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  • Here is Part One of the story about my OC 🙂: Froskit woke when a tail swished over her nose. Pricking with annoyance, she staggered to her paws and gazed around, fur bristling. Dawnkit yawned beside her, her flame-colored tail drifting lazily from side to side. Her littermate was still half asleep, though must have been finishing a dream. Growling softly Frostkit looked around the nursery. It was approaching leaf-bare; chill winds had managed to slice through the nursery walls, and had left the place much colder than it had been in green-leaf. Though it was fairly spacious, as not many queens had kits in leaf-bare, so only Dawnkit, Frostkit, and their mother, Silverheart lay curled in its walls.
    Frostkit scratched her ear. It was dawn and light was leaking through the thick brambles surrounding the nursery entrance. Still growling at being awoken so early, but figuring it was no use to go back to sleep, Frostkit squeezed out and into the camp.
    It was a beautiful morning. Red and gold streaked the sky, matching with the leaves strewn across the ground. Frostkit fluffed up her fur against the chill and looked around. The dawn patrol would wake very soon, but not yet. Now, she had the place to herself. Her pleasure quickly died as a strange scent drifted across her nose. It was not the warm and comforting ThunderClan scent she knew well, but a strange odor. She frowned; she had never smelled this before. But wait — she had!

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  • Contest Entry…? (I think?)

    Here is Part 2:
    It was the scent the ThunderClan patrols brought back after they patrolled the WindClan border. Frostkit’s fur began to bristle. Something was wrong. From all the stories she had heard the WindClan border was far enough away so that no scent simply blew from it. Unease began to tingle in her stomach, and she considered backing into the nursery. No! She thought. That’s what a kit would do. Taking a deep breath, she padded closer to the entrance, keeping low to the ground.
    “We need another way in!” Voices! Frostkit stiffened, she had never heard them before. “They could be guarding the entrance.”
    “Then so be it!” Growled another, and Frostkit flattened her ears with fear. “Those fox-hearted poor excuses for cats need to know anyway.” Suddenly, Frostkit knew who they were. Dashing around the clearing, she began to yowl.
    “WindClan invasion! WindClan invasion!” All around the camp, cats shot from their nests, blinking sleep quickly out of their eyes, they jumped alert and fur on end. Their eyes darted around, looking confused. Suddenly Silverheart stumbled from the nursery, thrusting Dawnkit, who was trying to follow, behind her with weary paws.

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  • Part 3:
    “Frostkit, what is it?” She sighed, sympathy in her eyes.
    “WindClan!” Frostkit gasped. “They’re coming!” No sooner had she said it, than Barkstar emerged from his den. The cats around the clearing had begun to relax and murmur angrily, and Barkstar looked like them.
    “Frostkit,” He said, in much the same disappointed tone as Silverheart. “Why do you think WindClan is invading?”
    “Because they’re right there!” Frostkit yelped, jabbing her tail at the entrance. Suddenly, cats began to flood from it, WindClan stench clinging to their pelts, and their eyes gleaming with hate. A look of surprise flashed over Barkstar’s face before he drew his warriors together with a wave of his tail, and sheer determination and calm showed in his eyes. Frostkit was watching her leader intently, when teeth met her scruff. Fear clutched at her chest, cold and sharp, and she began to wriggle and writhe desperately.
    “Stop struggling, it’s me!” Silverheart gasped, and dropped her at the nursery entrance before shoving her and Dawnkit inside and placing herself protectively at the gap in the brambles.
    Dawnkit’s eyes shone with fear but her body trembled with excitement.
    “Come on!” She squeaked and sat close to the nursery wall, ears pricked. Hesitantly, Frostkit followed. She watched the brown pelt of Barkstar approach the cat in the lead. A tall black-furred she cat with bright amber eyes, like a spark of fire, stalked forward.
    “Sparkstar, why have you come here?” Barkstar meowed softly. Sparkstar gathered her warriors behind her, but let them fan out, so it looked like there were more of them then there were.

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  • Part 4:
    “You should know that, Barkstar!” Sparkstar retorted, showing her teeth. Barkstar drew his small body up to its full height, and met the she-cat’s eyes bravely. “I don’t.” Sparkstar looked close to raking his ear as she replied.
    “Prey-stealers!” Horrified gasps escaped many ThunderClan warriors at the yowled words. “Our warriors found a mouse in your territory, smuggled beneath a bush, wrapped in WindClan scent!” Lakestar put a paw forward menacingly. Barkstar now showed his own teeth, and he was obviously making an effort to keep his pelt smooth.
    “What were you doing on our territory?”
    “So you admit it!” Sparkstar snarled, her claws sliding out.
    “I am admitting nothing!” Barkstar retorted, his gaze slipping to Sparkstar’s gleaming claws. “Our warriors are as mystified as you. We did not take that mouse from your territory, or there would have been our scent on that side!” Frostkit waited for the hostile glare to fade from Sparkstar’s eyes, but it didn’t, and instead, it grew.
    “Liars!” Sparkstar paused after her yowled accusation, her claws sliding back into their sheaths. “I will admit there was no ThunderClan scent on our territory, but it easily could have been blown away by the wind. When marking the border, one of our patrols smelled WindClan on your side. Unlike some here —” She paused to glare at the ThunderClan cats. “We know not to cross borders, and had no orders to do so. So we looked and found the mouse.” She glared at Barkstar, and it seemed as if it took everything she had to force her next words out. “We apologize for crossing the border, but it’s not everyday you smell your scent on another’s territory, unless you ThunderClan cats are used to it.” She regained a sneer at the end of her speech and finished with a menacing hiss.

