Leaping Into The Shadows

Dirt Fights and Birthdays

We were stuck cleaning the dirt place for sneaking out of camp last night. I sighed and looked at Pikachu.

Pikachu stares at me with a heavily annoyed look on her face.

"What?" I ask, staring at her with confused eyes. She just coughs and continues staring at me.

"It's not my fault we're cleaning the dirt place!" I exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.

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

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

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

"Well, Flurry, 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!" I say, as Pikachu starts laughing.

Now Flurry'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 Bramblekit is gonna be an apprentice before me.

'Why does Bramblekit get to become an apprentice before me anyway? She's really mean and nothing but a little spoiled brat.' I thought to myself with frown. 'I mean, is sneaking out of camp really that bad?' I wondered as I stood up to make my way back to the dirt place. But a sudden sound in the bushes made me freeze in place.

"She's ready. GET HER!" I stopped and twitched my ears at the voices. It's that voice again. Am I imagining things?

"Who's there?" I called but there was no answer, and before I could do anything, something jumped out of the bushes and leapt right at me. I yelped and kicked at whatever or whoever was on me.

"She's not the one we're looking for!" A slimy voice says from the shadows, and my eyes widened in horror. It was then that I realized that whoever these Pokémon were, they were looking for either Wildkit or Willowkit. I have to go and warn Flurry.

"Hey, you there, little grey kit with the long, feather-like tail! Tell us where we can find that little spiky-furred, red-brown LightningClan-born kit is right this minute!" Another voice, this one female spoke up. I stared at them with narrowed eyes. I wasn't telling these crepes anything.

"We can do with this kit, she'll do just fine." The first voice said, and before I could run away or yowl for help, everything went 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.

"PIKACHHHUUU!" I meowed, raising my head and yowling to the sky, hoping and praying to StarClan that my best friend would hear my cries for help.

"What do you want with me?" I meowed but the three cats didn't answer as they raised there heads to the sky.

"Hay, chanty guys! I asked you a question. So can you please give me an answer?" I meowed, but still no answer. I sighed and gave a frustrated hiss.

"She's ready. Put her in the circle." One of the Twolegs said, and another twoleg came over and grabbed me out of the bag.

"Put me down you creepy, spindly furless legs!" I yelled, as I clawd and bit at the Twoleg. But it was no use, the Twoleg wouldn't let me go, no matter what I tried.

'StarClan what do I do now? What do these twolegs want with me? I don't want to die.' I thought to myself as I began struggling even more. 'I just want to go home, I don't care if Flurry yells at me, I just want to go home.'

I clawed at the twoleg as he put me down and that was my chance for escape so I took it and bolted. They gave chase and I ran faster.

My heart pounds in my chest. My breathing is heavy. My paws are moving quicker than a lightning bolt. But they're still gaining on me. Those spindly furless legs. Give me the major creeps.

As I dived and weaved my way under bushes and trees the Twolegs kept chasing me. I froze and came to a screeching hault when I came to the edge of the Thunderpath.

I looked back over my shoulder, I hissed, turned and dove into the road. I rolled and just missed getting hit by the Monster by the skin of my teeth.