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[image description: a black-and-white photo of a kitten sleeping in a cavity of a typewriter]
As she crossed the tree-bridge to the island, Dovewing felt both excited and anxious.
Excitement, because this was her kits’ first Gathering as apprentices, and her first Gathering in a very long time.
Anxious, because this was her first Gathering since joining ShadowClan.
How would ThunderClan react? She’d been back twice since leaving, but a Gathering was different. Coming to a Gathering with ShadowClan was like affirming she was a ShadowClan cat now. Which she was, but how would ThunderClan react?
She missed them, Ivypool most of all.
At least she and Ivypool had been able to talk when Dovewing had gone with the patrol to ThunderClan that time Puddleshine had been hurt. And she’d talked to Whitewing and Birchfall when they’d escorted her to ShadowClan territory-home,now-when she’d first been back. But everyone else…
Maybe Lionblaze would be here, so she could try to explain it all to him.
She just hoped Bumblestripe hadn’t been chosen to go to this Gathering. Things would be awkward enough as it was.
“Are you sure about this?” Tigerstar asked her. “ThunderClan…”
“It’ll be fine,” she told him, before he could finish saying what ThunderClan might or might not do. “It was fine when I went back those times, wasn’t it?” Well, not fine, maybe, but close enough.
Dovewing saw a glimmer of sympathy in Tigerstar’s eyes. “You’re hoping to see Ivypool, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes,” Dovewing admitted. “But she probably won’t be here, since her kits aren’t six moons old yet. Also, I want to see Whitewing and Birchfall.”
Tigerstar flicked his tail. “If any cat gives you trouble, let me know.”
He waited until she nodded, then raised his tail and led ShadowClan into the Gathering. ThunderClan, WindClan, and SkyClan were already there. Dovewing hesitated.
Then she noticed her kits were also hovering at the edge of the clearing.
“So many cats…” Lightpaw breathed. “Even more than the guardian cats!”
They were nervous, too.
“Come with me,” Dovewing offered. “I can-” I can what? Introduce them to my ex-Clanmates? Oh, they’ll be thrilled…”
Before she could finish whatever she was going to say-she wasn’t even sure herself-she heard a voice call her name.
“Dovewing!”
Whitewing pushed her way through the crowd of cats and pressed herself against Dovewing’s side. “You’re here!”
Dovewing leaned against her mother, breathing in her scent, feeling for a moment like she was a kit again and not a warrior responsible for her own choices. “I miss you,” she whispered.
“I miss you too,” Whitewing told her. “But-” she searched her daughter’s gaze inquisitively. “Are you happy in ShadowClan?”
Dovewing hesitated. Was she happy in ShadowClan?
She had Tigerstar.
And she had Pouncepaw and Lightpaw and Shadowpaw.
And she had friends, even- Berryheart, Cinnamonpaw, Cloverfoot, Tawnypelt.
Yes, she was happy in ShadowClan.
“Yes,” she told Whitewing confidentially. “Yes, I am.”
“Then if that’s what you feel is best for you-” Whitewing started.
She was interrupted by Pouncepaw and Lightpaw rolling over each other and crashing into her.
“Pouncepaw!” Dovewing hissed. “Lightpaw! What are you doing? This is a Gathering!”
What would Whitewing think?
“We were just play-fighting,” Pouncepaw grumbled. “It’s not like we jumped on some bossy ThunderClan cats or anything.”
Dovewing wished she had some long reeds or something to tie up Pouncepaw’s muzzle with. Her mother was right here.
To her relief though, Whitewing’s whiskers were twitching in amusement. “Do you remember me?” she asked the apprentices.
They regarded her for a moment. “I remember you.” Pouncepaw told her.
“Me too!” Lightpaw and Shadowpaw added at the same time, not about to let Pouncepaw take all the credit.
“I’m your mother’s mother.” Whitewing told them.
“We know,” Lightpaw meowed.
“Lightpaw!” Dovewing hissed. “Be polite!”
“I am!” Lightpaw protested.
“Is Ivypool here?” Dovewing asked her mother, ignoring for the moment the differences between her and her daughter’s definition of politeness.
Whitewing shook her head. “No, Thriftkit has a cough. Nothing serious, but she wanted to stay with her anyway. She told me to send you her greetings. Birchfall isn’t here either- he had a thorn in his pad earlier today and Leafpool told him to stay home, so as not to risk infection. He says hi, too.”
Dovewing nodded. So Ivypool sent her greetings… it was less than she’d hoped for, but more than she’d expected.
“Can you tell her… tell her I send my greetings too. And I love her. And I hope Thriftkit feels better. Tell Birchfall too. Except for the part about Thriftkit, I guess.” Oh, how she missed her family!
Shadowpaw nudged her. “Puddleshine’s waving his tail for me to come over. He said he would introduce me to the other medicine cats. Can I go?”
“By yourself?” Dovewing asked.
“It’s only a Gathering.” Lightpaw pointed out. “We’ve been much farther away than that. Shadowpaw especially.”
“True,” Dovewing admitted. But they were still so young…and in a Gathering full of full-blooded Clan cats…
“I’ll go with him.” Lightpaw offered. She turned to Pouncepaw. “Wanna come with us?”
