Warriors Fan Fiction

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  1. February 23, 2020 at 9:39 pm

    Minnow’s journey

    Epilogue

    “That poor kit.. she’s going to have one rough life.” Said a calico she with starry fur, in a wistful tone.
    “Oh shut it, Spottedleaf! We know she needs to try again, she had an awful end. Oh, and who’s fault was that?” said a grumpy old gray she-cat, turning towards Spottedleaf. “Yours. You didn’t interfere and she drowned herself for it. The best thing we can do now is help.” Spottedleaf sighed and nodded, looking down apon the tiny brown she-kit.

    Sry that was short, but I hope you liked it! Chapter one is coming soon!


    We’re the rats

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    • Turtlepaw/ dapple.
      February 25, 2020 at 3:07 pm

      Good job. I like this.

  2. Night-tail
    February 23, 2020 at 10:02 pm

    Here’s chapter one of my fan fiction. I’ll post a chapter every two weeks on sundays. Just for suspense!

    Chapter one

    Nightpaw ran through the forest with a squirrel in her mouth. Every pawstep was a chance to get to her mentor in time. She leaped over a ditch and came to a screeching halt in front of Twigbranch.

    “Good job! I think that means a passed assessment for you!” Twigbranch, Nightpaw’s mentor, mewed. Nightpaw asked her the silliest question, and she laughed. “Of course you’ll be a warrior soon! Now no running off to SkyClan!”

    Nightpaw gave a mrrow of amusement to her mentor. Then she heard yowls of delight behind her. She turned around to face the cats.

    “Cockpaw! Snowpaw!” She exclaimed, facing her siblings. Cockpaw was a white and orange tom, and Snowpaw a pure white she cat. They explained how they had just passed their own assessment. There was another cat behind them, who Nightpaw recognized right away.

    “I need to speak to you, Nightpaw.” Sparkstar meowed. Nightpaw nodded and followed her into her den.

    “Alderheart has just received a prophecy, and we agree it must be about you.” At that, Nightpaw was shocked.

    “No way.”

    “The cat with tail as black as night, shall come to end the fight.” Sparkstar repeated the prophecy. Nightpaw nodded again. “Nobody can know except you, Alderheart, and me.”

    “But…”

    “Nobody.” Sparkstar growled. Nightpaw lowered herself angrily. Then she left the den to get ready for her warrior ceremony.

    “Cockpaw, you were mentored by Finleap, who taught you loyalty, wisdom, and courage. These traits will help you well as a warrior. Will you protect this clan, even at the cost of your life?”

    “I will!” Cockpaw yowled.

    “Then by the power of Starclan I give you your warrior name, Cockheart.”

    “Nightpaw, you were mentored by Twigbranch, who taught you loyalty, courage, and wisdom. These traits will help you well as a warrior. Will you protect this clan, even at the cost of your life?” Sparkstar meowed.

    “I will.” Nightpaw said confidently.

    “Then by the power of Starclan I give you your warrior name, Night-tail.” She finished. Following that meow were yowls of approval from clan mates. Then it was Snowpaw’s turn.

    “Snowpaw, you were mentored by Bristlefrost, who taught you trust, wisdom, and love for your clan. These traits will help you as a warrior, and a sister to your siblings. Will you protect this clan, even at the cost of your life?” Sparkstar repeated. Snowpaw nodded, then everyone stared at her, waiting for her to say yes.

    “I will.” She mewed.

    “Then by the power of Starclan I give you your warrior name, Snow-whisker, because of your similarity to your father Blackwhisker.” Sparkstar let out a sigh of relief as cats yowled again, as loud as thunder, Night-tail guessed. She picked her father out from the crowd.

    “Snow-whisker! Night-tail! Cockheart! You’re making me so proud!” He was yowling, tears of joy came from his eyes. Next to him was Sleetfall, rolling her eyes, but smiled for her kits. Then Sparkstar realized she wasn’t done.

    “Cockheart, Night-tail, and Snow-whisker, you will sit vigil starting at sunset. For now, just go off and talk to your friends.” Then Sparkstar walked off the highrock and flopped on the ground in front of Twigbranch, who laughed and mewed,

    “It wasn’t that long. You’re strong enough to stand up a little longer!” Sparkstar glared at Twigbranch as she finished.

