Warriors One Shots

Three ➳ Falling Feathers

Writer: Rainbowbunny611
Word count: 1308

Featherpaw: brown tabby tuxedo she-cat with amber eyes
Wildfern: brown spotted she-cat with green eyes
Whiterose: brown spotted she-cat with white fur on her chest shaped like a rose and amber eyes
Thistlegaze: black tom with amber eyes
Vixenleap: brown tabby she-cat with a white muzzle and green eyes
Brackenstar: light brown tom with a white tail tip and amber eyes
Heronwing: white and cream coloured tom with blue eyes, medicine cat

I am an outcast, a loner. Nobody likes me. I am repulsive. I can't do anything right. My mentor despises me, my sisters hate on me, my mother abuses me.

Hello, I am Featherpaw

I can't do anything right from the start. Oh, how I wish I could be like my sisters, Wildfern and Whiterose! Yes, they already have their warrior names. I am held back for two moons now because I just can't do it.

Ah, perfect Wildfern and beautiful Whiterose. Then there is just repulsive me.

I walk through the camp, staring at the ground. Nobody seems to notice for I am their
inferior, their slave, just a boring old apprentice. "Featherpaw!" My mentor, Thistlegaze, calls. "Training!" I trudge towards him. He might as well say failing time instead of training, I think. Just then I have a thought, a great idea! "Thistlegaze," I ask, "Tell the truth, do you hate training me?" He looks startled by the question. "N-no, of course not!" He stutters. But what breaks my heart are his eyes. His eyes that tell it all. They seem to taunt me like my sisters and lash out to me like my mother. They hold me back like my Clan Leader and despise me... like the clan in general. I do hate you Featherpaw, they seem to say, and I will always hate you.

Time for my plan.

I lean forwards, pretending to stalk a mouse, and then I stike. Claw his face and make his death painless. I bite his neck. His eyes widen with suprise and then glaze over. I wash my paws in a stream nearby and smear some fox dung on his pelt. I run back to camp.

I am Featherfall now. Does that remind you of something? Is it just me or does it sound a lot like Featherfail?

I pad over to the fresh kill pile. Bad timing. Vixenleap, or mother as I call her, is there. Please don't notice me! I pull out a shrew. And start to eat. To my dissapiontment, mother notices me. She walks towards me with that menacing glare she always has. She pulls the shrew out of my grasp and eats it. "Such a plump shrew for some cat so..." ugly? Disgusting? Repulsive? I knew the rest.

I have to prepare myself

Once mother was done eating the shrew, and me done my skinny little mouse, she beckoned me towards her. I could only come. If I didn't she would kill me... or maybe... should I? We go out into the forest. She never abuses me in public. She hits me. Blood drips from my forehead. "What did I do to deserve such a piece of fox dung?" She growls. What did I do to deserve such a terrible mother? She scratches me again. I try not to wince. Rage burning in my bones, I leap. I barely feel my pain. I need to make her death painful for all she's done to me! She's done nothing but hurt me all my life and now I have to hurt her back. I claw her eyes then go for her belly. Too much anger! A red haze fills my vision. I don't know what I'm doing. The last thing I see is mother's gaze twisted in an expression of horror.

She deserved it.

I wake up in a mossy cave that smells like herbs. A cream and white tom leans over me. "She's awake." He murmmurs. He directs his gaze to me, "You and your mother were attacked by a fox. You were lucky to survive. Vixenleap however, was taken." Memories came flooding back. "How long have I been unconscious?" I question.
"A moon." The medicine cat, Heronwing says. A moon? I need to exersise! I can't just lay here! I stand up on shaky paws only to feel a burning pain and collapse again.

What is this? I can't bear it!

Those next moons were tough. I had to wake up every morning to do my exercises. It was a dreadful thing, not being able to do simple things like walk or even stand! But it got better. I am fully recovered now. Brackenstar said four moons ago that I can go back to normal duties.

Time for the next stage of my plan.

I go up to my sister, Whiterose. Her belly is rounded with kits. If she dies, the kits die too. Do I really want that? Yes. She has bullied me all my life. She deserves worse. "What do you want?" My sister spits. I soften my gaze. "Come to the forest with me. You must be so bored in the nursery." Her eyes widen in suprise. "With you? Heronwing says-" I cut her off, "So what? Heronwing can't control you." She hesitates before nodding. Her glare is still in my mind.

Why do I feel regret?

I slice her throat. Blood comes gushing out. Her eyes roll backward into her skull. Blood stains her once beautiful brown pelt. "Whiterose, no! You monster! I always knew you were a disgusting brat. Now I have proved my point!" It is Wildfern.

I was supossed to kill her tomorrow! Oh well.

I leap. I guess she expects that because she kicks my belly. I yowl in pain and suprise. "Wildfern, you are supossed to be the perfect one! Why are you killing me?" I sneer. I aim for her eyes. What am I doing? Realization hits me so hard, I stagger backwards. Killing my sister? "Wildfern, I'm sorry! I couldn't control! I-I-" I break off. I am a monster, a terrible horrible montser. Guilt storms through me. Tears sting my eyes and I run into the forest.

Why have I done what I have done? I am a true monster. The clan doesn't deserve something like me. Thistlegaze, Whiterose, Wildfern, and even Vixenleap... I'm sorry.

I hear the rushing of a river. The last sound I will ever hear. I jump in. The current pulls me under. I don't struggle. My head hits a rock and I know this is the end.

StarClan forgive me. I regret what I have done. I deserve to go to the Dark Forest. A cat like me does not deserve to live. Goodbye, BoltClan, the clan I once called home.

○°•○°•Trivia○°•○°•

☆I hate to admit it but Featherfall goes to the Dark Forest
☆ Her sisters go to StarClan
☆ Vixenleap goes to the Dark Forest
☆ Featherfall had a brother called Elmkit. If he lived, he would calm Featherfall down and the events in the story would not have happened
☆Elmkit was not supossed to die which means the cats Featherfall killed were supossed to live
☆ Elmkits warrior name would have been Elmheart
☆Only Heronwing, Wildfern, and Brackenstar know that Featherfall killed Thistlegaze, Whiterose, and Vixenleap. They decided to keep it a secret for the sake of the clan.

Word count: 1308 (Wow! That's long. Well, for me at least)

Sooo, did you enjoy it? I had a lot of fun writing this. Should I write another? Who is your favourite character? Mine is Elmkit. Or in the story, Wildfern. Why Wildfern? Read Lost in the Heather ☆ A Warriors Short Story to find out!. It is a spin off/ canon thing of this one shot. Thanks for reading Falling Feathers!

~Meadowstream

July 16, 2017