Pouncepaw shook her head. “No, I think I’ll just watch for now.”
To their credit, neither Lightpaw nor Shadowpaw teased her for her hesitation.
“See you soon,” Lightpaw told her.
“Let’s go already!” Shadowpaw complained.
The two of them headed toward the other medicine cats.
“Be careful!” Dovewing called after them. “No fighting! Remember the rules!”
“It’s just a Gathering,” Whitewing told her gently. “There’s a time when you have to let your kits go.”
“I know,” Dovewing replied. “It’s just…”
“I know,” Whitewing told her, with a trace of sadness. She brushed her muzzle against Dovewing’s side.
After a few heartbeats, “Whitewing asked her, “Do you want to go share tongues with other cats? I can keep an eye on Pouncepaw.”
“I don’t need to be kept an eye on,” Pouncepaw objected, at the same time looking terrified at the the thought of being left alone among the Gathering.
“I know,” Whitewing told her,” But do you want to tell me how your training’s going?”
Pouncepaw’s eyes lit up. “Great! We learned this really cool move the other day. You have to move your paws like this…”
As Pouncepaw began to demonstrate, Dovewing quietly slipped away, feeling warm toward both her mother and her daughter.
She halted near a cluster of WindClan cats and looked around. Tigerstar was near the Great Oak, talking to Harestar and Mistystar- apparently, RiverClan had arrived. Shadowpaw was talking excitedly to Puddleshine and Alderheart. Nearby, Lightpaw had found a couple of RiverClan apprentices to chat with. Pouncepaw was showing Whitewing her best hunting moves.
Then she spotted Lionblaze talking with Crowfeather at the edge of the clearing. Instantly, all of her nervous feelings were back. It’ll be fine, she told herself. He was your mentor. It’ll be fine. He’ll understand. Or at least he’ll try to. He’s half-Clan himself…which is exactly why he’ll be upset! Okay, stop arguing with yourself and go talk to him.
She took a few steps forward, but was stopped by the sudden appearance of Jayfeather.
“Well?” He snapped.
“Well what?” Dovewing asked.
“What do you think?” Jayfeather hissed, lashing his tail. “Why? Why did you abandon us?”
“I didn’t abandon you,” Dovewing protested.
Jayfeather snorted. “You disappear one day, no message, no goodbye, no anything for moons, and then you come back and go to ShadowClan. It sure seems like you abandoned us.”
“Jayfeather-” Dovewing tried, futilely.
“We were the Three!” Jayfeather hissed. Despite being blind, his blue eyes bored into her as if he could see her soul.
Dovewing suppressed a shiver; she’d forgotten how eerie it was when he did that. Jayfeather no longer had the power to sense other cat’s emotions and memories, but it didn’t always feel like that.
“The Three!” He repeated. “Kin of your Kin! My brother was your mentor. How could you betray us like this? How could you change Clans?”
“Nowhere in the prophecy did it say ‘ThunderClan kin of your kin’ or anything like it,” Dovewing pointed out.
Jayfeather’s claws dug into the ground. “It was all but implied! Where else would Firestar’s kin be but in ThunderClan? After everything we’ve been through together…The Great Battle, the Dark Forest…How could you leave us?”
Dovewing realized that Jayfeather truly felt betrayed by her taking a mate from another Clan and later joining his Clan. But her fury got the better of her.
“Well, what I supposed to do?!” she snapped right back at him. “Leave my kits to grow up without a father?”
“They wouldn’t grow up without a father.” Jayfeather returned. “He seems pretty alive to me.”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” Dovewing hissed. “In different Clans, at best they’d see each other at Gatherings and any border patrols they happened to meet up on. They’d barely know him.”
“They were nearly four moons old when you came back,” Jayfeather pointed out. “They’d know him well enough. It’s been done before, you know.”
“What has?” Dovewing asked guardedly.
“Rejoining your Clan even after you became mates with a cat in another one. Bluestar did it, you know.”
“And that worked out so well for her,” Dovewing muttered. “Didn’t one of her kits die?”
“Even Leafpool went back to ThunderClan!” Jayfeather hissed, teeth bared, apparently using this case as a last resort.
“Exactly,” Dovewing told him. “Exactly.”
“What do you mean?” Jayfeather asked.
“You hate Crowfeather.” she told him. Forgetting that he couldn’t see for a moment, she flicked her tail in the direction of Lionblaze and Crowfeather’s conversation, which Jayfeather had made no attempt to join. “I want my kits to grow up knowing their father, and loving him. Not like you.”
She turned and walked back to the ShadowClan cats with her head held high, leaving Jayfeather staring after her, almost as if he could see her, with the oddest expression on his face.
This is really good.
Thank you!
Now this is good ^^
Thank you!
Love it!
Walk Without The StarsThanks!
Crowfeather copes with Leafpool’s death.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26582371
Warriors High!
This story is about well, warrior cats as human, going to school like normal people, like me! Lol, just kidding, I’m not normal… I don’t know who to match the characters with though.. I’m probably going to match them with my ships… My oc’s will be there.
Sneak peak for the a chapter coming in the future!