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  • Part 5:
    Frostkit frowned as she watched the leaders talk. Her mind began to whirl as she thought, an explanation began to form in her head. I know why ThunderClan didn’t take that mouse! She thought, with a wave of silent triumph. Now I just have to get out of here and prove it to the leaders.
    Frostkit watched her littermate closely to check she wasn’t paying attention; Dawnkit’s eyes were fixed on the leader’s as they snarled and hissed at each other, all the excitement drained from her face. At the entrance, Silverheart had pressed herself closer, but there was a small gap near her lashing tail. Quietly, Frostkit got to her paws and slipped forward. Waiting for her mother’s tail to lash the other way, she wriggled out near her mother’s flank and charged into the clearing.
    “If we killed that mouse to eat, how come it’s still there and not in our camp?” Barkstar was spitting with fury, his back arched.
    “Because one of your poor excuses for warriors forgot it!” Sparkstar retorted. Barkstar’s eyes glittered.
    “Are you undermining the skill of my warriors?” He said in a dangerous voice, his claws sliding out. Frostkit stumbled forward, her heart thumping. It seemed the clans were on the brink of battle. For a heartbeat, Frostkit imagined the clearing full of yowling and tumbling cats. Claws out, fur and blood everywhere…the nursery’s walls destroyed…Silverheat lying motionless on the ground…Frostkit shook her head. She had to stop that.

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  • Part 6:
    Suddenly, a shout broke the tense air. “Frostkit!” Silverheart yowled. “Get back here!” The two leader’s heads snapped around to look at Frostkit as she padded quickly but uncertainty toward them, oblivious to the calls of her mother.
    “Wait!” Frostkit gasped, thrusting herself between the two arguing cats. Sparkstar gave her a disdainful look. “Really Barkstar? Can ThunderClan not even control their own kits?” Barkstar’s eyes were shards of anger as he glared down at Frostkit.
    “Frostkit, you have disappointed your Clan and disobeyed your mother. Get back into the nursery this instant.” Frostkit tried not to shrink under his yellow gaze, bright as fire with anger, and rooted her paws to the ground.
    “Not until you’ve heard what I have to say,” Frostkit meowed, lifting your chin.
    “Say it then, kit.” Sparkstar thrust her face close to Frostkit’s. Her eyes were full of menace, but Frostkit noticed that behind that a gleam of curiosity lay. Barkstar snarled as Frostkit took a deep breath.
    “I-I think it was a rogue,” She muttered, her confidence draining out of her faster than water into thirsty earth, and her voice breathless with fear at what the leaders would say. What if they didn’t believe her?
    “Speak up, kit!” A sharp yowl came from one of the elders.
    “I think it was a rogue,” Frostkit said, forcing confidence into her voice. “A rogue that wanted to steal prey from all of the clan territories. The rogue knew how good we are at scenting, so they decided to use that against us. Was it your dawn patrol that found the mouse?”

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  • Part 7:
    “It was.” Sparkstar said stiffly, as if she wasn’t sure what to give away. Frostkit nearly sighed with relief; her reasoning had depended on that. “So the rogue caught a mouse on ThunderClan territory, and waited until your patrol had passed. I bet the rogue then rolled the mouse into the fresh scent marker and then put it under a bush up along the border for you to find.”
    “Frostkit,” Frostkit turned to see her father, Leafglare, pad forward. His eyes were slightly anxious and burning with anger, while his voice was hard as stone. “You should not be getting mixed up in things you don’t understand, in the nursery now.”
    “Hang on,” Frostkit’s head swiveled around, and she could almost feel her eyes shining with surprise as she realized it was Barkstar who had spoken. The brown tom blinked at her, and then meowed, “go on, Frostkit.”
    “Erm…well…oh, yes, the mouse,” Frostkit took a shaky breath and then raised her voice so it echoed around the whole hollow. “We can look at the mouse too —” But before she could continue, Sparkstar raised her tail for silence and nodded to a golden tabby behind her. The golden cat then took a mouse from behind him and brought it forward. Frostkit recoiled; it stank of Windclan. Frostkit tried not to throw up as she neared the mouse and peered at its paws. Little bits of moss and dirt were logged in its small claws. Frostkit raised her tail triumphantly and continued, “look! There’s moss on the mouse’s pads, moss, dirt and nothing else. That shows that it was last, and probably lived its whole life from the amount of dirt, on ThunderClan territory. So even if it was a ThunderClan warrior hunting, the mouse was probably still on ThunderClan territory and probably tread on a scent marker or something.”

