Fan Fiction

THIS IS FOR PINESTRIPE :3 It was a calm and peaceful morning at the chicken valley. Sunrise crept along the meadow, setting the grass the color of a blaze.  Fireblaze was sitting in the grass, letting the sun dry her feathers. She had fallen asleep beside the riverbank and fallen in. She was very much glad that she could half – fly. Most chickens couldn´t. She thought of herself as very lucky.
As she trotted across the meadow, Fireblaze heard a noise coming from behind her. She turned her head, feeling relieved. It was Rain, one of her friends. ¨Good morning¨ the gray hen muttered happily. Fireblaze nodded. ¨Good morning. How are you?¨ she asked the slender gray hen. Rain shook her head jokingly. ¨Well, tired, but ok. Say, have you seen Sandy?¨ she asked Fireblaze. Fireblaze shook her head. ¨She said she would be back later.¨ she rasped to her gray friend. 
Rain and Fireblaze had sat together, waiting for their friend to return to the valley. Then, they spotted Sandy, with her twin sister, Dusty. Dusty was clucking at her friend. ¨Well, I don’t think so¨ she had said. Sandy sighed, then turned to Fireblaze and Rain.  ¨Sorry for the wait. I went to find Dusty. You know I can’t leave without her. ¨ Fireblaze sighed, while Rain nodded. The two headed away behind Rain and Fireblaze.
When they reached the crest of the hill, Fireblaze stopped. ¨Should we stop here?¨ she asked her friends. Rain looked ready to run, but Dusty looked tired. Sandy sighed. ¨Dusty, are you tired already?¨ Dusty looked away. She didn’t want the group to be slowed down by her. She shook her head. ¨I can still move.¨ Sandy nodded, leaning against her tired twin. Rain sighed, settling down beside the twins. Fireblaze settled down as well. ¨Well, you gotta rest¨ Fireblaze replied. Dusty didn’t look at anyone as she sat. Rain looked to Fireblaze. ¨So, what are we gonna eat? Fire?¨Fireblaze snapped back to reality. ¨huh? Oh, well…¨ Fireblaze couldn´t answer. 
They were tired, and hungry. Fireblaze searched far and wide of the valley. There was nothing a chicken could eat. She suggested digging up worms, but Sandy had declined strongly. Dusty was already asleep. She should be, it being around midnight Fireblaze thought to herself. She looked up at the very white moon. It was shining on the grass like a river´s reflection. Her feathers looked like flames in a midnight field. ¨We´ll get some food first thing in the morning¨ Fireblaze mumbled out loud as she watched her friends breathe.
By morning, Fireblaze had set out by herself. She was determined to find her friends some food for the morning. She looked around. She was trotting across open forest, leaves scattered all over the grass. ¨Fall time¨ she mumbled, looking around again. Then, she saw it. A huge bag of corn. She flapped her wings. Then, she stopped. This was fortunate. Too fortunate. She searched the area. There was no one here, but why would there be a bag of corn laying in the grass, for anyone to take? She pondered on this for a second more until her stomach rumbled. Tossing her senses, she grabbed the top of the corn and tore it open. Then, she clucked loudly. ¨Sandy, Dusty, Rain, look!¨ she gasped, taking a piece and eating it. Sandy and Dusty leaped over the hill, followed by Rain. 
All the chickens started to peck the ground for the small specks of corn left. They had eaten enough to rest again. Then, a loud cluck was heard. Fireblaze turned her head a bit to see a white hen. She had cream colored feathers across her neck. With her was a smaller hen. She was brown instead of white. The hens paused for a moment, then saw the bag of corn. The brown hen made a grunting noise. ¨Just who are you? And why did you eat our corn?¨ She looked angry. Fireblaze stood up. ¨Didn’t see your name on it¨ she said in reply. Although she sounded brave, her legs were quivering. The brown hen narrowed her eyes, but then the white one spoke. ¨Be kind to them. They were hungry. What else could they do?¨ The brown hen looked on in disbelief. ¨But, Peachy, they stole our food.¨ Ivy looked at her friend calmly. ¨We would have done the same, Ivy.¨ she blinked, and that seemed to ease the brown chicken. She calmly sighed.
After a little while, the hens had gotten to know each other better. Fireblaze told them about traveling to find a home out in the meadows. Rain had chirped in, talking about how they found the corn and why they ate it. Sandy and Dusty stayed quiet, watching the other two hens with suspicion. Ivy looked at Fireblaze. ¨So, you’re going to find another place to live, eh?¨ Fireblaze nodded her response. Ivy sighed. ¨We know a place, it’s not very far from here. Just a little farm. Has a dog, so be kinda careful. She’s really big. The worst she´ll do is sniff you. We could show you the way.¨ Ivy blinked kindly. Peachy nodded to her sister´s claim. Rain stood up, but before the gray hen could speak, Sandy stood up. ¨Why should we trust you? You could be leading us to our death now.¨ her eyes were narrowed to slits. 
The white hen sighed. ¨Do you want us to show you the way or not?¨ clucked Ivy angrily. Sandy snorted. Fireblaze looked at Sandy. ¨Sandy, we´ve gotta trust them. Without them, we could be journeying for days and never find this farm. ¨ she stood up and dipped her head to Ivy. ¨Show us the way.¨
And so, Ivy led them for about two days and they found the farm. Fireblaze paused, then looked at Ivy and Peachy. They were stopping, turning to look back. ¨Fire, Rain, Sandy, Dusty, we loved getting to know you, but we must head back home. ¨ It was Peachy who had spoken. Rain looked at them with a plea in her eyes. ¨Please don´t go! We love having more company. You were so much help.¨ Ivy nuzzled all of them in turn. ¨We´ll come to visit, ok? We have a home too, ya know¨ he eyes glittered with mischief. Fireblaze dipped her head as she watched the two hens speed off, back to their home. Now, Fireblaze, Rain, Sandy, and Dusty, were where they belonged.
The end!!!
This is For Pinestripe. hope ya like it :3

