** This is definatly my favorite chapter so far. Littlefeather was Shimertail's idea. Thanks to her, this chapter is up. This story has no relation to Midnightstar or Nightbreeze.**
Littlefeather: The Abductor
Sometimes a blessing can be a curse; sometimes a curse can be a blessing. Everything is what you make of it. Sometimes it can even turn ones life upside down. Sometimes is can turn ones life right-side up.
Let us watch the curse of a medicine cat become something more.
Littlefeather sat in her den sorting through her herbs. Some pesky apprentice must have messed them up. When she found a clump of black fur by her stash of poppy, she knew who. It was Duskpaw, probably showing off to his friends.
"Well, he won't be showing off for long." muttered Littlefeather to herself. Her annoying apprentice, Poppypaw, must be helping Russetleap and her kits, Whitekit and Breezekit, because she was now where to be seen.
Littlefeather growled when she thought of those cute kits. It was no fair she was cursed from having no kits. One day she would have some, she guaranteed herself that.
She went out into the clearing to see what injuries she could inflict on her loving Clanmates when she accidentally bumped into Sparkflight.
"Last night was a lot of fun." he whispered into her ear. Littlefeather had several mates in her Clan. She honestly couldn't remember who she was with last night, so good thing he had said something.
She just pushed him with his tail, as she headed to the apprentice den. She saw exactly what she expected to see, Duskpaw throwing some poppy seeds to his friends.
When he saw Littlefeather walk into the apprentice den, he froze completely solid. "Duskpaw," said Littlefeather sweetly. "I think I heard you coughing earlier. Why don't you come to my den, and I can check it out for you."
All the other apprentices were fooled by her innocent smile, so Duskpaw had no choice but to follow the medicine cat. Littlefeather let out and small smile, this was going to be fun.
When they entered the medicine den, Littlefeather shuffled through the herbs she had. "Here are some berries for you. They should get rid off that nasty cough you have developed." said Littlefeather. She handed Duskpaw some bright red berries.
Duskpaw had never seen these before, and they looked really tasty. He popped them in his mouth and bit down. Suddenly, his vision began to swim and his legs felt weak. He managed to slur out. "Ittlefthr, I tk ith ss wothing."
Littlefeather just smiled a cruel smile at the suffering apprentice. "Don't worry, you'll never get sick again. Now just close you eyes and go to sleep." She ran her tail over the apprentice's eyes and closed them for him.
She stayed in the medicine den until she saw Duskpaw's stop rising. Her death berries had worked their magic. Littlefeather faked a teary face and walked out of her den.
"Duskpaw is dead." she announced to the Clan. Shocked faces meet her words. Tigerpaw looked on in disbelief. He had just been talking to him minutes ago. How could he have gone from being so healthy to dead just like that.
Russetleap was extremely distraught. "Littlefeather, if you had been paying more attention to you duties than having kits, you could have saved Duskpaw." she snapped at the medicine cat.
Littlefeather threw herself at Russetleap with her claws unsheathed. The entire Clan seemed to be frozen solid. No one could have moved fast enough to save Russetleap from her death.
Whitekit and Breezekit were swiped up by powerful jaws. Littlefeather ran across the moorland before any cat could stop them. Tigerpaw started to give chase, but Hopestar stopped him. "We have no reason to catch her. She will never dare come back and attack."
Tigerpaw nodded. It made complete sense. Littlefeather had just herself and two kits, it would be impossible to attack a full camp. It still tore at his heart to see two kits carried to their doom.
What the Clans thought was the end of Littlefeather was just the beginning. As the exiled medicine cat made her way to the mountains beyond, she stopped in the barn just off her territory.
"Whitekit and Breezekit, you will not move. I want you to stay exactly where you are." demanded Littlefeather while she went to hunt some mice. She was thankful that she started training as a warrior.
She was able to easily grab some mice for herself and the terrified kits when a rogue walked into the barn.
"Hey little queen." called the large brown rogue tom. "What are you doing in my barn? I'm sure your two kits don't want to see what I do to intruders."
