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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
Great chapter, Honeypaw! I love how you choose to write your fanfic about events that weren’t actually in the books, but in-between, or not shown, but just told without much more information!
Heatherstar’s First Apprentice
by Honeypaw
“Heatherdusk, your apprentice has gone out of control! She pounced on Fernstar in her den!” an elder growled. The pinkish gray warrior rolled her eyes. Cloverpaw is like a wild fire. She doesn’t know how to keep control. Heatherdusk had just gotten back from patrols. She had barely taken a step in before another complaint.
“Cloverpaw, you are in big trouble!” Heatherdusk yowled. She ran to the leader’s den. Cloverpaw’s tortoiseshell pelt was wiggling over Fernstar’s long dark gray pelt. The leader was trying to shake the apprentice off, but Cloverpaw clung to her like moss to a rock.
“Is this yours?!” Fernstar yowled. The pinkish gray she-cat felt hot embarrassment, but rushed to help pick the apprentice out. Heatherdusk grabbed Cloverpaw by the shoulders and dragged her out. Cloverpaw struggled to attack the leader again, but Heatherdusk dug her claws in.
“Ow! That hurts! This is abuse! I will talk to the leaders about getting you fired!” Cloverpaw screeched. Heatherdusk dragged Cloverpaw out of camp. She got disapproving glares from other warriors. Chiveclaw, the medicine cat, shook his head. Heatherdusk wished this apprentice would go away and never come back. She set Cloverpaw on the ground. The feisty tortoiseshell picked grass from being dragged out of her paws.
“I was just using those stealth moves you taught me! I am going to be the best moor-runner ever! Even better than mean Gorsefoot or snotty Dawnpaw!” Heatherdusk rolled her eyes again. She needed to teach Cloverpaw a lesson. Cloverpaw meowed on and on about how Dawnpaw had put some thistles into her nest. Anger built up in Heatherdusk. She finally burst!
“Listen, Cloverpaw! I have had enough! You are rude, hyperactive, and a total disgrace and humiliation to this Clan and to me. Do you understand?” Heatherdusk hissed. Cloverpaw was frozen. Her amber eyes were wide. Heatherdusk held a mean gaze. She had to be firm with this rabbit-brain! Cloverpaw didn’t move for several heartbearts. Heatherdusk relaxed and walked away.
“Wait! Do you hear that?”Cloverpaw whispered. Heatherdusk turned around and pricked her ears. A soft wail came from a long way away. The gorge! Heatherdusk and Cloverpaw took off together. Cloverpaw kept her orange muzzle shut the whole way. It was a miracle. After silently thanking StarClan, Heatherdusk saw a small brown kit floating in the water. It was Hawkkit!
“I’m coming, Hawkkit!” Cloverpaw yowled. She bunched her muscles ready to jump, but Heatherdusk got in her way.
“No! You will kill yourself if you jump from the top of the gorge! It’s okay. We can get to Hawkkit another way,” ordered Heatherdusk. The tortoiseshell shook her head.
“He will die if we go the long way. I will save this kit’s life if you won’t!” Cloverpaw hissed as she jumped into the gorge. The river flowing beneath roared as she disappeared in it. Heatherdusk held her breath. Would she drown? Cloverpaw’s head reappeared as she tried to maneuver the river to get the kit. Heatherdusk ran to a dip in the ground which would provide a safe dive into the water. Heatherdusk couldn’t swim, but it was possible that cats could die. Heatherdusk launched herself into the black water.
“HEATHERDUSK!!” Hawkkit screeched. Heatherdusk saw the kit dangling on a branch with Cloverpaw clinging to the end. The branch was so thin that if Cloverpaw held on any longer, it will snap. Heatherdusk began to make her way over, but she was too slow. She hoped Cloverpaw had a better idea.
“Listen, Hawkkit! I am going to let go. I will be fine whatever happens. Go to the bank and wait for Heatherdusk!” Cloverpaw meowed as she let go. The tortoiseshell disappeared in the waters. The current had gotten worse! Heatherdusk shrieked without words and tried to chase after Cloverpaw and Hawkkit. She reached Hawkkit waiting beside the bank. His pelt was slick with black water and his eyes were dull.
“Cloverpaw is going to die, isn’t she?” wailed Hawkkit. Heatherdusk shook her head, said everything will be okay, and tried to find her apprentice. The water didn’t provide anything within sight. Heatherdusk jumped out of the water. What if Cloverpaw did die? Heatherdusk shook the dark thought away and walked along the bank with Hawkkit behind.
“I think I see her!” Hawkkit squeaked. Heatherdusk jerked her head and saw a tortoiseshell lump of her loosely draped on a branch.
“No! Oh, StarClan!” Heatherdusk rasped as she plunged into the water and grabbed the tortoiseshell. The fur was cold and drenched. A sinking feeling filled Heatherdusk as she hauled Cloverpaw onto the bank.
“Cloverpaw, please speak! I am so sorry for everything. Please…..” Heatherdusk felt no hope. Cloverpaw didn’t move. The apprentice was limply laying on the bank with water rolling off of her pelt. Cloverpaw was with StarClan. Heatherdusk bowed her head. She had lost an apprentice. Guilt hollowed Heatherdusk. She didn’t kill her, but she felt that Cloverpaw’s death was her fault. The Clan would appreciate the peace, but they would miss her fiery presence. Her sister, Dawnpaw would definitely miss her, but not show it. Heatherdusk looked at the bright and sunny sky. Cloverpaw could do whatever trouble she wanted now.
About the Author:
Honeypaw got Into the Wild, Fire and Ice, and Forest of Secrets as a Christmas present from a relative. She was bored one day and decided to read Into the Wild. Then, Honeypaw delved more into the series. She loved it more and more. She wrote her first fan-fiction about five months after her first read. It was about Bluestar’s daughter, Mosskit in StarClan. She got her friends and family into it as time passed. Honeypaw has a cat of her own, Mickey who would probably be from SkyClan. Honeypaw still enjoys the series and makes more and more fan fiction to this day.
WONDERFUL! I wished you showed the clan’s reaction and Heatherdusk/star telling the story of how she died.
LOVE IT <3 You're fanfic's are amazing!
Awesome chapter and writing! I love how Cloverpaw sacrificed herself to save Hawkkit!
Awesome! 😀 It’s sad that the last thing she ever heard from Heatherdusk was how annoying and disgraceful she was 🙁
LOVE IT! 😀 It’s awesome!
LIFE IN BLOGCLAN!!!! *dun dun dun* Music in the backround helps 😛
Chapter 17
Syrupkit danced around and jumped on her buddy Oceankit. “AHH! Help! The badger is attacking me!” She laughed as she tried to buck Syrupkit off. “Whatever. Get some cobwebs it’s just a baby raccoon.” Mewed Greykit sourly. “Your no fun!” Yippped Oceankit clawing at Greykit’s nose. “Am too! And I want to be medicine cat. I’d make a better one then you!”Greykit growled to her sister. “I cane name half the hebs. But I want to be a fierce warrior like Owlwater!” Piped up Syrupkit bouncing around.
“Then name some.” Challenged Greykit.
“Fine. Lamb’s Ear, Iris, Chamomile,Alder Bark, Alfalfa, Blackberry Leaves, Catmint, Catch weed.” Syrupkit said amused to hear what Greykit had to say next.
“I can tell you what each do!” Greykit hissed. She unsheathed and sheathed her claws trying to remember what each did. “Lamb’s Ear is used to give a cat strength, Iris is used to stimulate breathing during the birthing process, it can also be used for us kit’s sore throats. Er, Everything but the petals is poisonous! Chamomile is used to calm cats and uh, Alder Bark is used for um, tooth aches! And Alfalfa is used to prevent tooth decay. Blackberry leaves help stings from bees! Catmint is used for greencough and whitecough, as well to relax a cat. and lastly Catch weed is used to hold treatments on a cat.” Greykit grinned as the others stared at her long statement.
“How do you know all that?!” Dapple Shell chirped bouncing around her sister happily. “Kat showed me. I told her that I wanted to be a medicine cat. She said i’d make a mighty fine warrior though. She even said I was a bit of a trouble maker going on adventures with Stormy Night and Dapple Shell! We look for herbs!” Greykit remarked.
“And play around!” Stormy Night butted in on the conversation. Greykit glared at him and shushed the amber-eyed tom.
“Guess you don’t want to ruin your perfect “reputation”” Syrupkit snickered. Greykit growled at the fluffy orange tabby, her green eyes blazing in fury. She stalked away tail high, not wanting to get in trouble for clawing Syrupkit’s eyes out.
Sunkit appeared from behind the old napping rock. “I heard the conversation.” He whispered. “And? We’re right right?!” Oceankit meowed. Sunkit shrank where he was standing. “Well, uh, maybe…..but, Greykit made a good a-” Sunkit started but then he saw the she-kits glaring at him with anger.
“MY BROTHER DOES NOT APPROVE OF US! LET’S SICK EM’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Syrupkit yapped loud enough for the whole clan to hear.
