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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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  • Here’s a one-shot I wrote for a few contests

    Wrong

    I was wrong.

    I was wrong on so many levels. So many bad choices. So many terrible decisions. If I hadn’t been so wrong, could this all have gone a different way?

    It started when I was an apprentice and they were warriors. New warriors. I watched their ceremony like any apprentice would, eyes wide, picturing myself and my brother up there, a mixture of awe and impatience and jealousy and pride.

    I didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary then. I remember sitting next to Goldenpaw, her whispering her normal witty, quirky, and usually sarcastic remarks to me, me giggling and trying to cover it up with coughing. Brambleflower, the blissfully ignorant and kind medicine cat apprentice who happened to be sitting near us, offered to go get me some fancy-named leaf for my coughs, but I declined. The whole Clan glared at us, but this was normal. I didn’t really care, not back then. Goldenpaw cared, but I didn’t know it. The one thing she never shared with me was her true feelings. I usually shared mine with her. She shared some of her feelings with me, but she never told me her deep ones. Her feelings of insecurity and anxiety and how she could never sleep at night and how she hated everyone staring at her. She’s the only cat I know who didn’t like her warrior and apprentice ceremonies.

    She’s a warrior now, Goldensky. It’s a beautiful name. I told her so, but she just turned away. At that point we were in our long, long fights that marked the beginning of my perilous future up ahead. She was my first friend, my only true friend, or so I thought. But at some point, she stopped being true to me.

    It started late during our apprenticeship, when she started seeing a tom from another Clan. WindClan, to be exact. To this day I have no idea what she ever saw in him. I’ve met him a couple times at Gatherings. We were apprentices at the same time, so when all the apprentices gathered to talk and compete and brag and complain about chores, I met him. His name is Silverstorm. Sunfire found that sadly, ironically funny, when the whole Clan found out. Golden and Silver. Sky and Storm. Maybe they really were meant for each other. She was joking, but Foxstrike, their father, slashed her shoulder. It wasn’t that deep of a cut. He was angry and couldn’t take it all. He always had a temper, but that night was the worst I’ve ever seen him.

    I tell myself Goldensky doesn’t matter anymore. She has problems and depressions of her own. She was punished after the incident with the WindClan tom. Icestar put her on apprentice duties for two moons and forbade her from going on WindClan border or battle patrols, which must have been humiliating for a new warrior, especially with her anxiety about how everyone sees her. She was punished even more by how Foxstrike avoided her, how her mother, Dawnbreeze, is disappointed in her, how her sister Sunflame is so much more distant. How the Clan treats her nowadays. She’s mostly been forgiven. It’s been moons. But nobody wants her for a WindClan border patrol, and if she goes to Gatherings everybody freaks out if she talks to someone from WindClan.

    I was never really affected by it in that way. My hurt ran as deep as Foxstrike’s, but I handled it better. I moved on. The next couple moons were rough. My brother never wanted to be friends with me, and that didn’t change after Goldensky betrayed me. She was my first friend, my first crush, and that one always hurts the most.

    But then I found them.

    Their names are Lilyfeather and Jaysong. They’re sisters. They’re not as close as Sunflame and Goldensky once were, but they’re close enough. They’re friends, which is more than my brother and I can say. Lilyfeather is beautiful, petite, charming. She’s graceful and skilled and everything a stereotypical she-cat is. She’s the one everyone falls for. Including me.

    Jaysong is tall, strong, skilled, the tomboy. She’s quick-witted and her fur is always rumpled. She’s almost as fast as a WindClan cat, and twice as strong, one of the Clan’s best warriors. She’s ambitious and stubborn and knows what she wants. She’s smart.

    She’s not your typical romantic she-cat like her sister. But something about that called to me.

    I fell for Lilyfeather first. She was literally irresistible. I worked so hard to make her notice me. Something felt wrong, but I ignored it. Aside from my huge fight with Goldensky, that was my first wrong decision. If I had acted earlier…

    She started to take notice of me. For four short, thrilling, wonderful moons, she courted me. She was a huge romantic and I loved it, even though I had never thought of myself as one. She took me on moonlit walks by the lake. We spent time in small, private coves and she showed me the most gorgeous places: hills dotted with colorful flowers in bloom, a rushing stream sparkling in the sunlight, a corpse of willow trees with birds flying and chirping cheerfully in the air, a sunset view of the lake.

    And I, being the idiot that I am, believed I was the only one.

    But I wasn’t. To this day I have no idea how many there were. They weren’t all from RiverClan. She courted cats from our bordering Clans, ShadowClan and WindClan, rouges, even ThunderClan cats who traveled around the lake every couple nights to see her. Toms or she-cats, RiverClan or not, it didn’t matter to her. She just had fun with it all.

    And they all had no idea.

    A passing rogue saw me with Lilyfeather and tried to warn me. Discreetly, since she was still there. I threw away the warning, blaming it on dumb, nosy rogues. But he was only trying to help me.

    Only much later did I realize that he had been a victim of Lilyfeather as well.

    I wish I had gotten a chance to thank him, to apologize for doubting his words and blaming it on a common prejudice. But I never did.

    I found Lilyfeather with a ShadowClan she-cat one night. Just like Goldensky’s WindClan tom, her name has burned itself into my head. Nightfeather. They shared a suffix. Was that all they had in common? I didn’t know. I didn’t even see Nightfeather clearly, because my vision was blurred by tears and anger and that last bit of defiance.

    I attacked them. It was stupid. I was furious and not thinking straight. I attacked my own Clanmate.

    When Lilyfeather and I came back to camp that morning, everyone was shocked, except Jaysong, who guessed what had happened. I was a wreck. Lilyfeather was not. She told Icestar that she and I had been out hunting by the ShadowClan border and had been attacked by a ShadowClan she-cat. We hadn’t crossed the border, she had. That was the only part of her story that was true.

    I saw at least two toms in the Clan staring at us in shock. Some of Lilyfeather’s other RiverClan toys. I ignored them. I hoped this would serve as a warning, but they would likely ignore it. She would keep on playing it.

    In the days that followed I was in a state of shock and anger and grief. I couldn’t believe what had happened. Lilyfeather, my great love, had cheated on me countless times, for a she-cat of ShadowClan. I had no idea who she truly loved, if she truly loved anyone. It wasn’t me, that was for sure.

    Jaysong saved me. She visited me and hunted with me and lifted me back to the warrior I should have been. She kept me going. At the time I thought she just felt bad for what her sister had done.

    Jaysong became my friend. My confidant. My shoulder to lean on. My Goldensky, which had been missing from my life. A hole I needed to fill.

    But of course it all went wrong. And it was my fault.

    At one particular Gathering I saw Goldensky and Lilyfeather both flirting with toms from other Clans. That made me angry. I wanted to show them I didn’t care. That I had moved on. That I could do that too.

