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  • 6 moons later
    Mistykit woke with a strange feeling. What had she been dreaming about? She couldn’t remember. Her mother lay beside her. Mistykit nuzzled into her mother’s fur. It was a sandy color and ever so soft. Heatherfrost licked her. Mistykit’s tiny body tumbled down. Her brother pummeled into her “Mistykit! Let’s explore!” He said. “Wavekit. Calm down, let’s see if Spottedkit, Whisperkit, or Hurricanekit wants to join us.” Mistykit told him. Whisperkit and Hurricanekit shook their heads, but Spottedkit decided to come along. The camp was so big.Wandering, Mistykit ran right into the paws of one of the apprentices. “Hey. Watch where you’re going kit.” He sneered.
    A nicer apprentice apologized. “Sorry, Riverpaw gets like that sometimes. I’m Lemonpaw by the way.” The tom told them. Lemonpaw showed them around camp. “This is the fresh-kill pile.” Lemonpaw told them. “This is where we get our food from?” Wavekit asked. “Yeah.” Lemonpaw told them. “Lemonpaw, come on! Why are you wasting your time for kits? We get our warrior names today!” A she-cat called. “That’s Rosepaw, my annoying sister.” Lemonpaw rolled his eyes. “Is it true? You’re getting your warrior name?” “Yea-” Lemonpaw didn’t have time to finish. “May all cats old enough to catch their own prey-” EmberClan’s leader called. “That’s Sightstar. She’s really kind if you get to know her.” Lemonpaw told them. “Rosepaw.” Sightstar continued. “You shall now be known as Rosestrike.” Rosestrike jumped in excitement. “Lemonpaw. You shall now be known as Lemoncrash” “Rosestrike! Lemoncrash!” The cats cheered. “7 kits have gained the age of 6 moons. Dreamkit, Poppykit, Wavekit, Mistykit, Whisperkit, Spottedkit. and Hurricanekit. Please step forward. “You shall now be known as Dreampaw, Poppypaw, Wavepaw, Mistypaw, Whisperpaw, Spottedpaw, and Hurricanepaw until you are given your warrior names. Thank StarClan for blessing us with new apprentices.” Sightstar paused for a minute. “We need them.” She muttered. Mistypaw walked over to the warrior’s den. A dark brown she-cat with piercing blue eyes stared at her. “I’m going to the forest.” She said in a gruff voice. “So, you’re my mentor! What are we going to learn first Hazeldust? That’s your name, right?” Mistypaw chattered on and on, following her. “Be quiet!” Hazeldust yowled. “I’m going to catch some prey.” Mistypaw beamed. “Can I come too?” She asked. “No.” Hazeldust growled. “Why don’t you moon over your crush or gossip or do whatever it is you apprentices do these days?” Mistypaw slumped. “But-” She began. “No buts. I don’t want you scaring the prey away.” Hazeldust meowed, annoyed. Mistypaw sadly padded back to camp. “Worst mentor ever.” She muttered. Mistypaw walked inside the full apprentice den. Of course, Riverpaw was bossing everyone around. She lay down, trying to rest, and quickly fluttered into a dream. Her father, who claimed his name was ‘Silentscream’ asked her to help him come back to the clans from StarClan. “Get some juniper berries. There should be some near EmberClan territory.” He told her. “But I’m not-” Mistypaw protested. “You can do it.” Silentscream assured her. “I trust you.” Mistypaw was about to say no when the moment ended. Her father faded away into black. “Wavepaw. Get up.” Mistypaw ordered. “Whyyy? It’s not even sunhigh yet…” Wavepaw complained. “Be quiet and come on. We’re going to the medicine-cat den.” Mistypaw took a deep breath. “I’ve got some work to do.”

  • Chapter Three
    Cliffkit watched his mother carefully. Cliffkit was 6 moons old, and yet not an apprentice. His mother was expecting another litter of kits, but it wasn’t showing yet. His mother had groomed him for no reason, and now she was padding out of the nursery. She did her best she could to leap up into the treetop. It looked awkward, but only because Rubystar had extra wait from the kits. Cliffkit sat down next to his father on the roots of the tree.
    “Let all those old enough to hunt for themselves gather beneath the WingClan treetop for a Clan meeting!” Rubystar called. Cliffkit watched Flamepaw sit down next to his mentor, Firetail. Mountainpaw and her mentor, Rutilefoot, were no where in sight. Then they padded out of the Apprentices Den. Mountainpaw’s orange pelt was groomed nicely, and Rutilefoot looked proud. Rutilefoot sat down with every other cat, but Mountainpaw sat down on the roots. Oh, it’s her Warrior ceremony, Cliffkit realized.