    “Ah, so finished being an apprentice, huh? You’ll never be such a great senior warrior like me, though.” Graystorm jokes, as she saw Night-tail walk over to her.

    “You became a warrior only one moon ago!” Night-tail yowled as she laughed.

    After a long celebration of her ceremony, Night-tail and her siblings sat vigil. Night-tail wanted to stay close to Snow-whisker, but she frowned and signaled her to guard the entrance. The camp was dark, the only light was the moon and silver pelt above. Night-tail thought she saw a cat in the shadows, and almost ran to the middle of camp and yowl as loud as she could. But all there was, was a bird, hiding in a bush. She was relieved.

    When it was finally day, Ivypool came and told the new warriors their vigil was over.

    “Finally!!!!!!!” Cockheart yowled. Snow-whisker hissed at him to be quiet, and Night-tail giggled as he then flopped on the ground just as Sparkstar had last night.

    “You two are crazy, you know that.” She exclaimed. Night-tail questioned her, and Cockheart just laid there silently. The camp slowly came alive, cats mostly coming out to see the fuss the siblings made.

    Night-tail decided to join in on sleeping with Cockheart, but in the warrior’s den. She fell asleep on the soft nest.

    “Night-tail, shadow is different from night, snow is different from ice, and fire is the key…” a voice rang in her mind. Then it was dark. She felt awake unlike before, but frightened. Dark figures appeared from the fog, and when they emerged, they surrounded Night-tail.

    “Who are you? Where am I?”


    Night-tail

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    • Night-tail
      February 24, 2020 at 3:25 pm

      can anyone give me feedback?


      Night-tail

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    • Turtlepaw/ dapple.
      February 25, 2020 at 3:08 pm

      This is great!

      • Night-tail
        February 25, 2020 at 7:25 pm

        Thanks! 🙂


        Night-tail

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  3. Leafsky
    February 24, 2020 at 3:40 am

    Hey guys! It’s Leafsky yet again. I have finished the third, fourth, and fifth chapter of my fan fiction. (I’m actually taking this serious for once- 😂) Anyways, here’s the third chapter!

