Chapter One: Faded Memories

 Stay away from the clans! Forever! The words still echoed in my ears, and I growled to myself. I remembered that night, when my mother was attacked. She died from her wounds to next day, and me and my brother and sister both had to fend for ourselves. After a while we split up, I was on my own. I did see them both every once and a while. Our hatred for one certain group of cats still shone in our eyes. I wanted Revenge. But there was a pang of grief in my heart, for my lost mother. I tried to remember her name. Being a rouge, we don't use names that often. But I think her name was Robin. Yeah, that's it. My brother was Stone, and he was all gray with amber eyes. He reminded me of our father, the way Robin used to describe him. Me and my sister were both black cats, just like our mother. She had father's amber eyes, and I had Mother's Icy blue. In fact, her name was Amber. And it was my name I remembered the least, though it was buried in my mind somewhere.
   Let see, let see. It was close to Hazel..... oh yeah! That's right, it was Haze. I'm Haze. I realized that I was standing there next to a stream, and seeing my reflection, my face was blank with concentration. I rolled my eyes, splashing through it, my head still filled with faded memories.
   Suddenly I pricked my ears. It was time to hunt. I crouched down, taking in all the scents and sounds of the forest. A leaf fluttering in the breeze, squirrels flitting through the trees, chittering to one another, and fain t russeling. I pinpointed that sound, drawing my self closer, and saw a flash of brown fur. I flattened my ears, and disguised my shape, then pounced. Fixed squarley in my paws, the mouse went limp when I sunk my teeth into it. It tasted good, not as sqrawny as the recent leaf-bare that had just decsended into the warmth of new-leaf. I growled in satisfaction, and after finishing off the mouse I went on in the direction I was traveling.  
          Looking out for danger. The danger, you ask? We are at their border right now. The border of the enemy's territory. The border that seperates us loners and rouges, from those savage group of cats that call themselves a clan. I found some information from other lone cats, and they said many things. Some said that they were weak and soft cats, all used to be kittypets. I snorted at that. Kittypets? Yeah, right, I saw them up close. And there were manys stories that described them to be as big as tigers, or that they hunt foxes for fresh-kill. But they were all lies. I'm big enough now to take at least one of them on, and I know it. But I know I can't fight them. Not yet. I will avenge my mother's death, but I needed to be stronger. I'm gonna run into a pit of adders, headfirst and try to come back unbitten.
                                        ~  ♣  ~
    I sat at the border, gazing at the clan's territory. I bit back a growl rising from my throat, turning away and ran. Being around there made me reckless. It gave me the scars that criss-crossed across me pelt. It was from them. Each time I had to run, my pelt stained with blood. I knew that I needed to get bigger and stronger. But I'm going to devise a plan. A big one. Those ruffians won't call me a little kit anymore. I know they won't. Someday.
     The bushes on the other side trembled, and three cats came out. They stalked to the border line, the two bigger cats exchanging amused glances. I felt the fur along my spine rise. The lead cat chuckled.
    "Well look who it is, the little kit warrior." he sneered. The other cat gazed at him with amber eyes. "He looks apprentice-sized." she commented. The first cat rolled his eyes. "As if." he retorted.
    "I'm not a kit!" I spat. "And I haven't crossed the border!" I added. "Why don't you just leave me alone?!?" I growled. The lead warrior walked, practically standing on the border, towering over me. And I looked up at him, a challenge in my icy blue eyes.
  He raised him paw and landed a blow right to my chest, making me roll backwards. I got back up, my teeth bared in a snarl. "But you almost crossed the border." the cat growled. And if you did, you'd be crowfood right now. He gazed at the third cat, smaller than the other two, but a little older than me. She was black and white with green eyes, and she gazed at me with uncertainty. Her tail flicked, as if to warn me of something.
   Go she mouthed, but I didn't. "Why don't we teach this kit-warrior a lesson, again." he jeered and motioned forward the black and white she-cat. "Briarpaw, do the honors." he said.  Briarpaw. That was an apprentice name, I have heard that they ended in 'paw'.
 She gazed at me with a reluctant look, and then leaped onto my back. And I yowled.

