A/N
Pix: Totally excited for this, aren't you Hawky?!
Hawkpool: Kinda. I'm nervous -_-" and only Thorn can call me Hawky.
Pix: Sucks for you then, Hawky. *pats her head* Now reeeead, readers, reeeead… (By the way, while Hawkpool and Jaytalon away, we will watch the clan occasionally from Ivykit's eyes. And sometimes from Specklekit of ThunderClan)
"R-running away?" Jaytalon took a nervous step backwards. Hawkpool sighed. "I'm not too sure myself, but I can't stand the thought of my kits growing up without a father… And without Thornsnag, I can't stand the thought…"
Jaytalon forced himself to hold back a jealous growl. I despise that mangy dirt-furred tom! Swooping in like a cat sent from StarClan and taking Hawkpool's heart more than I! StarClan only knows what mischief they were up to in RiverClan…
Jaytalon dug his claws slightly into the ground, until a bright idea struck him. If I go with her, it'll be just us! Thornsnag can't even contact Hawkpool through StarClan if we run away!
Jaytalon dipped his head, smirking. "I'll leave with you."
Hawkpool's mouth split into a wide, sparkling smile. "Thank you, Jaytalon." She paused. "We can't have clan names as rogues…"
Jaytalon furrowed his eyebrow. "You're right… I'll just be Jay."
Hawkpool thought for a moment before smiling widely again. "Heather. I'm Heather. From when I was Heatherkit."
Jay winked at her understandingly. "So where do you have your paws set on? Silver-Trees?"
Heather shook her head, raising a paw towards where the river flowed between ShadowClan and WindClan. "We follow the river upstream, going into the smaller Two-leg place on the ShadowClan border. We take shelter somewhere forest-y, with prey and water. And enough space for kits."
Jay nodded, a little thrilled at the thought of seeing beyond the clans.
Jay padded into the river, as they couldn't leave a scent trail. As they reached deeper water, Heather continued to swim upstream, thought she panted slightly and struggled every now and then.
Jay stepped out the stream, shivering as cold wind from the moor chilled his wet fur. The water droplets coming off his long fur made his scent trail iffy at best, which would make it pretty hard to trace.
A booming sound came from beyond the ShadowClan territory, and the two realized they'd have to cross ShadowClan territory and a ThunderPath.
Heather held her breath as she and Jay dashed across the slightly rank territory. The black to-be queen sniffed strange, black rock, recoiling as she recognized the foul scent emitting from it.
"Monsters…" Heather gagged, coughing slightly. Jay's face was straight and serious. "C'mon; I'll help you across."
After a bright, shiny red monster flew by, its round, black paws splashing, murky brown-black, foul water onto them.
Heather moaned in disgust, while Jay flicked a paw, spraying a few dark colored drops onto the black stone.
"Let's go before another one tries to drown us." Jay meowed, a little bit of joking in his tone.
He stepped fearlessly onto the rough rock, glancing around and then beckoning Heather forward with a flick of his plumpy tail.
The path began to rumble, and in the distance, Heather could just make out a large, white monster heading right for her. Its eyes lit up the ground in the pale moonlight, freezing Heather in place.
Just as Heather's life had begun to flash in her eyes, teeth grabbed her scruff and yanked her out of the way.
Jay's eyes were ablaze with worry. "Mouse-brain!" He flicked her ear gently but harshly. "You-you could've died! And then were would we be?"
Heather hung her head, a single tear falling to the dead grass below their paws. "M-maybe this wasn't a good idea…"
Jay instantly regretted his words. "Haw-Heather… We'll be okay, and a family. The warrior code doesn't apply here, though. We need new rules."
As Jay finished speaking, a crackle in the was heard, and rain began to pour down on them, as they yowled to the sky angrily.
"We gotta take cover!" Jay yowled, his voice hardly hearable above the sudden pouring rain.
As Jay led Heather into the Two-leg place, the to-be queen gaped at the tall dens. Most of the dens were a creamy-tan, with the exception of some light brown, white and greys. A reddish stone covered the tops of the dens, and tall, white fang-like sticks jutted from the ground.