    “I, Rubystar, Queen of WingClan call upon my Warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice,” Rubystar started, “She had trained hard to learn the ways of your noble code, and I hope you let me make her into a Warrior in return. Mountainpaw, do you promise to uphold the Warrior code, even at the cost of your life?”
    “I do.”
    “Then Mountainpaw, you will now permenantly be known as Mountainrose,” Rubystar continued, “StarClan honors your kindness and hunting skills.” Rubystar leapt out of the treetop and touched noses with Mountainrose.
    “Mountainrose! Mountainrose!” the Clan, including Cliffkit, cheered. Rubystar leapt up into the treetop again. What’s she doing? Cliffkit wondered.
    “Wait everycat, we’re not done,” Rubystar meowed, “We have another thing to do. I, Rubystar, Queen of WingClan, call upon my Warrior ancestors to look down on this kit. He is 6 moons old and ready to become an apprentice. Cliffkit, until you recieve your Warrior name, you will know be known as Cliffpaw. Eaglepelt, you will mentor Cliffpaw. StarClan honors your bravery and fighting skills, and I hope you pass these traits onto Cliffpaw.” Cliffpaw touched noses with Eaglepelt. Then they padded to the edge of the cats.
    “Cliffpaw! Cliffpaw!” the Clan cheered. Cliffpaw felt happy. The Clan was cheering for him. Cliffpaw felt better on his way to being the most important Prince ever.
    ***
    It was not until Cliffpaw met his suposable doom that Cliffpaw felt otherwise. Scarlet, a former Queen of WingClan who rumors said was still alive but no one was really sure, padded into camp, followed by Perilpelt without her gift of fire and a WingClan tom who often went missing, Soarwing. Cliffpaw was eating a sparrow next to Flamepaw, who was eating a rabbit. Cliffpaw had already been shown the territory.
    “I have come to take my throne back!” Scarlet shouted, “I am now once again Scarletstar.” Rubystar stepped forward, but her belly bulged with unborn kits.
    “Do you think I’m going to give up the throne that easily, Mother?” Rubystar spat. Scarlet raised an eyebrow.
    “Oh, I don’t,” she meowed, “That’s why I’ve got your son.” Cliffpaw was suddenly picked up by Perilpelt(thank goodness without her gift of fire)(wait, how did Perilpelt get rid of it, that’s impossible! It’s the rare gift of fire from StarClan! Kits are born with fire in their pelts, and Perilpelt got that gift) and Soarwing. He was put into the dungeon, which was in the back of the Medicine Den. It was for WingClan cats who disobeyed Scarlet, but Rubystar said it wasn’t allowed to be used anymore. Neither was the tree that had chains that kept other Clans imprisoned in the WingClan camp. But Cliffpaw was a WingClan cat, so therefor in the dungeon.
    “Keep him locked up until my mouse of a daughter gives in,” Scarlet meowed. Perilpelt and Soarwing nodded, and they stood in front of Cliffpaw. Cliffpaw saw his chance to escape when they were talking. Cliffpaw made it out of the Medicine Den and saw Rubystar and Scarlet growling, claws unsheathed. They’re going to fight! Cliffpaw thought, Oh no! Mother’s a terrible fighter! And she’s expecting kits! That isn’t fair! Suddenly, Perilpelt tried to get Cliffpaw back into the prison. Cliffpaw tried to fight her, but he tripped. His paws flailed through the air, and accidentally swiped a medal chain off of Perilpelt. Suddenly, sparks came off Perilpelt again.
    “Clayheart,” Perilpelt whispered. Soarwing’s eyes widened.
    “No,” he muttered. Perilpelt turned to him.
    “You,” Perilpelt growled, “You. Did. This. To. Me. You. Made. Me. Forget. Clayheart. The. Love. Of. My. LIFE!!!” Soarwing quickly ran out of the camp. Scarlet rolled her eyes.
    “Coward,” she meowed. Perilpelt glared at you.
    “I have the Gift of Fire back, and I love Clayheart, and you tried to change that!” Perilpelt screamed. Who’s Clayheart? Cliffpaw wondered. Scarlet ignored Perilpelt and kept fighting Rubystar. Perilpelt looked like she wanted to kill Scarlet right then and there. A SeaClan cat put his paw in front of her so it wasn’t touching her but it wouldn’t let her go running.
    “No, Perilpelt, this isn’t your battle,” he meowed. Cliffpaw raised his eyebrows(do cats have eyebrows?).
