Stormwillow's Suffering

By Stormver 
This is about Stormwillow. This is about her past before she came to FlameClan.
== Polls! I love making polls! ==
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How do you like the story so far?
AWESOME :D
Err..it's okay..
Don't write this or else.
Stormver, continue past where you are, please.
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<poll>
Is Stormwillow awesome?
YES :D
NOOOOO SHES A TRAITOR
:/(Iffy)
IN THE SHADOW OF THE DOUBT she is guilty of every single awesome thing she's ever DONE!
....?
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<poll>
Is Hailwhisper awesome?
YES :DDD
Noooooooooooo he is the mate of Stormwillow which is very bad.....
:/
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<poll> 
READ CHAPTER 7 BEFORE ANSWERING. How did you react to Hailwhisper's confession?
Wait, Creekshine was his half brother?!?
It was kinda predictable.
Cool :D
Ooooooo Storm's kit is related to Thyme and Sky...AWESOME :D
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<poll>
Which character is the best? :D
Stormwillow, obviously
Creekshine
Willow
Hailwhisper
Flash
Thyme
Sky
Slash
Sparks
Feather
Rain
Nail
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== Fans ==
I know I did the right thing but no onewould ever understand 00:36, February 25, 2015 (UTC)
Yesh :D Flamestar 22 23:57, February 21, 2015 (UTC)
I must sign this (again) --Bramblefire3118 23:55, February 21, 2015 (UTC)
Mrrow. Tigerstar There's more to me than meets the eye 13:01, April 24, 2015 (UTC)
== Prologue ==
"She's beautiful. Just beautiful."
A blue-gray tom was crouched over his mate, a pretty silver shecat. A small, pretty silver tabby kit was curled up beside her mother's belly. The tom crouched to lick his kit, then murmured, "What should we name her?"
The mother of his kit blinked at him with love in her eyes. A wild storm raged outside. "Stormwillow," she whispered. "She was born in this willow tree, during this wild, raging storm. She deserves to be named after this wild ride!"
"You never cease to amaze me, Feather," the tom chuckled.
"Nor do you, Rain," Feather laughed.
As days and weeks passed, the storm finally disappeared, and Stormwillow was finally taken outside. Finally, at 2 moons, she was almost ready for her first bite of prey.
Feather and Rain were padding through the forest with Stormwillow. The little silver tabby was leaping from bush to bush. "The world is so big!" she chanted.
Feather let out a giggle of amusement. "Maybe one day you'll explore the world," she whispered to her kit.
Suddenly a growl erupted from the bushes. Feather, Rain, and Stormwillow froze. Black and white slithered around them.
Badgers.
It was only one, but Feather and Rain defended their young kit like true parents. Feather had leaped onto its head, only to flown off by the badger.
Many moments passed. Stormwillow watched as her mother, father, and badger all seemed to die. Horror erupted into her eyes.
"Mother? Father? Don't be dead! I know you're not dead!"
And sitting, lost in the forest, was a little silver tabby kit. The kit who lost her parents. The kit who had no family or friends. The lost, alone kit with nothing.
"I'll make you happy, Mother."
==Chapter One==
Stormwillow blinked.
Her parents were gone. Dead. Never to return.
She didn't even know how to hunt! How would she survive?
She padded through the forest, hoping to find an answer to her question.
Orange fur hung on the thorns in front of her. She blinked in surprise. Why would anyone be playing near thorns?
Padding forward, she spotted a pair of toms. They were wrestling with each other. They looked like they were..a year and a half or something. They were pretty large.
She krept forward slowly, hoping to surprise one of them.
Now!
She leaped on an orange tabby.
"Get off me, kit!" he snarled, throwing her towards a rock.
"YEEOWCH!" Stormwillow yowled.
The tom that had attacked her walked up to her. "Sorry, kit," he murmured. "You look like you've had it hard."
"Creekshine!" the other tom yowled at him. "Come wrestle!"
"Sparks, come here," Creekshine called.
The other tom padded over. He pricked his ears in amusement at Stormwillow. "Why, hello youngster!" he meowed excitedly.
Stormwillow blinked at the two toms in exhaustion. "I've lost my parents," she squeaked. "They were killed by a badger."
