My name is Metalpaw. That's all I know right now. My name is Metalpaw. Metalpaw. Metal...paw...
Darkness.
That's all I saw. I longed for Ravenpaw's brotherly comfort, or Sandpaw's thick, creamy tail. But I can't find the warmth I seek. There's just darkness, trapping me, choking me from the inside. For a second, I'm pretty sure I'm dying. Then, light gathers at a single point. And I see an almost shapeless white cat. A white cat with pointy teeth.
And then I pass out again.
I sat up in my nest panting. Moonlight still shone brightly through cracks in the apprentice's den. The tangy stench of blood hit my nose, and I looked down to see my fur covered in it. I ran my dry tongue over my tabby pelt, but it, too, was soaked in dark red liquid. Panicking, I jumped up out of my nest, but my auto-mail paws gave out under my weight, and I fell back down. I twitched each paw in turn, eventually hearing a soft click. I stood up, my metal limbs still stiff, and limped over to Spottedleaf's den.
Spottedleaf was curled up asleep in her nest. I almost feel sorry for the cat. Her nose twitches, and she sits up, startled, at the scent of blood.
"Who's hu-"
I slapped my blood soaked tail over Spotterleaf's mouth, and she let out a soft squeak.
"Spottedleaf." I hissed.
"This blood...isn't mine."
She seems to relax, but only a little. She nods, brushing my tail off of her face.
"I need to talk to you." I whispered, casually liking the crimson blood off my pelt, wincing at the metallic, salty taste. I glanced down at my metal paws, wondering what what happen if one of them were to break. There was no Winry Rockbell in this world, and none of the Clan cats know how to work with metal.
Spottedleaf nods and pads out of the camp, and I follow, stumbling once or twice, and for a minute I'm actually afraid my auto-mail actually broke. I sat down across from Spottedleaf once we were a safe distance from camp, and she flicked her tail impatiently.
"Well?" she asked.
I sighed.
"Spottedleaf, have you ever wondered about twolegs?" I asked reluctantly.
"Out with it!" Spottedleaf hissed.
I growled softly, unsheathing my claws.
"Hang on!" I snapped.
A hurt look crossed Spottedleaf's face, and I'm reminded once again of Winry.
"It's...I can't explain." I stammered.
Spottedleaf nodded.
"Be careful, Metalpaw." she murdered.
"You hold a great power in your paws."
Alchemy? I though, but I instantly scrapped that idea. I wasn't even sure my alchemy worked in this world. I felt another pang of homesickness, and I bit down on my lip.
"Yea h, sure..." I yawned, bending down to clean my sullied fur.
"Thanks." I say suddenly, looking up.
"For what?" Spottedleaf asked.
"Everything." I said, blushing, as I padded deeper into the woods.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Hunting." I replied, racing away.
"It's almost morning."