Warriors Fan Fiction

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Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow – whether there is a market for it or not! The kick of creation is the act of creating, not anything that happens afterward. I would tell all of you watching this screen: Before you go to bed, write a four line poem. Make it as good as you can. Don’t show it to anybody. Put it where nobody will find it. And you will discover that you have your reward.

Kurt Vonnegut

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  20,551 Replies to “Warriors Fan Fiction”

  1. October 7, 2019 at 6:07 am

    The next chapter of Horizon or Fire will be on Monday (X

  2. Monkeyfur
    October 7, 2019 at 8:15 am

    Hi, I’m starting a new story called Five Feet Apart, it isn’t really like the movie though.
    But I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me if I should continue!

    No one can come close to me,
    They think I’m all evil inside.
    No one wants to go near me,
    Because I’ll kill them in one sight.
    No kit wants me to play with them,
    Elders hate to tell me stories.
    No warrior wants to train me,
    Because they think I am all evil inside.

    So I stand far away,
    In my heart, I feel sad that I can’t even touch them.
    But I know that I must be tucked away,
    Five feet apart…

    • Blackie/Blackkit =^ㅜㅂㅜ^=
      October 7, 2019 at 9:05 pm

      Aaaaah this is amazing monkey you will be a writer one day 🙂

      cOoKiEs aNd NuTbOltS fOR sALe

      • Monkeyfur
        October 8, 2019 at 3:46 am

        Thank you!

    • October 8, 2019 at 8:40 pm

      Ooh! I love this! So sad ); Please continue!

      • Monkeyfur
        October 9, 2019 at 3:46 am

        Thank you!

  3. Monkeyfur
    October 7, 2019 at 1:37 pm

    Chapter 5!!! The prophecy is about to start!!!!
    The group scattered across the clearing after the meeting. Viperfrost, Fawnspots and Owlwater went to talk with Nightriver and Sunsetstream. Doeleap, Fallenshadows, Cheetahspark, and Darkwing went on border or hunting patrol. I returned to the apprentice’s den. Icepaw was inside, she glared at me. I didn’t know what was wrong, so I looked at my paws and laid down on a bundle of moss.

    “What did you think you were doing with those cats, why were you talking about making a new clan? I will tell Cakestar now!” Icepaw screamed. I couldn’t believe it, she was eavesdropping.

    “You can’t,” I begin to worry, what will I do? Icepaw would tell Cakestar, and I would be banished from the clan. I don’t know what other way there is to stop her, instead of killing her. So I leap in the air, my claws sinking out of my paws. I pounce onto my littermate, she turns and tries to swipe me away but I claw her paws down onto the ground.

    Then Pebblepaw comes in, she sees everything and gasps. I turn and glance at her, she snarls in response. But then Icepaw whimpers. She snarls at me, but now I know what to do. “Icepaw dies, or you have to kill Emberdawn,” I can’t believe what I just said, how could I be so rude?

    “I can’t choose,” Pebblepaw gasps, she can’t believe that I am doing this to. Then I make her, I force myself to slowly pretend to kill Icepaw. “Fine, just let Icepaw go!” Pebblepaw screams, I throw Icepaw at Pebblepaw. Blood trickles down Icepaw’s head. “Monkeypaw,” Pebblepaw continues, “Why do you want us to kill Emberdawn and why are your eyes red?”

    Then I hear it, I hear the Viperfrost, Fallenshadows, Owlwater, Fawnspots, Cheetahspark, Darkwing and Doeleap all laughing. “Dark animals destroys like ice and pebbles tossed into fire,”…

    • October 7, 2019 at 3:54 pm

      😮 😮 😮 😮 😮

      I still don’t understand the prophecy… the part about Ice and I. I can’t wait for more!! 😀

      White pumpkin pie???

      • Icepaw is ready for Halloween, Inktober, and my birthday
        October 8, 2019 at 1:12 am

        Well, I guess it means that they’re trying to destroy us. At least it probably means that we’ll be trying to stop them 😀

        How do you make good siggies

    • October 7, 2019 at 4:49 pm

      Oh my…

      The Silent Thaw Drama

    • Spooky Blossomkit! Boo! *EpIcLy ScArEs YoU*
      October 8, 2019 at 4:54 am

      I’m anticipating the moment I show up!

      This is great! Please continue this! 😀

      Tall x Jake 4 ever!!