    So I flirted. Right in the view of Jaysong, who desperately loved me, but couldn’t bring herself tell me. I tortured her by making her watch that. She kept by my side, but her temper became shorter and she had a harder time with it all. I had no idea it was my fault.

    They found her on the rogue border, lying at the roots of a willow tree with foam curling around her mouth, the dark red juice of deathberries staining the ground around her. She had carved something into the dirt before she left for StarClan. It was more than just lines, I was sure, but I couldn’t decipicer it. My brother, Flamecloud, could. He knew something I didn’t. But we weren’t close enough for him to readily tell me.

    About a half-moon after her death, he finally did. It was awkward and shocking.

    Jaysong loved me.

    And I loved her, but I didn’t realize it until long after her death. I had tortured her and Goldensky the way Lilyfeather had tortured me. Except I didn’t mean to, but I don’t know if that makes a difference.

    I went into a rage. I crossed the border and killed as many rogues as I could, for she had died on the border. I defied the truth as long as I could. Said rogues had forced it upon her, poisoned her. Filthy, stupid, fox-hearted rogues.

    She was too smart for that. Too smart for her own good, because she knew exactly how to kill herself, and that I didn’t love her. She knew that I still loved Goldensky and Lilyfeather but not her. That I saw her as a friend and nothing more.

    That was wrong, but far too late.

    I tried to avenge her by warning cats of the dangers of Lilyfeather and deathberries. Tried to prevent this from happening again.

    But I never really could. Because however far you can go to avenge someone you love, it’s never far enough. Never.

    If only I hadn’t been wrong…

  • Alright, I will be trying to do a chapter before I trick-or-treat, or before my friend gets here. This may be a bit short, so sorry! But I will take my laptop to Texas so I might still be able to write more chapters.
    Rosesong’s Prophecy:
    Chapter 10: days of pain and dark

    Rosekit could not answer so she just closed her eyes. Thornkit moved and Rosekit moved her legs up to stop him from pushing it. “I don’t know about Rosekit, but I would love to see some cats.” Thornkit meowed. She heard pawsteps then smelled more cats coming in. “I suppose you are relieved that they are okay and you can finally claim them as yours?” Frostflake meowed. “Rosekit broke a paw, got a bad cut on her head from the rocks, and a bit of her tail fell off, and Thornkit just got a few scatches. Thank starclan the patrol saw them in time!” Shadefur explained. “I thought I could trust Riverclan, I never imagined Stormstar was so ruthless she would harm two young kits… I’m sorry Waterstorm.” Fallenstar apologized. She heard tiny pawsteps step closer. “I’m sorry Rosekit and Thornkit, I should have never had told you to go in the river.” She heard Riverkit whisper. “Will they be okay?” Breezekit asked. “They’re heads didn’t fall off! They will just be in here for a couple moons.” Shadefur purred. “Shadefur! This is serious, and don’t blame a kit for wanting to know if her brother and sister were going to be okay.” Ivytail snapped. “S-sorry Ivytail…” Shadefur meowed. “Now they need rest. I am sure they are exaughsted!” Ivytail meowed. Rosekit heard pawsteps that started to fade everytime there was one step. Rosekit agreed and slowly drifted to sleep. When she awoke, her paw and head still stung, but she felt she could talk. She stretchedher tail out, it had been an entire day before she had stretched. “What can I do?” She whispered to herself. She did not know what she could do while she waited for some cat to wake up. She was hungry, but she could not get up. She outstretched her front paws then her unbroken back paw. She heard rustling and Ivytail limped in. “Hello Rosekit, feeling better?” She asked. “SOO much better! Last night every bone in me hurt, now just my head and my back paw hurt.” Rosekit meowed happily. “That’s great! If you feel THAT much better, Thornkit should be fine too. I am going to collect herbs, some cat should bring you some fresh-kill in a bit.” Ivytail purred. Rosekit nodded and started washing herself. She relised alot of her fur fell off, she could see her skin. “Ugh, am I supposed to lick THAT until my fur grows back? No, I would rather eat crowfood.” She hissed to herself. She licked the spots that she had fur on then washed her face. Thornkit woke up and stuck his head up. “Wow, what happened to your head?!” He meowed in disbelief. “I’m not really sure, but I think I hit my head.” Rosekit meowed, surprisingly sounding cheerful. “Wow, I only got scratched up.” Thornkit replied. A black cat with gray paws padded in with two squirrels clamped in her jaws. She dropped it in front of them. “Since you can’t go drink milk and your teeth have grown, we thought why not let you try fresh-kill. I’m Ravenflight by the way.” The black cat meowed. “Thank you, Ravenflight!” Rosekit thanked.

    This WAS short, but because I gtg. I will continue at the hotel room cause that is the next place I can post from (my laptop needs to be plugged up to work.) So sorry! I will make it as long as possible when I get there! Thanks for reading anyway.

      • They shouldn’t have to change it if they didn’t know that it was canon when they made up the name.

        • It’s still not fair to the authors. I can provide you with alternative names if you like.

          • It’s a minor character. If they came up with it on their own, I don’t think they should have to change it.

            • Exactly. If it wasn’t intended and they meant if for someone different, it’s ok for minor characters. It would especially be worse if the cat looked and acted the same, so I think they’re in the clear ^^

          • Well, yes it’s not fair to the authors but as the series progresses, more names are taken by the authors, and people have limited use of reasonable names. And then they’d have to go back through many of their old fics with canon names and remove them out….it would just cause a bunch of jumble and fanfic writing wouldn’t be fun anymore. In my opinion, Fanfic authors should be the ones to decide whether they are going to remove canon names or not. Major character names like Fireheart, and Leafpool probably should not be used but little ones can be used every other accidental use,

    • I didn’t mean this to start a war XD. But I actually just made it up cause I thought it sounded like a cool name, but then when I found out she was a real character, I facepalmed XD. Idk how the official Erin Hunter cats act, but I made THIS Ivytail short tempered and gentle at the same time. So I don’t think it counts as using other creative names. That is like saying somebody copied someone else by naming their OC (Not warrior cats, but human OC’s) after a youtuber’s OC that they never heard of. I do think that they are both side characters, or I would have heard of them. So I don’t think it is really being unfair to the authors…

  • FORESTCLANS fate chapter 6
    Mossball woke with a start, with a sigh she tried to get back to sleep but couldn’t. Climbing out of her nest she padded out into the clearing and looked up at the stars, only to find them veiled by the clouds.

