A/N Once again, credit to Prin Pardus for ideas of voice rumbles. Read her stories, they're GREAT!
A moon had passed now; and Snowkit was giving up hope of ever seeing his home again. The pain, like the hawk's wounds, dulled, but it was always there. Valley had become a second mother to him, though she looked nothing like Speckletail. He was dozing in the sun one greenleaf day when commotion erupted. He felt the ground shake with paws and yowls. A calico face with glittering blue and gold eyes appeared in the camp. Rook charged out of his den, muzzle curled in an ugly snarl. He leapt upon her. Snowkit saw his mouth form the words, "Adder, you tyrant!"
Before a brown body slammed him into a shrub. "Get there and stay there!" Valley yowled as she burst into the fight. He crouched, numb with fear, his fur bristling. He saw a brown tom with amber eyes slam into Hawk. "Lightning!" Hawk's eyes betrayed a trace of fear before he was clawing the tom. Suddenly, Snowkit remembered what Rook had told him about some of Adder's cats. Lightning has no morals. He will kill a cat or die trying once engaged in combat. Lightning was on top of Hawk now, jaws closing on the tabby's throat.
Snowkit hardy knew what he was doing; he erupted from the shrub and attacked Lightning full on. Lightning turned on him. His eyes glittered but Snowkit kept hold on the tom's throat. He felt the pulse fade away, and when he turned, he saw Adder holding Rook by the throat. "Let go!" she yowled to Snowkit. "Let go...or he dies." Snowkit backed off, flattening his ears. She grinned. "Oh... well, as longs as I have him, he goes." Before his disbelieving eyes she bent down and grasped Rook's throat. He struggled and went limp, his chest still. She stepped toward Snowkit.
He knew, then and there, he had to go or die. He fled.
The grass went under his paws and turned to stone. He knew this was where the hawk fallen. Still he ran, on and on. He saw great stone things looming before him. Forget about them. He thought firmly. You will never see the again. He padded on. I'll bet Adder is killing Hawk, or Leaf, or Rain right now... Valley! Oh, no... Valley. He knew he should go back but he couldn't. He wasn't brave enough; wasn't strong enough. StarClan, am I destined lose everything? Everything I love?
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He awoke under a shadow. It was a little cream brown tom with a white chest. "Well, hello there, young'un." The tom rumbled. "I'm Sparrow, and you might be...?" Snowkit shook his head, "I'm nobody. I'm less than crowfood." Sparrow purred. "Now, don't speak tha' way, my friend. It might not be so bad as you make it out to be." Snowkit raised his head, blue eyes gleaming. "Not bad." He stated. "Not bad when you watch a kind cat be murdered before your own paws. Fleeing to save your own wretched skin while other cats stay and fight. Not bad. Well, Sparrow, I think that is bad. I think that is horrible! Not bad! Who're you to tell me, it's not 'bad!'" He was heaving, taking his rage and emotions out on this tom. "So when you realize it is horrible, come back and tell!"
Sparrow stared at him. Then he turned tail and walked away.
Snowkit was left alone.