“I believe that will not be happening Syrupkit.” Maplepool purred in amusement coming from the queens side of the den. “It’s after dusk.” She added softly. The kits whined in sadness. Wavesplash appeared from the queens side of the den next. “Listen to Maplepool. It’s time for bed little ones.” She mewed in a more stern than Maplepool.
“What if a fox brakes in? Or badger steals us. Or a wolf eats us!” Cried a frightened Sunkit. .
“I’m sure that won’t happen. And we’ll save you. I promise.” Maplepool mewed softly to the small tom. Sunkit blinked his blue eyes. He nodded a little bit and scrambled after the other herd of kits pelting behind the leaf curtain. Wavesplash turned to Maplepool.
“Hard bunch huh?” She meowed, a little bit of tease in her eyes.
“Yeah. It’s Leafpaw and Squirrelpaw all over again. Or maybe Alderpaw and Sparkpaw” Maplepool purred, a small giggle escaped her. The queens padded behind the leaf curtain to see the kits waiting in the nests.
“We want a bedtime story!” Piped up Dapple Shell.
“No, We demand a bedtime story.” Corrected Syrupkit bouncing in the nest. Sunkit looked unsure. “What if it’s scary Syrupkit?” He stuttered. “It won’t be! I bet it will be about daddy fighting off badgers to protect mommy! Or a war with those mangy old YoutubeClan cats!” Syrupkit chirped. Sunkit looked horrified. He gulped.
“Can it be about rainbows destroying badgers?!” Asked Oceankit, excited with hope in her eyes.
“Maybe Lupinepaw can tell you a story—–She has some-”
“YEAH! YAY!” The kits all cheered together. Even Sunkit and Greykit cheered.
“I’ll go get her.” Purred Maplepool to the crown of cheerful and happy kits. She dissapeared from the behind the leaf curtain and out of the den.
“Lupinepaw!” She called to her apprentice. The black and silver she-cat appeared from the apprentices den.
“What do you need?” Lupinepaw chirped.
“The kits wanted you to tell you a bedtime story. If that’s okay.” Maplepool asked.
“Of course!” Lupinepaw purred, happy to do something for her mentor. She raced over to nursery very cheerful. “Who’s ready for a story?” She asked the kits. The kits all yowled with excitement, “YES!”
“Wonderful.” Purred Lupinepaw. “I’ll tell you a story about a kittypet named Rusty……” She meowed. The kits laid down and the queens curled up listening beside them to hear the story they were told as kits.
“Now Rusty, the kittypet, showed the clans anyone could be a clan cat if they wanted to be, because he was now Firestar. The end.” Lupinepaw finished the story and the kits were now fast asleep dreaming happily. Dapple Shell squirmed a bit in her nest a bit and Stormy Night sneezed in his sleep.
Lupinepaw bowed her head and smiled sleepily and yawned and padded out of the den.
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Syrupkit woke up to see Wavesplash and Maplepool chatting waiting for the kits to wake up. Oceankit quickly awoken and padded to Maplepool’s nest and excitedly hopped onto Syrupkit’s head.
“EEP!” Screeched Sunkit suprised to see Oceankit, causing the other kits to wake up.
“I’m Oceanstar! LEADER OF ONE-MOON-UNTIL-BEING-AN-APPRENTICECLAN!” Squealed Oceankit.
“Oh yeah! YAY!” Syrupkit danced around and Oceankit fell off of her head. The kits hopped around together cheerfully. “I hope I get a fun mentor!” Syrupkit meowed.
“Like Willowmist! Or Stormjay! Maybe even Hazelburrow!” Piped Dapple Shell.
“I personally want Kat and Winterbreeze. Maybe as an alternate Jayfrost or Goldenstreak.” Mewed Greykit putting one of her white-and-silver paws up.
“All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather around for a clan meeting!” Cakestar’s yowl sounded. The kits scrambled out of the nursery to see what was happening.
“Lupinepaw, Maplepool and Flowerstream have taught you well. From this day forward you will be known as Lupinetail. Stoatpaw, Emberfang has taught you well. From this day forward you will be known as Stoatbramble. StarClan honors you to now as full warriors of BlogClan.” Cakestar meowed to her clan. The she-cats bowed their heads and leaped down from the high-logs.
“I can’t wait until we get to be up there becoming apprentices!” Stormy Night mewed in awe of the thought of being up there.
“I know! IT’LL BE AWESOME!” Screeched Syrupkit, bursting with excitement. She hopped around excited and cheerful.
“All that energy will definitely get her somewhere” Owlwater appeared looking at his kits. Sunkit hopped onto Owlwater’s back.
“Can you play with us? You can be a hungry badger!” Sunkit mewed.
“Ah, okay. Grr! I want some yummy warriors!” Owlwater laughed. The kits squealed with delight and happiness. Syrupkit batted Owlwater’s nose with her paw. Then Dapple Shell hopped onto Owlwater’s back.
“We got you you now silly badger!” Oceankit squealed. Maplepool laughed at the kits jumping at her mate.
“The hungry badger was defeated because he was called by a jay to go hunting!” Owlwater meowed laughing.
“Aw,” The kits mewed but then raced to the nursery when Oceankit said last one there was crow-food.
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“All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather around for a clan meeting!” Cakestar shouted. She flicked her tail and all six kits bounded up to the high-logs. “Syrupkit, Sunkit, Oceankit, Greykit, Stormy Night, Dapple Shell have all reached six moons old and are ready to become apprentices. Syrupkit, until you earn your warrior name you will be known as Syruppaw. Brightwing! You are a loyal and smart warrior. You will pass these qualities to Syruppaw. Sunkit, until you reach your warrior name you will be known as Sunpaw. Foxfur! You are a quick thinking and excellent warrior. You will pass these qualities to Sunpaw. Oceankit, until you reach your warrior name you will be known as Oceanpaw. Goldenstreak! You are a wonderful and sweet warrior. You will pass these qualities to Oceanpaw.”
Cakestar paused to take a breath now that she was half way through the ceromony.
“Greykit, until you reach your warrior name you will be known as Greypaw. Hazelburrow! You are my son and a loyal warrior. You will be an excellent mentor to Greypaw. Stormy Night, your mentor will be Amberstorm! Amberstorm. You are a great fighter and very intelligent. You will pass these qualities to Stormy Night. Dapple Shell, your mentor will be Emberdawn! Emberdawn, you’re a wonderful she-cat and our clan is glad we have you. I hope you’ll make it so we are glad we have Dapple Shell too.” Cakestar mewed.
The new apprentices and mentors touched noses and leaped down from the high-logs.
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This chapter was fun and hard. It took a while but I’m glad how it turned out. 🙂
Yesss, the warrior ceremony and story telling 😀 Great chapter! Love the Squirrelpaw&Leafpaw thing!
Heheh….Thanks. I’m gonna do something sneaky with the Squirrel and Leaf thing >:D 😛 😀
I’m an alternate now? 😛 Great chapter <3
😛 Thanks Goldie <3 At least your a mentor now!
Yellowfang’s Secret: The Untold Chapter
Yellowfang padded out of the ThunderClan camp. Cinderpaw was in charge of supplies. Yellowfang needed a walk. She let the brambles brush her long fur. The birds’ tweets made her feel happy, which she didn’t experience often.
“Hi, Yellowfang!” Fireheart meowed from a tree-length away. Yellowfang looked at the ginger tom. He was his always cheerful self. Yellowfang nodded in acknowledgement. The ginger tom wandered over to her with an interested look.
“What are you doing?” Fireheart asked. Yellowfang wasn’t in the mood to hang out with “Mr. Perfect” at the moment. Yellowfang grabbed a random leaf she found next to her.
“This…uh leaf….is poisonous and can kill a leader in heartbeats! I am getting all of the dangerous leaves away,” Yellowfang lied. She hated lying to Fireheart, and she wasn’t even good at it. Fireheart seemed to buy it! He nodded intently. Was he that naive? No! Yellowfang couldn’t believe it. She dismissed him with a flick of her tail. Yellowfang put down the leaf and sprinted away.
Before she knew it, Yellowfang stood before the ShadowClan border. A bird flew above her head into the pine forest. She wondered how it had changed since Brokenstar had left. She had killed her own son, but it made no difference to the ShadowClan territory. Scars of Brokenstar’s leadership remained in the eerie dark territory. Yellowfang wondered if she could check if the Clan was okay. Old memories of her wandering her old Clan’s lands as an apprentice seemed to draw her back to her old home.
Yellowfang padded across the quiet and still Thunderpath. She placed her paws on the moist dirt. Yellowfang slipped into the territory. Old smells returned. She felt old strength and hope return. It was a beautiful experience. The scarred dark gray she-cat padded deeper into the familiar land. She didn’t feel alone. She felt a pelt brush past hers. She was afraid to encounter an enemy, she whipped around with her fangs bared and claws unsheathed. She found Raggedstar next to her. Her dead mate had returned.
