Fight or Flight :: warrior cats fanfic ::

» 5. fight «

"It's no surprise that they kicked you out of camp." Pipitfeather meowed airily, her head high. Mothdapple forced her fur to lay flat as she padded along next to the spotted tabby she-cat, Carpsplash right at her other flank. Dusk light darkened the sky, night clouds shadowing over stars and blanketing the nearly full, rising moon.

"Is that so?" Mothdapple's whiskers twitched. Pipitfeather gave her a side glance.

"Yeah. Rogue born kits are all savages-- it's in their blood. They simply can't help it.. So I suppose it's alright that you hurt Carpsplash." The dark golden brown tom dipped his head in agreement, making sure not to step on an overgrown bramble tendril that stretched out into the path.

"Well, I'd just like to formally apologize for," Mothdapple paused, breathing in, "my savage acts."

      "Apology unaccepted." Carpsplash waved his tail. The patched she-cat paused mid-step, her eyes narrowing. Pipitfeather arched an eyebrow as well. He shrugged, "you can't give a rogue too much freedom, or else they'll claw you in the back." The spotted tabby nodded in agreement, cool night air blowing through the thinning trees, and mist was growing thicker at their paws.

      "Come on, Mothdapple, keep up. We're almost to the border. Will you tell us what's over here, now?" She glared.

      "You won't believe me until you see it.. But if you report it back to camp then every cat will love you and you'll probably be promoted to a Bramble Den warrior..!" Pipitfeather's eyes lit up, and she gave a nod.

      "Alright...," interest laced her voice. Mothdapple tried to look ahead, but the foggy river border of FogClan was too much to see through. The group of cats stopped, unable to see clearly in the darkness, the clouds blocking all moonlight.

      "Mothdapple-- what was it that's over here?" Carpsplash growled lowly, his tail twitching nervously, but as they kept nearing the border, the fog grew thicker and thicker. Mothdapple quietly sidestepped away, leaving the two cats to fret alone in the unnavigable smog. She kept her eyes glued to the grassy floor, and finally the scent of Briarfrost hit her nose. The dark form of his pelt appeared, covered in cobwebs.

       "Ready?" He whispered, and she nodded, eyes equally as bright. He held up a mouse, and she cringed at its old scrappy form.

"When did you catch that; last moon?" She growled. He flicked his tail tip, letting out a quiet laugh as he dropped it to the ground, biting it open. He took a paw, which she noticed was much smaller than her own massive paws, and dabbed it into the mouse blood, smearing it across her neck fur. "Agh, it's cold!" The gingery-brown patched she-cat hissed in surprise, her fur prickling from the sudden sensation.

"Well we can't have a dead cat visit Pipitfeather and Carpsplash if they don't look dead." Mothdapple sighed in agreement, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Now, come on, let's give them a show to remember." He purred, turning.

"Wait!" She ducked her head, hoping she hadn't been too loud. He pricked his ears, and she gingerly touched her paw to the scrappy old mouse's blood before running her paws across his face. He cringed, but nodded.

"Give them a good 'I'm dead' yowl!" He chirped, bounding into the fog. Mothdapple unsheathed her claws, digging them into the moist earth, giving out a feigned screech of pain, loud enough that she was sure the two had heard. She made sure that the old mouse's blood had been spread across the earth, and she hid the carcass under a clump of grass before laying out across the blood-soaked grass, closing her eyes. This better work-- it'll be great to see the look on their faces when they think StarClan is real! She stifled a purr, assuming that dead bodies don't laugh.

      She could hear the thrum of Pipitfeather and Carpsplash's paws as they ran, and heard their panting.

      "Oh clans this is bad! This is bad, bad...!" Pipitfeather whispered, her voice rising with fear. "Carpsplash, she's dead! We didn't even get to see what's... What's out here.... You... don't think..."

       "It.. Killed her?!" Carpsplash whispered, golden brown fur on end.

       "It'll come back for us! It.. It's gotta be that sea-bear thing that those Redfur keeps saying lives at the river border!" Pipitfeather paced in a circle, shaking. Moonlight filtered lowly through the clouds, lighting up the mist and outlining Briarfrost's form as he stood high on a rock.

      "Who's there!!" Carpsplash hissed, fur on end.

     "I'm.. Star..star. Starstar." The dark tom said more assuredly.

      "Well that's a stupid name..." Pipitfeather growled. "Besides, there aren't any leaders named Starstar." Her voice was still high, traces of fear scent still thick around her and Carpsplash. Briarfrost bared his teeth, covered in mouse blood. Pipitfeather took a step back, nearly tripping over Mothdapple.

      "I was the first leader ever. Ever."

      "Holy Falcons, Pipitfeather, I've heard of them! They're dead." Mothdapple tried not to cackle; Starstar had been made-up by the two earlier in the day.

      "Why are you here?!" Pipitfeather cried out, her fur on end.

       "I'm here to take Mothdapple. We cats in StarClan need her... She's.. Special." Pipitfeather quickly nodded her head.

      "Y-yes of course! I'm s-sure you-- er... cats... in StarClan have your reasons..?"

Briarfrost didn't reply, rather he waved his tail high in a commanding way, and Mothdapple got to her paws. Pipitfeather and Carpsplash leaped back, their eyes huge and round. The ginger-brown tabby patched she-cat climbed up to the top of the rock, the moonlight outlining her much larger frame compared to Briarfrost.

"StarClan killed Mothdapple...!" Carpsplash whispered in a choked voice.

"That must be why the clans pushed StarClan away-- they're murderers!" Pipitfeather whispered back, her green eyes rounded with fear.

"Yes, and we aren't afraid to do it again. Now go!" Briarfrost hissed, his fur puffed out. The pair took off, but as they dared to look back, the moonlight had faded behind another dark cloud and Briarfrost and Mothdapple had disappeared into the thick fog.

"Do you think they fell for it?" Mothdapple whispered quietly from where they crouched behind the large rock, her pelt radiating with warmth and eyes bright. Briarfrost shrugged.

"I would've. They're going to go completely squirrel-brained!" He purred quietly. Mothdapple swished her thick-furred tail in agreement. Revenge is good.

FIGHT OR FLIGHT

AN

IM LAUGHING OMGGGG i was just going to make it a bear-wolf-horse but then I thought sea wolf aND then I chose SEABEAR AND I JUST REALIZED ITS FROM SPONGEBOB SO I MADE THIS.

ALso sorry it's been 5ever since the last update.