(That's it! If there are 3 comments at least, I will make chapter two! Stay tuned!)
   

Prolouge

      "Run! Go!" a black she-cat told her kits, but they were trembling, too scared to move. The enemy was gaining on her, and a strike of lighting lit up the sky, and the cats were shown clearly.
   A group of battle-fit warriors, with scars crisscrossed  along their pelts and their eyes bloodthirsty. Their long, curled claws gleamed. Trees whipped in the breeze, making it hard to see clearly. And the kits strained to keep sight of their mother, who was leading the angry cats away from them. They stared at each other, fright in their eyes, their wind-battered pelts fluffed up against the storm.
    "Mama!" one of the kits cried out, but the sound of it never reached her. One of them fell asleep, and when the other kits tried to wake her up, her fur was cold. They ran under the shelter of a tree, each of them finally snapping out of their daze. Then one of them spotted a flash, and they pointed it out to one another.
   "What happened?" one asked. "Is that mother?" another one called out. It was hard to see her in the forest of night, where all the scary things were shrouded in darkness. Then they saw thier mother was pinned down, by one of the scary cats. His claws dug into her pelt, the ground puddles already tinted red.
     "I'm sorry! I didn't know!" the black she-cat pleaded. The tom pinning her down snorted in amusement.
"You didn't know, huh? There's a border! Just don't cross it!" He growled in her face. Her face was pressed to the ground. "I won't ever do it again, I swear!" she promised. One of the other cats came up to him, a slender light brown tabby. He touched the dark tom's shoulder with her tail. "Just let her go, Grasseyes." she whispered, and he backed off the black she-cat.
   "Fine" he growled to her. "But consider this your last and final warning." he said, and then stepped closer, getting nose to nose. "But if you ever cross our borders again." he said. "That's be the last this you even do." then he flinched closer, making her back up, and run towards the tree where her kits were, gathering them up. "Stay away for the clans." Grasseyes yowled. "Forever"

Yeah, about that

That was......... something wasn't it? Yeah, I don't kill anyone at all, if you thought I did, I don't. I do that whatever o clock at night, so I'm all tired and stuff. But hey, i keep it up there.

Rap part two

1. Take one step
2. and then the other
3. there's no room
4. for one or the other
5. one will live
6. and one will fall
7. maybe it's not you
8. after all
9. afraid, afraid
10. that you won't make it
11. sleep, sleep
12. you will fake it
13. find your friend
14. who's in the dark
15. shoot your arrow
16. don't miss your mark
17. in your aim
18. you made a claim
19. to kill the other
20. then the body you cover
21. and throw in the lake
22. not knowing what's in stake
23. you drive for days
24. till the memories fade
25. but they come back
26. and cycle around
27. evidence you left
28. has been found
29. run, run, from your neighbors
30. only you can be your savior
31. don't come to me
32. There's no place to hide
33. if your in sight where I can see
34. there's no safety inside
35. anywhere, everywhere,
36. where ever you go
37. somewhere, nowhere
38. can't afford to be slow
39. when the end comes
40. I will be there
41. though it is not cause of me
42. that your frighteningly scared.
43. Your friend, remember?
44. that one you killed so?
45. that  sort of family member
46. that followed where you'd go
47. he haunts you, he haunts you
48. in your sleep, in your dreams
49. silently waiting
50. for you to lean
51. forward and falling
52. into deep sleep
53. creatures and darkness
54. nightmares, I mean
55. your friend is still there
56. that vengeful young soul
57. though he's not alive
58. he's angry you know
59. he's angry at, you
60. for what you had done
61. he wants revenge
62. and he's gonna have fun
63. it will start out simple
64. in that nightmare-ish theme
65. then there will be stuff
66. that will make you scream
67. then he will come
68. where your awake, too
69. he knows your greatest fear
70. everything that scares out
71. that is a strength
72. you mustn't forget
73. the deed is already done
74. the trap has been set.
75. cry, cry
76. watch the clock
77. die, die
78. tick tok, tick tok
79. think of the ways
80. that you'd really die
81. not actually laughing
82. and just saying goodbye
83. it's not that easy
84. not too blood-free as that
85. maybe your eyes will be
86. scratched out by a cat
87. then you'd be blind
88. even better, you'd be dead
89. then I'd say to myself
90. 'hey Delaney, well said."
91. cuz I'm helping him
92. bring your dead body in
93. and they think it was from
94. another killer
95. because that's what they are, dumb.
96. make your death seem
97. as easy as can be
98. let your blood run
99. your pains looks like fun
100. boy I'm a sadist
101. but thank god
102. that you didn't make it

