Post by Sanders on Mar 21, 2018 23:23:16 GMT -5
i wrote this in like 30 mins and it's not that good but ive had this idea in my head for like. a week so i needed to write it down. here you go i hope you enjoy.
also it's not finished i might honestly add more to it. but this is just what i got out rn.
Rain pounded the ground with unrelenting force. Thunder cracked overhead. Lightning illuminated the trees in a ghastly glow, stark against the blackness of the sky. The cat could barely see a mouse length in front of his own nose as he stumbled through the darkness trying to find his Camp. He shook himself for what he could only consider the millionth time. However, just like all the other times it was useless. The heavy rain drenched him again. Maybe it did even harder this time to scold him for trying to get dry.
As he rushed through the underbrush, a small flash of movement caught his eyes. He paused and quickly surveyed the area again. The rain was so heavy he could’ve mistaken what he saw to be anything. His senses were dulled. Rain washed over his ears and nose and nothing smelled of anything anymore.
No, there it was again. A small bundle of brown fur was trying to fight its way through a puddle of mud.
The cat sprung forward. This kit needed his help. He waded out into the mud nudged the kit with his paw.
The kit let out a terrified scream. It froze in place instead of trying to run away.
“I’m here to help you!” he meowed over the rain. “Don’t be afraid.” He picked the kit up in his jaws and started off towards Camp again. The kit yowled most of the way there but towards the end, gave up its fighting and rested. It must have tired itself out.
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A loud yowl broke the early morning air. Wetstep jolted awake. His fur was still damp from last night’s downpour and the warrior den was soaked through. He rose from his nest and shook himself out once more. At least the rain had stopped and he might get dry again. He exited the den and found the rest of the Clan heading towards the nursery.
“WETSTEP!” his leader’s voice yelled from atop a stump near the middle of Camp.
On the ground before him was the kit that Wetstep had pulled from the mud the night before. However, in the fresh morning light and with the rain receding he could finally tell that it wasn’t a kit at all. It was a newborn fox he had brought into camp. Its face was unmistakable and its color was a dull brown not like any fox he’d ever seen.
“What is the meaning of this?!” his leader, a dark brown tabby she-cat, demanded. “You brought a fox right into the middle of our camp!”
Wetstep scrambled to the middle of camp and stood next to the young fox. It looked confused and he felt sorry for the poor thing. It was probably hungry.
“I-I…. It was dark and I couldn’t see. And I saw what looked to be a kit, Brightstar. I couldn’t leave a kit stranded out in last night’s weather. I swear on my right to walk with StarClan, I’d never bring a fox into camp knowingly.”
“I need you to get rid of it,” Brightstar growled. “It’ll only be a matter of time until its mother comes seeking it out. And then the Clan will be doomed.”
Wetstep’s heart dropped. The fox was clearly abandoned by its mother. He figured no sane animal would leave their young unattended in the storm. Or at the very least, the fox had gotten separated. At this point, Wetstep couldn’t see it ever being reunited with its mother.
“With all due respect,” Wetstep started, “I don’t think the fox kit has any mother out there looking for it. The weather was so bad…. If she was truly going to look for it, she’d never find it now. On that paw, it was out there by itself to begin with…. If we… take it back… it’ll surely die.”
“All the better,” Brightstar said bluntly. “Let it die. One less fox in the woods to hunt us.”
Wetstep sighed. “Brightstar, please. I can’t see this young animal die on my paws. Can we…”
“I’m going to stop you right there,” the leader growled, jumping down from the stump to confront Wetstep face to face. “Wetstep you are a smart and brave warrior. You have fought alongside me and my deputy and your brothers and sisters for many moons. Now you bring this… this killer to us. It may not have blood on its paws now. But you just wait until it gets bigger. It will kill us. Foxes kill cats in these woods. I can’t believe you’d forget good warriors we have lost. And if we keep a fox here, what will the other Clans think of us!”
“The other Clans don’t have to know,” Wetstep interjected. “The fox could help us. If we raise it alongside our kits, it will learn to be a kit itself!”
“And what queen would raise such a beast?” Brightstar laughed.
“I will,” said a gently voice from behind Wetstep.
