Warriors Fan Fiction Organization

Chapter1

A shaft of light from the soft morning sun shined through Matthew’s window and on to his bed. He stirred in his sleep as his cat plopped down on top of him.
“Meow.” the cat said to Matthew.
“Good morning Tiger.”he greeted his furry friend.
” I can’t wait to get to the campsite !” he told the tabby cat eagerly.
Not for the first time did Matthew notice the flicker of intelligence in the feline’s eyes.Matthew loved cats. Posters and detailed sketches of them hung around his room. Matthew grabbed his camping bag and headed out of the room. He got dressed and ate his breakfast. As he walked down the porch he thought about how his mom had finally allowed him to spend the break at the lake campsite by himself, he just couldn’t believe it. Apparently his mom had finally decided he was old enough or responsible enough after two years of asking. He watched the neighborhood cats play in the lawns. Before Matthew got into the car he reached down to pet one of the cats that had had come up to him. He jumped into the car while waiting the agonizing thirty minutes to get there. He watched the trees fly by the car in a blur until the car finally pulled up to his destination.
“Bye” his mom said before driving away. Matthew looked at the lake enjoying the peaceful view. He took his tent out of the bag and swiftly set it and everything else up along with it.
When he was done Matthew took a step back to admire his work.Then he looked around at the other campsites watching just about everyone there stay right next to their tent.
“One thing’s for sure,” Matthew told himself. ” I’m not staying at my tent like everyone else; I’m going exploring.” As soon as he finished settling his equipment he set out to do just that. In the woods he faced brambles and briers that scratched and tore at his feet. Yet these did not deter him for, he wasn’t like other people; when curiosity flickered inside him it quickly grew like a wildfire not easy to extinguish. As he continued along the trail he heard the brush quiver behind him. When he turned around no one was there however as he continued down the path his hairs stood on end. Soon his feet had carried carried him to a raging river that snaked across his path. He sat down on a large rock thinking that it was as good place as any to rest his feet and take a break. Suddenly out of one of the bushes a cat leaped out hissing . Matthew jumped in fright falling into the river and hitting his head.

Chapter 2

The river pushed him along though he was unaware since he was knocked out by the fall. Soon, Matthew washed ashore among oaks and beech trees. Lying there he slipped in and out of consciousness . He saw many shadows pass over him all of them were the faces of cats. When Matthew drifted asleep once more he woke up in a clearing where a cat with stars in its fur seemed to have waited for him.
“Who are you?” Matthew asked the cat that seemed to burn with an undying flame in his fur.
“I’m Firestar.” the cat said as if that explained everything.
“W-why am I here?” Matthew stammered for, he was baffled by the cat’s calmness.
“To give you a gift.” the mysterious cat said.
“What is it ?” Matthew asked his curiosity getting to the better of him.
“Understanding.” the cat said simply. Matthew began immediately to fade.
When his eyes opened his eyes and he sat up the first thing he noticed was a pair of cats sitting right next to him. As soon as Matthew woke up the smaller cat took off into the woods.The other cat’s fur was on end and he had his back arched.
“There’s no need to be afraid.” Matthew said gently. Then to his surprise the cat’s ears perked at his words.
“You speak my language!” the cat exclaimed. “You understand me.” Matthew said simultaneously.
“ How?” asked the cat.
“I guess it was the starry cat in my dream.” Matthew stated.
“His name was Firestar and I guess this was his gift.” “Firestar? Did you say firestar?” The cat gasped in amazement. Just then a group of cats pushed through the bushes to meet the cat the cat that stood beside Matthew.
“The twoleg kit is awake.” the cat reported
“According to it Firestar gave him the ability to communicate with us.” “The twoleg kit is awake.” the cat reported
“According to it Firestar gave him the ability to communicate with us.” The leader’s ears perked at the mention of the long dead leader of thunderclan. Then he turned towards the twoleg. “Is this true twoleg kit?” the cat asked Matthew. “Yes, he had stars in his fur!”Matthew said.
“Im Bramblestar, leader of thunderclan.” Bramble star said.
“Can you stop calling me a kit. I’m not a kit I’m in high school.” Matthew complained. The leader shot an amused glance towards his deputy who purred with laughter.
“How old are you then.” the leader asked.
“I’m fifteen and, I want to join you!”
“Join us?” Bramblestar asked.
“ Please, at least ‘til someone finds me.” Matthew pleaded. “ So your an apprentice. ” the leader asked finally.

