Post by ♰Fickle♰ on Nov 12, 2008 22:30:53 GMT -5
Likes the Polarbear in Erin Hunters Book Seekers
Name: Ravenkit(paw)
Age: Six moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Thunder
Rank: Kit (To Apprentice)
Small Description: A very pretty black and white she-cat.
Full Description: Ravenkit is a sleek she-cat with fairly long fur. Her eyes are a very pretty shade of blue, and her nose is also black. Her whiskers are long, and her ears are tipped with little tufts. She has a fluffy tail, and her paws are really petite and small. In fact, almost all of her is petite and small. She is fairly thin for her age. She has a wiry sense to her. She usually has a look of silent curiousity on her face. She is very sickly and she hardly ever seems to be completely healthy.
Personality: Ravenkit is a she-cat that can become distracted very easily. It is hard to keep her focused on certain tasks. She is childish and often plays more than she does other things. Others think that she has an imaginary friend because of how often she talks to Doomkit. She is funny, smart and intuitive. She seems to ask questions from out of the blue and can be totally and completely random sometimes. She loves to make other cat's laugh, but she also has a problem with viewing things from a simpler angle. Complex situations get her very frazzled.
History:
Ravenkit was born in ThunderClan. From the very beggining she was too tiny. She was a very sickly kit. Most of her little life was spent in the Medicine Cat den, being treated for every illness under the moon. Her twin brother, and her only sibling, stuck by her side. A deep bond forged between them. When Ravenkit was two moons old she caught Greencough. She very nearly died. One moon after that she fell ill with a terrible fever that nearly made her go blind. The following moon she caught Greencough again, but that time she pulled through better. She fell ill with pnuemonia and that was the closest she ever came to dying. She swore she saw a cat from StarClan when that had happened to her. She has been hanging around with the "imaginary" Doomkit ever since that moment. Her mother died when she was four moons old.
RolePlayExample:
The world seemed to be spinning around her. Ravenkit staggered to her paws. Everything lurched beneath her. She closed her blue eyes and breathed in deeply. Spinning out of control. She took an unsteady step forward and began to cough a terrible hacking cough. Her legs collapsed under her feeble weight. She couldn't stop coughing. Panic flew into her mind, sheer terror gripped at her heart. She was still coughing. She couldn't breath, the coughs were becoming more and more feeble. Some didn't even have air to him. She fell down. Darkness swam at the edge of her vision. Then, sweet relief, her airway opened and with a gasp she gulped in the night air. She lay panting where she was. The moment that had seemed to last for hours had been little more than five seconds. She felt sick to her stomach, it hurt from coughing so much. She shut her eyes and whimpered. She was covered in moss, but she was freezing cold. She opened her mouth and let out a feeble call. Where was the Medicine Cat? Then she heard the crack of a twig. Her head swiveled around, at the mouth of the cave was a kit her age. He was a pretty shade of brownish gray. He stepped forward, his orange eyes soft and kind. "Hello..." Ravenkit croaked, "Who are you? You don't smell like ThunderClan."
"My names Doomkit." He meowed, sitting beside her. He ran his tail up her side, a gesture of comforting.
" I'm..."She paused to cough, "I'm Ravenkit."
"You're very sick Ravenkit." Doomkit meowed gently. He was definitely her age, but he talked more like a warrior. She suddenly noticed that his fur had starlight within it.
"I know..." She said, her voice dragged out in a whimper. "I'll get better though, I wanna be an apprentice."
Ravenkit could have sworn she saw pain flash through Doomkit's eyes. She sensed that he was here to take her away. He paused, staring down at her with a sadness that pulled at her paws, "Ravenkit, do you want to come play with me?" He finally said.
"I'm sick." Ravenkit meowed, even though she was starting to feel better already. She coughed, but it wasn't as loudly or strong as last time.
"It's okay, we can still play." Doomkit was staring at his paws, not looking at her. After a moment she decided she would, she struggled to get to her paws and very quietly she heard Doomkit meow, "Don't get up, okay Ravenkit. Just stay there."
