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The vision had come on unexpectedly. It had closed in on Frostedpaw's senses, his eyes, his nose, his ears. He saw the territories, all of them, and at first it was normal. But then his eyes caught sight of something new. Large, thick black roots rising from the ground, crawling onto the ground, shadows pouring from them. Terrifying shadows, shadows like the tides of the ocean. It swallowed the territories like a starving beat, eating them up until they were no more than inky blackness. He could hear the faint screams of the cats below him. They were drowning, being pulled under.
And then it was over. He was back in camp, laying on the ground, eyes wide and fur on end. What was that? He trembled where he lay, his breath heavy. What had just happened? Why did that happen? What did it mean? Questions soared across his mind, too quick to catch and too jumbled to make sense of.
Frostedpaw got to his paws, willing them to still, and shook out his fur. He could think of no excuse as to what he just saw or why, and if he was the only one.
Duskpaw watched Frostedpaw through narrowed distrustful eyes or at least at first. In SunClan it was believed that they were superior over all clans so if there was anyone he could trust to not be a corruptor it was his clan mates. Duskpaw was an older apprentice and no doubt would be made a warrior soon, but in front of the entire clan Foxstar admitted that Duskpaw's father wasn't his real father. That his real family was in Renegade Regime who not soon after SunClan attacked as his own mom, his real mom murdered one of Foxstar's lives. He felt as though the entire clan hated him and he was probably right, but he had no idea. Darkcomplex was still his dad, but knowing that his own leader had lied to him and was now kidnapped thanks to his real mom. He didn't really know how to feel, but this vision took his mind off of wondering how many cats were staring at him. Because tonight Frostedpaw was staring at him for another reason.
"I think it's about Dark Forest cats. Think about it, every religion has the same bad place, I bet they're out to get revenge on all of us," Duskpaw said, but soon his turquoise eyes moved over the sleeping apprentices around them. He gestured with his head towards the exit and began to move towards it deciding it was better to talk about the vision away from others. Especially in a nosy clan like SunClan where everyone loved gossip about anyone.
Frostedpaw turned towards Duskpaw, an older apprentice whom he hadn't much talked to before. The white tom listened to him, kind of intrigued with his theory. Dark forest cats? He rolled the idea around, contemplating it for a few seconds. What could they really do? They were spirits, psychical in their own world but not this one, right?
"The dark forest? But--they're dead cats, they're not psychical." He gave a hum of fake laughter, for no particular reason, and ran his tongue over his paw. He had to keep his act up, no way was he letting Duskpaw know he was still scared from the vision. "Plus, why would they send a vision to two apprentices? Why not Littlebird? Or any other leader?" He questioned, keeping his tone cold and low. Frostedpaw was still trying to make sense of it all.
"What do we do now? Should we talk to Littlebird?"
(I'm really crossing my fingers that Frostedpaw's warrior name is Frostedflakes or Frostedpebbles xD)
"Look, you know how half of my siblings moved to DayClan? They told me that every apprentice in DayClan can see spirits until they become warriors, then they stop seeing them completely. I think maybe we're just at an age that enables us to see what the older cats can't. And... I don't know about Littlebird. I know I'm on thin ice and I'm being looked at as a suspect right now for what happened to Foxstar. I can't help, but be a little worried that if Littlebird thinks that we're lying she's going to put us on initiate duties for moons. And I'm so close to getting my warrior name."
He looked back at the other tom and gave his chest fur a few licks trying to cool off the guilt he felt inside before his dark brown face looked the other way, "I guess that does sound pretty cowardly. And I don't want to get my warrior name sooner just because I didn't take any chances so maybe you're right."
He was conflicted and it would have shown in his eyes if he didn't turn his face opposite to Frostedpaw. He looked back at the other apprentice and realized for the first time that he was older in this situation and actually had to do the right thing and not have anyone force him to do it. Once again he gestured with his head towards Littlebird's den and began to head over. It seemed to be a trait he was used to doing, gesturing instead of saying anything out loud.
(Oh what’s that? Gotta go change his name now? What? Yeah, meet Frostedflakes, the coolest dude.)
Frostedpaw nodded, for once paying full attention. Yes, he had heard, but he didn’t want to distrust this apprentice without any evidence. That’d be unfair, and Frostedpaw was all about fairness. “Are you sure? I mean—it means something! She has to believe the both of us.” He reasoned, his tail beginning to lash. “Yeah, it’s s not cowardly. We have to at least give it a shot, Duskpaw.” He paced, the vision swarming his thoughts. “Unless we wait a bit, just a bit, to see if there is another one. We could tell her at dawn?” The white tom shook out his thick white fur, as a crawling sensation had spread onto his skin. It felt like he was being watched, observed with a deadly eye. “If she doesn’t believe us, we’ll make her.”
"Okay..." Duskpaw agreed and began to head over to Littlebird's den.
