A Lion Calls

A Lion Calls

A Warrior Cats parody of A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

This Belongs To A Snivy's Feather

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Moonhigh. There's a lion outside ThunderClan camp. It's not the one from Thornpaw's nightmare. But it wants the most dangerous thing of all from him.

It wants the truth.

A Lion Calls

The lion always shows up at moonhigh. Thornpaw was awake when it came. He'd had the nightmare again. Over and over continuously for moons. The one with screeching and darkness and wind. The one with the slipping of claws grabbing onto pelt. The one that always ended with death - "Leave me alone," Thornpaw hissed into the dark apprentice's den, pushing the nightmare away from his thoughts. "Right now." Thornpaw glanced outside from his nest. Moonhigh. He had training later. Thornpaw hadn't told any cat about his nightmare - not his mother Nightsplash, not his mentor Eagleclaw, not his father, no. His father was in ShadowClan, for StarClan's sake! No one needed to know about the nightmare. Creak. Thornpaw stopped. He heard the sound of a light moan, as if something was resting noisily. Was it coming from the warriors' den? Was it Nightsplash? Thornpaw stood up and padded out of the den. Then he heard it. "Thornpaw." Someone was calling him.

"What?" Thornpaw hissed. He walked out to the clearing in camp. The meow sounded like a roar - a voice with quality to it. "Thornpaw." There it was again. "What do you want?" Thornpaw hissed into the air. No way he was gonna believe that the air was talking to him. Then he spied the stone lion outside camp. Legend was that it was carved out from the wall by StraClan - a gift to show that ThunderClan was favoured by StarClan. Then it happened. The stone lion turned golden, like Thornpaw was, but without dark brown flecks. Its mane seemed to be made out of rays of the sun, and it had large, amber eyes. Which were staring right back at Thornpaw. "Thornpaw," the lion hissed. "I have come to get you." Thornpaw would've run. But he didn't. He wasn't even scared. "Come and get me then, you big mouse-brain," Thornpaw hissed.

"What did you call me?" the lion demanded. "Mouse-brain," Thornpaw repeated. The lion roared and hooked Thornpaw up on a claw, as he realized how big the lion actually was. It was as tall as the Great Oak. "Roar all you want!" Thornpaw screeched. "I've seen worse!" The lion put Thornpaw down. "You aren't scared, aren't you?" the lion asked in its majestic voice. "Do I look like I am?" Thornpaw retorted. "You will be very soon," the lion roared. And Thornpaw woke up remembering the talons of the lion raking into his pelt.

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