(on hold) 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 || warrior cats fanfiction

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦

(The pic above is Mothpaw! Except she has light amber eyes instead of blue ;-;)

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Mothkit felt teeth in her scruff, but she couldn't recognize the scent. It smelled a lot like her father, but she couldn't tell. Her eyes stayed shut as she felt her sister, Cloverkit, close by, held by another unrecognizable cat. Almost as soon as she was picked up, she felt herself on the ground, a tail wrapped around her and her sister, and a soft tom voice saying, "We're home now, kits."

Mothpaw woke up to the sound of light snoring. She looked over her shoulder and saw her sister, Cloverpaw, sleeping with her belly up. Mothpaw gave her a light shove with a forepaw before padding out of the den.

There's the flashback again, she thought, taking a small shrew from the fresh-kill pile. I already know who my father is, but why do I keep getting that dream? Cloverpaw finally showed up, her fur messy and unkempt from tossing and turning all night. No cat in the den could get a wink of sleep!

"Hey there, sleepy mouse. How was scaring all the prey from here to Four-Rocks last night?" Mothpaw teased.

"I'm still tired," Cloverpaw admitted, sitting down next to her sister.

"Really? That's surprising." Sarcasm lined Mothpaw's mew. The two shared a plump rabbit before they tried to smooth down Cloverpaw's bushy fur. They did so for a few minutes before a small brown she-cat and a big tortoiseshell came their way.

"Woah! You're trying to become a rat's nest, huh Cloverpaw?" The tortoiseshell teased. Cloverpaw's fur grew hot with embarrassment.

"No, Hawkleaf.." She mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact. "I-I just had another dream.."

"Again? Great StarClan, these dreams are getting more and more frequent. Are you sure you don't want to talk to me or Grayflower about it?"

"I'm sure.."

Hawkleaf shook it off, flicking her tail. "Anyways, we're going to explore the territory today. Fawncliff, if you may."

The smaller brown she-cat started walking away in the opposite direction, towards the camp entrance. "Come on, if we get done fast enough, maybe we'll give you some time to practice your hunter's crouch."

The four walked away from DuskClan camp and towards a large metal monster. The front bumper was half ripped off, the windows were all shattered, the tires were flat, and the doors were all torn off. Mothpaw felt an overwhelming sensation just staring at the monster.

"This is the sleeping monster," Fawncliff explained, pointing to it with a paw. "It hasn't moved as long as any cat can remember. Ask Pebblefur or Nettlefoot when we get back. I'm sure either one of them will say something like, 'It's been that way since I was a 'paw.'"

"It-it's so big," Mothpaw stammered. "I feel afraid just standing here."

"No need to worry," Hawkleaf reassured. "It's probably dead and abandoned. No Twolegs have been here since forever. Anyways, let's head over to the next landmark."

They walked for about two-and-a-half tree-lengths before Mothpaw scented smoke. It was nearly leaf-fall, how did a fire start in this cool weather? Luckily, there wasn't a fire. It was just a charred, fallen tree with many different plants growing on the edges. A few small insects crawled against the burnt wood.

"This is called the Fallen Ash. It's an ash tree - obviously - that got struck by lightning long ago. At least that's what Pebblefur told me. He said that the tree caused a deadly fire, which killed many cats." Hawkleaf purred, a slight wheeze in her voice.