    ” can’t sleep either? ” wrenstar said approaching

    ” no” Mossball mewed turning to face her leader ” it worries me when I can’t see silverpelt ”

    ” the clan is dying” wrenstar said ” they have to help us ”

    “What if they can’t?” Mossball wondered aloud

    ” what do you mean? What if they can’t?” Wrenstar said with a curious look,

    ” I mean, what if there struggling up there to?” Mossball mewed
    ~~~~~~~~~~

    Frostflight of starclan glanced at the cats surrounding him

    ” why is this happening?” He asked ” it’s as if were blocked from them”

    The other starry cats nodded in agreement,

    ” that’s because you are ” eagleflame smirked and soon the starry cats were surrounded and outnumbered by those who had chosen the wrong path, they were surrounded by the cats of the dark forest, the starry cats looked around surprised and many unsheathed there claws and geared there teeth.

    ” the time of starclan is over” eagleflame said and flicked his tail once, the dark forest attacked
    ~~~~~~~~~~
    Thunder boomed in the sky and lightning flashed as both she cats ran for the cover of there dens, just as the rain started to pour down.

    ” is everything okay?” Maplepaw asked yawning and blinking sleepily

    “It’s just a storm, go back to sleep” Mossball mewed curling up in her own nest
    Maplepaw nodded falling back asleep.

    ” just a storm” Mossball murmured again closing her eyes, but in her heart she knew it was much, much, more

    • Wonderful chapter! I’m excited to see what’ll happen to StarClan! :O

  • Snowfur’s Guilt

    Snowfur treaded deeper into the woods, intent on finding one of those wretched Dark Forest warriors and teaching them that the Clans were not weak! How could they think that? How could all of them have abandoned StarClan and the Clans? How could they stand that horrid forest? Just the prospect of the dishonorable cats made no sense! Snowfur was as happy as she could be hunting good prey and living happily along the other Clans in StarClan. Rather, she had been, before the Place of No Stars had started to infect StarClan. Snowfur had never imagined StarClan’s grounds becoming cold. She hadn’t given one thought to prey running low. And she definitely had not expected losing sight of the Clans or setting Clan territories! StarClan was a place of peace and harmony! It granted the dead many years of rest before they faded out of memory. But now everything had changed.

    Snowfur stalked through the undergrowth, brambles catching on her fur. She had forgotten how wonderful it had felt in ThunderClan’s part of the forest. Shade and sun dappled her pelt, casting shadows on her gleaming white fur. However, she felt no warmth, for parts of the Dark Forest had already started to creep into the living world. Snowfur shuddered, imagining a life where the Dark Forest ruled. She couldn’t believe some Clan cats actually supported them!

    Snowfur pushed on, determined to find one of those fox-hearted Dark Forest warriors and claw its pelt off hair by hair, until it cried for mercy! Calm down, she told herself. By getting riled up, you’re only thinking as the Dark Forest warriors do. Letting out a breath, she trampled farther into the undergrowth, heading towards the ThunderClan camp. If she was going to help the Clans, she was going to help her Clan first.

    Her paws skimmed the ground as she raced towards the camp. As she neared the edge of the ravine, she slowed. From the sound of it, the ThunderClan cats had the battle under control. She could hear screeching and hissing, but also taunts from the Clan cats and glimpsed many Dark Forest warriors fleeing out of the camp. They didn’t need her help. Instead of helping a Clan that was doing fine, she decided it best to help another Clan.

    Raising her head to look around, she sprinted towards the WindClan camp. She knew the WindClan cats were strong, but they had small frames and were no match to the cruel strength displayed by the Dark Forest warriors. Plus, she had a hunch that Breezepelt was not as loyal to WindClan as the others might think. He had always seemed shifty.

    As she was thinking this, she felt a strong breeze blowing in her direction, slicing through her pelt ominously. She turned her head just in time to see Breezepelt’s black pelt streaking alongside her, his claws tearing through her legs as he caught up with her. Hauling her backwards, he batted her back with the ferocity of a badger. Snarling, Snowfur reared up, knocking him off her back. She turned on him, ready to claw his face off for siding with the Dark Forest.

    “Mangy furball,” she hissed. “How can you sleep at night knowing you lie to your Clan?” Breezepelt replied with a stinging blow to the ear. Snowfur felt blood welling up, and hissed at Breezepelt with all the energy she had left as the blood dripped down. Quick as an eagle, she lunged her head out until she met Breezepelt’s leg with her teeth. She waited for Breezepelt’s satisfying yelp of pain before twisting her head around and letting go, leaving him unbalanced.

    As he scrambled to his paws, glowering at her, she taunted, “Aren’t you supposed to be great at battle? You don’t seem so great to me…” This gave the effect she had hoped for, with Breezepelt hurling himself at her, jaws snapping, she stayed motionless as he sped towards her, stepping aside at the last moment, letting him jump straight into a tree.

    “Not so fast,” she heard a familiar voice call from behind her. Gasping, she found herself face to face with Thistleclaw. “Wonderful battle moves,” he crooned, sounding as if this was only battle training. “However, maybe a stay with us at the Dark Forest would make them even better?” His voice was soothing, and brought back memories of still living. She remembered how devastated she had been when it turned out that Bluestar, her sister, had been right all along, and Thistleclaw was evil. Snowfur wouldn’t believe it. Thistleclaw had always been sweet and gentle with her, and she couldn’t imagine him doing such harm. But she couldn’t argue against evidence.

    “Thistleclaw…” she sighed sadly, “you know we fight for different sides. I must fight you to protect the Clans.” She looked into his glassy amber eyes, startled by how dull and glazed they looked.

    “It doesn’t have to be like that!” He growled. “I would fight for the Dark Forest to win, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t avoid hurting each other.” Something switched in his eyes, Now the pleading in his eyes masked the lifeless gaze from before. He looked like he genuinely wanted to have her as his mate again. Snowfur knew she had to know where her loyalties lay, but it was enticing to imagine curling up with him again in a nest just like in their living days. However, she knew she had to choose one side to take, and that it wasn’t going to be the Dark Forest.

    “Thistleclaw, you know as well as I do that this isn’t going to work!” she hissed at him. He tried to nuzzle closer to her, but she backed up stiffly. “Stop! We can’t be together anymore! We have to put our Clan before anything else.” She hesitated a moment before adding quietly, “But if you had stayed loyal to ThunderClan…” She couldn’t bear to finish the thought. She lifted her eyes to Thistleclaw’s, and saw anger and hurt in his eyes. She felt sorry, but he had brought this upon himself. As much as Snowfur wanted to just talk and laugh and share tongues like they had once done, she knew it was over. And she couldn’t linger on it; not when she had a whole army of evil cats to fight off.