This is the prologue of my fan fiction, which does not have a name quite yet, so maybe this will encourage people to give me some characters. (I put the form on the Fan Fiction Organization page)

A dark shape moved stealthily through the woods. It ducked under a bramble and came into a clearing. Three cats were huddled together above something. The dark shape, a cat, pushed through to see what they were looking at. It was a kit.
“What is this?” the dark cat asked
“It’s a kit.” One of the cats, a gray she-cat, whispered
“I know that, you mouse-brain!” the dark cat snapped
The cat who had spoken shrunk back.
“You know, Claw, you are always so mean to her.” A small bushy tailed tom said, rubbing his tail along the she-cat’s back.
“Who are you to decide who I can be mean too?” snarled Claw
“I’m your brother, and this is my daughter. I can tell you what to do any day I want.” the bushy tailed tom replied angrily.
“No, you can’t if you want to stay with us!” the third cat, a ginger she-cat, hissed
“Don’t speak for me Red!!” Claw yowled
Red narrowed her eyes and turned away.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t need you to fight my battles. Especially not when you are expecting kits.” Claw’s voice got calmer and gentler.
Red turned around and pressed her muzzle to Claw’s.
The bushy-tailed tom sighed.
“We don’t need you to be all rude to us and gentle with each other!” He snapped
Claw glared at him.
“It’s true.” The gray she-cat whispered “Plus..what will we do with this kit?”
Claw stepped forwards and bent down to sniff the kit. It looked up and mewled at him in pure terror. Claw gasped and stepped back.
“Will our kits be afraid of me too?” he asked Red
“No…but-” she cut off as the kit yowled
They looked over and saw the gray she-cat sniffing it.
“Rain!! Leave the poor thing alone!!” Red called
Rain bounced backwards and then crawled under a bush where they slept.
Red bent down and picked up the tiny cat. it twitched and mewled, but Red could carry it across the clearing to the bush where they slept easily. Setting it down between Rain and the bushy-tailed tom, she wondered what the kit would do without milk until she had her own kits.

