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Kurt Vonnegut


  • Chapter 8 of The First Warrior!! All feedback is appreciated!

    Chapter 8

    Lionscar whipped around, the darkness closing in on him. “Swiftsnow!”
    Swiftsnow lurked into sight, his golden eyes flashing. “You left me to die,” he accused.
    “No!” Lionscar snarled. “I didn’t! There was nothing I could have done, and you’re not even real! The real Swiftsnow would be proud of who his son is.” How he wished his father could tell him this, instead of Lionscar having to assume.
    Rainmist darted forward. “Lionscar!” she cried. “I’ll be there soon! Just a little while longer! I promise! Tell your sisters I’ll be with you soon.” She brushed her tail along his cheek.
    Lionscar recoiled. “Shut up,” he hissed quietly. “You’re not real.”
    “I promise, Lionscar! I promise!”
    “Shut up!” Lionscar yowled. “You’re not Rainmist! You’re not real!” Pain ripped through his heart every time he saw that look of hurt flash across his mother’s face. That’s not Rainmist, he reminded himself.
    Lionscar sighed with relief. This was usually where the dream ended. This was where he would wake up and talk to Lilypaw about it. Instead, he remained in the darkness. “What’s going on?” he muttered to himself.
    “You killed me.”
    Cold dread washed over Lionscar at Ravenpelt’s low growl. “No,” he whimpered. “Oh, StarClan, please no.” The dream had extended.
    Ravenpelt launched himself towards Lionscar, his claws hooking onto his throat. “I had kits. And a mate named Palelight who I loved. YOU TOOK THAT FROM ME!” Ravenpelt screeched, digging his claws in deeper.
    Lionscar desperately clawed at Ravenpelt. “Let go,” he gagged. “Please. You’ll kill me.”
    Ravenpelt hissed. “Like you killed me?”
    “You… were about… to kill Lilypaw,” he gasped in return. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Swiftsnow and Rainmist nearing in on him. Is this the end? Lionscar wondered. He closed his eyes, fearing the worst…
    Lionscar jolted awake. “Get back!” he growled.
    Izzy’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”
    Lionscar shook his head to clear it, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry. Bad dream.”
    Izzy laid back down. “Oh. I’ve never had a nightmare,” she replied. “They sound scary though. All of my dreams are about chasing mice.”
    Lionscar exhaled heavily. Izzy passed her final assessment two days after Lionscar was made a warrior. Unfortunately for him, that meant that she joined him in the warriors den. I wish it was Lilypaw, not her. He could feel Lilypaw’s absence, especially after his dream. She was always the one to comfort him.
    Lionscar curled up in an attempt to fall back asleep, but he knew he would be awake the rest of the night. At least tomorrow is the quarter moon. I can see Brindlepaw and Sorrelpaw again.

    “Lionpaw!” Sorrelpaw exclaimed. “You’re here!”
    Lionscar ruffled his pelt. “It’s the quarter moon, isn’t it? And it’s Lionscar now,” he stated proudly.
    Sorrelpaw nuzzled her brother. “Congratulations, brother!”
    “We have warrior names now, too!” Brindlepaw cut in.
    “What are they?”
    “I’m Brindlefur and she’s Sorrelflower!”
    Sorrelflower nudged Brindlefur. “I wanted to tell him my name.”
    Brindlefur nudged her back. “Too bad.”
    Lionscar purred. “Well I’m very happy for you, Brindlefur and Sorrelflower.” He hesitated before asking his next question. “Did you feel Rainmist and Swiftsnow there?”
    Brindlefur tilted her head. “What do you mean by feel them?”
    Lionscar blinked and looked at his paws. He hoped they didn’t think he had bees in his brain. “I… I looked to the stars when they were cheering my name,” he murmured. “I spoke to them, and told them I missed them. I guess after that I just felt like they were beside me. I don’t know. It’s probably because I miss them so much that I’m imagining things.”
    Sorrelflower pressed up against him, tears glittering in her eyes. “I feel them sometimes, too,” she whispered. “It’s hard, seeing Applenose and Moletooth with Sneezebird. It makes me hurt inside, knowing I can’t just run to Rainmist when I have a bad day. But sometimes… I don’t know. I feel a morning breeze ruffle my fur or get chills from the way the moonlight hits the mountains, and I know they’re still looking over us. It will be a while until we will see them again, but one day we’ll all be together again.”
    Brindlefur flicked her tail. “Well you two are in a sappy mood tonight,” she declared loudly.
    Sorrelflower shook her head. “She gets uncomfortable in emotional situations,” she explained.
    Lionscar felt his chest tightening at the fact that his sisters had to explain their personalities to him. They’re all I have left, and I’m letting them slip away! he thought in despair. No. They aren’t all you have left. You have Lilypaw, he reminded himself.
    “Promise me something,” he said suddenly, causing Sorrelflower and Brindlefur to break up another one of their play-fights. “Promise me that no matter how far apart we feel, we will always stay kin. Always.”
    Brindlefur rolled her eyes. “Hare-brain,” she teased. “We can’t just stop being kin! We share blood!”
    Sorrelflower glared at her. “You know what he means.” She turned back to Lionscar. “I promise.”
    Brindlefur pressed her head into Lionscar’s shoulder. “While you could use some rewording to make that make more sense, I promise. Now can we stop being so emotional?”
    Lionscar leapt on top of Brindlefur’s back. “I always won our play fights when we were kits.”
    Brindlefur growled and flipped him over. “Sorrelflower you better fight on my side!”
    Sorrelflower laughed. “I’m happy to finally beat him.”
    “You fox-hearts,” Lionscar yowled playfully as Sorrelflower tackled him.
    “We finally won!” Sorrelflower cried.
    “Shhh!” Brindlefur purred. She looked at Lionscar funny. “You talk like a PineClan cat now. I just noticed that.”
    Lionscar squinted. He hoped this wouldn’t be another one of those things that Brindlefur said that made him feel like he didn’t belong. “What do you mean?” he asked.
    “Like, you say things like mouse-dung, mouse-brain, fox-heart, and bees in your brain. Stuff like that. In RockClan we say hare-dung, hare-brain, and wolf-heart. You used to talk like a RockClan cat, but now you don’t.”
    “Oh.” Lionscar had never thought about how each Clan had their own sayings. “Was there a point to that?”
    Brindlefur shrugged. “No. I just thought it was interesting.”
    Sorrelflower glanced at the sky. “Dawn is almost here,” she murmured. “Brindlefur and I should get back soon.”
    Brindlefur sniffed. “You just want to get back to Mistpelt!” she accused.
    Sorrelflower scuffed the ground. “No.”
    Lionscar let out a mrrow of laughter. “Is Mistpelt her mate now?” he asked.
    “She wishes!” Brindlefur meowed. “Mistpelt obviously likes Dawnclaw so much better than you.”
    Jealousy sparked in Sorrelflower’s eyes. “They’re just friends,” she insisted.
    Brindlefur snorted. “No, you’re just friends.”
    “Whatever,” Sorrelflower hissed. She shot Lionscar a knowing look. “Isn’t she such a dream crusher?”
    Lionscar nodded exaggeratedly. “She is.”
    Brindlefur shouldered past Sorrelflower. “Okay, okay. Hey Lionscar, is there anyone that you like?”
    Heat flooded through Lionscar’s pelt as he thought of Lilypaw. “Yeah,” he said softly.
    Sorrelflower gasped and leaned forward. “Who?”
    “Her name is Lilypaw,” Lionscar told them. “Stormfrost’s daughter. She’s really special. She understands me, and isn’t wary of me for being born in RockClan, unlike her sister, Dawnpaw.”
    “Wow. I never would have guessed that you like Lilypaw. What, after the hundred times you mentioned her?” Brindlefur mewed loudly.
    Lionscar poked his sister’s side. “Oh, shut up,” he purred. “I think I’m in love with her.” His heart swelled at the realization.
    Sorrelflower touched noses with him. “I’m happy that you’ve found happiness.”
    “Thank you.”
    Brindlefur nodded up at the sky. “This is great and all, but we really should get going.”
    Lionscar dipped his head. “I’ll see you next quarter moon?”
    “Like always,” Brindlefur promised.
    Lionscar happily turned to go back to camp, but stopped in his tracks at a familiar scent.

