Harefoot and LynxPaw raced into camp our footfalls heavy with aversion. My breath was the only thing she could hear, coming in quick, brittle pants. The world around her seemed to fade into gray, as if it didn't matter. LynxPaw's heart pummeled in her ear-drums in a rhythmic hum. She couldn't hear anything but the unearthly silence that caressed her long ears. What was it? Perhaps it was the stress consuming LynxPaw that she'll have to start over.
A tight slap hammered into LynxPaw's torso forcing her to jump. She spun around ready to confront this attacker. It was just Harefoot, she snapped LynxPaw out of her hypnotizing trance. She dragged her apprentice into camp horrified by the amount of cats that was brutally blitzing the another crowd of felines. The undergrowth at the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering.
"DreamClan.." She hissed under her breath. LyxnPaw's claws itched with tension, but Harefoot tried to nudge her to the safe den. "Your not safe here, you didn't have enou--"
Before she can finish a coal-black tom vaulted onto her. Clearly surprised by the attack. Harefoot struggled to escape from his death-hold. The vexed tom viciously slashed Harefoot across her muzzle and chest. "R-run L-Lynxpaw!" She yowled. LynxPaw just couldn't. She was petrified by the sight of her mentor being mauled by a tom two times the size of her. The ebony colored tom flipped Harefoot over pinning the small warrior down on her stomach. Harefoot stretched out her short limbs trying to thrust him off. She failed miserably as the tabby-tom sunk his jagged canines into her scruff. She yowled with an unbearable amount of pain. LynxPaw winched at her ear-splitting caterwaul.
Why am I not helping her? She merely thought. Without much thought, LynxPaw sprung onto the tom raking my claws down his spine. He arched his back in an utter agony. "Get off of me kit!" He snarled shaking me off of his back. That piece of crowfood crossed the line. Lynx paw clamped her jaws shut on his tail. She locked her teeth into a tuft of his fur, feeling the salty taste of blood mob her senses. The tom yowled, releasing Harefoot from his lethal grip. He clenched his yellow canines together and snarled. "Your toast Kit." LynxPaw returned his keen glare. "You and what toaster?" She challenged. The tom, clearly angered by her snarky retort, charged her with great speed.
LynxPaw sidestepped swiping his haunches with great ease. The anonymous cat skidded to a half, spinning around with a bloodthirsty glaze in his yellow eyes. He rammed into LynxPaw, slitting his claws into her chest fur. LynxPaw, uncomfortably embroiled, found herself sliding under the mangy mouse brain's claws. Blood splattered against her cheeks and nose.
She licked her lips, lapping up the warm, salty blood, allowing it to engulf her tongue. The old exasperation saved her, and gave her enough energy to attack. LynxPaw glances over her shoulder at Harefoot, laying as a motionless lump she feared. The heat seemed to increase till it became a threatening weight and the cat pounced on her with a blinding effulgence. He managed to pin her down under his weight. His hindquarters were digging into her haunches ever so slightly. She flinched and squirmed, yet not able to escape.
So this is how it ends? She mentally sighed, getting ready to accept her fate.
"No!"
With that word, the weight seemed to decrease traumatically. LynxPaw's eyes fluttered open in surprise. A strident blow smacked roughly by LynxPaw's temples.
The sound halted to a stop. The silence of the forest was more oppressive than the heat. LynxPaw herself shrank in
pain with a hiss of indrawn breath, and for a heartbeat, she felt like a kit again. Her limbs were numb and were squishy like a dead mouse.
By the trunk of a vast tree that grew pale flowers on its gray bark, she closed her eyes, and once more drew in the warm air; and this time her breath came short, and then the surge of blood drizzled down her left ear. Her mind passed like a shadow under the silence clogging her senses. She choked on a tuft of the tom's fur she ,must of swallowed earlier.
How did that get there?¿
LynxPaw, groggy with pain, lolled on the humid earth. Sleep enveloped her like the swathing migraines that were wrestling with her heathy state.
A pair of teeth fastened into her scruff tightly, but yet every so gently. Like her mother would.. LynxPaw's eyesight betrayed her as she gazed up at the mysterious feline carrying her away. A cavern of darkness enclosed over LynxPaw's world.
She felt like Nothing. And.. Was she nothing?
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Warriors: OverCastings
Fanfiction"I don't care how many cats are slaughtered or killed. Cats are basically my chess pieces, they are my puppets, I can control them easily with a swift command. It doesn't matter if they were captured, it was simply my game to play.." ***Currently on...
