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Post by ⁻ ⁻ ☾ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ on Oct 23, 2016 13:56:38 GMT -5
Hello and welcome to Wolf Bite's Scary Tails! I hope you'll find this place to be a comfy little spot to enjoy some (somewhat poorly) written stories concerning the spoopy and spine-chilling! Now, all of these stories take place in the world of Warriors, however the last one is a bit more flexible when it comes to the world it's in. Without further ado, please take a seat, enjoy some candy, and have some fun reading these stories and chatting with other spoopy cat lovers!
Scary Tails is a series of one-shot, short stories dedicated to the spooky spirit of Halloween! There will be one every single day the week leading up to Halloween night, where the last story will be posted. I hope you all enjoy these stories, but feel free to let me know what you think I could do better! I'll gladly take any constructive criticism as long as it is voiced kindly. Warning: If you are triggered by any thing related to horror, blood, murder, or anything related to that, please proceed with caution or do not read at all. That being said, I hope you all enjoy this, as I've put lots of hard work into this! Thank you!
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Post by ⁻ ⁻ ☾ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ on Oct 24, 2016 19:43:28 GMT -5
 I - - Watching Me
“ But Stoneheart! You can’t be serious!” “I’m afraid I am, Palefeather. There’s no way I can help her…” “She only just became a warrior! How could StarClan let this happen to her?!” They don’t know, but I can hear them. Every word. My mother is wailing now. I can even hear my father trying to whisper soothing things into her ears. They think I’m asleep, tucked quietly in my nest in the medicine den. I’ve been laying in here for two and a half moons. It felt like two and a half seasons. My name is Softwhisker. I have two brothers, Sedgetail and Heronflight. Two parents, Palefeather and Troutspring. They think something is wrong with me. I’m ‘hallucinating’. I know that isn’t true. I keep seeing them- figures at the edge of my vision, slinking away or ducking out of sight right when I turn towards them. I know they’re real. I don’t know why no one else can see them. It must be spies from another Clan, planning to invade us… They must know I’m the only one who can see them, and think RiverClan is weak enough to attack! I won’t let them! “Softwhisker?!” My mother’s voice violently shocks me back to reality. I look up at her, and follow her shocked gaze down at my front paws. I’ve violently ripped up my bedding, torn it to shreds. I look away, my ears flicking with frustration. I grimace as she walks over, sits next to me, and begins washing my ears. “Don’t you worry, love. I know it’s very frustrating to be cooped up here all the time, but you’ll return to normal warrior duties! Just have some patience.” She doesn’t specify when. I know she’s lying through her teeth. No doubt Stoneheart will tell Perchstar I’m ‘unfit’ for normal warrior duties. “Did you tell Stoneheart about what I think they are?” Quietly, I ask. I know she has. Multiple times. But maybe he listened this time. “Yes, but-” I interrupt her with a screech. “There! I can see you, you piece of fox dung! Don’t think I can’t!” I shriek at a patch of ferns I can see past the medicine den’s entrance. “It was just there! That same shadow, hiding among the leaves like the sneak it is,” she gives me a concerned glance after looking over her shoulder. She doesn’t make any attempt to answer my question anymore. She just wraps her tail around my shoulders and gives me a lick between my ears. “Why don’t you go to sleep for a little while? We can share a nice, plump fish when you wake up.” “But, I’m not-” a big yawn stretches my jaws. I give myself an internal glare, kneading my claws against my bed. I’ll have to take to Perchstar in the morning, that’s all there is to it. “Sleep, little one. Things will look much better when you wake.” I find myself growing closer and closer to sleep as her familiar purrs warmed my ears. My head lowers between my paws, and I rest my head on the ruined moss. Maybe things will look better in the morning… But as I’m falling asleep, I see a familiar shape, just peering from behind the den entrance. Before I can hiss a warning, my consciousness is all but gone. That’s the thing about them. If you don’t warn them, they get closer. And closer. You won’t even be able to see them, but they’re there. Sometimes I can hear them whispering at me at night… jeering me, taunting me… They’re always watching. No one else can hear them. Usually they’re bumbling around like idiots, completely unaware of the threat that is stalking us all… But I know. And I intend to take care of this threat. When I wake up, it’s dark. I can hear snoring from Stoneheart’s den. It must be night. I slept through the time me