“Oh, Yellowfang…….” He whispered.
“You have come back to me, have you?” Yellowfang meowed gruffly. Raggedstar’s starry spirit moved to stand in front of her. Yellowfang narrowed her eyes.
“Why are you here anyways? You belong to ThunderClan now!” hissed Raggedstar. Yellowfang glared at him. Would he let ShadowClan know that she was here? She lifted her hackles. Was the tom heartbroken that she left? Yellowfang calmed down and began to walk away.
“Our son exiled me. He is more your son though, you treated him like he would change lives. He did. He killed kits young, drove elders away, and caused chaos. I ended him for a reason. I came back to see if life changed. If ShadowClan changed more like it!” Yellowfang explained without looking at her former mate. Raggedstar stepped forward to rest one of his paws on her shoulder.
“Well, I should let you see for yourself. ShadowClan has certainly changed…….and so have you,” whispered Raggedstar as he faded away. Yellowfang whipped around to stare at his fading figure. She changed?! Did he mean it as a good or bad thing? Yellowfang shivered for a second. She thrust herself into the undergrowth. She ran to the camp. Yellowfang watched from outside camp. She remembered how to hide her scent in a patch of toadstools.
“Sickness. Submitting to rogues to get food. And a weak leader with only one life,” rasped Runningnose from the inside. Yellowfang’s jaw dropped. Oh no! ShadowClan had fallen to the ground. Yellowfang sneaked a look through the wall. So many sick cats! She stepped backwards in fear. She knew she belonged to ThunderClan now. The dark gray she-cat snapped a branch on the ground. Yellowfang ran away in fear.
Undergrowth whipped her face. Mud smothered her paws. Yellowfang burst to the side of the Thunderpath. A steady roar announced a monster coming. Yellowfang didn’t care. She dodged across the path narrowly missing a monster. Yellowfang trudged to camp tired and depressed.
“Yellowfang? Is that ShadowClan scent on you?” Cinderpaw asked when Yellowfang entered the den. Yellowfang didn’t respond and collapsed on her nest. She knew for sure she had found her home now. More than ever.
Great chapter! I like how there is a Raggedstar moment!
Wow, that’s awesome! 😀
EPIC! Hmm, I do wonder what Ragged meant……..
Idk.Weird.It’s been a while since I read YS.
Wow! I loved it! Yellowfang’s Secret is one of my favorite books!
Rules for Runaways
Chapter 3
The Twolegplace looks lively but reeks of death. Twolegs bustle about, completely content with the two cats weaving between their feet.
“What are you even planning to do?” Ivy grumbles as she dodges a Twoleg paw.
I shrug. “I live in the moment. But let’s hunt first.”
Ivy licks her lips. “I hope we can find mice.”
“Why?”
“Mice are my favorite prey. But I’m a terrible hunter, so I never catch them.”
I lead Ivy into a long, narrow alley. I find a spot, covered by a strange light brown material.
“Wait here,” I say, winking.
Ivy rolls her eyes. “Oh no. What is it now?”
“I’m going to catch you a mouse!” I exclaim with a big goofy grin on my face.
Ivy rushes forward. “I can catch my own mouse!” she snaps.
I gently push her back under the brown board. “I never said you couldn’t,” I explain. “I want to catch you a mouse because I want to.”
Ivy sits down with a huff. “Are you sure you can catch one?”
I laugh. “We ea- ate mice all the time in ThunderClan!”
Ate. Past tense. I am not part of ThunderClan anymore.
“Really?” says Ivy. “Mice are usually a delicacy where I’m from.”
“What did you eat?”
“Pigeons. Crows. Rats if we were starving. My sister was a great hunter. It was like she could hear prey from a mile away. She liked to catch mice for me.”
I shudder. “Life without mice is not a true life. Now stay here so I can hunt.”
“Alright. Be quick.”
I pad away. The mice are harder to find than I would expect. However, pigeons are everywhere. They crowd around Twolegs. They rest on top of Twoleg dens. They are rats with wings, swooping through the sky.
Eventually I find a mouse, scurrying around in the shadows. It is plump and covered in gray fuzz. It finds a crumb and nibbles on it. I see the chance and take it, leaping into the mouse and killing it with a single bite. I also catch one of the pigeons.
Twolegs crowd around me as I pad back to the alley. A small one with wispy blond fur on its head even tries chasing me, but a bigger one holds it back.
Great StarClan! Is hunting really that death-defying to Twolegs?
Ivy is still sitting taut, her eyes on guard when I return. I place the mouse at her paws eloquently.
“That was quick,” Ivy remarks. She digs into the mouse like she hasn’t eaten in weeks.
She looks up, and I realize I’m staring. “Not everyone can eat elegantly,” Ivy grumbles.
I laugh, and eat my pigeon just as messily.
Our enjoyment is short lived.
Two burly cats approach us. Two are toms, the other is a she-cat. Lush fur covers their plump bodies. They smell of sweat and sickness.
“Did you find that on our territory?” the tortoiseshell she-cat sneers, gesturing towards my pigeon.
Ivy stops eating, and she analyzes the strangers.
“Yes.” I respond. “Is that a problem?”
“You bet it is,” the grey tom sneers. “Nobody steals food from us.”
I groan. Petty food squabbles are supposed to stay within the clans!
“Look,” I say through gritted teeth. “We’re just going to eat, and then we will leave. Okay?”
“No,” the third tom, a brown tabby, says. “Don’t you know who we are?”
I glance at Ivy, because she seems to know everyone. Ivy shrugs.
“No,” she says nonchalantly. “Although you do remind me of the thousands of stupid rogues who think they run the world.”
The tabby looks ready to pummel Ivy, but the she-cat holds him back. The grey tom takes my pigeon and Ivy’s mouse.
“Fine,” the she-cat spits. “We’ll let you off easy. But don’t cross us again.”
The trio bounds off with our food.
I don’t care about the pigeon. I’m just upset they took Ivy’s mouse.
A scrawny cat crawls out from behind us. “They do that to us all the time,” he says in a frail voice. “They make us hunt for them but we can never eat or leave.”
An equally frail she-cat follows. “You two should get out of here, before it’s too late.”
Have they been watching us this whole time?
Ivy gets up. “Come on, Blossomfall. Let’s go.”
I shake my head. “We can’t just leave!” I say, flicking my tail towards the starving cats. “We need to help!”
“That’s ridiculous,” Ivy grumbles. “They aren’t our problem.”
“Well, we did come here to do something ridiculous.”
“We don’t need to endanger ourselves over two cats.”
“There’s more than just us,” the tom interjects. “We have an entire camp.”
“See! I’m going to help them Ivy, with or without you.”
Ivy glances at the strangers, and then back at me.
“Fine,” she relents, turning towards the starving cats. “Where did they go? And where is your camp?”
“If you exit the alley, turn right, and go behind the big white den, you’ll see our camp,” says the she-cat. “I can lead you to theirs. They have massive piles of prey, some are rotting.”
“We can go now!” I exclaim.
“We go by night,” Ivy corrects. “We’re less likely to be seen, and we can get more prey out.”
I close my eyes and nod. “Right. I’m Blossomfall, by the way. The smart one is Ivy.”
So much for aliases.
“I’m Bay,” says the tom. “And this is Azalea.”
“You can rest at our camp,” Azalea adds.
“That would be great, thank you,” I say, bowing my head respectfully.
We pad out of the alley and into their camp. It’s a haggard place, made of dens I could knock down with my paws. Dozens of scrawny cats move in and out of the camp with heavy eyelids.
“StarClan,” I whisper, horrified. Ivy tries hard to look unfazed.
“You’re right,” Ivy whispers. “We need to help them.”
Five kits storm towards us in a flurry of fluff. The attack Bay, causing him to smile.
“You’re back!” a calico squeals, pattering Bay’s ears. “You’rebackyou’rebackyou’reback!”
Bay chuckles. “I wasn’t gone that long.”
A russet she-kit climbs off of Bay’s back and approaches me and Ivy. “Who are you?” she asks.
“This is Ivy and Blossomfall,” says Azalea. “They’re going to help us get some prey.”
The hyper calico bounces over next to the russet. “Prey? Yay! CanIhelpcanIhelpcanIhelp?”
I expect Ivy to answer, but she is frozen, looking awkward. “No,” I say. “Only older cats.”
A crowd of big eyes and jutting bones has gathered around us.
When it seems the entire camp is listening, I begin. “Hello. I’m Blossomfall, and this is my friend Ivy.”
Ivy nods in acknowledgement.
“We were told that a group of jerks is forcing you to hunt for them while starving you at the same time,” I continue, getting a few grunts of anger from the crowd. “And I think that’s absolute fox-dung! So tonight, Ivy and I are going to steal their prey along with anyone who’s willing!”
I expect cheers of victory and hope. All I hear is dead silence. My cheeks burn. Bay and Azalea look ready to speak up, but one look over my shoulder and they go silent.