  • Chapter Thirteen
    Dove started hearing cat’s voices. Where was she? Dove remembered her life flash before her eyes and then the world went black.
    “Is she okay?” Jay’s panicked.
    “She’s going to be fine, she’s breathing, and they’re fine too,” Sunflight’s voice meowed. Who else is going to be fine other than me? Dove thought, I don’t think I can be kitting when I faint. Dove peeled her yellow eyes open. She saw a very familiar place… no, it couldn’t be! This was the WingClan nursery! WHERE DOVE WAS KITTED!
    “See? She’s fine,” Sunflight meowed.
    “What happened?” Dove asked.
    “Well, when you fainted, me and some other cats carried you to the WingClan camp,” Jay meowed, “And you kept kitting despite the fact that you fainted.”
    “My whole life flashed before my eyes while I fainted,” Dove meowed. Suddenly, with a jolt, she realized: She wasn’t feeling kicking and squirming in her belly anymore! No more spasms and pain!
    “Where are my kits?” Dove asked.
    “Look down,” Sunflight smiled. Dove looked, and there she saw 3 tiny she-kits and 1 tiny tom-kit. There were two dark red she-kits, one light red she-kit, and the tom-kit was a silver tabby.
    “They’re beautiful,” Dove gasped, “More than I thought, and boy, did I think a lot about them.” Her kits were all sleeping, their paws twitching as they dreamed about hunting, probably. Dove’s little Warriors. Suddenly, Dove noticed red spots on all the kits. They weren’t spots on their fur. They were little pools, starting to trickle down their tiny bodies.
    “WHY IS THERE BLOOD ON MY KITS?!” Dove screams, moving them as close to her as possible.
    “It’s yours,” Sunflight pointed out, “And so is all the blood soaking your most ness and on the nursery floor.” Dove yelped and started cleaning the kits.
    “Sunflight, someone would like to see Dove,” Scorchflame, Dove’s mentor when she had been an apprentice here, stuck his scarred red head in.
    “Okay, I’ll leave so that cat can come in,” Sunflight meowed. Dove was still licking the blood of her little silver tabby tom-kit, who was now trying to retreat, which roused his sisters, who started mewling.
    “I see that there is a little situation going on there,” Jay meowed happily about his kits.
    “I can tell,” Dove meowed. She let all her kits come and drink her milk to calm them down. A sick looking dark red she-cat padded into the nursery. Dove didn’t recognize her until she looked at the eyes. Orange eyes. The eyes seemed to say “Is it really you?”
    “I can’t believe it’s you!”
    “I can’t believe you’re alive!”
    “How have things been?”
    “What happened to you?”
    “I had kits!”
    “They’re beautiful.” Pause.
    “I’ve missed you so much!” Dove and her sister, Cloudheart, meowed at the same time.
    “Anyone care to inform me on what the StarClan is going on?” Jay asked.
    “Jay, this is my sister, Cloudheart, Cloudheart, this is my mate, Jay,” Dove meowed.
    “Actually, it’s Cloudstar now,” Cloudstar meowed.
    “Oh wow!” Dove meowed, “Which life are you on?”
    “Last, I’m afraid, and I’m quick sick, almost dying,” Cloudstar meowed.
    “I can’t let you die, I just came here!” Dove pouted.
    “Not yet,” Cloudstar meowed, “So, what are you naming them?”
    “Well, the two dark red she-kits are Rubykit and Cloudkit, and the light red she-kit is Skykit,” Dove meowed.
    “Okay, and what about the tom-kit?” Cloudstar asked.
    “His name is Sam, like my former leader when I was a loner at Sam’s Barn,” Jay meowed, “Until we were attacked by stinking Bailey’s Barn.”
    “How about Salmonkit?” Dove asked, “Salmon has Sam in it, and Salmonkit is a Clan name, just like Rubykit, Cloudkit, and Skykit.”
    “Wait, so we’re Clan cats now?” Jay asked.
    “Yes, I guess so,” Dove meowed, “I’m a Clan cat again. I’ll just be Dovefeather again, but Jay, do you want a Warrior name?”
    “Give me some time to think,” Jay meowed.
    “Okay,” Cloudstar nodded. Dovefeather’s kits had stopped suckling and were now taking a nap again. Suddenly, Cloudstar fell over and started dying.
    “No, Cloudstar, I’ve already lost mother and father, I can’t loose you too!” Dovefeather cried. Sunflight ran in, but Cloudstar was already dying. No one could save her.
    “Dovefeather, you are the rightful Queen of this Clan,” Cloudstar meowed, “StarClan is trying to tell me that, and you too. You have heirs. I have none. I wasn’t the rightful Queen all along. You just needed time to find your heart. And it lies here. Dovefeather, you are not Queen of WingClan.”
    “No-no-no-Cloudstar!” Dovefeather cried, “One last thing.”
    “What?” Cloudstar coughed.
    “I love you, and you’re the best sister a she-cat could ask for,” Dovefeather cried.
    “Please watch your kits and make sure Cliffheart doesn’t do anything stupid,” Cloudstar started crying too, “Again.”
    “I’ll miss you,” Dovefeather cried, “Sister.”
    “And I’ll miss you too,” Cloudstar cried. And Cloudstar died. Dovefeather knew what she had to do. She fell asleep.
    In her dream, she was in StarClan. Rubystar stepped forward, all starry and magestic.
    “In this life, I give you freedom,” Rubystar meowed, “You will always leave the rouge forest untouched, and will often visit.”
    “I’ve missed you,” Dovefeather whispered. The next cat was a starry orange tom.
    “With this life, I give you justice,” Smokeflame, Dovefeather’s father, meowed, “It will lead your Clan through hard times.” An orange she-cat stepped forwards.
    “I am Tormalineclaw,” she meowed, “With this life, I give you sense. Use it well for seeing common sense.” After all of her lives but one had been given, Dovefeather was excited. She was about to become Dovestar! Just what she’d always dreamed of! A sleek, starry red she-cat who actually kind of looked a little like she was just cured from a sickness padded forwards.
    “Cloudstar,” Dovefeather whispered to her sister.
    “Dovefeather, with this life I give you love,” Cloudstar meowed, “Use it on all the cats of your Clan.”
    “Now you are Dovestar,” all the cats meowed, “Dovestar! Dovestar!” Dovestar smiled. She woke up and padded out of the nursery. She lept into the treetop. Her treetop. She sat down in it and stared down at WingClan. Her Clan.
    “Cloudstar is dead,” Dovestar shouted, “I have come back and had my kits. I have recived 9 lives. I am now Dovestar!”
    “Dovestar! Dovestar!” the whole Clan cheered.
    “And I would like to introduce your new king,” Dovestar meowed, “Jay!” Jay stepped out of the nursery and sat down next to Sunflight at the tree roots.
    “Jay, will you acept a Warrior name?” Dovestar asked.
    “Yes,” Jay meowed.
    “I, Dovestar, leader of WingClan, call upon my Warrior ancestors to look down on my mate. He knows how to hunt, fight, and protect cats weaker then himself, and he will learn the Warrior code quickly,” Dovestar meowed, “I hope that you let me give him his Warrior name. Jay, you will now permenantly be known as Jayheart, for your kindness and fairness.”
    “Jayheart! Jayheart!” the Clan cheered. Dovestar and her mate padded to the nursery to their kits.
    Finally, Dovestar had claimed her treetop.