"Well, they saw what I did to their mother. I don't think you could be much worse." challenged Littlefeather. If there was anything she hated, it was annoying stuck up toms.
The brown tom walked up the a shaking Whitekit and put his sharp claw under the soft skin of her throat. "What did this beautiful she-cat do to her mother dear-heart."
Whitekit couldn't get any words out of her mouth. Thankfully, Breezekit could. "She sliced mommy open." cried the young tom. All the sorrow he had been saving up spilled up. Tears rolled down his and his sister's cheeks.
The brown tom smiled at Littlefeather. "Sorry warrior, I'm afraid I gravely underestimated you. Are you interested in joining me?" he asked.
When the ex-medicine cat spoke, the tom's smile slowly disappeared, but was quickly replaced my a more meticulous one. "I have a plan to get revenge." whispered Littlefeather into his ear.
Neither Whitekit or Breezekit could hear what the two were whispering about, but they knew it was bad business. The two cats had twin smiles on their faces.
Littlefeather was the first to turn around. "Hello kits. Hunter and some of his pals are going to be living with us from now on." She had made a deal with the rogue involving large pieces of territory.
Hunter smiled at the two kits. "You beautiful queen promised me a small army made of you and your den mates. Even better, you get to live here with me." His smile made the two kits shudder.
Littlefeather went with Hunter to meet the rest of his gang. Breezekit gathered his strength and stood up. "We need to be strong. From this day on, you shall be known as Whitefang, and I will be Breezeclaw."
The newly named Whitefang smiled. Hope blossomed in her chest. She was a warrior now, and warriors always knew what to do. But then why did she feel so insecure about herself.
When Littlefeather returned a while later with three more cats, a now brave Breezeclaw scrambled to his feet. "Littlefeather, we know have warrior names. I'm Breezeclaw and my sister is Whitefang."
Littlefeather smiled. "Good job Breezeclaw. It is a good thing you are warriors because you will be fighting soon enough. Yes, yes,yes, you'll be a good warrior."
"Hey little warriors." cackled a scared black tom. "I'm Midnight, the ginger she-cat on my right is Bleeding Claw, and the small white tom is Ice."
Bleeding Claw just grinned at the kit warriors. It was Ice who spoke to them. "I want to train the
ginger tom. He looks like a fighter to me."
Breezeclaw shuddered, but Littlefeather just smiled. "He is all yours Ice. Just make sure he is strong enough to fight by the full moon. "
Whitefang looked at her brother. He stared at his mentor with fear in his eyes. Whitefang knew it was up to her to find out what was going on. "Littlefeather, why do we need to be ready by full moon."
This was when Hunter returned. "Well, you little queen told me about this Gathering your Clans hold at this time. She said it was the time when the camps were attackable."
Bile rose in Whitefang's throat. She might only be a kit, but she understood what Hunter and Littlefeather were posing to do. "You can't attack the camps!" she pleaded out.
Bleeding Claw smacked Whitefang. "We can do everything we want. You are just a kit with a lot to learn. I think I will teach you all I know."
The small white kit whimpered beneath her new mentor. Bleeding Claw smiled; she had scared the kit warrior into obedience.
As the days went by, the seven rogues lived in the Twolegs barn. Food was plentiful and the kit warriors were growing strong. Littlefeather and Hunter were confident they would be strong enough when the full moon came.
And when the full moon did arrive, the kits were sent on the mission. They were told that Ice and Bleeding Claw would keep a close eye on them if they even tried to send an alarm. Whitefang and Breezeclaw were again scared into obedience.
As Hunter drew closer to the ThunderClan cats, he could pick up scents of the woodland warriors, but they were weaker than usual. If it hadn't been for Littlefeather, he never would have thought to attack on the brightest night of the moon.
As they crept closer to the camp, Midnight left to scout ahead. He returned with news of a hole in the nursery wall. Littlefeather allowed herself a triumphant grin; this was exactly what she wanted.
