FallenSnow's past

by **Flare** Tue Jan 14, 2014 11:23 pm

Okayyyz... Be prepared for a TON of words. O.O I am currently working on a shorter summary for it, but for now, heres the whole sha-bang. xD If you are dedicated enough to read all of it, go ahead, be my guest!
But I'm still working on it Smile

FallenSnow was born to a very reformed clan, high up in the mountains.
ResilientClan, it was called, had strict rules and was very precautious about
the Warrior code. FallenKit was born to ThrashingFang and LivelyBreeze along
with her brother ThornKit and her sister MemoryKit.

ThrashingFang and the leader of ResilientClan had over time grown a harshness and tension between
them. Thrashingfang was often disrespectful and had shown small cases of
disloyalty and even brutality. Livelybreeze had adopted scratches and cuts every
now and then when the tom became angry, but the sweet she cat was always too
frightened to say anything. A wild jealousy had also sprung up in the leaders
mind, for when they were young, the leader liked LivelyBreeze very much, but
Thrashingfange became her mate instead. The already over precautious leader felt
as if the tom had begun to threaten his leadership of the clan and even the clan
itself. He felt that the tom had begun to take whatever he had. But most of the
others he told his idea to didn’t believe him… But turns out the old RC leader’s
warning should have been heeded after all...

When ThrashingFang’s kits were born, the leader had begun to grow a wariness of
the family, and even of the kits themselves due to the rivalry between their
father. MemoryKit was born a cripple, her front paw permanently twisted and the
tiny she kit had to be taken care of constantly. FallenKit, so sweet and
concerned at that small age, did everything she could to help her sister, and
thus the two grew a very close bond. The sisters loved each other dearly and
were practically never separated.

Then, 4 moons later after the kits were born, tension had grown even further
with their father and their leader, yet they all were only minimally aware of it
while in the Safe Haven of the nursery. Tensions were also growing between RC
and a rivaling clan over territory as well. ThrashingFang took note of this and
knew a war would come out of it. He began to take his mate every night, out into
the forest, to discuss a plan. A plan to finally get rid of all the suspicion
and start new... A plan to make him look like a savior, but to get rid of a
nagging flea in his pelt. A plan that would get rid of his biggest problem in
ResilientClan.
A plan to kill their leader.

A week later, the war was officially declared and RC began to prepare.
LivelyBreeze and ThrashingFang requested to be on the same patrol and RC set off
to begin the war. It was bloody and gruesome and fear for her parents finally
drove FallenKit out of her safe nursery and out to look for them, naive and
worried at that age. She snuck out through a leafy passage beyond the watching
eyes of warriors. She arrived at a remote part of the battle site, just in time
to see her parents block their leader into a corner of thickets, away from the
battle. She watched in horror as they murdered him.

She trembled horribly as the young kit tried to figure out what to do. She
dashed back to camp where the deputy was waiting for the signal with a fresh
patrol of warriors. It took all of the will power in her little body to do what
was right. She told the deputy what she had seen.

The deputy called for a retreat from the other clan and when they all got back
into the clan, the deputy called upon ThrashingFang and LivelyBreeze. He took
no more time than he needed in banishing the cats. And even though sweet little
FallenKit had warned him, he banished all of the kits as well to live with their
treacherous parents. The new leader was shallow and scared of the same fate as
his past leader. He didn’t trust the kits now either, thinking they would grow
up to be like their father. He knew he had to make a point to the rest of his
clan, that no one should dare try that again.
ThrashingFang demanded how his
former deputy knew this murder to be true and the new leader couldn't stop himself before he said "Fallen..." And gave a cough to try to cover it up. But the look he gave FallenKit betrayed his silence.

Out in the rogue forest ThrashingFang began seething with rage. He turned to FallenKit
and raked her across the side of her face with a malicious swipe. He knew she
had told. He would have done much more but LivelyBreeze stepped in front of her
daughter and growled at her mate. “Don’t you think you have done enough,
ThrashingFang?” Tears streamed down her face as she protected her kit.
ThrashingFang turned to his mate and attacked her, enraged by the fact she had
challenged him and that his plan hadn’t worked. FallenKit watched in horror as
yet another cat was killed. She stepped back with her siblings as she watched
her father growl at LivelyBreeze and pad away deep into the forest, not even
looking back.

