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~Noon~

Blizzard twitched her tail irritably as a black and white tom with holly-green eyes was meowing to her. When she and her sister were born, their mother had died. Later, when they were five moons old, their father had died, proctecting them. Now, her sister disappeared one day, never appearing again. Not a single scent trail. Now, Blizzard was stuck with the black and white tom.

She lived her life as a loner for nine moons, in a tree hollow near a abandoned twoleg house, where the young black and white cat lived in. He was only six moons younger than Blizzard.

The cranky white long-haired she-cat would have a weird dream each moon, where she could just hear a whisper. Whenever she needed an answer, there would almost always be a whisper, a whisper that felt like a cat was talking to her, not her mind, and whenever she looked, there was no cat.

“And then, this old cat – I mean Jackie, she came, showing me a weird fruit-” Blizzard flicked her ear, and then interrupted, “I’m pretty sure she was trying to be kind to you, Shade.” Shade half-closed his eyes, annoyed. “You know nothing about her!”

“And yet, I do know she is a she-cat.”

“Other than that, stupid!”

“Whatever. I know that she is a kittypet.”

“Oh, shut up!”

“I’m pretty sure you meant, ‘up shut, oh!’.”

“You make no sense.”

“Nor do you.”

“I’ll squirt that green thingy, so its juice will fall-”

“‘Kay, I will make you smell that white thing.”

“Nope. I will even go to the garden to get the worst if possible.”

“Okay, good luck on getting your collar.”

Shade stood up, sighing. “I guess there is no way to beat it. I’m going to visit Jackie to ask her about that fruit she had, or atleast I think it is a fruit.” Blizzard curled her tail around her paws. “Don’t let her break the nutshell in front of your eyes.” She meowed when Shade was leaving.

Heh, he will let the mouse out of his paw when he sees Hiku and Dust. Blizzard thought, drowsily. Then he is going to tell them if he meets them if they tell it to me and I ask them if it is true, they should say that a little grasshopper told them… and then there is a strike on the plum. Blizzard thought as she curled down to sleep.

~Dream~

Blizzard was dreaming. She was running endlessly through the thick fog that rolled over like a playful kit. Not this dream again… Blizzard thought, and then stopped as she suddenly saw a very faint outline, barely seen in the thick fog. “…”

Suddenly, the outline faded, and when Blizzard blinked, a big gray and silver long-haired fox leapt at her, out of nowhere, and then with a blinding flash, she was now awake, at late night.

Well, Shade’s going to be popping the corn here, as long as he thinks I’m asleep. Blizzard sighed, trying to stand up, but her legs were numb. Whatever.

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Short as always… but anyway, it takes
place in a rural area.

Jayfeather’s End

(You read the whole book.)

(Jayfeather doesn’t die.)

You: Welp, how unexciting.

(You set down the book, which is surprisingly heavy for a one-page book.)

(You put it down next to you.)

(Next to you was a sleeping Jayfeather.)

(You monster. You crushed a cat with a heavy one-page book in his sleep. You did this to him. It’s all your fault.)

My first chapter published in BlogClan’s new era… I hope you’ll enjoy it 😀 …

RISE OF THE CLANS #1: SCARLET MONSOON
CHAPTER 7

“There’s no sign of the dogs along the Thunderpath border,” Gorse Fur reported, obediently to his mate and leader.

Windstar, shaking her head, began, “We’ve searched every blade of grass.” The wiry brown she-cat paused for a couple of heartbeats, going into deep thought. A gentle breeze brushed through the sandy hollow camp as Windstar meowed, “But we haven’t looked outside our borders.” Windstar’s ears perked up, and her yellow eyes brightened. “That must be where they are.”

“Outside?” the thin, gray tabby tom murmured. “Is that wise? We don’t know what we’ll find.”

“If the dogs were able to murder Jagged Peak and escape so easily. They have to be close to our borders. And it doesn’t where they are – I made a vow to stop the dogs from killing more WindClan cats,” Windstar growled. “Take some cats and search beyond the farm border.” She intrusted Gorse Fur with a commanding dart of her tail.

“Yes, Windstar.”

