Mama, We All go to Hell
Had to write an argument for my Creative Writing class
Quailstar approached the Dusk Patrol, which consisted of Hollydream, Woodpecker, and Gullwing.
"Uhm.. Quailstar.. you have a visitor." Gullwing said this a big sheepishly. Before Quailstar could even ask who it was, another cat appeared from the bushes that lined the Camp entrance.
"Creameyes? What the hell are you doing here?" Quailstar growled.
"Well, daughter, I am here to rejoin SummitClan!" There was a long pause.
"...are you kidding me, Creameyes? Seriously?!" Creameyes approached her daughter more directly.
"I'm dead serious, Quailsong."
"It's Quailstar now; you know that!"
"Oh boohoo, so I called you by the wrong name. So what?" Creameyes laughed. "This is just another example of how you need to grow up!"
"I need to grow up? I need to grow up?!" Quailstar's lips formed a snarl. The two cats were so close that their noses were practically touching.
"You're acting like a child! Typical Quailsong, I suppose." Quailstar tried her best to ignore the second remark.
"So you think you can just waltz into my Clan and ask to live here after what you've done to me? What the hell is wrong with you?!" Creameyes unsheathed claws.
"I am your mother, show me some respect!"
"You gave up the right to call yourself my mother when you abandoned me; abandoned your Clan!" Tears came to the edge of Quailstar's eyes as she said this.
"You gave me no other choice; you were despicable! You're a monster!"
"Wow, that's cute coming from the person who abandoned her child just because they're gay!"
"I gave you the chance to change, Quailsong. But you still buddied up to that disgusting she-cat! She is such a bad influence on you." Quailstar pushed Creameyes harshly backwards.
"Dont you dare talk about Honeydew, or so help me those will be the last words you say!" Creameyes laughed again.
"I'm not afraid of you Quailsong; you're nothing but a crippled attention-whore with a loud mouth!" Quailstar felt like this was getting no where. Surely her mother wasn't actually here to rejoin SummitClan.
"Y'know what, Creameyes? I am so done arguing with you and your narcissism. What the hell do you want from me?"
"Well, Quailsong, there is a very good reason I'm here." Creameyes was smirking.
"Oh, yeah? Spit it out then, you prick." A low growl rumbled in the back of Quailstar's throat.
"Well, Quailsong; I'm pregnant."