Wazzup people? This is BlindSeer (no really BlindSeer) and I'd like to say: Here's the next chapter!
Ok, I have a question. Does anyone else have testing this week? Or is it just my district. Well, because of testing I have had time to write on PAPER, but not to TYPE. So thats my excuse (my teachers seem to think that when we have to go to bed earlier, they should gives us MORE homework.)
Replies: (I kno, finally!)
Mosspaw of Riverclan: Thank you! I hope this was soon enough, and the next chapter will be sooner!
JaBoyYa: Ok, to answer you other review. The father of Squirrelflight's kits will be revealed at the end. I'm sorry I can't tell you, but if I did, it would ruin the entire story! As for Ridge attacking Firestar, I hated doing that, but it needed to be done. And for your idea...I like it! However, I am going to change it a bit, but it will happen!
Wildpaw: All will be explain next chapter, my dear!
Firewolf: It's been great to hear from you again! I know, that chapter was kind of boring, and this one might be too, but next one will be very explanitory. And yes, what you know for sure is for sure! And I ALWAYS misspell those kind of things. And when I was typing partially of that chapter I was watching a movie, so I wasn't completely focused...my bad!
Spottedstar: Of course I will! I have come to love these characters sooo much, not to mention all these reviews! How do you like Shadow?
Midnight 226: I know, I'm sorry!!!
Softkit: I hoped so. And yes, you can have a Hollypaw plushie (gives softkit a humansize plushie) will this suffice?
Crazyhorsegirl3: Hehe, I probably did die, and now this is my reincarnation typing...thats a scary thought...that's pretty much right, your assumption. Just it's a little different. And ofcourse, the wolves explain it in a story! (in the next chapter)
Now, on to the chapter!!!
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He held onto one tendril of sanity he had left, his eyesight tinted red, and watched through slitted eyes as events unfolded around him. Sparks was staring at him, his earlier craziness gone. None of the other wolves payed attention, much to this new Ridge's glee. That feeling of power rose within him, much like how it felt like when had attacked Firestar. But now he reveled in it, wanted it to consume him. Or atleast, he thought he wanted it to.
Sparks tentavily tried to see if he could take another bite of the carcass, but was driven back by a snap from Ridge. His sane part of him saw Shadow raise her head, her expression looking like she realized something bad had happened.
"Ridge?" she asked, quietly. He only snarled in responce, his new self revelling in this new freedom.
"He's never had the lust come on him, has he?" she asked Sparks, who shook his head, slowly backing away, leading the crazed dog away from the feeding pack.
"Help me," Sparks growled to the perplexed half-wolf. Ridge just smiled, lunging at the white wolf.
Sparks, who seemed to expect this reaction, ducked and swirved to the right at the same time, surprising the dog with a quick speed that he hadn't thought possible of a creature that big.
"They don't call me Lightning just because thats my true name," Sparks laughed, not fazed by the crazed dog. Shadow just herded them on, concern showing on her face, not only for Ridge, but for the mental stability of her white friend.
"Come and catch me, cat!" he cried, jumping back and forth, leading him towards the canopy of trees nearby at the edge of the valley. Shadow rolled her eyes at Sparks ingenuality, but followed, making sure that Ridge didn't decide to head back towards the pack.
When they reached the trees, this new Ridge realized what the wolf had done, and tried to turn back to the pack, but came face to face with a pair of of eyes and gleaming white teeth. Shadow's snout was crinkled with the force of her snarling, and her body was tense with movement.
Sparks eyes widened with surprise at Shadow's face. That's only a face a mate gives his or her partner.
Shadow did like this dog, Sparks realized. She wouldn't be helping him this much during this lust if she didn't.
Rust is going to have some compet ition, he thought happily.
This lust filled Ridge stood amused, watching Shadow with a transfixed expression. His eyes swept over her lean body, different than the other wolves due to her half wolf heritage. He liked it.
This lust in him wanted to fight something, to show her his moves. And what better way than fight her?
Sparks saw that thought rising in Ridge's thought. That's what most wolves thought during their first lust. Fight the wolf that you want to show that you can fight.
He launched himself right infront of Shadow, protecting her just as Ridge lept at her throat.
When a wolf first expiriences the lust, usually it's easy to talk them out of it. It had been harder with Shadow, with her half dog trait. With Ridge's full bred dog in him, this was going to be very difficult. When a wolf first expiriences the lust, their mind becomes twisted, filled with a lust of everything that he or she never would have thought about in the first place. The mind became twisted. And violent.
They met with their jaws snapping at each others throat. Sparks knew he had to not harm him. This wasn't the Ridge he knew. The Ridge he knew was a cranky, lovestruck, funny half dog with a secret past. Not this new Ridge.
Sparks snapped playfully at Ridge's heels, then turned and nipped at a sensitive part at the back of the neck. The dog howled with pain, and snapped back at the wolves muzzle, drawing blood. Sparks looked at the silver dog, shocked. Not even Shadow had bit anyone hard enough to puncture the skin.
Without a second thought he pinned the white wolf down, laughing. With his muzzle red from biting the meat from the carcass of the deer, Ridge looked absolutely terrifying.
Sparks closed his eyes, waiting.
Ridge opened his mouth wide, and struck Sparks neck...
But met Shadow jaws instead. The half-wolf fought back, defending her friend.
Ridge stopped, not wanting to fight her.
"Move Shadow," he snarled.
"No, Ridge. Back off," She said politely.
She started walking slowly and hesitantly towards Ridge, not wanting to throw him off guard.