A wizened elder makes his way to the front of the crowd. His eyes are a blue that have seen generations, and his paws bend at unnatural angles.
“What do you want from us?” he asks with an accusing glare. His words hiss, as if he were a snake.
“We just want to help!” I say, trying hard not to snap.
“Help, help.” the elder mutters. “I’ve seen your types before. The runaways. You know which kind of cats run, don’t you?”
“Rain, please,” Bay interjects, but Rain doesn’t seem to hear her.
“Guilty cats,” Rain spits. “Only guilty cats run. What are you running from? Why would fugitives help us?”
“We aren’t guilty of anything,” Ivy says, dangerously quiet.
Rain throws his head back and laughs. “I’ve seen you here before, Ivy. I know exactly who you are underneath all of those expert guises. You are a liar.”
“Hey,” I say, stepping between them. “If you don’t want our help, we can leave.”
“No!” Azalea cries. “I’m going to have kits and I don’t want them to live like this. Please. You have to help us.”
“Right,” I say. “Surely you must be tired of living like this? Trusting a stranger might be hard, but it’s worth it. Let us help you. If not for yourself, then for someone else. For family. For the love of StarClan, do it for Azalea’s kits!”
“I’ll help!” a tom on the cusp of adulthood with a cracking voice shouts.
“As will I!” says an older she-cat.
“Count me in!”
“For the kits!”
Affirmations fill the air. The cats’ faces fill with smiles.
All except Rain.
He stalks over to me. “I wouldn’t trust Ivy if I were you,” he snarls, drawing in close so I can smell his rancid breath. “She does not speak the truth.”
“Don’t speak badly about Ivy,” I snap. “She’s going to help lead you out of starvation and all you can do is sit here and complain!”
Rain chuckles dryly. “Let her lies soothe you, then. But when the truth bites, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The cheers outnumber his scowl. Talks of invasion at nightfall. Final liberation.
Rain turns around and walks away.
It is only then I notice the grotesque scars covering his back.
Hype for the invasion! Love the chapter and writing!
Awesome! 😀 I think Rain might have been part of the group of meanies in the past and he has a grudge against Ivy. The calico kitten also reminds me a lot of my old cat 😛
*own cat.
(Took me so long to notice that typo XD )
This is amazing,Cyp.You’re like a poet,so….mystical.Can’t wait for the next chapter.
Wow! This is really, really good. I love it! You’re an awesome writer 🙂
Warriors Series 5.5: Echoes of the War
Novella 1: Sushi’s Society
Chapter Four
“Re-ee-owr!”
Screech tore away from the big white tom, snarling viciously. The tom was crouching, fangs bared and dripping with her blood. His night-black paws were stained with blood and fur. She backed away a step, snarling, before turning and fleeing from the ShadowClan deputy.
All around the hollow, battle was raging. The cats of BloodClan were locked in battle with the cats of the forest Clans. And BloodClan was winning.
The night Screech’s kits were born, a forest cat named Tigerstar had come to Twolegplace. Tigerstar had told Scourge that he needed BloodClan’s help to defeat his enemies in the forest, and he would give BloodClan a share of the forest in exchange for their help. Scourge had accepted, and had brought most of the Clan to the forest for the fight. But there had been no battle that day. Screech had stayed behind to look after the kits, so she didn’t know exactly what had happened. All she knew was that Tigerstar was dead, and in three days time, BloodClan was going to take the forest for their own.
Scourge had wanted every cat at the battle, so Screech had come along. She had managed to convince him to let her family stay behind to guard the kits. She would do whatever Scourge ordered, but she didn’t want her family to become killers for him, and none of them would have lasted long in the battle. When they had arrived, Scourge had offered to let the forest Clans leave peacefully, but the ginger forest tom had refused. That’s when battle had broken out.
Screech looked around the hollow, panting. She had fought and killed before, but she had never fought in a battle of this scale. Everywhere she looked, cats were screeching and whirling, blood and fur in the air. Some cats were lying ominously still in the grass while others wailed in agony. She could see a few forest cats lying dead or dying, and one of the other guards, Hemlock, was lying twisted on the forest floor with blood spilling from a gash in his throat. She didn’t have to look closer to know that he was dead. For the first time in seasons, Screech felt real fear for her life. Terrorizing the cats of Twolegplace for five seasons could never have prepared her for a life-and-death battle like this.
A furious yowl distracted Screech. She turned, noticing a fluffy white tom hurtling himself at Scourge. “You killed Firestar!” The warrior attacked Scourge with a furious energy, but the tiny tom slipped easily to the side, bringing down his vicious claws on the white tom’s shoulder. Screech looked away, not wanting to witness the white tom’s death; she knew any attack against Scourge was suicide.
When she looked away, she noticed a lump of ginger fur stretched out on the grass. A tom was lying motionless, his flame-colored fur torn and bloody as his green eyes stared sightlessly at the sky. For a moment, he looked so similar to Sunny that Screech’s breath caught in fear. But the moment passed, and she recognized him as ginger forest leader who had talked to Scourge before the battle. She took a moment to close her eyes, her legs trembling beneath her. So much death, and all because of Scourge.
The moment passed, and Screech threw herself back into the battle. She was biting down on the leg of a dusky brown she-cat when a nearby yowl drew her attention. “Scourge! Turn and face me!” Screech looked up, only to freeze in shock, even when the brown she-cat bit down hard on her foreleg.
The ginger leader was alive, bristling with a fury and energy that made Screech stiffen in fear. Scourge had turned around, facing the ginger tom in shock. “How… I killed you.”
“You did,” the ginger tom spat, green eyes blazing with rage. “But I am a leader with nine lives who fights alongside StarClan. Can you say as much?”
Screech was stunned. Nine lives? She had thought that was just an old rogue’s tale. Even Scourge looked unnerved, fear flickering in his cold gaze for the first time Screech could remember. But the fear passed, and as Scourge turned back to the white tom, the ginger leader leaped at Scourge with claws outstretched.
With a snarl, Screech swatted the small brown she-cat away, ready to leap in and defend her leader. But before she could, a black tom slammed into her, sending her tumbling across the clearing. She landed hard on one shoulder, looking up to see amber eyes glaring hatred down at her. Screech snarled, kicking out hard at the tom’s belly. He was unbalanced enough for her to wriggle free and turn on him, snarling.
The two cats tumbled together, locking in a screeching whirl of claws and fangs. Screech managed to get a grip on his pelt. She bit down hard, rage taking over as the tom screamed. Without warning, he went limp in her jaws. Screech let him drop to the forest floor, staring at him in shock. The tom was stretched out on the grass, his amber eyes glassy and his throat caked in blood. He was dead.
Screech gazed at the body, panting heavily. She hadn’t meant to kill him. But mistake or not, she had gone into this battle to fight for BloodClan like Scourge had ordered, and she had known that this might happen. Her gut twisted with guilt, but she was able to push it back now, after seasons of practice, so she could carry out her orders.
As Screech looked over the tom’s body, she noticed one of his front paws was twisted. She blinked – had she done that? But after a moment she realized it was an old wound. Screech felt a flicker of surprise; the tom had fought well for a crippled cat.
After staring at the black tom’s body for a moment, Screech turned away, only freeze in shock at the sight that greeted her. The ginger leader was standing over a small black body, jaws dripping with blood. As Screech stared, the sounds of the battle seemed to fade, leaving a deathly silence. All Screech could focus on was the tiny black body in the grass.
Her paws were frozen to the ground, but she didn’t have to go closer to recognize the body of Scourge. His features were still frozen in a last snarl of hatred, his icy gaze glassy. Screech stared at his body, every hair on her pelt bristling in shock. As she stared into those dull, icy eyes, which had always held such icy hatred, the truth finally hit her. Scourge was dead.
A burst of relief came over her, making her legs weak. I’m finally free.
Screech finally started to come out of her haze, blinking slowly as the sounds of battle began to filter back through. As she looked away from the body, a new thought occurred to her. My kits, she realized, fear making her bristle. They’re in danger!
She didn’t waste a moment. Screech whirled away, taking off through the fighting cats. She left the battle and the hollow far behind her as she hurtled towards Twolegplace as fast as her paws could carry her. The screeches and wails of the fighting cats faded away as she pelted through the forest, tearing up grass with her claws as she ran. As she passed beyond Clan territory and reached the edges of Twolegplace, her heart pounded against her chest, her thoughts tripping over themselves in fear. What if I’m too late? She had to reach her kits before the other BloodClan cats fled from the battle. If they reached Twolegplace first and told the others that Scourge was dead before she could, they were doomed.
Finally, she was in Twolegplace again. Though her mind screamed at her to hurry, she knew she had to be careful. Screech kept low, scurrying between the alley and roads when she was sure no one was looking. Twolegplace was eerily empty of cats that day; almost every cat in BloodClan, whether trained guard or regular member, had been brought into the forest for the battle. Still, Screech was cautious, keeping out a wary eye for Scourge’s guards until she finally reached the den.
