I laid in the grass, muttering slightly in my sleep as my mother watched over me. Purring, she sat next to me and licked the top of my head tenderly.
"Wake up Nights. I've gotten food for us." She said quietly in my ear.
With a quiet mew, I rolled over towards my mommy and opened my eyes sleepily.
"Food?" I asked quietly. ,"What kind of food?"
She chuckled. ,"Can't you smell it?"
I sniffed the air, the scent of a fresh mouse making my mouth water slightly. ,"You got a mouse?" I asked.
"Yes I did my kit. Mouse is your favorite, isn't it?"
I stood slowly, my legs slightly shaking from the lack of use that day. Quickly shaking them out to get the feeling back in them, I followed the scent of the mouse to the base of a tree.
The fat, brown, creature had blood matted in the fur around its neck and head.
I leaned down and grabbed the little mouse by the scruff of its neck and brought it to my mother.
Putting it down in front of her, I used my claws to tear it in half, making blood pour out onto the ground. When I finished, I pushed the mouse's bottom half towards my mom, who huffed.
"Hey! I was the one who caught it! How come I get the end with the tail?"
She playfully swiped at me and, laughing, I grabbed the snout of the mouse's head and jumped back out of the way, my tail lashing back and forth excitedly.
My mother purred happily and bent down to eat the half of the mouse that lay on the ground in front of her.
I did the same.
We ate in silence, both of us savoring the taste of the large mouse. I especially liked the taste of it because mice are the best type of prey in my opinion.
Within seconds, I had snapped up my half of our prey and looked up at my mom while she finished hers.
My mom was a pretty cat, she kinda looked like a tiger with small spots and stripes. However, Her beauty was slightly tarnished by her lack-of-food thin-ness.
Compared to each other, our fur was inverted. My mom had a brown coat with black stripes and lighter brown spots, but I was black with very dark brown stripes.
I stared at the half-finished mouse with eager eyes. My mother's brown eyes met my red ones, and she lifted up. She pushed the leftovers towards me with a purr.
,"you can have the rest."
With no words, I automatically leapt onto the mouse and gulped it down. With a satisfied smile, I rubbed up against my mom.
,"Thanks for the little mouse!" I purred happily.
She purred back to me as she rubbed her cheek against mine.
Suddenly, there was a snap somewhere close in the dark forest.
My mother raised her head, suddenly alert. Her nose twitched as she sniffed the air to see what it was that made the noise.
I did the same, and caught the scent of rancid crowfood and blood.
looking down at me in alarm, my mother pushed me under a bush where I rolled in a patch of old foxdung to cover my scent and curled up tightly, trying to blend into the darkness that was around me.
Standing, my mother fluffed out her fur slightly and unsheathed her claws.
We both waited in the darkness for whatever was coming. My eyes darted around, looking out from under the bush to see what was coming while my mother stood uneasily, her tail flicking slightly and her ears moving around to try to hear what was coming.
After a few minutes I started to come out, thinking that the danger had passed, before scrambling back when a loud hiss came from a big black cat who leapt over the bush that I was hiding under.
The large tom Landed on top of my mother before she could turn around in time.
He flattened her, but she refused to go down without a fight. With a growl, she slipped out from under him and turned, slicing his muzzle with her claws and then launching at him with her teeth bared.
The cat tried to dodge it, but my mom still managed to take a good chunk out of the back of his neck.
Dark red blood stained the black cat's fur as he stumbled back slightly. He looked at her with yellow eyes that blazed with anger and hatred.
My mother hissed at him again, her ears slicked back against her head in anger and fear.
The cat chuckled darkly and smiled, showing pointed teeth that seemed to be the trademark sign of a Onyxclan cat.
"Well, Well, Well. what do we have here?" he said in a deep purr that was laced with anger. ,"My former mate, now a traitor to her own clan? Shame."
"Be quiet Blackfur. You know that I left for a reason." my mother growled angrily.
Blackfur slowly started to advance on her.
"Oh come now Tigerstripe, why don't you come back? Come back to the clan, to me. We miss you, And I miss my kit." he said sweetly as he still padded innocently towards her. ,"How old would our kit be now? About what, 5 moons? Speaking of my kit, I would love to see her."
Suddenly Blackfur launched at my mom, lashing out at her with his claws and knocking her off balance.
He tried to pin her down again and this time succeeded, holding all four of her paws down.
Raising his head, he yowled a call into the night, and within seconds, The leader of Onyxclan, Foxstar, had emerged from the bushes in front of my fighting parents.
My former leader looked down at the scene and gave a cruel smile that made my fur stand on end.
,"Well hello Foxstar." My mother said with deathberry juice dripping from her every word.
"How has everything been with the clan? Anymore kits or apprentices dying from being used as some warrior's punching bag, or from being trained too much?"
I flinched slightly at how much she emphasized the word dying.
Chuckling darkly, Foxstar padded over to Blackfur and whispered something to him, which made him hesitantly step off of my mother, who jumped up. She hissed violently at foxstar and crouched slightly.
Foxstar just stood and looked at her with a very unsettling smirk on his face that, for some reason, absolutely terrified me.
Suddenly, and with no warning, Foxstar leapt at Tigerstripe, unsheathing his claws and hissing back at her.
This started a vicious battle between two cats that, from what I knew, used to get along like the fish and the water.
I watched in horror from under my bush as fur and blood flew around the whole clearing and the noise of two cats fighting filled the air.
It was only a few minutes until Foxstar stood in front of my mothers dead body, covered in his own and her blood.
He turned to Blackfur, who didn't look sad or didn't look like he cared at all about his former mate's death.
"Find the kit" Foxstar said simply before limping off towards Onyxclan camp.
At this point, I was terrified, and I also wanted to see if by any chance if my mom was ok, but, knowing that it's what ma would want me to do and it just wasn't safe for me here, I just slipped out from under the bush and ran. I couldn't take seeing my mother's dead body on the ground, or the bloodlust in my father's eyes.
I shot through the forest, vowing to myself that my mother would be avenged.
Foxstar would not get away with this.
none of Onyxclan would.
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Heyoo errcat!
I am a huge fan of the warriors series and so I decided that hey, why dont I make a warriors story?
So..yeah!
May starclan watch over you
Un-Cya l8tr kitteez!