DIARY OF A PELTY: THE MOVIE

.:. Random Oneshot .:.

Hey guys lmao.

Back when SpottedStar_ had their Skyclan role-play up, I had two characters.

Malone and Turtlepaw.

And booooooy, did they have a ton of mystery trailing behind them. Lets just say that Malone isn't Turtlepaw's real dad, and that Turtlepaw didn't come from Skyclan. ;>

Here's a oneshot that goes deeper into this story~
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Malone, or Foxpaw as this mousebrained clan was calling him, was sitting down beneath the Tall Branch. Susan- Brookpaw was sitting beside him. She was a failure, she had failed the mission, and now Malone was going to leave and come back to their King empty pawed.

"Brookpaw, step up please," The Thunderclan leader smiled brightly, obviously happy to turn his clan's apprentices into warriors. Troutpaw, or Troutsting now, was sitting by his siblings.

Brookpaw smiled brightly, scrambling up the tree quickly. Her light brown fur shinning and well-groomed. His former friend had been waiting for this moment, Malone narrowed his cold amber eyes when Brookpaw finally made it up. He blocked out the ceremony, other then learning that Brookpaw became Brookglow, due to her caring and bright personality.

It was his turn now.

Dovestar glared down at him, however a smile still on his face. Somehow he was able to do that, and not seem threatening. "Foxpaw, come here please." The red pelted leader asked, waiting for him while Brookglow slid down the slick tree bark, and went right to Troutsting's side.

Malone did as he was told. Climbing the tree with no problem and swinging himself onto the branch. Dovestar was impressed, and they started is ceremony. He promised to do all these things he could care less about, and finally got his warrior name.

Foxchaser.

Malone forced a lazy grin, and looked right at Brookglow and her foxhearted soon-to-be mate. He sadly didn't get to relish at the fear in her bright green eyes, because suddenly he was back on the ground again. About to sit and guard camp.

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"Please Malone! You have to help us!" Brookglow wailed pathetically at him, a grey tom by her side, Troutsting, who was holding a bundle of black fur in his jaws.

It was funny how these two came to him for help. Ever since he slaughtered the deputy and medicine cat of Thunderclan, he was chased out. Almost bleeding to death due to the wounds the warriors all gave him. Including Brookglow and Troutsting.

Malone just narrowed his eyes, frowned, and lashed his tail behind him. "Why Susan? Even if I did want to help you, I can't. Im not stable enough."

That was half the truth. Malone definitely wasn't stable, sure he had did want his King wanted, but due to the four clans finding out about the spies, he was rejected and was given a few scars to remember his failure. He knew that he wasn't one though, because he was Malone, the best cat to be alive. Troutsting and Brookglow shared glances, and the grey warrior put the bundle of fluff down at his paws.

Troutsting, a cat who was always rather prideful, sighed and looked at him with teary eyes. "I know we haven't ever gotten along. I...I know your little group is the one who caused these fights...and is causing Thunderclan to go extinct, but please Malone....Darkkit won't live if we keep him!"

The fact was that a prideful cat was pleading with him, and this was something he had to let sink in. "Look, ugh, I can't take a kit. You know me Susan! I could barely raise myself!" Malone snapped, whirling his head to Brookglow.

The light brown she-cat with the most amazing white mask he'd ever seen sighed. She hung her head, "I know Malone. Im sorry. Im so sorry."

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Malone ended up with a kit that day. No matter what he did, he had even lashed out at Troutsting and got his cheek, they pleaded with him and whined. So Malone snarled and gave in, and now he was some rogue walking through the forest with a kit trailing behind him.

Darkkit was a strong little kit, he would give him that.

"Where exactly are we going now?" The jet-black kit asked, somehow managing the keep up with his long strides. He had long legs, just like his mother.

The former spy shrugged his shoulders, not bothering to flash the kit a look or anything as he trudged on. "Who knows? I go wherever I please."

And the kit seemed fine with that.

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Yeah, it sucks I know. And you probably dont understand a thing if you didn't read my rp example for the rp.

But hmmmmmm, I wonder what happened to Darkkit? Turtlepaw's older brother?

This mystery never stops ;>

(If there are things that dont make sense/things that aren't spelled correctly then Im sorry. This wasn't a serious thing, just for fun. ))

Comment and whatnot! Goodnight/Good morning!