The abandoned building that held her family looked deserted from the outside. The only cat in sight was Gash, one of the oldest guards. The skinny gray tom was hunched in front of the entrance, his tail lashing. Screech stayed out of sight and watched the old tom. Though she was itching to get in to see her family, she didn’t want to be seen.
Gash seemed irritated, grumbling too low for Screech to hear, and lashing his tail. She remembered that he had been annoyed when Scourge ordered him to stay behind and look after Screech’s family. Holding her breath, she watched as he rose unsteadily to his paws, padding away from the entrance on stiff joints. He was muttering something Screech couldn’t hear, though she thought she heard something about catching a rat, no matter what Scourge thought. She waited until he was far enough from the entrance, then tore away from her hiding place, streaking across the pavement as silently as she could manage, until she was inside the den.
“You’re back!” Screech was instantly swarmed by three balls of fluff, their bright eyes gleaming with excitement as they bounded around her paws. Sunny, Snuggle, and Shy rubbed against her legs as the rest of Screech’s family approached more slowly. Screech knew there wasn’t time, but she couldn’t help but take a moment to crouch and curl her tail around her kits, relieved they were okay.
“Screech, you’re shaking,” Catflap mewed in alarm. Screech looked up her at her father, seeing the concern in his eyes, and how Bellchime stiffened beside him at her mate’s words. “What’s wrong?”
Wrapper added, “Is the battle over already? Where are the other guards?” Scraps stood beside Wrapper, looking at their sister in surprise.
Screech rose to her paws, gently shaking off the kits. “Listen, there isn’t a lot of time to explain,” she began in a low voice. Even as she spoke, she kept a wary ear out, ready at any moment for Gash to come back and realize she was there. “We’re not safe here. We’re leaving Twolegplace, right now.”
Her words got pretty much the reaction she had been expecting. The four cats in front of her were bristling in shock, throwing questions at her from all directions, until she had to flatten her ears against her head to drown them out.
“What are you talking about?”
“Leaving? Why would we leave?”
“It’s not safe!”
“What if they catch us?”
“We’ll be killed!”
Screech flattened her ears, painfully aware of how little time they had before the rest of BloodClan arrived. “Be quiet!” she hissed, earning immediate, surprised silence from her family. She drew herself up to her full height, letting her size and raised hackles command silence. There wasn’t time to be nice about this. “Listen to me. There’s no time to explain. We have to go, and we have to go now, before it’s too late. Just keep close to me, do as I say, and don’t make a sound.”
Catflap blinked, looking shocked, while Scraps and Wrapper shared a stunned glance. Only Bellchime appeared calm, though Screech could see the fearful bristling of her pelt. The small silver tabby took a step forward, pressing her muzzle against her daughter’s cheek. “We trust you, Screech,” Bellchime murmured to her daughter. Screech longed to take comfort in her mother’s soft embrace, but she knew there wasn’t time. “We’ll do what you say.”
“Thank you,” Screech murmured.
While the adult cats got ready to leave, the kits looked up at Screech with wide eyes. “Are we really leave Twolegplace?” Sunny asked curiously. The ginger she-cat seemed hardly bigger than a mouse as she stared up at her mother, her ice-blue eyes staring at her from a face of kitten-soft fluff. But the confident gleam in her eyes contrasted with her tiny appearance.
Screech spared a moment to draw her tongue over Sunny’s back, giving a strangled purr. “Yes, little one.” She swept her gaze across the three of her kits, urgency in her mew. “Listen to me. This is very serious. I need you to be really, really quiet. Not a peep until we reach the trees – if you make a sound, we’ll be caught, and we’ll be in big trouble. Understood?”
Three pairs of eyes blinked up at her, wide and innocent. Shy looked scared, his golden eyes wide as he shuffled close to Screech’s leg. Snuggle looked at his mother in concern, before approaching his brother and pressing his head against Shy’s cheek, giving a comforting purr. But Sunny kept staring at her mother. There wasn’t fear in her eyes, only a bright curiosity, a gleam of excitement. The she-cat had her father’s courage, that was for sure. Screech only hoped she didn’t have his cruelty.
Assured of the kits’ silence, Screech turned once more to her family. She turned first to Catflap, murmuring, “Keep Bellchime close to you.” After he nodded, she glanced next at Scraps and Wrapper. “Keep the kits quiet.” They nodded quietly.
Screech turned away, slinking to the den’s entrance. Cautiously, she peered out of the entrance, poking her muzzle out enough to let her see. To her relief, Gash wasn’t back yet. Screech flicked her tail in command and heard her family move in behind her. When she was sure no one was watching, she bounded out of the den and across the street, followed quickly by her family.
The silence was deafening as Screech led her family through the streets of Twolegplace. Any moment, she expected the cats of BloodClan to come flooding into the streets and take her kits away from her. But all was quiet. It couldn’t be long until they returned, though, and Screech knew they had to leave before they arrived.
They had almost reached the main entrance when the sound of wailing alerted Screech. She gave a sharp hiss of warning, ducking into an alley as her family followed. Catflap led Bellchime into the alley, while Scraps shoved the slow-moving Wrapper in ahead of him, the kits hurrying in after their mother. When she was sure her kin was well-hidden, Screech peered warily around the corner.
Her blood froze when she saw the mass of cats spilling into the streets, wailing and crying their fear. Their pelts were covered in the marks of battle, and their eyes were wide with terror. Screech could hardly believe this was the confident fighting force that Scourge had led into battle just that morning.
She stiffened as some of the cats passed right by the alley they hid inside, but the defeated cats were too worked-up to notice her and her family. Every cat held their breath as the BloodClan cats passed them, and Screech didn’t let herself relax until they had passed entirely. She stared after them, waiting until they had disappeared from sight, before emerging from the alley. “Come on,” she murmured to her family. As they started off, she pushed them to a run, faster and faster, as fast as her sister’s limp and her father’s stiff joints would allow.
The sense of fear that had hit her since Scourge’s death didn’t fade until they passed out of Twolegplace entirely. They retreated far into the forest, Screech pushing her family until they couldn’t go any farther. They collapsed on the grass, panting, while Screech looked around warily. Once she was sure no one had followed them, she finally let herself relax, more than she had in moons. She’d done it. They were safe.
The kits were leaning against her legs at first as they caught their breath, but once they recovered, they began to notice the forest. Sunny trotted immediately towards the trees, eyes bright and tail held high with curiosity, with Snuggle following cautiously after. Shy stayed by his mother’s legs, peering silently towards the trees. “Stay close,” Screech called after the other kits. As her kits mewed their agreement, the adult cats seemed to have finally recovered.
“What in the world was that about?” Wrapper finally managed. Catflap and Bellchime were leaning against each other, still winded, while Scraps was padding after Sunny and Snuggle, looking warily back at Screech and Wrapper. The dark tabby she-cat had got her breath back, and had limped over towards Screech, looking at her sister with wide eyes. “Why did we run? What’s going on?”
Before Screech could answer, Catflap looked up at his daughter, concern in his gaze. “Did something happen at the battle, Screech?” he asked quietly.
Screech looked at her family, feeling a pang of sympathy. She had showed up wild-eyed, barking orders at them to run from the only home they’d ever known, and she hadn’t given them any explanation. But she knew it was all worth it, with the news she could finally give them. Screech nudged Shy with her muzzle, mewing, “Go play with your littermates, little one.” He looked at her for a moment, his golden gaze unreadable, before padding off after Snuggle and Sunny. Once she was sure he was out of hearing range, she turned back to her family. She told them in a low voice, “Scourge is dead.”
Four faces stared back at her in shock. Bellchime and Catflap had stiffened, Scraps looking almost confused, while Wrapper’s eyes shined with a sudden joy. “He’s dead?” she repeated, as if she couldn’t believe it.
“How?” Scraps asked, looking stunned. “I didn’t think anything could kill him.”
Screech’s mind flashed back to the battlefield, and the tiny tom’s body stretched out on the grass. “It was the ginger forest leader,” she murmured. “Scourge had killed him… but he came back, somehow. He killed Scourge.”
“He came back to life?” Scraps repeated, gaping at his sister.
Wrapper shook her head. “That’s not possible,” she mewed firmly. “You must have imagined it. Maybe the ginger cat was just badly hurt – he couldn’t have been dead.”
Screech flattened her ears. “I know what I saw,” she growled. And I know what I heard, she added silently, remembering the tom’s words. “I am a leader with nine lives who fights alongside StarClan.” But she knew her family wouldn’t be convinced, so she left it alone. “Either way, he killed Scourge. I saw his body, and Bone’s. They’re both dead.”
Slowly, the truth seemed to dawn on her family. Bellchime slumped against Catflap, relief gleaming in her blind eyes, while Catflap groomed between her ears with a deep purr. Scraps still looked stunned, but Wrapper looked happier than Screech could remember seeing her in a long time. “So it’s finally over,” she murmured, sounding like she could hardly believe it. She looked up at Screech, suddenly looking confused. “Wait. If he’s dead, why did we leave Twolegplace?”
