Warriors: New Beginnings

Chapter 2

Warning: Gore, kidnapping, murder, animal death, sedation, ect

Cherrykit cried, scared. She backed away from a Shadowclan warrior, just to crash into two cats fighting to the death. Both parties were dying, but the evil Shadowclan was sadly winning this dreadful and scary war. Loud hisses and yowls of fighting clan cats echoed the air as a huge dark steamy cloud covered the bright, hot morning sun. "S-Shadowclan has invaded Thunderclan!" Yowled Bluestar, getting ready to defend her cats. A big grey tom lunged at Bluestar, jumping on her and biting her, but she managed to shake him off, clawing his throat out. She hissed louder, shaking as her shoulder throbbed, warm scarlet blood dribbling down. Fighting was in the air as cats were being killed left and right. Bluestar was just about to give a battle command, when three large tabby cats jumped on the Thunderclan leader, tumbling in a ball of fur, claws, and teeth. And just like that, the blue she-cat leader was mangled beyond repair. Cherrykit waited for Bluestar to open her eyes, but she didn't. She was too injured to come back, all her lives stripped away from her. The kits and apprentices were cornered in the nursery by four Shadowclan warriors. Cherrykit hissed, and clawed the eye of the biggest cat, making her hiss as she went half-blind. Cherrykit purred in success, when more Shadowclan cats stepped forward, lunging at the kits and apprentices, killing the queens and knocking out the kits and apprentices. "P-Please let us go! W-W-We did...nothing-" Spottedpaw cried before she was pinned by two warriors, defeated. The very last thing Cherrykit saw was Mosspaw running into the forest when the  cats were distracted, but then a warrior chased after her out of sight. She could hear Whiteclaw, the deputy, being mauled by cats. But then a Shadowclan warrior grabbed her by the back, biting into her spine as she was shook then thrown against the wall. Cherrykit whimpered and collapsed, weakly grasping at the air as she felt hot, sticky blood soaking into her fur, vision clouding as two warriors grabbed her by the arms, biting down onto her limbs, knocking her out as sharp pains echoed through her weak body, the kit going limp as she and the other kits and apprentices were carried away. Today was supposed to be her special day, but now it was an absolute nightmare. Her body hurt like nothing before, she was scared, and she could horribly see the terrifyingly  limp, cold body of her mother, guts slit open, eyes gouged out. And just like that, she was gone, spiraling into an abyss of darkness and misery. Time passed, hours maybe, of floating around in that cold, dark, painful limbo of defeat and dread. Cherrykit moaned in pain, slowly coming to her senses as she slowly, ever so carefully opened her heterochromia eyes. *Starclan, p-p-please tell me...ow...I'm dreaming! None of this c-can be real...right?* The kit thought meekly, trying to get up, but for some reason she was stuck. Her vision unblurring, Cherrykit realized she was in an old fox den in a pine forest. Trying to move again, the poor, injured kit realized the horrid truth. *Those foxhearts tied me up with vines!* She thought to herself, screaming in her mind as she let out a small whine, which turned into a whimper, until she was crying for help. "I..I w-w-w-wanna go...h-home!...help...a-a-anybody? H-Helpppppp." She wailed. Her back and arms hurt so bad, a stinging, burning pain deep in her bones. Her neck, waist, chest, tail, muzzle, and legs were tied by thick, sharp, thorny vines, rendering her immobile, and in pain. She cried, before  a black and white Shadowclan warrior guarding the den realized she was awake and force fed her a pint of poppyseeds. Cherrykit tried to fight against the powerful sedative, but it was too late, and she was knocked out cold, spiraling back into the horrible, spooky, wet abyss. Cherrykit felt like she was going to die, and for all she knew, she might be executed when she woke up. *Starclan,* She thought to herself in one last prayer. *Save me!* And once again, the she-cat was unconscious.