Perking her ears, Heather could hear faint squealing in the distance, and by Jay's worried face, he heard it as well.
"We have to save them; I hear kits!" Jay screeched, preparing to run as fast as possible. Heather held out a paw to stop him.
"We can't. We need shelter!" Heather protested. Jay growled at her. "They're kits, Heather! We have to!"
Heather sighed, flattening her ears agaisnt the rain. "Very well, Jay."
She drew back her paw and ran side by side with him, getting winded after only a few heartbeats. It's the kits… I've only got about a moon and a half…
An abandoned Twoleg den with ivy vines spiraling up the sides was the source of the shrieks. Large, plump cats stood worriedly around the den.
By the tendrils around their necks, Heather assumed them as pampered kittypets. "Help us!" A grey tabby she cat pleaded.
"My kits are stuck in the house! When it began to rain, it flooded and they can't swim!" The tabby stared at Jay and Heather with wide, scared eyes.
Heather looked hesitant, staring down at her own round belly, as Jay pushed past her. "We will certainly help…"
"Oh, I'm called Joy. I had a sister once named Shy but she-" Joy was cut off when Heather shoved past Jay, coming eye to eye with the chunky tabby. "If he drowns, the blame is on you. I love him."
Joy nodded. "I understand. He looks brave; I think he'll be fine."
Joy swiveled her ears in the direction of what looked like clear, broken ice. "That's the window where I got out, but my kits were swept back and I couldn't get back through."
Without a word, Heather and Jay wriggled through the window, instantly plunged into freezing, dark water.
Mewls and cries were heard not to far from Heather, and upon her eyes adjusting to the dark, she saw two kits unstably balancing on a thin log.
Heather paddled her legs, looking at the drenched kits. The log had claw marks and bites on it, and she assumed they had fallen, but found this and scrambled onto it.
She stared at them softly. "Don't worry," Heather whispered, "I'll save you." She took the two she kits into her jaws, tiring herself as she swam across to the window where she climbed in. Jay stood there with a single tom kit.
"We got them all…" He panted, picking up the trio of kits. Joy shrieked when she saw him. "There's four! One's missing! Sparrow, oh, Sparrow where are you?" She cried.
Jay turned to plunge into the ice water but Heather was already under water searching for the fourth kit. There! Heather located a teeny brown tabby floating motionlessly beside water moss.
She snatched him, racing back to Joy. Joy wailed as saw his limp body. "Sparrow?!"
Heather placed her paw on the brown tom's chest, rubbing it in a circular motion. Sparrow began coughing and spluttering water up, his blue eyes wide and scared.
"H-h-how'd you do that?" Joy stammered, hugging her four kits close to her. Heather dipped her head awkwardly. "Where I come from cats swim. We learned how to bring the water of a cat's lungs, in case any of our kits fell into the river."
Joy nodded absently, clearly taking no notice of Heather's words. "Do you two have a place to shelter?"
Heather and Jay shook their heads, blinking away large drop of rain from their whiskers. Joy cracked a small grin. "Follow me; I have a place."
The ample grey tabby led them across the white sticks(which Heather later learned were called fences) and cream dens as their paws cracked and began to bleed from the hard, rough ground.
"Here we are!" Joy said, raising a paw to point at a tall, bramble wall. Jay and Heather exchanged peculiar looks, beginning to wonder whether to trust the kittypet/rogue.
"Come on, don't stand there like a still stone!" Joy chirped, wriggling her way underneath the thorns. A dark silver tom with blue grey swirl-like stripes stood before the them, his face strict and serious.
"Joy, who have you brought-" the large, well-muscled tom stopped, his eyes widening as he saw Heather.
"Sister, this-this, vermin killed Melody!"
Joy stubbornly shook her head. "She and her mate saved my kits! And you know how Melody ruled! Bloodshed every day!"