      • Monkeyfur
        October 8, 2019 at 6:39 am

        I will, and don’t worry, you will be born soon…

        • Blackie/Blackkit =^ㅜㅂㅜ^=
          October 8, 2019 at 10:19 pm

          Can I be born?

          cOoKiEs aNd NuTbOltS fOR sALe

          • Monkeyfur
            October 9, 2019 at 3:37 am


            • Blackie/Blackkit =^ㅜㅂㅜ^=
              October 10, 2019 at 7:31 pm

              Yay 🙂

              cOoKiEs aNd NuTbOltS fOR sALe

      • October 8, 2019 at 9:15 am

        Me too, Blossomkit!

        The Silent Thaw Drama

        • Sunpaw
          October 9, 2019 at 3:54 pm


          I'm not throwing away my shot!

    • October 8, 2019 at 8:48 pm

      Dark animals…
      You’re a villain?!

      • Monkeyfur
        October 9, 2019 at 3:37 am

        Ya, I have to, I am sorry…

    • October 8, 2019 at 10:18 pm


      INFP-T Libra

    • Rushing Stream at Sunset (Sunsetpaw/stream)
      October 13, 2019 at 9:18 pm

      Yay I exist, but Sunsetstream is my warrior name. I’m an apprentice.


  4. Brightpaw (pool)
    October 7, 2019 at 5:01 pm

    Allegiances of my untitled story! Note: In RiseClan, there are no elders because it is part of Adderstar’s “RiseClan Code” that elders are useless and to be exiled. Also, the other Clans’ allegiances are incomplete because I don’t show many cats from the other Clans.


    Adderstar—dark reddish-brown tabby tom with amber eyes
    Leopardstrike—brown tabby she-cat with dark green eyes
    Medicine Cat:
    Bluesong—blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes
    Bramblethorn—long-furred dark brown tabby tom with green eyes
    Flintclaw—dark gray tom with green eyes
    Frostlake—blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes
    Dawnflame—reddish-brown-and-cream she-cat with amber eyes
    Gorseleaf—light gray tom with brown eyes; seinor warrior
    Kestrelfeather—light brown-and-white she-cat with green eyes
    Mallowstem—short, stocky light brown tom with green eyes
    Pricklebush—gray-and-brown tabby tom with green eyes; Dustpaw’s father
    Quailtalon—long-furred dark brown tabby she-cat with one white paw, white ear tips, and green eyes
    Redhawk—long-furred, light reddish-brown tom with green eyes; new seinor warrior
    Ryetail—golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes; new seinor warrior
    Apprentice: Ivypaw
    Falconwing—gray tabby tom with amber eyes; new seinor warrior
    Apprentice: Mousepaw
    Squirrelspring—long-furred light brown tabby she-cat with green eyes; Dustpaw’s mother
    Mousepaw—small light brown-and-white she-cat with green eyes
    Ivypaw—reddish-brown-and-cream she-cat with green eyes; Flintclaw & Dawnflame’s daughter
    Hazelshade—golden-brown tabby she-cat with brown eyes; Mallowstem’s mate; mother to Owlkit (light brown tabby she-kit with green eyes) and Honeykit (golden-brown tabby she-kit with green eyes)

    The Other Clans


    Marshstar—dark brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes
    Jaybranch—brown tabby tom with blue eyes
    Medicine cat:
    Silversky—light gray tabby she-cat with amber eyes


    Torrentstar—long-furred dark gray tom with brown eyes
    Foxclaw—ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes


    Shadestar—black tom with amber eyes
    Stagfrost—light brown tabby tom with amber eyes
    Ashfeather—long-furred dark tabby she-cat with light blue eyes

  5. Icepaw is ready for Halloween, Inktober, and my birthday
    October 8, 2019 at 4:57 am

    I hear voices from camp. I stop with my relatively plump pigeon and mouse-I’ve always been a strong hunter-and hear the voices of Cheetahspark and Doeleap. I heard something about killing Bluebellpaw…
    Killing Bluebellpaw! Why would they want to kill my friend? This is a joke, right?
    It gets worse. I hear Doeleap say, “Monkeypaw, you don’t get it.” What doesn’t he get? He’s a smart cat. Or smart enough to survive at least.
    “But we must make our own Clan, CatClan.”
    I drop my fresh-kill. CatClan? What on earth do they mean?
    But then I hear the worst of it. The horrid laughter. I think at first that it’s from Cheetahspark or Doeleap, but when I look over, I see that it is from Monkeypaw, my own brother! A chill creeps up my spine. No. No, this can’t be happening.
    I think about the prophecy. Dark animals will destroy… no, damage… like… ice and pebbles tossed into fires and cakes at night… when the moon… rises like rain and… storms, yes, that was it. I think about the part with ice and pebbles. I realize that this may mean that I will save the Clan with Pebblepaw.
    I run to camp, holding the fresh-kill in my mouth. I put it down, and groom myself, hoping to look casual when I see Monkeypaw again.
    My siggie goes so well with these chapters right now 😛

    How do you make good siggies

  6. Monkeyfur
    October 8, 2019 at 6:45 am

    Here it is and it is edited! I hope you like it!

