#raggedchance

[warriorsfunlandpark]

Raggedchance seemed to be the only one who hadn’t accepted the blue-grey she-cat as their own. He stole prey from her when she was about to eat it, he shoved past her at meetings and in the clearing. Foxpetal and Aldertail weren’t much better. They would grumble and growl at her, never outright hurting her like their father but showing her no respect. Amberfang, however, often spent time with the blue-grey she-cat and that was enough for Jaggedfoot. It came to an absolute boil however when Brokensong made the mistake of bumping into Raggedchance while leaving the dirtplace. “I’m sorry!”

       “You know the last FunClan cat to apologize to me got his throat sliced open,” Raggedchance snarled quietly, his teeth bared at her. “He looked an awful lot like you actually. A blue-grey tom.” Brokensong’s eyes widened and she stepped back, almost slipping back into the dirtplace. A few cats returning from a patrol stopped and eyeballed the situation. “I slid my claws into his neck,” Raggedchance bellowed, “You want me to  do that to you?”

       “I am not a FunClan cat anymore,” Brokensong protested, “My allegiance is to TentClan. To my mate, Jaggedfoot and our son Coinkit.”

       “That scrap is not your son and my son is not your mate,” Raggedchance bellowed. Brokensong gasped as Raggedchance bit the air in front of her, causing her to stumble back into the dirt. She yelped, causing heads to turn as they watched Raggedchance stand over her, fur bristled. “I killed a FunClan cat long ago,” he snarled, “And I can do it again.” Brokensong’s eyes shut tightly, tears pricking at the side of her eyes. Raggedchance stalked in front of her, moving back and forth. “FunClan cats BLINDED my beloved Amberfang.”

       “And a TentClan cat killed my father!” Brokensong yowled, “But I still joined TentClan because I love your son.”

       “Stop saying that!” Raggedchance hissed, “You’re a dirty cheating riddle cat and you’ll never be one of us!” Jaggedfoot was on the scene in minutes, after returning from a patrol of his own. He’d heard the yowling and feared the worst. As Raggedchance opened his mouth to speak again, a small meow was heard behind him.

       “Le-le-leave my Mommy alone!”

       The clan members who were watching the fight gasped loudly as they heard the small, raspy mew. Both faces were glaring at Raggedchance with fire in their eyes. But it was only one face, the right side, that had spoken. “It can talk?!” Raggedchance gasped.

   “Di-di-didn’t you hear me?” Now it was the left side’s turn. “I s-s-said leave my Mommy alone!”

   “Coinkit can speak!” Foxpetal gasped.

   “Y-y-you’re being mean to her!” Coinkit sputtered, “And it’s not nice! Why do you have to be so cruel to us? We didn’t do anything to you, you-you-you big bully!”

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I haven't talked at all about Jaggedfoot's asshat Dad, Raggedchance. Raggedchance used to be jovial and fun until a FunClan cat blinded his mate and Jaggedfoot and Foxpetal and Aldertail's mom, Amberheart. He blamed Jaggedfoot because Amberfang had to spend extra time in the nursery because he was sick.

Anyway OBVIOUSLY his son taking up with a FunClan she-cat and then said cat joining the clan? He's not okay with that.

And Coinkit had not spoken until this point in the story so needless to say everyone is shocked.

[warriorsfunlandpark]

Funland Super Edition: Freakstar’s Sideshow

Chapter 1:

“Tell me the story again, Ghostpool!” Freakkit bounded up on stubby legs to approach the elder. Freakkit adored the old tom’s stories. Ghostpool had been a warrior of TentClan since the dawn of time it seemed. As Posterstar’s father, Ghostpool had been around long enough to have seen the leader grow from a small kit to the size of the massive cat he was now. Freakkit hoped that Ghostpool would be around to see him become leader. The old white tom scrunched his nose in confusion.

“What story?” Freakkit placed his large, malformed paws on Ghostpool’s thin leg, his face scrunched in annoyance.

“You know the story!” He whined, “C’mon! Tell me the story again!” Ghostpool chuckled.

“Only if you scratch my back, riiiight there.” The old tom pointed to his bony shoulder. Freakkit gladly scrambled on his back and kneaded the old tom’s back. He had no problem helping the elders if it meant storytime. They liked having him around. Twistback often would wrestle with him because of how young the other tom was. Flaxtail would teach him things like how to pounce. But his favorite was Ghostpool by far. The old tom would always have a story for him. Whether they were made up or real, Ghostpool didn’t care. “Now...THAT story?”

“Yes THAT story!” Freakkit mewed, “Please please pleeeease!”

