Willowleafs Fate (Warrior OC short story)

Chapter 1 (1/4)

The she-cat layed silently in a bush, trying to make no movements like her life depended on it. Her pelt scattered in the bush, twigs and dirt hung to the soft mess that layed in the complicated plant. She looked over to the two bundles of fluff next to her, their sides heaving up and down as they slept. The night before was a night never to remember. The sky broke down in a wave of rain and wind, heavy sounds of thunder lingered in her ears still. Willowleaf had escaped the safeness of the clan into the forest, trying to leave the smallest hint of scent. The queen had finally knew it was time for her kits to be born, but she took a risk and ran out of Snowclan. Sadness swung on her like a boulder. She focused on the kits again, letting tears roll down her face. How will I explain this to the clan? She thought. Most of the cats had thought she was only helping in the nursery for the time being. But only Three cats knew that she was a expecting queen. She looked at the she-kit closely, licking her short, thick, brown fur. "Emberkit, that's what I shall call you." She nudged the she-kit closer to her. Her gaze turned to the second kit, a tom-kit. His fur was a dark gray, lighter then her own black pelt. "Echokit... What fine Warriors you will be" she nudged him closer to her as well. Willowleaf lurked her ears up in alarm, small pawsteps could be heard. She instinctively wrapped her tail around the sleeping kits. "Come out Willowleaf, your not fooling anybody." A deep, evil voice called out. She growled, challenging the voice. The talking stopped and it fell silent. She got up, trying not to disturb the sleeping kits as she walked out the bush. No one was seen, not even a scent. Good, it was only my imagination. She whispered to herself. She turned and gasped, falling back from shock as she saw the figure. It's dark black fur seemed to grasp her, the whiteness like a neverending pit. The cats face grew sharp at the she-cat, smirking a little as it walked closer to her. The sun grew on the cat, his face visible. The white mark on his nose and the dull yellow eyes seemed to complete the evil figure. "Hello Willowleaf" the tom said, a dull red glow was starting to show around his body. She quickly got up. "You! Who are you! And why are you not back where you belong, you Dark forest freak!" She spat, lashing her tail back and forth. Her body was drained of energy, but she still pretended she could fight. The old tom chuckled, the scratchiness of his laugh brought a shiver down Willowleafs spine. "Oh, so you don't know me? Well, that's hard to believe, your mother should have told you about your own kin." The tom smirked. Willowleaf paused, her own kin? She had known her mom was not from the clan but she never really knew who her father was. But the stories her mom told about a cat named 'Whitenose' freaked her out as a kit. All things he done to his own son, what cat could possibly do that! She unsheathed her claws, growling and snarling. She almost didn't even hear her own kits crying for their mother. "Whitenose! How should I have known? You were my father all along!" She pounced on him, then stopping as she heard her kits. "Now, FEEL MY WRATH!" She turned to him confused, but she gasped and fell as the sight of her own father consuming her body, possessing it. She got up, her eyes wide with fear and hatred. "I must fight!" But she knew she couldn't, the kitting took all her weakness. Her senses started to blacken. "Willowleaf are you alright?" That's all she heard before finally blacking out.

Hey guys! The picture above is what she looks like (ignore the text) I've decided to make the story a little longer than I thought so I made one more part. ~ Flamestar