  • Chapter Two of the book of mine!:
    (by the way, Spottedkit’s a calico, Melonkit’s a snowshoe, Violetkit’s a chimera, and Rushingkit’s an albino)

    Melonkit bounded across a green field. Her tail flicked in the beautiful sunlight. Meanwhile, Rushingkit struggled, his almost pink fur sweating.
    “Come on, guys! Wait up! It’s too hot over here!” he called. His pink-ish eyes glared at nothing.
    Melonkit bleated, “But we’re almost there!
    “You said that, like, an hour ago!”
    “No, listen, I hear the princess!”
    Up ahead, the princess said, “We are here!”
    The group entered a large, empty space, filled with nothing but grass, flowers, a soft stream, and an acacia tree.
    “Yes!” cried Rushingkit. He ran to the water, cooled himself off, then rushed under the tree. “Ahh…”
    “I’m glad you like it,” laughed the princess.
    “Oh- I- I’m sorry, you’re Majesty, I-”
    “What are you sorry for? I feel good knowing you like the new territory!”
    Meanwhile, Melonkit looked around. She saw some roses and ran over to smell them. They smelled… rosy.
    Suddenly, Pearlpaw cried out in pain. She yowled, as though asking someone for help via screams. Clearrose rushed over, remembering how Waspstorm had helped her sister when she was kitting. She grabbed a fallen twig for Pearlpaw to bite on, and soon, five little kits popped out.
    “What will you name them?” Asked Clearrose and the princess, almost in sync.
    “Well, this little grey one is going to be… Greenkit, because the grass is so green beside him. This one is going to be Silverkit, because he has the most shiny fur I’ve ever seen. This one is Pinkkint, because just look at that little pink nose with her white fur! And this one is Moorkit, in honor of the moor he should’ve been born on, that’s now as dark grey as his pelt. And this one, this little black one… he looks so much like his father… Waspkit.” She sighed tearfully, and put a paw on her kits. “They… they all do.”
    She scooped up each kit, one after another, with her six-toed paw, her extra toe black as night.
    The kits, once cleaned, began to squeal, and Pearlpaw gave them the milk they whined for.
    Melonkit tip-toed over, watching the tiny, suckling kits in awe. She thought that they were so cute, and so young. Even though she was four moons old, she felt so much older than them, for a reason she couldn’t grasp. Melonkit looked into Clearrose’s eyes, with glittered in happiness, but they also looked sad.
    “Are you okay?” Melonkit asked.
    “I’m fine, it’s just… I’ve tried to have kits before, but they were all stillborn. Except for one. But… a fox took her.” Clearrose mewled.
    “I’m so sorry,” Melonkit mumbled.
    Moorkit hiccuped, his way of saying I’m full, Mom. He rolled a bit then lay still, chest rising and falling slowly.
    “Aw,” Pearlpaw whispered.
    The princess then said, “Pearlpaw, you are know too old for this name. You are now to be known as Pearlbloom.”
    “Thank you,” Pearlbloom nodded.
    Melonkit bounded back to her roses, relaxing herself. SavannahClan was thriving anew already…

  • This book is about a young kit who does not know where she belongs she was born away from the clans. I don’t have a title so help me choose a title.


    Everest screeched in pain. She was alone in the dark and pain. Her kits were coming and no one was there to help her. She was a loner but she had found a tom called Horse. They had fallen in love but then he had mystriously disappeared.
    She screeched again in pain. On kit slipped on to the moss, she was a pale tabby with amber eyes and was sadly missing a ear. Everest gasped in shock and horror. But before she new it another kit was right beside the first one. This kit was cream with green eyes it was a she. And then another kit showed up this one screeched, it was cream and white.
    Everest licked them lovingly. She nugged the second one, it barly stirred. She starred wide eyed and quietly prayed to StarClan that she was not dead. Then she layed down and dozed of.

    When she woke the little she-kit was squirrming but just barely. Everest stood up and grabbed her new litter. She new she had to leave that place but where could she go? She decided to head to the west. As she walked she thought over names for them and then she thought of the perfect one for the one missing the ear. Lost. And then the one for the loud one should be Tangle. The quiet one well Mint would be a very nice name.
    As Everest crested the hill she saw a moor with a ravine in the middle of it. She new this was the perfect place to raise her kits. She started walking down the hill. When she arrived at the ravine a huge cat jumped up the ravine and stood infront of her.
    “Do not take one more step closer or I’ll attack.” The cat yowled.
    Everest crouched low trying to make herself small. She didn’t want this big cat to hurt her kits but she didn’t want to seem weak.”I… I’m Everest. Don’t hurt my kits please.” She studdered.
    The cat bowed his head apologeticly. “Sorry, my names Raccoonstripe. I am deputy of RavenClan. Here let me take you to Sedgestar.” He leaped down into the camp below. Everest followed. She scrambled down the rocks.
    When they got to the bottom Raccoonstripe lead her threw a fern tunnel that lead into the camp. They made there way across the camp. Everest shivered all the cats were staring at her wispering. When they got to a big den Raccoon called threw the hanging lichen. “Sedgestar may I come in I have a cat that wants to see you.”
    “Yes of course! Come in!” Sedgestar answered.
    Everest walked in with her kits hanging from her mouth. She set her kits down and bowed low. “It is a honor to meet you Sedgestar. I am Everest I have recently kitted so sorry if I sound a little tired. But I was wondering around looking for a place to make camp when your nice warrior Raccoonstripe invited me to talk to you. Now if you don’t mind can I stay in your camp for a while till my kits are able to be weaned. Then I will be out of your paws.”
    “Oh don’t worry about a thing! You know I had my own litter of kits so I know what your talking about. Of course you can stay.” Sedgestar said warmly. “Raccoonstripe can you take Everest here over to the nursery.”
    “Of course,” Raccoonstripe dipped his head and walked out of the den. They walked over to a bramble bush. “Here you go Everest. I’m sure you’ll get along quite nicely with Mosspelt. She recently had kits too. Well I have to go line up hunting patrols.” Raccoonstripe hurried off.
    Everest scrambled into the den where she found a ginger she-cat glaring at her and muttering. Everest saw a nest recently made up for her. She set her kits in the nest and curled around them. She stared at the ginger she-cat wondering why she was made at her but right now that didn’t matter. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.