The tabby's gaze became shadowed. "My best friend, Lion, disappeared. Along with my other brother, Radar." Joy raised her head to look at the tom before her. "Ashen, your from an older litter. You know how you felt when Shy disappeared one day!"
Ashen-the silver tom with blue grey swirls- kept a stern face, but his eyes were filled with sadness. "Speak for yourself, Joy!" Ashen choked, "Shy was my only littermate. At least Radar and I helped you!"
Joy's fur bristled as she had Heather guard her kits. "Then you went and got Radar killed!" As if to prove her point, Joy snatched up a limp squirrel and chucked it at Ashen, hitting him straight in his muzzle.
Silence met her actions.
Ashen shook the squirrel from where it hung from his snout and plopped down on his rump, purring. "Joy, you never could hold an argument."
Joy looked puzzled, but glad to end the quarrel. "Ashen, this is Jay-" she waved her tail at the blue-eyed tom, who puffed his chest respectfully- "and this is Heather." Joy flicked her tail at the to-be queen.
Ashen's face grew shielded once more. "Ah, our- erm- savior." Ashen sounded brutally sarcastic. "Our real savior is resting." Ashen growled.
"She was wounded badly in the battle, and recently reopened her wounds-" As Joy had begun to speak, her brother cut her off with a cuff to the ear. "They can't know, but thanks to you, they do!"
"Know, what?" Jay stalked over to Ashen, a bold gleaming in his eyes. Ashen let out a long sigh. "Fine. Come see if you can aid her. We fear her death."
At Ashen's words, Jay and Heather noticed frail, timid cats watching them with wide eyes as they entered a moss covered den on a slight incline.
"It's me, Ashen and Joy. We have visitors. Joy claims they saved her kits." Ashen meowed, awaiting a reply. After what seemed like several sunsets, a raspy voice finally said, "do come in."
Ashen led the cats slowly into the den, and as their eyes adjusted, Heather could barely make out a tabby gold she cat with a crooked jaw, swollen shut eye and a deep, claw-like gash along the back of her neck to her shoulder, which was covered in cobwebs and reeked of marigold.
"Clicker…?" Ashen whispered, standing respectively as the injured leader rose to her paws. "Ashen-" she was interrupted by a violent cough, squeezing her eyes shut as she crumpled back to the ground in pain.
"H-have the NightWalkers been fed?" Clicker rasped, lowering her face so her swollen eye was not visible.
Ashen looked awkward. "Cli- erm, no… I couldn't find anything that would fill us…"
Clicker rose unsteadily to her feet, her good eye weakly leering at him. "Ashen, any food will do! Sky Spirits forbid, but I'd even eat rats!"
The tabby sighed weakly. "Abbi needs to take care of her kit. She's been depressed since Charge died, but Lightning's Crash needs her." Clicker paused, as if taking a heartbeat of silence in respect of the fallen warrior.
"Ashen, take Kindle, Floral, Shauna, Shock and Winston to find food. Tell them anything will do." Clicker ordered, glancing at Jay and Heather. "I will speak to this… company. Alone."
Ashen nodded, exiting the den and instantly ordering the cats around. His patrol looked like the strongest, but certainly the most tired. Joy followed her brother, but instead wriggled her way under a fallen tree, which Heather suspected as the nursery.
"So…" Clicker began. "I saw you in the battle. You killed my daughter…" Heather cocked her head.
"Er, she was like a daughter to me. I merely raised her when we found her… Too much stress on the poor kit's mind, being leader at four moons. She developed an abandonment disorder after her makeshift father, and my mate, Long Claw died…" Clicker rested her head on her paws sorrowfully.
"But, I thank you for ridding the NightWalkers of Melody. I did love her, although she was not fit for rule. I welcome you, to the NightWalker camp." Clicker coughed, swaying slightly on her paws as she trotted out from her den.
"We have always been called the NightWalkers, and for a better reason then you think. We weren't always vicious as Melody and Rooster." Clicker began as she headed for a swoop like hollow, scraps of herbs scattered around the entrance of the den.