and mother were supposed to eat together. I must have been more exhausted than I thought… I haven’t been sleeping well, after all. Who would, when you know that there are cats sneaking around at night? I slowly get out of my nest, careful not to make any noise. I mustn’t disturb anyone, especially not the spy. Creeping slowly yet quickly, I make my way towards Perchstar’s den. I freeze in my steps when I see a flicker of movement cross my gaze. There is no moon tonight. I can only see darkness. But within the darkness, I see a figure. Moving quickly, quietly. Towards the warriors den… No! They are invading tonight! I must save them! Quickly, I spring into action. I let out a loud battle cry, hoping to alert the other warriors. The shadow lets out a surprised grunt as I tackle them to the ground, hissing and spitting as I claw their fur. It feels sleek, thick, almost like one of our own.. They must be hunting here and eating our fish, too! How else would they get such a pelt that’s so much like a RiverClanner? I sink my teeth into their shoulder, and they let out a loud, bloodcurdling wail. Take that, scum! “What was that?!” “Invaders!” Aha! They’ve heard us! “To me, RiverClan! We must fight these invaders!” I screech at the top of my lungs, spotting waves among waves more of these dark shadows, slinking into our camp. The cat below me is squirming, trying to get me off. Never! I dig my claws into their shoulders, making sure that they cannot move. “Softwhisker! What are you doing to Troutspring?!?” Troutspring?! “No! This is the spy! The spy I’ve been telling you about!” I hiss at them, licking the blood from around my lips. I see my own mother, pushing her way through the horrified crowd of cats. Yes! Mother! Tell them about the shadows! “Get off!” To my horror, she pushes me off of the cat. “Troutspring! Please, can you hear me? Speak to me! Don’t leave me! Troutspring!” I look around. My Clanmates surround me, but there are also many unfamiliar faces in the crowd. Dark-pelts, hard-to-make-out features… all wearing the same, smug expressions. The shadows have even corrupted my own Clan. “No! No! Get away from me!” I caterwaul, backing away from the crowd. I can see the shadows’ faces curl with snarls, evil glints in their eyes. My own Clanmates look upon me with similar expressions. My own mother has turned away from the shadow she thought was my father, now laying motionless. Even she is creeping closer to me, her pelt turning jet black. I try to run, but I stumble on a loose stone. I can’t scream. I can’t move. All I can see is a throng, an ocean, of moving, black pelts, and cold, evil eyes that are all watching me. II - - It Followed Me My name is Mallowkit. I live in ThunderClan with my mother, my father, and my two sisters. This is a story about how I got taken by the Follower. Or my shadow, as other cats refer to it. I call it the ‘Follower’ because it’s always following me. Or at least it was. I was always afraid of it, because Badgerpaw told me if I was bad, the shadow would grow and eat me! I didn’t really believe him, but I was always scared of the ‘what ifs’. What if he was right, and I didn’t listen to his warning? The shadow would get bigger and eat me up! I still wonder where he heard that story. Did he make it up, or did he hear it from some other cat? Maybe one of the elders told him, to make him behave. It was a cold day, right in the middle of Leaffall. Almost all the leaves had turned to those bright, hot colors or fallen off. Mothkit and I had started making piles of the leaves to jump in, Marigoldkit even helped. “Hey! You want some help?” Birchpaw called from the other side of camp. Mothkit perked her head up from the leaves, looking up at the pale-brown-and-white tomcat. He was holding his long tail high, kinked at the end like a flag. “Will you really help us, Birchpaw?” She asked excitedly, bounding up to meet him. “Of course, why not? I’ll just sweep these leaves towards you,” he brushed some leaves with his tail towards their pile, and walked over to the other side of camp to push some more towards them. “Isn’t Birchpaw great?” Mothpaw purred, watching him intently. Mallowkit threw a ball of moss at her that they were playing with earlier, hitting her square in the back of the head. “Hey! That hurt!” Mothpaw exclaimed, whirling around to face him. “That’s what you get for mooning over toms!” He teased with a cheeky edge to his voice. “Mallowkit, stop teasing Mothkit and help us finish this pile,” Marigoldkit scolded as she walked out from behind the leaves. “That way we can have fun playing in it before Whiteblossom calls us for sleeping time!” “Alright..” Mallowkit complained, scuffling his paws. He sprung back when a larger than average leaf flew by his face, it was huge! Excitedly, he leaped up and began chasing the leaf to the other side of camp, where it got caught in the bramble wall. He slowly leaned forward to snag the leaf with a