Warning: This story is rated extreme+++, because it's gorey in many areas, and some of the scenes can be very disturbing. (Ex: Suicide, Kitcide etc.) If you are easily scared, I would not read this story. If you enjoy this story, and want to read the original (which will be extra extreme) please go here.
When Flashwing wakes up with no memories but of her own name, she is unsure of everything. She knows there must be more to life than being a kittypet, but nothing is able to jog her memory. At least until Duke, a fierce brown tom, moves in, and Flashwing knows that the only way to survive now, is to escape.
Flashwing- white she-cat with dark ginger patches
Duke- large brown tom with huge claws and menacing amber eyes
Ember- black she-kit
Roseanna- russet she-cat
Georgie- ginger tom
Chelsie- brown and russet kittypet
Creekstar- black she-cat
Dreamleaf- creamy white she-cat
Sparrowwhisker- brown tabby tom
Screepaw- gray tom
Streamheart- gray she-cat
"Streamheart! Take Flashwing and Screepaw hunting!" Mewed Sparrowwhisker.
Streamheart nodded to the deputy, Sparrowwhisker. "Come on!" She mewed, as she passed Dreamleaf. Flashwing followed her, dragging her apprentice. "Come on Screepaw!" Flashwing mewed to the apprentice. The gray tom dragged his paws. "Why?"
Flashwing ignored him. He needs to learn that just because's he's Creekstar's son, doesn't mean he can slack off.
The three cats left the tunnels that they made their camp in, and reached a small grove near twoleg-place. Flashwing smelled an odd scent, but shook it off. It's nothing. She told herself. Nothing at all.
"Do you hear that?" Mewed Streamheart. Her gray ears flickered.
Flashwing mewed, 'I smelt something, but I thought we were just on edge from Quickpelt's death."
Streamheart nodded, but her pelt bristled. Flashwing shuddered. Something's not right.
And she was right. At that moment, Flashwing stepped straight into a thick cage. It shut right behind her. She turned around. "Help!"
"Screepaw! Go find Creekstar!" Mewed Streamheart, and the apprentice scurried off.
The last thing Flashwing remembered before she balcked out, was the paniced face of Streamheart.