Bleeding Claw tore into the nursery. She swiftly killed the newest queen and stole her kits. The three mewing kittens hung weakly in her jaw. She gave the small ginger she-cat to Whitefang to hold.
Whitefang fell under the kits weight. The tiny she-cat was almost as big as her. She struggled to keep the kit off the ground.
She was saved by Hunter swooping up the kit. He ran out of the ThunderClan camp and through the forest. The rest of the band slowly followed. Whitefang waited a second for Breezeclaw and joined the made race back to the barn.
Hunter and Littlefeather lead the gang through puddles and river, twists and turns, and secret hidden holes. Midnight was leading a weak ThunderClan queen separately.
When everyone finally grouped together at the barn they collapsed on the ground. After pausing to catch their breath, Littlefeather stood to interrogate the stolen queen.
"What is you name, and the names of these three kits?" she questioned. When the queen looked like she wasn't going to answer, she flicked her tail and Ice and Midnight came to her side. The two rogues unsheathed their claws and smiled.
The scared queen took one look at the battled hardened rogues and answered everything Littlefeather asked. "I'm Swallowflight. Those are Snowtiger's kits, Mistkit, Bramblekit, and Thornkit."
It was Hunter who spoke next. "Breezeclaw, you excelled at giving you and you sister warrior names, what do you call these kits."
When Breezeclaw walked up to the queen, Swallowflight stared on in shock. Before her, she saw a warrior who was no more than four moons at the oldest. "They will be called Misttear, Brambleheart, and Thornscar."
Breezeclaw looked at the tiny warriors. They would never know a real mother's love. He was glad for a second that he could remember Russetleap's scent.
Whitefang and Breezeclaw continued their brutal training. They fought viciously and showed no mercy to their opponents. They would defend the barn at all cost because they knew the kits would be killed if they disobeyed.
As several full moons came to pass, the Clan began to suspect one another. They began to bring less and less warriors to the Gatherings, so they could adequately guard their camp.
Midnight laughed at this. "Do they really think they can stop us. We have grown in number where as they have only diminished."
A new cat, Crush, smiled viciously. "Those Clan cats don't stand a chance against us. With the addition of Blossomfall and Bouldersmash, we are invincible.
Whitefang whispered secretly to her brother. "Don't worry we'll find a way out of here."
Her brother shook his head. "No Whitefang, you just don't get it. We are stuck in her. They have us caught in their inescapable trap."
Whitefang just shook her head. "Stay strong Breezeclaw, stay strong," she urged with all her heart. She knew she couldn't save the Clans all by herself.
Even more moons later Whitefang was made a mentor to Beesting. Littlefeather's followers were rising. These kits were taught from birth that the Clans were evil and needed to be destroyed.
Hunter stood on top of the hay loft and spoke to the entire Clan. "The time has come for out final attacks." he howled. All the cats besides Whitefang joined in. "On the next full moon we will attack WindClan."
Misttear, Brambleheart, and Thornscar smiled. This would be their first attack as true warriors. They were practically overflowing with excitement. It made Whitefang sick to watch.
That is when she decided to do the most dangerous thing any cat had attempted to do; run away. The only cat who ever tried to escape was Swallowflight. Whitefang could remember that night well. She had been killed in front of the entire band. The kits she had raised just smiled at her blood pooling on the floor.
Whitefang was in luck though. The night she fled into the forest, storms were raging all around her. The air crackled with lightning. Rain was falling so hard that Whitefang could barely see where she was going.
Thunder split the air when Whitefang stumbled into the WindClan clearing. All the cats where hidden in their dens to hide from the downpour. The rogue warrior let out a blood curdling scream.
Warriors poured out of their dens and surrounded the lone rogue. Hopestar stepped past her warriors. "Who are you and what are you doing in my camp?" she growled.
Whitefang took a deep breath. "I am Russetleap's daughter, Whitekit. I was stolen with my brother Breezekit by Littlefeather."
Hopestar still looked a little suspicious. "Why should I believe you Whitekit?"
"Whitefang now." said Whitefang. "And you don't really have a choice. You must trust me for the fate of the forest."
