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The Welcome Committee (short story)
Bloomwhisker flinched back, blocking his throat. But it quickly dawned on him that the scenery had changed. No longer did he have Fringesong lunging at him, he was alone in a forest rank with the scent of blood. The trees were massive, littered with countless claw marks with roots the size of Bloomwhiskerâs head twisting out of the ground like gnarled fangs.
He was surrounded by a cluster of sharp-edged boulders. He could feel them beneath his paws, rough and scraping even though he barely moved. Puddles of crimson-red mudâor what he hoped was mudâfilled the hollow gaps in the stone.
As everything set in, sights, and sounds, and feeling, Bloomwhisker realized where he was. It wasnât long after that that a tune reached his ears, a sing-song whistle like birdsong, only with a strange slowness, and as if the tongue was snagging in all the wrong places. It made Bloomwhiskerâs hair stand rigid along his suddenly very icy spine.
He whipped around in time to see two surprisingly small warriorsâapprentices?--leap onto one of the boulders. They stood in such a way that Bloomwhisker wasnât entirely sure that one wasnât the shadow of the other, movements so synchronized it made him dizzy. But one was spotted brown and black with yellow eyes, and the other was dark with a darker back and some spots, with blue eyes surrounding slitted pupils so intense that they had Bloomwhisker backing up until his back hit the wall of another large rock.
He jumped away when laughter sounded above him. He whipped around and saw a she-cat, definitely older than the two, but very similar in appearance to the black-and-white cat. Her eyes were multicoloured, one of them icy like the dark cat.
She raised her chin into the air and sniffed, shaking her head while smiling. âItâs been too long since Iâve smelled such terror, and weâve only just started talking. Take it in, girls, youâll miss it when itâs gone.â
That only served to make Bloomwhiskerâs heart thump harder. He turned again, to the side this time, and slipped on one of the puddles.Â
âGraceful,â a new voice chimed in. Bloomwhisker looked up, eyes bulging out of his thrumming skull. A brown tom with lighter forelegs stood on the highest rock, standing with his pads on the pointed stone as if it didnât bother him at all.
âIâuhm, uhâŚâ This was a trick, a joke. Bloomwhisker knew what to expect, Nettlefrog had warned him. âWhereâs Ferndoe?â The kind she-cat. She was supposed to meet him, she meets everyone.
âSorry, spotty,â the tom grinned. âWeâre the welcome committee today.â
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--Thereâs no way Myrtle will just stop killing. But killing cats in Starclan, though heâs done before, is way too complicated, and he canât do it often. If he kills soemone in the Dark Forest, cats throw a fit.
But if he kills someone new, too new for anyone to really be bothered by it beyond disgruntled annoyance? Most cats here are murderers, after all--theyâre not going to be shocked by more murder.
--Aw, and look! He decided to bring his daughter and grandkits! He does kill with others, it was just their time today. Scab and Blight are young apprentices at this time.
--Yes, Fallen questions why sheâs so evil, but she still does evil things.
--Bloomwhiskerâs story is very vague, all I know is that they and another friend, Nettlefrog, were doing evil stuff at the same time. Nettlefrog died first and was visited by Ferndoe before going into Bloomwhiskerâs dreams and telling him about it.Â
Thatâs why Bloomwhisker expecting Ferndoe to greet him.
--Bloom is spotted, which is why heâs called âspotty.â
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Duckkit (short story)
âI thought you said you told her,â Fleathistle sighed as he stopped beside Fungichomp. His shoulders slumped.
âI did,â Fungichomp responded. He didnât need to ask who Fleathistle was talking about.
âWere you clear enough?â Fleathistle asked. He indicated with his tail toward the clearing entrance, where Duckkit was watching excitedly as parents were beginning to retrieve their kits. âShe still expects them to take her home.â
âSheâs two moons old, Fleathistle,â Fungichomp pointed out roughly, the terrible situation making him easily irritated. âI told her that her mother and father died, that they canât come back, that she wonât see them again, everything. I thought she understood. She cried for the rest of the day, no one could console her. But then it was as if she forgot that she was ever told anything, and just kept asking when her mommy or daddy were coming, or if they were coming soon. I donât know how many more of those questions I can take. I know I canât tell her a tenth time that her parents are dead. Sheâs so innocent.â
Fleathistle bristled. âThey both just died? You believe that? Maybe someone did something. I wouldnât put it past Myrtlewing, or those twins.â
âI wouldnât either,â Fungichomp agreed, remembering when Scabpaw and Blightpaw were under his care, and shuddered. âBut Clawbear saw it, and heâs a terrible liar. The ground was too dark to tell grass from cliff. She fell, he tried to grab herâŚ.it was a tragedy. Funny. We should be used to those by now.â
Fleathistle slumped to the ground. âWhat do we say, then?â
Fungichomp shook his head, feeling utterly lost. âI donât know what we can say that she will remember. Looking for oneâs parents is an innate instinct hard to ignore, especially for a kit that doesnât understand death. All she knows is that her parents leave her here when they need to, and that they pick her up when business is finished. She justâŚshe canât understand why theyâre not picking her up.â
As he spoke, they watched Duckkit. Her tail had stuck up eagerly, bouncing around the parents as she searched them for a familiar pelt. Gradually, her smile faded. She sat heavily, and once again, tears began to well in her eyes.
âIâll talk with her,â Fleathistle offered, rising.Â
âThank you,â Fungichomp told him. But sorrow continued to weigh in his chest like a frozen stone. He had had kits in his care without parents before, but never before had one been with him after their parents had died. What was he to do, now?
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--both Fungi and Flea belong to @wills-woodland-warriors
--Flea and Myrtle, and I think Fungi are on good terms, but with the situation, their tense. Also..reasonable to not put it past Myrtle.
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