    Spiritpaw gasped as the badger lumbered towards her, and she dodged clumsily away from a heavy but nimble blow. Her thoughts ran in circles as she tried to remember any battle move. Lunge for the eyes, then send a flurry of swipes at its face and flank, a strange voice commanded her. Unsheathing her claws, Spiritpaw took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, she thought, and with a screech she leaped into the air, swiping at its face and flank as hard and as powerfully as she could, and she leaped back as it roared and tried to crush her. Its fur was matted and bloody, and it gave her one last glare before it lumbered away. Spiritpaw stared at it as it disappeared behind some bushes, and slumped to the ground with exhaustion. How did I do that? Why did I do that? Spiritpaw asked herself, but then she remembered Appleflight.
    “Appleflight? Are you okay?” She asked nervously, turning around, and saw her mentor limping towards her.
    “I’m fine,” Appleflight grunted. Then she looked in Spiritpaw’s eyes with a searching gaze.
    “How did you fight the badger off?”
    “O-Oh, uhm… I remembered a battle move that Vinepaw was practicing with Leafpaw,” Spiritpaw lied. Appleflight’s eyes rounded with worry.
    “You sure you’re alright? You’ve only been an apprentice for two days now.”
    Spiritpaw nodded reassuringly to her mentor, and they both trailed back to camp.
    “We need to report to Sorrelstar,” Appleflight remarked. As they both emerged into camp, Dovefur bounded towards them.
    “What happened?” she demanded bluntly, then her eyes rounded with horror as she stared at Spiritpaw, whose flank was scratched and bleeding.
    “A badger,” Appleflight said grimly. “Spiritpaw fought and chased it away.” Dovefur seemed even more horrified.
    “Both of you need to get to Oakwing right now!” She nudged Spiritpaw to the medicine cat den.
    “Alright, but after that we’re reporting to Sorrelstar and Willowbrook,” Appleflight said. Oakwing treated their wounds, and Spiritpaw followed her mentor to the tree where Sorrelstar’s den was.
    “Now, it’s very simple how to climb it,” Appleflight began. “Just dig your claws in the bark; it’s soft but sturdy. Yes, there you go, now pull yourself up…” they both climbed up to the den, and Sorrelstar looked up from eating a sparrow.
    “Oh- what happened?” Sorrelstar asked, eyes wide with surprise. Willowbrook’s expression became alarmed as well.
    “Badger,” Appleflight said. “We were at Dark Rocks when it attacked. Spiritpaw fought and drove it off.”
    “But what did you do?” Willowbrook asked, narrowing her eyes.
    “It hit me into a tree,” Appleflight said, slightly embarrassed. “I was stunned; I couldn’t do anything.” Sorrelstar looked at Spiritpaw.
    “Appleflight’s lucky to have you,” Willowbrook said.
    “No, TreeClan’s lucky to have you, Spiritpaw. You’ve fought bravely today. You may be excused from your training until Oakwing says you can train again. Same with you, Appleflight.” Spiritpaw climbed down the tree with Appleflight, and the older apprentices crowded around her.
    “Lucky! Dappledsong would never let me fight a badger off by myself,” Leafpaw complained.
    “Morningtail wouldn’t let me either,” Darkpaw agreed. Nutpaw and Vinepaw nodded.
    “Let her rest!” Swooppaw snapped, annoyed. “Come on, Spiritpaw. You must be tired.”
    “When did you become my mother?” Spiritpaw complained.
    “I’ve always been your sister,” Swooppaw said matter-of-factly. “And I always will be.” Spiritpaw let out a soft purr and let her sister guide her to her nest, and she curled up, exhausted. But then she realized something disturbing. Something had guided her to defeat the badger; something good or bad, but at that moment, Spiritpaw had no particular interest in it. But what she didn’t know was the path she had yet to walk.. the good or bad.

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  4. Leafsky
    February 24, 2020 at 3:42 am

    Hey guys! Here’s the third chapter of my fan fiction.
    Spiritpaw gasped as the badger lumbered towards her, and she dodged clumsily away from a heavy but nimble blow. Her thoughts ran in circles as she tried to remember any battle move. Lunge for the eyes, then send a flurry of swipes at its face and flank, a strange voice commanded her. Unsheathing her claws, Spiritpaw took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, she thought, and with a screech she leaped into the air, swiping at its face and flank as hard and as powerfully as she could, and she leaped back as it roared and tried to crush her. Its fur was matted and bloody, and it gave her one last glare before it lumbered away. Spiritpaw stared at it as it disappeared behind some bushes, and slumped to the ground with exhaustion. How did I do that? Why did I do that? Spiritpaw asked herself, but then she remembered Appleflight.
    “Appleflight? Are you okay?” She asked nervously, turning around, and saw her mentor limping towards her.
    “I’m fine,” Appleflight grunted. Then she looked in Spiritpaw’s eyes with a searching gaze.
    “How did you fight the badger off?”
    “O-Oh, uhm… I remembered a battle move that Vinepaw was practicing with Leafpaw,” Spiritpaw lied. Appleflight’s eyes rounded with worry.
    “You sure you’re alright? You’ve only been an apprentice for two days now.”
    Spiritpaw nodded reassuringly to her mentor, and they both trailed back to camp.
    “We need to report to Sorrelstar,” Appleflight remarked. As they both emerged into camp, Dovefur bounded towards them.
    “What happened?” she demanded bluntly, then her eyes rounded with horror as she stared at Spiritpaw, whose flank was scratched and bleeding.
    “A badger,” Appleflight said grimly. “Spiritpaw fought and chased it away.” Dovefur seemed even more horrified.
    “Both of you need to get to Oakwing right now!” She nudged Spiritpaw to the medicine cat den.
    “Alright, but after that we’re reporting to Sorrelstar and Willowbrook,” Appleflight said. Oakwing treated their wounds, and Spiritpaw followed her mentor to the tree where Sorrelstar’s den was.
    “Now, it’s very simple how to climb it,” Appleflight began. “Just dig your claws in the bark; it’s soft but sturdy. Yes, there you go, now pull yourself up…” they both climbed up to the den, and Sorrelstar looked up from eating a sparrow.
    “Oh- what happened?” Sorrelstar asked, eyes wide with surprise. Willowbrook’s expression became alarmed as well.
    “Badger,” Appleflight said. “We were at Dark Rocks when it attacked. Spiritpaw fought and drove it off.”
    “But what did you do?” Willowbrook asked, narrowing her eyes.
    “It hit me into a tree,” Appleflight said, slightly embarrassed. “I was stunned; I couldn’t do anything.” Sorrelstar looked at Spiritpaw.
    “Appleflight’s lucky to have you,” Willowbrook said.
    “No, TreeClan’s lucky to have you, Spiritpaw. You’ve fought bravely today. You may be excused from your training until Oakwing says you can train again. Same with you, Appleflight.” Spiritpaw climbed down the tree with Appleflight, and the older apprentices crowded around her.
    “Lucky! Dappledsong would never let me fight a badger off by myself,” Leafpaw complained.
    “Morningtail wouldn’t let me either,” Darkpaw agreed. Nutpaw and Vinepaw nodded.
    “Let her rest!” Swooppaw snapped, annoyed.
    “Come on, Spiritpaw. You must be tired.” “When did you become my mother?” Spiritpaw complained.
    “I’ve always been your sister,” Swooppaw said matter-of-factly. “And I always will be.” Spiritpaw let out a soft purr and let her sister guide her to her nest, and she curled up, exhausted. But then she realized something disturbing. Something had guided her to defeat the badger; something good or bad, but at that moment, Spiritpaw had no particular interest in it. But what she didn’t know was the path she had yet to walk.. the good or bad.

