This ish the story of Razorclaw and how he came to be in MoonClan.
Chapter One:
"They're beautiful." a pretty long haired ginger and white she-cat breathed. She stared down at the kits, the beautiful kits that squirmed by her belly. She admired them with a loving look, smiling.
"They certainly are, my dear." a large tom spoke, much bigger than any cat in his Clan. "They'll maake a great addition to ForestClan," he mewed, his voice deep but gentle. The muscular tom couldn't stop a smile from escaping his lips. "Especially that big brown tom. He's like me when I was smaller, Redcloud."
Redcloud nodded at the dark brown mottled tom. "What should we name them, dearest Bramblestripe?" she breathed, her voice light and song-like, gentle and welcoming. She stared down at them.
"That one. He should be called...Ghostkit. Muscular, sleek, long legged. Perfect little tom, isn't he?" Bramblestripe nudged a white tom.
"Perfect name, my lo--Ouch! That one...the big one! The huge one scratched me."Redcloud squeaked, looking at the tiny red dot by the big, handsome tom. "His claws are razor-like! We should call him Razorkit." Redcloud mewed, surprised that the wound still hurt. She looked at the kit with love and adoration, not scorn. The brown tabby kit mewled, opening his eyes.
"Oh, look! Look at his eyes, darling! Such a rare beauty! Copper!" Bramblestripe mewed, smiling. "They're beautiful." He nuzzled his mate. "I'm so proud of them."
Redcloud smiled, her eyes full of emotion. "I love them so much. So, so much."
Chapter 2:
"Hah, come on, Ghostclaw! Can't catch me!" the big brown tabby tom towered over his brother. Ghostkit was averedge sized, but Razorkit...now, he was huge! As big as an apprentice, and here he was, 4 moons old! Razorclaw dashed off, kicking dirt in his littermate's face. His mother watched them and shook her head. "Razorkit, don't play so rough! Just becaue you're bigger than him, doesn't mean you're better!"
"Yeah, mother says I was the first born!" Ghostkit mewed, puffing out his fluffy chest, amber eyes sparkling. Ghostkit smirked and dashed off. Ghostkit wasn't as strong as Razorkit--his brother was a phsical wonder-- but he was strong for a kit his age. He was definately faster than his big tabby tom brother.
"Fine. You can be leader this time, I'll be deputy." Razorkit mewed, huffing. Ghostkit smiled. "I, Ghoststar name Razor...Razorfang my new deputy!" the white tom bounded back, climbing onto a small pile of rocks warriors called "Kit Rock" since the kits liked to play around it.
"Ok! I'm going to try and kill you like Dogfang tried to kill Treestar!" Razorkit--or Razorfang-- mewed, his deep voice menacing. Redcloud winced. She never liked the thought her own father had tried to kill the ForestClan leader, but now her kits were talking about it? How did they find out? Did they even know that Dogfang was ther grandfather?
"Kits, who told you about Dogfang?" Redcloud said, trying to ask casually. Both kits scampered up to her.
"We heard Amberhaze talk to Darkclaw about it! They said poor Razorkit and Ghostkit. Why poor us?" Razorkit mewed, his eyes bright, fur ruffled and covered in dust.
"Because Dogfang is your mother's father." came a gruff growl behind them. Treestar sat on Kit Rock, tail curled neatly over his paws.
"Uncle Treestar!" Bramblestripe mewed in surprise, looking at his uncle. Treestar was getting older and older. He rarely came out of his den. Bramblestripe dipped his head, coughing at his sons, urdging them to do the same as Redcloud and him.
"Please, do not do that. You're my nephew, Bramblestripe. Plus, I think the whole 'royality' thing is overrated." mewed the dark brown tom, his yellow eyes looking into Bramblestripe's hazel ones.
The family raise their heads, only for them to be quikly lowered again as Treestar coughed, his breaths ragged and strangled. After a while of coughing, they heard a thump. They glanced up, staring in horror at the limp, lifeless body of their leader.
~~~~~~~~
"Push! Push! Mom, push!" Razorpaw cried. The final kit was born, though it was not breathing. Three kits lay by their mother's side, only two alive. "No!" Redcloud cried, lapping at the stillborn. "Wake up! Wake up!"
Bramblestripe looked away, jaw clenching. The lifeless black bundle of fur lay splayed out, now wet with Redcloud's frantic licks. "No!"
Chapter 4:
Razorpaw growled. The deputy, his mentor was growing meaner and meaner! Now that Brackenstar, Treestar's succesor had died, it was time for Darkclaw to be leader! Leaves rustled, and Darkclaw--no, star--came into the camp. His cold blue gaze rested on Gathering Rock. He lept up, grinning like a maniac. Wait, no one came back with him! There had been three cats on the journey, ad only one had returned?!
"Cats of ForestClan, I have killed Vinepool and Ivybranch! Those medicine cats were no use, begging StarClan not to gibve me my nine lives!" Darkstar growled. "NOw bow to me, or die!" Several cats dipped their heads, only some cats refusing. Tangleclaw, the oldest cat of the CLan held his head up high. "They begged StarClan not to, because you killed Brackenstar! Nine times over!" he yowled snarling. Gasps of shoch arose from the gathered cats. Tangleclaw was not the only cat who had his head raised.
