Hallowe'en Thrills

[Fin]

RABEIKIT

In the sky, the moon rose high above, it's pale light illuminating the land. It was a white orb in the blackening sky as the sun settled a long while ago. All over the forests and moors, the cats of this land will be heading toward the place of Gatherings. Once a moon, each of the four clans would send a patrol to the neutral land - there was to be no fighting here, for the wrath of Starclan disallows it. Usually they would exchange words with each other before settling down to listen to their leaders talk, but not tonight. The stars foretold something strange would happen on this night.

The twoleg place had been noisy - any cat on the fringes of the territory could hear the shrill sounds of twoleg kits running around the area, but they never ventured to where the clans lived. The air was chilly, the cold winds brushing the landscape.

The clearing where the gatherings were held was empty - all but for one cat. Upon the great rock sat a small figure. A tiny kit sat on the highest part of the rock, a demented look on it's face. Foam gathered around it's mouth and dripped off onto the rock occasionally, his black eyes wide and menacing. They pierced the night, sending shivers down even the most bravest of cats. His little claws were stuck out, but there were no scrape-marks where he would have tried to scramble up the rock. How he got there was a mystery. The clearing was starting to fill up with cats - all that had not seen him.

Not quite understanding what was happening, the little black cat let out a shrill, high-pitched mewl, almost like a scream. He crouched on the great rock before leaping the distance down to the ground. Any worried mother might have ran to the kit to check for injuries, but none approached. He stood tall with his fur fluffed out in spiky, unwashed patches, his tail stuck out straight. He mewled again, as shrill and high as before. Foam dripped and created a path from where he had sat on the great rock to where he had approached the outermost line of cats, his eyes wide with intent.

[*~Blazeheart~*]

It was a crisp, cool night as the wind rustled through his fur like a soothing caress. Being from
Dawnclan, he loved the wind, and how it tugged his fur like a playful fellow. But today, the wind seemed to hold something cold and cruel in its grasp. Something tangible in the air made him shudder from the inside.
Something's...not right...he thought warily. He tried not to show it, but growing fear and apprehension built up in his inner emotions.
You're just being sillyZephyrstar scolded himself, lashing his tail as if to swat away the feeling. But it remained as he neared the great rock and, if possible, the fear seemed to escalate.
The full moon's beam shined upon the place where the leader's gathered. Already, there was a crowd, but for some reason they formed a circle around the rock, as if it was a fobidden place. Even the other Clan leaders dared not to approach it.

"What's going on?"the tom muttered, his silver and russet fur starting to bristle slightly. He pushed his way up front and saw a little black kit. An involuntary shudder ran through the leader's spine.
"Um..."
He glanced around him, but the other cats were now looking between him and the kit...as if expecting him to do something. The kit let out a shriek that made him jump a little.

"Er...Hi there little kit,"Zephyrstar began, stepping forward a little. He noted that foam seemed to drip fromt he little kit's mouth, but it was probably nothing.

[◦ʜʇʎɯ]

Lunarpaw stared at the kit. "I want to touch him." she meowed, padding forward with a paw outstretched. "Foooooaaaaaaaaam" she said, mesmerized.

"LOL Lunarpaw get away you freak." Morningpaw said. Flarepaw nodded.

"You don't know what that thing will do to you." the large apprentice meowed.

"Lunarpaw, what have I said about NO TOUCHY!" Terncry said with a 'D<' face.

Dreampaw stared at the kit. "Eeew look at it's eeeeeeeyeeeeees." she meowed, hiding behind Nighthawk.

Duststorm snorted. "Surely no mother would leave a kit?"[/color]

"It's so... foamy." said Frostcall, staring at it with mismatched eyes.

"Don't let it touch me!" Leopold whimpered making a ';_;' face.

Mudfur laughed loudly. "Aaaw, he looks kinda cute. Maybe we should keep him."

"Don't be stupid Mudfur," Sorrowhowl said, backhanding his friend. "Doesn't take a medicine cat to tell you it's sick."

"Oh my gosh Tigerfrost i love j00 save meeeee." Spiritsoul whimpered.

"My oh my that kit is freeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaakeh."[/b] the elder, Stonefang said. "Also, what the hell am I doing here." he said, walking back to MistClan camp.

"Was it sent by StarClan?" White-eyes said. "What does it look like?"

[derp lame post is laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame]

[Ruby]

Smokypelt hadn't expected to be allowed to come to a gathering. And the black kit spitting foam was about as much as a surprise as he could think to get.

'This might actually be the best gathering I've ever gone to.' the gray tom thought taking a seat a safe distance away from the growing crowd and the foaming black demonic kit. He looked at most of the cats and watched as an elder cat left the group to return to his camp, Smokypelt guessed. Squinting, Smokypelt saw a small cat approach the foaming kit.

"Hm... should I?" the tom said this and stood.

"Hm... well... it is a small cat..." Smokypelt walked a bit closer to the group then stopped and turned around.

"But it isn't from my clan..."

He looked back again. "But it is a foaming demonic kit..."

He took a step forward then stopped. "But that little cat will deserve what it gets if it approaches a foaming kit..." He took another step forward. "Ugh, mouse-dung... I should probably save the cat."

With that, Smokypelt bolted across the clearing. He jumped over, on and past several cats and jumped at the small apprentice that smelled of Dawnclan and grabbed the she-cat from the scruff of her neck and bolted with her, then succeeded in tripping a fox-length away.

[Sublimeluver]

Revolutionstar gazed at the kit with kind eyes. "If anyone takes it surely his mother won't be very happy...maybe she's hunting as we speak for him." he meowed

[Springrose]

Sparrowpaw walked hesitantly around the gathering area, staying mostly around his clan. Not that he minded being around the others, it's just that he really couldn't care less about the latest gossip, and he would rather not get bombarded with a bunch of immature cats talking to him and asking irrelevant questions. His tail twitched in annoyance at the possibility.

Though he would rather not talk to the others, Sparrowpaw ended up walking around a bit, either looking to eavesdrop or find something entertaining as he normally did when forced to go to the gatherings. And what was this? A small black cat foaming out the mouth. He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked closer, swerving around the other cats to get a better look. The moonlight fell gently upon everyone, giving the foaming kit a surreal and rather demonic look and atmosphere.

"Interesting." The apprentice muttered, momentarily distracted from his boredom and displeasure at having to come. He would rather be training whenever possible to reach closer to his goal, which often blinded him to everything else going on. This was not the case now though, for once he was glad he came to a gathering. It wasn't just curiosity making it's way into the apprentice's eyes though, there may have been just a little bit of genuine worry.

Well? Where are it's parents?

Sparrowpaw knew what it was like to be unloved by a mother, and unimportant overall. Maybe it was just that he saw a little bit of himself in the tiny kit, or maybe it was just a curious mind that made him walk closer. Either way, he weaved through the mob and found himself at the front in a short time.

[Sublimeluver]

Revolutionstar padded closer to the kit. He gazed at him with gentle eyes that bidded the little kit to come closer and to...to speak for Starclan's sake. "Hey there little fella...are you hungry?" he asked calmly. If the little kit spoke perhaps there would be a place for him in Fireclan.