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[image description: a black-and-white photo of a kitten sleeping in a cavity of a typewriter]
I ran to the camp as fast as my paws can take me. I see an shawdowclan warrior about to pounce on lightpaw. I need to warn him but how? I sheathed my claws and went aiming for the shawdownclan warrior. I pounced on him I had my weight pinning him down my teeth dig in his neck blood pours. I turned around and a warrior sheathed claws it was longer then a badgers claws. My eyes watch in fright. I headed towards the thunderclan camp I didn’t even check if lightpaw was okay. I’m too late. I went to the nursery “oh no.” I whispered to myself. I saw graykit laying on the floor he was bleeding, I look to find his mother Stormfeather shes… shes dead. I picked up the kit up I tried to hide my tears. “Blossompaw is that you.” The little kit asked. “Yes it is.” I murmured. “Where is Stormfeather?” He croaked. What am I going to say? I ran to the medicine cat den, I saw heather pool hiding in the corner of the den I heard her murmuring something. “Silverfern is dead.” Heatherpool cried. “She was like a mother to me.” She yelped. I felt a sorrow of pain for the young medicine cat. “I’m sorry to hear.” I whispered. I gave graykit to heatherpool, “hes badly hurt. Could you help him get better?” I explained what happened. Heatherpool didn’t reply she just nodded, I ran to the opening to see blood on the ground cats fighting. Only if we could all reunite with each other it well make life much easier but that’s not how the warrior code works I thought. I saw Cloverpaw fighting like an warrior I couldn’t find frogpaw or couldpaw. I saw thrushheart was getting pinned on the floor by an muscular orange Tom. I sheathed my claws sneaking behind him until another cat pulled me back by digging teeth on my neck. I tried to get out of his grasp I use my hind legs to kick him off of me, I put the claws in his fur very deep. I smile at the delight of chasing then away. I heard an warrior saying “RETREAT! SHAWDOWCLAN RETREAT!” Growled Sharptooth. All the warriors retreated. Shimmerstar got on the high lege. “All the cats that is old enough to catch your prey under the rock for an clan meeting.” He mewed. His pelt shines like a sun on a sunny day she thought. “Blossompaw, lionpaw?.” He mummerd. TO BE continued ima continue the series tomorrow:)
this is my fanfic so far,if you want to be in it,go to the fanfiction orginazer page and look for my comment,well here it is! also there are real character’s in this
featherstar’s past:
Prolouge
A young she-cat had just been able to hear,walk,and see,she had seen brown tabby paws running, “am i being carried?” she thought.she than was in a forest,filled with tree’s, it had looked beautiful. She started to notice the other cat running faster and faster. “Where are we going? And who is taking me somewhere? Maybe my mother…..”her mind kept saying over and over again. “ i hope ******and **** and brick are happy after what im doing….” a she-cat mewed. The kit had heard what she mumbled… she heard the name “brick” but the other two names were mumbled.suddenly they came to a stop,she looked to her left and saw a camp! She thought she was dreaming!but than the tabby she-cat placed her on the warm sand. The she-cat was beautiful! She was a brown tabby she-cat with wonderful purple eyes,the tabbys eyes sparkled in the sun. suddenly the kit had seen the tabby walk away.. “Wait….come back!!!” she wanted to shout… but the she-cat was already far gone…the she-kit sighed and layed down on the warm sand.a few moments later the sun had shined in her eyes so she woke up, she looked around and saw two cats… a fiery orange tom with green eyes and a sandy colored she-cat with green eyes. “The poor kit should come live in our clan…. She looks miserable,and we cant just leave her there! Right firestar?”the she-cat said and the tom named firestar sighed “yes sandstorm, we’ll take her in… i cant bear to leave a kit here… we’ll have oakpelt run a DNA test to see if shes related to anyone”firestar replied “good,i’ll take her”sandstorm said and grabbed the kit by her scruff.
The kit was sad that she had to get off the warm earth… but at least she got shelter and food,oh and water! Soon enough they got to the medicine den.”oakpelt!oakpelt!”sandstorm called “yes?”came the reply and a brown tabby she-cat came out. “Kinda looks like my mom…but different eyes…” the kit thought “i need you to run a DNA test with this kit,we’ll see if shes related to firestar”sandstorm mewed “alright,bear in mind i haven’t done one in a while,the last one i did was for ravenpaw,and that was moons ago,but it will go fine”oakpelt replied and dashed away to get herbs. The tiny kit opened its mouth and said “who are you?” it had a small cute voice “awwwww,her first word! Anyways,im sandstorm,thats firestar,and that cat coming back is oakpelt”sandstorm replied. The kit was sitting still like a tree on a green-leaf day.shortly they did the DNA test,it turns out the kit and firestar were related,but no cat knew how.
Sounds good already SO where dose this take place in?
so basically it’s before alot (just pretend everything in 2nd and 1st series was long ago and in the story) so she was actually born in bloodclan and her mother took her because some cat’s told her to,so lilyclan took her in,firestar,sandstorm,squirrelflight and leafpool is like family to her, her bestie is swiftmorning. im not gonna spoil the rest XD
Also i made a cat for your book like you asked us all hope u saw it 🙂
Please write more its Awesome what if that is firestar kit? But did sandstorm give birth to it?
my idea was that,so you know that firestar and scourge are half brothers?well they are and she is scourge’s daughter!
thanks for the feedback! i’ll go back and do that
I wrote another short story!
It’s called Love or Life?
Love or Life? By Nightpaw
The images came flowing back to Tiger’s Roar. The bloody battle, the slashing of claws. . . and Blue Flower.
As soon as he remembered, he could again see Blue Flower’s desperate blue eyes as blood pumped from the wound in her throat. And then he could see her limp body laying in front of him, her eyes still filled with love and sorrow.
Blue Flower’s Dead! And it’s all the Clan’s fault.
Tiger’s Roar could not ignore the swelling of fury rising up in his chest, seeming to explode all around him. His mate, his love, and his everything had been killed by yet another battle with the Clans.
Taking a steadying breath and still trembling with rage, he made a vow.
“Your death will not be left alone. I will take vengeance.”
But next to his own nest he saw the sleeping form of Running Storm and all of the other warriors. By taking vengeance on his Clan, he would be hurting them and the Clan he had always loved so much.
In private torment, Tiger’s Roar stood up. He could see again Blue Flower’s blue eyes gazing lifelessly at him as the last breath left her body. He felt another surge of anger remembering the pointless battle that had killed more than just Blue Flower, but cats from the rest of the Clans as well.
They didn’t deserve to die. Tiger’s Roar was sure now. Blue Flower was his everything, but yet the Clans had chosen to kill her. Not even in the most peaceful way, but without him, with claws and teeth and last markings of rage.
Tiger’s Roar unsheathed his claws.
And at that moment, and as the stars finally began rising across the sky, he made his choice.
***
Tiger’s Roar quietly inched his way toward WindClan’s territory, searching for Black Wing. Blinded with anger and grief, he could only think of his sharp claws digging deep into Black Wing’s throat, getting vengeance on the cat that had killed his mate.
He rushed across the moor, now on WindClan land, and stopped besides the sleeping figures of the exhausted cats. Black Wing! Where are you?
Quickly he slunk away into the shadows, searching for the black and white tom. Where could he be. . .