    No one can come close to me,
    They run away before I can see them.
    No one wants to go near me,
    Because I’ll kill them in one sight.
    No kit wants me to play with them,
    Elders hate to tell me stories.
    No warrior wants to train me,
    Because they think I am all evil inside.

    So I stand far away,
    Even from my family.
    The family that glares and despises me,
    And barely even looks at me.
    When I sleep,
    I am left inside.
    Alone, trapped in a mystery.
    But I know that I will always have to stand,
    Five feet apart…

  7. October 8, 2019 at 4:09 pm

    My PoV for Monkeyfur’s fanfic!!

    I walk into the apprentices den, yawning. Weariness drags at my paws. I just want to nap. I round the corner and open my eyes. I gasp, my heart skipping a beat.
    Monkeypaw has Icepaw pinned, claws unsheathed.
    Monkeypaw looks up. My heart starts pounding in my ears.
    The fur on my back raises.
    Back arched, I unsheathed my claws and bare my teeth in a ferocious snarl. He dares to hurt Icepaw and expects not to pay?
    “Either Icepaw dies, or you kill Emberdawn,” he sneers.
    I feel myself go pale. “I-I can’t–”
    Monkeypaw’s claws sink deeper into whimpering Icepaw’s fur, daring me. Fear leaps into my throat.
    “Okay, okay, just let Icepaw go!” I exclaim shrilly, my heart pounding hard against my ribcage .
    Monkeypaw unhooks his claws and throws her into me. I catch my best friend, panting at I stare at Icepaw’s own brother who just threatened to kill her.
    “Monkeypaw, why in the name of StarClan would you want me to kill our deputy? And why are you’re eyes red?”
    And then I hear it. Evil, maniac laughing.
    “Dark animals destroys like ice and pebbles tossed into fire,”…

    White pumpkin pie???

  8. October 8, 2019 at 8:45 pm

    Okay, I’m going to take a break from HOF and do another fanfic. It’s going to be called…
    🌷🌑Rosedawn’s Heart🌑🌷

    It’s going to be about a she cat that has a happy life with her mate, until she feels their relationship crumble and her heart torn.


    They always say there is someone out there for you
    Somewhere waiting for you…
    I’ve always wondered who that was…
    Where was he….
    What he was like…

    I’ve found him, I’m happy
    But I feel uncertain…
    I feel a darkness from him…
    Secrets flashing from his past…
    ‘Tell me’, I beg him
    He doesn’t reply

    All we do is fight…
    What is going on inside?
    I feel my heart tearing
    I feel my heart losing the love I had for him
    There’s something wrong
    There’s some darkness…

  9. Icepaw is ready for Halloween, Inktober, and my birthday
    October 8, 2019 at 10:06 pm

    I see Monkeypaw walk into the apprentices’ den. I look like I was just resting now, so I’m ready.
    “What did you think you were doing with those cats, why were you talking about making a new clan? I will tell Cakestar now!” I scream. I feel so betrayed. We’ve known Bluebellpaw all our lives. I want to scream more. About how we’ve grown up together. We’ve been through so much together. We were both there when our mother died. We were there when Lionkit died, and I was there when he nearly died. I cried. I thought he was gone. I thought I’d lost almost everyone that was close to me.
    “You can’t,” he begs. I get up, ready to tell our leader. Just then Monkeypaw leaps into the air. I feel his claws as he pounces on to me. I try to fight back but he claws my paws.
    Pebblepaw comes in, and I whimper. Please save me Peb, I beg in my mind. She snarls at my brother. I suddenly feel his claws in my head. “Icepaw dies, or you have to kill Emberdawn,” I start gagging, feeling blood in my mouth. Why Monkeypaw? Why?
    “I can’t choose,” Pebblepaw gasps. I can’t blame her if she chooses to save Emberdawn. I’m just an apprentice, and Emberdawn is our deputy. I scream as Monkeypaw’s jaws get closer to my throat. I would struggle, but I feel too weak. “Fine, just let Icepaw go!” Pebblepaw screams. I feel myself being thrown at Pebblepaw. I feel all of the blood on my head. It hurts so much.
    “Monkeypaw,” Pebblepaw continues, “Why do you want us to kill Emberdawn and why are your eyes red?” I look up a little bit at him. Pebblepaw is right. His eyes are red, and I’m horrified now.
    I hear the cats I saw with Monkeypaw before laughing. “Dark animals destroys like ice and pebbles tossed into fire…”
    I realize that I was right.