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    • Turtlepaw/ dapple.
      February 24, 2020 at 6:12 pm

      I love this, Leafsky!

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  5. February 24, 2020 at 4:11 am

    Sparkblossom’s Dynasty 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍:

    𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐩𝐚𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐦 like a Hawk, her amber eyes glittering. What was his true intentions? She braved herself for the attack. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨…

    Night halted, his tail waving in the air. “What’s wrong?” Sparkpaw bristled, sensing alarm from the young rogue. “Nothing. Just…nothing.” Night muttered under his breath, bounding down the grassy hills. Sparkpaw paused. Something was wrong. She looked back at the hills behind her…
    𝐈’𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞…
    “Are you coming?” Night called.
    “Yeah…” The flame colored she cat followed him as the stars watched from the dark skies.
    The silence was long as they traveled through the plains. Sparkpaw knew silence was normal, but this silence was deadly. She felt loud looks from the woods ahead. Maybe someone was watching…

    Sparkpaw’s neck fur ruffled. “How far?” She asked.
    “Soon.” Night murmured, his green eyes flashing. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧? Sparkpaw thought with a shuffle of her paws. The sky danced as the two cats ran across the moors, entering the dark trees. A cold shiver went up her spine as wind whispered in the air.
    The sky disappeared overhead.
    She had a sinking feeling the travel was over.

    Night slowed down, his claws flexing into the moist floor. Sparkpaw unsheathed her claws as eyes glowed from the shadows. The black tom looked back at her. “Come in here.” He beckoned his tail.
    Sparkpaw looked up at the hollow tree, the branches twisting like arms reaching for her.
    “There are no monsters in here, Sparkpaw.” Night remarked with a purr.
    Sparkpaw bristled, walking into the tree.

    A scattered nest lay in the back of the den, moonlight glowing down through a crack in the bark. “Sleep here, I’ll wake you in the morning…” Night mewed with a nod. “Why am I here?” Sparkpaw meowed as he walked away.
    “You wanted to know who sent me,” Night blended into the shadows, “You’ll find out here.”
    And he disappeared.

    Sparkpaw had a hard time sleeping. She heard voices and glowing eyes, and hisses. Darkness. And then she knew…
    This was the place in her dreams.
    The dark place.


