Sheesh, it's been almost two years and I haven't updated this story. Sorry to all my watchers. ^_^''
I really appreciate all of your nice reviews, and one that was just written today gave me the motivation to get out my old laptop and salvage some of the incomplete chapter that I was too lazy to work on (thank you Mothstar and Silver Volken Raven!). I hope this chapter won't disappoint you!
Chapter 2: All Begins With a Step
Midnight could honestly never understand her life. Her fur was all black, unlike all of the other badger cubs.
She noticed that there was a huge gap between her nest and every other cub's. The only badger that ever approached her was her mother, Heather. She thought it was a bit odd that Heather told her that she didn't have a father.
But most of all, she could see apparitions of badgers. They had stars in their fur, and when they walked, they levitated a few inches off the ground. They would often come to see her, but it seemed that every time they tried to open their mouths to talk, a real badger would walk through the image and dissolve it.
Midnight laid at the edge of the nursery, pretending to be asleep. But her dark eyes narrowed into slits that camouflaged with her black fur. She watched the other badgers around her.
She could see one of those badger spirits right now. It was walking through the entrance of the nursery and towards her nest.
The badger sat next to her and stared down at her. Midnight was used to seeing a look of contempt, but she was shocked to see kind eyes looking back into hers. And there was one more thing that she couldn't quite identify. Was it... love?
Upon closer inspection, the badger was a wiry female. Her eyes were pools of liquid silver, and they gave off a light of their own. Her silky, shiny fur rested in tidy clumps all over her body.
She got up and padded towards the entrance, and then flicked her tail away from Midnight, as if she were beckoning her to follow her.
Out of curiosity, Midnight padded towards the entrance. She had so many questions rising to the top of her conscience. Who is this badger? Why does she want me to follow her? Why does she not dissolve when another badger walked through her?
Along the way, she noticed mothers sweeping their cubs closer to them, as if she were some sort of deadly disease that the mothers should not, at any cost, expose their cubs to.
Midnight should have been used to this by now, after being in the nursery for six full moons. But she had to hold back tears as she unceremoniously lumbered out into the bright meadow that was her tribe's home.
I'm sorry this chapter was so short. I will try to have the next chapter up in a couple of days.
On a sidenote, I just realized that among the thousands of stories about Warriors, this is the only one that is about Midnight... so I will work extra hard to please all of you scarce Midnight fans out there!
Bye for now~!