    How do you make good siggies

    • October 9, 2019 at 1:11 am

      Ahhhh I can’t even wait for the next partttttttt

      This is so awesome!! I love seeing it in your PoV 😀

      White pumpkin pie???

      • Icepaw is ready for Halloween, Inktober, and my birthday
        October 9, 2019 at 1:41 am

        Thanks Peb! 😀

        How do you make good siggies

    • October 9, 2019 at 1:30 am

      This is great! I love how you, Peb, and Monkey all wrote POVs for the same thing 😛

      INFP-T Libra

      • Icepaw is ready for Halloween, Inktober, and my birthday
        October 9, 2019 at 1:41 am

        Monkey started it, then I wrote mine, and Peb followed 😛

        How do you make good siggies

    • Monkeyfur
      October 9, 2019 at 3:48 am

      OOOOO Icepaw this is so good!!!!

      • Icepaw is ready for Halloween, Inktober, and my birthday
        October 9, 2019 at 6:54 am

        Thanks! 😀

        How do you make good siggies

  10. October 9, 2019 at 1:33 am

    I think I’ll stop procrastinating as much if I just don’t post Memory on here (because I feel pressured by myself then 😛), and I write terribly, so maybe I’ll just post it after I write it all 😛

    INFP-T Libra

  11. October 9, 2019 at 3:45 pm

    Chapter 2

    “You now where the tunnels are, right, Reedpaw?” “Yes!” Reedpaw replied. “Good.” Bluefrost walked over to the other side of the cave. I’m going to show you the main tunnel today. And I’ll teach you to do some tunneling of your own.” Reedpaw was so excited, he couldn’t stop himself from squeaking. “I can’t wait!” Bluefrost purred with amusement. “I’ll teach you to be the best tunneler MudClan has to offer.” Then she raced away. “See you there!” “Wait up!” Reedpaw dashed over to her, panting with exhaustion. “good running skills,” Bluefrost told him. “But spread your legs further apart. It’ll make you go further in one stride.” “Like this?” Reedpaw dashed across the cave and back again. “Good. You have the potential to be a fast runner. I’m proud of you,” she told him, and he purred. “Now, enough waiting. Let’s enter the tunnels! But stay close to me. Make sure you can feel my fur if you reach out your tail. It may be scary to you. You might feel overwhelmed.” “Okay.” Reedpaw’s belly churned. Suddenly he wasn’t so sure about entering the tunnels. “Come on.” He watched as his mentor got swallowed by blackness. “Don’t be scared!” she called to him as he took his first, uneasy step inside the tunnels. “Trust me. You’ll be okay.” Darkness swallowed Reedpaw. He reached out his tail to touch her fur. “Ack!” was the reply. “You just put your tail in my mouth! But I know you were doing it for the best.” “Oops.” Reedpaw sat down to groom his tail, then followed her scent along the tunnel. He sniffed the air. “What’s that smell?” Bluefrost’s fur brushed along his. “Rabbit. Dandelionheart and Molestrike caught one here earlier.” His eyes had adjusted to the dark, and he could clearly see Bluefrost pointing at the ground with her white paw. “Here. I found a drop of the rabbit’s blood.” Reedpaw sniffed it. “You’ll need to memorize the scents of all the prey here. Mostly we catch rabbits, mice, and moles.” She glanced into his eyes. “But you’ll want to know the scent of earthworms. We gather them in areas as bait for moles.” She sniffed the air, then took out her paw and sliced off a chunk of earth. “Here’s one now.” Reedpaw stared at the slimy, wiggly, pink creature in front of him. ” That’s a worm?! They look so… helpless.” “Helpless enough to catch,” Bluefrost replied. “Sniff this worm and then sniff the air. I want to see you catch one.” Reedpaw sniffed. There was a strong scent of worm close to one end. He reached out his paw, claws unsheathed, and scooped up a pile of the soil. There was a worm, just wriggling there. Reedpaw was about to bite it when Bluefrost looked at him. “Wait. Worms can split in two if they are in danger. One half will be the head and the other, the tail. We won’t know which is which. It’s best just to leave it alive. Put it next to my worm.” Reedpaw did so. All of a sudden, a black mound of fur rose up from the earth beneath them. Quick as