    The expression on Thistleclaw’s face had gone cold. Instead of sadness, she now saw contempt. He was glaring at her with an unflinching stare. His amber eyes were no longer warm, and they burned into her fur, making her uncomfortable. “Look, I’m sorry-”

    “No, I get it.” Thistleclaw’s voice was no longer nurturing, but rigid and harsh. “It won’t work anymore. You’re right. Clan comes before everything else. That is the way of warriors. If you want to let the mouse-brained warrior code get in the way of everything, I can’t stop you.” Snowfur looked at her paws, wishing things could have been different. Didn’t he understand that this was entirely his fault? Or am I just trying to cast the blame off of myself? She wondered. How did I ever manage to fall in love with such a cruel cat? Drawing in a breath, she stole one final glance at Thistleclaw before he snapped around and fled towards the WindClan border, leaving her to stare into the black sky. Her stinging wounds, a hollow belly, and bittersweet memory of a gray pelt and two amber eyes were all that remained.

  • Foxheart’s Despair

    Foxpaw woke with a start, panting from her dream. She had been running to Raggedpelt, trying to reach him, but every time she neared, Yellowfang darted in front of her, throwing her off guard. Well, it’s not hard to figure out what that dream meant, Foxpaw grumbled to herself. Why did this love have to be so miserable? She liked Raggedpelt so much! If only he’d stop mooning over Yellowfang all the time and give her one glance. Couldn’t he even see how much he meant to her?

    Sighing, she knew that wishing wouldn’t change a thing. And to add to that, she needed her sleep for training. Regretfully, she let herself sink into sleep, Wolfpaw’s back pressed reassuringly to her side.

    Later, as she trained for battle with Wolfpaw, she saw movement in the ferns and saw that Raggedpelt had come to watch. A bit shocked, she lost her balance and, instead of bringing her forepaws down to meet Wolfpaw’s back, she toppled forward onto him, allowing him to give a strong swat and knock her off of him.

    “Is that all you’ve got?” Wolfpaw growled playfully. He gave her another swat, but Foxpaw tried to straighten and look more formal. She felt embarrassed that she had fallen over when Raggedpelt had come. She wanted him to see her as a strong, good fighter, not some weak apprentice who couldn’t beat her brother.

    “My paw started to hurt!” Foxpaw protested. Immediately she knew she shouldn’t have lied; that it would get her into deeper trouble, but she really didn’t want Raggedpelt to see her as weak.

    “You should go and see Sagewhisker then,” Wolfpaw said, and stopped landing soft blows at her.

    “Well, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” Foxpaw bluffed, “I don’t want to miss training because of a little pain!” She also wanted to show Raggedpelt how much she could endure. Maybe the lie wasn’t that bad.

    “Are you sure?” Raggedpelt asked, and there was no mistaking the concern in his voice. “I know training is important, but I don’t want you to be hurt.” Raggedpelt was being so nice to her! Maybe he finally realized that she was better than that wretched Yellowfang.

    “Okay, I’ll go to Sagewhisker.” Redpaw concluded. If Raggedpelt was starting to like her, she wasn’t going to be uncooperative with him. As she walked back to camp, she scratched one of her paws against a thorn, wincing at the pain. If she was going to visit Sagewhisker, she didn’t want to look like she was lying. Not like Yellowfang.

    Raggedstar’s gaze traveled over his Clan. “I say these words before StarClan,” he announced, “that the spirits of our ancestors may hear and approve my choice.” Once again his gaze swept around the clearing, and Foxheart’s heart raced, willing Raggedstar to choose her, and only her, as deputy.

    The seconds ticked by, and Foxheart’s heart raced. When she thought her heart couldn’t accelerate any faster, Raggedstar finally opened his jaws to speak.

    “Foxheart,” Raggedstar meowed at last, “will you do me the honor of being my deputy?” Foxheart’s chest expanded with pride, and her heart burst. She knew she would make a good deputy, and then leader after. With shining eyes, she looked up at Raggedstar, seeing love in his eyes.

    Foxheart dipped her head, trying to keep her voice calm. “I will, Raggedstar.” As soon as the words were said, the cats in the clearing chanted her name. She saw all the cats in the Clan, young and old, and vowed she would serve her Clan the best she could, whether they doubted it or not. And, as she saw Yellowfang in the crowd, chanting her name with all the rest, she wondered if Yellowfang finally had realized that Foxheart had been a better choice.

    Before Foxheart could even see what was happening, two rats were on her. Everything seemed to slow down. She found herself staring into the beady eyes of the disgusting creatures. One held her down with its needle-sharp claws, and the other leaned forward, ready to take the killing bite.

    As the rodent’s teeth reached forward, she looked wildly up, trying to see if anyone was there to help her. But they were suspended in slow motion as well. Her eyes met pelt after pelt, and then she was staring into a gray one. Yellowfang’s eyes were stretched in surprise, and Foxheart could see nothing but sadness clouding the medicine cat’s eyes. Have I misjudged her? Foxheart wondered with despair.

    But before any other thoughts about Yellowfang could penetrate her mind, the rat’s fangs sunk into her neck, making her head jerk so that her gaze landed on Raggedpelt. As her own blood wet her fur and tongue and the world started to go dark, all Foxheart could feel was love. The pain and anger and fear vanished, leaving only her love for Raggedstar. And in that moment, as her eyes locked with Raggedstar, her heart told her he felt the same.

  • Hollowflight’s Trust

    Hollowflight felt claws pierce through his pelt, and spun around to see a gray pelt flashing away from him. Panting, he leaped towards her and raked his claws through her flank. As he felt his paws graze her side, he also felt his hindpaws being hooked out from under him. Unbalanced, he stumbled, and in that time, the gray she-cat slammed a well-aimed blow at his head, and pushed him over so that she was pinning him down. The mud below him stank of decay, but at least it was a soft ground to fall onto, nothing like the sharp pebbles of the RiverClan shore.

    As he fought to get back up, he used a move that Redwillow had thought of about a moon ago. Using his paws, he flung the cat off of him, and as he scrambled to his paws and she was sent into the air, lashed out with his claws, landing a blow on her flank.

    As he performed the move, he taunted, “Looks like ThunderClan cats can fly!” When she landed, she spun around to face Hollowflight, the fight still in her. With a hiss, she sprang at him, aiming for his head, but underestimated her leap. Or so Hollowflight thought. As she neared the ground she dove underneath him, then stood up abruptly, flinging Hollowflight into the air as well.

    “What was that about flying?” She growled in mock-anger. As she continued her voice lightened into a purr. “This was a good training session. I think we’ve both learned we have to expect anything, even our enemy throwing us into the air.”

    “Why are you sitting around talking?” Snarled a familiar voice. Hollowflight spun around to see Mapleshade, the outline of the forest showing through her faint ginger pelt. “I don’t even see scratches on your pelts!” Well, Hollowflight thought with annoyance, then you must have bad eyesight. And he didn’t doubt it, either.