Gorse Fur bowed his head. After he turned away from Windstar, Silver Stripe could see the senior tom’s eyes scanning around camp, searching for cats to join the search patrol. As it was nearing sunhigh, there wasn’t many cats left in camp. The majority were out hunting or searching for the dogs that had disrupted WindClan life. Only Windstar, Gorse Fur, Moth Flight, Silver Stripe, White Tail, Fern Leaf, Eagle Feather, Storm Pelt, Holly, Heather Tuft, and Stone Gaze remained in camp.

Four sunrises had passed since Silver Stripe had taken Skystar to Jagged Peak’s grave. Since that moment, she still felt just as determined to avenge Jagged Peak’s death, but she wasn’t surprised to find some cats beginning to give up hope of finding the murderous dogs. She and every WindClan cat had been continuously searching for any clues of the dogs’ whereabouts, but nothing had come up just yet. In a way this had lifted the fear from WindClan, though there was still a great fear that the dogs could strike at any moment, replicating what had happened to Jagged Peak.

Cats were unnerved, with some more worried than others. Silver Stripe’s brother, White Tail, sat alongside her. Earlier they had hunted together, and it was easy for Silver Stripe to notice how White Tail’s fur would bristle at any mention of the dogs or any sudden noises. She just hoped that if he came muzzle to muzzle with one of the dogs, he wouldn’t hesitant.

“Silver Stripe,” Gorse Fur’s meow broke her thoughts, “you can join the patrol.”

“Sure,” she casually replied. Silver Stripe wasn’t even sure that they would find any trace of the dogs. Like the storm that had arrived and left so quickly, it seemed as though the dogs had also vanished. She hadn’t seen too many dogs before, but Silver Stripe was worried about the further damage Jagged Peak’s killers could inflict on her Clan. And despite wanting to avenge Jagged Peak’s death, she sensed it would be better for WindClan if the wild beasts stayed gone.

“Fern Leaf,” Gorse Fur pointed his long tail toward a lean-muscled, black she-cat with green eyes, whose pelt was heavily scarred, “you know more about the dogs than any WindClan cat. Your experience will be useful if we find the dogs.”

The knowledgeable black she-cat rose from her sitting position, nodding her head in acceptance.

“And…” Gorse Fur turned his head around the sandy hollow. “Storm Pelt,” Gorse Fur was cautiously glancing toward a mottled gray tom with a thick tail, “would you like to come?”

All of WindClan had acted tentatively around Jagged Peak’s grieving family ever since his death. Little words of sympathy – they knew – couldn’t bring him back.

Holly, since Moth Flight’s persuasion, had remained close to her kits, refusing to let them out of her sight. Their kits, Heather Tuft and Stone Gaze, had lost their playful exuberance, preferring to stay in the sheltered nursery with their mother, who would always keep a close eye on them. Silver Stripe remembered how the kits had always been irritating all the older cats by swiping at their tails, but that hadn’t happened since; Silver Stripe couldn’t even recall seeing them outside of the nursery since they saw their father’s deformed body.

Eagle Feather had kept to himself since Skystar’s visit, but it had made every cat wary of approaching him; they weren’t sure how he might react. In comparison, his littermates, Dew Nose and Storm Pelt, carried on hunting for the Clan, unwilling to let their father’s death side-track their lives as it had done for the rest of their family. Even though, Dew Nose and Storm Pelt would politely decline joining any search patrols. Silver Stripe was sure, as the rest of the Clan were, that they feared facing the terrifying creatures that had disfigured their father.

Now, Gorse Fur waited for Storm Pelt’s response. The mottled gray tom’s blue eyes looked up, readying to give his answer, but Eagle Feather’s voice, from Storm Pelt’s flank, interrupted him.

“Storm Pelt doesn’t want to go,” the broad-shouldered brown tom began in a harsh growl. “If Windstar thinks that’s where the dogs are most likely to be, I’ll gladly come along in his place.” Eagle Feather’s claws unsheathed, marking the sandy hollow floor. “I can’t wait to rake my claws across their hare-brained muzzles.”

Silver Stripe was shocked at Eagle Feather’s attitude. He sounds crazy! Looking across the clearing toward Gorse Fur, she saw a similar shocked expression etched across his face. The senior tom paused, unsure of how to respond to Eagle Feather’s vengeful request.

