Littlestream
Littlestream didn't really know what to think. She was heartbroken, in shock, and terrified. Yes, she had been out in the wilderness before- heck, she had even been born in the Clans! But she had been in the Twolegplace for so long she developed a good life... or so she thought.
The minute her kits were born, their father belonging to the nest next door, she was taken into the monster her twolegs often got inside of. She liked it in the monster, though she hated to admit that she was scared of it at first. Never again will she go to the Twolegplace willingly.
Never. Deep down, she hoped that RiverClan would take her back. Was Pikestar still the leader? Was Slatestripe still alive and well? Was Nightfall alive and well?
She had many questions, questions she hoped she would find the answer to soon. But would StarClan guide her back from here?
They probably weren't even protecting me in the Twolegplace. That must be why my housefolk abandoned me. My kits- oh, my poor kits... They'll never know me. And my sweet, sweet mate- oh, poor Sunnyside. She walked along the thunderpath that was most familiar to her. It was the path closest to the Clan territories.
There were a few alleyways that separated the twoleg nests, all of them dark and scary. In part, it reminded her of the stories she had heard about the Dark Forest when she was a kit. There were... shadows too. Scary shadows that she saw in the little bits of light that were provided by the thunderpath.
I must be seeing things. That's not my Sunny or his friends. Sunny wasn't a loner or rogue, but he lived outside (though during the hotter season, he was brought inside his nest).
Shaking her head, Littlestream continued walking with her head swiveling this way and that, perfectly aware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
I wonder if ShadowClan still causes problems... or if Dawnstar is still the leader. Gosh, I hope not. She was vile- then again, aren't all ShadowClan warriors that way? It must be in their genes... aggression.
She saw the shadows of the strange cats following her, they were about two fox-lengths away. Fearing she might be in trouble, Littlestream decided to cut the walk short and head closer to RiverClan territory.
I hope they'll still accept me there. Though when she started to head straight across the grass, the strangers got closer and
closer.
"Get her." was all she heard before they charged forward.
Ah, crap! She didn't recognize them before, but now that they were in the direct moonlight, with her now facing them bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, she knew who they were. One day, when Sunny and Littlestream got into an argument, he had been jumped by this same group. Her brave mate had managed to fight one off on his own, but without the proper training and endurance, he struggled to hold the other two off. That's when she had come in and helped him fight the intruders (they were scavenging through twoleg trash on Sunnyside's territory) off. They sustained injuries, of course, just like any cat would in battle. Both were taken to the twoleg medicine cat and attended to promptly.
The three rogues quickly blocked her way back toward the twolegplace, looking at her with their menacing eyes. She quickly unsheathed her claws and prepared for battle, though it was most definitely her that would lose.
"Haven't I told you to stay clear of warriors?"
They gave each other a look of confusion, but anger replaced it soon after.
"Look, queenie, you helped Sunnyside keep us from eating food that we rightfully found."
"You did not own that food. Sunnyside's twolegs did. He was defending his territory, just as he should have-"
"Says who? Those idiots in the stars? Whaddo you call them again, uh... Sky... Star- StarClan? In case you haven't noticed we don't believe in that crap like you do. If they were as great as you claimed them to be to your oh-so-lovely-Sunny, they would have been merciful on us rogues."
Tch. Typical... of course rogues would have no idea how StarClan functions. Littlestream snorted and cast a quick glance at the other two rogues, who were flanking her. As soon as they found themselves close enough, the rogues attacked all at once. Littlestream fought the best she could, tearing at every bit she could reach of any pelt that crossed her vision. In such a flurry, it was really hard to tell who it was exactly she was fighting tooth and claw against.
Every so often, about a mouse-length of time, the rogues landed a blow. She soon became dazed, resorting to yowling at the top of her lungs either to attract attention or deafen the ears that belonged to such brutes. Without much surprise, the rogues flinched and backed off just long enough for Littlestream to run desperately toward her birth Clan. Her legs ached and she wanted nothing but the feeling of a companion at this moment. That and... a safe space to go. One that would defend her in the event the rogues decided to follow.
I doubt they will... they're cowards as much as they don't think so.
Her vision grew blurry, exhaustion crossing with blood and tears. My, had her pain tolerance been lacking as of late. Then again, it wasn't common for any cat to take on three others at once, not even in the Clans! Feeling her front left leg start to grow weak from the pain and exhaustion, she slowed down to a walk and collapsed into a ball of tears.
StarClan, please... please guide me to my home. And please- I don't know if you'll listen, but please keep Sunnyside and my kits safe from those awful, awful things in the twolegplace.
Littlestream Smoothes a Jagged Slate Rock