There! He saw Black Wing who was sleeping next to the brambles. Making sure he didn’t wake anyone, Tiger’s Roar stalked towards him, his claws unsheathed and his amber eyes glinting with hunger.
Holding back a yowl of fury, he slashed his claws into the black cat,sending blood splattering on the ground. Black Wing let out a yowl of pain, and hearing his cry the other WindClan cats began to wake up.
Giving Black Wing one last nip on the shoulder, Tiger’s Roar disappeared into the shadows, feeling a rush of satisfaction . . . and guilt?
No. He pushed away the feeling, and felt a rush of satisfaction once more as he imagined Blue Flower’s loving blue gaze staring back at him.
RiverClan, you’re next. Tiger’s Roar sprinted across the clearing and swam strongly across the river, heading towards their camp. This time, he was searching for the cat who was the backbone to the Clans. RiverClan’s leader, Darkstar.
He quietly made his way into the leader’s den, trying to keep his tail still. He saw the sleeping gray figure of Darkstar and padded slowly, closer and closer. Tiger’s Roar unsheathe his claws and just as he was about to sink them in, getting revenge for Blue Flower’s death, he saw her blue eyes gazing sympathetically back at her.
He sheathed his claws in horror as Blue Flower’s spirit rose from the ground, her fur speckled with stars.
Blue Flower nodded, her eyes full of love, and began to speak. “Tiger’s Roar, I know you are grieving about my death. I know that you are upset and that you want to take revenge on other cats. But my dear, killing is not the answer. I died saving you, and I do not regret anything about it. My life was full of happiness and love, I couldn’t have asked for more. I am also sorrowful about my death and wish that I could stay with you longer, but this was my destiny. Killing these cats will make your destiny hard and full of twists and turns.”
As Tiger’s Roar stared at her, his eyes glistening with grief, Blue Flower continued. “Do not kill these cats, and live your own life. Your Clan is your life, and when your life is over, I will meet you in the stars.”
Blue Flower’s shape faded, her eyes shining with love. Tiger’s Roar wanted to curl up where she had been and whimper like a kit, but he knew that the least he could do was follow what she had told him to do.
Glancing back again at Darkstar, he sheathed his claws and returned to his home in ThunderClan. I’ll meet you in the stars, Blue Flower.
AWE ITS SOOOO GOOD AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME U DID AN AMAZING JOB!!!!!
Aww thank you TwT
Hello fellow BlogClan people! Chapter 12 of Eye of the Storm is on page 520. If you’ve been reading my fanfic, it’s very important to the storyline! I reposted it, but idk if it’s going through. If it does you can just ignore this lol
We saw the repost, but it was just on the previous page, so we felt that reposting so soon was a little unnecessary 🙂
Oh😂 okie. Well people who want to read chapter 12 go to page 520!
Thrushpelt’s Trust—Chapter 7
“Wake up! Wake up! We’re apprentices!”
Thrushpaw smiled against the fluff of his tail, listening to the muffled squeak as Specklepaw kicked a wad of moss at her sister. “Whitepaw, we’re been apprentices for a quarter moon.”
“Yeah, but it’s still pretty cool,” Whitepaw countered. “You guys miss the best part of the day. I’ve already been on dawn patrol, and practiced my battle moves on Tawnyspots.”
“I bet he loved that,” Thrushpaw mewed, stretching as he stepped out of his nest. His nest. He still hadn’t gotten used to that. The apprentice’s den was bigger than the nursery, but emptier since the four of them were the only apprentices at the moment.
Thrushpaw wouldn’t give up being an apprentice for anything, but he wouldn’t mind if there could be a Rainpaw in the nest next to him.
“Tawnyspots sends his regards, and says that Whitepaw better keep Goosefeather on paw in case he ever gets the dirt out of his ears,” Adderfang said, slinking into the den, whiskers twitching with mirth. “But I’m summarizing his expression, because he’s also got a mouthful of dirt.” The dark tabby glanced around, frowning at the sight of Specklepaw and Dapplepaw still in their nests. “Seriously though, you’re long overdue for training. You sleep like badgers.”
Thrushpaw hurried to his mentor’s side, his pelt still ruffled from sleeping. “Sorry, Adderfang,” he apologized, ignoring Whitepaw as she broke into a coughing fit that sounded a bit like Itoldyouso.
“As if you were never a little lazy as an apprentice, Adderfang,” Swiftbreeze called from the entrance. She flashed Thrushpaw a comforting smile, before swatting her own apprentice lightly over the ears. “C’mon, Specklepaw, Adderfang and I are taking you and Thrushpaw on patrol. Whitepaw, Dapplepaw, you’d better go find your mentors.”
“I have the rest of the morning off!” Whitepaw gloated, shooting Specklepaw a smug look.
“Then you can help me collect moss with Windflight,” Dapplepaw grumbled drowsily, trudging out of the den.
Thrushpaw, Specklepaw, and their mentors followed her outside, Whitepaw trailing behind. Thrushpaw paused, a purr of amusement rumbling in his throat as she peered hesitantly out the door.
“I don’t think Tawnyspots is plotting revenge,” he mewed, then frowned. If Adderfang had seen Tawnyspots get trounced by his younger sister, then he might be.
As much as Thrushpelt liked his siblings, hopefully if he ever fell in love they’d be less….helpful. Thrushpaw still felt bad about the hide and catch incident, but he didn’t think his littermates held the same sentiment. He had to admit, it was kind of funny.
“How’s the dirt coming?” Adderfang teased as they passed Rainfur and Tawnyspots. Tawnyspots was covered in dust, and Rainfur appeared to be helping him clean out his ears.
“Fine,” Tawnyspots grunted, his gaze darkening at the sight of Whitepaw. With a yelp, Whitepaw skittered away, practically running Dapplepaw over in her effort to get out of camp.
“Whitepaw, I forgot to thank you earlier!” Rainfur hollered after her adopted daughter, ignoring a glare from Tawnyspots as her voice drew the attention of the entire camp, “Watching you dump Tawnyspots on his big head was highly amusing!”
“I’m still not used to how big it is out here,” Thrushpaw said to Specklepaw, taking a deep breath of the crisp forest air.
“Wait until you see Windclan territory, there’s no trees to block out the sky,” Adderfang called over his shoulder, flicking his tail in the direction of the border as if the apprentices could see straight through Riverclan territory.
Frowning, Thrushpaw trotted to catch up with his mentor. “Why would we be in Windclan territory in the first place? We don’t even share a border with them, and trespassing on another clan’s territory isn’t allowed, right?”
Adderfang exchanged a glance with Swiftbreeze, as though he’d said something funny. “Technically speaking, yes, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.”
“We’re bound to end up fighting them eventually,” Swiftbreeze added.
“Huh,” Thrushpaw said, not certain that he liked the warrior’s nonchalant attitude. Trespassing was against the warrior code, and fighting meant death. Surly that wasn’t something to make light of?
He looked sideways at Specklepaw, who smirked. “What, are you afraid of fighting them?” she teased lightly, swatting at his tail, “They’re not very tough, just good at running away.”
“I’m not afraid to fight!” Thrushpaw objected, pelt prickling up like a pinecone at the implication. He crouched, about to pounce on her tail in return, when Adderfang let out a soft hiss.
Thrushpaw straightened, following the warrior’s gaze. They had reached the sunningrocks, but they weren’t alone. Two young Riverclan cats were stretched lazily across the smooth rocks, blissfully unaware that they were being watched.
