The StealthStorm Sisters, How We Began

The StealthStorm Sisters
Written by: Tornadostorm
Produced by: Stealthvixen

(Tornadokit’s view)
I was running. I felt betrayal, a broken trust, I felt really hurt, and heartbroken. What was I now? An orphan? A rouge never to be trusted? Where would I go? How would I survive?

I’d been running for about two months now. I was starting to feel hungry. I slowed down. Looking around me, maybe for a mouse, or something I could get milk from? Or some sort of tolerable meat? Meat was… Urg, it was worst tasting then…Anything you can imagine!

I don’t know how the adults tolerated it. I saw a mouse in the distance. I bolted after it. I couldn’t stalk very well. My short legs, and inexperience at walking, meant I stumbled after about three steps. Falling straight on my face.

I sat up. First my eyes began to water, then I broke out into full sobbing. Wailing, and wailing. Why couldn’t I do anything right?! What was wrong with me! What was I doing?! Why was I running away?! I was starting to doubt myself again. I took a deep breath, in attempt to stop the tears, and stood up.

I began to walk forward. It would be another mile or so before I got another chance at a meal. I walked about a quarter of a mile, before my legs felt like they would not carry me one step further. I saw some leaves… Mint, maybe? I trotted over, and crouched by them.

I mouthed the leaves. Getting some of the tasty sap, and watery dew on top. I ate most of the plant, before I got up again. The meal wasn’t nearly enough, but it was about as much as I could successfully get in a day.

I wanted someone to come. Someone to come, and take me away from this place. To watch over me. To give me a safe place to rest my paws. I felt no where was safe. I was constantly moving without a stop.

A few miles later, I heard a sound in the bushes across from me. I turned and ran behind the roots of a tree. Peering out nervously, I was surprised at what I saw.

A young fox pup. Much younger than me, about 2 weeks old, was backing out of the bushes watching something as if it was about to eat her.

Then a group of about 5 full-grown cats, strode out after the pup. They were rouges. Muscular and heard of heart. They unsheathed their claws. The pup made a whimper. So sweet, and so small. It set a fire in me. I’m sure now, that it was from my warrior origins. I snarled quietly.

Crouching, now with the expertise given by instinct. I stalked forward, to the edge of my bush. Unsheathing my claws, I leapt forward. Even though the pup was a fox, I was much bigger then her.

I slashed at the nearest fox to me. The pup’s ears pricked, but she stayed crouched. The rouge yowled, then slashed at me herself. I barely dodged, then I turned to the pup. I grabbed her scruff, and ran. She stumbled along after me, but I was more dragging her.

We ran for a long ways. She had stopped squealing from the initial shock of me turning, and grabbing her, (By the wrong part of her, BTW, I learned later I should have grabbed her by her back)

After running for about a mile straight, I slipped into a hole under a rock. I looked at the pup next to me. She was so scared, I could see the whites of her eyes. She was staring out the entrance of the hole. I smoothed her fur with my tail. “Are you okay?” I asked softly

She looked at me. “Y…Yes…” She lowered her ears. “But they wanted to eat me!!” She cried. I looked at her sympathetically. “What’s your name? I’m Tornadok…Just Tornado.” She looked at me wide-eyed “I’m Sweetwater. But you can call me Stealthkit.”

I tilted my head. “Where are your parents. Shouldn’t they have protected you?” Sweetwater looked at me. “…They left me here. They said it was much safer for me to leave my pack.

Apparently, some wolves need me for something.” She looked at me nervously. “Hey… You fought pretty well back there… Can I stay with you? Wherever you’re going?” I smiled. “Of course!” “Does she actually like me?.. Well, it can’t last long. But I’m entitled to enjoy it while it lasts, right?” I felt a tear streak down my face. “I don’t know where I’m going, but you can come with me. We’ll be the Explorer Sisters!” Sweetwater giggled. “Sisters. I like that.”

I smiled. Sweetwater curled up. I looked outside. It was getting pretty late. But now that I had Sweetwater along side me, I couldn’t travel at night. She was too young.

Technically, she should still be only drinking milk. How could I give that to her? Sighing, I turned back to Sweetwater. She was shivering. I curled up around her, and she stopped. Her soft fur was somehow comforting, and I fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, I blinked my eyes open, the dawn sun shining right into our little shelter. I slowly lifted my head. I looked at Sweetwater.

She was still asleep. I got up, and stretched. I hadn’t felt so rested in a while. I slipped out of the den. I found some mint-leaves, and used the dew to wet my dry throat.
Then I did a bit of exploring, looking for food, and for a good source of water. Suddenly, I heard some small footsteps running up behind me. I turned around, my tail in the air excitedly. Sweetwater bounded up to me. “Your awake!” I called happily. She nuzzled me “You stayed with me, Tornado! I thought you had run away!”