    #GREENLANDSHARKPET

    • Purple Dusk
      February 24, 2020 at 3:41 pm

      Ouch…

      This chapter seems more connected then the others. Though, I cannot place my paw on why…

      Purple Dusk

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  6. Turtlepaw/ dapple.
    February 24, 2020 at 6:01 pm

    Hi! Not sure if anyone’s reading this, but here’s chapter three of Purdy’s Path.

    A few minutes later, Purdy reached Spot’s Upwalker den. “Spot,” he called. A second later, Spot stuck her head out.

    “Purdy! So nice of you to visit. Where’s Tiger?” Purdy said, “Spot, our Upwalker died.”
    “Oh, I’m so sorry, Purdy!” said Spot. Purdy went on. “Tiger won’t leave the Upwalker. She will hunt, she says. But she will stay by the dead Upwalker’s side.”

    Spot said, “Purdy, would you like to live with me and my Upwalker?” “Yes,” said Purdy.

    *****************************************
    The moons passed. Purdy could see that Spot was getting old. “Spot,” he asked one day, “am I slowing you down?” “What do you mean, Purdy?” asked Spot.

    “I think I should leave. I am young, Spot. You are old. I fear…” “Fear what?” Spot wanted to know.
    “I’m worried you will die soon,” Purdy whispered. Spot looked at her son. “My dear son,” she said. “I am not going anywhere.”
    Purdy felt relieved. But he had one more question. “Where do cats go when they die?” Purdy asked.

    Spot looked thoughtful. “Some cats think they go to the sky. Their spirts, anyway. Others think their spirts are on the wind.”

    Purdy said, “Thank you for telling me, Spot.” Then he fell asleep.

    End of chapter three.

  7. Turtlepaw/ dapple.
    February 24, 2020 at 6:10 pm

    Purdy’s Path chapter four.

    Purdy woke early. “I have to leave,” he thought. Purdy was sure there was more to life than being pampered as a kitty pet. “If I left,” he thought to himself, “where would I go?”
    Spot soon joined him for a morning meal. Purdy knew he had to tell Spot he wanted to leave. But how?

    “Spot,” he said, “there is something I must tell you.” “Yes, my son? What is it?” Spot asked. Purdy took a deep breath.

    “I’m leaving. I… I just feel that there must be more to life than being pampered as a kitty pet. And… I need to find my own path. Do you understand, Spot?”

    Purdy’s tortoise shell mother looked at him. “I understand, Purdy.” She touched noses with her son. “Go,” Spot said.

    “I am sad to see you go, Purdy, but I cannot deny you what your heart wants.”

    Purdy suddenly realized this very well may be the last time he saw Spot. “I’m going to miss you,” he mewed.

    Spot looked sad. “And I shall miss you.” Purdy, fighting the urge to meep like a kit, said, “I’ll never forget you, Spot.”
    Then, after a final goodbye, he left.

    End of chapter four.