She obeyed, and after a moment she heard the Medicine Cat. The voice was dim as if it were far away, even though she could hear Doomkit just fine. "Ravenkit hold on! You just hang on!" Confusion tugged at her paws, the voice was pulling her back to the place where it was cold. Where she felt sick.
"Doomkit I'm scared!" She wailed, her voice cracking.
"It's alright." Doomkit meowed gently, "Go back to him okay, you'll pull through this. You'll be a wonderful apprentice."
"Doomkit...how come your not a warrior? How come your still a kit? Your in StarClan aren't you?" Ravenkit meowed. She could barely hear him when he answered.
"I died when I was young Ravenkit, I can't ever have a warrior name. I'll never put another cat through that kind of pain." Doomkit mewed. Then she was cold. Freezing and coughing again. She fell asleep after that, but she would never forget her chat with Doomkit.
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Name: Crowkit(paw)
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Thunder
Rank: Kit(apprentice)
Small Description: A black tom cat with amber eyes and an x-shaped scar across his muzzle.
Full Description: Crowkit is bigger than his twin sister. He is stronger, more muscular, and his legs are longer. His fur is about the same length, a medium. His eyes, unlike Ravenkit's, are amber. He has a black nose, and always tries to look very serious. His ears are fairly large, and his tail is long. He has an x-shaped scar acrossed his muzzle.
Personality: Crowkit is much more actively devoted than his sister. He wants more than anything to become a strong and powerful warrior. He is sometimes overly protective and has a way of butting into the business of others to make sure they are all right. He loves his sister with a passion and worries about her almost every day because she is so small and easily gets sick. He feels really attached to her, and he hates it when she embarasses him by talking to Doom. He wants to be a respected member of his Clan. He is more mature than most cats his age and he is really smart. He is also competitive and arrogant.
History: Crowkit's life has consisted mostly of taking care of his younger sister. For a kithood it has been pretty uneventful. He matured much too soon for his age because of how often he was taking care of Ravenkit. Even when his mother, Magpiefeather was still alive he found himself watching after his little sister. When she got sick it was him who worried and could not sleep, not his mother. When she left the camp once in the middle of the night it was him who scolded her for what she had done. It was him who began to feel like his sisters mind may not be all there because of how she began to speak to imaginary cats after a terrifying fever. Crowkit always had a lot more sense than most kits his age. He is really happy that his apprentice ceremony is coming soon so he doesn't have to watch over Ravenkit all the time.
RolePlayExample:
Crowkit sat beside Magpiefeather, his pelt ruffled against the cold. His mother was asleep, and he should be too. However Ravenkit was gone. There was no way in the name of StarClan that he would be able to close his eyes and be able to sleep. After a moment he heard a tiny sneeze. Springing to his paws he ran from the nursery. There she was, her blue eyes alight with adventure. "Crowkit!" She meowed. She began to cough. Crowkit padded over to her, it wasn't hard for him to tower above the little she-cat. He narrowed his amber eyes.
"Where in StarClan's name were you?" He meowed sternly. She sniffled and looked up at him with wide innocent blue eyes.
"Playing outside camp, it's so big! You should come too!" She sneezed again and Crowkit felt his resolve soften. Still, the worry that had clawed at him would not vanish so easily.
"Are you mouse-brained? You're already feeling sick! How could you leave camp? You could have died out there Ravenkit! You're too little." He looked at her, his amber eyes brimming with tears, "What would I do without you?"
"Not have anyone to worry about?" She croaked, he felt a smile tug at his lips.
"Come on, we better get to bed. It's cold out here." He licked her fondly on the top of her head and she purred. As they curled up together she lay her head on his back. He wrapped his tail around her, thanking StarClan she was back and safe.
"I love you big brother..." She meowed sleepily.
"I love you too Ravenkit." Crowkit mewed, but the she-cat was already fast asleep.
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Name: Doomkit
Age: Technically he's 24 moons, but he looks like his six.