Adderfang smirked, shaking his head. He twitched his tail in the direction of the rocks, then began to creep forwards, silent as an owl in the air.
“They’re just apprentices,” Thrushpaw whispered anxiously, giving his mentor a panicked look. Were they really going to attack them without giving them a warning first? The image of two small corpses made his stomach churn.
Adderfang’s gaze softened, and he flicked Thrushpaw’s flank gently with his tail. “And we’re just going to scare them off. There’s four of us and two of them, we’ll probably only get in a few scratches before they hit the water.”
Thrushpaw nodded, trying to staunch his worry. His mentor’s tone was gentle, but his claws still glinted as sharp and cruel as any cat’s as he unsheathed them.
“You two take the she-cat, we’ll get the tom,” Swiftbreeze murmured as they reached the edge of the tree line, the hot sun beginning to warm Thrushpaw’s pelt. Addefang nodded, then took off, leaving Thrushpaw in the dust.
Thrushpaw shot after his mentor, almost slamming face first into the rocks. The sudden warmth, the flying gravel, and the shrieks of panic were disorientating, and he practically tripped over the white and tabby Riverclan apprentice as he stumbled onto the rock.
“Get out of our territory!” Adderfang yowled, slicing at her tail without making any effort to pin her down. Thrushpaw swiped at her face, but missed as she ducked away.
With one last whimper, the apprentice leaped off the rock and into the water, followed quickly by her companion. Their pale forms blurred under the ripples until they reappeared on the other side, and hared off into their territory as if they had a pack of dogs on their tails.
Flanks heaving, Thrushpaw sat down, watching the Riverclan apprentices disappear.
“Tired?” Adderfang asked skeptically, and Thrushpaw shook his head. He wasn’t tired, just struggling to clear his head of the chaos.
Swiftbreeze and Specklepaw appeared beside them, their pelts ruffled and speckled with dust. Specklepaw had a thin scratch across her nose, but her eyes were sparkling with exhilaration. “Did you enjoy your first battle?” Swiftbreeze purred, licking down a tuft of fur on Specklepaw’s head.
“It wasn’t a battle,” Specklepaw scoffed, jerking away. “They just ran away.”
“Sure it was,” Adderfang objected. The big tabby stretched, stretching a paw out in front of him, before turning to the apprentices. “You both handled yourself well.”
Thrushpaw shrugged, but felt his pelt grow warm with pride. His first moon of being an apprentice, and he’d already defended his territory beside his clanmates. He grinned at Specklepaw, who merely rolled her eyes, but he would bet anything that she was feeling just as pleased.
They were practically warriors now.
i love this take on thrushpelt! he is best bean <3
I love this so much!!!! I can’t wait for the next chapter!
Loving it! Keep going with the book 🙂
I wrote another short, sad story.
It’s called Falling Tears.
Falling Tears
By Nightpaw
Fallen Stream’s blue eyes stared deeply into Cloud Sky’s own. “Can cats cry?”
The battle raged on around the two as mother and daughter curled their tails around themselves in the nursery. “I don’t know.”
The sound of the beautiful blue waterfall was barely audible through the battle cries – some of rage, some of vengeance, and some of grief.
Cloud Sky buried her muzzle into Fallen Stream’s bright silver fur, hoping with all her heart that they were safe from this battle. From the terror, claws, and death.
Cats with their pelts covered with blood staggered from the battlefield, collapsing or plunging back into battle. Blood roared in Cloud Sky’s ears as she longed to help her Clan, but she couldn’t. Fallen Stream, her daughter, gazed deep into her eyes once more. “Are we safe?”
Cloud Sky would never forgive herself if she let her own daughter smell her terror. “Of course we are.”
Rain began pouring down on the tiny den, drowning out the cries of pain and fury. Cloud Sky’s heart beat until she thought it would burst, but still she couldn’t find the courage to leave her daughter all alone and vulnerable in the nursery.
Cloud Sky looked down at the trembling body of Fallen Stream. Would she choose her Clan over her? Would her Clan die if she was left alone? Would StarClan protect her dear daughter?
But her own thoughts could not change her destiny.
The rain poured down on the den and as cats leaped to and from it, there was a big crack as the small cave where the nursery was in began to collapse.
Cloud Sky barely heard her own cry of shock before grabbing Fallen Stream and rushing out of the nursery, into the heat of the battle. She was shocked that her Clanmates could be so different. Her mate’s once warm green eyes were full of fury and hunger, and the smallest apprentice’s fur bristled with rage and greed.
And they had no mercy.
Cloud Sky fell backward, losing her grip on Fallen Stream, as a huge black tom crashed into her. Pain shot up her entire body, but she pushed it aside as she quickly stood up. Pain seemed to take over her body as she staggered up and tried to flee, but she ignored it. Pain sent sparks of darkness and for once she couldn’t see – but Cloud Sky was focused on one thing.
“Fallen Stream!” she yowled.
But the sound of the battle drowned out her desperate cry.
***
It was all over. The battle was won. Cats staggered away one by one into the medicine den, but some lay still. Some injured, some shocked, and some dead.
Cloud Sky desperately attempted to walk once more, but pain took over her over and over again.
She was about to let the pain win over her, but as she was about to collapse, bright silver fur caught her eye. The small, blood-stained body of a kit was just a few tail lengths ahead. When she realized who it was, Cloud Sky’s heart seemed to stop.
Forgetting everything, she padded slowly over to the motionless body. She sat down next to it, and as she began to groom Fallen Stream’s body with soft, gentle licks, Fallen Stream’s eyes fluttered open. Her beautiful eyes were already glazed with death. It took the weight of the sky for Cloud Sky to hold back a wail of grief and hopelessness. Her dear daughter was closer to the stars now than to her.
Fallen Stream’s blue eyes stared deeply into Cloud Sky’s own. “Can cats cry?”
A silvery tear slowly fell from Cloud Sky’s eye and fell into the earth. “Yes, my dear. They can.”
OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO SAD AND ITS SOOOOO GOOD
this made me cry. it is amazing
There will be three
Friend’s kin of his kin
Who will hold the power of the stars in their paws
-Skywatcher to Firestar
“Feathertail…” Crowpaw felt dazed, like he was in a nightmare. The most horrible nightmare he could ever imaged. Feathertail lay sprawled on the stone floor of the Tribe of rushing waters home. Blood trickled from her mouth, nose, and ears. Her shoulder was wounded, her paw twisted, her tail broken and bent….a pool of scarlet blood growing larger and larger where she lay. She had just killed Sharptooth, the savage mountain lion that was murdering the tribe cats. She had sacrificed herself. Was she going to die? Crowpaw felt like his heart was being torn apart. He did not want to believe it. Feathertail’s brother, Stormfur bent down to gently lick the blood from her shoulder. Crowpaw was too numb to do anything. And then Feathertail’s uneven chest rose. She took a shuddering breath, barley a whisper, but still audible.
“Feathertail!” Crowpaw shifted the weight on his paws, a prickle of hope flickering in his sickened stomach.
Maybe she was going to be okay. He felt his eyes cloud as a tide of strong emotions washed over him. He felt he would give anything in the world if Feathertail would live. He felt he would switch his life for hers in less then a second.
