Chapter Thirteen.
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Stone had that weird feeling that he wasn't controlling his own body again. Like his mind was drifting off to space, but his body continued to do something, and that something was something he didn't want to be doing.
He could feel his own paws slashing out at some unknown enemy. He felt his mouth snap and show his sharp white teeth. He felt his ears flat against his head, and his fur standing on end. He felt himself hiss, and snarl, and smirk.
He wondered what was going on. What was happening. But, for some reason, he didn't really care.
"Stone?!" A familiar voice brought him back to his body. What he saw made him gasp in shock. Blood. Gore. It was everywhere. What happened here? Was this all done by him?
"Stone...no...why?!" Stone looked around for the source of the voice. He spotted a fluffy white she-cat. He fur was caked in blood, as she sat hunched over in pain. Her green eyes glared at Stone with such anger and hurt that he suddenly felt regretful, even though he didn't know what he had done.
"Why, Stone? Why would you do this?" Dovepaw whispered hoarsely, blood tricking from her mouth. "Why would you kill them?!"Oi! Young'n! Get you slimy rump outta me tree!"
Stone jumped so much he almost fell off the branch he was sleeping on. "Aaarrgh!" He let out a yowl as he just barely caught himself. He was dangling by just the claws of his forepaws.
"Aheheheheh! Hahahaha Hohoho! Gotcha didn't I?" A familiar black tom with a gray muzzle was sitting right next to where Stone had just been sleeping. He laughed in the weirdest way Stone had ever heard.
Stone put his ears back, annoyed. He climbed back onto the branch and gave the old cat a dry look.
"Oh, now. Being with them Savages hasn't made y'all stiff has it, Stone? I liked ya better when ya talked to crows." The old loner's bright green eyes were teasingly cheerful. Stone couldn't help but let their warmth brighten his mood.
Stone chuckled "Yeah, yeah. You're soooo funny."
The black tom grinned "So, what brings you back here with us forest folk? Didn't miss me, did ya?"
Stone snorted. "Yeah right." He muttered sarcastically, squeezing past his old friend. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to find some food."
"Oh really? Learned how to do that now, have ya? Well, good luck." The old tom dipped his head in a goodbye.
Stone carefully climbed down out of the tree and walked along the forest floor, heading deeper into the forest. He silently wondered when he had fallen asleep. By the looks of it, it was about mid day. This reminded him of the cat that had been following him. He wondered where he went, and if he was still in the forest.
The loud call of a nearby chipmunk startled him out of his thoughts. He looked around and spotted the chipmunk on a low branch in a tree that was no more then five fox-lengths away. Stone licked his lips hungrily. He hadn't eaten anything since the day before at least. It was hard to tell. Not only because he'd been asleep the majority of the last twenty-four hours, but also because all memories of his time with the savages were foggy. Like a dream, almost.
Stone shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He knew he had to focus on getting some prey. He spotted the chipmunk again. Apparently it hadn't noticed him at all, because it had now wandered out of its tree and was nibbling on something among the pine needles at it's base.
Stone crouched, his full attention was now on his soon-to-be meal. He still hadn't been trained well to hunt, but he had been well trained in fighting. All he had to do was pretend he was ambushing some cat.
He stalked up closer to his prey, silent as a cat could be. When he got close enough to pounce, he did so. His front paws landed straight on the chipmunk's back, snapping it instantly. It didn't even know what hit it.
Stone grinned at his catch, like an apprentice who'd caught his first kill. Which, in a sense, he was. He could only savor the moment for a second, though. His hunger overtook him, and he snarfed down the fresh-kill as if it were his last meal.
When Stone had finished, he sat up and washed his paws and face. As he did, he tried to decide what to do next. Should he hunt some more? Should he find some shelter so he has a place to sleep? He looked around himself. This place was slightly familiar. He was pretty sure that the border with Stoneclan was not to far off. He was slightly tempted to go there and wait to see any of his old clan mates. Even if they had all hated him, and he hated them back, it was better than being in the company of the Savages.
Stone shrugged. There was really nothing better to do. Plus, he had remembered where his old den was. It was on the way to the border. If he hurried, he could watch the border patrol pass by. He smiled at the idea of seeing them.
He got to his paws and trotted off in the direction of the clan. He smiled cheerily as he went. It felt so great to be in the forest again. He felt more at home than he had in a long time.
When Stone arrived at the border, he found himself tempted to continue past, and head straight for the camp. He half wished he could just trot in there and be welcomed like any other warrior. His cheeriness at being back in the forest was swept away. He had no idea how the clan cats would treat him if they saw him again.
They might not even remember me. He thought, staring into the trees of his old home.
None of them would care to."Hey! You!" The familiar voice startled Stone. He jumped and looked around wildly. He spotted a small tortoiseshell she glaring running towards him from just down the border. He noticed her snarling face, and her unsheathed claws. She obviously meant to fight him.
Without a thought's hesitation, Stone whipped around and ran away from the clan territory. He didn't want to fight with anyone from his clan. Even if they rejected him, they were still his family. His attacker stopped where he had just been standing and watched him leave, her dull blue eyes filled with confusion.
When Stone had found himself far enough away to relax, he plopped down and panted. He wasn't for a moment before he realized who he'd run from. That voice. He'd know it anywhere. "I just ran away with my tail from my own sister." He told himself in disbelief. He thought back to the glimpse he'd seen of her. She didn't seem any bigger since he'd last seen her. He wished their reunion after so long hadn't been her attacking him.
Maybe she didn't even recognize me. I wouldn't. He thought, looking down at himself. His kit fat was definitely not there anymore. He'd grown strong muscles, but had eaten little. He almost looked deformed in the way that he had no fat, and tons of muscle. Not to mention his tattered coat, which hadn't had a good washing in who-knows-how-long.
Stone sighed, and got to his paws. He didn't want to meet any cats of his old clan anymore. He found how they would react, and he didn't like it. He wandered back to his den, unable to fight off the bit of depression that came with the realization that what he'd been dreaming would never come true.
I'll never be accepted back into the clan. Ever.