A young she-cat stepped forward from the crowd. She was the Clan’s most beautiful queen. A milky white cat with an orange cap and saddle. She was heavy with milk from her newly born kits. However, none of her kits had survived the birth and she was currently waiting for her milk to dry before returning to active duty.
“Rosebelly,” Wetstep murmured. He was enamored with this beautiful cat and he watched her as she stepped forward and sat next to the fox. She wrapped her tail around it gently. The fox reacted to her touch and moved closer to her belly. It was searching for something to nurse off of.
“I won’t have a fox in my nursery,” Brightstar said.
“I’m fine with it,” said another voice in the crowd. This time it was another nursing queen, Snowflight. “I… trust Wetstep’s judgement. And as long as we keep the fox a secret, I don’t see any point in not allowing it to live.”
Brightstar jumped back to the top of the stump. “All in favor of killing the fox, meow now!”
A chorus of meows rang out.
“All in favor or letting it live, meow now!”
Another chorus of meows rang out.
Brightstar sighed inwardly. “The fox may stay. Let it reach six moons with Snowflight’s kits. Then we will discuss it again.” With that the leader jumped down from the stump once more and made her way to her den.
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The Clan started to mill about again and go back to their duties. Wetstep jumped forward towards Rosebelly, who had lain down beside the fox to let it nurse. He had to admit, it was pretty cute.
“Thank you, Rosebelly,” Wetstep said. “It means a lot to me that you’re helping me out and that you stood up for me.”
Rosebelly purred. “Well, meet our new daughter,” she said sweetly. “I’m calling her, Rainkit.”
Wetstep paused for a moment. “Our daughter?” he questioned. He wasn’t Rosebelly’s mate. His relationship with her was honestly only friendly and he rarely ever talked with her outside of patrols. Yes he did admire her, but he’d never acted on it. He was also surprised to find out the kit was a girl.
“Yes. I’ll nurse her as her mother. But you found her and you’re her father,” Rosebelly explained. “I want her to feel normal.”
“What about Rockclaw?”
“We’ll see if he talks to me again after this…” Her voice was quiet and carried a hint of sadness. “He still blames me for our kits. He says if I had….” She trailed off and Wetstep nuzzled her.
“It’s okay,” he said with a gentle purr. “You’ll still get to be a mother.”
“Thank you, Wetstep.”
also it's not finished i might honestly add more to it. but this is just what i got out rn.
Rain pounded the ground with unrelenting force. Thunder cracked overhead. Lightning illuminated the trees in a ghastly glow, stark against the blackness of the sky. The cat could barely see a mouse length in front of his own nose as he stumbled through the darkness trying to find his Camp. He shook himself for what he could only consider the millionth time. However, just like all the other times it was useless. The heavy rain drenched him again. Maybe it did even harder this time to scold him for trying to get dry.
As he rushed through the underbrush, a small flash of movement caught his eyes. He paused and quickly surveyed the area again. The rain was so heavy he could’ve mistaken what he saw to be anything. His senses were dulled. Rain washed over his ears and nose and nothing smelled of anything anymore.
No, there it was again. A small bundle of brown fur was trying to fight its way through a puddle of mud.
The cat sprung forward. This kit needed his help. He waded out into the mud nudged the kit with his paw.
The kit let out a terrified scream. It froze in place instead of trying to run away.
“I’m here to help you!” he meowed over the rain. “Don’t be afraid.” He picked the kit up in his jaws and started off towards Camp again. The kit yowled most of the way there but towards the end, gave up its fighting and rested. It must have tired itself out.
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A loud yowl broke the early morning air. Wetstep jolted awake. His fur was still damp from last night’s downpour and the warrior den was soaked through. He rose from his nest and shook himself out once more. At least the rain had stopped and he might get dry again. He exited the den and found the rest of the Clan heading towards the nursery.
“WETSTEP!” his leader’s voice yelled from atop a stump near the middle of Camp.
On the ground before him was the kit that Wetstep had pulled from the mud the night before. However, in the fresh morning light and with the rain receding he could finally tell that it wasn’t a kit at all. It was a newborn fox he had brought into camp. Its face was unmistakable and its color was a dull brown not like any fox he’d ever seen.
“What is the meaning of this?!” his leader, a dark brown tabby she-cat, demanded. “You brought a fox right into the middle of our camp!”