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  • Part 8:
    Sparkstar looked thoughtful for a second, and then angry once again. “You are a smart little kit, I’ll give you that, but those little theories and a bit of dirt don’t prove anything.”
    She leaned in close, pressing her face close to Frostkit’s, so she could see everyone one of the black she-cat’s gleaming teeth.
    “But what’s more likely, Sparkstar?” Frostkit turned to see Barkstar step forward, his gaze even and confident. “That a rogue who wanted to cause a bit of trouble rolled a mouse in your scent, or that one of my warriors padded out of camp and hunted on your territory, hid the mouse underneath a bush and then forgot about their stolen prey and won’t admit to doing so?” Barkstar let his gaze sweep the gathered ThunderClan cats. Sparkstar started to growl, as the ThunderClan warriors glared at her from all sides.
    “Fine!” She snapped. “I will take a patrol to the border, if we can find a place where a mouse might have been rolled in scent, I will take a patrol here by sunset. If not,” Sparkstar paused to glare around malevolently. “We will deal with this how we deal with any other fox-hearted prey stealers!” With that last yowled word, she turned and leapt out of the ThunderClan camp, her warriors streaming out behind her, some even turning and hissing at the ThunderClan cats.
    “Nightstream, lead a patrol and check they get to the border.” Barkstar ordered, and the black she-cat dipped her head, called to a few other warriors, and raced out of the camp. Barkstar turned and looked down at Frostkit.
    “Frostkit,” He meowed, raising his voice so the entire clan could hear. “You were very brave and smart today, denying your clan leader but using your intelligence to prove your clan’s innocence, and I know you will make an excellent warrior.”

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  • Part 9:
    “T-thank you, Barkstar!” Frostkit stammered, feeling warm all over with pride. Silverheart purred, and her father looked at her warmly, as the clan crowded to congratulate her. Later that day, a begrudging patrol of grumpy WindClan warriors told the ThunderClan cats that there had been a disturbance in the freshly marked scent. Barkstar dipped his head and accepted their dutiful apologies, turning to Frostkit and blinking warmly. Frostkit lifted her chin as the clan looked at her with new respect in their eyes. Silverheart then padded over. Her pelt shining in the setting sun.
    “I’m so proud of you,” She murmured, giving Frostkit’s ear a lick. “Today, you served your clan like a warrior.”

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    • This is awesome! If no one else submits, you’re becoming deputy! When you’re story is finished and put on here, and if no one else has started a story, that position is guaranteed!
      Things about being deputy:
      I will treat you like a best friend, so prepare for that!
      You can put any links, answer questions and invite cats when I’m not here, and give suggestions. I will ask you for advice before anyone else. You can also run NTA when I’m not here!

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      • Thank you so much! I think the story is done. Deputy sounds great, and I would love to do everything you mentioned if I do become deputy 🙂. I think Stonesong might want to submit too, and would you like me to share the link to FlameClan on my NTA 🙂?

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        • Yes, please do. Also, could you post an ad for FlameClan on the tavern? People don’t usually go to past pages, and the pages are always adding up in the tavern, so it’s hard to keep an ad on the first page when in a few minutes another page is added!

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        • Okay. I’ll talk to her and wait until tomorrow. If she doesn’t start a story or say she’s going to start one, then you’re becoming deputy!
          One more thing:
          You’ll need to be on here as much as you can, because there might be questions while I’m away.

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    • also, is that the end of the story? the first part is more than the minimum word count, so your good with that! If you are done, and no one else replies by tomorrow that they’re starting a story, then you’re deputy!

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  • Okay, everyone! We’ll be starting Guess the Warrior!
    Today’s warrior is a pale gold tabby she-cat with creamy-colored stripes, a scar on her muzzle, and a gold-banded tail.
    Guess the Warrior!
    First person to guess the warrior wins! Guess the Warrior points will be added to NTA so that it’s not too complicated and there’s only one game.

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  • Okay everyone, we know who our deputy is!
    And the official deputy of FlameClan is…
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    Frostkit!!!!!!

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  • okay, is anyone running for medicine cat? simply askif you want to be medicine cat.
    Medicine cat privileges:
    You get to know a few secrets no one else knows!
    I decided that the deputy and medicine cat get access to a few secret pages, and can comment and help me and do stuff on them, but can’t claim them as their own or start something new there.
    I’ll post the link to those pages later.

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      • Sure! We don’t have a medicine cat, so you’ll be perfect!
        What is burdock root used for?
        What is good for bellyaches?
        What is the most dangerous herb?
        Just answer these questions to become an official medicine cat! Feel free to google the answers. You can pick the three questions when you get an apprentice!

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  • NTA! Sorry for the long wait. We’ll be doing NTA literally any day because I’m incapable of keeping track of Wednesdays! Unfortunately, same with Guess the Warrior!
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