lightning, Bluefrost reached out her paw. She sunk her teeth into its neck and lay the body before him. “That’s a mole. Breathe in its scent.” Reedpaw sniffed it. It had the smell of soil sticking to its pelt, and it smelled faintly of stone. At the same time, there was a musky tang to it. It was mouthwatering, and he remembered the first mole he had ever eaten, back in the nursery with Goldberry and Nettlepaw. He opened his mouth wide and imagined the feeling of his fangs sinking in to its raw flesh… “Reedpaw! What are you doing?!” Bluefrost’s mew cut his thoughts. “You’re not a kit anymore. Queens and elders are our first priority.” She pointed with her tail to his fang marks. “Mouse-brain! As punishment, you will be picking from the fresh-kill pile last. And if there isn’t any prey left, you won’t eat. Hopefully that will teach you.” “I’m sorry.” He muttered words under his breath, cursing himself for being such a mouse-brain. “We’re going to leave now,” Bluefrost told him. “I’m going to give this piece of fresh-kill to Turtlestorm. She’ll be kitting any day now.” They padded through the tunnel in silence. About three-fourths through the tunnel, Reedpaw was exhausted. His pads were raw, and all he wanted to do was curl up in his new den and sleep for a moon. “We’re almost there,” Bluefrost urged him. “You’ll get used to it as we explore the tunnels more.” They had almost reached the end of the tunnel when Tuftyfur raced toward them, his eyes wild and his fur tuftier than ever. “Turtlestorm’s kitting, but something’s wrong! Turtlestorm is okay, but Acornleaf says he’s worried about the kits…” His mew trailed off.
    “Come and see for yourself.” Bluefrost ran over and followed him. “Bring the mole to the elders!” she called to Reedpaw. Reedpaw calmly walked to the elders’ den, in spite of all the tension going on with the kitting. He heard Turtlestorm’s wails and screeches as he entered. Cinderfang and Harestripe were sitting in their nests. Batfur was sleeping. “Hello, Reedkit!” Harestripe called. “Oh, that’s right! You’re Reedpaw now.” “He flicked his ear at the sound of another wail. “Turtlestorm’s kitting, eh?” he asked. “Brave young she-cat. I remember when she was a kit. I was the proudest father a kit could have, and she had the best mother.” His eyes darkened with sadness. “Gladefur was a brilliant mother. She died a little after you were born. She fought bravely for the nursery, when the rogues attacked.” He sighed. “At least her blood is being carried on through her daughter’s kits.” “This is a nice story and all,” Cinderfang meowed. “But Batfur’s sleeping, and you know how he gets if he’s woken up.” Harestripe sighed. “Oh, all right. Reedpaw clearly came for another reason than listening to our stories.” He glanced at the mole. “Is that for us?” “Yeah.” Reedpaw nudged it towards him with his nose. He watched as the elders ate. A loud, piercing wail, louder than Reedpaw had ever heard, sounded from the nursery. It was not a cry of pain, but rather, a cry of misery and sorrow. “My kits! My kits! They’re dead!” Sympathetic murmurs came from the rest of the clan. Reedpaw rushed to the nursery. Three small bundles lay by her belly. One was gray, like its father, another was black and white, like its mother, and the third was jet-black with a white tail-tip. “They’re gone.” Her mew was barely more than a whisper.
    “I’ll name them anyway.” She shifted her paws. Windkit.” She pointed to the gray kit with her tail. “Willowkit for the black and white one.” She put her paw on the last kit. “And this one is Twilightkit.” Cedarstep nuzzled her cheek. “It will be okay.” “Turtlestorm glanced into his eyes. I can’t help my own. They have joined MoonClan now. But I can help other kits and their mothers.” She stood up. “I want to become a permanent queen.” That was when Reedpaw saw three little kits rising from the spirits of their bodies and rising up into the air, into MoonClan. He blinked, and then they were gone.

    Sorry, those of you who wanted spaces between the lines. there was a glitch that made it all weird, so I had to do it this way. 🙁 I’ll try next chapter to improve it.

    Chapter 3 coming soon!

