Here's the first chapter to Destiny of the Forsaken! Enjoy! ~Lark
Note: We are only seeing Robin's POV for this chapter; the rest will either be Ice or Redpaw and possibly Lightkit.
"The path to Heaven runs through miles of clouded Hell..." –It's Time by Imagine Dragons
Chapter 1
Robin
Long shadows were cast by the moonlight from tall buildings and dark alley ways. A considerably small white she-cat padded nervously down one of cities' alleys. She constantly glanced around her surroundings as if she were afraid someone was following her. Two small kits scurried behind her who seemed as anxious as she was. One of them, a red tom, raced up beside her.
"Robin, what if the Rogues find us?" The small kit mewed curiously. The older she-cat remained quiet for a moment so only the sounds of their paw-steps could be heard but looked down at the kit and sighed. "They will probably kill us, especially since we are on their turf." She replied bluntly. No sense in sugar coating it, Robin thought.
But the kit didn't seem too shocked at the answer, but the white she-kit behind them fearfully raced up to catch up to the pair, nearly tripping over her paws.
"Robin, do you really think they will kill us?" The tom mewed, his one green eye and one blue eye flashing in the moonlight. Robin closed her eyes and shook her head solemnly.
"So let's keep moving! Ice, watch over your brother; and Blaze, watch over your sister." She meowed and hurried the kits along, but the kits went obediently anyway. Before they got very far though, a large crash sounded behind them causing them to jump. Robin whipped around and stared into the shadows behind them. A ragged dark figure seemed to materialize out of the dark and stepped into the little light the moon offered. Robin bristled and shoved the kits behind her as the figure slowly advanced towards them.
"Well! Who do we have here?" The figure turned out to be a tom with an ugly light gray pelt that looked horribly matted.
"Aren't you Fitz's kit? I've heard rumors that he had some with some house-cat." Robin glared at this stranger cautiously, but was intrigued. He was a larger tom, but wasn't bulky or too muscle-clad. His fur still was ugly, and his eyes were disgusting mustard yellow. Over all, the tom was unattractive and was starting to seem a little odd to Robin.
"You look more like his brother though…oh, and you said your name was?" The tom drawled as if he were bored. Robin flattened her ears against her head.
"I never told you my name." She snapped at the stranger.
"How do you know my father?" She asked curiously despite her urge to run away. The tom let out a strangled laugh and glared at her.
"He and his little gang stole my territory; of course I know that mouseheart." He continued laughing beside himself which made Robin feel slightly uncomfortable. The kits behind her stayed close to her paws, and way they pressed closer to her let her know that the tom was scaring them and they desperately needed to get away.
"Now, sorry for the inconvenience, but you seem to be on my territory- I hope that you don't mind being chased off!" The tom then cackled, as if his words were hysterical.
"Demon! Get away from her!" Robin looked up to where the voice came from and sighed audibly in relief. Her father stood above them on a building with others from the gang behind them. The dark gray tom stared coldly at the insane tom with angry dark blue eyes. A brown tom with silver paws stepped beside him and then jumped down the building and landed beside Robin.
"Run!" He hissed to her. She didn't need to be told again as she shoved the kits forward. A small red shape bounded towards them. It was a little red she-cat with white paws that flicked her black tail.
"Follow me!" She mewed as she raced ahead. Robin ran after her with the kits trailing not too far behind. They followed her in a confusing maze of gray streets and alleys until they came up to a certain alley littered with Twoleg trash.
The little red she-cat nudged a few boxes away and revealed a somewhat large whole in the alley wall. She motioned for them to go inside. Robin nudged Ice inside quickly and Blaze scampered after his sister. The red she-cat came in last and dragged the box by its edge to hide the entrance behind them.
They were in a small room similar to the one Robin and the kits had grown up in, save Dusk wasn't there with them now. The red she-cat sighed.
"We should introduce ourselves! My name is Nemo; I am over twenty-four moon cycles and have lived Fitz's group all my life." She mewed briskly and jumped onto a twoleg couch and wrapped her tail around her dainty paws.
"My name is Robin; daughter of Dusk and Fitz…I am fifteen moon cycles old." Her gaze flickered to the kits.
"Are those your kits?" Nemo asked, disbelief brimming her voice. Blaze padded up to Robin and purred and rubbed against her leg. Robin nodded and licked his ears affectionately.
"My name's Blaze! I'm three moons old! This is my sister, Ice. She can't speak, so I speak for her." Ice didn't seem too enthusiastic at her brother's words and huffed. Nemo purred.
"That's alright; everyone's different in their own way. Now you all get to sleep here on the couch for tonight if you want. I'll be up in the risers keeping watch if you need me." She didn't let them reply and leapt up the wooden beams that supported the top of the room and disappeared.
Robin nudged the littermates forwards onto the couch.
"It's been a long day. We need our rest so everyone go to sleep!" She curled up around them on the couch but settled for watch for the rest of the night.
Ice
Exhaustion swept over her like the wind. She curled up gratefully on the twoleg couch after Nemo left them and laid her head on her paws. Blaze had already slipped into sleep, but Ice hesitated. She didn't want to dream, but her eyes were drooping heavily.
Eventually sleep won the battle, and she opened her eyes to a meadow filled with fighting cats. Not this one again! She inwardly groaned and flinched when a cat passed her. She recognized the cat instantly from other dreams, but she looked at it anyways.
It was a light brown she-cat with dark brown paws, and her green eyes glinted with a fierce determination as she fought off a large black and white tom. Ice ran from where she stood and came as close as her fright would allow her to and waited for her to chase him away.
Ice waited fearfully as the she-cat licked the blood that flowed from her wounds, and tried getting her attention as she saw the terrifyingly large white tom with dark eyes sneak up on her.
"Please, look out! He's literally right behind you! Please, listen to me!" Ice cried out, wishing that she didn't get to have her voice in her dreams just so the she-cat ignored her. The she-cat was tackled by the white tom and was pinned onto the ground.
"Get off me, Witherstar!" The she-cat hissed and struggled to get out of his grip, but it was no use.
"There's no one to save you now, Olivefur! Say goodbye!" The white tom slashed Olivefur's neck down, and Ice looked away and gagged. She couldn't bear to see the she-cat die once again, but the image had been seared into Ice's memory.
Ice waited for the most heart wrenching part of the dream. Three...two...one...and-
"Mother! No! Please, get up! Mother, don't leave me!" Ice cringed at the kit's broken-hearted screech. She looked up to the enormous tree where the kit stood. A thin white she-cat stood behind her and was desperately holding the brown and red she-kit back.
The murderer snarled in victory and backed away from the dead she-cat.
"FireClan, to me!" He called, and he ran away into the forest. Several other cats followed him, and the rest of the cats gathered around the body of Olivefur.
"Oh my beloved..." A pale red tom with long dark brown legs padded up slowly to Olivefur and sunk his nose into her fur. The rest of the cats mourned behind him, and Ice felt a terrible guilt eat at her belly.
Why can't I save you?
She was suddenly poked in the side, and she opened her eyes in the waking world. Blaze was staring at her with his unmatched eyes.
"Come on, I want to explore!" He mewed excitedly. Robin had left them on the couch, probably to hunt. Ice narrowed her eyes in annoyance, wishing for the ability to speak for the millionth time. Blaze sighed.
"Come on, pleeeeaasee?" He whined and jumped off the couch and stared at her. Ice rolled her eyes and turned around to face the couch.
"Whatever, you're no fun." Blaze meowed sulkily. Ice flattened her ears.
She was in no mood to explore. She had seen enough for today.