Next chapter, I don't really expect any reviews because this is a five shot but please please please. So in this chapter Smokeflight sees his past ;D
N'joy!
I woke in horror, panting as I wildly looked around... The brown tom... he had reminded me of horrible mourning, sure I believed in Starclan, but would My father really say such things?
I was relived to find that I was in the warriors den lying on my nest of heather. I laughed bitterly, It was a dream! I thought in joy. That old man would never scare me! I stood up and stretched, some cats were still sleeping, Darkfall was one of them.
I stepped on him on purpose, trying to wake him which I successfully did as he gave a groan. "Smokeflight?" He yawned, looking up at me with sunken eyes, as if he hadn't slept at all, I rolled my eyes, just like him to stay up all night likle a flea-bag.
"Get up idiot," I spat, walking out of the warriors den to the camp center, Darkfall joined me a few minutes later, his eyes only half open. "You stood on my head last night Smokeflight..." The black and white warrior mewed, I shrugged, hopping the flea-bag would get the message as I walked up to the Deputy; Ivysky, I white and black tabby she-cat. She purred warmly at Darkfall, giving him a pitying look, My eyes flew wide open at her look. "What's that supposed to mean!" I roared at her, she gave a surprised yowl as I dared to snarl at the Deputy.
"Smokeflight calm yourself! And don't even think you can talk to me like that!" She growled, but there was fear in her eyes, it made me feel respected, I know I shouldn't have but I liked it.
"Sorry, we're here to join a patrol," Darkfall meowed, she narrowed her eyes and nodded. "IT is already Sun-high, I sent the warriors away long ago." My eyes widened as I looked up at the sky, Sun-High! It was indeed, the sun was watching over them in the highest point of the sky. Yet I felt relived that I didn't have to go through another whole day in leaf-bare. The snow was already annoying me, even here where the apprentices cleared the camp of the white fluff.
I growled and stalked over to the fresh-kill pile, aware of Ivysky's hard stare following me, Darkfall sat next to me just as I started to clean my messy pelt, annoyed that I hadn't washed it yesterday, maybe then I could have skipped half my dream!
I watched The sun fall to the earth in slow motion for the rest of the day, not bothering to answer the friendly welcomes and only looking away as I tried to walk away from FUrzepelt's hard stare, he narrowed his eyes at one time and showed me one of his thorn sharp claws that sent chills down my spine and memories to my head, but luckily he hadn't approached me.
It was about dawn when I watched my friends crowd around beside the warriors den again, their pelts covered in snow. Humor crossed my eyes and I turned away from Willowdrop and Frostbreeze who were padding up to me, the two sisters purring as they sat down beside me.
"Hey have you heard?" Willowdrop whispered on the right of me as Frostbreeze brang three rabbits from the fresh-kill pile and came back.
"I'm not interested in gossiping" I growled in a bored tone, the two she-cats exchanged glances as they kept going.
"Streamheart is expecting kits!" Frostbreeze purred, I gave her a curious glance, Streamheart was one of the most popular warriors in the clan, and an extremely skilled fighter.
"Oh yeah?" I growled, "Well hurry up and tell me who!"
Willowdrop jumped in there, a smirk spreading across her face, "OH, just Furzepelt."
My heart soared as I heard the senior warriors name, out loud it sounded even scarier, and memories came flushing back.
"Nobody cares about you two and your gossip!" I yowled at them, standing up and trotting off, adding the words "The clan would be happier if you two just died!" And with that he trotted to the warriors den, finding his nest and curling up, He didn't want to go outside, he didn't want to see the smirk on his mentors face as the dangerous spark I knew all to well filled his eyes. I didn't want to live here anyway.
My mind was as messy as the snow as I drifted into my world of dreams, unprepared for what lay ahead.
. . .
I woke up to darkness again, and for a second I was going to fall asleep again before I heard a soft mew rise to my ears.
"Greetings Smokeflight," A feminine voice purred, I leaped to my paws and stared around wide eyed, my angry expression coming to my surroundings. My heart rose with fear as I realized I was outside the camp, where I had met my father yesterday. I couldn't hold back the gasp, how did I get here? I could hear cats snoring inside of the camp, everything seemed normal until I stared infront of me.
A black cat was standing in front of me, her Crimson eyes flashing a calm welcome to me. I gasped and stuttered backing away a little before she smiled.
"Don't be afraid Child, You can still be young and free and wild," I stared her up and down, remembering the words My father had told me. "Three cats shall visit you in three days...
"Who are you?" I challenged, she smiled. " I am Blast, spirit of the past." She purred in a calm voice, unease prickled through me as my dream came back to me completely.
'Three if our spirits will visit you, spirit of the past, present and future.'
I shook my head, trying to be my old self again. "Well you don't have to speak in ryhmes, it makes you sound like a fool."