Right when Frostedpaw was going to follow he could feel teeth catch him along the back of his nape pulling him back. A cat white as a ghost was pulling him away from camp. His eyes were red and his fur spiky. Duskpaw must have noticed because he had turned on his toes and was turning back to help Frostedpaw, but Frostedpaw would be able to see out of the corner of his vision another cat not of SunClan lurking nearby, its eyes fastened on Duskpaw.
He went to follow Duskpaw, but the feeling of being watched intensified so much so that he turned his head to look behind him. A cat, ghost-white, was there. It reached its head forward and, before Frostedpaw could get away, dug its teeth into his neck, dragging him away. He squirmed and lashed out, but nothing worked as he was dragged. "Duskpaw?" He called out, maybe a cry for help, maybe a cry to see if the other apprentice was okay. "Get away!" He screeched, flailing his limbs. He was being dragged right out of SunClan camp.
The toms red eyes locked onto Duskpaw's. The grip on Frostedpaw was released as Duskpaw barreled right through the ghostly tom and out the other side of him. Duskpaw's nose wrinkled, his dead gaze absent of any emotions of bewilderment or fear. In the moment his only objective was making sure Frostedpaw was safe and whatever that thing was, it was born lucky he wasn't able to touch it. Duskpaw tilted his head back letting out what started as a loud howl to make enough noise to wake the whole camp up, but he barely got to finish a note before a black tom, smaller than Duskpaw's wiry build tackled him to the ground. The nebelung feline pressed on Duskpaw's throat trapping his voice in his throat while the red eyed time reformed at Frostedpaw's side.
"You could come with us willingly and we won't have to get rough with your friend over there," The red eyed tom whispered directly in Frostedpaw's ear.
Frostedpaw stumbled back as the weight on his frame was released. He stood there, shocked and confused, frozen on the ground. His heart pounded and he barely registered anything. He finally came into focus as another tom tackled Duskpaw, holding him to the ground. He unsheathed his claws and went to try and fight him off, but, he stopped once the red-eyed tom came back to his side. The sound--the feeling--of someone whispering in his ear made him cringe into himself, sent shivers down his back in a bad way.
He had two options. He could run, leave Duskpaw for dead. He didn't really know him and he would rather his own skin than someone else's. But Duskpaw had tried to save him. How could he be selfish like that? But he didn't want to die, why would he? He had so much to live for, so much to do, to experience. His mind raced, acted on its own, and before he knew it he had lashed out at the figure, his claws catching nothing. He stepped away, his eyes swimming in fear and anger.
Why? What did we do? Who are these cats and what do they want? His mind raced with questions, all too quick to answer or pay any second thought to. He was in a stalemate and had no idea what he would do next.
The tom turned to look at the neblung cat as if momentarily uninterested in Frostedpaw. His red gaze resting on Duskpaw who lied motionless beneath the smaller cats paws.
The black tom stepped off Duskpaw, "Guess we don't have to take him."
The white tom tackled Frostedpaw back to the ground, this time holding him firmly in place, "Allow me to introduce ourselves, I'm Traitor and over there is Loki."
Traitor turned to look at Loki, "Better bring the scrap along to make sure he's dead. I hate it when we think they're dead and they're actually not, tends to ruin master plans. Now."
Traitor placed an unsheathed paw over Frostedpaw's throat, "I can do to you what I did to your friend, or you can follow me nicely. I prefer to do things the nice way cause it allows me not to drag your sorry behind around, but I'll do what is necessary."
Frostedpaw was frozen, his eyes glued on the motionless body of Duskpaw. He was dead? He couldn't be dead. All his fight, his aggression, drained out of his body. He couldn't run. He couldn't fight back. He could do nothing unless he wanted to end up like Duskpaw. And he so desperately did not. The white tom looked at Traitor, his eyes wide and his heart thumping, and he just nodded.
(Don't worry about it, people are gone a lot longer and I was pretty absent too)
"Great," A gentlemens smile crossed Traitor's lips as he continued on remaining in pace with Frostedpaw.
Loki seemed to have trouble dragging Duskpaw's lanky body especially considering Loki was considerably on the smaller side, but did appear to have a lot of muscle.
Traitor seemed to glance at Frostedpaw frequently. Not in order to ensure his prisoner was where he wanted him, but he seemed to look right through Frostedpaw, as if looking for something deep inside of him, "Name one horrible thing you've done, Frostedpaw," Traitor said, this time his red gaze was off of him.
Frostedpaw was ashamed to admit he was trembling. He had no clue what would happen next, if he would live or not, where they were taking him. Everything that lay ahead was unknown, and he so greatly feared the unknown.
