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  • After 2 days in StarClan Fallenpetal pulled her aside. “It is time for you to go,little one. But remember,I will always be with you no matter what.” All of StarClan gathered to say goodbye. “Bye! I’ll never forget you….” Stripepaw trailed off. She woke up in the medicine den. “When did I get here? And where is everyone?”She mumbled to herself

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    • “You’re awake!” Gracepaw rushed over to Stripepaw, and stood over her. She turned her head. “Rainingbreeze, Stripepaw is awake!”

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  • Roseshadow gasped at all the cats coming into the camp. We will have to double the hunting patrols she thought. I should go hunting. She introduced herself to the cats as she made her way to the exit. Roseshadow killed a mouse and scraped snow over her catch as she sniffed the air. Hare! She droppeed into the hunters crouch as she put her paws on the snow lightly. Suddenly, a cat pounced on the hare. Roseshadow stood up, snarling. She thought the cat was from a enemy clan. You stole my kill! she growled. But the cat looked startled. Roseshadow then recognized the cat. She looked down at her paws, embarrassed. Sorry, she mumbled. It’s okay, the cat mewed, giving a weak smile. He was still shocked form the sudden jump scare. I’m Whitespot, he mewed. Smiling even bigger. I’m Roseshadow, sorry for scaring you. she mewed, still embarrassed. It’s fine, i’m not used to hunting in the snow so I didn’t see you. Um, see you later Roseshadow said as she went to go and find her mouse.

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  • Gracepaw purred. It felt good to play with kits again.
    She remembered her mother, Elegant, and her father, Shadow. Elegant died before she could get to know her, but Shadow had told her many stories about her mother. Father must have loved her alot. She had always thought. And he also loves me alot.

    She had been a sickly kit when she was born, catching every illness. She was called “The Cursed Kit”, because there was a legend in the area, that whenever a aquamarine eyed, black furred, sickly kit was born, something bad would always happen, whether it be the Earth’s anger, the Water’s anger, the Sun’s anger.

    Her Mother and Father were newcomers, so they didn’t know. She was discriminated, and her Father was too. Her Father even suspects that one of the cats in the area killed her Mother, because she gave birth to.. her.

    The legend may have been true. She lost her father, the only kin she had. The only source of protection she had. She lost her best friends, Dream, to the life of a kittypet, Bubbles, to a car, Willow, to the depths of evil, and and Ruby, to a tom that left far away with her.

    She was constantly alone, until she found somewhere she could feel safe, somewhere she could feel happy, somewhere were she wasn’t alone. It was SnowClan. Sure, she never trusted them at first, but the life of the clans was more than appealing to her.

    Shadow always told her, “Believe in the power of the stars, and nothing else.” Now, she was beginning to wonder if her father was actually a clan cat, because he had looked a little wistful when he said that, and also, once, he had been called, “Shadowleap” by a cat that was leading a group of cats.

    Gracepaw wanted to bask in her memories for a little longer.