“Well, someone’s going to die today.” Mel grinned, fingering the trigger. Ivy narrowed her eyes, “and that ‘someone’ is you.” Then, there was a bang and a scream.
Dove’s (Dovewing) pov:
I. Can’t. Wait! Today is the first day of school. I’m not nervous, just excited! I threw the lame clothes aside, making a mess. I squealed when I found a cute outfit, a short-sleeved shirt colored in pale yellow and a white jacket, not thick. Ooh, also gray-blue jeans. Amazing. I put on my black and white sandals on, grabbing my Clara Crossbody purse. I took my sunglasses and but them on my head, as I walked out of my bedroom door, I smiled, High School here I come!
Jay’s (Jayfeather, he’s not blind in here) pov:
I wake up by Holly yelling to get ready for high school. “Great. Another boring day.” I muttered. “GUYSSSSSS!!! WE’RE GONNA MISS THE BUSSSSS!!!!!!” She shouted. I hear Leo saying he hates the bus from his room, I trudged to my closet, put on a light blue shirt saying ‘no’ and black jeans. I wash my face, then i run downstairs, where Lia laughed as Chris tickled her. “S-Stop.” She giggled. Leo blushed at there child like behavior, Holly rolled her eyes, and I just simply ignored everyone. Grabbing a toasted bagel and my bag, I run outside to the bus stop. As usual, I wait for Briar (I don’t know if I’m going to make them a couple, right now they’re friends, i will forever ship briarfeather, but I’m not sure if I should make them a couple…)
Briar’s (Briarlight, also since I forgot she was paralyzed, I’m just going to say she has legs) pov:
I skipped to the bus. “Hey, Jay!” I chirped. Jay grunted, I’m used to his grumpiness. I hugged him, he’s always grumpy in the mornings. I see a white-haired girl staring at me and Jay, jealous. Hmm. “Hi!” I wave over to the girl. She looked surprised for a minute, then she slowly walks over to us. “Er.. Hi.” She looked down. “Hey! I’m Briar. This is Jay.” I pointed to the black-gray haired teen. He looked bored, but I could tell there was interest in his blind eyes. “I-I’m Hallie.” She bit her lip. “Nice to meet you!” I said, as the bus came and the awkward silence broke, as me and Jay get on, Hallie trailing behind.
This took a long time! Chapter two’ll come out tomorrow, at least I hope… BTW, Lia is Leafpool, Chris is Crowfeather, Leo is Lionblaze, Holly is Hollyleaf, and Hallie is Half Moon. Eh, I suck at making fanfics
half moon doesn’t seem like the jealous type 😛
I also liked the way you voiced Dovewing, very excited and upbeat
Yeah, I was going to make it willowshine, but I changed my mind, I didn’t really want dovewing to be all, sassy and cute chick, so I made her into this excited girl!
This is precious ^^
Thanks 😀
omg why did i burst out laughing realizing crowfeather is called chris? looooool
I know right? XD
HAAHAHAHAHA this is sooo good! Nice writing. I love how you characterized everyone
thanks!!
Heres a smol part of Chapter 4 where Shinepaw is touring the territory :3
[spoiler title=”Dis a smol blurb”] “No, you smell worse. Much worse.” A voice full of contempt joined in their conversation. Two sleek warriors padded out from behind a bush.
“Bringing your kit-warriors out?” An orange-red cat sneered.
Thornfeather dipped his head at the CloudClan patrol. “Stingclaw, Branchhail. You are very low, to insult an apprentice on their first day out.”
Shinepaw bared his teeth. “You don’t scare us!” Streampaw and Pigeonpaw stood shoulder to shoulder with Shinepaw. Stingclaw drew closer and towered over Shinepaw, teeth bared. His breath smelled like crow-food.
“Oh, really?”
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I honestly was sad when I wrote this lol
[spoiler title=”Flowerpool is happy :)”] Flowerpool poked her head out of the nursery and yawned. Dustkit turned and landed a soft blow on his mother’s head.
Flowerpool drew back in fake shock, and sprang on her kits. Shinepaw watched the happy family play, and with a pang remembered how he used to play like that, with his littermates, Vinewing, and Hillheart.
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Hey!
I’ve always loved writing (my parents love it too–it’s probably genetic), so I hope you enjoy this fanfic!
Prologue
“I can’t live like this.”
“How can you leave me?”
The kit opened his eyes to see his parents glaring at each other, tails lashing and flanks heaving.
“I can’t live like this.” His father repeated.
“You mange-ridden, no-good excuse for a cat! You’re no better than Joel!” His mother growled.
“I need to find myself.” His father shifted his paws and started to back away.
“Then maybe this can help you find yourself.” His mother lifted her claw and slashed his father’s face.
As blood dripped from his father’s muzzle, he turned and ran through the rainy night, tail tucked between his legs.
“That’s right! Go and run, you fox-hearted piece of mouse dung!”
His mother kept howling through the rain until her voice was scratchy and raw. Then, she curled up beside her kits.
“Mama?” The tom-kit pawed his mother. “Where’s that tom going?”
“Far away.” The mother told him. “And pray that he never comes back.”
The she-kit tucked her nose under her paw. “Will you take care of me?”