I looked at her, and whispered. “I’ll never leave you. I promise.” I turned, and started walking. Sweetwater followed me. “What are you doing?” “I’m looking for food.” I explained. “Why?” She asked. “You had a meal of those mint-leaves. They didn’t have dew on them.”

I smiled. “I can live on Mint-leaves for a little while, but you need milk. Badly. And I could use the meat.” Sweetwater looked at me with wide eyes. “Your not looking for food for yourself?” I smiled, and shook my head. “No. I’m not.” She rubbed herself against me.

“I wish I could help you.” She sighed. “But I cannot hunt at all.” I laughed “Neither can I! But I can try to make a catch, for ya.” Sweetwater smiled. “Okay then. I’m gonna look for some mint for you. Incase you don’t catch anything.” I nodded, and trotted off.

I saw a rabbit in the distance, I stalked it, but it saw me right away, and bounded off. I gave chase. I ran as hard as I could. I skidded to a halt. I’d lost the rabbit. I heard some chattering in the tree above me. I looked up. I saw a squirrel and her babies. “She outta have some milk for Sweetwater!” I smiled. I climbed up the tree. I soon was at her level. I slowly crept up on her.

I leaped. Grabbing her in my claws. I slipped and fell from the tree. Landing on the ground, I gave her the killing bite. Picking the squirrel up, I turned, and started to walk back to Sweetwater, when the squirrel started to squirm. It easily squirmed out of my weak jaws, and ran away.

I didn’t have enough strength to kill it with a bite yet. I sighed disappointedly I walked along. Not smelling any food, especially any source of milk.

Then I saw a mouse. Leaving it’s nest. It also had some babies. It would have some milk. I ran forward. Catching it, after only a small struggle. I killed it this time, and made sure it was dead. Picking it up in my jaws, I started to carry it back to our little hideout.

On my way I heard Sweetwater screaming. “Tornado!!! HELP!!!!” I dropped my mouse, and ran towards the voice. I reached a cliff. Not very big, but enough to kill a young kit, or pup, like Sweetwater and I.

I looked timidly over the edge. I saw Sweetwater. Hanging on to a small ledge. “Tornado! Help me! I can’t hold on!” I gasped. I put one paw on the rock face, to try and climb down to her. As soon as I put any weight on the paw, it slipped.

I leaned back. I couldn’t climb down there without falling. I looked around me. I saw a human trap. The steel jaws that would clamp around your leg, and not let you go till the Two-Legs came and got you.

I walked up to it. Moaning nervously. I slowly moved my hind-leg towards it. Once just above the ground, I closed my eyes, and slammed my foot down on the metallic bar running across the ground. The trigger for the jaws. The jaws slammed on my leg. I yowled in agony. My leg was now broken.

I grabbed the trap with my forepaws, and started dragging it over to the cliff-edge. “Hold on, Sweetwater!” I called. I heard her whimper. Once the trap was hanging over the edge of the cliff, (I was barely holding on to the edge of the cliff now)

I leaped off. I screamed as the trap stopped moving. Jerking my fall to a painful halt. My eyes were watering, as I stretched my forepaws down. “Grab on!” I called to Sweetwater. She looked at me with a shocked expression, then grabbed onto my forepaw with her jaws, and I started using my two working legs, to scramble backwards, up the cliff.

“Use your paws! Help me climb up!” She twitched her ear in acknowledgement. She moved her hind-paws, and started climbing. I also climbed as best I could. Eventually, I reached back, and grabbed the edge of the cliff with my fore-paw. I let my hindleg free itself, and now I was hanging by my fore-paw. I started to pull myself up. Kicking with my one backleg, and having Sweetwater help too.

Eventually, I scrambled up. I turned and grabbed Sweetwater’s scruff, and pulled her up too. Then I collapsed. Twisting my caught leg to do so, made me cry. Sweetwater looked at my leg, and gasped. She walked over to it, and started working to get it free.

Eventually, the jaws snapped open. I used my forepaw to my leg out, then gently lay it on the ground. “Sweetwater..” I whispered. “I can’t move my leg..” She looked at the leg worriedly. “The trap must have snapped the bone… Here, we need to get that braced.” I tilted my head. “Braced?” She found some generally straight sticks, then used a sharp rock like a nail-file, to make them conform to my leg. Then she got some cobweb. TONES of cobweb. Placing my leg gently between the sticks, she started wrapping the webs around the sticks.