Gender: Tom
Clan: Ghost (Formerly a WindClan cat)
Rank: Kit
Small Description: A fluffy gray and brown tom with starlight in his fur.
Full Description: Doomkit is the size of most kit's. He is a brown tabby with streaks of gray in his fur. His eyes are a pretty shade of golden orange, like his brothers Ficklehearts. His claws are long and hooked at the end. He has no scars, but his pelt shimmers with the light of stars in them. However there always seems to be a fog seeping around his paws. His ears have tufts at the very tip and his tail is fluffy. He is more agile than most kits, and actually stronger.
Personality: Doomkit is a cat that cannot seem to get over the fact that he is dead. There is nothing more in the world that he hates than the fact that he will forever be Doomkit and not become a warrior. He has terrifying dreams of his mother, but he loves her more than anything in the world. He misses his brother every single day. Doomkit is a wayward spirit, no matter how many times he tries or which cat he follows, he cannot make it to StarClan. Instead, a thick fog rolls in and he becomes hopelessly lost. Doomkit believes he cannot join StarClan until he finishes his most wanted desires on earth. He doesn't know how to go about doing this though. He is kind hearted and sweet, but somewhat sarcastic and bitter since his death.
History:
Doomkit was born in WindClan. His mother firmly believed that at the exact moment of his birth his father was struck by lightning. Somehow in her grief shattered mind she saw this as Doomkit himself murdering his father. Doomkit lived under the harsh hatred of his mother for the moons he spent in the Nursery. He wanted nothing more in the world than for her to realize he was a good and kind kit. His brother, Ficklekit (Now Fickleheart) was his closest and dearest of friends. The two brothers took care of each other, and even though Ficklekit was loved unconditionally by his mother Doomkit never felt any jealousy to him. In fact, Ficklekit began to hate Hollyreign when Doomkit wanted only to love her more and more.
One fateful night Hollyreign told him just what he had wanted to hear. She told him she was sorry for all the years of bitterness and hatred. Blinded by his want to be accepted by his mother he followed her into ThunderClan territory despite Ficklekit's warnings. It was there that she killed him by throwing him into the ThunderClan camp below.
Nativebrush tried to lead his kit home, even Barkface and Tallstar came to attempt bringing him to StarClan. No matter how many times it happened a thick fog would roll in and obscure every sight, sound and scent for Doomkit. He would run and run until finally he ended back up in ThunderClan territory. One time Tallstar had the idea he could hitch a ride with one of the kit's that was to pass away. It would be his job to lead her spirit into camp.
Doomkit couldn't do it, he didn't let her die. In doing so he let go of his chance to become a StarClan cat but gained a strong and defensive friend to the living world. It seems that wherever Ravenkit goes the fog is cleared, so he can see where he is going. He cannot bring himself to have her die to guide him to the stars though.
RolePlayExample:
Doomkit found it hard to keep up with her. His lungs felt close to bursting. "A little farther my dear, only a little farther." She plunged over the ThunderClan border. He didn't hesitate. I'll prove I'm worthy mom. I'm worthy of you. I know it.
She skidded to a halt a few tail-lengths away. She walked around until she stopped once more, staring down. She flicked her tail. Quietly Doomkit whispered, "What is it momma?" When he got beside her he felt claws sting his face, his yowl was cut off as she pinned him. Hatred burned in her eyes. She lied! Ficklekit was right! He wanted to wail aloud.
"Do.Not.Call.Me.Your.Mother." She snarled, each word dragging out with a venemous hatred that made the blood in Doomkit's veins freeze. "Your evil, it's high time I've gotten rid of you once and for all!"
"Hollyreign!" The snarl, familiar to his ears. The leader! Doomkit staggered to his paws. He was shivering. If he could just make it. He darted and felt fangs grip his back leg. He yowled in pain as his body slammed into the earth. The cat's in the ravine below were stirring. He couldn't hear his heartbeat was so loud. Finally he felt himself being scooped up, swinging helplessly. The ravine...the ravine...
"I must save my Clan! It must be done!" Hollyreign yowled as she swung her head. Doomkit felt his stomach heave as he flew through the air.