“Of course, little one.” The mother licked her kits’ ears. “I’ll always be there for you.”
Chapter 1
The kit bit back his tongue. He was hungry and cold, but he trudged on through the dim alleyways, shivering fiercely.
In the days since his father had left and his sister disappeared, the kit and his mother were wandering the alleyways of Twolegplace aimlessly, pressing against each other for warmth and trying desperately to get even a morsel of food. The mother had no milk, because she was starving, and the kit had no food, because the mother had no milk. The days dragged on and on.
The mother glanced down at her kit. “We have no choice.” She told him. “We must go and seek shelter from the Clans.”
“What’s a Clan?” The kit burst out. “Is it food?”
“It is a source of food.” The mother mewed, and picked up the kit by his scruff. “Come on, we’ll travel faster this way.”
Swinging from his mother’s jaws, the kit spotted many more alleyways and Twoleg nests before they broke from Twolegplace and waited at a rushing river.
Beyond the river, a giant forest loomed. On the left side of the river, a moor rose and fell. More small streams and rivers littered the ground like prey.
The kit opened his jaws to mew and caught a strong, fishy scent.
His mother stiffened. “RiverClan.” She growled. “I suppose they must take us in.”
Three cats leaped across the river and stopped in front of the kit and his mother. “Get off of our land.”
The mother lowered her head. “Please help us.” She rumbled. “My kit and I have been turned away by our mate, and we have nowhere to go. Please, will you take us in?”
One of the cats, a silver and gray tom, hissed at the mother. “We want nothing to do with rogues.” He lifted a claw. “If you want, we can let you feel our teeth in your scruff.”
Another cat, a brown tabby she-cat, slapped her tail over the tom’s mouth. “Back off, Ripplewater.” She turned to the pair of cats. “Of course we will help you. My name’s Cedarshine, this is Ripplewater, and that’s Mistfall.” She pointed to a long legged blue-gray she-cat, who dipped her head in a greeting. Ripplewater grunted and turned away.
Cedarshine beckoned the cats. “Come on, we’ll take you to our camp. Duskstar will be happy to have you.”
The mother and her kit followed behind the Clan cats as they leaped the river and crossed a path of stepping-stones across a different one. The kit looked ahead to see a clearing sheltered by reeds. A few dens were shoved against a falling tree, and the mewing of cats rang in his ears.
A cream-and-white tom looked up from eating a fish with a light brown tabby. A white tom bounded across the camp to his friend, a dark gray striped cat. The cats of RiverClan stood watching as Cedarshine led them into a soft-looking den.
“Duskstar.” She dipped her head to a powerful brown tabby tom, who loomed over the rest of the cats. “I found these two rogues on the border and brought them here. I suggest we take them in. The warrior code says we must not turn away a kit in trouble, and this kit is close to death.”
Ripplewater pushed into the den. “I disagree. I think they should be thrown out with a fish. They can survive on that.”
Cedershine turned on her Clanmate. “You would commend a kit to death?”
“They’re not Clanborn.” Ripplewater spat. “Why should we help them?”
“I can’t help where I’m born.” The kit burst out. “If you were going to die tomorrow, and your Clan threw you out, why bother to use the same argument?”
The den was silent. Then Duskstar started purring. “You have the heart of a warrior, young kit. Move them into the nursery. Make sure they have a soft nest and something to eat.” He ordered Ripplewater.
Ripplewater lashed his tail but slipped out of the den and chose a fish from a pile. Then he padded behind the camp.
“Off to fetch some moss.” Duskstar explained. “He might be a stupid furball sometimes, but he would defend his Clan to the death if he had to.”
The kit’s mother flicked her tail. “Thank you, Duskstar.” She avoided the RiverClan leader’s gaze.
“Go and meet your new denmates.” Duskstar urged them. “Get some rest and something to eat, and then we will perform a naming ceremony, if you wish it. What’s your name?” He asked the kit’s mother.
“Flame.” She told him.
“Flame…” Duskstar thought out loud.
Flame picked up her kit and padded out of the den. “Go meet your fellow kits.” She ordered. “I need to catch up with some cats.”
The kit scurried away towards the mewing of kits. He poked his head inside the den.
“Hey! You’re the kit who just got here!” A kit squealed.
“Kits, go outside.” A weary cat told them. Squeaking excitedly, six kits rolled out of the den.
“I’m Splashkit.” A blue-gray tom introduced himself. “My littermates are Eaglekit and Ravenkit.” He pointed first at a brown tom-kit with a white face, and then at a black she-kit.
“Hi!” Another kit, a white she-cat, bounced up to him. “I’m Wavekit, and my littermates are Vinekit and Dawnkit.” She flicked her tail at a brown she-kit and a cream she-kit. “What’s your name?”
The kit froze. Flame had never given him a name. Possibilities flashed in his mind.
“Er…I don’t know.” The kit admitted.
“Then how old are you?”
“I’m a quarter moon old.” The kit puffed out his chest.
“That’s how old me and my siblings are, too!” Splashkit told him. “We’ll get to grow up together.”
“That’s great.” The kit mewed. “How old are you?” He asked Wavekit.