Blast's Crimson eyes stared at me heartlessly for a moment before her tail touched my back, sending a shock through me.
"What are you doing you rat! Get off me!"
"Relax, i am simply trying to send us, through the portal of past to mend thus," and with that the pitch black she-cat closed her eyes, and flash. We were in a matrix, like a water slide. But this one hurt. It felt like I was being torn into two and I gave a scream of agony, glad that non of my clan-mates were here to see me.
I turned my face in pain to look at Blast, she was purring, her eyes closed and her tail still touching my back. I wasn't ready for the free fall part of the portal, it was so fast that i thought my fur would rip off! But i closed my eyes as I landed with a heavy thump on hard ground.
Ground!
I opened my eyes in pure relief and looked at the cat that had put me through this, Blast was already walking through the moors, her tail tip twitching in a sign to follow her.
The moors were so familiar, I felt like I had seen each rabbit hole a million times, and not until I saw a huge willow tree did I realise that I was in Windclan territory.
"Where are we?" I asked in a growl, Blast turned to me.
"Not where young one, but when, look up at the sun!"
So i looked up at the sun, which burnt my eyes like crazy, I felt like an idiot for doing such a thing, but when I looked back down, two shapes had appeared under the willow tree, there yowls of joy as clear as the sky.
But this didn't feel like any random time, this felt familiar. I narrowed my eyes and walked closer to the two cats, stopping every few seconds so the two cats wouldn't see me.
A purr came from behind me and I saw that Blast had followed me.
"Don't act so typical, to them we're invisible."
i sighed, although I didn't understand her, I knew one thing; i didn't want to be seen by any Windclan cats.
So I trotted over, not realising the two shapes until I was standing next to them, my throat was thick with sadness and my eyes watered at the sight. It was me and my father, of course! I remembered this time, we always used to come under this tree to practice fighting when I was a kit.
"Bet'cha can't catch me!" A smoky grey kit purred, that was me, as a was so hard to believe that I had travelled through time, but i was too busy for doubts, I wanted to catch every move my father made before he was gone.
The brown warrior chuckled, "oh really?" my father challenged, narrowing his eyes. He looked so happy, nothing like when I had last seen him in the medicine den, coughing as he told me he was sorry.
Suddenly my father jumped on the kit, but fell backwards on purpose as the kit crawled over him, giving a yowl of victory.
"Yay! Dad I won!" The kit yowled, jumping up and down on my fathers stomach, he purred, looking at the kit that was me.
"Good job kiddo, you get my fresh-kill tonight!"
"really! Thanks dad your the best!" The kit squeaked, my father purred, love in his eyes and I watched in unimaginable pain and sadness as my father licked me ; the kit me.
i turned away giving a growl as the memory came to me, I didn't want to hear the soggy words that would come next. They had all been lies! My father had promised, he promised he would be the first to go out hunting with me after I got my warrior name.
"I don't want to see the rest!" I growled, staring in sadness at Blast, she nodded solemnly and closed her eyes, I could feel her tail sliding on my back and prepared for the pain. But it never came, and as i wondered why I heard a loud yowl that made me jump, and I opened my eyes in panic, I new this voice better than mine.
"No! Not here!" I squealed, but Blast didn't listen, she simply watched in sorrow at the scenery in front of me, and with a deep sigh, I forced myself to do so as well.
Furzepelt was leaping at a younger me, about seven moons old. His claws were unsheathed as he dug them deep into the smoky toms flesh, his yowl ringing through the forest.
"I said do the hunting crouch! You stupid mouse!" Furzepelt roared, the apprentice whimpered and got into a basic hunting crouch, his legs wobbling until they broke under him. Another yowl of rage sent birds flying away as Furzepelt leaned in one the apprentice that was a younger me. Furzepelt's teeth bared as he swiped the apprentice with his paw, sending him flying and hitting the ground.
My eyes widened and became watery as i whimpered, I knew what was coming next. And i didn't want to experience it again.
"Get me out of here!" I yowled, and i was relieved that Blast had listened as she slid her tail on my back again and shot us back to the willow tree. I looked at my paws as Blast gave me a comforting lick.
"That must have been hard, being off guard," she soothed, I sighed and turned to her.
"He did it every time," i whimpered. "I just wanted to die every day. "
She purred, and I was surprised as she let go of her rhyming, her voice deepening slightly until it sounded like many cats spoke at once.
"It's not easy letting go of the past, but it is possible you just have to believe in yourself. You can't move on until you can let go of the things that have haunted you and know that you have a future."
That was the last I ever heard of Blast as her tail slid on me for the last time and I fell into a deep, sad slumber.
there, *pants* two stories in one day while there is a murderer on the loose in my town! What a lovely day XD Well i hope I sleep better than Smokeflight.
-Love H4CK3D (Sydney and Rylie)