A/N:
Hello once again!
Would just like to say thank you to those who have faved/alerted/reviewed my story so far. It means so much to me that you guys enjoy what I write.
In this chapter I finally introduce the main Twoleg character of John Mew; I hope you find him interesting enough. He may ruffle your fur the wrong way, but its intentional. :)
Anywho, read and enjoy! :)
Sorry in advance for bad grammar and spelling.
Disclaimer: Otherwise stated, the characters in this fanfiction belong to the author of "The Warrior Cats" book series Erin Hunter. The Character of John Mew, and any other OCs of my creation, belongs to me, mpkio2.
Warrior Cats:
The Twoleg Prisoner
Chapter 1
The Prophesised Twoleg
John looked out of his bedroom window, leaned back casually in his desk chair, his hands behind his head for comfort, and stared at the forest of trees that grew beyond the rickidy garden fence. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was kick back and do nothing at all. School had been horrible, as it always had been for John; nothing but homework was piled onto him from every teacher in every subject. I mean, why? What had he done to deserve this?! He had so much stuff to do such as….relaxing…and sleeping….and a ton load of work didn't help him in accomplishing set tasks.
I wish the world would just leave me alone, John thought as he closed his eyes. A brief breeze blew through the open window, cold air hitting his face.
John felt himself falling into a deep slumber, darkness shadowing him completely. But just as he reached a state of unconsciousness, the sound of rustling papers slowly brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes and saw a small black furred kitten on top of his desk tussling with his homework in front of him, the papers sprawled out in a total mess, the kitten attacking each paper with one paw.
"Shadow!" John yelped in surprise and anger. "What the hell, dude?!"
The kitten flinched at the sound of the teenager's voice, pulled back a few paces and looked up at John with fearful eyes, not sure of what he had done wrong.
"I had everything organized as I wanted it and then you come in and mess up everything!" John proceeded to whine and scold the kitten as he tried to tidy up his homework on the desk, the kitten frozen in place looking at the human as if he was a monster. "How did you get in my room anyway?" he asked as he picked up the kit, who mewed in response.
Carrying Shadow with one hand, John opened his bedroom door, placed the kitten onto the flooring of the hallway, glared down at the kit and muttered in a dark voice: "Leave me alone, furball," John closed the door with a forceful "Slam!", closing contact with him and the kit completely.
I don't want nothing to do with it, John thought darkly as he walked over to his bed and laid on top, sprawling himself out and staring up at the blank ceiling. I didn't even want it to begin with….why doesn't my mom discuss these things with me before she goes off and makes a decision that affects us both?
"Whatever," he muttered under his breathe, as he turned over to one side and stared at the wall.
Knock! Knock!
"John," The gentle voice of John's mother could be heard on the other side of the closed door. "John, dear. Shadow's sitting outside your door…I think he wants to see you…"
"Yeah," John grumbled, not sure whether his mother could hear his voice; either way, John didn't care. "Well I don't want to see it…"
There was a momentary silence when neither mother or son said anything, but once John heard the soft mewling that came from the kit, his mother spoke in a clear, loud voice:
"John, Shadow wants to spend some time with you. Why don't you play with him, hmm? Maybe feed him? What do you say?"
Silence greeted his mother and John glared up at the wall in response.
"Honey," her voice was quiet and gentle, and despite the door between them both, John could hear every word. "I…I think Shadow can sense how lonely you've been since…" Her voice trailed off and John was thankful she hadn't reminded him of the pain that clutched at his heart.
"I'm fine," he muttered in reply. "I don't feel like playing with the kitten, OK? I just need to be alone…"
Another silent moment crossed between the two of them. "Honey, you've been cooped up in your room for three months now. Every day I hope you come home with a smile on your face, telling me what a great day you've had, maybe bringing home a friend or two, going out and having fun with them, but instead all I'm welcomed to is a frown. Come on, hun, I know it hasn't been easy for you, but you can at least cheer up a bit, can't you? For me?"