“My siblings and I are three moons old.” She purred. “We’ll get to teach you a lot of fun stuff!”
Vinekit bounded over to them. “Hi.” She mewed. Then she jerked her head up. “Look! Duskstar’s standing on Cloudrock. It must be important.”
Dawnkit flicked her sister’s ear with her tail. “Maybe Slickpaw and Strikepaw will get their warrior names.” She suggested.
“What’s a warrior?” The kit asked.
“Ripplewater and Mistfall are warriors.” Splashkit explained. “They hunt, fight, and care for the Clan.”
“Oh.” The kit turned and faced the Cloudrock. The cats gathered around the rock, looking up at the muscular tom.
“Leaf-bare has not been especially kind.” Emeberstar raised a forepaw. “But we will grow stronger with the promise of new warriors. Flame and her kit, step forward.”
The kit joined Flame and together they leaped up on top of the rock to join Duskstar.
“Flame, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”
“I do.” Flame’s gaze bored into Duskstar’s.
“From this moment on, you shall be known as Flamerunner. StarClan admires your intelligence and bravery, and we welcome you as a full warrior of RiverClan.” Duskstar rested his muzzle on her head, and Flamerunner hesitated before licking his shoulder.
Duskstar beckoned the kit forward with a flick of his tail. “Come here, little kit.”
“This kit has lived a very hard life.” Duskstar rumbled. “It’s father left him to die, and he has gone days without getting a single lick of milk. But he has survived. So wear your new name with pride, little one.
“From this day forward, you shall be known as Blazekit, for the blaze that brought you to life.” His eye caught Flamerunner’s. Was she the blaze he was talking about?
The Clan was silent until Slickpaw stood up and yowled, “Blazekit! Flamerunner! Blazekit! Flamerunner!”
One by one, the cats of RiverClan joined in. “Blazekit! Flamerunner!”
Blazekit looked at his mother. She gazed out at the sea of faces nonchalantly, but Blazekit could see that deep down, she was pleased to be part of the Clan.
“Blazekit.” He meowed. “I am Blazekit.”
wait… theres 2 leaders? theres like an emberstar and a duskstar…
And the ending is like when Crookedkit’s name gets changed lol
Yeah I based my story off of Crookedstar’s Promise.
Also Emberstar was my old name for the leader–the leader of RiverClan is Duskstar. Sorry!
The way you wrote Blazekit is just too perfect <3
What do you mean by that? Anyway, he’s gonna screw up SOOOOO bad really soon so don’t worry.
Either i nailed that reply or I screwed it up soo bad
This is a great story. (I also love your siggie)
Thanks 🙂 tell me if you want me to post more
If you want to write more that would be cool.
Okay, imma do this for fun. This is Blackflurrys’ backstory!
“You killed her!” The screech ripped through the air as Maplestar glared at her. “Killed who?” Blackflurry asked, confused. Who died? “You killed the deputy of CloudClan!” Maplestar moved out of the way to show a limp bundle of brown-and-white fur. “Spottedheart!” She gasped and ran to her, burying her nose in Spottedhearts’ cold fur, inhaling her friends scent. Mudstone snarled at her. “Get away from her, murderer!” He leaped, wounding her short leg, her side. She hissed with pain as Mudstones’ claw nicked her ear as she rolled away. But, she wasn’t free. Lilyshine snapped at her tail and Blackflurry yelped. Blackflurry leaped to her paws, light gray-and-black pelt bristling. She cast her amber and blue gaze around CloudClans’ camp. “I didn’t do it!” She snarled. “Why would I kill my best friend?”
“Who knows why?” A low snarl echoed through the camp. Everyone’s eyes went to Darkwhisker. The black tom bushed his fur up, and he looked twice his size. He stalked toward Blackflurry. Chills went down her spine as she looked at him. Triumph glinted in his gaze, only for a moment. She then knew the truth. Darkwhisker killed Spottedheart. She started to back away, fast, stumbling, unbalanced. She fell on the ground with a “Oof!”
The clan gathered around her. Stonefang spat in her face. Leaffall pushed her way to her side, lashing out at the other cats. “She didn’t do it! Leave her alone!”
“Where were you when Spottedheart was killed?” Maplestar asked. “I was hunting, with Blackflurry!” Maplestar whirled on her. “Is that true?” She asked, suspicion on her face. “Yes! I was!” A loud yowl came from the back. “Exile her!” The crowd cleared enough to let Blackflurry stand up. Leaffall helped her up. The yowl was taken up by the rest of the clan. “Exile her! Exile her!” Blackflurry ran in a haze of fear, and claws raked down her side as she fled. She raced out of the camp. “Stay safe!” She heard Leaffall’s cry fade away as she got further and further from her mountain home. She could hear the clan, hard on her heels. Blackflurry managed to lose them in the woods at the bottom of the mountain. She found a gorse bush and collapsed under the bush. Prickles jabbed into her side, but she was too tired to care. She fell into a deep sleep.
Morning came. She opened her eyes. Blackflurry knew she couldn’t stay here. She got up, looked at her shorter leg, flexed it, and started to walk toward the rising sun. She knew there were other clans out there, somewhere. All Blackflurry had to do was find them.
