Featherstone's Journey

***MAJOR WIP***

***Chapter One***

Feather hissed, slashing her claws across the fox's muzzle. Besides her, she could sense her brother, Dusk, growling at the wiry creature as he fought.

*We're all going to die,* the she-cat panicked, her worry causing her to fight harder. She leaped onto the fox, and clung onto its back. The creature hissed, and tried to shake her off. Dusk took this moment to slash with claws along the fox's ears, but all it did was irritate it. It leaped at Dusk with sudden ferocity, and clawed his underbelly. Feather winced, and hissed at the fox, snarling. She glimpsed Dusk fall down besides her, and she yearned to run to his side. *If only Flower and Birch were still alive,* she thought bitterly, snapping her jaws at the fox.

The fox, who was also badly injured, back away with a yowl. Feather watched it go, heart pounding. A low groan came from her brother. "Dusk!" she cried out loud, limping over to him and trailing blood along the floor of the cave. Her paw throbbed, but she didn't care. She nosed her brother's fur, looking for wounds. "Didn't Flower use... leaves when she scraped her paw that one time?" she muttered, grabbing a pawful of them and messily laying them on Dusk's wound.

"Don't," croaked her brother, making Feather jump. "It's too late," his eyes began to close.

"Don't leave me!" Feather gasped, choking out the last few words. "You *can't!* We have to stay together always, because Birch and Flower aren't here anymore!" She looked around wildly, as if she expected her parents' spirits to appear and give her help. "No," she choked out, feeling her brother's fur lose its warmth.

"No!" she wailed tilting her head to the sky, and then stumbling down, dizzy from loss of blood. She curled up besides her brother and laid there, trying to make him warm again, trying to feel his chest rise and fall as he breathed.

Suddenly, her paws itched. Feather stumbled up, and blinked. She laid a few leaves on her wound, and then glared at her paws. But the urge was too strong. Letting her paws guide her, she began to limp onto a hidden path.

She traveled deeper into the forest, where there seemed to be a strong scent of cats. "I need help," murmured Feather, laying down with sudden pain. She heard the sudden rustle of leaves and forced herself to her paws. "Who's there?" she yowled, voice trailing off at the end due to weakness.

"What are you doing on BlizzardClan territory?" snarled a she-cat.

***Chapter Two***

Feather blinked weakly, feeling dizzier than ever. "Fox," she murmured, sending a shiver through her spine. "There was a fox... Dusk..."

Suddenly, it was darkness.

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"Where am I?" murmured Feather groggily, opening her eyes to sharp sunlight. She looked around, seeing various dead-looking leaves and smelling strong grassy scents. The rogue saw another cat, pawing at some dead leaves besides her. "You're awake," mewed the cat, glancing up. Feather glared back. "Who are you?" she meowed, trying to sit up. The cat gently nudged her back down. "Rest, your wound is healing. I'm Petalwish, by the way," she added. Feather blinked at her. "Oh, uh, I'm Feather," she muttered. Petalwish nodded. "Now, let me put some more marigold on those wounds," she said briskly.

Feather watched her, eyes wide. "What am I d-doing here?" she asked slowly. Petalwish blinked at her, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "Remember anything about a certain fox?" the she-cat mewed.

Memories flooded into Feather's mind suddenly. "Oh," she said finally. "Yeah."