“Storm Pelt,” Windstar interjected from atop Tallrock, “what is your answer?”

There was brief silence, whilst Storm Pelt thought about his answer, though Silver Stripe could hear Eagle Feather’s intense breathing from tail-lengths away. Silver Stripe could also see Eagle Feather’s hackles beginning to stand on edge as his yellow eyes filled with indignation. She realised White Tail had picked up on the tension as the dark gray tom with white patches twitched nervously beside her, his tail lightly brushing against the ground.

Lifting his head, the lithe, thick-furred mottled gray tom answered, “I’ll go.” Storm Pelt’s blue eyes shone with determination. “I’d like to help avenge my father’s death.”

“Fine,” Eagle Feather hissed. “I’ll come too, then. You’ll need all the help you can get,” the brown tom hastily presumed.

“No,” Windstar ordered, “I’ll need you and White Tail to help me guard the camp.”

“You can’t be serious? I need to be out there,” Eagle Feather pointed his tail beyond the camp’s gorse wall, “doing something useful. You’re preventing me from avenging my father! First, you supported Skystar, embarrassing me in front of the entire Clan! That fox-heart is a leader of a rival Clan, no less! And now, you’re stopping me from finding the dogs!” Eagle Feather’s meowed had transformed into a rage-filled snarl.

Silver Stripe was relieved that Storm Pelt was coming instead of Eagle Feather. Storm Pelt would be better under pressure than Eagle Feather, who looked like he wanted to find every single dog in the world and blame it for his father’s death.

Windstar remained on the Tallrock, standing ominously still, muscles rippling. Wisps of sunlight glittered around the edges of her pelt. Silver Stripe thought that Windstar was about to growl something at Eagle Feather, but she was surprised by what she heard.

“I don’t blame you for wanting to avenge Jagged Peak’s death. I and every other WindClan cat wants the same, but we need strong cats to protect the camp. How would Jagged Peak, or you feel, if something happened to Heather Tuft and Stone Gaze?”

An ominous silence lasted for a dozen heartbeats. The only noise was White Tail’s paws scuffling against the sand. Shocked, Silver Stripe eyed Eagle Feather bow his head in realisation. “You’re right,” he rasped softly. “I’ll make sure that the dogs can’t destroy any more of my family.”

Windstar’s gaze turned toward her mate, Gorse Fur. “Good luck.”

“Have fun defending the camp,” Silver Stripe teased, flicking her tail over White Tail’s ear.

She felt guilty as White Tail sighed, “I’ll try.”

Before Silver Stripe could apologise or find out if anything other than the dogs was bothering him, Gorse Fur’s call reminded her of her duty to WindClan, “Silver Stripe, we’re leaving.”

Padding forward to file in behind the other members of the search patrol, she risked a glance over her shoulder toward White Tail. He was talking to Windstar and Eagle Feather, tail drooping along the floor, brushing patches of sand as it did so. Silver Stripe hoped that her brother would become more confident and less nervous soon. I might have to talk to Black Ear, and see what we can come up with to help him get more confidence. Making her way through the gorse tunnel, a spiking piece of gorse made her shudder. I don’t know how he would cope without us.

Exiting the gorse tunnel, she was startled to see Storm Pelt. “I thought I’d wait for you,” he bluntly stated. “Gorse Fur and Fern Leaf have gone on ahead.” Silver Stripe was disappointed to not hear any of his old friendliness, which had been hard to come by since his father’s death. “We’ll catch them if we’re quick,” he continued swiftly.

Trying not to sound too disheartened, Silver Stripe replied, “Gotcha.” As she followed Storm Pelt out onto the rolling moors, where light blue skies swam above.

It hadn’t taken long for Silver Stripe and Storm Pelt to catch up with Gorse Fur and Fern Leaf. Silver Stripe was at least happy to feel bands of breeze brush her fur and sunlight warm her pelt. For some reason, the air felt sticky, as though it was holding something in, and had clutched at their pelts as they headed toward the border. But looking around, Silver Stripe dared to ignore it.