    Vouch 4 the Viper

  12. October 9, 2019 at 5:03 pm

    🌷🌑Rosedawn’s Heart🌑🌷

    “Oh come on!” Rosepaw shivered as a cold breeze whispered icily in her ears, the clouds covering the dark night sky. “Come here, we’ll be fine.” Snakepaw’s green eyes glittered as he beckoned his black tail.

    Rosepaw’s cream fur bristled. “But we’re not supposed to be out of camp without-“
    “A warrior? Please! We’ll be warriors soon enough! Snakepaw let out a snort with a whisk of his tail, a purr rumbling in his throat. The she cat still stood there, shaking.
    “Come on!” Snakepaw meowed, grabbing her scruff and pulling her towards the forest.

    Rosepaw frowned, pulling away. “We’re just going here for you to meet your dumb ShadowClan friends.” She hissed under her breath.
    “They’re not dumb.” Snakepaw retorted.
    Rosepaw watched him pad on. “I’m staying here!” She called.
    “FINE.” Snakepaw growled under his breath, disappearing into the undergrowth.

    The night was silent and cold as Rosepaw waited, her amber eyes flickering anxiously at every sound. ‘I should go back to camp…’ She thought.
    Turning around, she started walking back when she heard a yowl and laughing.

    Gasping, Rosepaw ran towards the distressed wail and the mocking laughs that echoed from the forest. Thorns tugged at her pelt as she raced through the trees, halting at the lakeshore.
    “Snakepaw! What are you doing?” She shrieked; Snakepaw and the ShadowClan apprentices were crowded around a half drowned apprentice at the lakeshore.

    Snakepaw whirled around to stare at her with blazing eyes. Rosepaw couldn’t detect which emotion lay in his gaze. Bounding up, Rosepaw grabbed the apprentice’s wet scruff and hauled him towards the dry ground.
    She instantly recognized the ginger fur and blue eyes. “Gorsepaw?” She choked out.
    “Rosepaw?” The tom coughed out water, shaking his fiery fur as he stumbled to his paws.

    “Who did this to you?” Rosepaw boldly challenged, glaring at all the apprentices.
    “WE didn’t do anything.” Burdockpaw tilted his head in innocence. “Yeah right, why else did you want Snakepaw to meet you here?” Rosepaw snarled.
    “I swear I didn’t do anything, Rosepaw!” Snakepaw’s fur was fluffed up along his spine.

    “How am I supposed to believe that when you were laughing with them?” Rosepaw arched her back at her denmate. “I wasn’t, Rosepaw. Please believe me.” Snakepaw frowned, his eyes deep pools of concern. Silence fell for a couple of moments as Rosepaw stared at him.
    “Fine, I believe you.” She finally whispered, “Come on, Gorsepaw. Let’s get back to camp.”

    Whirling around, she led Gorsepaw towards the trees. She heard the ShadowClan cat’s laugh maniacally as she left. “So what happened there?” Rosepaw whispered to Gorsepaw.
    The tom licked his wet paws, his blue eyes glowing in the moonlight, “I followed them cause I thought they were doing something bad; and Snakepaw spotted me,” Rosepaw flinched as he continued, “He pushed me into the lake and they were pushing me down so I couldn’t get up. They were laughing, Rosepaw. But then you came and they stopped.”

    The cream furred apprentice stared at the forest floor with narrowed eyes. “I’m sorry Gorsepaw.”
    “It’s fine, you saved me. Thank you.” Gorsepaw dipped his head with a smile. Rosepaw smiled.


    Rosedawn felt that cold breeze that always gave her the shiver up her spine, sinking into her nest. Snakeshadow shifted silently in his nest beside hers, his black ears flicking as the birds started singing. The warrior stared at her mate.
    She never forgot that night he almost drowned Gorsepaw.

    Was it true?
    She decided to push it back and forgive him, or at least, not bring it up. Snakeshadow always made Rosedawn question everything. There was something mysterious about him.

    A flash of ginger outside of the den made Rosedawn jump as Gorsewind walked past the warriors’ den, tail high. ‘I should go on a hunting patrol.’ Rosedawn decided, jumping to her paws and slipping out of the den.

    Gorsewind stood in front of the deputy Cloveheart, his blue eyes glimmering as he laughed. Rosedawn stumbled up, her fluffy fur rippling as the crisp wind howled once more. “Good morning Rosedawn,” Cloveheart turned her head to look at the young warrior.
    “Good morning.” Rosedawn panted, straightening herself up.