"Whoa, whoa," Creekshine murmured. "I'm sorry, but we can't help with that, sorry." His eyes showed sadness as he crouched over the pretty silver tabby.
Stormwillow wilted, her ears bending. "Okay," she murmured sadly. She padded off, hunger starting to erupt into her belly.
Muuuuuuuuuuurrrrp.
Her belly growled. She was only two moons old! How would she survive?!? She padded away from the open area where Creekshine and Sparks were.
A new scent wafted over a few tree-lengths later. Stormwillow froze. Where was she going?!?
Growls rumbled from the bushes nearby.
She was going to die like her parents.
== Chapter TwoCategory:FanfictionsCategory:Stormver's Fanfiction ==
"Get away from her!"
A strange voice yowled out through the thorns near Stormwillow. Suddenly a silver shecat leaped out, hissing. She was beautiful, her silver pelt glowing in the faint light of the sunset.
The growling stopped, and the bigger shecat crouched over Stormwillow "Hey, kit," she growled. "In case you don't know, I saved your life."
Stormwillow squealed in terror as the silver cat crouched over her. "Get away from me!" She hissed, leaping to her paws and hurtling back towards Creekshine.
She knew the silver shecat was probably not going to remember her. All she cared about was fleeing from that place! Her belly growled, and as she burst through the bushes where Creekshine and Sparks were, crow scraps lay near the two orange toms. "No prey for me?!?" She squeaked.
Creekshine lifted his head, glancing at her. "Oh, you're back," he murmured. "Sorry, but there's no prey nearby, other than these scraps. You can have those."
Stormwillow grinned, feeling relief in her belly. She bit off the rest of the crow, still hungry when she finished. "I'm still hungry," she coughed, her windpipe feeling trapped. She let out a fit of coughing, even though she felt fine.
Creekshine's eyes softened as she coughed. "Hey, we'll take care of you." He turned to Sparks. "Fetch her prey," he meowed.
Sparks ran off to catch Stormwillow some prey. Creekshine turned back to her. "So, what's been going on with you?" He asked her.
"Nothing much," she murmured. "My parents were killed by a badger a few days ago.."
Creekshine gasped and wrapped his tail around her. "You're going to be just fine," he murmured. He started to lick her fur and Stormwillow purred.
After a few moments, Sparks returned with a thrush for Stormwillow to eat. She took a bite into it, happiness flowing through her. She smiled and yanwed as the sun sank down below the horizon.
Creekshine guided her behind a rock, which opened up to a small cave. "You can sleep here," he murmured. As Stormwillow explored, he had been back and forth to get moss for her, and soon she had a thick bed of moss.
"Thanks," she murmured.
"Anytime," he meowed. "Anytime."
==Chapter Three==
Several days later..
Stormwillow stretched. Each day, the two toms, Sparks and Creekshine, had been feeding her prey.
She watched as the sun roze above the trees and into the sky. Soon, she stood up, wondering where her usual prey was.
The sun shone high in the sky, marking that sunhigh was rolling around. Stormwilow sighed, the hunger in her belly starting to become too much for her.
She decided that if prey wasn't coming to her, she'd try hunting herself.
Slipping into the forest, she openned her mouth to scent any prey. A strong scent of blood hit her mouth, throwing her off balence. She peered over the bushes in front of her.
A rabbit was on the ground, clearly dead. It looked freshly killed; red streaks crossed its throat. Suddenly a white tom darted out and grabbed the prey, running off with it.
Stormwilow sighed and scented the air again. A faint scent of thrush hit, and she slunk out of the bushes.
"REROW! GET OFF MY TERRITORY!"
Stormwillow was thrown into the bushes to her right.
The white tom was crouched outside them, his jaws openned into a snarl. His green eyes were hard with anger. 
Stormwillow flopped out of the bushes, groaning. The white tom hissed and leaped onto Stormwillow, ripping his claws down her spine.
Stormwillow shreiked and unsheathed her claws, using her small size to slither up his back and bit into his ear. The tom reached for her, only to strike his own ear as Stormwillow grasped onto his face. He tried again, striking his own eyes. He shrieked in pain and ran off, leaving Stormwillow to hunt alone.
I survived a fight. I'm surviving on my own!