  8. Leafsky
    February 24, 2020 at 11:48 pm

    Hey, it’s Leafsky again. (As always). Anyways, here’s the fourth chapter!
    Spiritpaw woke up to the scent of fresh-kill. Her sister, Swooppaw, sat beside her nest.
    “You’re finally awake! Ferntail said I could fetch you some fresh-kill before I went out to practice hunting.” Swooppaw gave a small bounce of excitement. “Make sure you eat that mouse!” Swooppaw said over her shoulder. Spiritpaw sat up in her nest and began to groom her pelt. Once she was finally done, she took the mouse outside of the den and finished it with quick, neat bites.
    “Hey, Spiritpaw.” She turned around to see Stormfall padding towards her.
    “Appleflight asked me to be your mentor for today.” Spiritpaw swallowed her mouthful of mouse.
    “What are we going to do, then?” Stormfall looked apologetic.
    “Nothing exciting, I’m afraid. Cleaning out the nursery and elder’s den, and replacing the old nests with new ones.” Spiritpaw bit back a groan. Of course! The older apprentices always muttered in complaint when they had to clear the dens.
    “Leafpaw and Darkpaw will help you.” Spiritpaw pricked her ears. “We need to gather fresh moss and bracken for the elders. Come on; follow me.” Spiritpaw followed Stormfall into the forest, and he stopped at the trunk of an oak tree.
    “This will be good. Now, see the moss at the bottom of it? Right there. Now, we have to collect it.” He started pawing away some moss from the tree, and Spiritpaw helped, and soon there was a decently sized pile of moss.
    “Now, we go through it to make sure there’s no thorns or bark,” Stormfall explained. He divided the pile into two smaller piles, and they both looked through the moss.
    At one point, Spiritpaw found a huge thorn.
    “Ugh! There’s a huge thorn! Good thing this didn’t end up in Cedarshell’s pelt,” Spiritpaw said, spitting out the thorn. When they both were done, Leafpaw and Darkpaw came over.
    “Dappledsong and Mallowleaf told us to help you,” Leafpaw said, and Spiritpaw could tell by the reluctance in Leafpaw’s green eyes and voice that she didn’t want to clean out the dens.
    “Alright. You can help by carrying the rest of the moss,” Stormfall said. They all padded back to camp, and they all laid the moss in a pile next to the elder’s den.
    “Now, Spiritpaw, Leafpaw and Darkpaw will show you how to clean out the elder’s den. I’ll start cleaning the nursery.”
    “Alright. Now, Spiritpaw, you have to take the nests out, but before you do that, the elders have to be out of the den.” Cedarshell and Boulderheart were talking to each other when they entered.
    “Oh! You’re here to clean the den,” Cedarshell said. “Well, let’s go, Boulderheart, and get some prey.” The old stone-colored she-cat got to her paws, and Cedarshell guided her outside.
    “Is she blind?” Spiritpaw asked when the elders were out of earshot.
    “Yes, well, not exactly, but everything’s too blurry for her to see. She’ll go fully blind eventually, but her eyes are weak because she was born when Flowerstar was beginning her leadership,” Leafpaw responded. “And that’s a while ago. Flowerstar was before Yellowstar, and Yellowstar was before Sorrelstar.” Spiritpaw’s eyes were wide.
    “That long? Two leaderships? Wow!”
    “Leafpaw and Spiritpaw! We have to clear the den!” Darkpaw said impatiently. They dragged the old nests out, sweeping moss and shriveled bracken out with their tails, and they began making the new nests. When they were done, the elder’s den looked brand new.
    “Thank you,” Cedarshell said warmly as he and Boulderheart padded into the den. “It looks lovely.” They hurried over to the nursery, and Stormfall was taking the old moss and bracken out.
    “We can help,” Spiritpaw pointed out good-humoredly as the four of them began putting the new nests in. They did the same process they had done for the elder’s den, and were done in no time. But the nursery was empty; no queen was expecting or no queen was nursing. There were gaps and loose brambles everywhere, but that would not be tended to until there was a queen in there. Spiritpaw looked at Stormfall expectantly.
    “What will we do next?” She asked.
    “Hunt,” Stormfall responded. “Appleflight told me you know the hunter’s crouch. Let’s try on real prey. I’m not going to push you that hard because of the badger; but try your best, alright?” Suddenly, she heard pawsteps, and she turned around to see Ferntail padding towards them with Swooppaw right behind.
    “We would like to join, if you don’t mind,” Ferntail said. “Swooppaw practiced, and I think both of them would make a great team.” Stormfall nodded slowly.
    “Where should we go?” Swooppaw asked. “The oaks, Dark Rocks, Flower Pool, the stream..?”
    “Let’s hunt by the stream,” Ferntail decided. “Not many cats have hunted there recently, and that means more prey.” Stormfall’s tail twitched.
    “That’s because of the Leaf-bare clash with LightClan.”
    “Let’s go already!” Spiritpaw said. She was getting impatient. They padded into the lush forest, and went to the stream. It was a medium-sized stream, not too narrow and not too wide. Suddenly, Swooppaw muffled a squeak of surprise as LightClan warriors came into view.
    “Greetings, Beetleheart,” Stormfall said. A dark brown she-cat with blue eyes stared at them, searching. A tabby apprentice murmured something to a black and white tom, and Spiritpaw suspected that it was their mentor. The black and white tom glared at Spiritpaw, and she began to feel uncomfortable.
    “Prey is running well, isn’t it?” Beetleheart said with cold politeness. Spiritpaw was surprised at how strained TreeClan’s relationship was with LightClan.
    “Yes. We were hunting; we have to continue,” Ferntail said, and they left. Spiritpaw turned around one last time to see the tabby apprentice’s hostile gaze burning into her back.
    “Spiritpaw! Come on!” Stormfall called impatiently. They stopped in a sunny, mossy clearing.
    “Today I will be showing you how to stalk prey. You crouch, and you slide your paws forward, and be careful to not step on a stick or brush ferns or else you’ll lose your prey,” Stormfall said, demonstrating. “Now try it.” Spiritpaw and Swooppaw practiced stalking, and then Stormfall stopped them.
    “All right; we’re done for today. Let’s go back to camp.”
    “But what about stalking prey?” Spiritpaw asked.
    “You’ll practice that another time.” Spiritpaw was disappointed, and she could tell Swooppaw was too. As they were walking back, Spiritpaw saw a flash of fur. Curious, she tasted the air. Rabbit! She slid forward, remembering Stormfall’s lesson, and came very close. It was a plump rabbit; it was too focused on eating wildflowers to pay attention if it was being hunted. Spiritpaw tensed, then leaped.