'Cheer up'? Cheer up! Who is she to tell me to cheer up?! Who the fuck does she think she is? She doesn't know how much I….what me and her went through….she wouldn't know cause she was never there!
John stumbled to his feet, walked over to his door and opened it. His mother looked at him with piercing blue eyes of worry and concern. John was about to retort a reply, but the feeling of soft fur brushing against his legs drew his attention down to his feet where he found Shadow brushing himself against his body.
"You will never replace her," John muttered down to the kitten, knowing full well that the kit couldn't understand what was saying, of how much pain he felt, but nonetheless, felt as though he needed to say it. "I never wanted you in the first place…"
"Of course you didn't," John heard his mother murmur, his head rising to meet her face with a glare he shared for the kitten and her. "And I know she can never be replaced, John. I feel the same way…" Her eyes glanced down to the floor, John seeing the sadness swirl in her blue eyes, beginning to believe that his mother did understand. "But…" she continued speaking, her voice firmer, her eyes glazing with strength as she looked up to her son. "…we must carry on. No-one's telling you to forget about her, but we must live our lives. Do you think she'll be happy knowing that you lived the rest of your life in misery?"
John's eyes darted to the floor, not giving his mother an answer. Perhaps his silence WAS an answer…
"I thought Shadow could help you…that's why I took him in…"
"But you were wrong…" John muttered in grief stricken voice. "Did you think my feelings would just wash away if you brought me a new cat? I'm sorry, but you just don't understand…"
"I do, John, I really do…"
"No you don't," John's voice came out bitter and as he stared up to his mother, she flinched. "You weren't there the first two months after her death. You weren't there at all…"
A tense pause filled the air. "You know I had things to sort out…that I wasn't in a good place…" His mother looked at him with eyes filled with painful memories. "I would have been there for you, but after your father left-"
"Shut up," John's voice came out harsher and sharper than what he intended, but that being said, he felt as though his anger was still valid. "Don't pass the blame on to him. He has nothing to do with this…"
"He left me, John," She spoke with a mixture of sadness and bittiness. "Left us…with a ton load of unpaid bills and debt. I had to pick up the pieces of this family, not him, me.."
"But you couldn't handle it, could you?"
"I'm clean now, you know I am, hun."
"I'm not too sure about that…"
A mewling sound pulled his attention down to his feet where the kitten stared up at him with glistening eyes; This only intensified John's building anger.
"But I'm sure I don't want another pet," The kits eyes widened, its ears flattened and pulled backed up slowly towards John's mother. "You never should have brought it in. I don't want it….and I don't need you…anymore,"
With that last resentful statement said to his mother, John slammed the door on her and retreated back to his bed where he plopped himself down, rolled onto one side and closed his eyes. He could just about hear his mother's retreating footsteps as she climbed down the stairs. And as John felt himself fall into a deep sleep, a sweet comforting smell entered his nostrils.
Flower, I'm sorry girl. I'm so sorry…
A/N:
And that's the end of Chapter 1! Yay! :)
OK, just wanna clear something up with regards to story structure and such:
The story will focus on John, but will switch back to the ThunderClan cats and what's happening with them. The Perspective of the story will change too.
Also, I intended for my story to have a "Dark" edge to it which the main series seems to contain. For example, the Clan cats will act just as hostile, unfriendly and cautious to John (The Twoleg) as they would to rival clan cats steeping on their territory. But that doesn't mean my story won't contain any fluffiness. :)
I know these chapters aren't that interesting yet, but I hope you can stay with it – I promise it gets more interesting next chapter! It's slow building at first, but these chapters are used to introduce character, place and relationships. The plot will really get moving, so please hold on. Thank you. :)
Next Chapter, we move to the perspective of Shadow, where he might just come across a few familiar faces.(*Hint!*)
Please leave a review of what you think of my OC character, John Mew. Do you like him so far? Please also leave any constructive criticism, which I will take to help improve my story. More reviews will keep me happy and motivated to write more.
See you in the next chapter! :)