foreclaw, when he noticed something through the corner of his eye. His head turned on a dime, and his eyes widened in shock. His shadow was not standing, leg outstretched, like he was. His shadow was standing still on the ground next to him, with its head turned so its muzzle wasn’t visible. A small, startled half-scream, half-gasp slipped from Mallowkit’s throat. It was almost like the shadow was looking straight at him, and something about it felt bad… almost.. Evil. “Mallowkit?” The ginger and white tomcat is thrown out of his thoughts as Mothkit lets out a squeak. “What are you doing? You’ve just been standing here for a while.. “ she tilted her head, concerned, “Do you have a bellyache?” Mallowkit shook his head to clear his thoughts. “N-No.. I’m fine. Just.. thinking, is all.” He shrugged her concern off, throwing his shadow another glance. Slowly and carefully he extended a foreleg, moving it a little. It was back to normal, following his movements exactly. He narrowed his eyes before looking back to his sister. “I feel fine.” He reassured her, giving her a curt nod. She gave him a not-very-convinced look, “If you say so,” shrugged and turned to walk back to the leaf pile. Mallowkit carefully took a few cautious steps before he ran to catch up with her, running back to Birchpaw and Marigoldkit. It still followed him, like it always had. But this time, it felt off. Wrong. He ignored it. [End of It Followed Me - Part I] III - - It Followed Me [Final Part] It had been a few days since Mallowkit and his siblings had played in the leaves. The weather had grown colder, and Whiteblossom was a bit more reluctant to let them play outside.
“But Mama!” Mothkit whined, “I wanna go out and play mossball!”
“Mothkit, it’s raining outside! Not to mention it’s cold as a badger’s heart out there,” their mother, Whiteblossom, scolded, “There is no way you are going outside! And that goes for all of you!” Even Marigoldkit let out a disappointed sigh.
“Alright, Mama..” The kits groaned in defeat.
“Good. Now come here, let’s take a nap. Maybe the rain will have stopped by the time we wake up.” She purred, moving her tail so her kits could gather in the nest. One-by-one, they did. And soon, they were all sleeping soundly. Except for Mallowkit. He was curled up, tail tip tickling his nose ever so slightly. But his eyes were open. Locked on the nursery wall where he saw the rain dripping down from between the cracks. He couldn’t find sleep easily like his littermates or mother. Not since he saw his shadow act oddly those days ago.
Sighing, he slowly sat upright in his nest, and flinched when he heard a low, quiet growling noise. Looking down, he silently sighed. His stomach was grumbling. Looking back at his mother, he found she was snoring softly, undisturbed. Maybe if I get a little something to eat… I’ll be able to sleep.
So he snuck out of his nest, into the clearing. Since he and his family were the only ones in the nursery at this time, it wasn’t hard. He winced as the cold droplets of rain cascaded his pelt, soaking his fur. Mama was right, it’s cold out here! He made his way to the fresh-kill pile, taking a small, skinny shrew from the bottom. He carried it next to the nursery, where he was sheltered by a holly bush. He couldn’t shake this nagging feeling of guilt- he had gone against his mother’s command, after all. What if she woke, and he wasn’t there? She’d be frightened out of her wits. I’ll just finish this up quickly, slip back inside, and she’ll never know I was gone.. That’s that. He pushed the feeling out of his mind and finished eating in a few bites, pushing the bones and leftovers into the brush, scratching some dust over it.
Making his way back into the nursery, his belly full and content, his eyes widened in horror as he saw something dancing across the wall. His shadow, pacing back and forth across the nursery wall. Once the jet black silhouette noticed his return, it stopped. Mallowkit froze in his tracks as it turned towards him, a grin spreading across its face in the form of light being able to pass through it.
“No… leave me alone!” Mallowkit whispered, finding himself unable to scream. Still unable to move, his heartbeat accelerated, and his body began to shake. The shadow started towards him, somehow becoming four-dimensional, a real being. It walked out from its flat shape on the wall, becoming an exact copy of him, except with hollow eyes and a jet black, transparent body. He watched in horror, his fear and shock rendering him helpless. The shadow grew in front of him, until it seemed to fill the entire room with its smoky figure. He tried to breath, but the shadow’s body seemed to soak up all the air in the room. He looked over to his family, only to see them sleeping just as soundly as before. He tried to run, but the shadow pinned him with a mighty paw, its claws digging into his skin. He let out feeble cries as he succumbed to despair, and fell into a dark void.