“It was finally safe to leave, now that he won’t come after us,” she explained.
“Sure, but Scourge was the whole reason that Twolegplace was dangerous in the first place,” Wrapper reasoned. “With him dead, why didn’t we just stay and take our home back?”
Catflap added, “Your kits are Scourge’s heirs. With him gone, you can claim leadership in their place until they’re old enough. Maybe we could finally bring some peace to the cats of Twolegplace.”
Screech flattened her ears against her head impatiently. “Yes, my kits are Scourge’s heirs,” she said. “That’s the whole reason we left. It’s not safe for them there.”
“But they could lead BloodClan now,” Wrapper argued, starting to sound angry. “We could make Twolegplace better!”
“Don’t be fluff-brained,” Screech hissed. “My kits are next in line to rule BloodClan. Three kits who are barely two moons old are the only thing standing between any greedy cat and the leadership of BloodClan.” That made Wrapper pause. Screech took a step towards her sister, growling, “How long do you think it would take one of the other guards to kill my kits to take the leadership of BloodClan?”
Wrapper looked away, hackles bristling uncomfortably. “We could protect them,” she protested.
From where she sat beside Catflap, Bellchime shook her head. “It’s too risky,” she murmured softly. “We can’t watch the kits every moment. They’re too young, it’s too much of a risk.”
“She’s right, Wrapper,” Scraps mewed. He had finally shepherded the kits back to the others. From the curious expressions they wore, Screech didn’t think they’d heard about their father’s death. She wondered how she would explain that to them – Scourge hadn’t exactly been the most loving father, but they seemed fond of him. “We have to take the kits somewhere safe.
“Where is safe?” Catflap asked, gaze dark. “If we go back to Twolegplace, BloodClan will try to hurt them. But here in the forest, the Clans probably aren’t much better.”
Screech took a moment to think. She knew that they weren’t safe in the forest. The Clans would probably see any BloodClan cats as a threat and try to chase them away. Besides that, she knew they wouldn’t be able to support themselves. Catflap’s joints were far too stiff to let him hunt well anymore, Bellchime and Wrapper couldn’t hunt, and while Scraps could hunt, he wasn’t very efficient. Screech knew that the two of them would never be able to support three adult cats and three hungry kits on their own. It was the same problem she had faced four leafbares ago in Twolegplace, but now there was nothing to fall back on.
Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. “When Scourge sent some guards to survey the land Tigerstar promised us, they said there was a barn or something on the moorland,” she mewed slowly. “I remember Tooth said there was a lot of preyscent coming from there, and the cat-scent was faint.”
The cats around Screech started nodding slowly. “I knew a barn cat once,” Bellchime murmured. “She said that there used to be mice everywhere she turned. That would be a perfect place to raise the kits.”
Screech looked around at her family, seeing them relax with a plan in place. For a moment, she felt a wave of fear come over her. Scourge was gone, and she was finally free from Twolegplace. But the horrible deeds she had committed there would follow her forever. Victim after victim in the streets of BloodClan, and the black tom in the forest. Even now that they had escaped BloodClan, would Screech ever be able to escape who she’d been and what she’d done?
After a moment, she shook her head fiercely. She couldn’t dwell on those thoughts, not now. Her family needed her. Screech lifted her chin, pushing her fears aside as she growled, “Good. Then let’s get going.”
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Well, sorry this took two weeks to finish, but it’s an extra-long one, so I hope that makes up for it. ^^ Particularly since the last few chapters have been kinda short. This one nearly makes it to four thousand words. 😛
Sorry for my lack of updates the last two weeks. During those weeks, I’ve been working on a remote internship with a company overseas. It was amazing and a great experience. 😀 It also kept me rather busy, which is why I haven’t uploaded much in two weeks. But now my internship is over, and updating can resume as normal – as normal as it ever is, anyway.
Anywhoo, Scourge and Bone are dead, and now Screech has escaped with her kits into the forest. And they’re on their way to a barn on the moorland… hmm, I wonder what barn that could possibly be? ^^
And yes, for those wondering, the black tom that Screech killed was Deadfoot. I’m not sure why, but I really like the idea that Screech was the cat that killed Deadfoot. It gives her a greater culpability in the suffering of the Clans, I guess, it shows that she really will kill for BloodClan even though she knows it isn’t right, and it’s nice to know who killed Deadfoot. 😛 And yes, I know he showed up still alive in the Ravenpaw graphic novels that take place after the BloodClan battle. But Firestar’s Quest takes place before the Ravenpaw graphic novels, and Deadfoot was already dead by then, so I’m going to say FQ is more accurate and that Deadfoot died in the BloodClan battle, which has always been my headcanon anyway.
Of course, the deputy she fought at the start was Blackfoot, and the small dusky brown she-cat was Mousefur. And the fluffy white tom was Cloudtail, of course – I was surprised upon rereading TDH to see that he was fighting Scourge after Firestar died, and it made me kind of happy to realize that he must have attacked Scourge to avenge Firestar when he saw Firestar was dead, even though he must have known how deadly Scourge could be – that he loved Firestar that much.
Awesome! 😀 Is Screech going to change her name back to Sushi since she’s no longer in BloodClan?
Maybe. ^^ And thanks. 😀
WONDERFUL FLUFFY BABY WONDERFUL!
Huh? XD
😛
Yas! I figured the cats correctly! Anyway, awesome chapter and writing! I’m wondering about Barley and Ravenpaw at the barn when the cats go there!
Yup. ^^ Thanks. 😀 And yeah, should be interesting. ^^
The only ones I was able to figure out was Cloudtail and Deadfoot XD
So this is only like the second time I’ve ever been on this page, so I haven’t read anything before this. It still makes total sense though, even not knowing anything about Screech’s life before this chapter. I also have a question. I have a fanfic I am debating posting the first chapter of here. So do I just put it as a comment and hope someone reads it?
The rest is on my deviantArt account, along with some other accounts online, if you wanna read it. ^^ And thanks. 😀
And yeah, you just post it as a comment. 🙂
Oh my jeez, all the fan fiction is almost how like Erin Hunter writes. Keep writing; cause the stories motivate for me to write when I don’t feel like it! ☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺
Brightwing’s Story
Super Edition
Chapter 7
Brightpaw stretched her glossy white paws into the morning sunlight, fresh from a morning wash. Although her mentor, Thornheart, had promised that they were going out hunting again today, she knew that Lightningflash, the Clan deputy had also asked him to go on Dawn Patrol, so he wouldn’t be back yet.
Reflectively, she noted on how it had been three moons since her first gathering, the gathering where WindClan threatened to fight ThunderClan for part of their territory, because of the loss of prey since a hard leaf-bare. So far, only petty border skirmishes between the two Clans revealed the tension, but Brownpaw, her brother, told her and Snowpaw, her other brother, that he heard Gladethistle discreetly mentioning to Lightningflash that he suspected that there was more patrols than usual on WindClan’s side of the border. The deputy hadn’t told this to the Clan, but Beechstar had made sure ThunderClan knew to be wary from lack of action on their behalf, which may have been a sign that he knew.
The last gathering had been three nights ago, and Brightpaw remembered her friend from RiverClan, Minnowpaw. She was somehow looking much more like a warrior of RiverClan than a scatterbrained apprentice she was the last time she’d seen her. Minnowpaw also had gained a sleek look shared by all the RiverClan cats – probably from all the swimming they did, Brightpaw jokingly thought – and her grey beauty attracted a few stares from many toms across all the Clans. But if Minnowpaw noticed their hungry looks, she ignored them, and spent her time catching up on news with Brightpaw, which she was grateful of. She also met Minnowpaw’s sister; Mosspaw, a green eyed cat who also resembled Minnowpaw’s silver fur, but who was much bigger, and Brightpaw noticed had hard muscle beneath her quickly ebbing away, kit-fluff.
Self-consciously, Brightpaw shyly wondered if Minnowpaw had noticed any difference in her. Her paws seemed to have grown out of proportion to the rest of her body, and although her brothers and Oakleaf, her father, thought it somewhat a joke, Thornheart and her mother, Flameleaf, encouraged her to believe big paws meant better hunting skills.
She certainly was becoming a good hunter, and she was frequently going out with her mentor on a hunting expedition, as the ThunderClan knew they could rely on her to bring back prey. Yesterday, however, she and her littermates had learnt about the different herbs for treating wounds, and had stayed at camp. While Brownpaw and Snowpaw had listened with wide-eyed curiosity, Brightpaw made sure the medicine cat, Nightwhisker know she was terribly bored, and would have prefer to be doing something else. Even if she didn’t. For when she and her brothers were just kits, Aspenkit, their littermate died of greencough, and Nightwhisker had, in Brightpaw opinion, just let him die. What was the point in being in a medicine cat if he couldn’t heal? From then on, Brightpaw held a grudge about him, and wouldn’t trust him for all of StarClan.