The questioned confused him at first. Why would Traitor want to know? But his fear took over and he let his questions fade away. He looked at Duskpaw, his heart aching. “I killed Duskpaw.” His paws felt heavy, his legs felt like thin twigs. Twigs that could snap at any moment. And snap they did. He crumpled to the ground, digging his claws into the earth. “I killed Duskpaw. And—and I was horrible. I was a stupid, annoying, know-it-all brat! I was so-so nasty to Flawedperspective, she didn’t deserve that and I can never say sorry. Duskpaw I’m sorry! I was so selfish.” He found himself screaming out every bad thing, every bad trait. He couldn’t stand.
”I killed Duskpaw.” He repeated, and it echoed in his mind.
"I once lured a porcupine into the nursery when I was a rookie. I just thought it would be funny. Turns out those things don't walk into you and spike you. They just fire them all off. So like everyone in the nursery got hit by quills. They thought it was Primal Instinct and harassed them at the border for moons. Basically, that was bad. But you were just going for a stroll when we killed your friend-"
"Who you're still not dragging" Traitor reminded Loki as the tom had stopped dragging Duskpaw's body when he stopped to talk.
"Yeah, well what even ever, why can't we be the villains that take short cuts?" Loki mumbled going to pick Duskpaw back up when they could hear an audible groan coming from Duskpaw.
"That's why we can't take short cuts, Loki, if we had left him he would have gone back to SunClan and warned everyone," Traitor hissed before looking at Frostedpaw, "And unless you want to die sooner you better keep walking even if your friend is okay. I don't even know why you received a prophecy, you don't seem that special."
He looked at Duskpaw, his breathing fast but full of relief. He was alive! Duskpaw was alive! He winced at the threat, tried to stand up, but ended up falling once more. He shook his head and tried again, gaining stability. Though, he hated to admit it, he was on the same page as Traitor. Why did he receive the prophecy? He wasn't special at all! Why not send it to Littlebird instead? His mind, numb only a few minutes ago, was now full of questions. But, he took cautious steps forward towards the unknown.
Duskpaw seemed to get his bearings more and more and once Loki felt the tom moving around more he let go and nose Duskpaw forward. Duskpaw naturally moved to the pace Frostedpaw was moving at, but Loki who was on the smaller side had trouble catching up.
"Hey don't move it that much," Loki said snapping his fangs at Duskpaw's tail.
Duskpaw's cheeks turned red from his instinct to instantly move his tail between his legs, he came from a family of noble guardians, not cowards. He looked at Frostedpaw, he seemed okay which was a relief, but he knew wherever they were headed wouldn't be good for either of them. Still they were just apprentices and the two dark forest cats already proved they could take them on easily.
Traitor shoved Frostedpaw forward, they were at the mouth of a small unmarked cave now, none of this was going to end well for them...
His legs continued to shake as he was lead by the dark forest cats. Fear of the unknown creeping across his mind. Where were they? What were they gonna do? He decided, if he were to die, he would do so bravely. He wasn’t a weak little kit, he was halfway to becoming a warrior, no need to cry. He had every right to, of course, but he didn’t want to. That would give them satisfaction. Frostedpaw gazed at Duskpaw again, still relieved he was alive. He hadn’t killed him.
“Where are we?” He forced as much confidence into his voice as he could, asking a stupid question he knew would get no answer.
"Just stay in that cave, you can wander as much as you like, in fact. We encourage is," Loki laughed.
Traitor gave a stern glare to the two apprentices watching them expectantly to step in, but Duskpaw was immediate in his response as he attempt to leap past Loki and run the other way. In any hostage situation the more you're concealed away the more a goner you were. No matter what the odds, now was the time to try or die, but he didn't make it far. Loki may have been small, but he was fast to react cutting the toms belly as he soared over him making Duskpaw land awkwardly on one of his limbs. Loki began to drag Duskpaw into the cave before outright hurling him inside before plastering a snarky grin across his face, "You gonna go in nicely?" Loki purred to Frostedpaw.
Frostedpaw, summoning the tiny bit of courage he had in him, stood tall and hissed at Loki. And it immediately melted away. He turned towards Duskpaw, his eyes wide. “Duskpaw you idiot, are you alright?” As to make the Dark Forest cats happier, he took a few cautious steps forward. If this led to his death, he was going to go out with at least a little bit of dignity.
"OH hey, c'mon how am I the idiot? You're in this stupid cave too," Duskpaw said, but didn't get up, his stomach hurt from the wound and lying on it would keep the blood from pouring out. He peered back out of the cave, "They were going to kill us no matter what, but you know what's really telling? Even though I kept trying to escape they still kept dragging me to this cave, whatevers in here, they want us to be with it."
He lied his chin down, he'd probably die in here. Littlebird would tell the truth and say he was just gone one night, but his mom in Renegade Regime, Shule, she'd never believe that. His foster mother Glowstar, she wasn't going to buy it either. What if DayClan and Renegade Regime teamed up on SunClan because he died in this cave? No one would ever find his body and therefore no one would ever realize SunClan's innocence.
