User:Snowstarthecourageous/Blacknight's Story

Let me tell you that before you read this, it's VERY sad. It's about Grayfur's dead brother, Blacknight. I wrote this all in one night, so there may or may not be typos. Enjoy! 21:20, January 7, 2013 (UTC)

-Present Day-

I knew it. I was never good enough. Grayfur was always better than me. He always mattered more. More important. Now I’m here. In the worst place I could go. The Dark Forest. I’m hated by everyone. I’m still a screw-up. Just like Starlight always said. I was a screw up, and I’m still a screw up. And this, that you are about to hear, is my story.

-7 years and 10 months before-

I open my eyes for the first time. The sunlight sparkles through the roof of my den, and my brother, Graykit, is fast asleep next to me. He opened his eyes days ago. Starlight was SO excited. Although, I was a disappointment. She wanted us both to open our eyes on the same day. Well, unfortunately, I wasn’t ready. Of course, she was disappointed. Graykit and I, we were the late bloomers. We were late to be born, and late to open our eyes. And he was always first. I prod his light gray tabby body with a paw, and he opens his eyes and blinks. He looks me in the eyes, and I smile. He smiles back, of course, but he doesn’t have the same smile I have. He’s got a smile of surprise, and less happiness. His eyes sparkle with happiness, but I’m not sure why. “Starlight! Blackkit opened his eyes! Can I go outside now?” Graykit asked, prodding her with a paw. Oh. So that’s why he was so happy. Starlight opened her big blue eyes, and looked at me and him, standing there together. She, of course, was not staring at me, she was staring at Graykit. I, of the two of us, was smaller than he was, and my eyes weren’t as brilliant as his. Starlight’s gaze flicked to me, and I stared at her, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement. Although, I never got it. She just stared and stared, at me. I just stand there, under her gaze, stood stock still. I couldn’t move. I felt pinned. I wanted to move, but my legs wouldn’t. She finally says something.

“I guess so, Graykit. But be careful. I don’t want to hear any stories of you getting in trouble,” she meowed, licking his ear affectionately. He trotted out of the den, the world filling his eyes. I just continued to stand there, unmoving, not speaking. Under her blue gaze. I knew there was no point in trying to escape it. My brain, and my legs, would never let me. I’m sure of it. And I doubt she will either. I wonder if this happened to Graykit. If it happens to all of us. I finally manage to get my voice to work, for the first time.

“Starlight, can I go out and play too?” I ask. She shakes her head.

“No. I said your brother can, but you can’t. You’re too small,” she replies, still holding me in her gaze. I stare at her. I want to just run out. But I can’t. Of course. I’ll never escape her gaze. That gaze, the one holding me down, is supposed to be holding me up, letting me fly, letting me learn to care, learn to love. But for some reason, this gaze won’t let me. Snowkit tumbles into the nursery, her white fur gray with dust. Her mother, Winterheart, gasps.

“Snowkit! Your beautiful white pelt!” Winterheart meowed, pulling her over with a paw and licking her fur clean. I wish Starlight would do that for me. Pull me over with a paw and lick my fur clean lovingly, like Winterheart does. But no. I’ll never have that love. Starlight’s gaze continues to pin me down, and I have nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. I’m just... pinned. Finally, after a while, Starlight breaks her stare. She flicks her paw, as if motioning me to go outside. I turn around, and see Graykit motioning me outside. I nod to him, and bound out of the den, happy to finally be free of her gaze. Graykit stops me.

“Blackkit, why didn’t you come out with me?” Graykit asks.

“Starlight wouldn’t let me,” I reply, sighing.

“Oh, of course,” he sighs. He notices Snowkit coming out of the nursery, and he smiles. Snowkit notices him and smiles, racing over to him and throwing her paws around his neck.

“Gray!” Snowkit meowed, smiling at him.

“Snow!” Graykit meowed, smiling back. I make a face.

“Well, i’ll leave you two lovebirds to it, then.” I walk away from them, Graykit with a shocked expression on his face. I doubt he’ll ever understand. Clueless. I race across the clearing and notice another kit. I’ve never heard of this kit. I walk over to her.

“Hello. Who’re you?” I ask, not recognizing her smell. She looks a lot like Snowkit.

