Short Stories

Contest Entry

ruddergrl here's my entry for the RP contest. I'm also probably going to tag you in the comments because sometimes Wattpad doesn't give me a notification when I'm tagged in books.

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I walked towards the fresh-kill pile, hoping to get something to eat. Litheshade, a warrior I'd seen in camp before but never spoken to sat nearby. "Hi!" I meowed. 

The she-cat jumped back with a hiss, then started to whisper something about cats being killed.

"What?" I said, my ears pricked in an attempt to hear the words. "I never killed anyone!" I gasped.

Litheshade shrieked. "No! No, you're dead! I was there!"

I stared at her, confused. "I'm not dead!" I whispered, scared. I glanced around and spotted a cat I'd never seen before. "Wh-what's wrong with her?"

The cat stroked my back with her tail. "I don't know. But you are not dead." She said reasuringly.

Litheshade stared at the cat. "You can't be here!" I wasn't sure which of us she was talking to. Then she started muttering again. 

The cat tilted her head. "You alright there?"

Litheshade blinked, her eyes clearing. "Thrushst- Thrush!"

I gasped. "The rouge?" Was this really a BrightClan exile? Or was Litheshade just crazy?

"Me? No, I'm not Thrush." Litheshade really was seeing things, then.

"Why are you here? Why is Swan here?" The warrior asked.

"I'm not Swan!" I meowed. "I'm Skykit!" Who is Swan?

"Swan?" The cat questioned, then added, "I'm Storm, not Thrush."

"Come on Skykit, let's leave Litheshade to her mind." The cat pulled me away. 

Litheshade continued to mutter even after me and Storm walked away. I flattened my ears so I wouldn't hear.

"It's okay, Skykit." Storm said kindly.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I don't know." Storm replied, stopping beside the warrior's den. 

"Are you a member of BrightClan?" Storm didn't have a warrior name. I wondered why.

She looks a bit like my mother. I realized suddenly. Except she has darker fur and different color eyes. She reminds of her too, even though Storm is nothing like a kittypet.

"I am not a part of BrightClan." Storm admitted. "I did something terrible that I regret. I came back unannounced and uninvited. I want to apologize to the apprentices and the queen who lost her kit." She bent down. "I will always watch over the kits of this Clan whether i am a part of this Clan or not."

I looked up at her. "Even if you aren't a part of BrightClan, you still seem to be loyal to this Clan."

Storm's fur fluffed up a little. "Don't trust too many cats."

"I can trust cats who are part of or friends of BrightClan, though, can't I?" I pointed out.

"I guess. But I'm probably not to trust completely. Featherstar doesn't even know I'm here."

"Featherstar talks about hunting rouges." I shivered.

Storm also shuddered. "I hope he isn't after me. I would be dead if he found me here in camp."

"He's never mentioned a cat named Storm." I told her gladly.

"That's because it's the last part of my name I gave up. I go by Thrush now."