== Chapter Four ==
Stormwillow scented the air, still smelling blood and the scent of the white tom. She let out a grunt, deciding to go to the white tom.
She followed his scent through the bushes, spotting the tom and a black shecat. "Hey!" She yowled.
The black shecat grunted in annoyance, her tail whisking to the tom in annoyance. "Get her out of here," she grumbled.
The white tom, blood still pouring down his face, let out a snarl. "She's no cat to fight with," he growled. "Flash, this rogue is amazingly powerful."
Flash let out a snort of amusement. "If so," she meowed firmly, "She'll have to get through me!" She stood up, and Stormwillow suddenly noticed that her belly swung. These cats wern't just friends. They had to be mates!
Flash let out a snarl and leaped onto Stormwillow, her bigger size pressing down. Stormwillow thought she heard a bone snap inside her chest - undeniably Flash had broken a rib. Grunting, Stormwillow's front paws hurled forward, gripping Flash's chest and swinging herself up.
Flash snarled again and swung a powerful paw forward. Stormwillow's body soared, landing with a sickening CRACK! several mouse-lengths away.
Stormwillow groaned, pain clouding her gaze. She closed her eyes, ignoring her pain for a moment and pushing herself up. "I'm not giving up yet!" she snarled, running forward to slash Flash's sides. The sudden burst of strength burned out quickly, although both shecats had collapsed in pain.
Flash was groaning more than Stormwillow expected. She wondered when the queen's kits would come, though her answer was clear after a few moments.
"Help! Flash's kits are coming!"
==Chapter Five==
For a moment, Stormwillow laid on the gorund, unaware that the yowl of help was from her. Flash was groaning a lot, putting some pressure onto Stormwillow, causing her to cough in disagreement, as her windpipe felt trapped. She strugled to stand, falling more than once, her body yowling in objection.
Flash was nearly still when Stormwillow finally stood. "No!" she howled, rushing to the queen's side. Flash's eyes flashed, her belly rippling with spasms, and she was still as a tiny gray kit slid out.
"No!" the tom yowled. "Flash, don't! Don't leave me.." He ran over, collapsing at Flash's side.
Flash had openned her eyes for one last time, murmuring, "I can't stop my death," before closing her eyes as the second and final kit slid out. 
"NO!" the tom howled. "Flash, don't leave me!" His body shook with sobs, his tail on the ground. "The kits are dead, aren't they?" he growled.
Stormwillow licked the two younger kits. "They're not dead," she meowed, curling her body around the two kits. They rammed into her, searching for milk. "But they need a mother," she murmured sadly.
The tom narrowed his eyes and poked her with a paw. "Do you know anyone who could take them?"
Stormwillow sighed. "I could always ask my friend, Creekshine."
She pushed herself onto her paws, the kits running near her for warmth. They let out tiny mews of hunger, sniffing at her legs and poking at her shoulders. She let out a purr and grasped the two kits by their scruffs, walking towards Creekshine's direction.
She intently watched Creekshine from the bushes, pausing to let the kits get warm for a moment. She watched as Creekshine laughed and played with Sparks.
Suddenly Sparks flung Creekshine off, who hit one of the rocks and started to groan in pain as his friend did not move from his place where he sat.
Stormwillow let out a gasp and stood up, quietly grabbing the two kits and slinking out of the bushes.
"Creekshine? Sparks?"
And then hot deep breaths sent chills down her spine.
==Chapter Six==
Stormwillow froze.
"You drop those kits right now!"
She fell to the ground, the kits in her jaws. Claws dug into her back and she hissed in pain, pushing herself up with her front paws. She threw off her attacker, wincing as hunger struck her belly. She seemed tired as she stood up, walking towards Creekshine.
He groaned and she rubbed her head on his shoulder. The orange tom lifted his head. "Take the kits..to the Tribe.."
Stormwillow was clueless, but she ignored her hunger and sat down next to the tom she loved.
She watched as Sparks walked over to them and sat down, greiving for his friend. Creekshine had seemed to have stopped moving, but he was breathing slightly. "Take Creekshine back. Take him back to the Tribe!" she yelled at Sparks.
She pushed herself up to her paws, grabbing the kits by their scruffs and walked off, leaving Sparks alone with Creekshine.
~`~`~
Several hours later...
