Willowheart's Hatred
Aug 3, 2016 18:01:27 GMT -5
Post by ScarletteBlake on Aug 3, 2016 18:01:27 GMT -5
*Let's see if I can actually get this fan-fic done. I have like 20 others that I have going on in Docs but figured I would share this one. There's a couple of ones that got like two pages down and then it either got too sad or I got bored with it.*
"What are you going to name her, Twig?" The dark brown cat looks up, a silver tail tip flicking.
"The one that has the silver tail tip is Willow. The other is Oak." Twig answers, looking up at her mate.
"I'll take them to the Clan." The mate answers.
"But, you don't even belong to a Clan. You can't-"
"Can't what? Take them? I can." The mate looks down at Twig, then unsheathes his claws.
"Keep arguing, and I'll-"
"You'll what?" Twig mocks and lays silent as the claws dig into her neck, killing her.
"That." The mate answers, and picks up the kits by the scruff.
---
"Willowkit! Willowkit!" A voice squeaks and Willowkit opens her eyes. Her sister is bouncing in front of her, tail waving with excitement.
"Let's go outside and play with the older kits!" Willowkit stares at her, then stands up.
"Whatever you say Oakkit." Willowkit mumbles, then follows her sister outside. Their mother looks up at the kits, then goes back to talking to another cat.
"You two don't get in the way of Hawkkit and Ravenki-" The voice stopped as Willowkit gets ran over.
"Ravenkit, Hawkkit!" The voice growls and said kits head snapped up.
"Willowkit, are you okay?" Oakkit was standing over her sister and their mom rushed over to the kits.
"Willowkit?"
"Petalheart, I'm sure she's alright." The voice assures and Willowkit whimpers pitifully.
"Ravenkit, get over here and apologize right now." The voice hissed and a black kit stood, staring at Willowkit.
"Sorry, little kit." Willowkit hisses at the other kit and Oakkit looks down at Willowkit.
why do I do this to myself
"What are you going to name her, Twig?" The dark brown cat looks up, a silver tail tip flicking.
"The one that has the silver tail tip is Willow. The other is Oak." Twig answers, looking up at her mate.
"I'll take them to the Clan." The mate answers.
"But, you don't even belong to a Clan. You can't-"
"Can't what? Take them? I can." The mate looks down at Twig, then unsheathes his claws.
"Keep arguing, and I'll-"
"You'll what?" Twig mocks and lays silent as the claws dig into her neck, killing her.
"That." The mate answers, and picks up the kits by the scruff.
---
"Willowkit! Willowkit!" A voice squeaks and Willowkit opens her eyes. Her sister is bouncing in front of her, tail waving with excitement.
"Let's go outside and play with the older kits!" Willowkit stares at her, then stands up.
"Whatever you say Oakkit." Willowkit mumbles, then follows her sister outside. Their mother looks up at the kits, then goes back to talking to another cat.
"You two don't get in the way of Hawkkit and Ravenki-" The voice stopped as Willowkit gets ran over.
"Ravenkit, Hawkkit!" The voice growls and said kits head snapped up.
"Willowkit, are you okay?" Oakkit was standing over her sister and their mom rushed over to the kits.
"Willowkit?"
"Petalheart, I'm sure she's alright." The voice assures and Willowkit whimpers pitifully.
"Ravenkit, get over here and apologize right now." The voice hissed and a black kit stood, staring at Willowkit.
"Sorry, little kit." Willowkit hisses at the other kit and Oakkit looks down at Willowkit.
