Tornclaw: Hoping For Mercy

This is the second movie of Spy Torture, starring HIMG's cat, Tornclaw!'' Enjoy! <3'

Tornclaw
When the Tribe came after GorseClan, I had hope in me for StarClan. When the Tribe took me from GorseClan, I still had hope. But when I was imprisoned for four months by the tribe, I lost hope.

I was a young warrior in GorseClan when the attack happened. It had happened so fast, a clawhold on my shoulders, then dragged off. I remember having a mate. She was about to have kits whenI lost her. But at that time, I thought StarClan would still help.

Then everything began to fall around me. The Clans accused the Tribe for breaking rules, and the Peace broke up. The Peace was my only hope of making friends. And still, I had hope in me.

But that last act, the one where I was thrown in prison for crimes I didn't do... I lost hope. All I could do was beg that they would have mercy...

~*~

It was dark, and stormy night. "Stormwind! Stormwind!"

"Rushingfire! Help!"

The tom glanced terrified as his mate was clinging onto a tree, trying to hang on. "Don't move, Stormwind!" The she-cat puffed as she draped herself onto the tree. "Rushingfire, the kits are coming!"

The orange tom yowled in frustration as the wind tore at his skin, throwing him off-balance. "Stormwind!" He shrieked as she tumbled from the tree.

At that moment, an image flashed through Rushingfire's eyes.

"Stormwind... Don't go!"

"I'm so sorry... Rushingfire... Take care of my kit..."

''"No!" Rushingfire sobbed as Stormwind died as the storm itself blew on. "Stormwind!" He howled. Rushingfire sobbed as the winds continued to blow on, and Bramblefur laid her tail across Rushingfire's shoulders.''

"Let us hope that StarClan will have mercy on your kit."

Rushingfire screamed inside. He would not let this happen to Stormwind. He raced forward, and latched onto Stormwind's shoulder. The queen gasped as her stomach tensed. "Where's Bramblefur?" Stormwind shrieked.

Rushingfire dashed back to the wind-swept camp, desperate to save his mate. "Bramblefur!"

"Here!"

Together, the two GorseClan cats raced back to Stormwind. "We're too late..." Bramblefur gasped, horrified. "Stormwind!" Rushingfire yowled his loss to the sky.

Stormwind lay on the ground, one kit suckling at her belly. "Rushingfire... I'm so sorry... Please take care of him..."

"No..." It was like his vision. "No! Stormwind!" He yowled as his beloved mate died. "Stormwind..."

Bramblefur whispered. "StarClan, please have mercy on this kit..."

The story of Tornclaw had only just begun.

"Tornkit!"

"Yeah?"

"Come down from that tree!"

"Yes, Echosilver."

Tornkit obediently climbed down, feeling remorse as he scrambled down the tree. "Why can't I climb it?" He whimpered. "It's too dangerous." Echosilver nudged Tornkit, checking for scratches.

He knew that his mother had died falling from a tree in the storm the night he was born, but that didn't mean he was afraid of trees. He also knew that Bramblefur hadn't gotten to Stormwind in time to save her. Nor did Rushingfire.

Bramblefur had died one moon after the storm in an outbreak of greencough. The old medicine cat had an apprentice, Snowpaw, who didn't manage to save the medicine cat. The loss still affected the Clan.

Rushingfire had left GorseClan. He felt that he had to kep moving to reduce the pain of losing his mate. Tornkit didn't even remember Rushingfire anymore, but he knew that his father was once a great warrior, but was broken when Stormwind died.

Now, Tornkit was nursed by Echosilver who nurtured him and cared for his like he was her kit. His "siblings", Firekit and Silverkit played like bulls. They rammed each other while toppling into the fresh-kill pile and crashing into other warriors. Tornkit didn't like to play with them.

"Go enjoy some fun." Echosilver whispered. "Go play with Firekit and -"

"No!" Tornkit wailed. "All they do is ram into each other and hurting each other. They hate me anyways!" His voice rose into a shirl wail.

"No." Echosilver soothed. "They don't hate you. Their just a moon older, and they play more roughly. And since you don't play with them, they aren't used to you. Go on."

Tornkit's foster mother nudged him forward. "I don't want to." He wailed, sitting down stubbornly.