Ridge snapped at the she-wolfdog, not wanting her closer, but not wanting her to go away.
She stepped one step closer. He snarled. One more step, a more ferocious growl. One more step, a even more ferocious growl. One last step. Ridge attacked.
She sidestepped and landed on his back, making his knees buckle underneath him. Landing with an oof, Shadow placed a paw over the dogs throat and whispered in the dogs ear.
"Ridge, wake up. Don't be like this. The lust is temporary. Killing a friend is forever. Wake up!" she whispered.
He said nothing.
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He saw himself, in a memory, with Firestar beneath him, bloodied and not breathing. Or, maybe he was barely breathing, He couldn't tell.
This was the same sensation as when he had attacked Firestar. Except last time he had felt guilt. Now all he felt was pleasure. Or did he? Firestar wouldn't be to happy about this. Especially since he had been the one attacking. Maybe he shouldn't attack, to repay Firestar. Or Squirrelflight. Or, what was that young cats name? Oh, yes. Sunpaw. And Sunpaw.
But this feeling was so right, so good. He didn't want to leave this.'
Bit he hadn't wanted to attack Firestar either, especially after all he had done, after all this pack had done. He will stop this sensation, for Firestar.
That's when he gave into darkness.
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Deathmoon entered the clearing where the once ferocious Ridge stood, but now was only a shaking, crouching form.
Shadow was standing protectively over the dog, and only moved when Deathmoon instructed her to.
"Ridge, stand up," he ordered. The dog shook his head, refusing,
"Cone on, you stupid furball, do as he says," Shadow growled, concerned.
"Firestar," Ridge whimpered.
"Who's Firestar?" Deathmoon asked, gently, but forcefully.
. "Thunderclan leader," he choked out.
Confusion didn't show on Deathmoon's face, but his eyes did. Turning to the rest of the pack, he instructed, "Leave us. I will talk to Ridge alone."
Umbra opened his mouth to retaliate, but Shadow beat him to it.
"I want to stay with him," she said hotly.
Rust narrowed his eyes in disgust, glaring at Ridge.
Umbra just snickered. "Deathmoon, this dog cant control himself, and is a danger to the pack. Look at what he did to his friend, Sparks."
Sparks opened his eyes and warily lifted his head, "It wasn't his fault." He managed.
"Save your breath Sparks, that throat wound is deep," Virgo said sharply. Sparks eyed the remedy wolf with guarded eyes, but nodded.
"Shadow, go with Sparks. Make sure he gets back safely," Deathmoon told her.
Shadow just stood there for a second, bewildered and angry. Then, without warning, she burst out, "You have 20 or so other capable pack members available and willing to take Sparks back to the home clearing! He doesn't need me, so I am staying right here!"
The entire pack held their breath, waiting for what was going to happen next. Gem and Kairu stood together, watching fearfully for what Deathmoon might do with Shadow, while Fang looked on with glee. River, was ducking her head beneath her paw, while Eerie just yawned with a slightly bored expression. Lika looked at her son, Sparks, worried for his wounds, and looked at Ridge angrily, blaming him. Snip and Tracker were making bets on what Deathmoon's reaction was going to be.
Anger flashed in Deathmoon's eyes, but his voice was calm. "I will leave this decision up to Ridge."
"Ha, I told you!" Tracker exclaimed in hushed voice, followed by disappointed murmurs.
Shadow huffed, but turned expectantly towards Ridge. The silver dog looked down at his paws awkwardly, and said in a hushed voice:I want to speak to Deathmoon alone."
Shadow just stood there, not saying anything, just examining him. After a few minutes, she nodded with a satisfying nod. Some of the onlooking wolves snickered.
The wolves stood and exited the clearing, one by one, Shadow being the last one to leave. When she finally left, Ridge looked up.
"Well, she'll hate me now, for refusing her?" he asked quietly, worriedly.
Deathmoon shook his head. "My granddaughter is a lot like her mother, my daughter, Light. If anything, she'll admire you for it."
Ridge looked confused. "So I should always refuse her. Then she'll like me even more?"
Deathmoon studied him with eyes as yellow as the sun, then laughed. "Not to much, young one. Just enough to show her that you aren't another one of those pushovery males."
Ridge smiled lopsidedly, then sat down on his haunches. Neither spoke for a while, and in the distance the sun was setting.
"If I tell you what you want to know, will you tell me what I want to know?" Ridge finally asked.
Deathmoon didn't answer immeadeatly. Instead he just closed his eyes and let the dying rays of the sun ruffle his coat. Thats what Ridge had always noticed about wolves. They acted like something only came once, even though most took it for granted, like the setting of the sun, the rain, the wind. Who knows? Ridge mused. Maybe those things will be gone one day, and wolves will be the only ones who will notice.
"I will answer not what you want to know, but what you need to know," Deathmoon finally said. Ridge sighed. He knew why Deathmoon had been chosen leader. He knew how to wiggle out of things without actually doing the wiggle part.
Ridge took a deep breath. "Ok."
He tried saying it a few times, but he just couldn't manage the words.
"It's ok, we have all night," Deathmoon said.
Ridge knew that. Which is exactly why he blurted it out. He would rather change the elders bedding for a moon than stay outside all night. He guessed it was a wolf thing.
"I was raised by cats."
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OK! I don't remeber who guessed the Umbra Wary, Wary of Umbra thing, but kudos to them! They are really good at guessing!
BlindSeer
P.S. Cascade and Algebra will be arriving in a few chapters! (For Bluepelts knowledge)