Hermitclan's Stories (A Hermitcraft x Warrior Cats AU)

Doomstar's Littermate

CCs used:

Xisuma=Doomkit/Doompaw/Doomstar
EX=Evilkit/Evilpaw/Evilsong/Evildoom
Hypnotizd=Hypnotide
xBCrafted=Axe
Pungence=Pungentkit/Pungentdragon
GenerikB=Hermitstar
Joehills=Joehill
Jessassin=Jessstrike
PythonGB=Pythontrail
Pearl
Cleo
Scar
Welsknight=Wellkit/Wellnight

Any other characters mentioned are OCs.

Doomkit and Evilkit. Those were the names that their mother, Tragicfall, decided on before the kits were suddenly alone in the nursery. The dark brown and red mother left no trace of her being there other than her two sons, and with so few cats in the clan, it was through the effort of their warriors that the kits were taken care of.

Luckily, despite the difficulties, the kits made it to their apprenticeship, and were on their way to becoming warriors. Doompaw could practically smell the end of his training, or maybe that was just the fat rabbit he caught, who knows. Evilpaw walked beside him, also with his own load of caught prey, as their mentors, Hermitstar and Snakebite respectively, led them back to camp.

The middle of newleaf was a great time to be out of camp, especially after a harsh leaf-bare. The wind was cool, and the weather was just warm enough to soak into their fur. As soon as they could see the HermitClan camp in the distance, Evilpaw nudged his littermate's shoulder.

"Race ya!" The red and grey cat challenged before bolting ahead of the patrol. Doompaw let out a "Hey!" as he too broke into a run. Evilpaw was great at short sprints, being much faster than Doompaw at first, but unlike Doompaw, he ran out of breath easily. By the time they got to the edge of camp, they were side by side, but Doompaw stood proudly on the grass while Evilpaw panted.

"You... suck..." Evilpaw said in between breaths.

"You started it," Doompaw said.

Evilpaw looked down into camp and suddenly smiled. "Hey, what's down there?"

When Doompaw stood up and peaked over the edge, Evilpaw promptly tackled him and sent them both tumbling down into the base. Once they reached the bottom, they shared a laugh.

"Okay, now you suck!" Doompaw exclaimed, playfully pushing his brother off of him. Evilpaw laughed for so long that he didn't notice Doompaw walking over to the fresh-kill pile with both of their caught prey in his mouth.

"Hey! Those were my mice!" Evilpaw called once he noticed, sprinting over to Doompaw. Doompaw chuckled.

"You snooze, you lose!" He said, placing the prey into the pile. Before Evilpaw could enact another bit of revenge, a black tabby caped cat walked by and noticed them.

"Hey, you two!" Hypnotide greeted. He wasn't much older than the apprentices, being apart by less than a moon, but that was still plenty of time to be dawned a warrior before them. Even so, the three were close friends.

"What're you doing in so early?" Evilpaw asked. "Didn't Snakebite assign you to a patrol? Or do you get "my mom's the deputy" benefits?"

"Actually, I get assigned to worse things because my mom's the deputy." Hypnotide said, a hint of playful sarcasm in his voice.

"What could be worse than an early morning patrol?" Doompaw asked. Just as he finished the question, an orange and blue tabby kit sneaking behind Hypnotide caught his eye.

"Kitsitting..." the black caped warrior said. He let out an "OW!" when the kit lunged and bit into his tail. "Pungentkit!"

"Grr! I banish you back to the Dark Forest!" Pungentkit declared, holding on against Hypnotide trying to gently flick his tail to get the kit off. Despite being only 2 moons old, the kit was a fighter. Giving up, he sighed.