Post by ⁻ ⁻ ☾ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ on Aug 28, 2017 23:04:20 GMT -5
Hello! I finally decided to toss my hat into the ring of Warriors Fanfiction! After being mentored by the truly amazing » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ , I have decided to post my very first warriors fanfiction! Well, it's more of a one-shot, really...
TRIGGER WARNING :: WAIT! Before you read, please know that this one-shot features blood, stalking, references to serial-killing, and murder/death. Do not read if you are bothered or triggered by any of these things!!!
The sun had set some time ago. The long shadows had since faded into silhouettes, darkened shadows against the dim moonlight. The only noise was the shiver of the foliage, stirred by the soft midnight breeze, laced with a chill that promised an early leafbare. Creatures of the day had long since gone back to their nests to rest. But she had never truly been of the light. The sun had never been in her favor. No, it had always been against her. It made it too easy for her prey to see her coming. That was her only disadvantage. She always came prepared, rolling in a patch of mud or wet ferns to hide her scent, slithering across the ground silently. They rarely heard her coming. Those who did, well, they didn’t have time to shout a warning before they were on the ground, blood pooling below them. She tried to always be clean, but sometimes it was impossible to avoid a messy kill. Blood was a dead giveaway, the others would always know what had happened. Then they would search for the body. But she was careful. Moving them to a quiet area in the woods, cleaning them of any evidence. They had no idea.
There. Her ears pricked as she heard a whispering among the trees, rapid pawsteps and the sounds of youthful laughter. He used to laugh like that… so gentle, so carefree… so full of life. They soon wouldn’t be. Soon, she saw a cat emerge into the clearing she had been stalking. Quietly hidden in path of bracken and ferns, her eyes narrowed as she recognized her current target. Lean muscles rippled under a dark grey tabby coat. His icy blue eyes shimmered with fun and joy, following the movements of a cream-and-white tabby she-cat who was just a few steps behind. Pikestripe… and it seems he’s gotten himself a little mate-to-be. How lovely. She thought bitterly, her mind racing with what she was about to do. She had never taken down two cats before, this would be fun…
“Pikestripe! Stop that!” The she-cat squealed as the dark tom began nuzzling and nibbling her ear, tickling her with his feathery whiskers. She tried to get away, hopping a few steps to her left and playfully getting into a low battle stance.
“Oh-ho-ho! Think you can get away that easily, Roseblossom?” He pounced forward, landing right in front of her as their eyes locked. They both reared back and began wrestling with their forelegs, falling down into a pile of leaves on the forest floor. They laughed and Roseblossom lept up, running into the treeline.
“Can’t catch me!” She yelled over her shoulder as she sprinted past the exact patch of undergrowth being used as a hiding spot. This is my chance. Now! She only had this short window while Roseblossom was out of view. Swiftly, before the younger she-cat had time to react, she fell to the ground. Her neck had been broken. She laid lifeless in a patch of daisies. How fitting. She glared down at the helpless body, one that had been alive and full of happiness only a few heartbeats ago. It was tragic, really. She didn’t turn when she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and a sharp gasp followed by a horrified shriek.
“Roseblossom! No, no, no!” She turned around slowly, her unblinking gaze meeting his wide eyes. Eyes. They were strange things. They were such a small part of the body, when one thinks about it. Yet they can betray so much. ‘Windows of the soul’ may not be an accurate description, they were much more fitting as windows to one’s emotions. And Pikestripe’s were flashing with many. First, despair. Then shock, realization washing over him as he recognized the she-cat standing over the body. Then anger. “How dare you?” He hissed, ears flattening as his face took on a disgusted and rage-filled snarl. He was bristling, hackles raised as he took on a battle stance. But, once she looked closer, she saw it. His legs were trembling, joints weak with internal turmoil of intense emotion. He couldn’t fight, at least not as good as usual. What a disappointment. I was hoping for some excitement.
“Pikestripe. How lovely of you to show up.” She took a step forward, acting as if she had just crushed a bug rather than killed a cat. Cold, calculating, and completely composed. “Just a few moments too late, it appears.” She added, stealing a glance behind her. Satisfaction bloomed within her silently as he let out a furious hiss.
“I’ll-I’ll kill you! You deserve death for all you’ve done to RiverClan!” He spat angrily in her face, but still hesitated.
“Really now?” She purred, her voice betraying amusement. She pushed the limits by brushing her tail under his chin as she walked past him. “Do you really think it’s undeserved?” She whispered into his ear, her voice laced with malice. He shot her a look of anger, but his eyes told another story. One of curiosity. So she continued, “Why do you think I would go through all this trouble to murder cats I don't know? Me, a simple rogue? I have no quarrel with Clan cats.” Her calm demeanor was broken as she spat out the words ‘clan cats’. Her low voice dripped with venom, and it made him clearly wince.
