Battlecry's Wrath

BATTLECRY'S WRATH
W A R N I N G; things in this story may be disturbing or 'Edgy' to some viewers such as gore and violence.
ABOUT BATTLECRY
Age At Death: Unkown
Place Of Death: Unknown
Mate: None
Theme Song: TBA
Current Affiliation: N/A
TRAITS
Pelt: Brown Tabby
Eyes: Shocking icy blue
Build: Massive, muscular tom with broad shoulders and large paws
Other: Blue Dog Tooth collar
KIN
Mother: Lizardtoe
Father: Blood
Sibling(s): Bloodpelt
Crush: Snow
Mate: None
Other: Unknown
THEME SONG
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IMPORTANT CATS
Battlekit/Cry- Massive, muscular brown tabby tom w/ icy blue eyes and white chest, paws and tailtip
Bloodkit/pelt- scrawny crimson pelted tom with one blue eye and one brown eye
Snow- a beautiful white she cat with grey paws, tailtip, and grey tabby stripes across her back and face
Lizardtoe- a pale brown tabby she-cat with dark brown eyes
Toadface- plain grey tom with yellow eyes
Bearclaw- brown tom with dark brown splotches and daunting yellow eyes
Blood- dark russet tom with light blue eyes
BATTLERY SPEAKS
So, I see you have wandered into my territory. Wait don't leave. I won't hurt you... Yet.
I haven't always been a bad cat. No I remember the good old days, when my loyalty was unwavering. When i was young and innocent. You see, my lesson for you is never trust anyone. They will grasp that innocence and take advantage of you, and that's when you realize you have lost. I learned that the hard way. The only happiness i have ever known was at the end of my journey, when the only thing i could feel was satisfaction that i got revenge on my enemies. That's the only thing you should ever feel. Vengeance is the sweetest victory yet the bitterest taste. Now, leave. My Patience is in low supply today, unless you too want to feel my wrath.
PROLOGUE;The Burden
2 Hours Old
The brown tabby kit wriggled in the curve of his mother's belly, a small wail escaping his tiny pink mouth. He was hushed as he heard a soothing purr rumble above. Mama? He nuzzled deeper into her soft belly fur, shoving the small lump of fur beside him tumbling away with a surprised mewl.
"I'll leave you in peace to tend to your kits, Lizardtoe. If you need anything just yowl for me" A gruff voice boomed.
"Okay, Toadface. Thank you" the softer, more gentler voice purred.
"Now, Now precious kits" The voice lulled. He suckled wrestlessly, kneeding the soft fur with his tiny paws. He mewled as the small body nudged in closer for warmth. In frustration, he battered him away squeaking.
"You seem determined to fight don't you.." The voice chimed with admiration. "That's it, i'll call you Battlekit."
Battlekit? He thought. It sounds tough!
Battlekit paused as another voice thundered from above his tiny ears. "Battlekit is a good name. He will make a brave warrior one day."
"What about the smaller one? Surely he should be named too..?" pleaded the queen.
"Why should he, Lizardtoe? Runt's are no value to us, he is a burden to our clan" Replied the second voice sharply, a trace of growl in his smooth words.
"Please Bearclaw. He may be a burden, but he is your son nevertheless.."
There was a silence before the tom Bearclaw spoke again, but the scorn in his voice was unmistakable "Fine, name the creature. But don't expect me to call him by it."
Battlekit squeaked as he heard the heavy pawsteps of Bearclaw lead outside, muttering indignantly.
"I will name you Bloodkit" Her mew turned into a whisper no one could hear but the squirming bundles at her belly "Not after Bearclaw, but your real father ".
CHAPTER #1;Fear
5 Moons Old
"Battlekit, Use your Back Claws!" Hissed Bearclaw who was perched neatly on top of a tall rock, his fluffy brown tail lashing and piercing blue gaze searing into the midst of the kit's sparring.
Battlekit writhed beneath the older kit's strength, pumelling the combatant's underbelly with his hind paws. The adversary, Falconkit, hissed and loosened his grip. Quick as an adder Battlekit wriggled out from beneath him, slipping out of the gap between his hind legs. In a meek attempt to keep him pinned, Falconkit's flailing claws struck Battlekit across his temple causing him to reel backwards. Regaining his balance, Battlekit turned flattening Falconkit to the ground with two hefty paws against his shoulders.
"Well done". Through panting Battlekit heard his fathers meow from Tallrock and pride swelled in his chest. Praise was a rare thing to hear from Bearclaw. Battlekit got off of Falconkit and smoothed the ruffled fur on his broad shoulders. Falconkit glared at him, envy lingering in his sly amber gaze.
Battlekit looked up and mewed "Good spar". The only thing he got out of Falconkit was a disdainful snort as he turned his back and headed towards the nursery. Battlekit shrugged and started padding towards the prey pile when out of the corner of his eye he saw a flickering in the shadows. He turned sharply, his brilliant blue gaze narrowing and his tail fluffing up menacingly. He relaxed when he saw his Brother's incongrous and mismatching colored gaze blink. "Bloodkit?" He mewed "Why do you hide in the shadows. It's fun out in the clearing!"
His brother gave an uncertain squeak "There are huge bugs out there! Really b-big ones" his heterochromic gaze widened and he turned. Looking at Battlekit with only his blue eye showing he added bitterly "Besides no one wants me out there.."