Stormwillow and the two kits stumbled through the forest. The kits mewled in hunger, kicking out at Stormwillow's face.
She fell to the ground, belly snarling.
Suddenly she spotted something through the bushes. It had white wings and feathers.
She quietly stood up to hunt the thrush.
"Move out of the way!"
The white tom she had met earlier leaped up and caught the thrush. 
"Hailwhisper!"
One of the two kits yowled his father's name. Hailwhisper glanced at them with the half-dead thrush in his jaws. His eyes widened in surprise and he dropped the thrush, killing it in one bite. "You!" he screamed.
Stormwillow smiled. "Thought you'd never see us."
"As soon as those kits yowled my name, I knew."
"Well, I've just come up with names for them. Do you want to hear them?"
"Go ahead."
"Esquire for the blue gray tom and Thyme for the shecat."
Hailwhisper purred. "You know, you might be a good mother."
"Really?"
"Really."
==Chapter Seven==
Stormwillow smiled. "You know, I've been meaning to tell you something."
"What is it?" Hailwhisper asked.
"I've been extremly hungry recently, though I've maintained my weight well."
"What? That makes no sense! How can a cat be starving but maintain her weight?"
"I have no Idea how."
"Maybe it's kits."
"WHAT? Why would you think I'm expecting kits? I'm seven moons old!"
"Well, you're starving, correct?"
"Yes.."
"But look." Hailwhisper lifted a paw to her chest. "Your ribs show, but your belly" -he pointed his paw towards her belly -"is swelling."
"Oh.." Stormwillow murmured. "I guess it's true. But who's kits are they?"
"Certaintly not mine!"
"Creekshine's. They must be!"
"Creekshine?"
"A Tribe tom. I lost intrest in him a few days ago."
Hailwhisper purred. "Well, when they're born, you can stay with me."
Stormwillow stifled a huge gasp of surprise. "Thanks."
~`~`~
Two very long moons later..
"Ugh, when will they be here?"
Hailwhisper calmly poked his mate's swollen belly with his nose. "Soon, I think. It's been two moons since you told me that you were expecting kits."
Stormwillow purred softly. "I'd be surprised if they came today."
"They'll be wonderful."
"You think-"
A shreik rippled through the air.
Pain quickly flowed through the kitting queen's body. Stormwillow let out a yowl of pain. "Hailwhisper!" she shreiked.
The elegant white tom raced over. "My love! I'll save you!" 
Thyme glanced up and Sky, the renamed blue gray tom, followed his sister's gaze toward Stormwillow and Hailwhisper.
The kitting queen screeched in pain. Hailwhisper stood beside her. All she could see was black, white, blue, green...
Suddenly the pain eased, and Stormwillow glanced at her kit. The kit was a dark tabby tom.
"He reminds me of my father," Hailwhisper breathed. "He was a Tribe cat for a while."
Stormwillow gasped. "What?!?"
"He became mates with another shecat - and she had only one kit."
"Who was it?"
Hailwhisper sighed.
"It was Creekshine."
==Chapter 8==
Author's note:
Slash is Stormwillow's kit (yes). Hailwhisper has told Stormwillow something that not only sparks her motherly attitude, but also her aggresion towards others. This chapter is mainly about her pain of dealing with her violent kit, so prepare for a little blood, gore, and just plain sadness.
"What?!?!?"
Stormwillow's enraged yowl shook the branches of trees around her.
"Yes." Hailwhisper sighed. "It was not meant to be this way."
"How will my kit be happy knowing his half uncle and that his father is part of the Tribe?!?"
Stormwillow stood up, anger flaring in her lime green eyes. "We're done! Hailwhisper, we're done! You're an awful father! I will raise my kit alone!"
"You should have never told me that Creekshine was your half brother. Hailwhisper, don't ever speak with me again. You've ruined my kit's life and I won't let you take him and the other kits away. Leave me be and go."
She turned, holding her kit in her jaws and beckoning for Sky and Thyme to follow. "Don't ever bring up anything about his father again. He has something in him, something that I can't explain. Something that stares at me with violent red eyes. Slash will be known for something, and it will be the awful truth you've given to him."
She walked away from the white tom, whose eyes were wide with surprise. His obvious thought was I should have never told her. 
