I let out a soft groan and pushed at the moss that was underneath me. It wasn’t like the usually soft moss from SilverClan, something was wrong. I sat up quickly and forced open my tired eyes. I was in a large cave with itchy, pale moss underneath me. I glanced around wildly, this wasn’t the SilverClan nursery. My claws worked nervously on the moss beneath me. Where was I?
“Ah, he’s awake!” I heard a soft purr from a cat behind me. I whipped around; my fur starting to bunch up when I realized it was just a kit, probably a couple of moons older than me. She had long, well-kept, silky orange tabby fur and wide, innocent blue eyes.
“Good for him,” was a grumpy response from another kit farther back in the cave.
“Say, say what’s your name?” the she-cat continued. “I’m Orangekit and the grumpy fur ball over there,” she waved her tail vaguely towards the tom in the corner, “is Sharpkit.”
My gaze traveled shyly between the two cats, Sharpkit’s annoyed gaze glared back at me when I met his eyes. “I-I’m Dashkit,” I mumbled. “Where am I exactly?”
“We’re in ShadeClan!” Orangekit squeaked. “You’re new Clan.”
“New Clan? But SilverClan is my Clan,” I protested. “How can I have a new Clan?”
“New-bees,” Sharpkit snorted. “Don’t you get it? You. Were. STO-LEN! End of Story, comprenday?”
“I… I was stolen,” I echoed, a panic starting to seep into my voice. “You mean I won’t see SilverClan again?”
“Unless you’re taken on a raid to attack them,” Orangekit shrugged. “We were stolen too…”
“No, I want to go back!” I protested. “I want to go back!”
“Great StarClan, why’d they have to take such a whiner,” Sharpkit sighed. “Look here, life ain’t fair, live with it.”
My eyes started to glaze over and my body started to shake all over. This couldn’t be happening, how could this be happening?“Get a grip will you,” Sharpkit snorted and he smacked me on the side of my head. “They abandoned you, gave you away without a second thought.”
I froze and turned to face Sharpkit. “My Clan wouldn’t do that!” I spat, but now that he mentioned it, a faint memory threatened to resurface in my mind, SilverClan facing off against a much smaller group of cats. The black leader having Firefur, my father, pinned under his claws, an evil, threatening smile on the cat’s face. I let out a shocked wail and quickly covered my ears with my paws. “It can’t be true! My Clan would never do that!”
Orangekit gently rested her furry tail on my shoulder, murmuring comforting words into my ears. Sharpkit spat coldly and stalked off to the back of the den again, shooting one more dark glare at me in the process.
“We felt that way too,” Orangekit mumbled. “But this is your Clan now, please understand.”
“I-I’ll try,” I sniffled, could it really be so? Did my Clan really abandon me? “What happened to Firefur?” I asked out loud.
“Firefur?” Orangekit echoed curiously.
“He’s my father, the last time I saw him was when he was pinned down by the largest black cat I had ever seen,” I meowed. “Do you know what happened to him?”
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Stolen (Book 1 of the Outcast Quartet)
FanfictionEverything was normal, until that night when their world was turned upside down. In one night, their lives changed for the worse. Abandoned.... separated... death... Even among their Clanmates, they are alone as they struggle down their own sorrowfu...