It became so sticky, and gooey, the sticks could barely move. Then she blew slowly on the webs. They shriveled from the warm moister in her breath, and grew tighter on the sticks. Then as the moister cooled, the webs hardened, and became kind of like a crust. Locking the sticks in place, around my broken leg. I watched with wide eyes.

“How did you know to do this?” She smiled. “My father taught me. In case I broke a bone while I was out here.” I smiled. “He taught you well.” She giggled.

Helping me to my feet, she let me lean on her shoulder, and we walked back to the little hole. I grabbed my mouse, and we headed inside. Curled up around each other, We shared the mouse. She drank the milk, then I tried my hand at tiny, tiny bites of it.

She watched me with a confused expression. “Don’t you like the mouse?” I shook my head. “No. I hate it. You see, I’m too young to eat it. I can barely chew it. My teeth aren’t strong enough. It’ll taste better to me, when I’m older. But that doesn’t mean it’s any less nutritious for me.” I laughed.

She smiled, and lay her head down. The mouse ended up being more of a meal for me then I expected. I had allot left for the next day.

The next day I woke up, and the pain had really set in on my leg. I groaned. Sweetwater woke up. “You okay?” I sighed. “Yeah. My leg hurts.”

She looked at me sympathetically “come on. We should get going.” I nodded. Slowly, I got to my feet. Sweetwater did the same. She let me lean on her, as we walked on. The walk was hard, especially sense I was constantly hopping to avoid putting weight, or pressure on my leg.

We had gone a long, when we saw something large, in the distance. Heading towards it, we saw it was a warrior’s camp. Suddenly, a warrior slipped out of the camp, she had a golden pelt, with white markings. She started heading towards us. Though the warrior did not see us.

Sweetwater gasped, and ran behind a rock. I stumbled forwards, unable to keep my balance. I tripped and fell at the warriors paws. Suddenly my exhaustion from the past two months caught up with me. I just lay there. “Can you help us please?”

The warrior looked at me with a shocked expression. She gently picked me up, and started carrying me towards the camp.

Sweetwater peered out from behind her rock. She gasped as she saw me being carried away. “TORNADO!” She cried. She rushed after me.

A different warrior intercepted her. Cream colored, with pink markings. “Woah, young one! I don’t think I’ve seen you around anywhere. Are you of CloudClan?”

Sweetwater shook her head vigorously. “N..No…” “Well, you’re a fox pup, aren’t you? If you had parents, they would be around here, wouldn’t they. I’ve never heard of a Pack-fox to abandon their pup before though. You poor thing. Come with me into LightningClan.”

Sweetwater pricked her ears. “A..A clan?..S..Sure..” The golden warrior was coming back out of the camp after leaving me with the leader, Rootstar. A silver tom with dark orange spots.

The cream warrior looked up at the golden warrior as she exited the camp. “Hey, Goldshimmer. Do you think this young pup should be accepted as a member of LightningClan?” Goldshimmer nodded. “Yes, Rosestar.”

I didn’t see her for a long time after that. Only after 6 moons later, at a gathering, as Tornadopaw of CloudClan. The newest apprentice in the clan.

I was following my clan. Very strong in stature, now, and almost 8 moons old. I was walking alongside Goldshimmer, and Rootstar. (Obviously I could walk again, as my leg was fully healed.) As it turns out, Goldshimmer had been deputy of the clan. I looked around at all the LightningClan cats in the field below. One cat in particular caught my eye. The pelt was a dark burgundy red. And very thick. And the tail was large, and fluffy.

I gasped. Could it be? No… She’d changed so much! I rushed down the hill. I thought she had died! It was Sweetwater! I skidded to a halt next to her. She was so much bigger now! Slightly bigger then me! “Sweetwater?!” I called excitedly. She looked at me. Yes! This was no cat, but a fox! She laughed “TORNADO!” And we hugged.

I smiled. “It’s Tornadopaw, now. I’ve been a member of CloudClan for several moons!” Sweetwater looked at me with a huge smile, and a small excited yip. “And I’m Stealthpaw! I’ve been an apprentice of LightningClan for almost a moon now!”

I laughed. “And to think we never saw each other!” She chuckled.

After the gathering, we continued to talk, until our clans separated. Promising that we would see each other more often.

Eventually, we were given our warrior names. Stealthvixen, and Tornadostorm. And our clans started calling us the StealthStorm sisters. Stealthvixen and I were sitting, watching the sunset one evening. At some point, Stealthvixen tapped my back with her tail, and whispered to me; “Sisters. I like that.”