Trailing Stars

BlogClan’s leader’s ears pricked up, the rust-colored ends tapering into smoky wisps that gently blew in the breeze. She must have noticed the pessimism of the clan cats. Read more →

But the force of the yowls of her Clanmates that broke out after that short breath almost shattered what little calm Cheetahspark had scraped together. Read more →

Trailing Stars: Chapter Twenty Three by Winterwhisper edited by Sorrelstream illustrated by Jayfrost There were two sayings: 1. “It’ll get worse before it gets better.”2. “Every day may not be good, but there’s something good in every day.” Winterpaw remembered next to nothing of his human life except these two phrases. They stuck with him, swirled in his head, and acted as… Read more →

Trailing Stars: Chapter Twenty Two By: Darkpaw Edited by: Lionfire illustrated by Jayfrost Jayfrost’s patrol was back. She had the herbs. Darkpaw felt a wave of relief swamp over her as she greeted the patrol, she and several others were demanding them to tell them what they did. Curiosity filled the air, and Jayfrost had pressed herself to the ground, overwhelmed by all the questions. Darkpaw… Read more →

Trailing Stars: Chapter Twenty One By: Jayfrost Edited by: Hazelburrow illustrated by Jayfrost          The ferns surrounding the camp rustled lightly as the patrol brushed past them. All around the camp, the cats of BlogClan watched wearily as their Clanmates disappear beyond the ferns into the forest. Once the last cat was gone, nervous murmurs began to ripple through the crowd.… Read more →

Trailing Stars: Chapter Twenty By: Willowpaw Edited by: Cindertail illustrated by Jayfrost   I yawned and opened my eyes to slits, my gaze blurry. Sunlight was streaming through the gaps in the apprentices’ den, leaving dapples of shadow over the field of nests. Someone prodded me in the side again. “Go away,” I meowed sleepily, closing my eyes again and rolling over. Another prod.… Read more →

Trailing Stars: Chapter Nineteen By: Geckopaw Edited by: Dawnkit illustrated by Jayfrost   Geckopaw could hardly register the words Cakestar uttered to the Clan. The only words she cared about were the names of her Clanmates called into combat. Treacherous, bloody combat. After the patrol had left, she vaguely remembered Cakestar assigning a hunting party, but for the most part she listened with deaf… Read more →