Feathertail’s eyes slowly opened. They were clouded, but the brilliant bright blue still seemed to shine in the the dim light of the cave. Crowpaw felt her soft breath hot on his fur. He felt very warm suddenly. Warm with love. The same love that warmed his pelt in the rainiest days.
“Stormfur…you have to save the clans!” She whispered, so softly it seemed as if every word spoken aloud pained her.
“No! Please. You’re the chosen cat! You have to save the clans!” Stormfur yelled.
Feathertail turned to Crowpaw, and his heart missed a beat, twisted with love and despair.
“Think I have nine lives, do you?” She said. “I saved you once…don’t make me save you again.”
“Feathertail no! Don’t leave me!” Crowpaw choked.
“I’ll fight…as hard as I can….for you. But…if I do hunt with StarClan…remember….I will never leave you. I will…always be there.”
Feathertail took another rasping breath, and closed her eyes. For the last time… no one dared guess. Crowpaw was sticky with Feathertail’s blood. His body was shaking, he could not take his eyes off from Feathertail’s broken body. Stoneteller emerged, followed by the rest of the tribe. Brook pressed against Stormfur, soothingly licking his ruffled fur.
No one neared Crowpaw. No one licked his ruffled fur. Feathertail would have. But she was the one laying still at his paws. Stoneteller sniffed at Feathertail’s fur. He lifted his head.
“Get me all the herbs you can from the cave.” He ordered Crag.
Crag nodded, and dashed away.
“Talon, Brook, collect the moss and feathers from my nest and your’s into a soft bed.”
Brook seemed hesitant to leave Stormfur’s side, but she did so at last, dashing away with Talon at her side. Crag came back with the herbs. The rest was a blur. Stoneteller pressed the herbs into Feathertail’s wounds, then told a few of his cats to carry her gently to the nest Talon and Brook made in Stoneteller’s cave. Crowpaw felt he should protest, but he was too numb with shock. He stood there. For what seemed like ages.
Finally, Stoneteller stepped out of his cave.
“The silver cat has come!” He announced. “Sharptooth is dead! A celebration is in order!”
The tribe cats cheered, calling Feathertail’s name, then rushed to the pile of fresh-kill, and chose the plumpest prey they could find. They ate, laughing, free of the threat that had haunted there lives. Crowpaw felt a surge of irritation. Finally he moved. He ran to Stoneteller, glaring at him. Though with his face still twisted with grief, it looked more like a goofy grin.
“How’s Feathertail?” He snapped.
“Your friend has lost a lot of blood. She is in coma. We do not know yet if she will wake up or die. But the tribe of rushing water will be in forever gratitude to her.”
He walked to the pile of prey too, and starting sharing his hawk with Talon, leaving Crowpaw feeling hollow.
“We need to talk to you Crowpaw,” Brambleclaw brushed his tail against Crowpaw’s flank. Crowpaw wanted to shred his ears off.
“What?” He snapped.
Brambleclaw steered him away from were he stood. He was soon standing beside Squirrelpaw, Tawnypelt, and Stormfur.
“So..” Brambleclaw started.
“We have to go back to the forest” Squirrelpaw interrupted.
“Squirrelpaw!” Brambleclaw hissed.
“What? We have to! No use waiting till moonrise for you to break it to him.”
Brambleclaw growled at the apprentice, then turned back to Crowpaw. Crowpaw felt the blood in his veins freeze, then start to bubble.
“Feathertail is the chosen cat for RiverClan! We cannot go back without her!” He hissed, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
“Who knows when Feathertail will wake up?” Tawnypelt said.
Stormfur and Crowpaw flinched at the same time.
“The forest is being destroyed more and more everyday. We cannot stale any longer. We need to deliver the prophecy.” She finished.
“And Feathertail?” Crowpaw growled.
“Mouse-brain!” Squirrelpaw whispered.
Crowpaw was about to retort, when Brambleclaw spoke.
“Feathertail will be in good hands when she wakes up,”
Crowpaw tried to hid his clouded eyes. He heard it. Brambleclaw had left out the pat that she might not wake up.
“Who will deliver the message to RiverClan?” he asked as a last resort.
“Stormfur will” Brambleclaw answered. “But if you don’t come, no one can deliver it to WindClan,”
Crowpaw growled at them, then dashed away.
He found Feathertail. Her wounds were covered with moss and wrapped around with cobweb. Her twisted paw was in a tight brace of cobwebs and sticks. Her chest was rising and falling peacefully. Crowpaw bit back a sob. He collapsed beside her, resting his tail over her flank and gently rasping his tongue over her fur. Her warm body cooled his bubbling blood, her sweet scent made him want to never leave her side. He remembered when they were traveling together. The memories were bitter-sweet in his mind. He felt he would have given anything in the world to have her by his side again. Burying his face in her thick fur, his thoughts started to swirl.
What would Feathertail want me to do?
The question was already answered, he knew it.
I’ll do it. For her. But it will kill me if she dies.
He started licking her silver fur again. Yes. He will do it. For Feathertail.
Tallstar looked weak on his feet. Marshkit had almost been carried off by a hawk. The scare had dazed everyone. And it did no good for Crowpaw’s leader. Crowpaw only had one thought in his mind though. He was actually in the mountains! The mountains where Feathertail was! He felt a mixture of excitement and fear. If she was alive…but if she was dead……His thoughts were interrupted as Tallstar called to his clan in his weakened voice.
“May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a clan meeting” He rasped.
“Crowpaw. This has been long over due. You were a fine apprentice. You risked your life for your clan, delivering the prophecy, and you hunted very well for us.”
Crowpaw froze. He knew what was coming.
“I, Tallstar, leader of WindClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I command them to you as a warrior in their turn. Crowpaw, do you promise to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?”
Crowpaw had decided. He would do the idea he had.
“I do.” He said.
“Then by the powers of StarClan, I-”
“Tallstar, I am sorry to interrupt. But I have a wish. Could my warrior name be Crowfeather?”
Tallstar looked surprised.
“Well, alright. From this moment on you shall be known as Crowfeather. We welcome you as a full warrior of WindClan.”
“Crowfeather! Crowfeather! Crowfeather!” All four clans cheered.
It was a good time to make Crowfeather a warrior. A new warrior always cheered up the clans, and they needed it. And Crowfeather beamed. If Feathertail was alive, he would be honored to hold her name in his. And if she was dead….he did it in honor of her.
Crowfeather’s heart was beating so much he thought his chest would explode. The silver cat was standing. There, in the cave. Solid…and alive.
“Feathertail!!!” Crowfeather did not care if all the clans saw him.
He dashed forward, and burred his muzzle deep into her fur. His eyes clouded, his heart was so overwhelmed with happiness he thought he might faint.
“Crowpaw,” Feathertail whispered, as if it were a dream.
“You’re alive.” Crowfeather choked, hardly believing it himself.
“I promised you I would fight.”
And they stood there together, purring, each too happy to say a single word.
Feathertail was barley recognizable. A huge scar ran from her back across her side, to her flank. She was deaf to one ear, the other was badly ripped. She was limping on one paw, the other was scarred, her muzzle was also scarred. She had another scar on her back, one on her neck, and many more small ones. But her personalty was the same as before. And Crowpaw felt that was all that counted.
“It’s time,” Feathertail gently pocked Crowfeather, who was snoozing at her side.
“Wha? Time for what?” Crowfeather asked sleepily.