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  • Rainpaw watched as the lightclan cats came into their camp. She couldn’t help, but feel uncomfortable. There’s so many new cats, she thought. A couple cats introduced themselves to her and she replied back as polite as she can. Lionflame, Shimmerdusk, Apollokit, she thought to herself trying to remember the names. I’ll go hunt for the new cats, she decided, though the real reason was because she wanted to escape all the comotion. She headed towards the stream, flowerclan’s border. She walked through some brambles and saw Stonepaw on one of the stepping stones, a paw in the water. “Oh, hey Stonepaw,” she meowed. Stonepaw jumped up, surprised, lost balance and fell into the water, making a big splash. Thankfully, it wasn’t too deep and only went up to his shoulders. “Oh hey,” Stonepaw sighed, still in the water. He climbed up to the stepping stone soaking wet. “You’re the cat that accused me of crossing the borders. How did you know my name? Is it because you heard about the amazing Stonepaw?” he meowed, amusement in his voice. Rainpaw snorted. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Rainpaw,” Rainpaw replied walking up to the stream. “Well aren’t you a little too close to flowerclan borders,” he meowed, saying exactly what Rainpaw said to him before. Rainpaw snorted again, splashing water at him. “Hey! I’m already soaking wet!” he protested. Rainpaw snorted again. “You snort a lot,” Stonepaw observed. Stonepaw looked at the water, waited a little bit and a minnow swam by. He quickly scooped it up and killed it. He looked triumph. Rainpaw waited at the water and saw a large trout swim by. Her eyes widened and she quickly scooped the trout up killing it. She looked up and saw Stonepaw’s jaw drop. “Oh, it could be bigger,” she meowed, hiding her excitement. Stonepaw looked from Rainpaw’s trout to his minnow and sighed. “Hey, its okay,” Rainpaw meowed with amusement. “No one can catch fish like I do,” Stonepaw snorted and splashed her with water. Rainpaw purred, “Well I have to go. See you at the next gathering!” Did she imagine it or did she see a tinge of disappointment in his eyes? “Oh, okay. Bye!” Stonepaw meowed. Rainpaw walked back to camp holding her trout. “Look at what I caught!” she meowed, struggling to holding the giant fish.

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  • Moonpaw walked out of her den shaking.
    I need to eat something. And I could also make some new friends from LightClan. She thought hopefully.
    While she headed towards the fresh-kill pile, she noticed a flame colored tom with kind-green eyes eating away from all the others. Bringing a thrush with her, she headed towards him.
    “Um…hi! My name’s Moonpaw.” Moonpaw mewed, dropping her prey.
    “Hi.” He almost whispered, casting a nervous glance at his paws. “I’m Firepaw.” Firepaw took a deep breath and looked at her trembling pelt.”Are you okay?”
    Nope
    “Yeah.” She lied. “I just had a bad dream.”
    Moonpaw looked at the ground below her for a moment, embarrassed.
    He probably thinks that I’m silly, getting so worked up over a bad dream.
    A ginger tail tip touched her back before whisking away, and Moonpaw gazed up.
    “Do you… want to tell me about it?” He asked before shaking his head. “I’ mean…you don’t have to, but I might be able to help.” He gave her a small, shy smile and Moonpaw laughed.
    “You seem to have a very hard time talking to other cats.” She mewed. “Sure, but please don’t make fun of me.”
    “I’d never do that.”
    “Okay. I believe you.”
    (This is my dream:
    Moonpaw yawned. Padding to her nest in the apprentices den, she laid down and fell asleep immediately.
    The mottled she-cat walked through a familiar oak forest, the place where she had lived when she was a kit.
    Moonpaw wasn’t born in SnowClan. She was born as a loner to her mother Dawn along with her sister and best friend, Fern. They had lived in constant fear, always moving around their oak forest. Dawn had said that it was the best way to stay alive and she had repeated the same three things every single day:
    Stay safe
    Follow the stars
    And trust nobody
    A glimpse of silver fur caught the edge of her vision and Moonpaw whirled around hissing. A moon-colored she-cat stood a few mouse-lengths ahead of her, with soft white paws and brilliant sapphire-blue eyes that shined in the gleaming sunlight.
    “Moonpaw, you have come far, as I hoped you would.” The silver she-cat said quietly. Her soft mew echoed in the still, cold air and Moonpaw shivered.
    “Traveling far from your loner days will take a faithful heart, as the events in the coming moons will test even the strongest of spirits.” She continued, but then stopped suddenly.
    “What’s wrong?” Moonpaw asked.
    “You must go.” The cat said, her mew suddenly fierce. “I can’t let anything happen to you, but listen to this, Moonpaw: Remember the past, listen to the present and have faith for the future. Theses words have more power than the sharpest of claws and teeth…”
    She nudged Moonpaw with her silver muzzle and warmth flooded her as she crumbled to the ground, tired.
    “No…” She said weakly, wanting to know more as her head dropped. In front of them, a pained cry sliced open the still air, along with the sound of evil laughing.
    “Sleep now.” The silver cat murmured gently.
    Everything became dark.
    Then Moonpaw woke up in her fern nest, her heart pounding.)