"Tangled Pelt?" Clicker gritted her teeth, leaning on her good shoulder and nearly toppling over, but suddenly, a stocky grey and white tom with scruffy fur balanced her.
"Tangled Pelt, thank the Sky Spirits…" Clicker murmured, shaking her head. "This is, er…"
"Jay." The former ThunderClanner dipped his head, eyes mysterious. "And Heather." The to-be queen nodded respectfully.
Tangled Pelt eyed them awkwardly. "Jay… Heather… Those don't sound like clan names, like Thymetail and Gingerroot." He remarked, as if suspicious.
"We left the clans," Jay meowed bluntly, "because our rules would not allow Heather and I to be in love. Our clan names are behind us, and no longer us."
Tangled Pelt nodded. "I understand that very much. My father was the herb-mixer before me and I have left the memories of him behind." Tangled Pelt paused, "He was called Hornet, not born into the NightWalkers like I. All cats born into the NightWalkers had names to our ancestors, the Ancients. We are descendants of the Tribe, few cats choosing to leave and get away from a hard winter."
Tangled Pelt sighed blankly. "Only I, Broken Branch, and Cold Rain were born into the NightWalkers that are alive. Unless you count Lightning's Crash, Abbi's newborn kit."
Clicker's eyes seemed to light up with hope. The tabby stood up abruptly, fresh cobwebs falling from her wound. "I know what I need to do…"
Clicker limped hurriedly climbed upon a rock, perfectly slanted so the cat standing on it, stood over the camp. "NightWalkers!" Clicker yowled. Cats scrambled slowly from their dens, fur clinging to their pelts and bones jutting out from their frail sides.
"We were once led by a great, powerful cat. He was named Long Claw. We NightWalkers knew not of constant bloodshed, but instead we gave. Every full moons, every Nightwalker from four moons and up would not eat the whole day, for we caught prey and distributed it among starving cats." Clicker looked around the cats, her mismatched eyes glowing hopefully, even with her green eye half shut.
"This kindness was called 'full moon givings.' NightWalkers lived on the other side of the Two-leg place, where prey was fat and air clear." Clicker's blue eye had begun to brim with tears, and she didn't stop the hot tears from falling. "I propose a vote. Cats who wish to stay with me under my gentle but firm lead, stay put. Others who prefer death and violence, leave now. I will not tolerate bloodshed."
For several heartbeats, cats remained still, until a small band of cats rose slowly.
"We supported Melody!" The voice belonged to a black and white tom, his scent exact to one of the cats who killed Pinewhisker.
"Very well, Timothy. Leave, take anyone who supported her ways with you and go far away from here." Clicker growled.
Eight or nine cats stood, Heather perking her ears to hear the names Clicker listed. "Garlic, Hill, Murky, Sniper, Blade, Crab, Thump, and Shock…"
"To the cats that have stayed with me…" Clicker proceeded to rename every NightWalker with an Ancient name. When Ashen's patrol arrived back with a few squirrels and surprisingly, a pheasant.
"Ashen, you have proven your loyalty to the NightWalkers and deserve a traditional name. Ashen, from this day forward you shall Ashen Sky, in honor of your lost sister." Clicker meowed. Ashen Sky dipped his head, tears falling to the ground but no cat saw his face.
(Ashen Sky, his sister was named Shy. Similarness)
"And now, for me. I have taken the role of being the heir to rule the NightWalkers. Our former leader has passed and now it is time for a new leader. I, Clicker, promise to uphold the code given to us by the Sky Spirits, and always defend my cats' lives at any cost." Clicker paused, searching for words.
"I have not assumed an Ancient name, so I name myself Leaf's Crunch. I promise to be loyal and just and be fair." Clicker- now Leaf's Crunch- yowled, and shouts of approval erupted from the cats.
Joy- who was changed to Joy Fawn- padded up to Heather and Jay. "It's past moonhigh, why don't you two rest here?" Joy Fawn glanced at Heather. "You should see Tangled Pelt for herbs for your kits."
Heather looked a little hurt that it was noticeable, but she flicked her tail in agreement and headed for his den.