"Alright. If you say so.." Battlekit shrugged and walked away heading towards the nursery. He looked at the ground in pity for his younger brother. If he incisted on sitting in the shadows all day like a fox, Battlekit couldn't stop him. He continued on to the nursery.
Battlekit padded into the nursery, exhausted from his fight with Falconkit who was already curled in his own nest. He settled in his and Bloodkit's nest tucking his large white paws beneath him. As he was just drifting off to sleep a shriek sounded from outside his den and a patrol swarmed into camp. The heavy fear scent that clung to their pelts made Battlekit's fur stand on end.
"Honeypaw is dead!"
CHAPTER #2;Stranger
5 Moons Old
Battlekit sat ridgidly as he watched Honeypaw's burial, his eerie luminous round orbs locked on the stiff cream apprentice as he was placed into his grave. Two warriors, cloudear and Spidernose kicked dirt back into the hole. He shuddered, imagining being buried. Battlekit flinched as he felt Lizardtoe's tail lay across his broad shoulders and he snuggled back into her fluffy pelt. He felt the air stir behind him as his brother sat restlessly, peeking out from behind Lizardtoe, his mismatched colored gaze was fixated on the burial. Concentrating on the ceremony his gaze flashed over to Cloudear who's eyes were clouded with tears. A wave of grief washed over him as he realized Honeypaw was Cloudear's son. You won't be forgotten.
His ears perked as Snakestar padded up to the grave. "Honeypaw was a brave young cat who passed away fighting to save Spidernose from a vicious badger" Battelkit's gaze switched to Spidernose and he noticed the tom's heavily bandaged shoulder. That must be where he got bit. "We shall pay our respects as he makes the long journey to hunt with ur ancestors." With a dip of his head, Snakestar touched his muzzle briefly to the cream colored tom's sodden pelt and padded into his den beneath highstone.
Battlekit blinked as more cats padded in to pay their respects. "Come little ones" Lizardtoe murmured "Let's go say goodbye to Honeypaw."
"But where is he going?" Bloodkit whispered, hiding behind lizardtoe as she walked over to the grave.
"He's dead. He's not going anywhere" Battlekit mewed blatantly, his ghastly blue gaze clouded. He heard Bloodkit wimper.
Lizardtoe glanced sternly at Battlekit but he ignored her with a twitch of his tail. As they paid their respects to Honeypaw, movement on top of a distant Douglas fir tree caught his attention. A small white blur was moving among the branches and leaves. He narrowed his gaze and the blur morphed into the shape of a cat. His eyes widened and curiosity sparked in his mind. Who are you?
After everyone had gone to sleep Battlekit opened his eyes, still awake. He couldn't take his mind off of the white cat in the tree. Who was it? Why was it here? What did it want? Questions whirled in his mind and soon, it was too much for him to bare.
He creeped out of the Nursery silently, stopping himself from stepping on Falconkit's tail. When he was out, he tiptoed past Cloudear as she slept next to Honeypaw's grave. Guilt tingled in his white paws but soon it faded and was replaced with excitement as he bounded through the lush undergrowth.
I'm going to find you.
CHAPTER #3; Found You
5 1/2 Moons Old
Battlekit padded up to the Douglas Fir, his head tilted back in curiosity. "Hello?" He called. No response. He snorted in annoyance. I come all this way to find out my brain was playing tricks on me. He was turning around to leave when a rustle in the tree caught his attention. His ears perked and he looked up, a pair of alluring green eyes glowing in the darkness. The beauty of them took his breath away. "Hello?" He repeated.
"Hello" The mysterious cat replied.
"I'm Battlekit... W-what's you're name?" He meowed softly.
"Snow.. Battlekit? That's a funny name" The cat snickered.
He felt his ears turn red "It's a clan name.."
The stranger studied him with alluring green eyes, looking him up and down. Battlekit self consciously shuffled his paws.
"Do you know how to get this off..?" Snow mewed. She took a step forward on the branch so that Battlekit could see her. Her beautiful white pelt was iluminated against the dim light the moon, casting an angelic glow. Battlekit thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Hello? Do you know how to get my collar off?" The cat urged, inching closer. She pawed at the small bell on the pink band that wrapped around her neck.
"Maybe.." He narrowed his gaze on the band "If i use something sharp.." He looked around and spotted a ridgid stone. Grabbing the stone in his mouth he looked back up at her. "Come down."
Suddenly, the cat wrenched backwards into the leaves in fear "Run Battlekit!" She hissed furiously.
Battlekit stopped moving, he could smell putrid breath ruffling the fur on his neck. A shiver ran down his spine and a rumbling growl thundered in its throat. He turned to see the striped face of a badger inches from his muzzle.  The monster pinned him with a massive claw, the rock still in Badgerkit's mouth. As the badger lunged to kill him, Battlekit shoved the stone into the soft flesh on his throat.
Battlekit shrieked in terror as blood cascaded down onto his body. The badger gurgled, scarlet oozing uot of its mouth before dropping onto the ground lifelessly with a thud. Dead. Battlekit's pelt was drenched in blood. His head started spinning and he blacked out.
In a haze of sleep he could hear Snow screaming "Battlekit! Don't worry, i'll get you back to your home."
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