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    • Turtlepaw/ dapple.
      February 25, 2020 at 3:10 pm

      This is nice.👍

  9. Dappy
    February 25, 2020 at 12:13 am

    ItS cHaPtEr TwO tImE bEcAuSe TuRtLePaW wAnTeD iT
    Seamist-The Unknown Hero
    Sometimes, I look back at my life and think What if?

    What if I didn’t skip second grade?
    What if I wasn’t so mean to that one person?
    What if I didn’t do that one cringy thing?
    What if, what if, what if?

    What if I got to class early that fateful Tuesday? If I had, I would have heard the teacher say it was a free day. I would never have gone to my locker.

    Soon, it was just five minutes before homeroom. Time had flown! I hurriedly finished my Poptart and threw that other one and my empty orange juice carton away. I left the cafeteria and went through the atrium before turning left to enter the 7th grade hall.

    I went into my first period math class, where I had Mrs. Smith, who was short, pale, and had short, curly dark hair.

    Soon after I got my stuff out, the bell rung and I headed to my locker. It was in the 8th grade hall, so I had to walk a good bit. I got to my locker, and opened it as usual. I reached for my math notebook but stopped short.

    There was a locked box in my locker. It was intricately decorated, with gemstones and pearls dotted across the surface. I was obviously freaking out, because my locker had a combination! You needed that, or a key the janitor had, to open it. I only told one person my locker combination, and I doubted it was her doing. I had time before I went back to class, so I grabbed the box.

    It was a normal box. Or at least it looked and felt like just a box. It was giving of some weird vibes. When I held it, I got vague mental pictures and emotions. There were like a wet bar of soap in the shower. You couldn’t hold onto them with brute force, and trying to out smart it did no good.

    I took a large, bent paper clip from my left pocket, and put the straight end in the lock. I jostled it around some, to no avail. I took out another paper clip from my pocket, unbent it. and wiggled both pieces in the lock until I felt a faint click.

    I opened the box. It had padded velvet in it, and on the cushions sat a choker.

    It was blue-green, with lace at the bottom. It reminded me of waves. On it dangled a single, gleaming purple scale. It looked too big to be from any fish I knew, and I had never seen or heard of a fish so dazzling.

    “Well done!” said a cheerful voice behind me, bringing me out of me trance.

    I nearly screamed. I let out a “JWDBdkbbc whaaaaaaaa?” and turned around.

    Behind me was a cat. A white cat with bright, blue-gray eyes.

    And a sparkly, purple, scaly, mermaid tail.

    (Hahaha yesssss I WILL FORCE PEOPLE TO BE IN SUPSPENCE!)

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    • Turtlepaw/ dapple.
      February 25, 2020 at 3:11 pm

      Great job!

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