“The kits. The kits are coming.” Feathertail gritted her teeth against the squirming in her belly.
She and Crowfeather had run away together from the clans. As soon as Feathertail found out she was carrying Crowfeather’s kits. They were not far from the lake, but far enough that Feathertail could kit in peace. Crowfeather leapt up.
“Which were the herbs again? How do you feel? Do you need some water?”
Feathertail chuckled, then gasped. “Some…water…please” She groaned.
Crowfeather rushed off into the twilight the rising sun cast onto the land. They were in a hollow tree, it was warm, and comfortable, but suddenly it seemed too warm for Feathertail. Her head spinning with pain, she started to pace. It was the only thing she could do. Crowfeather was back in a second, carrying a big chunk of moss filled with water. He dropped it at Feathertail’s paws, then started to arrange the nest. Feathertail lapped at the cool water, and it soothed her dry tongue. She unsheathed and sheathed her claws as another wave of pain rolled through her body. With no medicine cat with them…could she do this? Worry, pain, and fear made her legs go weak, and she collapsed onto the moss and feathers. She groaned silently, her face screwed up in pain.
Only a few minutes later…Crowfeather had dropped her first kit to her belly. She pounced on it, her strength coming back as the pain eased slightly. She started to lick it, till the kit was fluffed up and warm. He was beautiful, a dark silver tabby like herself.
Crowfeather purred so loudly he could not speak. but the joy did not last long, and the purr in Feathertail’s throat was cut off by another spasm, worse then before. She lay, waiting for it to pass, but it did not. She pushed with all her might but nothing. The pain was growing stronger and stronger. She had heard of kits getting stuck, and she knew that was happening to her. Queens never survived that. She was going to die like her mother… But it was ok. She just wanted the pain to be over…
“StarClan please! She survived Sharptooth…Don’t let her die!” Crowfeather yowled.
A warm breeze washed over her. Two cats with stars in their pelts, and glowing eyes appeared. It was her mother, Silverstream, and Yellowfang, the medicine cat she had never known.Yellowfang glared at Crowfeather.
“Stop yowling like a wounded fox! Make yourself useful!” She snapped. “Wait for the kit.”
She instructed. Crowfeather did so without hesitation. Yellowfang stationed herself at Feathertail’s heaving flank. Silverstream started to lick her daughter’s ears, purring comforting words. Feathertail felt Yellowfang push down hard…she yowled, and her second kit was placed at her side.
“One more!” Silverstream whispered. “You’re doing great!”
“I…can’t..” Feathertail panted.
“You can!” Silverstream said.
“You have too!” Yellowfang barked.
Silverstream glared at the ShadowClan medicine cat for a second before returning to her daughter. Feathertail took a deep breath, and pushed. The pain disappeared like it had never been there. Feathertail took deep breaths.
“You did great. Two toms and a she-cat,” Silverstream whispered, before all two cats melted into the air. “Thank you,” Feathertail whispered drowsily.
Crowfeather was purring again, licking Feathertail and gazing at his kits with a love so deep it seemed impossible. They locked eyes, and they shared the same love that was deeper then the deepest lake.
“I love you,” Crowfeather whispered.
He curled himself around Feathertail and the kits.
“And our kits,” he added.
“I love you too,” Feathertail said. “and our kits.”
“What should we name them?” Crowfeather asked.
“The she-cat looks so much like you.” Feathertail whispered, deep in thought.
“And the tabby tom looks like you,” Crowfeather answered.
“This tom is golden, and the biggest one out of the three,” Feathertail added.
As if the suckling tom had heard her, he faced his parents with eyes shut tight, and yawned.
“He looks like a lion!” Feathertail and Crowfeather said at the same time.
“Lionkit?” She suggested.
“I love it,” Crowfeather licked her, purring.
“How about Hollykit for the black one?” Crowfeather asked.
“Perfect. Her fur is as black as a holly tree’s bark. Hollykit.” Feathertail purred.
Having no inspiration yet for the tabby tom, they curled up and went to sleep, warm, comfy, and happy, as the dawn’s light drifted into their hollowing, warming their pelts even more.
A few days later, the kits had opened their eyes.
“Jaykit,” Feathertail said. “His eyes look like a jay’s wing.”
“His eyes look like yours” Crowfeather said.
The kits were a bundle of joy. Play fighting, and romping in the newly fallen snow, they were perfect. But….
“Did you notice anything about Jaykit?” Feathertail asked Crowfeather one day.
Crowfeather nodded.
“Jaykit! Could you please bring me the biggest bone from our thrush?” Feathertail asked.
“OK!” Jaykit bounced to the heap of bones, picked one up in his tiny mouth, and dropped it at Feathertail’s paws.
“Thank you, you are very strong!” Feathertail praised.
Jaykit beamed, and bounded off to play with his brother and sister.
“He didn’t bring me the biggest one,” Feathertail whispered. “Jaykit’s blind.”
“Feathertail, can you tell us a story?” Hollykit asked excitedly.
“Please?”
“Please?”
The kits widened their eyes, looking up at her pleadingly, like they were begging to be given a second chance.
“Alright, one story,” Feathertail agreeded. “Come, curl up and I’ll tell you about the time Leopardstar, Stormfur, Hawkfrost and I tracked a fox that attacked our camp,”
The kits settled themselves against her belly, and by the time she finished, they were asleep. Crowfeather jumped into the hollow carrying some fresh-kill.
After they ate, Feathertail looked at Crowfeather, and her belly twisted. It was time to voice what she had been thinking for so long.
“Crowfeather…do you think we should go back to our clans?”
“I’ve been thinking about it too. But I want to raise my kits with you!”
“I..I don’t know what to do. They could be raised in WindClan, alongside you…but you said you’ve taken a mate? Nightcloud? She won’t be happy you came back with kits. But…if I raise them in RiverClan, Reedwhisker will now that you are there father. He has a great eye, and is clever, I know he would guess it! He..he has a crush on me. I know he would tell the clans, and they might kill you! I…I can’t let that happen.”
They stayed silent for a long time.
“Tawnypelt?” Crowfeather asked at last.
“I’d like them to be raised in ThunderClan. Squirrelflight.”
“It’s agreed. Once the kits are big enough, I’ll ask Squirrelflight. If she agrees, we’ll sneak the kits into ThunderClan. They will be raised as ThunderClan warriors.”
The end
Hello! I hope you liked it. I changed the power of three prophecy a bit, so it refers to Firestar’s friend, Greystripe. His kin is Feathertail and Stormfur, and Jayfeather, Hollyleaf, and Lionblaze are Feathertail and Crowfeather’s kits. (Sorry Crowxleaf lovers!)
I thought this would be better for people who don’t like Firestar, for this ends his line of famous kits. Also, better for me, because Feathertail survives!!! Win win! So Squirrelflight still raises the kits, and when they find out the truth, Hollyleaf is even more shocked because she does not even belong to ThunderClan! And she is still half-clan. This way it will also explain Jayfeather’s silver tabby pelt. How I imaged it now is that both Feathertail and Crowfeather become deputy, and they both become leaders of their clans. Crowfeather still has Breezepelt, and everything else happens like it does in the books! (Also, sorry about the Reedwhisker thing, I needed an excuse for Feathertail and Crowfeather to give their kits to ThunderClan!) Alright, may StarClan light your path!