    Mintkit grows up and she goes to look for her mom and father.

  • Destruction in His Eye:

    “Beware the cat with heaven in one eye and destruction in the other!” 

    Echolight awoke with a start. She and the other medicine cats were gathered at the Star Tree,but everyone else was still asleep. 

    ‘Beware the cat with heaven in one eye and destruction in the other’,the words swam around her head. What did it mean? This was the first omen she had received,and it seemed to make no sense. 

    Gingerleg and Oakmoth,the CloudClan medicine cats,started to wake. “I need to tell you something once the others get up.” Echolight stated nervously. They both nodded,and Oakmoth stretched xer legs. Soon,all the cats were awake and ready to listen. 

    “I got my first omen tonight,” Echolight began. Mudflash,the medicine cat from RainClan,congratulated her,but she didn’t pay attention. “and it feel like I should share it.” She took a shaky breath and continued.

    “I was in a large field,and when I Iooked to my left I saw a ginger tabby. They didn’t approach me,but instead called out: ‘beware a cat with heaven in one eye and destruction in the other’. I then woke up.” Echolight met the gazes of the other cats,hoping for help with how to interpret the message.

    Gingerleg was the first to speak. “I think you should tell your clan leader about this before we try to figure it out.” he suggested,wrapping his tail around his paws. The ValleyClan medicine cat,Iceglow,nodded. 

    “I agree. We don’t know what it means yet,but informing your clanmates will help.” she said calmly. “Al-alright. Thank you for the advice.” Echolight sighed and stood up. She had a very bad feeling. 

    A few days had passed since the half-moon gathering,and Echolight was still worrying about the omen. She had informed Thornstar,but he didn’t seem to be very concerned. He said the best thing to do was ignore it for now,claiming FrostClan had enough issues to worry about without StarClan’s interference. Two elders told her a story about how cats with two different colored eyes had split personalities,but she didn’t exactly believe them. Eye and fur colors don’t represent a cat. 

    Another one of her concerns was Sunpool,a she-cat due to give birth any day. It was the middle of leaf-bare,so there weren’t as many herbs to help the queen. As Echolight was making new nests in the medicine cat den,Acornpaw ran in. 

    “Sunpool’s went into labor!” he yowled,panicked. Echolight shot out of the den,Acornpaw at her side. “Ok. Um,Acornpaw,go find Ravenstep.” Echolight told him,and he rushed off. She pushed her way through the bracken in front of the nursery and sat down next to Sunpool. A few moments later Ravenstep came in holding a stick. 

    “I remember you telling me that some queens like to bite down on things when the pain comes.” he dropped it and waited for the next task. Ravenstep was a warrior who didn’t mind helping Echolight with her medicine cat duties,and she appreciated it. 

    “I have some Iris petals wrapped in leaves at the back of my den,please go get them.” she ordered. Ravenstep left,making sure not to bump into the other queen,Fogwing. 

    Bad scenarios were flying through Echolight’s head. What if the kits don’t make it? What if there are complications? What if Sunpool dies? She tried her best to ignore the thoughts and instead focused on one thing at a time. “Push when your ready,Sunpool.”

    Sunpool survived and gave birth to four kits,but two of them were stillborn. The ones that lived are Sandkit,a fluffy tan she-kit,and Eaglekit,a small tom. None of them have deformities like she feared,but sadness weighed on her when she thought of Specklekit and Flamekit,the two who didn’t survive. 

    Eaglekit had a strange fur marking on his face. One half of it was dark brown,while the other half was white,and the colors split evenly down the center. When the elders heard about this,they said it was a sign of split personalities like different colored eyes. Echolight worried that Eaglekit would be treated differently because of it. 

    The omen still weighed on her shoulders. Yet nothing bad had happened,and StarClan hadn’t said anymore. The best explanation Echolight could come up with was a cat who had power over peace and destruction. But why would their eyes be involved? Could they see both good and bad outcomes? Or did they have the power to see both StarClan and Dark Forest cats? 

    She didn’t know. Echolight wondered if the eye color superstition mattered,that maybe Sandkit or Eaglekit would have different colored eyes. She kept herself busy in an attempt to not think about it,but it didn’t work. The words were always on her mind.

    A week had passed since Sunpool gave birth,and Sandkit had gotten sick. The she-cat died yesterday. Now it was only Eaglekit remaining. 

    Echolight felt guilty. I should have checked on them more. I should have given them strengthening herbs. Sunpool had become very protective of Eaglekit,and didn’t like when cats got near him. Echolight came to make sure the tom was healthy everyday,but she was still worried. 

    Fogwing poked her head into the medicine cat den,looking somewhat distressed. “Hey, Echolight. Eaglekit’s opened his eyes,can you come look at them? There’s something wrong.” Echolight quickly walked over to the nursery,praying that it was something fixable. She was wrong. 

    Eaglekit was being cleaned by Sunpool,his eyes wide open. He was growing well,and wasn’t sick or weak. But Echolight may have been wrong about none of the kits being deformed. His left eye was a normal blue,and his right eye was a milky white. 