It definitely wasn't slow motion, but the adrenaline coursing through his brain made it easy to notice even the tiniest of details. The deputy lunging for him, too late. His brothers eyes, filled with horror. Ficklekit...Ficklekit...
"HELP ME!" Doomkit wailed, fear closing in around him. He was falling falling falling. CRACK! Pain shot through him, pure agony. He couldn't breath, blood bubbled from his mouth it hurt it hurt so bad. "Star...st...staaar..." He gagged and then the darkness closed around him. He couldn't see anything for a long moment and then he woke up. He stared down at his paws, his body. "What...what's going on."
"Doomkit..." The quiet meow was filled with agony. He turned to see a brown tabby, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize. My son, oh my poor son how could she have done this to you?" He leaned down and licked him gently. "Doomkit, you are part of StarClan now, you must come with me. I'm Nativebrush. Your father."
"What happened?" Doomkit meowed, feeling confused. I'll never be a warrior with Ficklekit! Oh Ficklekit! We're part of each other, how can I ever join StarClan without you? Doomkit followed his father feeling dazed.
"Hollyreign..." Nativebrush meowed, his voice cracking.
That's right, she threw me off...she...mother killed me. The weight of it suddenly slammed into him. I don't want to be dead! I want to be an apprentice, I want to become a warrior. I...I want to stay with Ficklekit! What did I do wrong!? Why do I have to be hated so much!
"Doomkit where are you!?" The yowl seemed faraway. Doomkit jolted into reality. He whirled, Father! This fog, it's so thick! "Doomkit...kit..."
"FATHER!" Doomkit wailed, he tore off, searching for a scent. A sound, a clue, anything. The fog boiled around him. Whispers of cat's filled his ears, "Can't find it, lost lost lost. Hahaha, run run run. You'll never make it... He burst through some brambles, only to find himself face to face with his own dead body. The glassy golden orange eyes wide with terror blood all over his paws. Doomkit screamed in terror and fell backwards. "I can't even get to StarClan!" He wailed, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!?"
Name: Ravenkit(paw)
Age: Six moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Thunder
Rank: Kit (To Apprentice)
Small Description: A very pretty black and white she-cat.
Full Description: Ravenkit is a sleek she-cat with fairly long fur. Her eyes are a very pretty shade of blue, and her nose is also black. Her whiskers are long, and her ears are tipped with little tufts. She has a fluffy tail, and her paws are really petite and small. In fact, almost all of her is petite and small. She is fairly thin for her age. She has a wiry sense to her. She usually has a look of silent curiousity on her face. She is very sickly and she hardly ever seems to be completely healthy.
Personality: Ravenkit is a she-cat that can become distracted very easily. It is hard to keep her focused on certain tasks. She is childish and often plays more than she does other things. Others think that she has an imaginary friend because of how often she talks to Doomkit. She is funny, smart and intuitive. She seems to ask questions from out of the blue and can be totally and completely random sometimes. She loves to make other cat's laugh, but she also has a problem with viewing things from a simpler angle. Complex situations get her very frazzled.
History:
Ravenkit was born in ThunderClan. From the very beggining she was too tiny. She was a very sickly kit. Most of her little life was spent in the Medicine Cat den, being treated for every illness under the moon. Her twin brother, and her only sibling, stuck by her side. A deep bond forged between them. When Ravenkit was two moons old she caught Greencough. She very nearly died. One moon after that she fell ill with a terrible fever that nearly made her go blind. The following moon she caught Greencough again, but that time she pulled through better. She fell ill with pnuemonia and that was the closest she ever came to dying. She swore she saw a cat from StarClan when that had happened to her. She has been hanging around with the "imaginary" Doomkit ever since that moment. Her mother died when she was four moons old.