Here’s a blurb of a Mapleshade/Bluestar AU I’m writing!

Bluepaw’s Nightmare
Bluepaw tilted her head, looking past him. “Crookedpaw? I think your mentor might be waiting for you,” she mewed, gesturing to the tortoiseshell she-cat who slowly padded towards them, her yellow eyes burning. As the RiverClan apprentice turned his head to look, however, the she-cat seemed to disappear into thin air before Bluepaw’s eyes. Crookedpaw gave her an odd look, then shrugged.
“Oh, well. It was probably just one of the elders giving me the stink eye,” he said with a chuckle, nudging her playfully. She laughed along uneasily, glancing back over his shoulder.
Did I just imagine that? She shook her head, blinking. She must have. Cats don’t just evaporate. As the Gathering came to an end, she said goodbye to her friend and padded back to camp, the she-cat forgotten as she traveled alongside Snowpaw. She felt heavy with exhaustion, and as she curled up in her nest, she drifted off immediately.

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Bluepaw woke, the world around her now unfamiliar and surreal. The grass beneath her paws was lush and green, and her ears pricked to the sound of a surplus of prey milling in the trees and undergrowth surrounding her. Bluepaw’s eyes widened in wonder, and she smiled giddily as she raced through the clearing. She skidded to a halt on the bank of a nearby river, peering into the crystalline water to see three glittering silver fish, sunlight reflecting from their scales to create a thousand tiny rainbows through the water. She dabbed her paw into the water, watching them scatter just to regroup moments later and continue to swim in place against the current.
She reached her paw in one more time, only to recoil in horror as the fish began to warp and distort before her eyes. The river turned crimson, and the apprentice felt a yowl of terror rise in her throat as she watched three tiny, mewling kits rise to the surface, their tiny paws desperately churning to keep them afloat. Her lungs burned as the trees around her rose into a blazing inferno, and the ground beneath her paws turned to foul, black mud.
“Why don’t you save them, Bluepaw? Can’t you see they’re drowning?” She whirled around as a voice rang out behind her, her mind spinning as she recognized the tortoiseshell she-cat padding calmly out of the inferno that raged around her. Her throat was torn open, the blood that poured from the wound feeding the raging crimson river as the kits were swept farther and farther downstream, their cries growing weaker by the second.
“I-I can’t! I don’t know how to!” Bluepaw cried, frantically looking around for a branch, a stone- anything to reach into the river to rescue the tiny kits.
“Yes, you do.” The tortoiseshell stepped closer, her eyes aflame and her fur stained red. “You simply choose to bow to your cowardice. Will you truly let innocent lives be stamped out because you cannot handle the blood?” Bluepaw shook with terror, her mind racing and her eyes wide.
“I can’t! I can’t!” She yowled, her lungs heaving. She felt as though the smoke had set her lungs on fire, and tears streamed from her stinging eyes. The tortoiseshell simply looked at her, a look of sheer disgust plastered across her face as her throat continued to pour blood. She pushed her face into Bluepaw’s, her scarred muzzle a mere mouse-length away from the apprentice’s.
“You will be destroyed by the blood that flows through your veins, and the water you rely on will only weigh you down until you cannot breathe,” she snarled. “You must burn away every obstacle in your path like fire, and leave your cowardice behind.” Bluepaw stared up at her, terrified, yet mesmerized by the she-cat’s words. She felt the river swell behind her, and as the crimson tide rose to consume her, she woke, sitting bolt upright in her nest.
She looked around wildly, her heart racing. Snowpaw still lay peacefully in her nest, and dawn light filtered gently in through the entrance of the apprentice’s den.
You will be destroyed by the blood that flows through your veins, and the water you rely on will only weigh you down until you cannot breathe. You must burn away every obstacle in your path like fire, and leave your cowardice behind. The she-cat’s words echoed in her mind as she took great heaving breaths of fresh air. The world felt tilted, and she shuddered as she felt the tortoiseshell’s shape beside her.
“Do not forget, Bluepaw. You will never be alone.”