Plz dont judge ik its bad 🙁
Okay, does no body like this?
My friend said: “Technically all stories you make up in your head are fanfiction.”
Do you find Firestar being super unrelatable? Ready for a polar opposite? I was. So I wrote a book.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/229520703-girl-gone-viral
If Warriors cats were Wings of Fire dragons during the events of Veil of Shadows:
Crowfeather couldn’t hold it in any longer. He shifted his wings, black scales rustling. If NightWings could shoot fire through their eyes, Jayfeather would be dead by now.
“I can’t believe any offspring of mine could be this stupid,” he hissed.
Jayfeather’s forked tongue snaked out.
“Okay, okay,” Squirrelflight said, bustling in. Her red scales shimmered in the light. Crowfeather could hear the fire warming in the back of her throat. He looked away, around the exiles’ camp.
It had been two days, and half the camp was charred already. Mostly that was because of Jayfeather, but Crowfeather was partly to blame as well.
“Stay out of it,” Jayfeather snarled. “Leave her alone.”
Before Crowfeather could process it, a few trees were ablaze and then put out quickly by a RiverClan IceWing.
“This will never work,” Squirrelflight sighed, walking away
Warrior high! Chapter 2! Today I got to meet Andrea Mancini, who wrote To Catch A Hug, on zoom. I had this big test and I’m finally done, so this chapter might be a little sloppy…
Cindy (Cinderheart) pov:
I run to my class and I slam right into my boyfriend, Leo. Nice, Cindy. “Mrhmm.” I murmured. “Hey, you okay?” Leo asked, concerned. He’s probably worried that I had another panic attack. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” I whispered. He grabs my arm, gently. “Calm down.” I do what he says, breathing in and out. “Thanks.” I said, grateful I have him. “Ok, I gotta go, call me if you need me.” He waves and runs to the gym. I run to my next class, science with Mrs. Stahl. Awww, why is science a thing? Whoever made it should die in a pit. (relatable) I skid to a stop at the entrance and walk in.
Not the best….
Faith’s (Frostcrystal, me!) pov:
I tilt my head at my new school. Warriors High school.. It sounds…odd. I shake my head and turn around at my friends, who were “transferring” to this school with me. “Well this is it.” Genevieve muttered. “This isn’t such a big deal, I guess.” Summer said. “Ok, lets go in. And remember, don’t get too attached, if we do, we’re breaking the first rule. ” I narrowed my eyes and opened the doors. Everyone nodded and turned there face hard. We will succeed.
Hmmmm, what are they talking about??? Maybe you’ll know in the future, heres a sneak peak for an upcoming chapter.
“W-What?” Briar took a step back. Faith sighed. “Yes, they’re you guys.”
Short…
leo is sweeet
yep!
im starting a wings of fire/warriors/elements (one of my fanfics) crossover! I’m going to try to make the first chapter tomorrow!
Prologue
The ThunderClan camp lay still and quiet under the sliver of moon that hung high above in the star-spangled sky. The only audible sounds were the wind in the leaves high above the clearing and the faint breathing of sleeping cats.
Until the peace was shattered.
A tom rushed into camp, dark fur and pale markings blurring with the leaf-bare night. A queen followed, both cats carrying tiny, squirming kits in their jaws while a third stumbled along beside them. The tom was the first to set his cargo gently on the paw-worn clearing floor, nudging the little bundle towards his mother and siblings before turning his attention to the stillness before him, broken now by the mewling cries of his distressed charges.
“Burrstar! I must speak with you!” His yowl rang through the camp, echoing back in the form of the grumbling of disgruntled sleepers rousing themselves from their warm nests. Cats padded out of their dens, bleary-eyed, and inquisitive kits peered out of the nursery from behind their mother’s legs. A stocky, sleek tortoiseshell she-cat padded out of the den in the rocks across from the bramble tunnel, her bright amber eyes lighting with fury as her gaze found the cats who had disturbed her slumber.
“What is the meaning of this?” Burrstar snarled, flicking her tail pointedly at the cats huddled behind the warrior. Crowbounce laid his ears back apologetically, then beckoned the she-cat behind him forward. She stepped next to the gray-and-white warrior and Burrstar bristled, ears flat and tail lashing.
“I am Shiver, a loner who has often found shelter in your territory,” she began, her voice smooth and quiet. “I found good company in Crowbounce, and we have grown close over the moons. I stand before you tonight because we have agreed that the safest place for our family to grow is here, in ThunderClan.” The gathered cats erupted in shocked murmurs, and the leader recoiled from the silver loner in disgust.
“This is a mistake! No true ThunderClan warrior would knowingly betray his Clan in such a way,” Burrstar spat, lashing her tail. Her suspicious glare was thrown on Crowbounce, who met her amber eyes unflinchingly.
“Maybe not, Burrstar.” He turned and pulled one of the kits forward gently. The tiny she-kit’s pelt resembled Crowbounce’s own in almost a mirror image, albeit a slightly paler gray. The tortoiseshell she-cat’s eyes widened with shock and rage, her lip curled back in disgust. A golden-brown tabby tom padded forward, his eyes swirling with conflicting emotions.