RolePlayExample:
The world seemed to be spinning around her. Ravenkit staggered to her paws. Everything lurched beneath her. She closed her blue eyes and breathed in deeply. Spinning out of control. She took an unsteady step forward and began to cough a terrible hacking cough. Her legs collapsed under her feeble weight. She couldn't stop coughing. Panic flew into her mind, sheer terror gripped at her heart. She was still coughing. She couldn't breath, the coughs were becoming more and more feeble. Some didn't even have air to him. She fell down. Darkness swam at the edge of her vision. Then, sweet relief, her airway opened and with a gasp she gulped in the night air. She lay panting where she was. The moment that had seemed to last for hours had been little more than five seconds. She felt sick to her stomach, it hurt from coughing so much. She shut her eyes and whimpered. She was covered in moss, but she was freezing cold. She opened her mouth and let out a feeble call. Where was the Medicine Cat? Then she heard the crack of a twig. Her head swiveled around, at the mouth of the cave was a kit her age. He was a pretty shade of brownish gray. He stepped forward, his orange eyes soft and kind. "Hello..." Ravenkit croaked, "Who are you? You don't smell like ThunderClan."
"My names Doomkit." He meowed, sitting beside her. He ran his tail up her side, a gesture of comforting.
" I'm..."She paused to cough, "I'm Ravenkit."
"You're very sick Ravenkit." Doomkit meowed gently. He was definitely her age, but he talked more like a warrior. She suddenly noticed that his fur had starlight within it.
"I know..." She said, her voice dragged out in a whimper. "I'll get better though, I wanna be an apprentice."
Ravenkit could have sworn she saw pain flash through Doomkit's eyes. She sensed that he was here to take her away. He paused, staring down at her with a sadness that pulled at her paws, "Ravenkit, do you want to come play with me?" He finally said.
"I'm sick." Ravenkit meowed, even though she was starting to feel better already. She coughed, but it wasn't as loudly or strong as last time.
"It's okay, we can still play." Doomkit was staring at his paws, not looking at her. After a moment she decided she would, she struggled to get to her paws and very quietly she heard Doomkit meow, "Don't get up, okay Ravenkit. Just stay there."
She obeyed, and after a moment she heard the Medicine Cat. The voice was dim as if it were far away, even though she could hear Doomkit just fine. "Ravenkit hold on! You just hang on!" Confusion tugged at her paws, the voice was pulling her back to the place where it was cold. Where she felt sick.
"Doomkit I'm scared!" She wailed, her voice cracking.
"It's alright." Doomkit meowed gently, "Go back to him okay, you'll pull through this. You'll be a wonderful apprentice."
"Doomkit...how come your not a warrior? How come your still a kit? Your in StarClan aren't you?" Ravenkit meowed. She could barely hear him when he answered.
"I died when I was young Ravenkit, I can't ever have a warrior name. I'll never put another cat through that kind of pain." Doomkit mewed. Then she was cold. Freezing and coughing again. She fell asleep after that, but she would never forget her chat with Doomkit.
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Name: Crowkit(paw)
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Thunder
Rank: Kit(apprentice)
Small Description: A black tom cat with amber eyes and an x-shaped scar across his muzzle.
Full Description: Crowkit is bigger than his twin sister. He is stronger, more muscular, and his legs are longer. His fur is about the same length, a medium. His eyes, unlike Ravenkit's, are amber. He has a black nose, and always tries to look very serious. His ears are fairly large, and his tail is long. He has an x-shaped scar acrossed his muzzle.
Personality: Crowkit is much more actively devoted than his sister. He wants more than anything to become a strong and powerful warrior. He is sometimes overly protective and has a way of butting into the business of others to make sure they are all right. He loves his sister with a passion and worries about her almost every day because she is so small and easily gets sick. He feels really attached to her, and he hates it when she embarasses him by talking to Doom. He wants to be a respected member of his Clan. He is more mature than most cats his age and he is really smart. He is also competitive and arrogant.