“Oh, hello. I’m Frostykit. I’m Snowkit’s sister.” Her tail flicks, snow flying up behind her. Her eyes sparkle, like little tiny lights. I think my eyes sparkle too. No. No way. My eyes did NOT sparkle. I’m not my brother. No way, no how. She notices how I feel and looks away. Pfft. I don’t love her. I might never love her. Or anyone. I might never even have a chance. I flick my tail and turn away, padding away to a single corner of camp. I notice Snowkit walking across camp with Graykit. I stare at them. Pfft. Love. So overrated.

-5 moons later-

Graypaw and I are the newbies. Again. It’s always us, isn’t it? I bet it’ll always be that way. Darkpelt, our father, stares at Graypaw proudly. Of course, he’s, again, more loved than me. Always has been, always will be. He’s told me many times about how he and Snowpaw loved each other, and that they were going to be mates when they became warriors. Well, Snowpaw sure is lucky to have a mate like him. He’s perfect in every way, according to our parents. I was just an extra. The moment they laid eyes on him, he was their favorite. He’s bigger, more handsome, and, to them, smarter. Little do they know.

-4 months later-

Ha! Graypaw will never be better than me now! I’ve trained harder than he’ll ever know. I’ve been sneaking out of camp at night and training harder than he ever has! He’ll never beat me in a fight, and our parents will always like me better! He’s too caught up in his love for Snowpaw to train enough to catch up. Love is useless in my eyes. I know that Frostypaw loves me. But I don’t have time for love. I could love her, but I’m not going to become soft like my brother because of love.

-2 months later-

Grayfur and Snowfur are mates now. We’re warriors now. Starlight will soon be moving to the elders den. You know what? I’m not going to let her get that honor. She’s going to die! She doesn’t deserve those moons of rest. She deserves a painful death. I walk over to her, as if I had nothing hiding in my fur. “Hey, Starlight, mind coming for a walk with me?” I invited, trying to hold in the smirk that was trying to worm it’s way onto my face.

“Sure, Blacknight,” she replied, gazing at me with that blue gaze of hers. I think back to that first time I opened my eyes, how that gaze held me down. It’s not holding me down now. It will never hold me down again. I lead Starlight out of camp and down to the river.

“Starlight, this is the end,” I meow. She stares at me like I’m crazy. I’m not crazy. I tackle her, pinning her down. “How does it feel, being pinned down with no escape? THIS is how I felt when I first opened my eyes! It was your fault!” I hiss. Her eyes beg me to let her go, but I won’t. The time I let her go is the time she leaves this world. I hiss at her, and slit her neck with a claw. Blood gushes out of the wound, and my claw is tipped with blood. She couldn’t even fight back. Her eyes roll back in her head, and a pool of blood quickly forms around her body. Good. She’s gone. I throw her body into the river, and the river runs red with her blood. I’m glad she’s gone. I race back to camp as quickly as possible, and immediately everyone knows that something is wrong. Well, not wrong, but different. Better. They all stare at me, the blood that wets my fur, and the water in my pelt. They know what I’ve done. Good. They deserve to know. Grayfur stares at me, his green gaze almost electric with anger.

“What have you done! What have you done to Starlight?!” Grayfur yells at me. Hah. Who would’ve thought that he would be angry. Well, of course, she always loved him. Darkpelt comes forward.

“You. You are a disgrace to my family. You killed her. I saw you do it. By the river.”

“Then you are a coward. You could’ve stopped me, but you didn’t. You were always weak. And you knew it. So you didn’t face me,” I growl, my deep meow like thunder through the air between me and my family. So called family. They never loved me. So they aren’t my family.

“It’s over, Blacknight. You’re finished.” Grayfur leaps at me, but I intercept him and throw him easily to the side. He gets right back up and leaps at me again. He’s not strong enough. Just as I am about to fling him again, someone tackles me from behind. I claw and claw, but I can’t get them off. I’m on top of Grayfur now. I bite a part of his left ear off, and he yowls in pain. He deserved this. I then realize who is on top of me, just as they slit my throat. Snowfur.

-Present Time-

The last thing I remember of being alive is Grayfur hissing in my ear, “You deserved this. I hope you go to the Dark Forest, and be miserable until you fade away forever. I’m glad you’re my enemy.”

That hurt. It did. He was the only one who loved me at all. And Frosty, who went to live as a kittypet. Grayfur got what he wanted. I live here now. This is my home. That is my story. I hope that you, or someone else, will have learned something from it. Now, young apprentice, go. Leave this wretched forest behind. Go! Get out! You’ll get killed if you don’t. Don’t worry about me. I’m unbeatable.