This defiantly got Hopestar's attention. She motioned her warriors away. Only Poppypaw, now Poppybreeze, and Snakespin stayed. "Lets hear more about this fate of the forest thing."
Whitefang explained everything she knew about Littlefeather and Hunter's plan of attack. She knew quite a lot because she was the oldest kit warrior. Hopestar listened carefully.
When Whitefang finished her tale, Hopestar shouted to her warriors. "Kiwifeather, Shimmertail, and Amberheart I want you to run to the other Clans and tell them of the rogue's plans. I know you were listening to our counsel."
The three mentioned warriors fled into the night. Their paws splashed against the soggy moorland. All there was left to do was wait.
Hopestar went to gather the warriors while Snakespin gathered more information from Whitefang. The names of the rogues and kit warriors come out. Snakespin cries as he hears that his kit, Beesting, was as vicious as the rest.
Slowly, the storm blows past and the downpour stops. Whitefang knows they must act fast if they are to be victorious. It is a good thing when the dispatched warriors return with warriors following their wake.
Kiwifeather, Shimmertail, and Amberheart fell exhausted into their nest. They had all run for the better part of a night and day. Whitefang winced, they would need all the energy they could get for the upcoming battle.
As warriors from all Clans gathered, Hopestar motioned for Whitefang to stand on top of Tall Rock and address the Clans.
"I can't do that." she whispered to the WindClan leader.
Hopestar just gave her this look. "This is your battle Whitefang, and they are your warriors. You will bring them hope. The forest has been darkened by Littlefeather's shadow for far to long." She gave Whitefang a small smile and pushed her on top of the rock.
"Cats of the Clans." cried Whitefang. "We have gathered here today to defeat Littlefeather and the rogues. They have bothered us for far to long. Today we beat them. Stay strong!"
To some of the cats, her battle cry might have seemed strange. But as the cheers of "Stay strong!" echoed across the moorland, Breezeclaw heard them.
He traveled back to when Whitefang had spoken the same words to him. The image of his sister, the betrayer, blossomed in his head. Before he knew it, he had chosen his side; he would fight with the Clans.
Whitefang lead the Clan warriors onto the barren moorland. They could see the rogues walking forward in the distance. "Watch behind." called Whitefang to her warriors. "They don't fight honest."
Hunter lead the rogues to where the Clans were waiting. "So Whitefang decided to find her lost Clan." he whispered to Ice and Bleeding Claws. "Take the younger kits around back. I want them surrounded."
Ice ran off to obey gather his group, and Bleeding Claw went to get hers. They slunk through the high grass and prepared to attack.
Hunter called out to the Clans. "Do you really want to fight your own flesh and blood. They are still you kits."
Some of the Clan cats looked warily at the kit warriors. Some warriors pointed out their kits in the crowd. Whitefang tried to rein her cats back in. "Their minds have been corrupted. They have been taught to hate the Clans, hate the warrior code, and hate their parents. They will kill you once they see an opening. Stay strong!"
This brought the warriors back to their goal. Some of the she-cat still looked a little iffy. Several moved to where the rogues where standing so they wouldn't accidentally kill their own kit.
Then, from the fence post behind the rogues rose Littlefeather. "Attack!" she shouted, and the Battle of the Moorland started.
Claws flashed from dawn until sunset. The field ran with blood from both warriors and rogues. In the end, it was the Clans who won.
This is where the legend begins to change. Some elders would tell their kits that Whitefang died taking the life of Hunter and Littlefeather. Others would say she would grow up to becomes WindClan's fiercest leader, Whitestar. Whatever the ending, it is also the end of the abductors.
It was the kit warriors who faced the biggest defeat. They would join the Clans they had been taught to hate since birth. The forest would still run with blood until all the kit warriors learned the warrior code.
** Don't forget to review. I have a lot of cats lined up to write. Choasheart: The Psycho, Twigtail: The Cannibal, Snowtiger: That Watcher, Furystar: The Competitor, and Thornwhisker: The Hunter. **