    “Do you want to join the hunting patrol as well?” Cloveheart meowed, her cinder gray pelt sleek and shimmering in the early sunlight. “Yes, Who is leading it?” Rosedawn looked around wonderingly.
    Gorsewind tapped his tail on her shoulder with a purr. “I am.” He mewed.
    Rosedawn nodded. “Oh, okay.”
    “Is Snakeshadow awake?” The deputy went on.
    “Alright; Gorsewind, you can bring Leafsplash, Daringclaw, Songheart and Applepaw along with Rosedawn.” She briskly flicked her sleek tail.

    Gorsewind dipped his head. “I’ll go get them.” The muscular warrior bounded away to the warriors’ den, his ginger pelt lit like fire in the glowing sunshine. Moments later, he arrived with the rest of the patrol. Cloveheart twitched her whiskers. “Okay, you can also check the ShadowClan borders while you’re at it.”
    Padding away, the deputy disappeared in the leaders’ den.

    Rosedawn turned her gaze to Gorsewind. “Lead the way.” She nodded. The warrior trotted on, his pace confident and bright. Songheart tasted the air with intent blue eyes. “I can’t smell anything.”
    “Maybe we should try the beach grove?” Applepaw squeaked, her dappled rusty orange fur bristling.
    “Sounds good.” Rosedawn shrugged.
    “There will probably be some nice squirrels there this season.” Gorsewind murmured as he led the way down the slope.

    “I LOVE squirrels!” Applepaw bounced, almost tumbling down the hill. “Careful there.” Songheart purred at her apprentice. Rosedawn sniffed the ground curiously as they padded into the soft green grove. The only thing heard was the wind and the turtle of the beech leaves,
    Rosedawn gasped as she caught the scent of a black bird, settled at the lower branch of a beech.

    Pouncing silently, Rosedawn’s heart pounded in her ear as she crouched and slid towards the tree. Bunching her muscles, she sprang up the tree; hurling herself towards the bird. It called in alarm, batting into the air. “NO!” Rosedawn gasped as she missed the Branch, falling straight for the ground.
    “ROSEDAWN!” Gorsewind ran towards her, jumping up the tree to grab her scruff from falling.

    Rosedawn felt herself sway mid air, his grip in her scruff fur as he jumped down from the tree. The warrior gasped, shaking her fur. Leafsplash’s green eyes were as wide as the moon. “Are you okay?” She asked.
    “I’m fine.” Rosedawn licked her chest fur in embarrassment, “Thanks Gorsewind.”
    “Sure. We should be careful in these trees, they’re pretty high,” Gorsewind sighed, “Its best if we don’t jump into them, but wait for the prey to come down itself.”
    “That means no jumping in trees.” Songheart nudged her apprentice’s shoulder with a shimmer in Her gaze.

    “What? I’m not doing that!” Applepaw bristled defensively. Rosedawn scrambled to her paws, seeing black feathers across her pelt. ‘I’ll have to lick that off later.’ She thought.
    “I think that scared off the prey for awhile…” Daringclaw glowered with dark eyes.
    “Why don’t we go to the border for now?” Gorsewind suggested.

    “Sounds great.” The cats murmured and nodded as they padded through the woods. Sunlight dappled the forest floor as the warriors tasted the air, bristling as they reached the border.
    “I’ll take the left.” Rosedawn nodded, beckoning her tail to Leafsplash and Daringclaw.
    “We’ll take the right.” Songheart padded up to her brother.

    Suddenly, the undergrowth on the other side rustled as a ShadowClan patrol slipped out.
    Rosedawn bristled with flexing claws. ‘Burdockclaw.’ The Gray tom narrowed his eyes at the patrol, “Greetings.”
    “Hello.” Rosedawn quietly mewed, rubbing against the rocks.
    “We heard a shriek, was it one of you?” Nightglow tilted her head in mock, her black fur rippling along her spine.

    “It was me.” Rosedawn muttered.
    “Did the canary catch you?” Quillwing burst out with a laugh. “Technically.” Applepaw purred.
    Songheart slapped the young she cat’s ear. “Stop it.” She growled.
    “We’re just having some fun.” Burdockclaw hissed.
    “If a kit died, that wouldn’t be fun; would it?” Leafsplash snapped.
    “Don’t be so defensive. Is Rosedawn a kit?” Nightglow frowned, her yellow eyes fiery.