    “Sorry,” the gray cat, Ivypool responded respectfully, although Hollowflight could pick up defiance radiating from her pelt. “But it is time we found our way back to our nests, anyways.” Her tone was light, but Mapleshade seemed to pick up the retort in her voice.

    “Then go home, if you’re so eager to leave!” Mapleshade hissed, her eyes narrowing menacingly. “But don’t think Brokenstar won’t hear about this!”

    Wanting to avoid any further trouble, Hollowflight quickly closed his eyes and opened them to find himself in his nest of feathers and reeds, his pelt still battered and his head still aching. Better go wash myself and hide my Dark Forest scars, Hollowflight thought, blinking sleepily. As he pulled himself out of his nest, the bump on his head blinded him with pain, and for a moment he stood dizzily, trying to blink it off. He realized that he had kind of stumbled around while this happened, but too late, as Beetlewhisker had already woken.

    “What is it?” He complained. “Some of us are trying to get some sleep!” Hollowflight muttered under his breath angrily. Like Beetlewhisker had never complained of a Dark Forest injury! But he had more sense than to start a fight with Beetlewhisker.

    “Sorry. Dark Forest injury,” was all he mewed as he stumbled out of the den. Blinking in the moonlight, Hollowflight stared up at the sky. Just tomorrow night there would be a Gathering. Another chance to see Ivypool, except they would be able to meet peacefully instead of fighting.

    Hollowflight raised his head proudly, listening to the cats of all Clans chanting his and Mossyfoot’s names. He was so happy to be a warrior at last. No more apprentice duties! And maybe soon the Dark Forest would crown him a warrior too. Just like Ivypool… She was so lucky! And such a brilliant fighter! He hoped he would be as great of a Dark Forest warrior as she was. Then they might show him more respect.

    As the chanting died down, his thoughts drifted. Maybe after the Gathering was over he could talk to Ivypool.

    And perhaps tell her how much he liked her.

    He knew that the warrior code said that he couldn’t get too close with cats of different Clans, but he didn’t care. His heart ached too much for Ivypool. He loved how she was always gentle and fierce at the same time, her rough blows somehow landing softly. Her claws may show anger, but her eyes held no signs of battle. And there was definitely something with the difference between her words and the tone of her voice.

    He also couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was, her sleek gray pelt shining in the daytime, with stripes slicing through. Her tail and paws were steady, her legs strong. And her eyes reflected the world around. And the color of her eyes! Deeper than the sky, lighter than the river, and with flecks of yellow from the sun.

    And even more, he admired how skilled she was. He knew that she was an amazing opponent in battle, considering fighting her in training and that she was a Dark Forest warrior. He knew that she thought fast on her paws, and that she could have wit if she wanted to. He, of course, didn’t know if she was good at hunting, but she was good at stalking in training, so she must be a good hunter too.

    But what if she doesn’t like me? He wondered. Even though he tried to push away his thought, he knew that he would be devastated if she didn’t like him.
    Shaking his head to clear away the thought, he looked around in the crowd to see Ivypool, but stopped when Mossyfoot complained about him moving around. I’ll find her after the Gathering. As he listened to the leaders talking of prey and new warriors and apprentices, he felt the time dragging by. Why couldn’t the Gathering pass quicker? His heart ached to see Ivypool. He squirmed a little, annoyed with the leaders for having to talk so slowly.

    “Did you get an ant in your pelt?” Mossyfoot hissed. “Stop moving! Mistystar is watching you!” Embarrassed, Hollowflight settled down, somewhat resentfully.
    Finally the Gathering over, and as if released from a thicket of brambles, Hollowflight bounded over to the ThunderClan group. His eyes roamed the group of cats, searching for a gray pelt. There! Next to Dovewing! He trotted towards her, purring.

    “Hi, Ivypool,” he mewed, smiling. Then he tried to relax his smile, not wanting to seem desperate.

    “Hi. Congratulations on becoming a warrior.” Ivypool seemed distracted, and looked as if she was trying to see around Hollowflight. Hollowflight’s hopes were dampened a little, and he let his smile slip a little.

    However, he forced his smile back and said, “Thanks!” He paused, thinking he should keep the conversation going if he was going to steer it towards what he wanted to actually talk to her about. “Hey, wasn’t that great climbing last night?” As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he fought back a cringe. What a dumb thing to say! Well, there was no going back now.

    Ivypool’s gaze fixed on Hollowflight sharply. “We can’t talk about it here,” she whispered. Did she know that he liked her? What did she mean by “it”? Was she referring to their love for each other? No. That was mouse-brained. She meant the Dark Forest. But somehow he still felt happiness rising in his chest.

    Trying to keep down his rising excitement, he meowed as quietly as he could, “It’s really weird, being in the Dark Forest. I mean, half of those cats are dead!”

    “Yeah, weird.” Ivypool’s voice sounded distant, and Hollowflight guessed that she didn’t actually like him. However, he didn’t want to seem super disappointed and confuse Ivypool, then have to come clean about liking her and become even more embarrassed, so he didn’t let his smile falter.

    And when Reedwhisker called him to leave, he purred, “See you tomorrow night!” And although his words were light, the heaviest resentment weighing in his belly. Resentment for the the trust he placed in Ivypool. And resentment for all of the confidence he had ever placed in himself.

    • WOW THAT WAS AWESOME

      I didn’t comment on the last two because i thought you wouldn’t see, but

      MAN THIS WAS SO GOOD I CANT EVEN

      YOU ARE SO GOOD AT WRITING IN CHARaCTER HOW ARE YOU EVEN

      ………just, wow.

  • This is my entry for Steppy and Laurel’s contests! 🙂

    Dark Love

    I loved her.

    Her sweet breath on my cheek. The way she brushed against me. Her long, soft, silver fur.

    We would meet up at night, away from our rule-bound Clans. She would look at me with her pretty blue eyes and whisper in my ear.

    She wanted us to run away. Leave our family. I knew she didn’t have anyone who loved her. Neither did I. But still, leave our Clans?

    I learned that she only cared for herself. She wanted me to come with her to protect her.

    I learned that the hard way.

    * * *

    She persuaded me to go. We left our clans at dawn one morning.

    We left over the moor, our pelts brushing slightly. I asked her where she wanted to go and she said she would know when she found it.

    It turns out she was bringing me to a group of malicious rogues and loners who were planning to attack the clans.

    The worst thing was, she was one of them. She betrayed me!

    I though I loved her and that she loved me back! She didn’t, she was using me and now I couldn’t go back to my Clan.

    One night she took me to a field at night with stars shining as bright as her blue eyes.

    “I do love you, Duskclaw.” She said. I leaned down so I met her eyes.

    “No you don’t. You’re using me! Why would you want to leave the Clans for this?” She curled her lip at me and snarled softly.

    “RiverClan always treated me horribly. Now it’s time for revenge, don’t you think?” She hissed softly. I glanced down at her sadly and shook my head.