"Slurred Speech/Rap" (warning! Cuss word AND bad imagery)

Ssssommetimes don't you wanna curl up and die? gah. Woullllldddnn't you hate to runnnnn, and hhave no place to hide?

 

Everythinggsssssslowing down......... erggggghhh I can fffeel my heart ssssstarting to pound.....

 

Leeetttt the blood flooow, you don't havvvve to go........

 

Fuck it letssssss get through thisssss, even though you or me cant do ittttt

 

Donnnn't mind me, I'mmmmmmm not happy, you can seeeeeeee

 

not pissed offfffff, not mad with a coughhhh.

 

disease kicks in...... it's not a game you can winnn

 

1. head is pounding                                                                
2. on the door                     
3. ur passed out
4. splayed on the floor
5. call the ammmmbulence                                                       
6. call the copsssss
7. and you neeed to
8. get the mop
9. head aches, head aches
10. though sharp features
11. bleeding, bleeding
12. on the bleachers
13. crowd is cheering
14. they don't care
15. don't know it's
16. messed up in there
17. vision cloudy
18. sight is doubty
19. it's all ruined
20. you had a shoe in
21. to make it better
22. don't write me a letter
23. Head is spinnin'
24. round and round
25. hit the ground
26. without a sound
27. pain, pain
28. pouring down like rain
29. untill it fades..
30. sunnydays...
31. never come
32. it's always numb
33. fassster, fassster
34. you ssssspinning masster
35. circlin' , circlin'
36. in the air
37. people tellin' ya
38. life isn't fair
39. kill yourself
40. to make it fun
41. punch youself
42. make your nose run
43. with blood blood,
44. mixed with mud
45. spread all on your face
46. at the point of a gun
47. throw up throw up
48. everytime you eat
49. think of it as
50. your special treat
51. blasting blasting
52. through the speakers
53. squeaking squeaking
54. with your sneakers
55. spilling red
56. all on the floor
57. you got the mop?
58. well we need more
59. faces faces
60. through the crowds
61. everyone
62. yelling 'touchdown'
63. falling falling
64. down a cliff
65. calling calling
66. you need a lift?
67. that's too bad
68. and just to sad
69. it's your turn
70. to feel the burn
71. dancin', dancin'
72. though the fields
73. prancin' prancin'
74. don't you yield
75. Stabbed to death
76. loss of breath
77. some form on cancer
78. killed by a dancer
79. head cracked open
80. swallow a token
81. choke it down
82. shhhh don't make a sound
83. murdered, murdered
84. bloody as can be
85. flashes, flashes
86. all that you can see
87. changes changes
88. running through the air
89. trippin' trippin'
90. running up the stairs
91. life ain't lasting
92. don't abuse it
93. it's slipping away
94. whoops! you loose it!
95. front door opens
96. and the back one closed
97. bruises cover
98. from head to toe
99. oh hey look
100. it's time to go
101. it's the end
102. so bye my 'friend'

The story

For those of you wondering where the story I posted went, It's relocated to my new blog, Untold stpryies!

http://warriors-untold-stories.blogspot.com/

Have you always wondered what happeend in the gap of time between some of the warrior's books. How exactaly had Rainwhisker died? What happened when Jaykit, Hollykit, and Lionkit had been born? Or maybe even what happened to Hollyleaf after she 'dissapeared' in the tunnels? That's the stories I'm going to type. The untold stories.