  • Thrushpelt’s Trust—Chapter 11

    “Be careful,” Smallear murmured, hovering at Thrushpaw’s shoulder, close enough that he could feel the pale grey tom’s breath on the back of his ears. “Remember, this isn’t a competition. We’re just trying to get a feel for what we need to work on.” 
    “C’mon, how am I supposed to train if you’re practically sitting on my opponent?” Whitepaw objected, scowling at her mentor. She turned back to Thrushpaw, and rolled her good eye. “I could beat him with both my eyes clawed.” 
    Thrushpaw squared his shoulders, and glanced over at Adderfang for permission to start. 
    He was pretty sure that he and Smallear were both far more nervous about her first training session since the badgers than Whitepaw was, despite the fact that she was the one with a blind eye. As his mentor nodded, Whitepaw scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue. 
    With a deep breath, Thrushpaw moved forwards, much slower than he would normally attack. Whitepaw caught his eyes briefly, her eye sparkling with amusement. “Really?” she muttered, side stepping him and throwing her shoulder against his. 
    Emboldened, he rolled with the momentum, lashing out with his hindlegs as he dropped. She darted forwards to pin him, and his hindpaw caught her squarely in the jaw. 
    “I said to be careful!” Smallear squawked as Whitepaw flinched and sat down hard on her haunches. 
    Thrushpaw sprang back to his feet, trying to catch his sister’s gaze. “Are you alright? I’m sorry, I should have moved slower…” 
    “I’m fine,” Whitepaw muttered, rubbing at her cheek with a paw. “It doesn’t really hurt that much.” She closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly. 
    “You got him pretty good at the beginning,” Adderfang commented, stretching. The tabby sidled over to Thrushpaw, and boxed him lightly over the ears. “You threw too much weight into that strike, kid. A bigger cat would have sent you flying.” 
    Whitepaw flicked an ear in their direction, her eye opening into a little slit. “I’m not an idiot,” she replied tartly, then sighed. “Sorry, I just…..this is going to take some getting used to.” She shrugged, and rose back to her paws. “Let’s go again.” 
    This time, he kept to the defensive, letting her move first. Her reaction time was much better when he stuck to her good side, but her expression grew progressively more frustrated. 
    “That was really good!” Thrushpaw praised as she stepped away, letting him rise back to her feet. 
    “Thrushpaw, no one will go easy on me in a real fight,” Whitepaw objected, glancing between Smallear and Adderfang. “Right?”
    “Well-” Smallear began, but Adderfang cut him off. 
    “Exactly,” Adderfang agreed, nodding to Whitepaw. Smallear bristled slightly, and Adderfang shot him a small smirk. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m stealing your apprentice. But she’s never going to improve if we don’t push her.
    “You obviously still remember all your training,” he continued, “But it’s obviously going to be harder to fight with one eye. You’re going to start relying on your peripheral vision more, okay?” 
    “Of course,” Whitepaw replied, seeming a little less agitated. 
    “Here, let’s just go back to the basics,” Adderfang said, nudging Thrushpaw out of the way so that he was facing the apprentice. “I’m going to swipe at you on your blind side, and you just work on ducking for now.”
    Thrushpaw sat back, watching as his mentor drilled her on her reaction time, moving progressively faster and faster. Each time his paw hit her face, Thrushpaw flinched, but maybe that was the problem. He had been too worried about hurting her to help her train properly. 
     “That’s going to take some getting used to,” Whitepaw commented as they headed back to camp, sounding like her chipper self again. 
    “I’m sure you’ll be back to kicking Tawnyspots’ rear in no time,” Thrushpaw replied, then fell quiet. 
    It kept sneaking up on him like that, when he least expected it. The clan had already started to move on from Rainfur’s death, but Thrushpaw was always stumbling on fond memories that had turned bittersweet. 
    He closed his eyes, allowing the memory of Rainfur teasing Tawnyspots to fill his head. He could practically hear her voice, when he really focussed, but not quite. 
    “I miss her too,” Whitepaw murmured under her breath. 

    As night began to fall, Pinestar gathered the clan together beneath the highrock, the leader’s reddish fur gleaming like fresh blood in the clear light of the full moon. “Evening, all,” the leader called, peering down at them. “It’s just about time for us to head to the gathering, and I suppose some of you might want to come.” 
    “Pinestar thinks he’s so funny,” Specklepaw grumbled from beside Thrushpaw, and Dapplepaw shushed her. Thrushpaw was inclined to agree, the leader’s jokes, if they could be counted as those, paled in comparison to any of Rainfur’s. 
    “In addition Sunfall, Goosefeather, and Featherwhisker,” Pinestar continued, “Windflight, Poppydawn, Rooktail, Littlestep, Rabbitleap, Stonepelt,Swiftbreeze, Adderfang, Mistpelt, Specklepaw, Whitepaw, Dapplepaw, and Thrushpaw, please meet us at the clan entry in a few minutes to head out!”
    “We! Get! To! Go! To! A! Gathering!” Whitepaw cheered, bouncing to her feet as Pinestar hopped down from the highrock. 
    “Finally!” Dapplepaw added, her pelt prickling with excitement. 
    Despite the fact that they were over 10 moons old now, they’d never been to a gathering before. Thrushpaw grinned at his sisters, excited as well, but he couldn’t quite bury the stab of grief that Rainfur wouldn’t get to show them around. 
    “Are you guys excited?” Windflight asked, appearing beside them as they drifted towards the camp entrance. Dapplepaw and Whitepaw nodded, Whitepaw still bouncing like a rabbit that had had too much catnip. 
    Thrushpaw looked over at his father, and Windflight’s gaze flickered away. “Yeah, I’m pretty excited,” he replied, turning his own gaze up to the full moon. 
    “Good,” Windflight muttered, “That’s good.” 
    Now that Rainfur’s body wasn’t around to stare at, Windlfight’s eyes always seemed to be dancing around, as he couldn’t look at them. Thrushpaw didn’t mind.
    “Alright, let’s get going!” Sunfall called, dragging Thrushpaw’s attention back to the den entrance. 
    “Gathering, here we come!” Whitepaw added, her eye sparkling with anticipation.