Chapter One
Dovekit stepped out of the nursery on her little stubby legs. It was her first time out of the nursery. She watched as her sister, Cloudkit, did the same. Cloudkit was always doing what Dovekit was doing, but Dovekit didn’t mind. Rubystar, their mother, padded out after them.
“Okay, kits, I have to take care of some Clan buisness, so your brother will take care of you,” Rubystar meowed. Dovekit nodded, and Cloudkit quickly copied her. Cloudkit was light red and Dovekit was a rich ruby red. She saw a tom who was ruby red but not as deep as Dovekit pad over.
“Hello, kits,” he meowed, “I’m Cliffpaw, your brother.”
“Hi, Cliffpaw, I’m Dovekit!” Dovekit mewed.
“And I’m Cloudkit!” Cloudkit mewed.
“Well, you can go now, Mother,” Cliffpaw meowed.
“Thank you, Cliffpaw,” Rubystar meowed, and she quickly hurried off.
“Well, this is the camp,” Cliffpaw meowed. For the first time, Dovekit paid attention to her surroundings. She gasped, and her little body shook as she gasped. Cloudkit did the same, but she wasn’t copying Dovekit. The camp was a beautiful-but hidden-clearing in the forest. There was a huge tree with a hole in it and several dens. In a circle in the back, there was a tree that had places a full grown cat could fit into.
“What are those?” Dovekit asked.
“Yeah, what are those?” Cloudkit asked.
“Oh, those are Scarlet and Burnclaw’s old prisons,” Cliffpaw meowed, “They’re not used for that anymore. Cats go there to hang out, usually apprentices, like myself.”
“So cool,” Dovekit mewed.
“Yeah,” Cloudkit agreed. Then, a question came to Dovekit’s mind.
“Who are Scarlet and Burnclaw?” Dovekit asked.
“Well, before you two and I were kitted, there was a war,” Cliffpaw meowed, “It ended a few days before I was kitted, true fact. Anyway, Scarlet used to be Scarletstar, and she’s Mother’s mother. She allianced herself with Burnclaw and made us fight for Burnclaw. She took several prisoners and put them there. She made them fight each other, and if they survived a long time, she’d send Perilpelt in to kill them. Perilpelt is good now, but she used to be alive only to kill. Perilpelt had rouge training, which made her very, very dangerous. But she never kills anymore. She loves kits, don’t worry.” Dovekit could tell that Cliffpaw had meowed that as while Dovekit’s eyes were wide open with interest and amazement, Cloudkit was pressing closer to Dovekit and trembling.
“Anyway, I think that my tail has turned into a mouse, could you make sure?” Cliffpaw meowed.
“Certainly!” Dovekit and Cloudkit mewled. Then they attacked his tail as he moved it around.
***
Dovekit and Cloudkit were so worn out after that. They settled down for some milk with Rubystar in the nursery. An orange tom with golden spots padded into the nursery while the kits were eating.
“Hello, Sunflight,” Rubystar meowed.
“Hello, Rubystar, Dovekit, and Cloudkit,” Sunflight meowed, “I’m here to give you two a check up.” Sunflight inspected them, and he even picked them up by the scruff a few times. Dovekit and Cloudkit quickly objected to that.
“Two healthy kits, eating fine, though Dovekit’s left ear is deaf but her right one is stronger than others, and Cloudkit is a little too light, so you should give her more food,” Sunflight meowed, and he was on his way. After a good meal, Dovekit and Cloudkit settled down for the night.
They were just too innocent kits, unaware of the trouble that would come to them in the future.
BELONG- a twigbranch song by me, creekkit/creekbriar
Where do i belong?
Where do I call my home?
I spend my days thinking hard and long,
What nest do I call my own?
Where do I belong?
I feel torn,
I want to be with you two,
That’s been my dream,
Now it’s here and it doesn’t feel right,
Should I go?
Is that alright,
With you two?
With you three
’cause now he’s stepped in too, and-
What is this feeling?
When I’m around him?
My pelt tingles and
Why?
Why,
Did you have to part of this?
And I’m turning away!
Maybe from where I belong,
What is belonging?
’cause if this is it,
I’m not sure I like it!
I just need to do it…
But I can’t!
I just need to turn away…
What if I don’t have the strength!
Oh the look in her eyes,
I feel shocked,
Even though it comes as no big surprise,
Oh, the look in her eyes!
the betrayal….
thats me………
Did I make the right choice?
[spoiler title=”Anna ✨OoP✨”] “Petal! Wake up!! It’s evaluation day!” “Tell Professor Pine I’ll do it later” grumbled Petal. “Silly Petal! You can’t take the test again until next year!” Squealed Hela, her sister. She shuffled her paws in her cushion bed in her and Hela’s room in the royal palace. (Time skip) “now young scholars, today is the day you’ll be evaluated to see which job you fit into” meowed Professor Pine. “Do ya think I’ll pass as a healer?” Whispered Hela, but then was silenced by the Professor’s glare. She clumsily jumped through obstacles, which would decide if she was good enough to be a Hunter. Although every cat learned to hunt, hunters brought prey for the kingdom, and for the chefs to cook. (Time skip) “Petal; farmer, chef, jewler, mage. Hela; healer, with promising soldier skills. Sunstreak; Hunter, soldier. Bumble; farmer, mage. Asteria; jewler, tailor. Tau; hunter Cinnabar: soldier” Petal read the sign posted outside the school, ignoring Hela’s exited bouncing. “You’re going to have to be a lot more serious if you wanna be a healer!” She snapped. Petal walked to her new house, despite the fact she was a princess, and still had a room in the castle. Being royalty, she got and impressive house okay, maybe it’s a mansion she thought. She had a field and a large kitchen, and the jeweler shop was a quick walk away [/spoiler]
Chapter 13 of Eye of the Storm!
Chapter 13
“My kits,” Lilyspring gasped. “My kits are coming.”
Stormfrost’s eyes snapped open. It had only been a day since Rainmist’s death. Why couldn’t things stay peaceful until the escape? If the escape had been sooner, maybe Rainmist would still be alive.
“Your kits are coming?” Bramblebush’s mew sounded a few tail-lengths away. “You must be very, very quiet,” he instructed. “It will be hard, but if you don’t, Snake will take them away.”
Lilyspring whimpered, and Stormfrost sighed. She should probably help the young tortoiseshell.
Bramblebush brightened when he saw her. “Stormfrost!” he called. “Get me a stick. She’s going to need it.”
Stormfrost scoured the ground for a sturdy stick. She couldn’t risk searching outside of the makeshift den. None of Snake’s rogues could find out that Lilyspring was having her kits.
“Here’s a good one,” she murmured to herself, picking up a stick. She padded over to Lilyspring and handed it to her.
Lilyspring moaned in pain and bit down on the stick. Toadfoot shuffled closer to his mate.
“Hush,” Bramblebush reminded her. “I know it’s hard, but you can’t make a sound.”
Lilyspring gritted her teeth and hissed. “Easy for you to say.”
Seeing that she was no longer needed, Stormfrost returned to her nest. Beside her, Ryewing lifted his head. “What’s going on?”
“Lilyspring is having her kits.”
Ryewing’s eyes flashed with alarm. “That’s not good!”
Stormfrost rolled her eyes. “Thanks for pointing out the obvious.”
“Geez,” Ryewing mewed defensively.
Stormfrost shook her head to clear it. “No, I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m just missing Rainmist, I guess.”