Nervousness had kept them in hushed silence. Now, standing at the border, the unknown stretched out before them.

Gorse Fur’s experienced gaze was sweeping over them. “We don’t know what’s out there.” His lithe gray tail flicked in the boundary’s direction, reinforcing his point. “And for that reason. We have to remain careful, and I need all of you to do just as I say. If I say run, you run.” Gorse Fur’s eyes clouded over for the smallest heartbeat, but then his voice continued with the same composed meow, “WindClan doesn’t want to lose any more cats, which means no heroics. If we do find the dogs, we’ll go immediately back to camp and tell Windstar.”

Silver Stripe found herself nodding, Fern Leaf and Storm Pelt did the same.

“Any questions?” Gorse Fur enquired, pausing. As there was no response, he meowed, “Come on.”

Crossing the border, Silver Stripe felt the grass beginning to crawl up her legs, making her feel uncomfortable. Gradually the undergrowth grew until trees marked the start of a forest. Just before entering the trees, she spotted the farm that ran close to WindClan’s borders. I wonder if any cats or prey are there? Quickly her attention changed to dodging long vines, which lashed around in front of her.

The overarching trees blocked out the sun’s rays and cancelled the air flow, as they went deeper into the forest’s interior. Thick undergrowth was now worming up her legs. Silver Stripe felt like the deeper they went, the worse the undergrowth got. In front of her, she could see Gorse Fur struggling, though Fern Leaf padded confidently through the long grass, dense shrubs, overhanging bushes, and shadowy trees. The lean-muscled she-cat showed no signs of fatigue. Rocky, who had died of greencough last leafbare, had told her that Fern Leaf was previously a rogue. Perhaps that’s how she’s so comfortable with all this stupid undergrowth.

All of a sudden, she tripped, a tendril catching a back paw, causing her to flop onto the forest floor. “Unbelieveable!” she hissed in anger and annoyance.

Fern Leaf and Gorse Fur’s ears darted back in surprise, and Silver Stripe thought she heard light mrrows of amusement under their breaths.

Behind her, Storm Pelt was being less secretive. Letting out a bout of laughter, the thick-furred mottled gray tom helped her to her paws. “Unlucky,” he purred.

Getting to her paws, Silver Stripe purred back, “Well, at least it made you smile.”

Silver Stripe’s embarrassment had at least caused a grin to befall Storm Pelt’s muzzle, something that had been missing since Jagged Peak’s death. But Storm Pelt’s expression began to harden again, his blue eyes losing their shine. “Well, I’ve not had much to smile about recently,” his purr had been replaced with a broken grief-stricken meow.

Extreme guilt immediately emerged from Silver Stripe. How could I have made such a fool of myself? she pondered. “I’m sorry,” she began. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s okay,” Storm Pelt muttered, though Silver Stripe could see the saddened look that was scored across his muzzle, adding to her strong feeling of guiltiness.

Not knowing what to say, they kept on trampling through the thick undergrowth in awkward silence. Silver Stripe felt awful. That was a chance to make him open up, and I ruined it. She let out the smallest sigh as she followed Storm Pelt and the rest of the patrol further into the forest.

After what seemed like an eternity, they stumbled upon a small clearing that was dancing with sunlight. They were panting by that time, and all four cats took a fast moment to regain their breaths.

“Look at this,” Fern Leaf suddenly hissed from the front of the patrol.

“We’ve found them,” Storm Pelt breathed.

Silver Stripe stretched out her neck, so she could glance around the side of Storm Pelt. A ravaged, unrecognisable bit of prey was covered in blood; there was many deep bite marks around the remaining scraps of flesh. Sickness filled her mouth, and she had to gasp, for it to escape her lungs. “That must be the dogs,” Silver Stripe cried, as invisible breezes made her shiver.

Fern Leaf nodded, nearing the carcass and, giving it a sniff. “It definitely smells like dog.”

“They must be close,” Gorse Fur warned. “We’ll follow their scent. But we’ll have to be careful.”

Gorse Fur leading, the WindClan cats ventured more into the forest, following the scent trail that was left by the dogs. The undergrowth started to thin a little bit, and a new purpose had made them pad with more urgency toward their target. Silver Stripe felt a nervous pit forming in her stomach as she wondered about what could go wrong. How will the dogs react? How will we react? How will I react? Can I even face the dogs?