     Thrushpaw stuck close to Adderfang as they reached fourtrees, his eyes widening at the sight of all the different pelts glittering in the moonlight. He’d known, of course, that the other clans had cats, but he’d certainly never seen so many in one spot. 
    “Riverclan’s late again,” Adderfang remarked, shaking his head. 
    “How can you tell?” Thrushpaw asked, glancing about. One of the big groups seemed to have just arrived, and only one leader was perched up in the tree, a dark gray cat with a white belly. 
    Adderfang snorted, his whiskers twitching. “We’d be able to smell them a mile away.” He nodded towards the gray cat up in the tree, and added, “That’s Cedarstar of Shadowclan, and the pinkish she-cat hopping up beside him is Heatherstar.” 
    Thrushpaw nodded, glancing briefly at the Windclan leader before returning his gaze to the crowd around him. There were so many of them, all smelling strange and chattering. 
    “Why don’t you go find someone to chat with while we wait for the fish faces?” Adderfang suggested, giving Thrushpaw a nudge.
    Thrushpaw stumbled, almost colliding with a ginger she-cat. “I was hoping I could stick with you,” he admitted, blinking hopefully at his mentor. 
    “Where’s your sense of adventure?” Adderfang objected, shaking his head. “Go on, have fun. Us warriors just sit around and compare battle tactics anyway, you’d be bored half to death.” 
    Thrushpaw opened his mouth to object, but Adderfang had already turned and slipped away into the fray. He turned, looking for his siblings, but he couldn’t find their pelts in the sea of cats either. 
    Stomach churning, Thrushpaw spun around, desperately glancing around for a familiar face. He knew he wasn’t the only Thunderclan cat around, so where was everyone else? 
    Shoulders hunched, he krept between conversations, sniffing for Thunderclan scent. He didn’t really want to meet new cats, certainly not on his own. 
    Thrushpaw let out a sigh of relief at the sound of Whitepaw’s voice, and forced a weak smile as she appeared beside him. “Have you talked to anyone yet?” 
    “Not yet,” she said, shaking her head. “There’s so many options! How am I going to get to know everyone?” 
    Thrushpaw stared, amazed. Why would she want to get to know everyone? The abundance of options was the exact reason why he wanted to go right back to Thunderclan, where he knew all of his clanmates. 
    “Hey, watch it,” grumbled an unfamiliar voice as Whitepaw bumped into  a scrawny brown tom, who looked about their age. 
    “Oops, sorry!” Whitepaw chirped, grinning, “I’m Whitepaw, what’s your name?” 
    The tom squinted at her, his brow furrowing at the sight of her bad eye. “What’s up with your face?” 
    Thrushpaw already didn’t like this apprentice. He shifted closer to Whitepaw, letting his pelt brush against her as he carefully watched her face. She was so excited, and here was some dumb apprentice about to ruin her mood. 
    Apparently, he shouldn’t have been worried.
    “My face?” Whitepaw said, frowning with mock confusion. “Oh, I get it! I’m smiling, silly, it’s something that happens when I’m happy. Anyway, what’s your name?” 
    “Shrewpaw, and I meant your eye,” the tom elaborated. 
    “A badger,” Whitepaw said, a little shortly, but still smiling. “Have you ever been to a gathering before? I haven’t! I didn’t realize there were so many cats in the forest.” 
    “Well then you’re kind of a mouse brain, aren’t you?” Shrewpaw asked, smirking. “Doesn’t Thunderclan teach its kits about the other clans?”
    “Nope, I thought we were the only ones!” Whitepaw deadpanned, glancing sideways at Thrushpaw with an amused look. Thrushpaw was feeling about as bewildered as Shrewpaw appeared. He didn’t understand where Whitepaw’s endless good cheer came from. 
    “…..okay,” Shrewpaw replied slowly, as if he couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. 
    “Let the gathering begin!” one of the leaders hollered, and the clearing fell into a hushed silence as Cedarstar stepped forward. 
    “Prey is running well in Shadowclan,” Cedarstar began, his voice carrying out over the large space, “And although we have no new members, we do have several litters who are on their way to becoming apprentices. Also, we successfully drove out the badgers we mentioned last moon, and we haven’t seen them since.” 
    Thrushpaw stiffened, exchanging a long look with Whitepaw. It seemed like too much of a coincidence for that to have nothing to do with Rainfur’s death. 
    “Well, I think we’ve seen them,” Pinestar said, his voice a chilly neutral. “Prey is running well for Thunderclan as well, but tragically Rainfur was killed about half a moon ago by three badgers. We’ve since chased the badgers out of clan territory.” 
    Thrushpaw closed his eyes, trying unsuccessfully to keep his mind out of hypotheticals. If Shadowclan had just been more conscious about where they had sent the badgers, would Rainfur have still been alive? It didn’t matter, but it still made his pelt burn with anger. 
    “Did you know her?” Shrewpaw asked from behind him, snapping Thrushpaw out of his thoughts.
    “Yeah,” he muttered, “She was our mom.” 
    “Oh,” the other apprentice replied quietly, frowning. 
    “I’d like to go next,” Heatherstar interjected curtly, her gaze also fixed coldly on Cedarstar. “Windclan is thriving as usual, but we’re still recovering from Shadowclan’s attack on our camp. I regret to inform you all that Brackenwing lost her life while bravely protecting her home.” 
    Cedarstar said nothing, just tilted his head slightly as if he was fascinated by what Heatherstar had said. Thrushpaw noticed that Shrewpaw’s gaze was sharp with fury, his tail rustling the grass as it twitched back and forth. 
    “Did you know her?” he whispered, and Shrewpaw nodded. 
    “She was my mom,” Shrewpaw replied, with a thin smile. 
    A thick furred gray tom took Heatherstar’s place, and cleared his throat. The silence had gotten significantly stiffer after Pinestar and Heatherstar had spoken, and the leader seemed a little nervous. “Well, the fish are flowing well,” he said, “And thankfully we haven’t had any troubles with those badgers.” 
     “I think Windclan will be going now,” Heatherstar said as soon as he had finished talking, and leaped off of her perch without a second glance at the other leaders. The rest quickly followed her, and the crowds began to shift again. 
    “Hey! Whitepaw, and uhhh…” Shrewpaw said, glancing at Thrushpaw.
    “Thrushpaw,” Thrushpaw supplied, realizing that he’d never actually introduced himself. 
    “And Thrushpaw,” Shrewpaw finished, “I’m sorry about your mom.” 
    “I’m sorry about your mom too,” Thrushpaw replied, and Whitepaw echoed her agreement. He blinked at the Windclan apprentice, who gave him a little nod. Thrushpaw hadn’t liked him, but now he was a little sad to see him go. Shrewpaw had seemed rude at first, but he wondered how much of that was just pent up anger and sadness. Even if he was from another clan, loss was universal. 

