DawnClan Rp

Chapter 15

Derpstar blinked away her sleepiness and groomed her pelt, completely forgetting why she was standing, awake, in front of Jiggers. He seemed dead. Meh.

Derpstar didn't care.

She meowed, "Hello?" As there were grieving cats around Jiggers.

They looked up in shock. "It's not morning yet!" One of them hissed. Derpstar tilted her head.

"Why do you say that?"

"Jiggers died! We're sitting vigil for him! He was a valuable warrior," Jiggers' mother wailed, sticking her nose in Jiggers' fur.

"Ooooooooohhhhh, yeah that's right," Derpstar murmured, suddenly feeling very sad and grieving.

Then, a big thing in the sky came and took Flamefoot away. That must've been his punishment! Derpstar thought as she recalled the moment her dead cat sister said he would have a punishment for letting me almost die.

Flamefoot ducked, by the ting hurtled towards him faster. It took Flamefoot by the scruff and dragged him away. "Help! Help!" Flamefoot shrieked, tearing at the grass and a tree.

Derpstar came over and hauled his paws off the tree. "This is your punishment for letting me be at the edge of a cliff, falling to my death, while you do nothing," she hissed in his ear.

"WHAT?! No! Please! I swear I'll save you next time!" Flamefoot screeched. He grabbed another tree.

"There will be no next time. Your mother saved me from dying. She is punishing you," Derpstar growled. She sliced at his paws and Flamefoot was dragged away forever.

"Derpstar! Plllleeeeaaaaassssssseeeee! I'm sorry! I was so horrible!" Flamefoot yowled. His body twisted with pain and his eyes were clouded with agony.

"Don't let me die! Please!" Flamefoot shrieked. He tried getting the big bowl thing to lose its grip, but it did not.

Green blood (yes, green. I thought green is kinda purdy!) sprayed the trees below Flamefoot.

Finally, Derpstar couldn't take it. She climbed up trees and magically teleported to the tree Flamefoot was above.

She jumped and bit off the metal hand; it released its grip on Flamefoot at once and they fell, yowling, on the ground below.

"Ouch," Flamefoot groaned. He tried getting up, but swayed and fell back down, heart hammering.

Derpstar almost felt sorry for him, but anger choked her. "You- You- You- I don't even know what to call you because I'm so furious! How could you beg me to help you when you didn't help me at the cliff edge?! And after you said you were to become leader?!" Derpstar snarled.

Flamefoot sighed and Derpstar could tell he regretted it. He looked so sad and miserable that Derpstar considered letting him go.

"Must stay strong! Can't be weak!" Cats sang horribly behind them. Derpstar got to her full height (which wasn't that tall because I say so) and hissed angrily at Flamefoot.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Derpstar," he whimpered.

Derpstar bared her teeth at him. "Such a disgrace. But I couldn't watch you die, so your punishment is not being deputy, and not being a warrior at all. You may only hunt for your Clan, but you will only be remembered as Flame. No warrior name!

"And you will be banned from eating anything delicious for life. Only frogs and toads. And you must be watched over everything! Even pooping. You are dismissssssssed." Flamefoot tried getting up, but fell again.

He whimpered, so Derpstar yowled, "Someone go get Friedfries or Deadfish!" Some cats shifted uncomfortably.

"Er.. They aren't really good medicine cats..." Someone shouted out. Everyone looked embarrassed.

"For StarClan's sake, go find them!" Derpstar hissed. Instantly, Deadfish and Friedfries came.

Deadfish rubbed cobwebs all over Flamefoot's face and Friedfries shoved catmint down his throat and he was healed!

Derpstar saw hopefulness in Flamefoot's eyes, but she turned her back to him and left him struggling to swallow all of the catmint.

"Catmint, catmint, catmint!" Friedfries sang while everyone covered their ears and followed Derpstar, giving Flamefoot disgusted and rude looks.

(Flamefoot)

Flamefoot felt betrayed and shameful. I should've pushed her off! He thought. Instead, he had waited until the rock crumbled and given his mother the perfect chance to save the leader.

No! I should've helped her! Wtf, Author-Chan?!?

|Muahahahaha|

Flamefoot rolled his eyes and followed the last of his Clanmates.

Friedfries and Deadfish scowled as they passed him and everyone stopped talking to him.

Deadfish made sure none of his pink, fluffy fur touched Flamefoot. If it did, he would shave some of it off. Flamefoot cried every night and decided to leave. The Clans didn't need him.

His own dead mother tried to kill him! And his adopted mother made him an outcast! Flamefoot hated her sympathy, and everything about her.

He slept in a barn 666 miles away, and became a villain. Won day he'd return. Won day heel come back.

And won day, Author-Chan wheel learn how two use proper homophones.