    “Come home Silversky. I’d love you.” I pleaded. She looked up at me, gentler this time.

    “I’ll always love you, Duskclaw, but I’m not a Clan cat. I’m sorry.” She mewed and softly touched her nose to mine before turning and walking away into the night.
    Her silver fur glowed in the moonlight and each pawstep she took away from me felt like someone was clawing my heart.

    She could change if she wanted to but she was determined to have revenge over the Clans.

    I looked after her one last time to see her sky-blue eyes and dazzling silver fur before heading back home. To ThunderClan. Where I belong.

    * * *
    She died fighting the Clans with her band of rogues. It was a rainy day. She loved those the best. I saw her bloody, limp body lying at one of her old Clanmate’s paws.

    I knew she was might have been bad, but I realized that I have always loved her. She loved me too. We loved each other in our separate ways.

    I couldn’t look at her dead like that… she wouldn’t have wanted to have me see her dead.

    I turned my head away, my eyes burning and my heart aching painfully.

    “Why did she have to die?! She could have changed! We could be together!” I exclaimed, sobbing, as I fell to the wet ground and lay there, watching the rain fall steadily.

    Maybe one day we’d be together, somewhere where we’d both be happy forever.

    Until then I would dream.

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    I hope you liked it! Feedback would be much appreciated! 🙂 <3

  • The Void of Truth (If Firestar Never Joined ThunderClan #3)
    Chapter 1

    Lichenscar jolted awake. She stared outside with her blind gaze. Darkness fell upon the camp and everyone was asleep. “Grayflight is wrong.” she growled to herself. “Or is he right?” she muttered. “I’ll talk to Bristlepaw.” she decided. Lichenscar ran into the medicine cat den, and scampered to Bristlepaw’s nest. She nudged the sleeping medicine cat apprentice. Bristlepaw arose from his nest and yawned. “Lichenscar, why are you here?” he mewed. “I had a dream last night.” Lichenscar mewed. “Let’s talk about it outside of the camp.” Bristlepaw purred.
            Lichenscar followed Bristlepaw to the outside of the camp. “What happened in the dream?” Bristlepaw asked. Grayflight was there and told me that our mother is not Goldenflower. Her name is Spottedleaf.” Lichenscar mewed. “Spottedleaf…Yes! Grayflight knew that Spottedleaf was the mother of us, but he didn’t know the father. Remember when we were in the medicine den during the battle of the Clans?” Bristlepaw asked. “Yes. Dustclaw and him stayed home and cared for us. Grayflight then said that Tigerstar was our father.” Lichenscar mewed.
            “So what do we do?” Lichenscar asked. “We shall search for our mother.” Bristlepaw mewed. “I can bring Wetfoot and Dustclaw. I’ll get them and then we’ll leave. Stay here.” Bristlepaw mewed. He darted into the camp. Lichenscar sat there. She was shivering, even though it was the start of new-leaf. Bristlepaw came out again with Dustclaw and Wetfoot. Wetfoot had traveling herbs in his mouth. He gave one to each cat. Lichenscar pawed the herbs, uninterested. She then ate it. She shivered. “The mating season starts soon.” Wetfoot mewed. “We already know that.” Lichenscar scoffed to herself. “Well we’ll find Spottedleaf easier that way.” Dustclaw mewed, laughing to himself. “So where do we start the search?” Wetfoot asked. “She might be in Twolegplace or somewhere close to there.” Bristlepaw mewed.

  • Is this a one-shot?
    (Silverhawk is the Silverhawk from the series, I know it it canon)

    I sat atop a hill. My fur blew in the breeze.
    He sits beside me. Our pelts rest against each other.
    I feel the love going through every bone in my body.
    We are both alive, yet, he is dead.
    I walk in the light, he walks in the darkness.
    **********
    At the end of every night, I yearned to fall asleep.
    So I could go back to where I belong.
    Who I belong with.
    My clanmates drift asleep in their dens.
    But I stay wide awake. I grab a poppy seed.
    And then I fall asleep.
    **********
    I emerge in a forest.
    It is dark, dreary.
    But his pelt seems to glow as I rush over to him.
    His wide shoulders gleam, his fur shines.
    Yet, he has done something horrible to the clans.
    But he doesn’t seem like that cat that he was back then today.
    **********
    When I wake up, Mallowfang is waiting for me.
    Mouse-brain tom. I told him to leave.
    He calls for his apprentice, Sandpaw.
    I call for mine, Snowwish.
    Together, we sit down and share a frog.
    My favorite.
    **********
    When I fall asleep, I come to the forest to get attacked.
    He rips open my throat. He says he never loved me.
    I feel the life draining out of me.
    I fell for his trick. I awaken.
    Mallowfang rushes up to me.
    The world goes dark. All because of Silverhawk.

    • My Submission for Foxstep’s Contest

      Hidden, Forbidden Love – By Oatpaw

      I sat atop a hill. My fur blew in the breeze.
      He sits beside me. Our pelts rest against each other.
      I feel the love going through every bone in my body.
      We are both alive, yet, he is dead.
      I walk in the light, he walks in the darkness.
      **********
      At the end of every night, I yearned to fall asleep.
      So I could go back to where I belong.
      Who I belong with.
      My clanmates drift asleep in their dens.
      But I stay wide awake. I grab a poppy seed.
      And then I fall asleep.
      **********
      I emerge in a forest.
      It is dark, dreary.
      But his pelt seems to glow as I rush over to him.
      His wide shoulders gleam, his fur shines.
      Yet, he has done something horrible to the clans.
      But he doesn’t seem like that cat that he was back then today.
      **********
      When I wake up, Mallowfang is waiting for me.
      Mouse-brain tom. I told him to leave.
      He calls for his apprentice, Sandpaw.
      I call for mine, Snowwish.
      Together, we sit down and share a frog.
      My favorite.
      **********
      When I fall asleep, I come to the forest to get attacked.
      He rips open my throat. He says he never loved me.
      I feel the life draining out of me.
      I fell for his trick. I awaken.
      Mallowfang rushes up to me.
      The world goes dark. All because of Silverhawk.