Just then, the Dawn Patrol came back: Lightningflash, Rosepetal, Flameleaf, Thornheart and Raveneye.
“Any trouble?” Beechstar instantly called out, as he hurriedly emerged from his den. Though his tone was light, Brightpaw noticed his brow was furrowed with anxiety and his gaze widened when he caught sight of Raveneye; the fluffy black warrior was covered in scratches.
“None at all, though Raveneye decided to behave like a kit and chased a falling sycamore seed – into a bramble bush! Honestly, I thought warriors these days knew more than to do that!” His deputy answered to him.
Beechstar relaxed, and his worried frown was replaced by an amused twinkle in his amber eyes.
Lightningflash looked worried (Brightpaw wondered why) and Rosepetal looked just disapproving, but Thornheart and her mother also seemed amused by the embarrassed young warrior’s actions. Brightpaw felt a stab of pity for Raveneye; after all, it was something she might do, and if she were a warrior, it would just make things look worse.
“What’s this about my old apprentice?” Oakleaf inquired, as he removed his tabby self out of the warriors den.
While his mate, Flameleaf explained what happened, Brightpaw bounded forward to greet her mentor.
“Hi, Thornheart! Can we go out hunting now? I’ve been up waiting for ages and already had freshkill. Brownpaw and I practised our hunter’s crouch yesterday. Is he coming?”
“No, it’ll just be us today, I’m afraid. Shimmerfrost is taking him out to practise fighting in a bit, and as for Snowpaw, I believe he’s going on a border patrol later in the day.”
“Oh, right. But can we go out now?”
Thornheart chuckled merrily.
“Well, you might have eaten, but I haven’t. Why don’t you wake Brownpaw up, while I eat this mouse?”
Understanding his offer as an order, Brightpaw dashed across the clearing into the apprentice den. Taking care not to wake Snowpaw, she gently shook Brownpaw until he awoke.
“Mmmm… Whatsamatter?”
“C’mon, Thornheart told me to wake you up because you’re doing fighting practise with Shimmerfrost.”
“With Shimmerfrost?” The small brown apprentice echoed, sitting bolt up right.
“That’s great! I haven’t trained with just her for, moons, probably!”
“What do you mean? She’s your mentor! You must have trained with her!” Brightpaw protested as the two of them made their way out of the den.
“Well, yes, but she’s either too tired in the day (I bet she’s been out every night with Gladethistle) or we go on a patrol with others, or I’m with someone else, like when the other day, when I trained with Beetleleg. She’s quite nice, but she isn’t my mentor. Or, I just have to stay here.”
The little tom looked so dejected that Brightpaw felt sorry for him and nuzzled his flank affectionately.
“I’m sure if Shimmerfrost is being that irresponsible, you should tell Beechstar about it. He wouldn’t want any of his warrior’s being like this, and any of his apprentices being undertrained. I’m sure you can do something. She is his daughter, after all.”
“Hmm..” Brownpaw replied thickly, his mouth full of a mouthful of furry vole, “I bon’t want to bet her into trouple, and besibes, I doup she even knowth what she’s boing.”
Sighing at her brother’s hopeless case, Brightpaw turned to look for her mentor, and spotted a rather sheepish looking Raveneye come out from the medicine cat den, her scratches covered in cobwebs. As she passed the nursery, two little heads peeped out; one blue-grey and one just grey. The two kits; Bluekit and Stormkit had been born two moons ago to Silverstripe and Pebblenose. Their sister, Morningkit should have also been there, Brightpaw thought, and wondered for a fleeting second where she was, when Thornheart appeared behind her.
“Hello there, nosy! It’s time to go out now, but we’re not going to do hunting on the ground today.”
Brightpaw frowned, picturing the two of them flying about in the sky, and hunting like StarClan warriors, when common sense took over.
“Oh! You mean we’re going to hunt in trees?” Excitement gripped her at the thought of climbing one of the majestic oaks and leaping about, catching squirrels and birds at every other branch.
But then she recalled her previous climbing session and of how hard it was to climb the really big, tall ones, with no branches lower down, especially as she still had had a nightmare in mind about being stuck up one while the ground disappeared, from a few nights ago. At least she finally got it just before they headed back to camp, and Thornheart was impressed at how the fruitless lesson had turned to fruitful in a few minutes. But, she had spent too long panicking and scrabbling desperately to do any more that day, and went back to camp rather annoyed at herself.
Now she could have a go again! But doing hunting too! Even better!
As the two cats trudged through the shady forest, it was clear that Green-leaf was on the way. Under bushes and trees lay patches of marshy mud, and even the glades where the sun normally shone, only held a weak warmth that Brightpaw, with shivering disgust barely could see the difference between the glades and the shade.
“Eew! Yuck!” Brightpaw complained, after being caught out by one of the deeper mud patches, “it’s like being on ShadowClan territory!”
Thornheart snorted.
“You’ve never, or I certainly hope that you haven’t, even been is ShadowClan territory. I expect that their territory is like this all year round.”
“Oh, right. But, Thornheart?” Brightpaw paused as she hurried to catch up her fast-paced mentor.
“What is mud made of?”
“Well, sometimes wet earth can create a temporary marshy feel and look, but permanent ‘mud’, as it were, is from rotting leaves.”
Brightpaw marvelled this for a second, before she spotted the tree climbing training place was in sight.
“Ooooh, look! That’s where we’re going, isn’t it?”
“Right you are. We chose this place for specific tree climbing because of it’s helpful variation of tree types and sizes. For example, that is a young Oak, this is a large Beech tree, here is a very old Conker tree…one strike of lightning could get this one down in a heartbeat.”
Brightpaw shivered slightly at the thought of the majestic Conker falling on her small, tabby head, and then turned admirably to her mentor.
“How do you know all this stuff?”
Thornheart let out a mrrow of amusement at his apprentice’s wonder.
“Well, for a start I guess I’ve just lived longer, and your mother was a great mentor. Now, let’s get on with this climbing, then. I’d like you to climb this nice Hawthorn, please.”
Brightpaw gulped inwardly when she saw the giant tree that towered far above her eye view. Determined to impress Thornheart, she remembered his advice about having a run up (as if there really was something dangerous in the area, they would have a run up anyway) and darted up the tree.
She managed to climb up about a fox-leap when she realised she didn’t have any momentum to climb higher. Bother. She would have to go down and climb up again, this time with a longer run up. But suddenly, the prospect of coming down didn’t seem half so appealing as it had a heartbeat ago. She knew that clinging stupidly on this tree, not even half-way up, would be foolish, and could almost imagine Thornheart laughing at her. She vaguely heard him calling, but couldn’t comprehend the words, and she started imagining snapping dogs lying just below the tree.
All thoughts of Thornheart’s mirth vanished, and, because of her claws trembling with fear, they couldn’t hold a grip, and she went slithering ungracefully down. Yowling for help, she desperately thrashed her helpless paws about her, and eventually fell right down, into the jaws of the blood-thirsty dogs.
“Brightpaw? Brightpaw, come on, you weren’t hurt at all. Stop messing about. We’ve got a hunting session to do, in case you’ve forgotten.”
Brightpaw blinked.
“Thank StarClan! I thought we were both in StarClan, then. I completely forgot those dogs were just my imagining!”
Sighing, Thornheart continued his lesson. Her second try was much more successful, and Thornheart soon got her climbing all the trees. It came easier, suddenly, when she didn’t stress about it. Brightpaw enjoyed leaping across the branches of the trees, as it came so naturally to her, that Thornheart was surprised she had never done it before. Even though he compared her to a excited squirrel kit, she knew he was proud underneath.
Finally, she got on to hunting in the trees, birds first. After picking up a technique of creeping around the other side of the tree than the prey, so they didn’t see her, that her mentor hadn’t heard about at all. ‘I must have just made it up’ Brightpaw concluded, happily. Then Thornheart asked for her to try at a squirrel. Although she knew that prey was becoming scarcer as the cold weather sneaking in, her sharp nose scented one not too far away, and within heartbeats, she was lined up, on the opposite side of the tree next to the one the unassuming squirrel sat, looking around.
Just then, a Border Patrol turned up. Luckily, they weren’t too loud, and in the corner of her eye, she spotted Lightningflash, Snowpaw, Beetleleg and Rosepetal. Crouching down, she narrowed her eyes onto the prey, and leapt. The air rushed around her tabby fur and the movement came so smoothly, so easily, that it felt she had been doing it always. The squirrel was caught effortlessly, and her fur felt hot as she was smothered in praise from below. Even Rosepetal looked reluctantly impressed, and murmured something to Thornheart, who had stayed on the ground in order not to alarm the squirrel by two cat scents. Beetleleg agreed to climb in trees for the rest of the day. It was Brightpaw’s turn to be impressed, and by the time they travelled home, Brightpaw, tired but happy, had learnt a lot of tips from her.
But when they arrived back at camp, the rest of Beetleleg’s patrol had minor wounds and were quickly telling their Clanmates about how WindClan had launched an attack on them.
