Ah... As you all should know, I LOVE to write Fan-fics. I have two characters I've been RPing with on other sites, and I'd like to tell their story.
Characters -
Gracekit [F] - Small white she-cat with ginger patches and deep green eyes. Dovekit [M] - Muscular tom with light green eyes. Ginger ears and tail-tip. Hopekit [F] - Tiny pure white kit with light green eyes.
Scourge [M] - Small black tom with amber eyes. Bone [M] - Large, muscular black and white tom with silver eyes.
A long alleyway stands out before three innocent kits. The moon provides the only hope. There's rustling up ahead, and blood stains the corners of the alley. "Come on!" Dovekit whispered. Gracekit followed her brother close behind. Hopekit entwined her tail with her sister's, hoping not to loose her. "Why did mama go?" The small scrap of fur asked. Gracekit tensed. "She couldn't stay. If any cat is seen with another, Bone and the warriors have permission to kill them." Gracekit whispered to her little sister. "Dosn't that mean they can kill us?" Hopekit cried. Gracekit rested her tail on her sister's nose, making her quiet. Her eyes glazed over, and she tightened her grip on Hopekit. Dovekit stopped. "We're here." He said. The three moved forward to the assembly of cats before them. Each wore a collar with cat and dog teeth on them. Some had more than others. Each varied of shape, size, and color. The cats turned to the newcomers and hissed. "We... We'd like to see Scourge!" Gracekit meowed strongly. "He'd never make you apprentices!" A cat yowled. "Kits don't belong here!" Another agreed. Still, despite the disagreement, they parted, letting the kits through. Hopekit hung her head down, not making eye contact with the strange cats. "Why do we have to be here? Why must we join Bloodclan?" She let a tear fall. "If not, we'll die." Dovekit turned to his sister. They went to a great wall of stones. There was a sturdy place on top where a black and white, muscular tom stood. "Why do you come before us?" He asked in a deep voice. Hopekit wiped her tear away. "We... Wish to become apprentices." Dovekit said. A small black cat came out of an opening in the bottom of the stones. He looked them over, his collar showing the biggest, most teeth out of the whole clan. He went to Dovekit. He stood tall, flexing his muscles. "A muscular tom. You look promising." Scourge nodded. Gracekit was next. She lifted her chin, and stood strong. "Yes, a nobel cat." He smiled. He circled her, "You'll have fine fighting kits one day... And you'll kill along the way." Hopekit tried to act tough, flexing her muscles. "We'll... Have to see about you." Scourge looked at her funny. Gracekit flinched. What would happen if Hopekit wasn't strong enough to last?