  • The Void of Truth (If Firestar never Joined ThunderClan #3)
    Chapter 2:
           Lichenscar and the others ran down the slope towards Twolegplace. They all stopped and scanned the area. “I don’t really like this place.” Bristlepaw muttered. Lichenscar rolled her blind eyes. “First, we need to find a camp for now.” Wetfoot purred. “Okay, Lichenscar and Dustclaw will work on a den, meanwhile, me and Wetfoot will investigate.” Bristlepaw mewed. Everyone nodded. Bristlepaw and Wetfoot walked towards an alley. Bristlepaw stepped on a glass shard and pulled his paw away. “Put your paw up.” Wetfoot commanded. Bristlepaw pulled his paw up. Wetfoot bit down on the glass with his teeth and pulled it out. Bristlepaw winced but didn’t say anything.
            “Oh look. Those are TigerClan cats.” a cat hissed. Bristlepaw flicked his ear and looked forward. A white and black tom leaped out of the shadows. “Bone.” Bristlepaw hissed. The white and black tom smiled. “You are correct Bristlepaw.” Rogues with bone-studded collars came out of the shadows and surrounded Bristlepaw and Wetfoot. “You don’t scare me, you filthy BloodClan cats!” Wetfoot growled, unsheathing his claws. Bristlepaw unsheathed his claws also. “Your Clan killed leader Scourge. For that you must pay!” Bone hissed. A rust colored tom with a green collar sat next to Bone. “Hello, Brick. Do you want to see these cats get mauled?” Bone growled. 
            BloodClan cats pinned down Wetfoot and Bristlepaw. Bristlepaw struggled, trying to get out of their grasp. Bone and Brick watched Bristlepaw and Wetfoot. Their eyes glimmered. “Your not getting away with this.” Bristlepaw growled. “I am already winning, Bristlepaw.” Bone hissed. Bristlepaw tried to swipe at Bone’s paw. Bone stepped back and sat with Brick. Claws of the BloodClan cats sunk into Bristlepaw and Wetfoot’s pelt. Wetfoot closed his blue eyes, not wanting to see the torment he would go through. Wetfoot’s gray pelt was now stained with blood. The gray tom didn’t move. Bristlepaw thought he was either dead, or playing dead so the BloodClan cats wouldn’t harm him more. BloodClan cats bit his neck. Wetfoot stopped breathing. A calico cat looked at him in horror.
         A silver she-cat with a purple collar clawed Bristlepaw’s back. Before she could land her next blow, Bristlepaw rolled away and got up. Bristlepaw shivered and then ran towards the place he left Lichenscar and Dustclaw. No cat followed him back. He spotted Lichenscar and ran towards her. “Lichenscar! BloodClan cats killed Wetfoot!” he yowled. “Shush. They might hear you and find our new den.” Lichenscar growled.

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    I am excited to see that BloodClan is back.

  • Chapter 3

    Dewpaw’s POV
    ——————————————————————————————————————————

    “Bring that honey to Eaglekit, and get a poppy seed to bring to Perchnose. It’s all we can do right now.” meowed Flowerwillow, sounding strained.

    Dewpaw took the honey and reached for a poppy seed. She wrapped up the honey, and was just leaving the den when Flowerwillow blocked her.

    “Dewpaw, that’s a nettle seed, not a poppy seed!” she snapped. “Where is your mind today?”

    “Sorry.” muttered Dewpaw, grabbing the right seed.

    Flowerwillow’s voice softened. “I’m sorry, Dewpaw. We’re both stressed right now. You’ll be fine.”

    Dewpaw took the honey to Eaglekit and the poppy seed to Perchnose. Perchnose was the only cat with whitecough, and the oldest cat to be sick. Whitecough was a bad enough sickness, but if it became greencough…

    Dewpaw told herself firmly to stop worrying. This was in the paws of StarClan now.

    She decided to make herself busy trying to find more herbs.

    “I can go look for more herbs, Flowerwillow.” she offered.

    Flowerwillow shook her head. “No. Dewpaw, you look asleep on your paws. Get some rest.”

    Dewpaw privately thought Flowerwillow looked more tired than she was, but she didn’t argue. She lay down in her nest and drifted off to sleep.

    She groaned with frustration when she realized she was dreaming. She was in the warm field she had woken up in every time she shared with StarClan.

    “Do not forget the prophecy.” an all too familiar meow filled the air.

    Dewpaw bristled when she realized it was Mudpool, but everything was already fading into blackness.

    She woke up to find the sun high in the overcast sky. She had slept until sunhigh! She jumped out of her nest and found Flowerwillow dividing up a few wilted leaves of tansy.

    “Flowerwillow- I’m sorry- I overslept.” she gasped.

    “It’s fine.” Flowerwillow murmured. “I let you sleep.”

    Flowerwillow yawned, her whiskers drooping. Dewpaw realized she must be getting even less sleep than her each night. She had been working tirelessly to find herbs and take care of all the sick cats.

    “You should get some sleep.” Dewpaw mewed. “I can take care of everything for a while.”

    Flowerwillow nodded. “I suppose you’re right. Give two leaves of that tansy to Mossberry, and one to Eaglekit. Oh, and our moss pile is wet again. Take one of the apprentices and go collect some more.”

    Dewpaw nodded and Flowerwillow went to her nest. She pulled apart the rest of the tansy, and delivered it to Perchnose and Eaglekit.

    “Hi, Dewpaw!” chirped Breezepaw when Dewpaw was almost back to the medicine den.

    Dewpaw groaned inwardly. Of the three apprentices to help her collect moss, the most annoying and hyper one had to be available.

    “Hi, Breezepaw. Are you free right now?” she meowed.

    “Yeah!” mewed Breezepaw.

    “Can you help me get moss?” asked Dewpaw.

    “Aww, collecting moss is a boring apprentice job!” she whined, no longer cheerful.

    “And you’re an apprentice.” meowed Dewpaw. “Look, it would be helping Flowerwillow if we went and got moss.”

    “Fine.” grumbled Breezepaw.

    The two apprentices went out into the forest, Dewpaw looking for dry moss and Breezepaw throwing up pawfuls of leaves.

    “Over here, Dewpaw!” meowed Breezepaw, under an oak tree.

    Dewpaw padded over to Breezepaw and pulled back a bush. She was surprised to find a good amount of dry moss beneath it.

    “Good job, Breezepaw.” she meowed. “Let’s carry all this back to camp.”

    The apprentices divided up the moss and tucked it under their chins. They hurried back to camp, and Dewpaw dropped all the moss into the pile by the medicine den.

    Huh, maybe Breezepaw isn’t so bad. Thought Dewpaw as she got back to work.

    Silverleaf’s POV
    ——————————————————————————————————————————

    “Oh, come on, you won’t get hurt.” growled Silverleaf as she persuaded Branchpaw to climb higher.

    The apprentices were practicing tree-climbing. Silverleaf had agreed to come with them, since she was one of the best tree-climbers in the Clan. Frostpaw and Breezepaw had already gotten to a branch pretty high up, but Branchpaw was being hesitant.

    “Come on, Branchpaw!” meowed Breezepaw. “Tree-climbing should be easy for you!”

    “Why?” asked Branchpaw, still not moving.

    “Because your name is Branchpaw!” laughed Breezepaw.

    “Not funny!” mewed Branchpaw.