Wetstep scrambled to the middle of camp and stood next to the young fox. It looked confused and he felt sorry for the poor thing. It was probably hungry.
“I-I…. It was dark and I couldn’t see. And I saw what looked to be a kit, Brightstar. I couldn’t leave a kit stranded out in last night’s weather. I swear on my right to walk with StarClan, I’d never bring a fox into camp knowingly.”
“I need you to get rid of it,” Brightstar growled. “It’ll only be a matter of time until its mother comes seeking it out. And then the Clan will be doomed.”
Wetstep’s heart dropped. The fox was clearly abandoned by its mother. He figured no sane animal would leave their young unattended in the storm. Or at the very least, the fox had gotten separated. At this point, Wetstep couldn’t see it ever being reunited with its mother.
“With all due respect,” Wetstep started, “I don’t think the fox kit has any mother out there looking for it. The weather was so bad…. If she was truly going to look for it, she’d never find it now. On that paw, it was out there by itself to begin with…. If we… take it back… it’ll surely die.”
“All the better,” Brightstar said bluntly. “Let it die. One less fox in the woods to hunt us.”
Wetstep sighed. “Brightstar, please. I can’t see this young animal die on my paws. Can we…”
“I’m going to stop you right there,” the leader growled, jumping down from the stump to confront Wetstep face to face. “Wetstep you are a smart and brave warrior. You have fought alongside me and my deputy and your brothers and sisters for many moons. Now you bring this… this killer to us. It may not have blood on its paws now. But you just wait until it gets bigger. It will kill us. Foxes kill cats in these woods. I can’t believe you’d forget good warriors we have lost. And if we keep a fox here, what will the other Clans think of us!”
“The other Clans don’t have to know,” Wetstep interjected. “The fox could help us. If we raise it alongside our kits, it will learn to be a kit itself!”
“And what queen would raise such a beast?” Brightstar laughed.
“I will,” said a gently voice from behind Wetstep.
A young she-cat stepped forward from the crowd. She was the Clan’s most beautiful queen. A milky white cat with an orange cap and saddle. She was heavy with milk from her newly born kits. However, none of her kits had survived the birth and she was currently waiting for her milk to dry before returning to active duty.
“Rosebelly,” Wetstep murmured. He was enamored with this beautiful cat and he watched her as she stepped forward and sat next to the fox. She wrapped her tail around it gently. The fox reacted to her touch and moved closer to her belly. It was searching for something to nurse off of.
“I won’t have a fox in my nursery,” Brightstar said.
“I’m fine with it,” said another voice in the crowd. This time it was another nursing queen, Snowflight. “I… trust Wetstep’s judgement. And as long as we keep the fox a secret, I don’t see any point in not allowing it to live.”
Brightstar jumped back to the top of the stump. “All in favor of killing the fox, meow now!”
A chorus of meows rang out.
“All in favor or letting it live, meow now!”
Another chorus of meows rang out.
Brightstar sighed inwardly. “The fox may stay. Let it reach six moons with Snowflight’s kits. Then we will discuss it again.” With that the leader jumped down from the stump once more and made her way to her den.
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The Clan started to mill about again and go back to their duties. Wetstep jumped forward towards Rosebelly, who had lain down beside the fox to let it nurse. He had to admit, it was pretty cute.
“Thank you, Rosebelly,” Wetstep said. “It means a lot to me that you’re helping me out and that you stood up for me.”
Rosebelly purred. “Well, meet our new daughter,” she said sweetly. “I’m calling her, Rainkit.”
Wetstep paused for a moment. “Our daughter?” he questioned. He wasn’t Rosebelly’s mate. His relationship with her was honestly only friendly and he rarely ever talked with her outside of patrols. Yes he did admire her, but he’d never acted on it. He was also surprised to find out the kit was a girl.
“Yes. I’ll nurse her as her mother. But you found her and you’re her father,” Rosebelly explained. “I want her to feel normal.”
“What about Rockclaw?”
“We’ll see if he talks to me again after this…” Her voice was quiet and carried a hint of sadness. “He still blames me for our kits. He says if I had….” She trailed off and Wetstep nuzzled her.
“It’s okay,” he said with a gentle purr. “You’ll still get to be a mother.”
“Thank you, Wetstep.”