Chapter 26
HOWSITGOINBROS
Some of you may wonder, "Where is Jaggedscar? Who's SUP3R RA1NB0W DA5H?
IM SUP3R RA1NB0W DA5H now, so...
yeah...
Today, we learn just what Jaggedscar did with the gun, as well as having the sick cats move into the Twoleg nest.
Drafts for the first few chapters are almost complete. Give it a few weeks or so.
I ran into the forest, weaving in and out of trees as I went. The branch in my mouth was almost completely torn apart, but it held. The gun on the end was bouncing around wildly. The gun wouldn't stay in my mouth; the metal was too slippery. I had to loop a branch through the trigger guard so that I could carry it away from the abandoned house. A thought flashed through my head- what would happen if the gun wasn't set to safety? It could go off at any moment!
I skidded to a stop in front of the fence that closed off the town from the forest. I gingerly pulled the gun off the branch to inspect it. It was a Glock 18, something I didn't think they had in England. I pressed the magazine release and the clip popped out a pit. I pulled it out to see if it was even loaded. To my surprise, all eighteen bullets were pushed into the clip. I slid it back into the handle and looked for the safety. I pressed my nose to the small lever and pushed it up.
"Only one way to find out if it worked," I muttered. I pushed my paw up to the trigger, and pulled. The trigger stopped halfway, and wouldn't go any further.
"Thank Starclan," I sighed in relieved surprise. I pushed the gun under a bush near the fence. Hopefully it would stay hidden until it was needed. I hoped it wouldn't be, but I knew that the battle with the Dark Forest was only getting closer.
Wait- how could a cat use a pistol?
I grumbled as I made sure the Glock was hidden carefully. Once I was confident that no one would find it, I ran back to the Twoleg nest.
Honeyfern and Poppyfrost were helping finish up the renovations of the Twoleg nest. The last leaves were being stuck into cracks, and moss bedding was being put into the nest. The wooden crate had been moved and dumped who knows where.
"Where are the others?" I asked, before coughing and cursing my frail body.
"They've gone," Poppyfrost answered. She looked up and down the house, satisfaction and pride spreading across her face as she gazed upon the fortress. "We were sent to make sure everything is ready for you."
Honeyfern came up from the ground. "We have everything in order; you're moving in first thing tomorrow." She reached up with a paw to flick off a stray leaf on her muzzle. It floated softly to the ground, crinkling as it hit the forest floor.
I surveyed the house. In the three days I had been hiding the Glock, the Clan cats had done a masterful job of patching the place up. It actually looked hospitable.
"Well, thanks for all your hard work," I replied. "It looks a lot better now than it did before." I turned around and bounded back into the forest, back towards the camp. I walked through the thorn tunnel and into the warriors' den. I noticed that Hollyleaf wasn't in the den.
Oh, well, I thought to myself. I can still sleep.
And with that, I closed my eyes and slept.
I opened my eyes and groaned. Mist and moss pooled around my feet and body. Gnarled trees stuck up around the grove.
Frickin' Dark Forest, I thought angrily. I couldn't even get a sick day?
Tigerstar moved around a tree, grinning evilly. "Hello, Jaggedscar. Having a nice day, I suppose?"
I shook my head to clear it of bad thoughts. "What does it matter to you?"
He hissed. "I know that you found something in that Twoleg nest," he growled. Tigerstar jumped up and pinned me down on the ground, digging his claws into my flank. I growled and kicked at his belly with my hind legs.
"That has nothing to do with you," I hissed.
Tigerstar narrowed his eyes and leaned closer. "Oh, but it does. And if you don't tell me, I have other ways of finding out what I want to..." With that, he jumped up and padded away.
I got up coughing. "What, no training or anything? Surely you want me to know how to destroy the Clans best."
If Tigerstar heard me, he gave no notice. He kept on walking until the mist swallowed him whole. I grunted in displeasure and turned away from where Tigerstar had been, and walked on in the other direction. I heard the howls of cats 'training', and the sickening splat of blood staining the forest floor. i caught a glimpse of two cats fighting through the trees. One of them, a white tom, jumped on his opponent, a tortoiseshell. He raked his claws down her back with an evil grin on his face. The tortoiseshell shrieked in agony.
As I walked, I heard rustling to my side. I swiveled my ears, and caught heavy breathing. Then, a snapping twig, and-
"Grahh!" I growled. A cat jumped me from the bush. I fluffed up my coat and swiped a claw at his muzzle. He hissed back and ripped a claw through the air, shaving off the tip of a whisker. I swiped again, this time taking a chunk of my opponents' flesh with me. He yowled out and collapsed next to me, breathing heavily. I looked down in shock.
"Scourge? What are you doing?"
"Teaching you to be ready for anything..." Scourge muttered. "And... another thing... I'm not who you think I am..."
I blinked. "Then... who are you?"
The mystery cat looked up. I gazed on in wonder.
It wasn't a male, it was a she-cat. She looked dazzling, like the stars shone in her fur. Her face was a pure black, along with her body. However, instead of have a white paw, it was actually slightly brown.
"I... am Silverpelt."