    Silverleaf rolled her eyes and easily climbed to Branchpaw’s level.

    “Come on, Branchpaw. Just crouch and leap to the next branch!” she meowed.

    “You can do it, Branchpaw!” mewed Frostpaw encouragingly.

    Branchpaw leaped, digging his claws into the branch above and pulling himself up. He stood, looking down at Silverleaf, surprised.

    “Hey, I did it!” he mewed.

    “Yes, you did.” meowed Silverleaf. “Now everyone get down, your mentors want us all to go back to camp. And be careful, the branches are slippery!”

    Silverleaf carefully backed down the tree, keeping one eye on Branchpaw in case he got frightened again. Branchpaw was fine, and dropped to the ground with a soft thump. The two other apprentices also made it down, and Silverleaf dropped to the ground as well.

    The apprentices joined their mentors, and all the cats went back to camp. Silverleaf was going to her nest to take a rest, when Littleclaw came to her, looking rather apologetic.

    “I know you just got back from a training session, Silverleaf, but I need you for a hunting patrol.” he explained. “We’re short warriors since so many cats have been sick and coughing, and Flowerwillow will claw my ears off if I let any of them go out of camp.”

    Silverleaf nodded. “Ok.”

    Littleclaw and Silverleaf joined Streamshadow, the only other cat who could be spared.

    “The rain will cover up all the prey scents.” muttered Streamshadow.

    Silverleaf nodded. She concentrated on trying to find prey. She heard a mouse scuffling in the wet leaves, and dropped into the hunter’s crouch. She inched forward, and pounced, killing the mouse with one bite to the spine.

    “Nice catch!” called Littleclaw.

    Silverleaf dipped her head and buried her catch in the mud. She continued on, coming across a rabbit under a bush.

    That will feed all the kits and queens! She thought.

    She pounced, but snapped a twig, and the rabbit fled.

    “Fox-dung!” Silverleaf growled.

    “Bad luck.” mewed Streamshadow, coming up behind her. “Littleclaw wants us. There’s about to be more rain.”

    Silverleaf glanced at the sky. The black clouds were swollen with rain.

    Silverleaf and Streamshadow found Littleclaw, dug up their catch. Fat droplets of rain had started to pour from the sky, and the cats ran back to camp.

    Silverleaf surveyed the fresh-kill pile. With not enough cats to hunt and do border patrols, the fresh-kill pile was almost as empty as it was in leaf-bare.
    She shook her head. She could go without eating tonight. All the sick cats needed it more.

    She was going to climb into her nest to get warm and dry, but Dewpaw padded up to her, looking worried.

    “Silverleaf?” she mewed “We need to talk. In private.”
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    And chapter 3 is done 🙂 StreamClan is definitely having some problems right now. I hope you liked this chapter! 😀 As usual, feedback is greatly appreciated 🙂

    • Nice! Yikes, leaf-bare problems. I wonder what Dewpaw wants to talk about! XD

    • Yas! It’s finally here!
      Hmm… what was up with Mudpool?

      • No cat…. will ever know XD. Seriously, Mudpool is so unpredictable and strange 😛 In the prologue he gets yelled at by Bramblelily, then he kind of questions if he was right to tell Silverleaf and Dewpaw about the prophecy, then he goes and yells at Dewpaw to not forget about the prophecy 😛 I think Mudpool is a bit Goosefeather-ish

        • Like a Goosefeather combined with a mellowed out-ish Jayfeather?

  • I’m not sure if I posted this here earlyer, but here it is. Yet anouther odd one shot from me. You guys might find this story confusing or unrelatable, because it relates to some stuff I’ve gone through. Or you might just find it confusing simply due to the fact that, to be honest, I’m not the best of writers. But please give it a read and tell me watcha think. Feedback is always appreciated 🙂

    Just another surprise:

    Just another surprize

    It widens my eyes,

    That is all.

    Then I hear mother

    The agony, the rain overflowed from her mouth and eyes,

    Slumping in hopeless defeat.

    Her father is dead.

    I think of him now

    A grouchy face, a torn whisker that I never knew more than I had to.

    No emotions emerge.

    And I don’t know why.

    He was so close in relation

    But I feel no fear

    He was taken so sudden

    But I feel no anger

    He was the first cat I lost

    But I feel no loss

    Just another surprize.

    I feel for my mother.

    Her depressed spirit does not bring me joy.

    But how can I comfort her

    When I don’t feel what I am supposed to?

    What should I feel?

    It frustrates me,

    So They believe I am in morning and try to help me

    Slathering me in sticky sympathy I do not deserve.

    Now I feel like a thief, and a liar.

    Am I?

    Am I rotten?

    Am I evil,

    if I don’t feel?

    Questions churn my mind.

    And I feel nothing, nothing but frustration.

    A stiff body is drug into the center of camp.

    Mother tries to keep it warm,

    And I watch.

    Then They give me a nudge,

    They think they know what I feel.

    I see honey sweet sympathy drip from their eyes and mouths.

    Sympathy that should be my mothers.

    And I feel nothing, except like a worm.

    Like a dark secret afraid of discovery, I pad quickly over to the corps,

    And thrust my nose in fur I never knew.

    I feel like an interruption in something sacred.

    I feel like a foul insult.

    And all I can do Is hold my breath and hope mother doesn’t breath in my foul stench.

    I feel nothing, nothing but cold during the long ritual.

    Selfish Thoughts spin in my mind through this long night.

    I think of getting out of training, I think of stealing more sympathy

    “Worm!”

    I claw myself.

    But it doesn’t help.

    The vile, selfish thoughts haunt me all night long.

    Pressed up to the very dead cats fur.

    I know I shouldn’t, and I know it’s selfish,

    but it’s hard

    When you don’t care a whisker.

    Morning comes, I fell asleep.

    They say they understand, they say it’s good for me to rest.

    But guilt says something else.

    Time to take that smelly lump of cold furr to its final resting place.

    I am asked to help.

    And I cant refuse, my mother who asks.

    On the way I quietly listen to her tails of his greatness,

    And hope with all my life she won’t ask some from me.

    My mother is sad, I don’t want her to be sad,

    But I wish I was.

    I help dig a permanent nest for the cat I never knew,

    an odd feeling,

    Not a good one I’d have to say.

    The stiff form is pushed in, and then covered in dark, freshly turned earth.

    And I feel nothing.

    I walk back to camp, mother is inconsolable, tails droop.

    Cats evade looking me in the eyes, afraid of the sorrow they will imagine when they see me.

    I am not what they expect of me,

    But I can do nothing.

    I will not hurt my mother with the truth.

    But I will not hide it from myself,

    I know It’s selfish, it’s cold and it’s wrong

    But a once near cat lies dead in the ground.

    And I feel nothing, nothing at all.

    Just another surprize.

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