“We were outnumbered,” Lightingflash mewed regretfully, “so we had to retreat. I hope you don’t mind, Beechstar.”
“Of course, not, you did the right thing,” Her leader replied, but his eyes were even more worried than the morning.
Then Thornheart stepped forward, and told Beechstar in front of the Clan, about her hunting trip. Beetleleg and Rosepetal backed him up, and any other time, Brightpaw would have listened modestly and shyly, but right now, she only cared about her brother.
“Where is Snowpaw?” She urgently asked the deputy.
“In the Medicine Cat den.” He replied, rather distractedly, as he told Oakleaf of his son’s amazing skills.
It was as she feared. What if Nightwhisker decided to poison him? She wouldn’t put it past him. Frantically she tried to recall the look and smell of deadly nightshade and deathberries, from the day before, and she slid inside the bushes behind the Medicine Cat den, so that she could see everything that went on.
Nightwhisker seemed to be treating his wounds carefully and caringly, although every now and then, Snowpaw would cry out as the poultice he had made stung at his wounds. The white apprentice energetically reinacted the dramatic fight (or so it looked from how he depicted it) to the black medicine cat, while Nightwhisker listened respectively and patiently. Brightpaw frowned. Nothing seemed to have gone out of the ordinary of a normal medicine cat treating a patient.
Just then, a cat looking very much like her apart from size and her white paws sidled up beside her.
“Oakleaf!”
“Yes, hello, my love. What in StarClan’s are you doing in this bush, of all places?”
Brightpaw paused; unsure whether to confide in him or not. Then she remembered he was her father.
“Listen, this may sound strange, but I’m convinced that Nightwhisker is going to poison Snowpaw!”
Oakleaf looked uncertain for a moment, as if looking to see if she was serious, and then broke into laughter.
“My darling, I’m sure that’s not the case. Anyway, I came to congratulate you on your superb performance while hunting in trees today. Flameleaf and I are very proud of you. Y’know, before Beetleleg, Flameleaf used to be the best hunter in trees in the Clan, until Stonepelt fell off a high one and broke his leg. He was getting old anyway, but even so, he retired into the elders den early, as his leg didn’t properly heal. So she was put off after that.”
As Brightpaw and her father exited the bush, she had the uncanny feeling that someone was watching her. She whirled around and saw the unblinking green gaze of Bluekit scorch her fur.
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Wow! That was a long chapter! Tell me what you think of it. I really like the character of Brownpaw, because he’s always so modest and clever, and yet, he also listens in other other cats’ conversations and is always so naughty with his littermates, especially when he was a kitten, which you can see a way back on the old BlogClan.
Great chapter and writing!
Thanks!
I’ve just realized a mistake I made: I said as Thornheart and Brightpaw were venturing into the forest, I said that GREEN-LEAF was coming, but it should be LEAF-BARE. Sorry for any confusion and inconvenience caused! 😛
I think Im going to do random chapters instead of a long, long series of books and chapters and pages and paragraphs and sentences and words and letters.
Here goes,
My short, random stories!
Lionpaw hid among the ferns, her unmistakable scent was now hidden by soil rubbed purposely into her pelt. No one would see her now, no one would find her now, that is how she wanted it – blocked off from any feline contact, deaf from any voices, hidden from any eyes.
It wasn’t Lionpaw’s fault that she’d led the badger towards the camp, in fact, she had no idea what had happened since. The same questions spun around her head. Had Frostberry and her kits survived the badger’s wrath? Had Flamestar, who was on dying anyway, kept life clinging to him? Would the camp be cracked like a broken heart? Was it all her fault?
She didn’t know the answer to the any exept the last one. -Yes-
Lionpaw sighed, life could be better, but now StarClan was playing with her. She was no more that a puny toy.
Hot breath was clung to her hindlegs. -Keep running, you can make it!- She told herself. A ShadowClan (her former clan) was on her tail, literally. They had found her, seeking revenge, a burning pang for vengeance. She was surrounded by her old clanmates. Would they really attack her?
-They wouldn’t dare attack me!- Lionpaw gritted her teeth, snarled and spat at the patrol.
Frostberry came up to her. She seemed to be smiling, wait no, growling. She marched up to Lionpaw’s face and hissed “My kits are dead! Thanks to you!”
“Your welcome…” Lionpaw whimpered, she had never seen her mother so angry, surely she wouldn’t hurt her, would she?
Claws sliced across Lionpaw’s muzzle, cutting through raw, pink flesh.
Lionpaw couldn’t bring herself to defend herself against her mother, though she could attack the other cats. -Yes that’s what I’ll do!- She spun around from her once loving and caring mother and charged at Ironclaws, the deputy, and kicked his eyes, temporarily blinding him. Cats from all sides rushed to help the sightless tom.
Please can you rate, tell me what could be better and what’s good.
Thanks 🙂
Wonderful!
Love the chapter! These are my favorite type of stories / fanfics!
Why, thank you 🙂
Tigerstar’s End
Tigerstar was sliced open by Scourge.
And that, my friends, was the end of Tigerstar.
(Pretty straightforward, eh? 😛 )
XD WONDERFUL EM!
Why thank you 😛
Ooh! I’ve got one!
Scourge’s Life
Scourge was a cat.
The End.
Yup.
That was it.
It.
Nothing more.
Simple as that.
Scourge was a cat.
Yes, my friend.
Scourge was simply a cat.
The Apprentice-Patrol
by Honeypaw
Doefeather lashed her tail. RiverClan intruders! She had just become deputy and now she had to fight off a RiverClan patrol! Even worse, the only cats she has in her patrol are apprentices, including her own apprentice. Hollypaw anxiously waited beside her. She had scented them too. Doefeather knew who the fastest apprentice was and that was Daisypaw.
“Daisypaw, run back to camp and tell Oakstar RiverClan has invaded!” Doefeather hissed. Daisypaw nodded and took off. Doefeather needed to think off a battle plan and fast!
“Rookpaw, Hollypaw, Fallowpaw, and Flashpaw, you have to fight harder than you have ever fought before! Flashpaw and Fallowpaw will hide in the bracken because they will have better luck with blending in. Rookpaw and Hollypaw will hide in the shade of the oak tree. I will sneak up behind them and surprise them. Go!” Doefeather hissed. Rookpaw and Hollypaw’s black pelts blurred like flying shadows as they ran to hide under a towering tree. Flashpaw and Fallowpaw hid in brown dried bracken. Doefeather bared her teeth and began to creep behind them.
“Hey, Hailstep! I smell ThunderClan,” Troutclaw hissed. He was a well-respected RiverClan warrior. This was going to be tough. Doefeather hoped Daisypaw will bring back-up in time.
“Well, duh! We are in RiverClan territory!” a feisty RiverClan apprentice named Timberpaw snorted. Doefeather flicked her ears. She was directly behind the patrol. Troutclaw, Hailstep, Timberpaw, and Birdsong made up the enemy patrol. Doefeather looked at the hidden apprentices. They were ready for battle. Doefeather nodded.
The fawn and white she-cat pounced and landed on Hailstep’s back. The gray tom hissed and tried to fling her off, but Doefeather clung to his back. She sunk her teeth into his scruff. Blood outlined her mouth. Timberpaw sunk his claws into her back, but he was about to face Rookpaw. Rookpaw is by far the strongest apprentice. His faster sister, Hollypaw took on Troutclaw bravely. Blood stained the grass nearby. Doefeather sliced Hailstep’s nose which sprayed blood on her face. Doefeather bared her teeth and watched the tom take off back to his territory.
“Relax, Troutclaw! It’s just a warrior and some apprentices!” Birdsong snarled.
“I am deputy of ThunderClan! I am nothing to be messed with and neither are these apprentices!” Doefeather yowled as she pinned Birdsong. Birdsong slashed her shoulder with some nimble claw movements. Doefeather sunk her teeth into Birdsong’s chest. Blood began to flow out like the river that protects their Clan. Birdsong looked terrified as she limped away in defeat. Troutclaw ran off with some nasty bites from Hollypaw. The sleek black she-cat grinned from ear to ear as she watched her enemy flee.
“Daisypaw! Thanks for bringing backup!” Rookpaw cheered. Doefeather turned around to see Daisypaw with Mumblefoot, Larksong, and Oakstar himself. Only Timberpaw remained. He gave one glance at the ThunderClan cats and took off yowling in fear. Doefeather purred in satisfaction.
“Nice job, Doefeather. Hollypaw, Rookpaw, Flashpaw, Fallowpaw, Daisypaw, you are too young to be warriors. I know you are well on your way though. Four moons or so and who knows?” Oakstar purred. Doefeather felt a rush of joy. She knew being a deputy was her destiny. Maybe she might even be a leader!
“Doestar,” Doefeather whispered to herself,” I like the sound of that.”
Great job!
Thank you! I worked hard on it.
I love how it takes place before Goosefeather’s Curse while Doestar was a deputy! Great chapter!
OOH! Great 🙂
Great job! It’s really good!