Warriors; Out Of The Fire

Chapter Six

The two dragged the deer into the camp, other clan members staring as they hauled the awkward catch to the fresh kill pile. "Woah! What's that?!", the same grey kit from the ceremony came bursting out of a rocky den. "Fogkit, get back here!", a white she-cat emerged, her intense blue eyes staring the kit down. Fogkit ran up to Frostpaw, bouncing up and down, "Did you catch that?! All by yourself?!". "W-well actually Leopardf--", Frostpaw began to explain but the queen cut her off. "Come on Fogkit, we don't talk to kittypet scum like her.", the queen called to her kit and with the blink of an eye she was back by her side. "What was that about?" Frostpaw asked Leopardfur. "Some cats aren't too fond of your kind.", the deputy explained. "What do you mean 'my kind'? I'm a cat just like everyone else in this camp!", Frostpaw's blood began to boil, anger and frustration coursing through her veins. "You are, but some cats think that you shouldn't be part of the clan because, well... you lived with two-legs.", the dappled she-cat tried to explain as best she could without hurting Frostpaw but the damage had already been done. "So just because I come from two-leg place, I'm automatically rendered 'scum'?", tears formed in the she-cats eyes, "It's not fair!". Frostpaw ran off out of the camp, the brambles keeping patches of her fur yet again.

Frostpaw raced through the forest, hurdling fallen trees and bramble patches. Her mind was overflowing with thoughts, nothing made sense anymore. Broken leaves and dirt spat out from behind her as she tore across the forest floor. Birds sounded their alarms, warning their brethren of the danger ahead. The forest grew thicker with every stride, pathways growing thinner to the point of being almost non-existent. Frostpaw's sides brushed against the trees but still she sped on. Her foot caught on a root and she went down into the dirt with a thump. She sat up and stared off into the red canopy, "Why'd this have to happen to me?!". She paced around the trees, "Why did my house have to burn down? Why did Lexi have to die?!". A small vole scurried out of it's burrow, Frostpaw pounced on it, "Why'd this have to happen at all?!", tore off it's head and slammed it against a tree trunk. Blood spattered against the wood, her face and paws turned scarlet from blood. A pungent smell wafted across the floor, it was the creature that attacked her in the burrow. "Where are you, you little rat?! Show yourself!" she snarled, arching her back and baring her teeth. A fox crawled out from under a bush, it's ribs visible underneath it's battle scarred pelt. Frostpaw and the fox circled each other, their eyes locked on one another, never breaking contact. "Have you come back to finish me off?", she taunted. The fox licked it's lips, eyeing the cat up and down as they paced. Frostpaw launched herself at the fox, her claws drawn and hungry for more blood. The fox snapped at her face, just clipping her cheek. "You filthy rat!", the cat fought back, her claws gliding across the fox's face and catching it's eye. It cried in pain and reached back at Frostpaw's neck. Frostpaw turned around and clamped her jaws down on it's neck. Bright scarlet blood spewed from the fox's neck as it collapsed onto the floor, writhing, not ready to accept it's defeat. "Look's like the tables have turned." Frostpaw bit into the back of the fox's neck, it went limp and the last bit of life left it's body. The she-cat hauled the lifeless corpse onto her back, "If this doesn't prove I'm worthy of being a Thunderclan member, I don't know what will.".

Moss and mud squished between her pads, heavy raindrops landing on her head. The tall trees shook vigorously, leaves flying every which way. Her once white pelt was now mahogany from the blood of her enemy and the mud of the marshy forest floor, "That queen is going to regret the day she called me 'kittypet scum'. Can she kill a fox all by herself? I doubt it. She probably wouldn't want to dirty her paws and risk staining her coat.". The dark, charcoal sky lit up as lighting cut through the clouds, thunder bellowing out from the obsidian-coloured heavens. Frostpaw picked up her pace, trudging onward through the sodden forest. The bramble-ridden entrance came into view, just visible on the horizon. She approached the entrance, her legs trembled under the weight of the water-logged corpse as she slithered through the tunnel and emerged into the camp. There she stood, showered in blood with the fox as her cloak, "I'm not scum.".