Ryewing gazed sympathetically at her. “Everyone will miss her,” he meowed, his voice thick with grief. “She was a great cat.”
Stormfrost rested her head on her paws. She really was.
“Have you named them yet?” Stormfrost asked Lilyspring, nodding at the three kits squirming at her belly.
Lilyspring beamed. “Yes,” she gushed. “The little tortoiseshell she-cat is Morningkit, the black and white tom is Lightkit, and the tabby tom is Daykit.”
“Those are nice names,” Stormfrost remarked.
“Thank you,” Lilyspring purred. “I wanted to pick names that remind me of hope and happiness. Have you thought of any names for your kits?”
Stormfrost touched the tip of her tail to her belly. “For she-cats, we were thinking of Sweetkit and Blossomkit. For a tom, I like Ryekit, but Ryewing doesn’t want a kit named after him.”
“I like Blossomkit and Sweetkit,” Lilyspring said thoughtfully. “But I think that you have to see the kits before you name them.”
Sadness stabbed Stormfrost’s heart as she remembered Rainmist saying something similar about her own kits. The kits she would never see again.
Lilyspring looked at her in concern. “Are you okay?”
Stormfrost exhaled heavily. “No,” she answered honestly.
“What’s going on, Stormfrost?”
Lilyspring’s eyes widened. “Maybe you two should talk.”
Stormfrost turned to see Ryewing standing behind her. “Oh,” she murmured. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to worry you.”
“I want you to tell me your problems,” Ryewing insisted. “I’m your mate.”
Stormfrost looked away. “Let’s just go back to our nests.” She didn’t know why she didn’t want to tell Ryewing how she was feeling. She guessed it was because she was never very good at that.
“We can go back to our nests,” Ryewing agreed. “And then you will tell me what’s wrong.”
Stormfrost reluctantly mewed in agreement as she sat down in her nest. “I’m just having a really hard time getting over Rainmist’s death.”
“We all are,” Ryewing told her. “But I’m here for you. I know she was your best friend, and her death is very hard for you. It’s hard for me, too.”
“It’s not just that,” Stormfrost confessed. “It’s that the last thing she ever said to her kits was that they would be together soon. She promised them. And now… they will never see her again. And they don’t even know it. They don’t even know that both of their parents are dead.”
Ryewing wrapped his tail around her comfortingly. “They will see her again. In StarClan.”
Stormfrost shrugged off his tail and jerked her head to look at him, her eyes blazing. “How do you know that?” she exploded. “How do you know that the starry cats who live in the sky are real, huh?”
Ryewing was taken aback. Even Stormfrost was surprised by her own words. It was the first time she ever voiced not believing in StarClan. Ryewing stared at her for a long moment before finally speaking. “I don’t,” he whispered. “But I have faith that they are, and that’s enough for me.”
Stormfrost touched her muzzle to his ear. “I admire that about you,” she murmured softly. “But I just can’t think the same way.”
Ryewing pulled away and met her gaze. “I know,” he replied. “But I hope you know that you aren’t alone. You have me, and that will never change. I promise.”
But what if it does? Stormfrost thought in despair. She had seen how quickly a family could be ripped apart. What if that happened to hers? Her worst fear was that her kits would suffer the same fate as Rainmist and Swiftsnow’s did. But instead of telling Ryewing this, she simply leaned her head on his shoulder in silence.
“No! Willowheart!”
Stormfrost rushed to where everyone was gathering. “What’s going on?” she asked.
Bramblebush circled around the LakeClan medicine cat. “Get back!” he hissed. “I don’t need more sick cats.”
Willowheart sucked in a withering gasp and her eyes bulged. “StarClan has spoken to me at last!”
Lilyspring drew her three kits closer to her with the sweep of her tail. “What did they say?” she asked fretfully.
Willowheart opened her mouth to speak but was cut of by a coughing fit. Stormfrost shuddered as she was reminded of Rainmist.
Willowheart finally caught her breath. “They said… ‘The sky will clear, but it is only the eye of the storm.’”
Smokefoot sighed. “Must they always speak in riddles?”
“Yeah,” Owlface called. “Why can’t they just tell us what they mean?”
Echodust glared at the two toms. “That is your ancestors you are talking about!” she scolded. “Be more respectful!”
Willowheart suddenly was caught up in such a coughing fit that her body began to spasm. She started choking.
“Someone do something!” Fallowleap shrieked.
Bramblebush turned her onto her side. “Come on, Willowheart,” he muttered. “Breathe!”
Willowheart stopped choking and shaking and Stormfrost breathed a sigh of relief. But her relief was short-lived as she saw that Willowheart had stopped breathing. She was dead.
Bramblebush let out an anguished cry and bent down to touch noses with his old friend.
Not another death! Stormfrost wanted to cry out. Not so soon after Rainmist!
Dapplestar approached Willowheart. “May StarClan light your path,” she whispered to the young she-cat.
It’s not fair, Stormfrost thought angrily. The escape is only one day away. If it had been just a little sooner, Rainmist and Willowheart would have lived.
“The rest of the kits are getting rescued tonight, right?” Ryewing asked as they returned to their nests.
Stormfrost nodded. “And I’m leaving tomorrow,” she choked out. In truth, she was terrified of leaving Ryewing.
Ryewing could sense her fear. “Hey, don’t worry,” he mewed. “We will be together after the battle. And you don’t have a choice,” he added sternly. “Your kits are due any day now, and you can’t risk anything.”
The group of cats in the fourth rescue had gotten smaller. Willowheart and Rainmist were dead, making the group shrink to Reedstar, Lilyspring, Stormfrost, Lynxnose, Shadowpool, and Sleekpelt.
“Will Lilyspring’s kits be able to make the journey to ShadeClan?” Ryewing asked, pulling Stormfrost out of her thoughts.
Stormfrost blinked. “We will help her,” she answered. “They are our first priority to get to safety. Being born in secret puts them in the most danger.”
Ryewing glanced at the rising moon. “Tomorrow will be a full moon,” he mewed. “It will be good for traveling.”
“Lilyspring,” Morningkit squeaked. “I’m hungry!”
Lilyspring licked the tiny kit between her ears. “I know. You can eat soon,” she meowed
apologetically.
Hunger clawed at Stormfrost’s belly, but she stopped eating her bit of the shrew that multiple cats shared. She picked her measly ration up, and brought it to Lilyspring and her kits. “Here,” she offered. “You can take the rest of my meal.”
Gratitude flooded into Lilyspring’s gaze. “Thank you,” she mouthed.
Stormfrost dipped her head in acknowledgement and turned to walk away, nearly bumping into Heatherthorn on the way back.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry!”
“No,” Stormfrost rushed to say. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Heatherthorn glanced towards the hill. “He knows all the kits and apprentices are gone,” she whispered urgently. “There’s going to be a meeting, and it’s going to be bad.”
Stormfrost’s belly dropped. “No,” she managed to choke out. She knew he would find out, but she had hoped that he wouldn’t take action until the final rescue mission went out.
Heatherthorn’s eyes flicked to her belly. “You better be careful,” she warned, and padded off to tell the others about the meeting.
As all of the prisoners trudged to the base of the hill, Stormfrost noticed how thin they all were. They wouldn’t survive much longer like this.