    “Right, this is my mother the TERRIBLE FIGHTER’S battle, that fair?” he meowed, “Oh, and did I mention SHE’S EXPECTING KITS?!” Smokeflame sat down next to Cliffpaw.
    “If anything happens to her, I’m swooping in and killing Scarlet myself,” Smokeflame growled. The SeaClan tom shook his head.
    “I know you’re probably strong, but she’s probably stronger,” the SeaClan cat meowed. Smokeflame growled again and then looked the SeaClan cat over.
    “Why is there a SeaClan cat in the WingClan camp?” Smokeflame asked. Perilpelt shrugged.
    “He tagged along after me, he’s just one of the many SeaClan Princes,” Perilpelt explained. The tom nodded.
    “I’m Turtlefoot, a nobody, really,” he meowed. Smokeflame nodded. Suddenly, when Turtlefoot moved his paw, Perilpelt leapt forward and burned Rubystar’s bone earring. Suddenly, she became a taller cat. She was a orange, muscly cat. Still expecting kits.
    “Tormalinclaw?” Smokeflame gasped. The cat, Tormalinclaw, attacked Scarlet. And she won. Cliffpaw padded up to her.
    “Mother?” he meowed. Then there was a whole conversation, and Tormalinclaw decided to stay as Rubystar. Cliffpaw was happy for that.
    A moon after the battle, before Rubystar was healed from the injuries, her kits started coming. Early.
    Sunflight ran into the nursery with cobwebs, borage, and a stick. Cliffpaw and Smokeflame paced outside.
    “Cliffpaw, pacing won’t make those kits come faster,” Eaglepelt meowed, “Let’s go hunting.” Cliffpaw sighed.
    “Fine,” he agreed. Cliffpaw caught a rabbit and Eaglepelt caught two sparrows. They padded back to camp and set them down on the fresh-kill pile. Cliffpaw ran over to Smokeflame.
    “Anything yet?” he asked. Smokeflame shook his head. Then he nodded when there was a loud mewl from the nursery.
    “A she-kit!” Sunflight’s voice came from the nursery. Everycat’s ears pricked up. Cliffpaw knew what this meant.
    “An heir to the WingClan throne at last!” Geniwhisker meowed, “And there might be another after this one.” Geniwhisker was correct, because there was another plop of a kit landing. Sunflight padded out.
    “Rubystar’s done,” he meowed, “She’s okay, and the kits are fine too. There are two she-kits.” Tornadoclaw, another Elder, padded up next to Geniwhisker.
    “Two heirs,” his eyes gleamed. Smokeflame went in first. It seemed like ages, and it was quite a long time, until Smokeflame padded out. Cliffpaw padded into the nursery. There were two suckling she-kits. One was fluffy and light red and the other was smooth furred and dark red.
    “Awww,” he meowed softly, “What are their names?” Rubystar smiled and nudged the dark red one closer to her belly.
    “The fluffy light red one is Dovekit and the dark red one is Cloudkit,” Rubystar meowed. Cliffpaw purred. He had two sisters. And there were two heirs now to the WingClan throne.
    I promise you, Dovekit and Cloudkit, Cliffpaw thought, I will always keep you safe.

  • This is the first chapter to my first fanfic. I decided to name it Fear The Night after Nightmare. I hope it’s good.
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    The sunlit clearing smelt like roses as he pushed through the brush. He yelped as thorns dug into his sides.