    Tawnyspots greeted them at the entrance of camp, and fell in beside them as they headed towards the apprentices’ den. “How’d it go?” he asked, eyes searching their faces. “Did you have fun? I wish I could have gone to show you around, but I bet Windflight had it covered.” 
    “It went pretty good,” Thrushpaw replied, blinking at him. “Whitepaw and I chatted with a Windclan apprentice.” 
    “I met some Riverclan apprentices!” Dapplepaw added, her eyes dancing. “I asked them about fish and swimming and why anyone would want to live like that. It actually sounded kind of fun.” 
    “Really?” Whitepaw asked, looking mystified. 
    Specklepaw opened her mouth to talk, but fell silent as Windflight approached them, making his way slowly across the camp. Poppydawn trailed a little bit behind him, taking small steps. 
    “Can I talk to the five of you?” Windflight asked, sitting down beside Tawnyspots. Thrushpaw saw his brother’s eyes narrow slightly, and a flicker of realization hit him. 
    He’d been watching his father closely the past half moon, waiting for him to bring the incident up and trying to figure out what she-cat had gotten in between him and Rainfur. Apparently, this was his answer. 
    Windflight blinked at Poppydawn as she sat down, then glanced around at his kit’s faces. Poppydawn kept glancing at her paws as the silence grew, looking like she wanted to hide. 
    “Go ahead,” Specklepaw replied curtly, with a shrug. As if she didn’t care, which was a load of mousedung. Thrushpaw wondered if his siblings were thinking what he was thinking.
     She’d never replace Rainfur. 
    “This is Poppydawn,” Windflight said, twitching his tail against the ginger she-cat’s flank. 
    “We know Poppydawn,” Whitepaw said, studying her chillily. 
    “Of course,” Windflight murmured, then cleared his throat. “Well, we have a little announcement to make. We’re going to become mates.” 
    Poppydawn forced a nervous smile, trying to catch each of their eyes in turn. Only Tawnyspots would hold her gaze, his eyes weary but encouraging. “I’m not looking to take Rainfur’s place or anything, I know she was a wonderful cat, but I look forward to getting to know you all a little better.” 
    “It’ll be our pleasure,” Tawnyspots replied pleasantly, shooting Thrushpaw an imploring look. 
    She said she didn’t want to replace Rainfur, but everything else was saying otherwise. How long had she been with their father before Rainfur had found out? How long had she wanted to be Windflight’s mate? 
    “Okay,” Thrushpaw said, forcing a smile. She seemed nice enough, once he reminded himself not to hate her. No one would want her clanmate to die, right? Surly she regretted what had happened, just like Windflight had. It wasn’t her fault. 
    “Okay,” Windflight echoed, grinning. “That’s good. I’m glad you guys are getting along. I think I’m going to… go get some prey,” he said, fumbling over his words. He turned and headed towards the camp entrance. Poppydawn shot them all another weak smile, then shot after him.
    Specklepaw sighed, shaking her head. Tawnyspots glared at her as Poppydawn’s retreating form paused slightly, her tail drooping. 
    “She seems nice,” Dapplepaw said after a moment. Whitepaw nodded, glancing nervously at Specklepaw. 
    “She is nice,” Tawnyspots agreed, standing. “She’s a good warrior and a wonderful hunter.” 
    “She’s not Rainfur.” 
    The words slipped out before Thrushpaw could stop them, and his siblings turned to stare at him. He suspected they’d all been thinking it, but he hadn’t meant to say them. 
    Tawnyspots bristled, scowling. “Of course she’s not Rainfur, Thrushpaw, but you’re going to try a little harder to like her. I saw the way you were watching her, as if she slit Rainfur’s throat herself. And Specklepaw, that goes for you too,” he added, his voice heavy with frustration. 
    “I know, I’ll get used to it,” Specklepaw said, shrugging again. “It’s not the first time I’ve exchanged parents.” 
    Whitepaw flinched at that, her gaze clouding. “Don’t talk like that, Speck,” she muttered. 
    “Why not? It’s true,” Specklepaw shot back, shaking her head. “I’m going to bed,” she added shortly, rising to her feet. Whitepaw trotted after her, and a moment later Dapplepaw departed as well. 
    “Are you going to try?” Tawnyspots asked, peering down his nose at Thrushpaw. Thrushpaw shrank slightly under his brother’s burning gaze, his pelt prickling with guilt. He hadn’t meant to be unfriendly, but it just didn’t seem right to greet the cat that his father had been cheating on his mother with. It would be unfair to Rainfur.
    “I said okay,” Thrushpaw murmured, looking at his paws. 
    “You said it, but you didn’t mean it.” 
    Thrushpaw looked up at the iciness in Tawnyspots’ voice, and shook his head. “That’s not fair, Tawnyspots. I don’t have to like, especially when I have plenty of reasons to hate her!” 
    “She’s a good cat, I used to practice with her when she was an apprentice,” Tawnyspots growled, “And Dad loves her, so yes, you have to like her! She’s not going to go away!” 
    “That’s another thing, she’s younger than you!” Thrushpaw shot back, straightening so that he could look at his older brother. “And she looks kind of like Rainfur. Tell me that isn’t a little weird that our father’s new mate is just a version of our mom that’s half his age!” 
    “Dad’s not that old either, you know,” Tawnyspots protested, “He and Rainfur had me right after becoming warriors. It’s not weird unless you make it weird!” 
    “Why do you want me to like her so bad?” Thrushpaw challenged, staring at his brother. He wasn’t used to this version of his brother, and he didn’t like him either. “You’re always taking Dad’s side. I’m not surprised you kept his secret.” 
    At that, Tawnyspots flinched and closed his eyes, looking sick. Thrushpaw bit his lip, knowing he had gone too far. It wasn’t fair to blame Tawnyspots, not when there were cats who actually did deserve it. 
    “Thrushpaw, I’m just trying to keep us together,” Tawnyspots said quietly, eyes still closed. “You four are too young, you shouldn’t have to go through this. And Specklepaw and Whitepaw have lost two moms now, and I just…” He shook his head, and swallowed hard before continuing. “Look, Rainfur’s gone, okay? She’s not coming back, but we need to figure out how to be a family without her. Windflight’s still alive, but we’re losing him too, can’t you feel it?” 
    “Yeah,” Thrushpaw muttered, trying to catch his brother’s eyes. 
    “He’s not perfect, but don’t try to tell me you’ve just stopped caring about him because of what he did,” Tawnyspots continued, rising to his feet. “He blames himself, you know.” 
    Of course he did. It was his fault. 
    “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Tawnyspts added with a sigh, his whiskers drooping. “You don’t have to like her. I get it, I’m not thrilled either. But…could you try? Please?” 
    Thrushpaw considered that, glancing in the direction that Windflight and Poppydawn had gone. 
    Tawnyspots was right, he still cared about Windflight. He couldn’t quite equate his doting father to the distant creature that was breaking apart their family, but he was still Windflight. Thrushpaw couldn’t forgive his mistakes, but he couldn’t condemn him with hatred either. 
    He certainly didn’t want to lose him. And he’d seen the way Tawnyspots was trying to hold them together, acting more like a father then Windflight was but still reaching out to him. 
    Maybe it wasn’t fair to blame Poppydawn either. Thrushpaw didn’t know how they had gotten together, but he did know that neither of them could have intended for things to go this way. 
    “I’ll try,” Thrushpaw agreed, stepping closer to Tawnyspots so that he could rest his head against his older brother’s shoulder. 
    Tawnyspots dipped his head so that his chin was resting between Thrushpaw’s ears, and sighed. “You’re a good kid, Thrushpaw.” 
    Thrushpaw closed his eyes, trying to capture the moment. He remembered back when they were kits, sprawled out on Tawnyspots like he was a big, fuzzy nest. “You’re a good brother,” he said back, eyes still closed. 
    He tried to imagine what life would be like if he could forgive Windflight. Perhaps he’d come back from whatever part of his mind he’d retreated from, and be his dad again. Tawnyspots could relax, and they could be happy again. Maybe they’d even learn to love Poppydawn, and they could make a new version of their family, different but whole. 
    It was a tempting thought, but it wasn’t right. It was more of a sweet lie, like the ones warriors told kits to keep them from worrying. You’ll be okay, everyone said, even when the food was gone and the bodies were starting to outnumber the living. 
    Maybe they would be, but it would never be the same. Rainfur had said she wouldn’t leave them like Harepounce had, but the only promise that had mattered in the end was that she was going to keep them safe. 
    He had to try, he reminded himself, trying to push the thoughts of lies and death out of his head. Rainfur would want them to be happy, that was for certain. He had to try, if not for Windflight then for his siblings.

