Stormwillow's Suffering

Hey guys, it's me Stormver. This is a fanfic I've been working on another wiki, so I'm just copying and pasting it onto here :3 This also features one of my new OCs, Stormwillow!

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P i z z a C l a n -  W e g o crazy c a u s e w e   can! 12:19, February 8, 2015 (UTC)

Prologue
"She's beautiful. Just beautiful."

A blue-gray tom was crouched over his mate, a pretty silver shecat. A small, pretty silver tabby kit was curled up beside her mother's belly. The tom crouched to lick his kit, then murmured, "What should we name her?"

The mother of his kit blinked at him with love in her eyes. A wild storm raged outside. "Stormwillow," she whispered. "She was born in this willow tree, during this wild, raging storm. She deserves to be named after this wild ride!"

"You never cease to amaze me, Feather," the tom chuckled.

"Nor do you, Rain," Feather laughed.

As days and weeks passed, the storm finally disappeared, and Stormwillow was finally taken outside. Finally, at 2 moons, she was almost ready for her first bite of prey.

Feather and Rain were padding through the forest with Stormwillow. The little silver tabby was leaping from bush to bush. "The world is so big!" she chanted.

Feather let out a giggle of amusement. "Maybe one day you'll explore the world," she whispered to her kit.

Suddenly a growl erupted from the bushes. Feather, Rain, and Stormwillow froze. Black and white slithered around them.

Badgers.

It was only one, but Feather and Rain defended their young kit like true parents. Feather had leaped onto its head, only to flown off by the badger.

Many moments passed. Stormwillow watched as her mother, father, and badger all seemed to die. Horror erupted into her eyes.

"Mother? Father? Don't be dead! I know you're not dead!"

And sitting, lost in the forest, was a little silver tabby kit. The kit who lost her parents. The kit who had no family or friends. The lost, alone kit with nothing.

"I'll make you happy, Mother."

Chapter 1
Stormwillow blinked.

Her parents were gone. Dead. Never to return.

She didn't even know how to hunt! How would she survive?

She padded through the forest, hoping to find an answer to her question.

Orange fur hung on the thorns in front of her. She blinked in surprise. Why would anyone be playing near thorns?

Padding forward, she spotted a pair of toms. They were wrestling with each other. They looked like they were..a year and a half or something. They were pretty large.

She krept forward slowly, hoping to surprise one of them.

Now!

She leaped on an orange tabby.

"Get off me, kit!" he snarled, throwing her towards a rock.

"YEEOWCH!" Stormwillow yowled.

The tom that had attacked her walked up to her. "Sorry, kit," he murmured. "You look like you've had it hard."

"Creekshine!" the other tom yowled at him. "Come wrestle!"

"Sparks, come here," Creekshine called.

The other tom padded over. He pricked his ears in amusement at Stormwillow. "Why, hello youngster!" he meowed excitedly.

Stormwillow blinked at the two toms in exhaustion. "I've lost my parents," she squeaked. "They were killed by a badger."

"Whoa, whoa," Creekshine murmured. "I'm sorry, but we can't help with that, sorry." His eyes showed sadness as he crouched over the pretty silver tabby.

Stormwillow wilted, her ears bending. "Okay," she murmured sadly. She padded off, hunger starting to erupt into her belly.

Muuuuuuuuuuurrrrp.

Her belly growled. She was only two moons old! How would she survive?!? She padded away from the open area where Creekshine and Sparks were.

A new scent wafted over a few tree-lengths later. Stormwillow froze. Where was she going?!?

Growls rumbled from the bushes nearby.

She was going to die like her parents.

Chapter 2
"Get away from her!"

A strange voice yowled out through the thorns near Stormwillow. Suddenly a silver shecat leaped out, hissing. She was beautiful, her silver pelt glowing in the faint light of the sunset.

The growling stopped, and the bigger shecat crouched over Stormwillow "Hey, kit," she growled. "In case you don't know, I saved your life."

Stormwillow squealed in terror as the silver cat crouched over her. "Get away from me!" She hissed, leaping to her paws and hurtling back towards Creekshine.

She knew the silver shecat was probably not going to remember her. All she cared about was fleeing from that place! Her belly growled, and as she burst through the bushes where Creekshine and Sparks were, crow scraps lay near the two orange toms. "No prey for me?!?" She squeaked.

Creekshine lifted his head, glancing at her. "Oh, you're back," he murmured. "Sorry, but there's no prey nearby, other than these scraps. You can have those."

Stormwillow grinned, feeling relief in her belly. She bit off the rest of the crow, still hungry when she finished. "I'm still hungry," she coughed, her windpipe feeling trapped. She let out a fit of coughing, even though she felt fine.

Creekshine's eyes softened as she coughed.

TBC