“Okay okay!” Ghostpool laughed, “Alright let’s see...long long ago, before there were even any clans, there were four cats who roamed the park. This was back when the park was filled with twolegs! Lights! Sounds! Smells! Voices!” Freakkit stopped kneading and listened, eyes wide. “The best of all the cats was Tent. The twolegs called him that because he hung around the tents in the freakshow part of the park.”

The white cat adjusted his shoulders. “And the twolegs who lived in the freakshow worshiped him. Mostly just because he was kind to them. You see twolegs aren’t very forgiving when someone looks different. The twolegs would jeer and yowl at the freakshow twolegs just because they happened to be very tall, very short, or even have two heads.”

“There was a twoleg with two heads?” Freakkit always questioned this part of the story. Sure, like all of the kits, he saw the posters on the fence but he never really believed that to be possible.

“Hush and let me finish,” Ghostpool said, “So anyway these freakshow twolegs would be very kind to Tent. Tent passed this kindness down to his clan. And do you know why?”

“Because no matter what a cat looks like it’s always good to be kind to them!” Freakkit meowed, “Even if they look like me!”

“That’s right, son,” Ghostpool laughed, licking the top of Freakkit’s head, “And trust me, you ain’t the freakiest cat to ever grace TentClan. I ever tell you the story about the tallest cat to ever live here?”

“No!” Freakkit was ready to sit down for another story when his ear twitched.

“Freakkit! Freakkit where are you?!” Freakkit groaned.

“That’s Malloweyes,” he chuffed, “I’d better go.”

“Come back anytime, Freakkit,” Ghostpool said, “You know...I think you’re gonna do great things when you get older. I do indeed.” Freakkit grinned wildly and bounded out of the elder’s den towards his mother. Despte his chubbiness and malformed paws, the kit was very agile, diving in and out of the legs of other cats and sliding to his mother’s paws. Malloweyes was such a pretty cat, Freakkit mused, he couldn’t believe that his father had left her to become a kittypet.

“Where have you been?” Malloweyes said frantically, “I was worried sick!”

“Aw shucks Ma,” Freakkit said, “You know I was only hanging out with Ghostpool.”

“Ghostpool fills your head with those silly stories!”

“They are not silly!” Freakkit smiled up at his mother who winked at him.

“Come now,” she said, “Leopardpaw caught you something nice to eat.” Freakkit squealed and bounded after his mother.

“Is it a vole? I hope it’s a vole. I like voles!” He squeaked and chattered and Malloweyes chuckled.

“Why don’t you wait and see?” She purred. Freakkit nodded politely and followed his mother to where the apprentices were. Leopardpaw puffed his chest and pushed forward the prey to Freakkit.

“This is for you!” He chirped, “I caught it myself!” Freakkit meowed in delight. It WAS a vole!

“What do we say?” Malloweyes said sternly.

“Thank you, Leopardpaw!” Freakkit closed his eyes in a friendly blink. Leopardpaw grinned proudly.

“Your welcome!” Raggedpaw approached the group next, placing his large squirrel on the fresh kill pile.

“You sure you can eat that whole thing?” Raggedpaw purred, “It’s bigger than you!”

“I’m gonna grow!” Freakkit protested, placing a paw on his vole, “You’ll see!” Raggedpaw gently pushed the kit with a paw. Freakkit purred and growled, bouncing to his feet and biting at Raggedpaw’s throat with tiny, non-lethal bites.

“Oh no he got me!” Raggedpaw coughed, “I’m dying! Tell my mother...cough...I love her.”

“Quit it! I didn’t bite so hard!” Raggedpaw rolled over on his back and coughed again. Malloweyes laughed and rolled her eyes.

“You two stop it,” she scolded, “Freakkit eat your vole.”

“Okay Mommy,” Freakkit sighed. Raggedpaw ruffled his fur with his paw.

“We’ll play later, okay?” He said.

“Raggedpaw!” Freakkit’s head lifted as Raggedpaw’s mentor, Windtail called to him. “C’mon! We have to get ready for the evening patrol!”

“Nag, nag, nag,” Raggedpaw grumbled in Freakkit’s ear, “She’s going to patrol even when she’s in StarClan!” Freakkit snorted a laugh as Raggedpaw walked off, followed by Leopardpaw who was walking to Posterstar, his own mentor. Freakkit hoped one day Posterstar would mentor him! That would put him on the path to being a leader.

“Freakkit!”

“I’m eating! I’m eating!” Freakkit gnawed on the vole, tasting the sweet flavor of the creature. Sure, it was harder to chew than milk but boy was the flavor good! “One day, I’m gonna catch one of these for you!” Malloweyes purred.

“One day you’re going to be the best warrior TentClan has ever seen, my little one.” Freakkit swallowed and purred, rubbing against his mother’s cheek. One day, he thought, I’m gonna be the greatest leader TentClan has ever seen.