Stormwillow stormed off, anger hardening her gaze. Still walking, she slipped into an alleyway.
"Hissssssssssssss…"
Stormwillow froze, her tail wrapping protectively around her kits and her ears shooting up.
"Leave DarkClan territory, wimp. I don't want to have to kill you."
A charcoal black and orange tom slithered out from behind one of the trashcans. "Leave. Now!" His voice was cold and menacing, only ticked with worry.
"As you wish," Stormwillow sighed. She stopped herself from turning and instead gazed at the tom. "Wait, what's your name?"
"Nail."
"Stormwillow."
"That's a pretty name. Around here, almost nobody has nice names. There are the few exceptions, but otherwise everyone has names as bad as mine. A few examples are Snaketooth and Razor."
"Oh, those are awful! Would you mind if I stayed with you?"
"W-Well...See, my clan is so violent to others. I'm not sure that they'd like you staying with us."
"Oh..."
Stormwillow turned away from Nail. "Just..leave," came his weak response.
She ran off, shaking violently with hunger.
Something watched from the bushes behind her. She suddenly couldn't find her kit!
He watched her, eyeing her with blood red eyes. He crouched, being super silent and then striking his mother, he dug his claws into her pelt.
Then the world went black.
==Chapter 9==
The sun was covered. The world all around both Slash and Stormwillow was darker than the darkest night.
An eclipse!
Stormwillow decided to use the darkness to her advantage. She struck her son's belly with her claws and flung him off, flipping over and standing.
Slash reeled backward as his mother stood. The darkness blocked out everything, even the sight of his own half-siblings. He snarled and leaped onto his mother, digging his claws into her belly, causing her to yowl inpain and start leaping arround. She flung herself downward suddenly, hearing bones snap under her.
Suddenly her breath was cut off.
Blue rushed into her face as Slash stood on his mother, watching her choke.
CRACK!
Slash was flung off just as death was on the rise for someone. Stormwillow breathed slowly and evenly, pain in her neck.
Death. She felt the pressence of death.
Pain made her throat ache, rising bile inside. She thought she was dead, just suffering for a bit longer, until the pain would go away.
But it never did. Standing over her, gazing down at her with worry in his blue eyes, was Sky.
"Stormwillow." His growl was menacing as he watched the broken body of Slash continue twitching. "You best be glad you're alive. Another minute and you would have died."
"Thank you," she whispered. "You saved my life. Maybe you should do that for shelter soon!"
She started laughing at her own joke, Sky soon joining in.
"It's been a long day, Stormwillow," Sky murmured to her after they had stopped laughing. "You should find a spot to rest."
"Good idea," Stormwillow sighed. "Goodbye, Sky. May we meet again."
The blue-gray tom dipped his head as she turned, making her wonder what could she do next.
I don't want to go over to that DarkClan place again.
But where can I go other than that? I know there's the Tribe, but didn't I hear of a 'Clan' or whatever back here?
I remember so, I think I'll go over there.
==Chapter 10==
A few days later…
Stormwillow silently walked forward, passing a stream.
Water! She leaped in, feeling the cold water sweep through her fur. Minnows swam past her body and she slowly lowered her head into the water.
"Hey!"
Stormwillow froze and lifted her head as she heard the voice of an angry shecat.
A gray and white shape erupted in the water. "Hi," she yipped. "My name's Willow."
"My name's Stormwillow."
"Our names sound so similar."
"Did you know your parents' names?"
"Yes, actually." Willow moved closer. "Feather and Rain."
"Wait, what?!? Feather and Rain were my parents too!"
"We've got to be siblings."
Stormwillow shifted away. "Enough of that. Do you know where a Clan is?"
Willow stood, shaking her fur. "There's some kind of 'FlameClan' nearby."
"I guess I'll head there..." Stormwillow glanced back at Willow. "May we meet again."
She headed into the bushes, slowing as hunger bit at her.
She kept walking.
And somehow, she made it.
==Author's Note==
Wow. Just...wow.
This is the first full-length character fanfiction I've finished here. This was a long process and I've continuously loved the support from y'all.
Thanks for helping me get through this guys. You've helped me shape the characters in here and I'd never be able to thank you enough.
Until next time, 
I could even learn how to LOVE
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