“Then… why?” He murmured, almost as if it was a question for his ears only. She responded by kicking the legs out from under him, flipping him over as she pinned him down. He looked up as her paw pressed to his throat, claws prodding his tender skin. He didn’t dare wriggle or fight, he knew he would end up just like Roseblossom if he did. It wasn’t hard enough to choke him nor kill him. No, she wanted him to live long enough to hear this.
“You wild cats are the reason my son is dead! It’s your fault!” She shrieked, finally losing the cool she had held for so long. Frantically, words began spilling from her mouth as her grip tightened on the smaller tom. “He was so smart and kind! He didn’t deserve this! My little Reed would still be alive if it wasn’t for you!”
“Wait, you mean Reedtail? It was an acci-” She stopped him by putting more pressure on his throat, he let out a small squeak as his windpipe was cut off momentarily.
“He was the perfect son before he met you lot! Going on and on about your precious warrior code, and the values of Clan life, and the ridiculous kitten tale of StarClan,” She spat in his face, hysterical at this point, “And he actually believed you. He thought joining RiverClan would make him happy, but all it’s done is send him off to his death!” She paused for a moment, her expression blank as she scanned Pikestripe’s face and features for something. She slowly leaned closer to him, until he could feel her hot breath on his face. Quietly, she whispered, “And I’m going to make sure your entire Clan pays for what you have done.” He began struggling against her, kicking up at her thickly-furred belly in vain.
“My father will never allow it! He’ll be searching the whole territory and beyond once he realizes I’m missing! They’ll find you!” Pikestripe hissed and spat, but all she did was narrow her eyes.
“Yes. I am fully aware.” She replied quietly, before lifting a paw. The sharp claws shone against the moonlight as she prepared to deliver the final blow.
“It wasn’t our fault Reedtail drowned! Please!” A desperate plea burst from Pikestripe’s throat a heartbeat before it was torn open, blood gushing from it. A weak gurgling sound emerged from him as his eyes began to grow dim. She simply stared down at her victim with a cold, unforgiving stare as he took his final breaths. When his body finally stopped moving, she got off him and made sure her fur was between his claws. She didn’t bother removing her scent from the bodies. Ripplestar would finally have a lead on finding the killer that had been plaguing his Clan. She had finally taken the thing that he had taken from her. Nothing else mattered now. She made sure to leave as much of her scent behind as possible, a clear trail back to the small cave she had been living in. There was no way he would miss it. Ripplestar would come. He would come. And when he did, she was ready.
[ Whew! That was a doozy! But very fun to write! I'm probably very, very rusty since I haven't really written anything like this for a long time! Please tell me what you thought, and constructive criticism is very much appreciated! c: Thanks! - Wolf ]
TRIGGER WARNING :: WAIT! Before you read, please know that this one-shot features blood, stalking, references to serial-killing, and murder/death. Do not read if you are bothered or triggered by any of these things!!!
The sun had set some time ago. The long shadows had since faded into silhouettes, darkened shadows against the dim moonlight. The only noise was the shiver of the foliage, stirred by the soft midnight breeze, laced with a chill that promised an early leafbare. Creatures of the day had long since gone back to their nests to rest. But she had never truly been of the light. The sun had never been in her favor. No, it had always been against her. It made it too easy for her prey to see her coming. That was her only disadvantage. She always came prepared, rolling in a patch of mud or wet ferns to hide her scent, slithering across the ground silently. They rarely heard her coming. Those who did, well, they didn’t have time to shout a warning before they were on the ground, blood pooling below them. She tried to always be clean, but sometimes it was impossible to avoid a messy kill. Blood was a dead giveaway, the others would always know what had happened. Then they would search for the body. But she was careful. Moving them to a quiet area in the woods, cleaning them of any evidence. They had no idea.
There. Her ears pricked as she heard a whispering among the trees, rapid pawsteps and the sounds of youthful laughter. He used to laugh like that… so gentle, so carefree… so full of life. They soon wouldn’t be. Soon, she saw a cat emerge into the clearing she had been stalking. Quietly hidden in path of bracken and ferns, her eyes narrowed as she recognized her current target. Lean muscles rippled under a dark grey tabby coat. His icy blue eyes shimmered with fun and joy, following the movements of a cream-and-white tabby she-cat who was just a few steps behind. Pikestripe… and it seems he’s gotten himself a little mate-to-be. How lovely. She thought bitterly, her mind racing with what she was about to do. She had never taken down two cats before, this would be fun…
“Pikestripe! Stop that!” The she-cat squealed as the dark tom began nuzzling and nibbling her ear, tickling her with his feathery whiskers. She tried to get away, hopping a few steps to her left and playfully getting into a low battle stance.
“Oh-ho-ho! Think you can get away that easily, Roseblossom?” He pounced forward, landing right in front of her as their eyes locked. They both reared back and began wrestling with their forelegs, falling down into a pile of leaves on the forest floor. They laughed and Roseblossom lept up, running into the treeline.