The little kits starved for they didn’t know how to hunt. FallenKit let Memory
lean on her shoulder as they walked. They stopped to rest and as FallenKit
huddled protectively around MemoryKit and closed her eyes. She opened them as
she heard ThornKit and looked up. An eagle had swopped down and grabbed the kit.
Fallen tried to jump at it and take it down, but the effort was futile. She
stopped and cried for a long while, Memory at her side.

FallenKit swore to herself then that she would protect her sister at all costs.
The tiny she began to be able to hunt the smallest and weakest of mice to feed
her and her sibling. She loved Memory and was very overprotective, not wanting
to lose anything else. As they rested for about a moon, they struggled to
survive. They became so weak from dehydration one day that finding a big blue
stream was such a relief.

They stopped and sipped greatfully. When FallenKit had drank her fill she sat
behind Memory, looking around to make sure her sister was safe. Was that
something moving in the shadows over there? She stepped forward to investigate.
Maybe a trick of the light? She stepped even closer then whipped around as she
heard a splash, followed by yelps of MemoryKit. She looked around frantically as
she tried to figure out what to do. She hopped into the water as her sister was
swept down the stream, her crippled paw and weak frame keeping her from swimming
correctly.

The water was everywhere, creeping into her lungs and ears and nose.
She finally stopped and hopped up on the bank to see if she could see Memory,
but her dearest sibling was gone as well. FallenKit fell on the ground, sobbing,
and waiting for the hawks to take her too. She wouldn’t have gotten up off the
forest floor, but a shadow fell across her fur and when she looked up, she saw her father there.

“You killed her… You let her die… Tsk tsk tsk… You are quite the despicable little she… You are not worthy. You couldn’t even save your own sibling.” the grin grew to a condescending smirk. “This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t because of you. If you had been a good little kit… Now look where you ended up.” He gave her a look of pity. “All of your family is dead except me. And it was all of your fault.” He meowed, fire beginning to grow in his eyes, and being a kit, Fallen couldn’t have more deceived. “Say goodbye, you worthless fox dung excuse for a kit.” He meowed.

ThrashingFang attempted to kill FallenKit as well, but failed when she jumped into the river to get away and was whisked away by the water. ThrashingFang yowled after her. “I will find you Fallen. You will learn your lesson. I will get my revenge.” And ThrashingFang was left, condemned to the rogue lands, and the twistedness of his mind. It would grow even more and more until his mind became a monstrous abyss of madness.

FallenKit woke up on the bay of the river, StarClan knows where, coughing up water. The little she was scared and alone and miserable convinced she was a murderer and the cause of her family’s death. She felt evil and worthless and that she didn’t deserve to live.

A docile rogue she-cat found her and took her in. Nurturing her and bonding with the tiny kit. Fallen had thought she found a place where she felt safe. But she was wrong.

Another moon passed and the rogue knew she couldn’t take care of the kit much longer. As much as the tiny kit pleaded, the rogue still left FallenKit. She gave her directions to a group of cats nearby, but offered no protection. The she appeared to have problems of her own.

“Please, please don’t leave me! What about the badgers and foxes?” FallenKit whimpered.
But the rogue foster mother just looked at the kit, slight hint of sadness in her eyes, but stern almost bitterness in her voice. “I couldn’t keep you forever, Fallen. You should know that. You will have to deal with whatever you face on your own.” And with that she left the kit, not looking back as if she was worried about somethng in her future.

Fallen was betrayed once more. And desperate. Her ribs poked out of her fur and she was weak and frail. Her only choice was to make it to the other cats, and hopefully they wouldn’t betray her. And hopefully they would accept her no matter what horrible past she had. Maybe it would be better if she didn’t tell them…

With all of her might she trekked away in the directions the rogue had instructed, hating her foster mother more with every step. Loathing herself more with every step. She made it to the group she had been told about and passed out in their camp, weakness aching in her bones. She had made it to ValiantClan. And the lies she had told about how she had gotten there had held… until now…

I may make some interesting drama to happen, but for now, here is her looooooong history. Dont worry I will shorten it xD