    “What even is this conversation? You have something better to do, okay? Mark the borders.” Gorsewind slid out his claws in indignation, “Yarrowfang wouldn’t like it if you disobeyed his orders.”
    A grim look suddenly flooded the ShadowClan cats’ faces.
    “I’M deputy now.” Burdockclaw announced.
    “Yarrowfang died from a snake bite. I’m deputy now.” The ShadowClan tom curtly meowed.

    “May StarClan light his path.” Gorsewind briskly dipped his head, “Let’s go.”
    Padding away, Rosedawn still felt the ShadowClan patrols’ eyes bore into their pelts.

    Back at camp, the cream she cat dropped her catch onto the fresh kill pile. ‘I wonder where Snakeshadow is.’ She thought, walking around camp.
    “Rosedawn.” A purr rose behind her as Rosedawn turned around to see Snakeshadow.
    “Morning.” Rosedawn rubbed her nose against his muzzle.
    “How was patrol?” Snakeshadow grinned.
    “Good.” Rosedawn smiled.
    “Do you want to eat?”
    “Maybe a bit later. Are you coming to the Gathering tonight?”

    Snakeshadow nodded. “Yes.”
    “Good. I’ll eat in a bit. Maybe a rabbit?” Rosedawn meowed as she walked away. Slipping back into the forest, the warrior took a deep breath. Why did she feel something different about today?

  13. Blue Fire of Frenzied Soul / Hallowfire
    October 9, 2019 at 9:12 pm




    I wait.




    Again. The same thing.
    Why break the pattern?
    Three drips.
    Three drips.
    One drip.
    Nothing, until there are three drips again.




    There’s no logic to it.
    Not that drops of water are inherently logical.
    Is this torture? If so, it’s a rubbish tactic.




    I think I know where it’s coming from– here.
    I use a scrap of a rag to plug the hole.
    No more dripping.
    I watch as the rag slowly soaks in the drops.
    They haven’t given me water yet.
    Maybe I’m supposed to do this?
    Was this the first test?
    I’m not sure.
    I’m not sure about anything anymore.
    I thought I knew who I was.
    What I stood for.
    But now?
    I don’t know.

    It’s too quiet now, with the dripping gone.
    I can hear my own breathing.
    The cell is small.
    Ten feet by fifteen feet.
    A bed, a light, a bucket, and a door.
    The door’s locked.
    It’s always locked.
    Except when it isn’t.
    Then it’s ajar.
    A jar. Get it?


    . . .

    Who am I?
    That’s always been a struggle to figure out.
    Especially since I’m a shapeshifter.

    The rag has soaked up a lot of drips.
    Should I pull it out yet?

    Not yet.
    I’ll let it fill up a bit more.

    . . .

    Who am I?
    No, really.
    No one knows who my parents are.
    I came to the city as a cat.
    I took a human form when I had too.
    I joined the rebellion.
    The Empress is corrupt. She must be stopped.
    At least, that’s what I believed.
    But she told me things, when they found me.

    Things the rebels didn’t know.
    Things no one else knew.
    And now I’m here.
    In this cell.
    She said I’d have to prove myself to join her.
    I want to prove myself.
    I want to join her.
    She needs someone like me. To be her adviser, she said.
    To be her pet, they said.
    I don’t care either way.
    The rebellion is gone.
    She killed them all.
    They tried to kill her first.
    They were wrong to try.
    She loves her country.
    She’s doing what’s best for all of us.
    They couldn’t see that.
    They didn’t have all the facts.
    But now, I do.
    I know whose side I’m on.


    Who am I?
    A human? An animal? Something else?
    I feel ancient.
    I feel like a child.
    I have no memories before this city.
    I think I was a cat for too long.
    Maybe I’ll remember.
    For now, all I have is this form.
    The human form I chose.

    A name.
    My name?
    The name she gave me.


    . . .

    The rag is dripping.
    I pull it out. It’s full of water.
    I taste it.
    I suck water from the rag until my thirst is quenched.


    There’s no water left in the rag.


    Should I plug the hole again?



    The door opens.

    • Hawthorn that rides her broom in the night (Hawthornpaw/claw)
      October 9, 2019 at 10:21 pm

      Whoah. that was amazing!

      Fallen leaves and Thanksgiving

      • Blue Fire of Frenzied Soul / Hallowfire
        October 10, 2019 at 5:01 am

        Thanks Hawthorn!

    • Monkeyfur
      October 10, 2019 at 1:13 pm

      OOOOOOOOOOOO Bluefire, this is super suspense full and good!!!!

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