Vile dog scent became stronger. The birds had ceased their singing, and the area was swamped in disgusting dog scent, paining Silver Stripe’s nostrils.

“Wait,” Gorse Fur urged, his tail suddenly angling back.

There was a thicket in front. Silver Stripe could spot a few gaps in it. Could this be it? A terrifying bark sounded from the other side, causing the four cats to become unnerved. And immediately every cat unsheathed their claws.

“The dogs,” Fern Leaf spat.

Gorse Fur instructed them to stalk, as carefully as possible, to the thicket’s edge. Through the gaps, Silver Stripe could see four big, brutish black shapes sitting alongside one another. Saliva dropped from their mouths, flapping against the shorter grass, and she could see rippling muscles underneath their glossy pelts. As one of them yawned, Silver Stripe stiffened in terror. Sharp, piercing fangs had been hidden from sight – the ones that had torn Jagged Peak to a disfigured heap. Alarmed, Silver Stripe was now able to understand how deadly these remorseless beasts really were to WindClan’s safety.

Before the dogs could smell or spot them, Gorse Fur touched each cat with his tail, monitoring for them to track backwards. Phew, soon Windstar will know, and then she’ll know what to do.

Without realising, whilst edging away from the thicket, she stomped on a small branch. It splintered in half, and its noise echoed throughout the forest, puncturing beyond the gaping thicket. Oh, StarClan! she thought in absolute terror. What have I done?

Silver Stripe looked up to see her own feelings of horror reflected in the expressions of Gorse Fur, Fern Leaf, and Storm Pelt. “Run!” Gorse Fur shrieked. “We’ll lose them in the woods!”

The shifting of clumsy paws from behind signified that the dogs had indeed heard her. Recovering to her paws, she bounded after the rest of the patrol. As she followed them, she had to scramble to dodge trees and bushes. Fright rushed through Silver Stripe, making her heart thump against her pelt, and filling her with pure panic. Harsh barking exploded in her ears, making her stumble yet again as she rolled through clumps of shrubbery. Attempting to get to her feet, she saw the rest of the patrol far ahead, escaping toward the border.

“Come back!” she cried, but her desperate cry was cut short by a feverish bark that came from very close behind.

If I’m going to die, I’m going to avenge Jagged Peak. She whipped around, seeing the four black hounds coming to a sudden halt in front of her. They skidded forward, readying to attack their prey. Saliva splat against her muzzle. Their jaws slammed shut, omitting a bone-crushing vibration. The hounds’ eyes were glazed with destructive malice, which made Silver Stripe tremble, and their claws seemed more than twice the size of any cat. As they closed in on her, Silver Stripe unsheathed her claws, getting ready to sacrifice herself.

Silver Stripe felt herself flinching as they got closer and closer. Big paws pressed against the ground, and she began to feel their disturbing breath touch her pelt. The stench was so mad, she had to force bile back down her throat.

Frozen to the spot, she sat waiting for the dogs to make the first move. Come on, you ugly brutes! Silver Stripe flexed her claws, getting prepared for her end.

Suddenly! The dogs turned their heads toward the trees that surrounded them. Then, to Silver Stripe’s surprise, the dogs emptied shallow whines from their mouths. What’s happened? Completely confused, Silver Stripe wondered what had alerted the dogs’ attentions.

Bright ginger fur raced across her vision. Snapping her head around, she managed to glimpse a tom zigzagging through the trees around the dogs. Silver Stripe’s eyes widened. He’s going to get himself killed! The bright ginger tom manoeuvred with skilful agility through the forest floor. He made it seem as though the undergrowth wasn’t touching his paws. The dogs were now snarling, twisting their heads and attempting to focus on the dash of fiery ginger fur. Taking advantage of the distraction, Silver Stripe began to slowly creep away.

Avoiding their clumsy, outstretching paws, the bright ginger tom darted around the sides of the four dogs. Reaching her side, he called, “Go! I’ll keep them busy.”

“Thank you,” Silver Stripe gladly replied, feeling a mixture of terror and gratitude, she stumbled away, rushing back toward WindClan territory.

