Stories I never fukin finished

four

Leechstorm let a shaky sigh escape her jaws, her sunken, hooded eyes that glittered a beautiful copper in the moonlight focused onto the stream that licked and raced below her paws. A frown crossed her face, a single tear falling from her eyes and into the water below. Her claws unsheathed and her arm slashed at the water in anger and emotional pain. Her deep, rage-filled voice came out in a harsh and gruff devastated yell; ''I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU, STARCLAN!''. Her fur prickled, hot and rippling as the deputy tensed her muscular body. Tears fell from her angry eyes like rain from clouds, her voice breaking and sounding like low thunder. She gazed up at the stars twinkling above, expecting some form of answer for all of the pain they had caused to her.

''I LET MY BEST FRIEND DIE FOR THE CODE. MY FATHER FOLLOWED THE CODE UNTIL HIS DEMISE. YOU'VE TAKEN EVERYONE I LOVED-'' Leechstorm took a deep breath, holding back a sob as she blinked the tears from her eyes. ''YET YOU SEND A BLOODTHIRSY BEAST INTO MY HOME. YOU LET IT KILL TOO MANY CATS. ARE YOU THAT SINISTER!?'' She yowled in devastation, wobbly figure falling to the ground and sobbing. ''You let Eveningstar kill my beloved Swiftpaw.'' She managed to miaow.

Tucking her head into her fur, muffling her cries. She was usually seen as a strong, determined figure. The deputy usually only let her clan see that side, but to be honest, she usually had moral conflicts and emotional turmoil daily. Everyone wished to be in her position- but they didn't really know what she'd been through to get her rank in the clan. She had to be strong for them. She had to. Her betrayed eyes gazed up at the stars one last time before she stood, head hung low and tail dragging as she slowly made her way back to her camp. Leechstorm muttered sadly to herself, hopping across the stream and padding into camp. She looked around at all of the broken things- the destroyed nursery and the queens covering themselves in what remained of the moss nests for warmth. The poor apprentice Cukoopaw, settled beside a patch of fur, sobbing. Swiftpaw was his friend. And now he was gone. She felt so, so bad for not having been strong enough to defend them all. Leopardkit seemed to be hidden, which was good, to an extent.

She cast a glance at what remained of the apprentice's den, which looked like nothing more than a few rocks, bark, moss shreds and leaves. If she hadn't dug herself a hole of being confident in making sure everything would be okay-- she would've burst into tears right then and there. The savannah's forests were unforgiving. Antelope weren't like smaller animals- they could kill in one blow to the head. She knew that from the many deaths caused by the one that rampaged through WoodClan camp- but not before eating and demolishing a few dens. Leechstorm looked at her paws, hiding her sadness and covering it with a huff. She padded into the remains of the warrior's den, receiving hopeless looks from some of the cats that couldn't sleep. The den had no cover, chewed up by the antelope. She frowned to herself before curling up in her dry moss nest, tucking her tail into her mostly black body. Copper orbs scanned the room for a moment before the deputy tucked her head into her body and began to rest.

She was tossed into a white landscape, pale white skies and glowing grass. There were few trees and it was warm. She looked around for a moment before realising she'd been here before. Was she being punished, or something? Leechstorm whipped her head around to look at where someone usually watched her- but no. They were the other direction. ''I'm right here, deputy.'' They seemed to sassily mew. The black ticked molly turned around, looking at the StarClanner. She padded toward them, her hooded eyes making her look annoyed while she did so. Sitting before them, she parted her jaws to speak before being shushed by the StarClanner. They had pitch black fur and orange eyes- not like anyone she knew. ''I've been sent here to talk about your little vent to StarClan. We didn't send the beast. I, personally, don't mind. However, the spirits happen to be very angry with your choice of words.'' She gave a glare.