Eaglepaw stumbled backward, bumping into Fogpaw. The she-cat stepped closer, tail streaming out in front of her kit. The orange little one ducked under it, eyes wide with fear. Fogpaw took one tiny step forward, tail lashing.
"Who are you?" he called, eyes a bit softer. The queen eyed him, clicking her jaw. The orange kit under her tail pressed forward, eyes shining.
The dark gray she-cat was muscled and broad shoulders. Her jaw was defined, and her coat seemed dripping wet and tangled. When was the last time she groomed? Eaglepaw took and quick step back, eyes scanning the disheveled she-cat once more.
"L-Leave...Leave us awone!" the kit stammered in his high-pitched voice, shuddering, "Lweave mommy awone!" His blabbering only got worse as a more panic dawned over him. Fogpaw stepped back, tail high and lashing.
"Peakclan," Eaglepaw gulped, fur prickling half in fear and half in anger. Fogpaw glared at him crossly.
"That doesn't matter. She's a queen. He's a kit."
"A Peakclan kit!" Eaglepaw scoffed, eyes flicking to the gray tom next to him, "The code says to challenge any cat trespassing, even if it's some..." Eaglepaw broke off as the queen stepped forward again. Her tail tucked neatly under her legs, curling around her stomach. The molly's ears pin back against her skull, making her head flat and round. Eaglepaw stepped backward once more.
"Leave us," the queen growled, tail lashing once, "We're only passing through." Eaglepaw froze as the she-cat stepped forward, teeth glimmering. Her muscles rippled under her skin and thick fur, her hind leg ones most prominent. The molly's shoulders were second, broad and powerful-looking. Definitely Peakclan. Eaglepaw shuddered, waiting for Hawkfur to skirt to a stop in front of the queen, and to his rescue. But he didn't.
The queen only came closer, eyes glazed over and desperate. "Let us through. I-" The she-cat wheezed, coughing once. Fogpaw reeled back, tail lashing and teeth bared. Eaglepaw squared his shoulders, ready to pounce, to back up the cat he thought was closest to a brother to him. The black queen paused, her throat making awful noises. Wheezes, cut-short squeaking, quiet screeches. Eaglepaw winced.
The she-cat had to be sick, but the kit seemed fine. Fogpaw glanced at Eaglepaw, and they both nodded, as if understanding. It was a matter of time before the kit fell ill, too young, with an uneducated queen. Eaglepaw's stomach flipped. Fogpaw looked determined.
"I... We... Can't... Where are you going exactly?" He prodded loudly, or at least loud enough. The queen's lip curled, tail lashing. She opened her mouth to argue, but instead hacked out a cough. The orange kit cowered a bit. Eaglepaw looked expectantly at Fogpaw. Keep talking!
Fogpaw stammered out a few more words. "Is the kit yours?" Wrong words! Eaglepaw scolded internally. The kit scampered under his mother, out of view. Eaglepaw sighed, tail lashing. "Are you sick? We can help." He tried gently.
"L-Leave us alone! I don't need your herbs, or whatever you loners have to offer," the dark-furred queen scoffed, "Leave us alone!" Fogpaw seemingly snapped.
"Shut up, you brainless toad! No, we won't!" he shouted, advancing forward, "We're trying to help, dummy! Don't you understand? You'll send that kit to his death, you get it? Death!" The queen seemed shell shocked, frozen with her eyes wide. Eaglepaw was surprised, but not shocked. He silently prayed that the warriors would show up soon.
"My...My kit is fine, shut your muzzle," the she-cat rasped, pain evident in her voice. She was done, it was clear. The dark furred cat leaned down and plucked the small kit from the ground, scurrying back towards her own border.
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Eagleflight's Battle
Fanfiction(Story is being re-written, so some parts are worse than others) Ever since Eagleflight's friend dies in his kit-hood, nightmares have been rocking every slumber. It only gets worse when Eagleflight goes into battle, getting seriously hurt in the pr...