“You think that you can fool me? That you can go behind my back and defeat me?” Snake roared as he paced on the hilltop. “You can’t! You can’t because I am your leader. You are nothing! No more food for the rest of the quarter moon!”
Stormfrost knew that his punishment wouldn’t do much. In a quarter moon, all of this would be over.
Snake’s eyes suddenly flashed. “I know who did this,” he snarled. “And they are about to pay.”
Stormfrost shrank back. Surely he couldn’t know the truth?
Snake outstretched his claws so quickly that it all looked like a blur. He grabbed Volepaw, who yelped. “You did this! You are a traitor!” Snake spat.
Volepaw’s eyes widened in terror. “N-n-no!” he stammered. “I knew nothing about this!”
Stormfrost knew that this was true. Volepaw and Palepaw joined for protection. They weren’t a part of the rebellion. Unfortunately for Volepaw, Snake didn’t.
Snake dug his claws into Volepaw’s throat, killing him instantly. Beside Stormfrost, Lilyspring murmured a quick prayer for her lost Clanmate.
“Great StarClan,” Stormfrost breathed. How much more could she take of these horrors? She glanced at the sun, which was setting. Only a little bit until she would be out of there.
Snake flicked his tail. “Get out of here,” he growled. “Now!”
Stormfrost sighed with relief. Her last meeting was over.
Ryewing was right. The full moon was good for traveling.
Heatherthorn and Sootnose were waiting for everyone to say their goodbyes, and then they would get going.
Stormfrost pressed against Ryewing. “I don’t want to leave you,” she whispered. “What if I lose you?”
A shadow crossed Ryewing’s face. “You won’t,” he promised.
Stormfrost touched her muzzle to his. “When this is over, we can name our kits.”
Ryewing played along. “When they are old enough to eat prey, I will go hunting and bring them something new to try every day. They will never go hungry.”
“When they are apprentices, we will take them out hunting as a family, and teach them every word of the warrior code.”
“Before their warrior ceremony, we can think of all the possible names they might have.”
“Then we can have a second litter, and do it all over again.” Stormfrost was filled with the same overwhelming joy that she felt when she found out she was expecting. “And we will grow old together, and watch our kits have kits. And we will be happy.”
Ryewing licked her cheek. “We will,” he echoed. He pulled away. “You have to go now.” Pain filled his mew as he said goodbye.
“Mouse-brain! Let’s go!”
Stormfrost whipped around. “Foxfang? I thought you weren’t going.”
Foxfang rolled her eyes. “I’m not. I came here to say goodbye.”
“Oh.” Foxfang being nice? This was strange. “Well, goodbye. Thank you for all you have done.”
Foxfang waved her tail dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Just make sure to tell Everflame that…” her voice trailed off.
Stormfrost knew what she meant. “I will,” she told her.
Foxfang shifted on her paws. “Well… they’re waiting. You better get going.”
“Yeah,” Stormfrost mewed awkwardly. She walked away, joining the small group about to escape to safety.
“Okay,” Heatherthorn began in a hushed voice. “We have to be extremely quiet, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“I need two volunteers to carry Daykit and Lightkit,” Sootnose meowed.
“I’m not too sick,” Sleekpelt answered. “I can take one.”
“I’ll take the other,” Stormfrost offered, picking up Daykit. The tabby tom squirmed in her grasp.
Sootnose nodded. “Alright. Let’s get going.”
Stormfrost felt the pine branches brush against her pelt and she shifted to protect Daykit from getting scratched.
“How far is it?” Shadowpool called. “I don’t know how much Lynxnose can walk.”
“Not too far from here,” Heatherthorn replied. “It was much farther for the kits traveling from LakeClan.”
A sudden yowl caused Stormfrost to nearly jump out of her fur. She let out a muffled cry of warning and Sootnose screeched for them to run. Stormfrost began to bound forward when she felt a stab of pain in her belly. She dropped Daykit.
“My kits are coming!” she exclaimed.
Heatherthorn rushed to pick up Daykit. “Sootnose help her!”
Sootnose looked around desperately. “I don’t know how to deliver kits!”
Stormfrost gasped in pain. “Keep moving!” she hissed. “We have to make it to ShadeClan!”
Sootnose glanced behind them and his eyes darkened. “Stormfrost, I need you to run as fast as you can,” he instructed.
Stormfrost pushed aside her pain and obeyed. As she fled blindly, she heard a shriek of agony. “Oh no, Sootnose,” she murmured.
Heatherthorn was waiting for her. “Shadowpool has Daykit,” she mewed. “Let’s go, quick! Where’s Sootnose?”
Stormfrost merely shook her head and grief sparked in Heatherthorn’s eyes. “There’s no time to grieve,” she reminded herself. “Let’s get you to Duckfeather and Ambershine.”
Stormfrost staggered into the ShadeClan camp, her vision spotting. She collapsed into the medicine den.
I am finally safe, and my kits will be born free. I can only hope that Ryewing will join us soon.
This is great! I love it! You’re an amazing writer! 😀
Tysm!
i’m running out of cats i want 2 write songs about!
i’ve done an Ashfur one, a Tigerstar,hawkfrost,darkstripe and Brambleclaw joint one, a Ravenpaw one, A twigbranch one…
plz, give me ideas !
Hmmm how about a Cinderheart or Cinderpelt one?
Ideas:
[spoiler title=spoiler]You could do a song about… Turtle Tail, Gray Wing, Graystripe, Yellowfang, Pebble Heart, Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Jayfeather, Ivypool, Hollyleaf, Mapleshade, Firestar, Sandstorm, Brightheart, Barley, Bluestar, Dovewing, Cinderpelt, Rainswept Flower, Clear Sky, Slash, Purdy, Lionheart, Spottedleaf, Jessy, Breezepelt, Tree, Rootspring, Honeyfern, Cody, Smudge, Bristlefrost, Silverstream, Millie, Brackenfur, Thornclaw, Lionblaze, Cinderheart, Daisy, Longtail, Ferncloud, Sol, Scourge, Mosskit, Snowkit, Shadowsight, Crookedstar, Oakheart, Brambleberry, Bumblestripe, Blossomfall, Briarlight, Feathertail, Stormfur, Sleekwhisker, Needletail, Leafstar, Pebbleshine, Hawkwing, Dustpelt, Moth Flight, Micah, Slate, Rainflower, Brokenstar, Star Flower, Darktail, Onestar, Blackstar, Mothwing, Sasha, Moonflower, Goosefeather, Goldenflower, Redtail, Finleap, Root, Moonlight, Sunstar, Pinestar, Oakstar, Featherwhisker, Raggedstar…[/spoiler]
Squirrelflight loveri’ll do Scourge, thnx 4 the suggestion, turtle!
You could do a Feathertail one! Maybe a Alderheart one? Or one about Jayfeather?
Where’s the Twigbranch one? And also maybe you can do a Cinderheart and Cinderpelt collab or duet?
the twigbranch one is a bit further up one this page, i might repost it. I’ve already done a Lionblaze and Cinderheart one which i forgot about, so i might not do a Cinderheart and Cinderpelt one.
Warrior cat from the views of a housecat.
Lilly sat up and her collar made a sweet jangle as she trotted towards her food bowl. The food wasn’t the best, but it was better than starving as you desperately try to hunt for food, soaking wet to be rewarded by a mouthful of fur and then Fighting for your life over nothing. That was the life of a warrior cat.