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  • Blossompaw rolled around restlessly in her nest. Another night, another dream.
    It would usually be the same as always, the scent of lilies and daisies, golden sunlight, silver and tortoiseshell pelts, the warm feel of fur. But this time, the dream was different.

    Blossompaw was afraid of water. She never knew why. All her clanmates could fish and wade. Of course, she could too, but she never did. The water felt… evil. In the dream, water tugged at her fur, dragging her away from a group of strangely familiar yowling cats, fear in their eyes. It swept her away, into gloominess and fog. She could barely keep her head over the rushing water. Then, she hit her head on a low branch, and everything went black.
    When she awoke, she was laying in a field of flowers. She tried to stand up, but the pain in her head was too great. She winced and sank back down. A tortoiseshell she-cat was sitting in front of her, staring. “W-who are you?” Blossompaw asked, uncertain. The she-cat looked almost frightened. “Blossompaw?” She gasped.
    “How do you know me?” Blossompaw quivered. If this cat attacked her, there was a high chance the apprentice would lose. “You don’t remember?” murmured the tortoiseshell sadly, gazing at her with yellow eyes. Blossompaw shook her head. “I can’t expect you to,” the she-cat sighed. “You were just a kit. The water took you away from me too soon…” Her voice trailed off.
    Blossompaw shut her eyes again, remembering the dream. Water… She thought uneasily. Then she remembered. This cat… She realized. She was one of the ones yowling when I was swept away!
    “Are you still alive?” The strange cat asked. “Of course!” Blossompaw replied. “Why wouldn’t I be?” To her surprise, the cat’s eyes flooded with relief and happiness. “You’re alive!” She exclaimed. “I will never stop searching for you.”
    Blossompaw was puzzled. “What do you mean?” Then she noticed the field surrounding her fading. “And what’s happening?”
    “The dream is ending. Sleep well…
    “My kit.”
    Blossompaw gasped as she woke up. My mother?
    What in the name of StarClan just happened?

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  • Stripepaw walked round camp. There were so many new cats. “Hello. Your Stripepaw right?” A voice said. She jumped and turned around “Oh hi! Yes I am,and you are…”
    He realized his mistake and said “I’m Cloudnose.”

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  • Gracepaw stared around the camp. New warriors and old were mingling, eating prey and sharing tounges. She noticed that some of the apprentices looked big enough to be a warriors already! I wonder when I’m going to recieve my medicine cat name. She thought. Not any earlier than Rainpaw, Moonpaw, or Dovepaw. We were made apprentices at the same time. She looked around. I suppose it will be between Flowerpaw and Stripepaw. Blossompaw and Summerpaw started to pad over. Blossompaw’s already getting along with the new apprentices. Good for her, I don’t understand how she can get used to new cats in the camp! Gracepaw quivered her whiskers.
    “Hey, Blossompaw, Summerpaw.” She meowed. “Who are you ?” Summerpaw asked. “I’m Gracepaw, the medicine cat apprentice. Nice to meet you. How is your day so far?” “‘It’s amazing!” Summerpaw exclaimed. “Blossompaw showed me around camp and the territory.” She felt a pang for the fact that she could never ever join them, because she was a medicine cat, and her paws walked a different path from theirs. She shook herself. She should be feeling happy, not jealous! “Glad to hear that.” She meowed. The two apprentices settled down beside him. The three started chattering.
    “I wonder what our warrior- er, and medicine cat names will be?” Summerpaw wondered. “I don’t know.” She meowed, licking a paw. “Me neither.” Blossompaw twitched her ear. “But I hope it’s Blossomdawn. It’s a pretty name. What about you, Summerpaw?” Summerpaw paused. “I hope it’s Summershine. And you, Gracepaw?” She looked at the sky thoughtfully. “Let’s see. I hope it’s Gracefern.” She felt calmness seeping through her pelt, like Summerpaw had been a part of the clan the whole time.
    Maybe, I can get used to this?

