Bluepelt's Melody

Summary

Bluepelt finds herself as PineClan's next medicine cat when Nightpool is suddenly killed. Will Bluepelt and Moonstorm be up to the task? Especially if Bluepelt is expecting kits?

Dirt Fights And Kidnapping

Moonkit stares at me with a heavily annoyed look on her face. "What?" I ask, "It's not my fault we're cleaning the dirt place!" I exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.

Moonkit coughs. "Uh… Did you forget? YES IT IS DOOFUS!" I turn away from Moonkit, and kick some dirt on her. I snicker under my breath, but I know she hears it. Moonkit jumps in the dirt, and some gets in my mouth.

"AGGHH. NOT COOL." I yelled. Now it's Moonkit's turn to snicker. I frown, and tackle her, bathing us both in dirt. Of course THAT's when Firelily decides to show up. Couldn't have been five minutes earlier when we weren't both completely covered in dirt?

"BLUEKIT. MOONKIT. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" I groan, and wonder what punishment will be added on to our already disgusting punishment.

"Well, Mom, what did you want us to do? The dirt just composts anyway! The only thing it's useful for is to get us covered in dirt!" I say, as Moonkit starts laughing.

Now Mom's snickering. StarClan this is embarrassing. Now she's laughing. Ooh, it turns into a full fledged cackle. I kick dirt on her face and run out through the dirt place, heading to the edge of our territory.

I sigh when I get there. I'm six moons today, The dirt isn't even the worst punishment. The WORST punishment is my apprentice ceremony getting pushed back two moons. STUPID, BRATTY little Leopardkit is gonna be an apprentice before me.

'Why does Leopardkit get to become an apprentice before me anyway? She's a little spoiled brat.' I thought to myself with frown. 'I mean, is sneaking out of camp really that bad?' I wondered as I stood up to make my way back to the dirt place. But a sudden sound in the bushes made me freeze in place.

"She's ready. GET HER!" I stopped and twitched my ears at the voices. It's that voice again. Am I imagining things?

"Who's there?" I called but there was no answer, and before I could do anything, something jumped out of the bushes and leapt right at me. I yelped and kicked at whatever or whoever was on me.

"She's the one we're looking for!" A slimy voice says from the shadows, and my eyes widened in horror. It was then that I realized that whoever these cats were, they were looking for me. But why? What do they want with me?

"Are you a kit from PineClan?" Another voice, this one female spoke up. I stared at them with narrowed eyes. I wasn't telling these crepes anything.

"We can do with this kit, she'll do just fine. She's the one that we need after all." The first voice said, and before I could run away or yowl for help, everything went black.

I wake up. I can't tell how much later, but I know I was out for a while. I'm in some sort of weird material. It's scrunched up on one end, and I can see a small ray of moonlight shining in. I work to riggle my way out, but I'm having trouble fitting through. But I can see out now.

Three cats are standing in a weird triangular pattern, with little flaming cylinders. They poke themselves with something that looks like a silver twig, and begin chanting in a language I don't know. Blood drops to the ground from where they poked themselves. Why would they make themselves bleed?

Now the real weirdness starts. Their legs become long and lanky, their snouts shorten, and their fur disappears. They. Are. Twolegs. I blink, not sure if I'm seeing things. I blink again and shake my head. I bite myself. It hurts. I don't think I'm dreaming...

"Hey, you, uh, chantey guys, how's life? What's the chanting about? You know it's really freaky right?" The twolegs turn and stare at me and chills roll down my spine. Then they turn back to their... blood sacrifice? And chant louder.

"MOONKIIITTT!" I meowed, raising my head and yowling to the sky, hoping and praying to StarClan that my best friend would hear my cries for help.

"What do you want with me?" I meowed but the three cats didn't answer as they raised there heads to the sky.

"Hay, chantey guys! I asked you a question. So can you please give me an answer?" I meowed, but still no answer. I sighed and gave a frustrated hiss.

"She's ready. Put her in the circle." One of the twolegs said, and another twoleg came over and grabbed me out of the bag.

"Put me down you creepy, spindly furless legs!" I yelled, as I clawd and bit at the twoleg. But it was no use, the twoleg wouldn't let me go, no matter what I tried.

'StarClan what do I do now? What do these twolegs want with me? I don't want to die.' I thought to myself as I began struggling even more. 'I just want to go home, I don't care if Firelily yells at me, I just want to go home.'