Chapter 3

It has been a few days since Matthew joined thunderclan and since then the clan tried to make him feel comfortable however the raw food was making him sick.
“How are you doing?” the medicine cat Leafpool asked him.
“Not well.” Matthew admitted.
“Well I’ll be going to the moonpool soon.” she meowed in reply. As she passed by his nest Matthew wondered not for the first time what was at the moon pool. That night Matthew decided to follow the medicine cats to the moonpool. He swiftly walked through the forest silently until he reached the edge of the moor where he pressed himself to the ground. He inched forward through grass and heather following the medicine cats. When he climbed over the ridge he saw the medicine cats already asleep at the edge of the pool. Matthew got up and followed a worn path down to the magnificent pool of water. Under the moon he could see the footprints of ancient cats. Soon he sat down next to the sleeping medicine cats. Each medicine cats’ eyes flew open and every cat sitting there turned to look at the young twoleg. The medicine cats had shared dreams with starclan and knew what to do.
“Young twoleg,” Jayfeather started. “The clans need you.”
Matthew gasped. “You need me?”
Leafpool stepped forward. “Could you please wade into the moon pool?”
Matthew nodded his head and walked into the water. When he reached the center of the pool a narrow beam of moonlight reached down until the entire pool glowed and Matthew began to change. First he started to itch all over as fur sprouted from his skin. Then his face transformed itself into the muzzle of a cat and his ears creeped up the sides of his head. His fingers and toes melded together and formed paws. His legs changed shape and the sharp points of teeth sprouted from his jaws. All the while he shrank and patterns etched along his fur which now covered him. Then a tail sprouted from the base of his spine. Finally his senses sharpened and his clothes billowed around him. After the changes completed he passed out in front of the amazed medicine cats, for Matthew was now a cat.

Chapter 4

When Matthew woke up the sharp tang of herbs filled his nose. Then a revelation dawned upon him; he could smell everything. It wasn’t just his smell his hearing and sight had also improved. It seemed something was tickling his face when he woke up his whiskers twitched at this. My whiskers? He thought. Suddenly Matthew jumped out of his nest as the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. Just then Alderheart was coming into the medicine den with piles of herbs as Matthew zipped out of the den knocking the young cat over in the process. When Matthew stopped he realized he was inside the camp, previously he had not been allowed into the camp do his size. However now it appeared quite large. Then Bramblestar bounded across the clearing. To Matthew, Bramblestar seemed to tower above him now as most adults do.
“How are you doing?” the leader asked.
Despite being scared out of his fur he looked up at the leader and buried himself in the cat’s fur surprising himself as well as Bramblestar. “ I’m happy but Im so scared of what will become of me.” he mewed troubled and confused. All the cats gathered around him murmuring and shooting curious glances in his direction. “Congrats on your transformation !” the leader said warmly. Matthew looked down examining his paws and he twitched his tail testing it for the first time. Bramblestar watched the young cat an amused look on his face.
“Lionblaze!” the leader called. The senior warrior stepped forward and sat before his leader. “Yes?” Lionblaze asked his leader. “Why don’t you spend the day helping Matthew get used to his new body but there’s something I must do first.” Bramblestar stated.
Then the leader climbed up the highledge.
“Let all cats old enough to catch there pey gather beneath highledge for a clan meeting!” the leader called. The cats of Thunderclan gathered under the ledge that overlooked the clearing.
“As you all know the twoleg is now a cat and I have decided that he deserves a clan name!” the leader announced.
“ Until you’ve earned your warrior name you shall be known as Goldenpaw and his mentor will be Lionblaze.” The entire clan began to cheer his new name.
“Goldenpaw ! Goldenpaw !” Goldenpaw suddenly felt shy and licked his chest fur. Soon the cheering died down and Goldenpaw felt truly part of the clan. As a twoleg Goldenpaw had never felt like he belonged anywhere. When the clan dispersed Lionblaze called to him. “Yes Lionblaze?” he asked his mentor.
“ Bramblestar has asked me to spend the day helping you get used to your new body.” Lionblaze informed. “Ok?” Matthew said. They headed out of camp and into a clearing, before he had left Lionblaze asked Ivypool to join them.
Goldenpaw darted ahead of them and by the time they had caught up to him he was sitting and curiously watching himself twitch his whiskers. “ Is it fascinating?”Lionblaze asked his apprentice. “ Very.” goldenpaw replied distantly. Suddenly something poked his tail from behind and Goldenpaw flew several tail lengths off the ground. Ivypool,the one who scared him out of his fur, was dying with laughter and Lionbaze himself struggled to keep his composure. “It seems you have excellent reflexes.” Lionblaze said after a moment. Goldenpaw’s fur burnt with embarrassment. “Ok, see how your tail is twitching that shows you are annoyed with us.” Lionblaze said. When Goldenpaw looked down to his surprise his tail really was twitching. Suddenly Goldenpaw understood what they were doing.
“ When you are mad your fur stands on end as well. Now for words we use. Monsters are what twolegs ride in and thunderpaths are what monsters run on, twoleg nests are where twolegs live…” Lionblaze continued. When Lionblaze finished talking they headed back to camp. When everybody started eating Goldenpaw sat down and stared warily at the fresh-kill pile. Alderheart and Jayfeather came up behind him and he tensed expecting another trick. “You really need to eat.” Alderheart told him. “But then I’ll be sick again.” Goldenpaw said. Jayfeather grunted beside him. “Nonsense, I’m sure you will not be sick since last time your stomach wasn’t made for digesting such foods.” Jayfeather said in his forever nagging way.
Goldenpaw got up and walked over to the fresh-kill pile. He picked up a mouse and took it to the far side of the clearing where he sat and gulped it down.When Goldenpaw finished eating he went to the apprentice den and found an empty nest where he curled up and quickly fell asleep.