“You know full well that you have broken the warrior code, Crowbounce. On top of that, you know that leaf-fall of all seasons is no time to be bringing in more mouths to feed. Leaf-bare is approaching all too soon, and we will not have enough prey to feed the Clan with three new kits and an extra queen,” he mewed softly, gesturing to the kits who, still crying, now huddled shivering around their mother. Crowbounce opened his mouth to speak, but Burrstar cut him off.
“Which is why,” she began, her demeanor cold and unyielding, “we will not be taking any more cats in. In fact, our Clan will benefit this leaf-bare, as we shall now have one less mouth to feed.” She glared coldly down her muzzle at the warrior and his mate, raising a paw with claws unsheathed to point at the bramble tunnel. “Yellowbird, please take a patrol and escort these five loners from ThunderClan territory, and ensure they do not return. From now on, Crowbounce is no longer a warrior of ThunderClan, and nor will any of his family be welcomed here,” she mewed to the golden-brown tom beside her, flicking her tail. Yellowbird’s eyes widened, and he looked between his leader and the shivering family before him.
“Y-you can’t be serious, Burrstar! These are young kits- they’ll die in a heartbeat without protection from the elements,” the tom stammered. Shiver crouched menacingly, glaring at Burrstar with unbridled rage as Crowbounce merely flattened his ears and attempted to hush his crying kits. Burrstar cuffed Yellowbird hard over the ear with a sheathed paw, snarling.
“I expect nothing but complete obedience from my deputy, Yellowbird. A leader’s word is law. Take two others and escort these cats from the territory immediately, or the next blow won’t be so softened,” she hissed as the deputy flinched away from her, laying his ears back in fear. He sighed, looking up sorrowfully at Crowbounce and Shiver, then turning to his Clanmates.
“Hickorytail, Frostpaw- please come with me,” he mewed, his tone subdued. The three cats stepped forward and leaned down to scoop up the kits, but Shiver wildly flailed her claws at their muzzles with a yowl of rage.
“You would turn away a mother and her kits? They’ll starve! They’ll never survive outside of Clan territory, Burrstar, and their blood will solely be on your paws,” the silver queen snarled, lashing out with one paw to slash at the leader’s ear. Crowbounce knocked her back before she could reach Burrstar, however, and he gave her a look before turning back to the tortoiseshell.
“This is not the last you will see of us, Burrstar. You will regret the choices you made today,” he mewed in a low, menacing tone, his blue eyes mere slits upon his face. With that, he laid his tail on his mate’s back to guide her as the patrol gently picked up each of their kits and padded away through the bramble tunnel. The cats in the clearing, still bewildered and murmuring among themselves, began to trickle back into their dens at a sharp glace from Burrstar, who sat triumphantly in the center of the clearing. She stared after the retreating patrol for a moment before turning her back on them for what seemed like the last time as the light of Silverpelt became shrouded in suffocating black clouds.
Awe yeah bay bee, it’s the prologue of Scattered B) Hope you like it! Let me know what you think Crowbounce was threatening!
Supernova
Story by Leafsky (Original)
The girl floated around her star, casually fiddling with her black hair filled with tiny stars. Suddenly, she felt a tug in her stomach. She glanced at her star. Her once yellowish orangish star was changing colors very slowly. For her kind, star spirits, their star was their life source. Also, time moved much, much faster for them, since they had a long lifespan. She was old, sure; but she didn’t know when her star would turn into a white dwarf star.
“Oh, no.” The girl murmured. “Not good. Not good at all.” Her star’s glow was turning red, and it was slowly but surely starting to balloon up. The girl floated over to the star next to her, and she murmured,
“Hey, uh… we need to talk.” Another star spirit appeared in front of her, and their eyes narrowed.
“What.”
“My star has, er… ended it’s… main phase.” The star spirit stared at her in disbelief.
“No way. Tell me you’re lying.” After a moment, the other star spirit floated towards the girl and gave her a hug.
“I hope that it turns into a stellar nursery so you have a change to regenerate,” The other star spirit murmured. “You just have to wait, now, I suppose.” Suddenly the girl perked up. The tug in her stomach got stronger. The girl glanced behind her at her star, and was horrified at what she saw. Her star was expanding at ten times the pace, and it was closing in on them and the other star spirit’s star.
“No, no, no,” The girl moaned, floating around in circles, panicked. “I feared this would happen. It’s very rare, but-”
“It happened to X 100,000 years ago,” The other star spirit pointed out. “His star ballooned up and exploded into a black hole when his star was ending his main phase. 20 stars were lost to it. X became a black hole spirit, as what we now call it. He went in and it’s forever open-” The other star spirit suddenly started to crumble. Pieces flaked off her feet, and she stared at the girl desperately.
“If we go down, we go down together,” The girl murmured. She tensed her fingers. The other star spirit’s eyes widened.
“No. Don’t. If you do, it’ll most likely turn you and your star into-”
“I know,” The girl said sadly. “But remember me.” The girl snapped her fingers and her star exploded outwards and then sucked itself in, turning smaller and smaller by the second. The girl couldn’t hold back anymore. She floated aimlessly, pulled towards the black hole, eyes dull. Her body floated into the hole, and it pulsed, emitting a purple glow. Suddenly something happened that shook the other star spirit to the core. The black hole closed, and where the girl’s star originally was, was empty space.