That night, Heather crashed in Tangled Pelt's den, his herbs making her sleepy.
Silverfoot approached Heather, her pelt faded and barely visible. "Hawkpool, go home! You can prevent Jaytalon from traveling down the wrong path! His fa- i- dange-, -tay -ay!" Silverfoot's voice began to crackle and glitch, until she disappeared completely.
"There is two paths; light and dark for every cat. But a single word can change a life and a single step can change the clans. You know the word and you will take the step, to save a life and save the clans…"
"AAAHH!" Heather screamed, sitting up rigidly. In the depth of the den, Heather heard Tangled Pelt rustle around and he was soon picking her brain for answers. "Heather, is something wrong?"
Heather shook her head, but the grey and white tom wasn't convinced. He pressed against her understandably. "I get nightmares too. I-I witnessed my father kill my own mother because she ate prey before him. Hornet was very controlling, but he never seemed like it. He used to beat Solar Light…" Tangled pelt sighed.
"I'll stay here till you fall back asleep. I saw you in the battle, standing before that tabby. He's the father isn't he, or is it Jay?" Tangled Pelt pressed Heather, his soft yellow eyes curiously staring at her.
"I don't know, Tangled Pelt."
…
Heather and Jay left the camp just after dawn on a patrol. Leaf's Crunch said they were most likely the most healthy, so just them two would be enough.
"Go home!" Silverfoot's words lingered in Heather's mind, but she knew what would happen if they went back. They'd be exiled or just left to rot with shame and guilt.
"Jay!" Heather suddenly said. The white tom turned to her, his eyes softening as he noticed Heather's eyes were wet with tears. "I can't do this!" Heather wailed. "I miss Thornsnag and Pinewhisker! I miss my Thorn and my sweet brother!"
Jay wrapped his tail around her stiffly, flattening his ears jealously at the mention of Thornsnag. "We have to. It was your idea, and we've already been gone a day. They all know we're missing now. It's too late to turn back." His voice was almost cold as ice, and it gave Heather chills.
(POV change; Ivykit)
"Hawkpool is gone!"
Ivykit woke at dawn to Pebbletail stunned yowl from the warriors' den. She turned to wake her sister, but remembered that Poppywish had died. Ivykit gritted her teeth in sorrow and sought out Runningpaw.
He understand her pain, because he left his whole life back in ShadowClan. They chatted every night, laughing and joking, trying to forget the pain of the battle.
However, Ivykit had not noticed the jealous brother, leering icicles and wishing death bitterly upon Runningpaw.
Splashspirit stood next to her mother, a dull look on her face. "She never relieved me of my vigil…" Puddlewhisker gave her daughter a lick on the forehead. "It's okay, dear. We'll find her."
Ivykit slowly padded up to Hawkpool's empty nest, Runningpaw just behind her. The tiny kit sniffed the stale moss, Hawkpool's nest lingering with the scent of Thornsnag, even within the medicine den.
"She didn't go through the barrier; Jayheart and Splashspirit were there… She circled the boulder to here…" Ivykit meowed, tracing faint scent to the back of the rock.
"Hawkpool clawed her way to the… top." Ivykit stopped as Runningpaw hoisted her up, letting her stand on his shoulders. "She made a risky leap from there to that birch tree, and judging by the distance between her pawsteps, I'd say she was running." Ivykit carefully jumped off from on Runningpaw and back to the ground.
"You're one heck of a tracker, Ivykit!" Runningpaw exclaimed, staring at her approvingly. Ivykit twitched an ear timidly. "Heh, thanks Runningpaw…"
Snowpaw hissed and stalked away, Ivykit turning around just in time to his thick tail whisking away behind the vines over the apprentice den.
"Ivykit!" The white striped kit spun around, Treekit smiling at her. "Treekit?" She tipped her head at his giddy smile.
"Silverkit and Tigerkit have opened their eyes!" He bellowed, bounding towards the nursery. Silverkit stood tall with puffy fur and wide blue eyes as she darted about the nursery.