Chapter 5
The next day Goldenpaw felt determined to be the best apprentice he could be. As soon as Goldenpaw left the den he padded straight to his mentor and asked what they were doing that day. “Today you are checking the elders for ticks since i have to go on an urgent mission.” Lionblaze said. “Be sure to get the mouse bile from Jayfeather.” his mentor reminded him. When he went to the medicine den Jayfeather gave him a smelly wad of moss. “Ew,” Goldenpaw complained. “Why does it stink?” Goldenpaw asked. “Why don’t you stop asking mouse-brained questions?”
Jayfeather retorted. Goldenpaw slipped out of the medicine den and made his way over to the elders den. Almost as soon as he had entered the den he was called over by Graystripe who was complaining about Ticks in his fur. Goldenpaw immediately got to work dabbing the moss on the ticks until they dropped off. Soon as he was working the elder began to tell of the old forest and of great battles.
By the time Goldenpaw had finished he noticed that the sky had begun to streak with violet. As he was making his way across the clearing Bramblestar came up next to him and sat down. “How are you coming along in the clan? Are you comfortable?” the leader asked “I feel that I truly belong somewhere!” Goldenpaw exclaimed feeling happy. Bramblestar nodded in approval and walked to his den. When Lionblaze walked into camp that evening goldenpaw was the first to greet him. “Do you need me to do anything?” goldenpaw asked enthusiastic. “Not right now goldenpaw you should get some sleep.” he told his apprentice.

Chapter 6
The next day light filtered through the small holes in the den. “Come on. Today your finally going to learn to hunt!” Lionblaze called his head sticking through the den entrance. Goldenpaw sprung from his moss lined nest stepping on the tails and paws of his fellow apprentices on his way out. “Sorry!” he hissed silently as he disturbed the sleeping cats. “So I finally get to hunt?” he asked his mentor after making it out of the den. “Isn’t that what I said?” Lionblaze grunted in reply. The two cats made it across the clearing and walked past the bramble tunnel that was the entrance to the camp.
Once they were deep in the woods Lionblaze stopped and sat down. From there he instructed Goldenpaw on the hunting crouch, sneaking up on prey and pouncing. Occasionally throughout the training Lionblaze stopped him to comment on his posture or paw placement and so on. When Goldenpaw thought that it would go on forever Lionblaze said he was ready to hunt real prey. They padded further into the woods until they stopped in front of a large beech tree. “What do you smell?” Lionblaze asked the young apprentice. Goldenpaw closed his eyes and focused his nose on the swirling smells around him. “I smell squirrel and mice.” Goldenpaw reported. “That’s very good.” Lionblaze praised. “Now see if you can catch one.” Lionblaze said. Goldenpaw used the skills that Lionblaze taught him to catch a mouse after a few tries. Later that day Goldenpaw bounded into camp with the plump mouse proudly hanging from his jaws. The young apprentice padded across the clearing and placed his catch among the fresh-kill pile. Goldenpaw then grabbed a vole and took it to sit by himself. As he ate he listened to his mentor happily chat with the other warriors. When he was done eating his prey Lionblaze told Goldenpaw that he would be joining him on a border patrol so that he could familiarise himself with the other clan’s scents and borders. As he passed each territory in turn Goldenpaw sniffed the border markers and noted each scent. Every few tail lengths they stopped to make sure the border was secure and no cat had crossed the scent line. The entire time Lionblaze talked about the four clans, what they are known for and who were the current allies.
Then they padded back to camp to rest.
The next day they practiced offensive and defensive moves and other battle training.