History: Crowkit's life has consisted mostly of taking care of his younger sister. For a kithood it has been pretty uneventful. He matured much too soon for his age because of how often he was taking care of Ravenkit. Even when his mother, Magpiefeather was still alive he found himself watching after his little sister. When she got sick it was him who worried and could not sleep, not his mother. When she left the camp once in the middle of the night it was him who scolded her for what she had done. It was him who began to feel like his sisters mind may not be all there because of how she began to speak to imaginary cats after a terrifying fever. Crowkit always had a lot more sense than most kits his age. He is really happy that his apprentice ceremony is coming soon so he doesn't have to watch over Ravenkit all the time.
RolePlayExample:
Crowkit sat beside Magpiefeather, his pelt ruffled against the cold. His mother was asleep, and he should be too. However Ravenkit was gone. There was no way in the name of StarClan that he would be able to close his eyes and be able to sleep. After a moment he heard a tiny sneeze. Springing to his paws he ran from the nursery. There she was, her blue eyes alight with adventure. "Crowkit!" She meowed. She began to cough. Crowkit padded over to her, it wasn't hard for him to tower above the little she-cat. He narrowed his amber eyes.
"Where in StarClan's name were you?" He meowed sternly. She sniffled and looked up at him with wide innocent blue eyes.
"Playing outside camp, it's so big! You should come too!" She sneezed again and Crowkit felt his resolve soften. Still, the worry that had clawed at him would not vanish so easily.
"Are you mouse-brained? You're already feeling sick! How could you leave camp? You could have died out there Ravenkit! You're too little." He looked at her, his amber eyes brimming with tears, "What would I do without you?"
"Not have anyone to worry about?" She croaked, he felt a smile tug at his lips.
"Come on, we better get to bed. It's cold out here." He licked her fondly on the top of her head and she purred. As they curled up together she lay her head on his back. He wrapped his tail around her, thanking StarClan she was back and safe.
"I love you big brother..." She meowed sleepily.
"I love you too Ravenkit." Crowkit mewed, but the she-cat was already fast asleep.
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Name: Doomkit
Age: Technically he's 24 moons, but he looks like his six.
Gender: Tom
Clan: Ghost (Formerly a WindClan cat)
Rank: Kit
Small Description: A fluffy gray and brown tom with starlight in his fur.
Full Description: Doomkit is the size of most kit's. He is a brown tabby with streaks of gray in his fur. His eyes are a pretty shade of golden orange, like his brothers Ficklehearts. His claws are long and hooked at the end. He has no scars, but his pelt shimmers with the light of stars in them. However there always seems to be a fog seeping around his paws. His ears have tufts at the very tip and his tail is fluffy. He is more agile than most kits, and actually stronger.
Personality: Doomkit is a cat that cannot seem to get over the fact that he is dead. There is nothing more in the world that he hates than the fact that he will forever be Doomkit and not become a warrior. He has terrifying dreams of his mother, but he loves her more than anything in the world. He misses his brother every single day. Doomkit is a wayward spirit, no matter how many times he tries or which cat he follows, he cannot make it to StarClan. Instead, a thick fog rolls in and he becomes hopelessly lost. Doomkit believes he cannot join StarClan until he finishes his most wanted desires on earth. He doesn't know how to go about doing this though. He is kind hearted and sweet, but somewhat sarcastic and bitter since his death.
History:
Doomkit was born in WindClan. His mother firmly believed that at the exact moment of his birth his father was struck by lightning. Somehow in her grief shattered mind she saw this as Doomkit himself murdering his father. Doomkit lived under the harsh hatred of his mother for the moons he spent in the Nursery. He wanted nothing more in the world than for her to realize he was a good and kind kit. His brother, Ficklekit (Now Fickleheart) was his closest and dearest of friends. The two brothers took care of each other, and even though Ficklekit was loved unconditionally by his mother Doomkit never felt any jealousy to him. In fact, Ficklekit began to hate Hollyreign when Doomkit wanted only to love her more and more.
One fateful night Hollyreign told him just what he had wanted to hear. She told him she was sorry for all the years of bitterness and hatred. Blinded by his want to be accepted by his mother he followed her into ThunderClan territory despite Ficklekit's warnings. It was there that she killed him by throwing him into the ThunderClan camp below.
