Thunder and Lightning

Chapter 2: Is This A Blood Sacrifice Or Are You Just Really Weird?

Hello everyone! New chapter here! Sorry it's so short, but I wanted to get something out quick. I would have made it longer but I'm a big fan of the dramatic endings.

Is This A Blood Sacrifice Or Are You Just Really Weird?

Foxkit stares at me with a heavily annoyed look on her face. "What?" I ask, "It's not my fault we're cleaning the dirt place!"

Foxkit coughs. "Uh... Did you forget? YES IT IS DOOFUS!" I turn away from Foxkit, and kick some 'dirt' on her. I snicker under my breath, but I know she hears it. Foxkit jumps in the dirt, and some gets in my mouth.

"AGGHH, NOT COOL." Now it's Foxkit's turn to snicker. I frown, and tackle her, bathing us both in dirt. Of course THAT's when Sparkdapple decides to show up. Couldn't have been five minutes earlier when we weren't both completely covered in dirt?

"LIGHTNINGKIT. FOXKIT. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" I groan, and wonder what punishment will be added on to our already disgusting punishment.

"Well, Mom, what did you want us to do? The dirt just composts anyway! The only thing it's useful for is to get us covered in dirt!"

Now Mom's snickering. StarClan this is embarrassing. Now she's laughing. Ooh, it turns into a full fledged cackle. I kick dirt on her face and run out through the dirt place, heading to the edge of our territory.

I sigh when I get there. I'm six moons today. The dirt isn't even the worst punishment. The WORST punishment is my apprentice ceremony getting pushed back two moons. STUPID, BRATTY little Cloudkit is gonna be an apprentice before me.

"She's ready. GET HER!" It's that voice again. Am I imagining things?

"Who are y-" Annnnnd everything's black. I wake up. I can't tell how much later, but I know I was out for a while. I'm in some sort of weird material. It's scrunched up on one end, and I can see a small ray of moonlight shining in. I work to riggle my way out, but I'm having trouble fitting through. But I can see out now.

Three cats are standing in a weird triangular pattern, with little flaming cylinders. They poke themselves with something that looks like a silver twig, and begin chanting in a language I don't know. Blood drops to the ground from where they poked themselves. Why would they make themselves bleed?

Now the real weirdness starts. Their legs become long and lanky, their snouts shorten, and their fur disappears. They. Are. Twolegs. I blink, not sure if I'm seeing things. I blink again and shake my head. I bite myself. It hurts. I don't think I'm dreaming...

"Hey, you, uh, chantey guys, how's life? What's the chanting about? You know it's really freaky right?" The Twolegs turn and stare at me and chills roll down my spine. Then they turn back to their... blood sacrifice? And chant louder.

They raise their heads to the sky, and a massive amount of weird purple light comes down to the earth, right in the middle of their weird triangle. One comes and picks up my bag. It takes me out of the bag. And it sets me down right in the middle of the weird purple light.