A small white tabby tom padded through the city, which he called home. His loose and dull collar hung from his neck, and his ribs jutted out through his chest. He was starving, ever since his housefolk cast him out, he didn't know why. Suddenly, he collapsed, from hunger and exhaustion. He took deep breaths, before looking up. His yellow eye was glazed with fever, and wounds scattered his famished body.
His tail curled around himself, as a tear ran from his eye. He missed his mate, and kits. Oh, how he longed to see Cloud, Ice, and Violet. He wondered if they even missed him back. The scar that ran over one of his eyes rippled as he quietly sobbed, and beads of blood formed in the old scars and new scars. The tom's sadness was interrupted by a loud yell from a trash can behind him. "Hey, Screech, what're ya doin'?"
Screech turned around, to see his former friend, Slice. "Hey there, Slice." The white tom rasped, exhausted from wandering the streets. "Ya got kicked out, didn't ya?" Screech nodded, rolling his eyes. "Well, there's more bad news, Screech, Violet left you for Alabaster, since you stopped visiting her." The tom's eyes widened. "She did what?!" Slice seemed to snort, as he sharpened his claws on the trash can.
"I told you, she left you for Alabaster. Deal with it." Screech grumbled, turning around. Before he could pad away from his former friend, he felt a claw snatch him back. "Not so fast!" Slice leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "I can tell you a way to get her back, though..."
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Warriors .:. Trial of The Skeptic (Book 1)
FanfictionWhen Weasel is offered a place in the reborn BloodClan by Alabaster and Violet, he is skeptical, like he always is. But after he is given one week to decide whether he wants to join, and he develops a bond with Violet's two kits, Cloud and Ice, he l...