"Can I go out? Can I, can I?" She persisted, grinning from whisker to whisker at Wrenshadow. The queen looked slightly overwhelmed as she cast a glance at Puddlewhisker. "Have Tigerkit go with you. Puddlewhisker will guide you."
Tigerkit, a dark brown tom with light brown ears and tabby legs stood from the dimmest part of the den and shakily followed Silverkit out. His lime green eyes were huge and made the rest of him seem frail as his tall thin legs shook like leaves in the wind.
"C'mon, Littlekit!" Silverkit teased, giving Tigerkit a harsh shove it knocked him over. "Hey-whoa!" Tigerkit yelped, collapsing to his side.
Puddlewhisker gave Silverkit a cuff on the ear. "That's no way to treat your brother!" The tabby kit scoffed.
"Like you would know, not like you've ever had a littermate!" Silverkit hissed, turning tail and stalking away, leaving Puddlewhisker with a hurt look.
Tigerkit watched his sister leave, who'd begun teasing Morningkit now. "She doesn't mean it, Puddlewhisker." The brown tom whispered. "She's just upset that I'm not good."
Puddlewhisker cocked her head. "Tigerkit… you're brilliant! Don't let Silverkit be a bully." The tabby legged tom bowed his head halfway. "Sure."
(POV change because author doesn't know what to write; Heather)
"Silverfoot?!" It was that voice that made the duo freeze. Hard pawsteps approached them, as Jay turned around. A dark grey tom with a black tail and eyes like all shades of blue, like his eyes were shattered or fractured, stood before them.
"No…" The rogue circled Jay. "You're definitely not Silverfoot…" Then the rogue grinned a half grin. "You're Jaykit, aren't you? Silverfoot's son."
Jay bore his lips. "How do you know of me? And my mother?" The rogue circled Jay, a strange on his face. "Because…" The rogue gave a little laugh. "You're my son as well."
Jay widened his eyes, swaying on his paws slightly. "Wh-who are you?"
The rogue rolled his eyes. "My, my you are a slow one. I am your father. My name is Dice and Silverfoot was my mate."
Jay took a frightened step back. "B-but-" Dice snorted at Jay.
"B-but!" Dice growled in a mocking tone. "I left Silverfoot! She wanted me to join your weak and sickly clans; just for a tiny kitten! I knew no love a mother, it would be only fair if you-" Dice was cut of when Jay suddenly thrust his muzzle into Dice's face.
"Do you have any idea how hard it was living without a father?" Jay snarled, his lips peeled back. "Silverfoot died when I was a kit! Five moons old, you-you dungface!" The white tom glared at Dice with identical eyes to his father.
"F-father?…" A tiny voice squeaked, a dark grey she kit with black, bubble-like spots crouched low near Dice.
"Breeze, you stupid, mouse-hearted fuzz-brain!" Dice hissed, rounding on the kitten. The she kit squealed as Dice struck her on the cheek.
Heather stared at Dice unbelievably. "Furball! That's just a kitten!"
Dice snorted harshly. "She's as useless as crow-food. No one has use for a blind kit!"
Jay was silent, staring at both Dice and Breeze with shock filled eyes. Heather gaped at Dice. "She's your daughter!"
The rogue scoffed haughtily. "Barely. Her mother left Breeze outside my den one rainy night. So, I tracked her down and killed her." Dice rolled his shattered eyes.
"Y-you killed my mother? You told me she died birthing me…" Breeze stammered, gazing at the ground with milky blue eyes. Dice clawed her ear. "Shut up, shut up!" He hissed.
"Now, you," Dice turned back at Jay and Heather.
Jay eventually recovered from being a mute, growling, "I-I could've had both my parents… No." Jay stopped, shaking his head. "I'm half rogue… I'm not ThunderClan…"
Dice let out a hacking laugh. "Finally, you've realized your idiotic clans are useless. Come home, live freely, eat whenever, have many she cats as you wish."