Once she was a dozen or so tail-lengths away, she risked turning her head back. The bright ginger tom was leading the dogs away, losing them among the densely packed trees.

I wonder who he is? she reflected, feeling puzzled. Why did he save me? Not having the answers, she continued to run back toward the border, trying to put the nightmarish dogs behind her.

— SCENEBREAK —

Stars shone in the blackening sky as Silver Stripe exited the thinning undergrowth. The pale gray tabby she-cat was relieved to hear familiar meows.

“We shouldn’t have left her,” Storm Pelt meowed.

“How could we have realised?” Fern Leaf shrugged. “Let’s just hope she got away.”

Silver Stripe, nearing her Clanmates, could see a worried look in Storm Pelt’s face. “But… What if she turns out like Jagged Peak?” The mottled gray tom’s head dropped. “I won’t be able to live with myself.”

Her slender tail rustled some ferns as she passed a mound of heather, alerting Fern Leaf. “Wait, it could be her.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Silver Stripe called out to them.

When she was closer, Storm Pelt sighed, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Fern Leaf agreed. “We better get back to camp. Gorse Fur went ahead, and everyone’s bound to be worried about you.”

— SCENEBREAK —

“Battle training will begin immediately,” announced a commanding voice.

Silver Stripe could see Windstar telling the Clan as she pushed through the narrow gorse tunnel, her fur brushing the sides. She was happy to see everyone gathering in the Meeting Hollow, watching Windstar, who sat atop the Tallrock. Silver Stripe was even happier to see the pelts of Slate, Black Ear, and White Tail sitting close to each other. After earlier, she knew it was a privilege to see them again.

“She’s back!” a cat meowed, making all of WindClan turn toward her.

It didn’t take more than a few heartbeats for her Clanmates to swamp around her, drenching their scents with hers. After thinking she was about to die when facing the dogs, Silver Stripe was overjoyed to feel the warm pelts of her Clanmates touch hers. She closed her eyes, treasuring their warmth.

“I’m glad you’re back,” White Tail’s sudden meow sounded from amongst the sea of cats.

“I’m glad, too.”

A black-and-white tom approached them from the crowd, his amber eyes sparkling. “I hope you didn’t have too much fun without me.”

“Good to see you too, hare-brain,” Silver Stripe purred, swiping a sheathed paw over one of his ears.

The events from the day faded from her mind as she was enclosed by her Clanmates, who offered joyful meows to her. Knowing she had escaped from the dogs, she felt jubilation flow through her body. When being so close to death, it made her realise how important her family was to her. Using her tail, Silver Stripe pulled Black Ear and White Tail in close, embracing the cats who meant the most to her.

Author’s Notes:
As a gift for me not publishing a chapter for 12 days, I’ve given you the 2nd longest chapter in the book so far. I’m happy with this (I’ve gotta be when it took 2 edits ;P). In case anyone wanted to know, I put in what happened to Rocky, though I think I mentioned something about greencough outbreaks in one of the first few chapters, so it was probably guessable from that. Silver Stripe nearly died, and who is this mystery ginger tom? You’ll have to find out when we return to Silver Stripe’s PoV. *evil laugh*. Btw, it’ll probably be at least 3 chapter until we go back to her PoV. Fear not, we’ve got Sun Shadow’s return and more Oak Shade coming soon. As always massive thanks for reading! Any comments are appreciated etc. Cheers! 😀
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Just wanted to write some random thing…

“Hello, today this is the Daisy cooking show! We shall make a mousurabburito!”
(Applauses from cats as Daisy appears)
“First, we must review the ingredients! Drumroll!”
*Drumrolls from cats*
“One mouse and rabbit… two long yummy oval leaves…and that is all!”
“Here is the procedure! First, take out the mouse and rabbit, and leave it out on the sun! Once it is heated, shred it nicely! Do the same with one oval leaf! Then, you put it all on the other oval leaf! Finally, there is the mousurabburito!”
*Larkkit peeks* “Why is it so short? I don’t understand!”
“That’s how it is! Now, bye folks!”

Hehe… just like what I said, I only decided to write something random out of boredom.