I don't own, blahblahblahblahblh. Uhhh the doomclan in this story has nothing to do with any kind of doomclan you might have heard of in any kind of warriors roleplaying website. Im just not creative enough to make up a name that nobodys ever used before… o.O sorry this took so long but ive been sidetracked lately…I have problems with dialogue so be easy on me since this is the first chappie im actually using a lot of it…. Sigh, how stupid I made these kits…..anyways enjoy.
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The two kits awoke to find themselves lying on a small nest of moss in what seemed to be a hollow of brambles much like the nursery that they were born in. They crawled out of the entrance and were almost immediately swept up by a cat that was apparently guarding the hollow. Without a word it grabbed them by the scruff of their necks and before they could protest carried them to one of the other dens. Once set down, the kits had a chance to look around. It seemed to be a large cave made out of fallen rocks. Although the cave was mostly dark, there were small beams of light filtering through gaps in the rock. They were just starting to think that somehow, they were going to get sealed in here yet again, and this time be starved to death. They were just about to make a run towards the exit of the cave when a figure started pacing out of the shadows. They caught a glint of its blood red eyes from one of the beams of light and instantly recognized it as the cat from before that was carrying one of them. "Greetings!" it said cheerfully. "I'm Bloodstar, Leader of Doom clan." The kits looked up at the cat, now even more intimidating since it was only about a taillength away from them now. One of the kits got the courage to ask, "How did we get here?"
The ruby-eyed cat twitched once. It paused before saying, "…One of our patrols were out when they… saw you two in the… cave and fished you out. Yes… that cave has been on our territory for as long as we could remember… I have no idea how many cats we've lost to it… Anyways we decided to take you back to our camp." At this point Bloodstar was starting to walk towards the exit of the cave. "Please follow me." He said sweetly. The kits were slightly intimidated by this cat, but apparently he saved them so they were trusting him for the moment. They followed him outside and squinted their eyes as they entered the bright sunlight. As they exited the cave several cats that were walking in the large clearing started whispering and staring at them, but as soon as they tried to make eye-contact the gossiping cats scurried away. This made the cats slightly nervous but their thoughts were interrupted by the ever boisterous Bloodstar. "Kits, I need to ask you something. Do you have a home?" The kits looked up at him. Both of them shook their heads. "Well then." Bloodstar replied. "How would you like to be part of Doomclan?" Both of the kits shook their heads no. Bloodstar flinched at this and the happy look on his faced flickered to something much more sinister for a moment and then he recomposed himself. "What? Why not?" he said, the tone in his voice slightly less pleasant. One of the kits answered. "Because we hate all clans and cats from clans." Bloodstar's facial expression twisted into one of sick hunger, but before the kits could notice he recomposed himself again. "Well then you're perfectly welcome here. The entire purpose of Doomclan is to destroy all of the clans. We kept you here because we thought that you could help us." Bloodstar said, the sweetness back in his voice. This caught the kits attention. "Even… Shadowclan?" one of the kits said, remembering the evil white cat and the tawny pelted one. "Yes. Especially Shadowclan." Bloodstar said. Both of the kits sat there thinking for a little bit before finally consenting to be in the clan. "Wonderful!" Bloodstar said. But first, we need to give you names. "You!" He pointed to one of the kits. "You're Deathkit! And You're Grimkit!" he pointed his tail at the other. (A/N: let me just make this easier for you. Deathkit is the lean streamlined all black one with green eyes and Grimkit is the bulkier dark grey one with black tail/feet and amber eyes… I pick such morbid names…BUT MORBID IS FUN! Wee..uhh this is going on way too long so BACK TO THE FIC!)
"Uhhh don't we get some kind of ceremony?" Grimkit asked, remembering a ceremony that one of the cats got while they were back in Shadowclan. "Uhhh…. Sure if you want one…" Bloodstar said. He then yowled "CATS OF DOOMCLAN!" The two kits watched as streams of cats came out of various hollows. They both noticed that most of the cats there were young, some of them barely older than Grimkit and Deathkit. Another strange thing was that not one of the cats had any kind of white on them whatsoever. They all were either black or some kind of grey or dark color. Grimkit recognized the large cat that carried him to the clan, one of the only fully grown cats in the crowd. It noticed that Grimkit was staring at it and glared with light blue eyes that seemed to be made of ice. (A/N: NO ITS NOT HAWKFROST…. God cant any other cat have creepy blue eyes?) Another thing that the kits noticed were that none of the cats looked particularly friendly. Not that they had a problem with that. They returned many of the icy glares they received as the cats gathered in a half circle around them. When all of the cats gathered Bloodstar started talking. "Cats of Doomclan. I'd like you to welcome our newest additions Deathkit and Grimkit." There were no cheers as there were at Shadowclan. There was just a murmur and some more icy stares. The cats retreated back to their hollows without a word to Grimkit or Deathkit. "See? There's your ceremony." Bloodstar said. "You'll be sleeping in that den over there." He pointed to a den to the far right. "Since we don't have enough room you'll be sharing the den with one other cat." Deathkit glared at Bloodstar when he mentioned the other cat. "Do you have a problem with this, Deathkit?" Bloodstar said. Deathkit stayed silent but grimaced at the thought of being stuck with another cat. His only solace was the thought that if he didn't like the cat, he could easily kill him. Bloodstar flicked his tail. "I assume silence means consent (A/N: Julie will be laughing inwardly here XD MR BONG CHONG! …. Back to the fic) so off you go to your dens. I'll arrange mentors for you as soon as possible."
Deathkit and Grimkit both nodded their heads and walked off to the dens obediently, but secretly they were starting to hate Bloodstar for the authority that he had over them.
-so im finally back after my like…. 4 week long dry spell…. Uhh I finally got a longer chapter for once soooo… I think it was pretty good I guess. In case you haven't noticed yet, Deathkit is the quiet brooding one and Grimkit is the louder more forward one. Sooo I need imput on your thoughts so review pleaseeeeeee.