“....Mallowkit? What are you doing awake?” His mother’s voice woke him from a sleep that seemed to have last forever. Except his vision was… odd. It was if he was trapped in the bramble wall, looking out at… himself. “You’re soaking wet! Did you go outside?” She was speaking to an exact clone of himself, looking up at her. Mama! That isn’t me! I’m right here!
“Sorry Mother, I just went out to go to the dirtplace..” He heard his own voice, innocently reply to his mother. Mallowkit couldn’t move, he was frozen. Mostly because he wasn’t able to move in the first place, but also because of shock. But he found his body moving on its own, the exact same movements the cat who looked exactly like him made. As the realization hit him, he was unable to scream, unable to speak, unable to react. He was the one ‘following’ now. |
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Post by ⁻ ⁻ ☾ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ on Oct 24, 2016 19:44:01 GMT -5
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 26, 2016 21:21:35 GMT -5
Oooooh, I love this concept. You know me and my weird love of dark stories, but this is truly a clever take on madness while giving the reader a hint at a possible mass possession of the main character's clan, or maybe a possession of Softwhisker herself who slowly sees the clan this way because of it. I really enjoyed the decent you pulled me into at the start, I felt myself about to dive into a spooky story. The main character too had a strong voice and mind of her own, even if her mind seemed broken and unsettled. You pulled it off almost effortlessly! And the end was very juicy. A great finale to a short plot!
I did feel a few things felt forced or awkward, but they were mainly hiccups in your writing style and sentence structure. I also felt that at the start you gave unnecessary information about the main character that could have been left out since it didn't serve the plot and broke the trance you had me in when the story started. It's a weird thing to convert to (to leave out information) but you will find that doing so makes a story more powerful in the way it captures it's audience.
Ahhh, this was great. You must write more so that I can read in awe as your ideas come to life!
This almost makes me want to join you in this Halloween short story extravaganza. o3o' I feel quite inspired.
Please add me to the fan list! :'D
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Post by ⁻ ⁻ ☾ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ on Oct 27, 2016 0:51:45 GMT -5
Oooooh, I love this concept. You know me and my weird love of dark stories, but this is truly a clever take on madness while giving the reader a hint at a possible mass possession of the main character's clan, or maybe a possession of Softwhisker herself who slowly sees the clan this way because of it. I really enjoyed the decent you pulled me into at the start, I felt myself about to dive into a spooky story. The main character too had a strong voice and mind of her own, even if her mind seemed broken and unsettled. You pulled it off almost effortlessly! And the end was very juicy. A great finale to a short plot! I did feel a few things felt forced or awkward, but they were mainly hiccups in your writing style and sentence structure. I also felt that at the start you gave unnecessary information about the main character that could have been left out since it didn't serve the plot and broke the trance you had me in when the story started. It's a weird thing to convert to (to leave out information) but you will find that doing so makes a story more powerful in the way it captures it's audience. Ahhh, this was great. You must write more so that I can read in awe as your ideas come to life! This almost makes me want to join you in this Halloween short story extravaganza. o3o' I feel quite inspired. Please add me to the fan list! :'D Blast it! That's the family part, right? Darn, I forgot to cut that out! Her brothers were supposed to play a part in the story, but i changed my mind halfway through, and forgot to delete that part before publishing it here >;o I should hire you as a proofreader for my future fanfics on here, Shadow xDDD you got dem sharp eyes |
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 27, 2016 14:55:13 GMT -5
That makes sense! That's why it felt so weird. x'D Well, hey! I'm glad I caught it for you.
I wish my eyes were that sharp for my own stories, lol.
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Post by ⁻ ⁻ ☾ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ on Oct 27, 2016 19:58:51 GMT -5
Woo! Actually 'It Followed Me' is probably the one-shot I'm least proud of xD Even though I really liked the characters and stuff, I had to really condense it because of how long it would have been. I had to cut out another one-shot for the two-parts, as is. I am not proud of how these turned out, but I'm showing them anyway xDD
Looking at the bright side, I learn from my mistakes. o3o
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