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  • (Hey guys I’m back! Sorry for inactivity, quarantine has made my parents really short-tempered and they barely ever let me come on BlogClan.) Flowerpaw woke up. She was bored. She felt like she was forgotten in SnowClan. I miss FlowerClan, she thought. She wanted to meet with Dustpaw, but had to remember she had to wait until tomorrow for her next meeting with Dustpaw. She ran out of the den and started hunting.

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  • Roseshadow was sleeping, dreaming about the same thing that happened today. Except, she caught the hare and brought it and the mouse back to camp. Suddenly, it was dark. There was a cat, but with no stars in their fur. Roseshadow didn’t recognize the cat but the cat was running straight toward her. Rosy! the cat mewed, I’ve missed you.

    Roseshadow pulled back, confused. My name is Roseshadow, not Rosy! Who are you anyways! The cat pulled back, eyes full of hurt and love. I’m Jasper, your brother. Let’s go, Mom and dad are waiting for us! Roseshadow was even more confused by this. She didn’t have a brother, did she? Roseshadow went with the cat, and saw two more cats. One had gray fur, like Roseshadows, and the other was an even darker shade of grey, with brown eyes. These are your parents! Jasper said. He looked sad and emotional. Hello, my dear, the gray she-cat said with warmth. I’ve missed you. The tom looked at Roseshadow with the same warmth. I’ve missed you too. This is Coco, Jasper mewed, pointing his tail to the she-cat, and this is Bear, he said, pointing it to the tom.

    What happened, how are you dead and how did I end up in SnowClan? Roseshadow asked, curious to see what they had to say. We all died due to sickness and famine.Coco mewed, eyes filled with sadness You were the only one who didn’t catch the sickness. Who else caught it. Roseshadow questioned. There was Candy, your best friend, and Dusty and. She lowered her voice and murmured, and…. Thorn. And lots of others her father commented. We dropped you off to SnowClan and… that’s it.

    Roseshadow saw the cats beginning to fade. Finally, Bear said, farewell, my little one. We will always be with you.
    Roseshadow woke up and smiled at her dream.

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  • (Here’s my cat for LightClan)
    Name: Cherrypaw/whisker (see I can take a break from giving cats the suffix song!)
    Physical Description: Light brown tabby she cat with blue eyes
    Mentor/apprentice name: None (we need to make her mentor!)
    Rank: Apprentice

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  • sifhsfhsdfhishd here’s my cats for Lightclan

    Name: Pearlpaw(moon)
    Physical Description: White tom with gray patches and gray-blue eyes. One of his front legs are shorter than the others and he sometimes limps.
    Mentor/apprentice name: Tallpeak
    Rank: Apprentice

    Name: Tallpeak
    Physical Description: Unusually tall she-cat with ginger fur and brown eyes.
    Mentor/apprentice name: Pearlpaw
    Rank: Warrior

    Name: Storkpaw(watcher)
    Physical Description: Sandy brown she-cat with small spots and green eyes.
    Mentor/apprentice name:Stormdusk
    Rank: Apprentice

    Name:Stormdusk
    Physical Description: Dappled brown tom with dark green eyes.
    Mentor/apprentice name: Storkpaw
    Rank: Warrior

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  • I went to StarClan again last night. I don’t know how. I just wished to go StarClan in my dreams when I went to sleep and there I was. Snowstar greeted me. I told you we would see each other again. Would you like to stay a bit longer than last time though? I nodded eagerly. StarClan, here I come! I thought.

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