Nativebrush tried to lead his kit home, even Barkface and Tallstar came to attempt bringing him to StarClan. No matter how many times it happened a thick fog would roll in and obscure every sight, sound and scent for Doomkit. He would run and run until finally he ended back up in ThunderClan territory. One time Tallstar had the idea he could hitch a ride with one of the kit's that was to pass away. It would be his job to lead her spirit into camp.
Doomkit couldn't do it, he didn't let her die. In doing so he let go of his chance to become a StarClan cat but gained a strong and defensive friend to the living world. It seems that wherever Ravenkit goes the fog is cleared, so he can see where he is going. He cannot bring himself to have her die to guide him to the stars though.
RolePlayExample:
Doomkit found it hard to keep up with her. His lungs felt close to bursting. "A little farther my dear, only a little farther." She plunged over the ThunderClan border. He didn't hesitate. I'll prove I'm worthy mom. I'm worthy of you. I know it.
She skidded to a halt a few tail-lengths away. She walked around until she stopped once more, staring down. She flicked her tail. Quietly Doomkit whispered, "What is it momma?" When he got beside her he felt claws sting his face, his yowl was cut off as she pinned him. Hatred burned in her eyes. She lied! Ficklekit was right! He wanted to wail aloud.
"Do.Not.Call.Me.Your.Mother." She snarled, each word dragging out with a venemous hatred that made the blood in Doomkit's veins freeze. "Your evil, it's high time I've gotten rid of you once and for all!"
"Hollyreign!" The snarl, familiar to his ears. The leader! Doomkit staggered to his paws. He was shivering. If he could just make it. He darted and felt fangs grip his back leg. He yowled in pain as his body slammed into the earth. The cat's in the ravine below were stirring. He couldn't hear his heartbeat was so loud. Finally he felt himself being scooped up, swinging helplessly. The ravine...the ravine...
"I must save my Clan! It must be done!" Hollyreign yowled as she swung her head. Doomkit felt his stomach heave as he flew through the air.
It definitely wasn't slow motion, but the adrenaline coursing through his brain made it easy to notice even the tiniest of details. The deputy lunging for him, too late. His brothers eyes, filled with horror. Ficklekit...Ficklekit...
"HELP ME!" Doomkit wailed, fear closing in around him. He was falling falling falling. CRACK! Pain shot through him, pure agony. He couldn't breath, blood bubbled from his mouth it hurt it hurt so bad. "Star...st...staaar..." He gagged and then the darkness closed around him. He couldn't see anything for a long moment and then he woke up. He stared down at his paws, his body. "What...what's going on."
"Doomkit..." The quiet meow was filled with agony. He turned to see a brown tabby, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize. My son, oh my poor son how could she have done this to you?" He leaned down and licked him gently. "Doomkit, you are part of StarClan now, you must come with me. I'm Nativebrush. Your father."
"What happened?" Doomkit meowed, feeling confused. I'll never be a warrior with Ficklekit! Oh Ficklekit! We're part of each other, how can I ever join StarClan without you? Doomkit followed his father feeling dazed.
"Hollyreign..." Nativebrush meowed, his voice cracking.
That's right, she threw me off...she...mother killed me. The weight of it suddenly slammed into him. I don't want to be dead! I want to be an apprentice, I want to become a warrior. I...I want to stay with Ficklekit! What did I do wrong!? Why do I have to be hated so much!
"Doomkit where are you!?" The yowl seemed faraway. Doomkit jolted into reality. He whirled, Father! This fog, it's so thick! "Doomkit...kit..."
"FATHER!" Doomkit wailed, he tore off, searching for a scent. A sound, a clue, anything. The fog boiled around him. Whispers of cat's filled his ears, "Can't find it, lost lost lost. Hahaha, run run run. You'll never make it... He burst through some brambles, only to find himself face to face with his own dead body. The glassy golden orange eyes wide with terror blood all over his paws. Doomkit screamed in terror and fell backwards. "I can't even get to StarClan!" He wailed, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!?"