Blogger

Hello, Blogging community and all who are in it. I just wanna talk about an important topic that at one point in our lives has surfaced in all our minds. And that is the topic of blogging.

Now, I remember how I came to blogger. Looking for warriors facts, and coming upon Sorrelpaw's blog. And then the first clan I joined was Featherclan. Back when Olive Tree had a clan. Who is actually back, by the way.

But, it's been almost a year since I came to blogger. And in reality, it's done either very, very good things, and very, very bad things. Now of course, the good things are especially meeting some awesome blogging people. And by that Dawnblaze, Ember, Dreamstar, and Goldenstream, who were once a good circle of Blogging friends, each in different locations that came together and made something. Rippleclan. And Petalstar, Ur awesome too don't you forget.  Anyways, Sadly, Goldenstream left us, and I regret what had happened then. And sometimes I feel our little blogging circle is becoming more that of a square, with separate sides and sharp edges.

The blogging world has opened me up to many knew things, opened my mind. But that's the problem. There are things that blogging has done, and has taken it's toll on me. Blogger is where I feel the most emotion. Which is sad. But blogger has bad emotions. Fights, gang-ups, Anonymous comments, betrayal, and just plain cyber-bullying. You know that some people Commit Suicide because of Cyber Bullying? I know if some things go to far it might happened to me, too. What happens to me is that I almost feel as if I'm slowly losing my mind. Whether it's from staring sat a screen most of the day, or the stinging tears blogging has left. Blogging is sometimes horrible. It's an addiction. The worse punishment my dad has ever thought for me was taking away Blogger from me, and I was Horrified.

I know there would be few of those people who would miss me, and I am grateful. I am glad that I have made a Positive impact in the people of blogger. Thank you, people out there who are reading this and nodding. But anyways. I've definitely stuck up for my friends bunches of times, and so have they for me. We fight the wars of blogger against many issues, create a protective barrier that lets nothing unwanted through, Though it is painful. Words do hurt, those are your virtual sticks and stones.

Grades: Are going down. I do less of my homework, more of this 'Blogger'. I'm not blaming anyone but Myself, but sometimes, a lot, I am too weak. I will give in. even though some of you know me as a tough person. And don't go on thinking to yourself  'WellI didn't say that.... ' cuz it's not you, then, I'm talking about you. I used to be good at math, and now I suck. The other subjects will soon follow, I predict. I don't know, I think people come on more during the summer. Or do they? Why don't they go outside, ride a bike, go for a walk, something. Should I come on more during the summer? Then there's the thought of "More then you already were, Delaney? Not possible!" And I scoff along with that. How can I come on more, if I have Reached my Maximum limit? The answer to that question is, well, 3.14, etc, as Petalstar states about Pie.

Though, as you can see how much I put my life, what ever's left of it, into blogger, it still doesn't help. My blogs are pretty popular, with Briarclan almost having 50 members. But There are blogs better then that, blogs that make my blog look small on this 'blogging ladder' if you want to call it that. It knocks me down. I feel like I'm at the bottom rung. If my life is my Efforts, and my efforts make my blogs worthless, does that make life worthless? My life? Yours? Yes. No. And sometimes. Yes, in a literal way. No, in a more spiritual way. And Sometimes in a more figurative way, a hidden message within the sentence, in other words.

Sometimes, it makes me take my emotions and hate and pain and anger out on some of these people on the top rungs of blogger. I feel as if it's right. Though, it's not their fault. They probably worked even harder then me. But what it mostly is, is life works alongside some people, and sometimes it's sits there, doing nothing, but watching from a distance.

-Delaney