Bobbie1776: Uh.. Whoops! I wasn't meaning for it to come across that way. Anyways, about that, in the Warriors books, it seems to me like if you fall asleep next to a cat of the opposite gender, you can possibly end up having kits. At least, that's what I think, based on the reactions of several cannon warriors cats. Exp: Leafpool, Bluestar, ect.
Raeda2001: I do too! I have a vague idea of what he's gonna do, - a lot of which is hinted/revealed in this chapter - but a lot of it is just extras with one crucial moment.
Guest- Thank you so much! I'm glad you think so. To be honest, I never even though I'd reach ten reviews, let alone forty-six!
Chapter 22: Goldenfur
Goldenfur stood tall, proudly, triumphant. He had finally faced his enemy, and he. had. won!
Blackfur had been defeated! Goldenfur had finally vanquished his enemy!
For sunrises he had endured constant insults, harsh glares, forced segregation, steady confinement, being cut off from the cat he loved, and most of all, being isolated from his family!
And before that, Blackfur had separated him from Greyleaf: driven him off whenever he came near, hissed at him when he tried to talk to her, even going so far as to swipe at him when he came too close.
And now, he had the chance to end it all.
The blue-eyed tom took a step forward, bloodied claws sliding out slowly, teeth baring menacingly. He might as well finish this now. Why not, when the only other option was to let the wretched creature live and cause more havoc.
And Goldenfur could not have that.
He stalked closer, belly low to the ground, claws fully extended, until he reached the crumpled body of the black tom. He raked his gaze across the broken form contemptuously, admiring his handiwork, before he raised a paw high, ready to strike the killing blow.
It was exhilarating: blood rushed to his head, a red haze covered his vision, adrenaline pumped through his veins.
He felt strong!
He felt powerful!
He felt invincible!
Nothing could stop him now!
It was time to end this!
The paw went down...
Chapter 22: Pinestar
He couldn't believe it.
He just couldn't believe it.
Greyleaf was sick.
Greyleaf!
And it was bad enough that they had to send out their medicine cat apprentice!
He stared at the floor, unable to breathe.
How?
How could this have happened?
Pinestar felt it was his fault. He should be with her! He should be by her side, comforting her.
And their kits! What about their kits? They would be four moons old by now, so close to being apprentices. So close to becoming warriors.
Where was he when they were being raised.
Where was he when they were growing up?
Where was he when they needed him?
He glared at the floor, tightening his claws in the soil, a wave of self-loathing flooding over him.
He wasn't.
He was never there.
He was never by their sides.
He was never in their lives.
He was never their true father.
He didn't it even know them!
And they didn't know him!
He was never their father!
Another cat was!
He growled low in his throat as the thought of Blackfur replacing him arose in his mind. That piece of crow-food didn't deserve Greyleaf! He didn't even deserve to be a warrior! He was a fox-hearted, dung-faced, snake-tongued, pain in the tail who had as much use as a dead fox!
He stormed out of the medicine den and into his own, fuming with un-bottled rage. The brown tom was blaming everything on Greyleaf's cover-up mate, even though he knew - deep down inside - that it was his fault. He tore his nest apart in a furious fit, panting as he stood over the shredded mess left behind. His sleeping place might as well have been a pile of mousemeat.
Pinestar looked down at his paws, and took a step back, horrified.
His old habits were returning.
He shook his head, backing up into the far wall and sitting down against it.
This can't be happening!
Not again!
He clamped his paws over his ears, eyes amber eyes wide, head shaking back and forth.
The voices!
They rang through his head, whispering tyranny into his heart.
The face!
The image of the snarling blond cat came to his mind, and Pinestar closed his eyes shut.
The blood!
Spraying, exploding, oozing! It was everywhere!
Make it stop.
Make it stop!
"MAKE IT STOP!"
Fernshadow came bolting into the den, green orbs wide and afraid.
"Pinestar! Pinestar! What is it! What's wrong!" The dark brown tom yowled.
The leader just kept shaking his head, eyes closed, ears clamped down by his paws, claws digging in to flesh.
The medicine cat grew visibly distressed, and called for help. Thundering paws came to aid his request.
Pinestar felt himself being peeled from the wall, and he screamed, striking out with one of his paws. The appendage struck home, and hot liquid seeped into his fur.
The feeling was..
good
and...
bad
He thrashed his head around, struggling against the surge of pelts that pushed him towards an unknown destination.
Good? Bad? He didn't know anymore! What was good? What was bad? To Pinestar, it was only perspective.
Everything depended on where you stood.
And where he stood,
He didn't know anymore.
Urges he had fought so long - so, so long - were resurfacing, taking control...
Again.
Chapter 22: Goldenfur
"NOOOO!"
The blow never connected.
Goldenfur felt a body slam into his side, throwing him to the left. He thumped to the floor, pain searing through his paw.
The very paw he was about to commit murder with.
That was my kill!
He looked up, glaring furiously towards whoever had stopped him.
His eyes met blue.
It was Goldenkit.
She stood there, chest heaving, lip curled, eyes steady, staring him down.
Her eyes showed noting but absolute hatred.
Absolute hatred for him.
Woe crashed down on Goldenfur, blurring his sight.
She hated him.
She hated him.
Not Blackfur,
Him.
What have I done?
The weight of his actions crashed down upon him.
He'd almost killed a cat.
He'd almost murdered a clanmate.
He'd almost ruined his life.
He looked into her eyes - eyes so much like his own - hoping, praying, that there would be some spark of forgiveness, some flash of pity.
He found none.
No matter how hard he searched.
No matter how hard he tried.
No matter how hard he prayed.
There was nothing but hate.
He'd lost exactly what he'd been fighting for.
Sorry for dragging things out peeples. Idea well is so dry it's not even funny. I hoped you liked this chapter! Please R&R!
Question Of The Chapter: What do you think is going to happen next?
-I know, sucky question, but I just can't think of a good one!