  • Avatar 🐅🌟Tigerpaw/shine (Tiger Dashing Under Shining Sun/Tiger Shine/Tiger) (mae/mim/mair/mairself, rav/rae/raven/ravenself, she/her/her/herself)🐅🌟 says:

    AYYY! Back on it with CHAPTER THREE!
    (Hooray! The votes have been counted! She has chosen No!)
    “Sorry, but no.” Ravenkit tells me.
    My eyes go wide with betrayal. “What?” I gasp.
    “Pigeonkit, I can’t. I’d rather wait one more moon to be an apprentice than risk my life.” Ravenkit says. Her blue eyes glitter with sorrow. I can tell she wishes she’d gone with me, but she has her reasons.
    That won’t stop me though. I’ll go buy myself! And instead of that dumb old mouse, I’ll go to the Shining Stone and get a prophecy! I’ll be a real hero!
    I race into the forest, Ravenkit’s calls echoing behind me. I don’t care! She chose to stay! And I choose to leave!
    I run off through the ferns and leaves, hopping over a twig as I go. This will be the greatest adventure ever!
    Then, I see it.
    A fat sparrow sits directly ahead of me. It’s pecking dried seeds from the ground and hasn’t noticed me. I slink towards it. All I can think about is how good it will taste.
    I leap at it. It squawks in fear, but that’s the last sound it makes before its throat explodes into blood, soaking my fur. I yelp and jump back, but my fear turns to delight at the smell of freshly killed sparrow. “Yum!”
    I decide stopping here is probably not a good idea because large birds, like in the elder’s tales, might steal it, so I drag it into a big shady hole.
    Yuck! This hole smells funny. And I think I hear something huge coming. But if I leave the birds might get me!

    A. Leave
    B. Stay

  • Here is my new fanfic! I will try to post a chapter every week.

    Prologue ~

    The white she-cat shifted her weight to her left paw, curling up her tail at the bottom and glancing around. She twitched her whiskers and flicked her ear, feeling her slender legs start to tremble with the effort. She gently unsheathed her claws and took a silent step forward. Her paws sunk into the ice, gently parting away snow as her weight pressed down, turning the soft, airy powers hard and smashed together. The wind fluffed out her fur, freezing her bare skin. She let all the tension in her muscels loosen as she she spoted her target. A tall rowan colored tom who didn’t see her coming. And then it broke. She let out a scream as the thin ice cracked benieth her slender paws. The red tom looked up and raced over to her. His paws sliped and he gently trotted over to her, trying to keep his balance this time. Growling and moving forward, he grabbed her paw as her sleek body clung to the cold water. She let out a sigh but then froze. He wasn’t making a move to save her. The white she cat knew that her paws wouldn’t be able to cling on much longer.
    “Help me Adder!” She gulp and monthful of water then spat it out. Adder gave her a soft smile.
    “Goodbye Light.”

  • Briarlight’s Heart: chapter six.

    After Briarlight was done sharing prey with Dovewing, she went back to the medicine cat den.

    Jayfeather was in there, talking to Ivypool, who seemed to have a thorn in her paw. Jayfeather was pulling it out.

    “No need to pull so hard!” protested Ivypool, wincing a little.

    “I’m sorry, would you rather have that thorn in your paw forever? Because I can arrange that,” Jayfeather sarcastically replied.

    Briarlight let out a purr. Jayfeather could be sarcastic and grumpy, but he did have a kind side, and he was one of her best friends.

    Ivypool rolled her blue eyes. Jayfeather finished pulling the thorn out, and told Ivypool, “Be careful with that paw for a few days, and it’ll be fine.”

    Ivypool nodded. Then, noticing Briarlight, she mewed, “Oh, hi, Briarlight.”

    “Hey, Ivypool.” meowed Briarlight, dragging herself into her nest.
    Ivypool left the den. Briarlight wondered what to do now.
    Jayfeather started to sort herbs. “Do you want to help?” he asked Briarlight.

    “I actually think I’m going to take a nap.” Briarlight said.

    Jayfeather nodded. Briarlight closed her blue eyes.
    But she couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about Dovewing. Her beautiful green eyes. Her soft gray fur. The affection in her voice when she said Briarlight’s name…

    She purred, feeling happy.

    “You seem happy today,” Jayfeather commented.

    “I’m just happy to be friends with Dovewing,” Briarlight explained.

    Jayfeather’s blind blue eyes softened. “I’m glad that you’re happy.” he mewed.

    Her heart beating quickly as she thought of Dovewing, Briarlight meowed, “So am I.”

    I hope you liked this chapter! C:
    MothPool Shipper

  • Hey guys! Chapter four of Broken Flames might take longer to write than I intended, because I just came up with a good idea that I am going to add to it! So should I post what I have written so far for Chapter four or just wait until it’s completely done? Thanks fans!

  • 🦦 ♥ 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚆! ♥🦦 🦦 ♥ 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚆! ♥🦦 says:

    A crossover fic, where two villain ocs of mine meet in purgatory >:3

    He paused.
    “Who’s there?”
    His voice echoed in the emptiness, and yet he knew there was somebody there- he could hear pawsteps.
    “I am.”
    A thin cat slipped out from the mist ahead of him, xer amber eyes gleaming. The tom took a step back.
    “Where did you come from? Are you real? Or are you here to torture me, like all the other visions?”
    The slim tan cat shook xer head, laughing softly.
    “I think I’m real. I’ve wandered the mist for so long, it’s hard to tell anymore.”
    The tom blinked at xem. Xe didn’t sound like the hallucinations- perhaps he wasn’t alone, at long last.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Blazewatcher. Yours?”
    They sat in silence for a moment, staring at each other, drinking in the sight of another cat. The desolation of the mist seemed to lift from their fur, and they felt lighter.
    “What did you do to get here?”
    They spoke simultaneously, gasping as they realized their synchronization. With a small smile, Blazewatcher spoke first.
    “I betrayed my Clan. My family. My home. Every one of them deserved it.”
    Xer voice was dark and careless. Havenflight lowered his head.
    “I did, too. But some of them… Some of them didn’t deserve any of it.”
    Silence fell once again as they stared in the same direction, watching the mist lazily fold itself into mysterious, swirling shapes. Havenflight saw his Clan in the mist, and Blazewatcher saw xers. Their expressions twisted.
    Havenflight’s, saddened- he was in agony.
    Blazewatcher’s, gleeful- xe was in rapture.
    Glancing at each other, they knew their differences. They knew their wrongdoings held no bearing over the other. They knew that they were two cursed travelers from two forgotten pasts.
    They knew that they would fade into the mist like echoes- legends lost to time like rain in the river.
    “Did you love anyone?”
    “No. Did you?”
    Havenflight felt something inside of him break.
    “Yes. I did.”
    He gritted his teeth against the sob that threatened to escape his throat at xer words, squeezing his eyes shut. Blazewatcher looked at him coldly, analytically, and he collapsed.
    “I miss them.”
    His voice was nothing but a whisper. Blazewatcher shook xer head.
    “Don’t. They sent you here. They chose to keep you from StarClan.”
    “No… No, I know they didn’t. Halfsky wouldn’t. Fennelsong wouldn’t.”
    “Yes. They did.”
    Xe flicked xer tail, staring up into the mist.
    “I can’t be here anymore.”
    “Tough, isn’t it?”
    “I’ll find them again. You’ll see.”
    The thin cat scoffed, shaking xer head. Havenflight felt the weight of the mist descend upon him again as xe got to xer paws.
    “Good luck.”
    Xe disappeared into the void of white, leaving Havenflight alone.
    Broken and forgotten, like rain in the river- pitied by no one but himself.

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