:C
Apple and the Hawk: a hawkfrost and apple fanfiction
chapter two: Apple’s POV
“Two mice for the she-cat!” a tom on the scrap-can yowled, his yellow fangs gleaming.
Apple was pinned down by a huge tabby, they were selling her, they did it to all cats who didn’t live with a group.
“One word! Fire. Works!” a random cat blurted.
“that’s two words, idiot!” another hissed.
“Five rats for the she-cat that smells like a dog’s rear!” yowled another tom, and the others cackled.
“That is an outrageous lie! I’ll have you know i smell the best out of all of you pongy rouges!” Apple hissed.
“I’ll take her off your paws for a fish” mewed a dark brown tabby at the entrance of the Alley. Hawkfrost! Apple thought happily.
she leaped up, kicking the tabby that had her pinned down with her hind legs. she ran out the alley while Hawkfrost threw the fish across it to the rouges.
The two raced through a thunderpath, breathing heavily,
“How did you find me?” she asked Hawkfrost, eyes wide.
“Im a warrior” He answered proudly.
“Wow” she mewed, unimpressed, as she licked a wound on her shoulder.
“does it hurt?” he asked her, looking genuinely worried.
She purred, heart melting at the way he was looking at her- then she shook her head- no time for romancing Apple! she scolded herself mentally.
“nah its fine” she mewed. She spotted a mouse scurrying near a scrap-can and leaped, killing it with one bite. Hawkfrost blinked, looking impressed.
“i didn’t know loners could know warrior moves!” he mewed.
“oh so i feed myself by eating two-leg food?” she mewed scathingly. “I’m not a plump, merry kittypet!” she mewed indignantly, her Flame-point ears flat.
“Sorry, sorry” Hawkfrost purred, whiskers trembling with amusement.
Apple sniffed her fur, she tipped her head down to her chest fur, sniffing it.
“do i smell?” she asked self-consciously, after remembering the tom’s remark.
“Not of anything unpleasant” Hawkfrost told her, “Why?” he asked.
“oh nothing” she mewed quickly, I don’t need a tom to sort out my battles,
“okay…” Hawkfrost mewed slowly. “well, I was wondering…” he started nervously.
“yeah?” she interrupted curiously.
“would you like to join Riverclan?” he mewed, “Please?” he added pleadingly.
Wow! Really? She thought excitedly.
“Wow! Of course! Am I allowed?” she asked.
Hawkfrost drooped. “ill have to ask my leader first,” he mewed.
Disappointment filled her, and anger too.
“why don’t you do that before you invite a cat into your clan?” she snapped and stalked away.
He followed, “Apple! Calm down- she’ll probably let you!” he mewed, running to keep the pace.
“probably isn’t good enough! Go home Hawkfrost- I can fight my own battles!” she snarled and ran away from the tom.
“Apple! Chill out!” Hawkfrost yowled, trying to catch up to her.
Chapter three: Hawkfrost’s POV
Hawkfrost watched the flame-point run off, until she became a blur.
“I’ll show her!” he hissed.
It wasn’t going to work out anyway! The voice in his head sneered.
“shut up” Hawkfrost mumbled.
See? No wonder you have no mate! The voice cackled, they all run that’s for sure- but not to you!!
“I said Shut UP!” Hawkfrost yowled. A passing kittypet blinked at him. Its friend put a paw to his head, mouthing;
“he’s Mad In the head, that one”
Hawkfrost lashed his tail angrily.
“no cat treats me like that- even Apple” he mumbled.
He walked to his clan, tail drooping. “hello” he mewed to his sister, mothwing.
“sick, are we?” she mewed, sniffing his pelt.
“nah just tired” he mewed, faking a yawn. More like depressed, he thought bitterly.
“oh- ill give you some poppy seeds” she mewed, and went to her herb stocks.
I can’t believe ill live the rest of my life single. That’s just sad. Hello darkness.
“here swallow” Mothwing mewed, and gave him poppy seeds.
He gulped the tiny round seeds, “thanks” he mewed, starting to feel drowsy.
“how many did you give me?” he joked as he staggered across camp to the warrior’s den.
He curled in his nest, watching the other cats. Petalfur was curled up with Mallownose, the pair snoring gently. Those two are closer than a snail and its shell!
He yawned sleepily and curled up.
Apple curled around him, her flame-point tail curled around his as they watched something; two small tabby kits, One was the darkest shade of brown with bright amber eyes, and the other with a white pelt and brown-and-ginger splotches. They purred as the kits bowled around their paws, but… he faded… There was a weird metal-thing, a stick, a Bramble, and fire around it.
He woke up, eyes wide with terror at his dream. “Weird,” he murmured to himself.
He purred as he recalled the faint image of his kits- was this a future vision? But why did he fade? Why did a bramble and flame surround him? He had an inkling feeling something would happen to his brother, Brambleclaw. But why would starclan send him a vision- he didn’t like those do-gooders! Whatever it was… he had a bad feeling about all of this..
something happened with the first version i sent.. hehe..
anyway if u need the first chapter feel free to ask!!