A Loner's Tale | Warrior Cat Fan Fiction

|~ Chapter 9 ~|

Caellium bolted out of the barn with a slightly terrified slightly; "I'm fine," expression. Iron leaped from behind her, attempting to pin her, but Caellium skidded against the dirt. Iron tumbled over her, she needed to duck in order to avoid the she-cat. Caellium flicked her tail, surprised at her own agility. ThronStrike was frighteningly close, he unsheathed his claws and she yelped. She didnt know what to do exactly, but she uncsheathed her own claws, digging into the dirt and clenching her jaw. "I cant do anything without being hunted by these two." Caellium mumbled under her breath, she yelped as a claw raced passed her, so quickly she felt the air in front of her move. She toppled backwards, landing in a very awkward position with an annoyed expression. "Stay away from my kit!" A very familiar and antagonised voice boomed from behind me. "He came over to me! I swear!" Caellium hissed, turning around, but not fast enough to avoid the slash of claws that awaited her. She scowled, glaring at Iron. She clearly wasn't going to listen to reasoning so Caellium debated her options in her head, looking around with a lash of her tail, she realised, she was cornered. There was a wall to her left, ThronStrike was behind her, and Iron was infront, if she ran right she'd eventually have to run or leap across the fence, which was not a good idea, mainly because Wind Clan had patrols to and fro around there. Glancing upwards Caellium spotted the roof of the storage centre for the barn, despite being abandoned no one really knew, or cared that it was there. She started looking around drastically, "Oh, scared are we?" Iron teased her slyly, her voice was alluring, calling for her with a honey coaxed tone. "Why would I be scared of you?" Caellium looked over her shoulder to ThornStike, "A Petty tom that even the clans didn't want?-" She turned back to Iron "-And a selfish mother with a heart so cold even RiverClan would never ba able to catch a fish through its icy waters?" Both their eyes widened, they stole shocked and hurt glances at each other. Caellium has only ever been nice, loyal, submissive even, this was a whole new side of her. She smiled, chuckling, the empty sound filling the now thick air, she was done. She was sick of being chased around by these two. feeling a pang of guilt for using such a harsh tone, but it was needed, she felt ThornStike seemingly shrink back into his fur as Iron glared at me, the rage was clear, and refused to die down. Caellium returned the glare, "If you don't mind." she snapped, "I have places to be." She growled, the same tone was used, she glanced around yet again at the now seemingly unsure cats. Before bounding to the roof of the storage barn, climbing up the wooden... Grate? That was leaned against the actual barn.

It took an agonisingly painful while before Iron and ThronStrike gave up, they walked off. Only after sending a few... Million insults, some of them, (SOME) hit home. But Caellium refused to believe them, she turned her head away stubbornly, by the time she looked back the duo had disappeared. Sighing, she leaped back onto the wooden grate, skidding down to the ground and landing with a light thud, she was pretty good at climbing, considering she'd never really done it before. Sighing once ore Caellium shook her fur out, as if she were wet, the fur that was sticking out, ruffled and blood covered, was now flat (ish), still ruffled, probably even more than before, and some of the blood had gone. She kept her ears timid, it was more comfortable, Caellium padded over to the boxes again, leaping over the fence and into WindClan territory.