“Can’t catch me!” She yelled over her shoulder as she sprinted past the exact patch of undergrowth being used as a hiding spot. This is my chance. Now! She only had this short window while Roseblossom was out of view. Swiftly, before the younger she-cat had time to react, she fell to the ground. Her neck had been broken. She laid lifeless in a patch of daisies. How fitting. She glared down at the helpless body, one that had been alive and full of happiness only a few heartbeats ago. It was tragic, really. She didn’t turn when she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and a sharp gasp followed by a horrified shriek.
“Roseblossom! No, no, no!” She turned around slowly, her unblinking gaze meeting his wide eyes. Eyes. They were strange things. They were such a small part of the body, when one thinks about it. Yet they can betray so much. ‘Windows of the soul’ may not be an accurate description, they were much more fitting as windows to one’s emotions. And Pikestripe’s were flashing with many. First, despair. Then shock, realization washing over him as he recognized the she-cat standing over the body. Then anger. “How dare you?” He hissed, ears flattening as his face took on a disgusted and rage-filled snarl. He was bristling, hackles raised as he took on a battle stance. But, once she looked closer, she saw it. His legs were trembling, joints weak with internal turmoil of intense emotion. He couldn’t fight, at least not as good as usual. What a disappointment. I was hoping for some excitement.
“Pikestripe. How lovely of you to show up.” She took a step forward, acting as if she had just crushed a bug rather than killed a cat. Cold, calculating, and completely composed. “Just a few moments too late, it appears.” She added, stealing a glance behind her. Satisfaction bloomed within her silently as he let out a furious hiss.
“I’ll-I’ll kill you! You deserve death for all you’ve done to RiverClan!” He spat angrily in her face, but still hesitated.
“Really now?” She purred, her voice betraying amusement. She pushed the limits by brushing her tail under his chin as she walked past him. “Do you really think it’s undeserved?” She whispered into his ear, her voice laced with malice. He shot her a look of anger, but his eyes told another story. One of curiosity. So she continued, “Why do you think I would go through all this trouble to murder cats I don't know? Me, a simple rogue? I have no quarrel with Clan cats.” Her calm demeanor was broken as she spat out the words ‘clan cats’. Her low voice dripped with venom, and it made him clearly wince.
“Then… why?” He murmured, almost as if it was a question for his ears only. She responded by kicking the legs out from under him, flipping him over as she pinned him down. He looked up as her paw pressed to his throat, claws prodding his tender skin. He didn’t dare wriggle or fight, he knew he would end up just like Roseblossom if he did. It wasn’t hard enough to choke him nor kill him. No, she wanted him to live long enough to hear this.
“You wild cats are the reason my son is dead! It’s your fault!” She shrieked, finally losing the cool she had held for so long. Frantically, words began spilling from her mouth as her grip tightened on the smaller tom. “He was so smart and kind! He didn’t deserve this! My little Reed would still be alive if it wasn’t for you!”
“Wait, you mean Reedtail? It was an acci-” She stopped him by putting more pressure on his throat, he let out a small squeak as his windpipe was cut off momentarily.
“He was the perfect son before he met you lot! Going on and on about your precious warrior code, and the values of Clan life, and the ridiculous kitten tale of StarClan,” She spat in his face, hysterical at this point, “And he actually believed you. He thought joining RiverClan would make him happy, but all it’s done is send him off to his death!” She paused for a moment, her expression blank as she scanned Pikestripe’s face and features for something. She slowly leaned closer to him, until he could feel her hot breath on his face. Quietly, she whispered, “And I’m going to make sure your entire Clan pays for what you have done.” He began struggling against her, kicking up at her thickly-furred belly in vain.
“My father will never allow it! He’ll be searching the whole territory and beyond once he realizes I’m missing! They’ll find you!” Pikestripe hissed and spat, but all she did was narrow her eyes.
“Yes. I am fully aware.” She replied quietly, before lifting a paw. The sharp claws shone against the moonlight as she prepared to deliver the final blow.
“It wasn’t our fault Reedtail drowned! Please!” A desperate plea burst from Pikestripe’s throat a heartbeat before it was torn open, blood gushing from it. A weak gurgling sound emerged from him as his eyes began to grow dim. She simply stared down at her victim with a cold, unforgiving stare as he took his final breaths. When his body finally stopped moving, she got off him and made sure her fur was between his claws. She didn’t bother removing her scent from the bodies. Ripplestar would finally have a lead on finding the killer that had been plaguing his Clan. She had finally taken the thing that he had taken from her. Nothing else mattered now. She made sure to leave as much of her scent behind as possible, a clear trail back to the small cave she had been living in. There was no way he would miss it. Ripplestar would come. He would come. And when he did, she was ready.
[ Whew! That was a doozy! But very fun to write! I'm probably very, very rusty since I haven't really written anything like this for a long time! Please tell me what you thought, and constructive criticism is very much appreciated! c: Thanks! - Wolf ]
Which will be made easier since I am currently eating a slice of chocolate creme pie that is chock full of sugar!