Heather bristled at Dice's words, narrowing her ruby eyes at the dark grey tom. "Any she cat…?" Jay whispered, staring at his father intensely. "Any she cat?!" Jay screeched, leering at Dice with wild eyes.
"I have a mate! She carries my kits! And I will be present as their father!" Jay screamed, lunging at Dice with outstretched claws.
Dice rolled onto his side, flinging Jay off with his hind legs. Jay landing on the rough ground with a pained groan, standing up with a friction burn on his shoulder.
Heather yowled fiercely, grappling to Dice's shoulders and shoving his muzzle to the ground. "You vermin!" She howled, repeatedly smashing his face into the ground. Dice attempted to roll onto his back, but Heather knew better.
She jumped off him and flipped him onto his back, clawing into his underbelly. Dice dug his hind paws into her rounding belly, throwing her off and grabbing her scruff. "You're very fine, quite a catch for my son, but I think I want you for myse-"
Dice was cut off as Heather bucked him off, the rogue landing with a stunned groan. Heather stood over him, as Dice lay dizzy on his back. "You'll never ruin another cat's life again." Heather hissed, and with a ripping sound, Dice fell limp.
Heather staggered off him, spitting out blood from where she tore his throat. Jay gaped at Heather as she slumped to the ground. "You-you killed him… You killed my father…" Jay stuttered, eyes widening.
Heather stood up shakily, leering at Jay. "Why're you upset? You attacked him first! He-he tried to…. take me! What'd you expect me to do?"
Jay shoved his muzzle into her face. "Silverfoot is dead! He was my only family left!"
Heather snorted. "Nightbreeze, Heatherblossom, Moonwing, Specklekit, Stonekit, Streamkit, and Nutkit. They're all your family as well."
Jay was silent for a moment. "Let's just go."
Breeze- the kit from before- stood over Dice. "Where does he go?" The kit whispered.
Jay said nothing to his half-sister, turning his back to her. Heather gave the she kit a comforting lick on the ear. "We'll come back for you. Don't worry, Breeze."
Heather's heart broke as Breeze's eyes began to mist up, gazing sightlessly at Heather. "O-okay…" Breeze sighed, curling into Dice's still warm fur.
Jay and Heather walked in silence back to the NightWalker camp, Jay with two mice and Heather with a giant blackbird. "You didn't have to kill my father." Jay growled through his prey.
Heather dropped the blackbird in annoyance, spitting out feathers. "StarClan forbid, Jay! I told you! He tried to make me his own! He beat his own daughter! He tried to turn you!"
Jay snarled. "Get! Go away! I hate you, you killed my father!" Heather stared at Jay with wide eyes. "J-Jay… Wh-wha-"
"LEAVE HERE!" Jay screamed, dropping the mice and snapping his teeth at Heather.
Heather tucked her tail between her legs, dashing off, soon finding herself behind a dumpster in a cold alley. Scared and alone, Heather felt hot tears stain her cheeks.
It felt like moons had passed she heard someone enter the dark alley. Peeking from outside the alley, she noticed a Two-leg kit. The kit- a young boy- somehow managed to spot Heather.
A soft song or even a hum came from the boy as he slowly reached for Heather. Heather felt unnerved, and on top of the slight trauma, she welcome the sudden blackness.
…
"Hey, you okay?" A soft yet sharply toned voice meowed. Heather fluttered her eyes open to see a light ginger tabby mottled she cat with a large, white star shaped mark on her chest. She had a white underbelly, white fore toes, and white hind paws with yellow-green eyes. "Who are you?" Heather asked warily. The kittypet sat down and began to wash her face.
"My name is Starlight, but Green-Eyes calls me Star."
A/N
Pix: YAY OMG WE FINALLY MEET STARLIGHT! *ahem* just so you know, Starlight is based off of my actual cat, and I am Green-Eyes. A picture of characters from this story can be found on my dA. I'm known as Pixeleve.
Starlight: Hey, hey, now Heather! Green-Eyes and I are gonna take good care of ya! ;p
Pix: 0.o W-well, don't listen to my kitty. She's loco…