Redcloud, Bramblestripe, Ghostpaw, Razorpaw and even the two one-moon old kits, Heatherkit and Blossomkit had their head high. Razorpaw glanced at his sisters wiyth worry. They were only one moon old! Did they know what was going on? Heatherkit, the short haired cinnamon calico she-cat was baring her teeth. She was the more forocious one of the sisters. Blossompaw, the violet-eyed tortishell looked into Heatherkit's aqua gaze, then back at Darkstar. Her face was blank. Blossompaw always beleived no cat could do no harm, and she was obviously struggling to beleive that.
Darkstar snarled, leaping down. With a bite to his neck, Tangleclaw fell dead, onto the ground. Darkstar moved closer to Redcloud. He unsheathed his claws and raised one paw, drawng it back. As he aimed a strike at the queen, Bramblesatripe let out a terrifying screech and lept in front of his mate. Shock pooled in Darkstar's eyes as the dark brown warrior fell, twitching, shaking in agony as blood spilled from his neck. A thin stream of blood trickled from the side of his mouth. He let out a groan and managed to splutter "Murderer" and with a gurgling sound, he lay dead, blood pooling around him.
Razrpaw froze, his breathing stopped. He stared at his father in shock. He renched his gaze off the dead cat as Darkstar raked his claws against Redcloud's face. Razorpaw woke from his horrorfied state. With a blood-curtling, ear-spliting yowl he lept forward. Now, as big as a warrior, Rzorpaw raked his claws down Darkstar's stomache, shreiking in a sickening tone, his eyes wild with rage. Darkstar flung him off, and finished off his mother. Razorpaw lept to his feet and rammed into Darkstar, knocking him aside. Heatherkit stared in shock in front of her, letting out a whimpering mewl. Razorpaw and blocked Darkstar's death blow to his little sister.
Chapter 5:
"Run!" Razorpaw shreiked at his brother. Ghostpaw carefully picked up Heatherpaw who was a little bigger than Blossompaw by her scruff. Blossompaw scrambled onto his back, and within a blink, Ghostpaw took off.
Razorpaw lept awway from Darkstar, bolting after what was left of his family. Quikly taking Blossompaw, Razorpaw get an even pace with his brother. Side by side, the young tom raced away. Slowly, snowflakes started to fall, gently drifting down.
Blossomkit squeaked in protest as she banged against Razorclaw's muscular chest. "I know, Blossomkit." the big tom mewed, gingerly lifting his head a bit more. The brothers halted, staring into a dark forest. They exchanged glances, nodded and plunged into darkness.
~~~~~~
Razorpaw padded back to the make-shift camp they had. It was a small clearing, a tree with a cave under it, a small rock with a ledge, perfect for storing prey under. He dropped the lousy mouse he managed to catch by his sisters. A moon had passed since the family fled from ForestClan. They were officially rogues. "You go out, Ghostpaw. I'll watch them," Razorclaw mewed, his voice honey-toned. His octive had grown deeper over the best moon, as he had grown, and gotten more muscular. Ghostpaw nodded and dashed off. Ghostpaw and Razorpaw hardly spoke, except for commands. The sun had just set when Razorclaw had set off, and now it was moon high. Razorpaw refused to sleep, always taking the first shift of night-watching. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his mother and father's bodies, blood gushing out of their wounds, pooring onto the ground. He always heard his father's terrifying cry, his father's last word, the gurgling sound Bramblestripe made before he died. Razorpaw sighed, and watched his sisters hungrily gobble down the mouse.
"Can wee have more?" Blossomkit mewed, looking up at Razorpaw with huge, pleading eyes. "We're so hungry."
Razorpaw shook his head. "That's all I caught. Ghostpaw's searching for more, little ones." Razorpaw mewed gently.
"But we're so hungry!" Heatherkit mewed.
"I know, little ones, I know."
Chapter 6:
Razorpaw awoke to coughing. He was about the age of a new warrior, his sisters now 3 moons. The forest was covered in a thick layer of snow, the conditions to harsh to go out in, confining the family to their tree den. Heatherkit had greencough. Blossomkit was pacing back and forth, muttering about catmint.
"How'd you know about catmint?" Razorpaw asked in alarm.
"I-I don't know." Blossomkit mewed, her intense violet eyes sparkling in confusion. The tortishell sighed. "Chickweed could replace--"
"Chickweed? Who told you about all these herbs?!" Razorpaw squeaked in surprise. "Catmint? Chickweed? Honestly, any cat would think you're the medicine cat apprentice!"
Blossomkit sighed, laying down. "Snowstorms. Hate 'em. Not even badgers come out in this weather! I hope I never see one again!"
Ghostpaw looked up. "Blossomkit, you've never seen a badger...let alone know what they are!"
"Oh. Huh." Blossompaw curled up, putting her nose, now bright red from the cold, under her paws, wrapping her tail over them.
Razorpaw sighed, whispering to Ghostpaw. "We haven't had food in a two days. If this weather keeps up, well...we'll starve!" Razorpaw murmered. "But if it comes to it, tell Blossomkit to eat me," the massive brown tabby tom mewed, trying to lighten the mood, smiling hopefully. He frowned when Ghostpaw didn't laugh--not even chuckle. Ghostpaw was normally very humorous. But with all the cold and starvation, it was enough to change any cat's mood.
What do you think of it so far?