Warriors Fan Fiction

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“Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow – whether there is a market for it or not! The kick of creation is the act of creating, not anything that happens afterward. I would tell all of you watching this screen: Before you go to bed, write a four line poem. Make it as good as you can. Don’t show it to anybody. Put it where nobody will find it. And you will discover that you have your reward.” Kurt Vonnegut

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  1. Mistleheart
    December 14, 2016 at 3:01 am

    Pain is a public humiliation, one that should be rejected by the receiver. Pain did not defeat enemy intruders when the Clan needed their warriors most, but found none due to them suffering from pain. Pain did not cure the Clans of disease when they sustained severe blows from greencough, for it was catmint that did the trick. Pain did not help any warrior, leader or kit.

    We are taught to decline the mere feeling of pain. We are to not let it overpower our minds, and in the case of battle, or claws and teeth as well. Pain is not the king of a cat. The cat is. And the cat is not to submit to pain at any moment, occasion, or circumstance.

    This is the world, and there is nothing but hard work and pain in the world.

    But I hold my chin up, and I survive, one of the strongest. We will become the hardened warriors we we be known and feared as through the mentors’ methods, however much I dislike it. This is FireClan’s reputation. We have no choice but to obey our mentors.

    We are trained in the forest every day, and every day it is ruthless paws slamming me to the ground before my mentor says, “That’s it for today. I expect better work tomorrow,” or something similar.

    Every day, I fail.

    It’s not simple, even as one of the strongest apprentices. The others are having trouble too. I glimpse them trudging through the forest too, back towards the camp, their pelts rumpled and covered with mud and scratches, ears bleeding.

    When I return to my nest, I’m too exhausted to discuss with the others the dismal day. I collapse into my nest and fade into slumber.

    The next morning, I get up. My legs ache from yesterday’s battle, and my scratches sting.

    I wince.

    But I ignore the flashing pain. It’s nothing, just a twinge.

    My mentor is already awake. “You’re finally here,” he growls, looking over me with his cold eyes.

    I nod respectfully. This is the expected response for a FireClan apprentice.

    “Yes, Ripplestorm,” I meow.

    We head into the forest anticipating the battle that would follow. Once again, I am pinned in a matter of moments. I’m not quick enough, and still sleepy.

    “You are not focusing,” Ripplestorm snarls many times. “You have to focus.” Then he lunges again, slashing with a huge paw. I jump aside, but he knows, and his other forepaw catches me, bowling me over.

    Lesson over.

    I trudge back and want to crumble into pieces. Why does life have to be so complex for me? But I don’t crumble. I am a hardened FireClan to-be warrior.

    I don’t even sleep.

    As the apprentices return and start complaining, I don’t even complain.

    As they whine over their wounds, I refuse to tell of the pain.

    I don’t let it bite.

    I don’t let the pain overwhelm me, for it only makes each wound hurt more.

    —-

    Ughhhhhhh, how terrible ~




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    • Streampaw/streamshadow ships RinMaki
      May 30, 2017 at 4:23 pm

      heeeeeey don’t say that t’s awesome!




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  2. December 22, 2016 at 7:08 pm

    I screeches I Inactive




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    • Streampaw/streamshadow ships RinMaki
      May 30, 2017 at 4:23 pm

      same




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  3. July 25, 2017 at 5:41 pm

    Where did my fan fiction go? I wrote two chapters for the people! Where did they go?


    Echobreeze




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