    “Looks like I’m not the only one who got the same idea” he meowed shaking off the leaves
    “Don’t look at me, he was here when I showed up” a dark she-cat said motioning to the shining white tom across from her
    “Hey, I’ve been coming here since I was an apprentice, you two just showed up tonight” he yowled
    “Sharpfang, why did you come?” the she-cat asked
    “If you must know Deadsoul, I came to clear my head after last nights gathering” he said
    “What happened at the last gathering?” the white tom asked
    “Mountainleap, you have to stop stargazing during clan announcements” Deadsoul exclaimed annoyed
    “Last night, Owlheart and Snowtuft from Riverclan came careening into the gathering, turns out that Frogfoot from Shadowclan took off with one of Windclans kits” Sharpfang explained
    “Well did they find her?!” Mountainleap asked
    “Yeah, Frogfoot sliped into the river so they never found him but the kit found her way back to Windclan camp safe and sound” Deadsoul said as Mountainleap sighed with relief. Getting up Sharpfang walked around the clearing then stopped at a holy bush. Sniffing and sticking his head inside the bush Deadsoul padded over to see what he was doing
    “I… Smell… Kit!” he said jumping backwards and landing in a heap on top of Deadsoul and Mountainleap
    “Hey, leave me alone, put me back!” a little black kit squealed as he hung from Sharpfangs jaws
    “Yeah, leave him alone, let us be!” another kit yelled bowling into Sharpfang
    “What are two little kits doing abanndoned in Thunderclan territory?” Mountainleap asked
    “Make that five, little kits” an orange kit said followed by two other kits
    “Five of you? Where is your mother?” Deadsoul questioned
    “Haven’t seen her in moons, did you say Thunderclan?” the orange kit asked turning back to Sharpfang
    “Yeah, why?” he asked
    “Yes! We made it!” the little black kit yelled
    “What are your names?” Mountainleap asked
    “My name is Fire” the orange she-kit said matter-of-factly
    “My name is Water” a small grey-blue tom-kit said
    “I’m Air, this is Earth” a little white she-kit said motioning to the brown tom-kit beside her
    “And you?” Deadsoul asked the black kit
    “I don’t have a name” the kit said his gaze lowered
    “Well then, we better take you five back to camp to see what Crowstar wants to do with them” Sharpfang said hearding them out of the clearing. Air, Water and Earth rode on Mountainleaps back while Fire and the nameless kit rode on Sharpfang, Deadsoul wasn’t a fan of kits. Trotting into camp followed by Mountainleap and Deadsoul, Sharpfang went and got Crowstar. While the two warriors sat with the kits between them, they started attracting stares
    “Who do the kits belong to?” Duskpool their medicine cat asked padding up to them
    “No one, we found them in a holy bush in Skys Clearing” Mountainleap explained
    “Do you at least know where they came from?” he asked
    “No” Deadsoul said sharply surprising Duskpool
    “Control yourself, or I’ll have you controled” he snapped at her. Duskpool had once been Windclans deputy before the Great War and still had rogue Windclan friends that wern’t afraid of a few scratches. As Duskpool stalked away his tail held high Crowstar made her way over to them followed by Sharpfang
    “So, where are you from?” she asked directly addressing the kits
    “Well, you see, I’m originaly from Texas, but then I moved to Colorado where I lived for quite some time, then I decided I wanted to move to L.A. When that failed I moved here” Fire said sarcasm poisoning her voice
    “Hilarious” Crowstar replied matching the kits sarcasm
    “Where do we sleep?” Water asked his blue eyes shining with excitement
    “Nowhere until I consult with our medicine cat Duskpool and our deputy Screechthroat before we can except you into our clan” Crowstar said sharply
    “When do we become apprentices? That is if you let us be anything” Earth asked
    “How many moons old are you five?” she asked
    “Three” Fire said
    “I’ll be back” Crowstar meowed turning towards the medicine den as he called over Screechthroat from the warriors den.
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    By moonhigh Crowstar, Screechthroat and Duskpool had come to a decision
    “All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather here under the Great Boulder for a clan meeting” she yowled. Emerging from the warmth of their make shift den, Fire, Water, Earth, Air and the black kit padded to the front of the growing crowd
    “I have called you here tonight to welcome four new kits to the clan” Crowstar anounced
    “What about the fifth kit?” Sharpfang demanded
    “Three warriors came back from patrole and presented me with five kits. Fire, Water, Earth and Air were named by their kin, the fifth kit was not named, it is tradition that kits be named by either kin or kind, now he finds himself amoung clan cats, we are not his kind nore are we his kin. A nameless cat can not pledge loyalty to a clan in which he does not belong. I want this kit off of Thunderclan territory by the morning light” she meowed to the cats below
    “And what about the other four?” Maplepaw a brown tom apprentice asked
    “From this day forward, Fire, shall be known as Firekit, Water shall be known as Waterkit, Earth shall be known as Earthkit and Air, shall be known as Airkit. Let Starclan look down upon you as you become part of this clan” Crowstar exclaimed. In all the excitement the nameless kit had been pushed to the edge of the crowd as his littermates were praised for their new names. As anger built up inside of him the nameless black tom turned his back on the cheers and headed for the blanket of darkness under the trees. He swore to never be weak again, and to always hate Thunderclan for the monsters that they were.
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    Duskpool watched as the tiny black kit walked out of camp through the bramble tunnel. As he decided to follow the young tom he noticed that Deadsoul, Mountainleap and Sharpfang had the same idea. Slipping out unnoticed behind the three cats he followed them as they followed the kit. He could feel the heat of anger in the kits wake and knew that he had to get to the kit before the others did. Slipping through the trees hidden in shadow Duskpool felt like a Shadowclan cat. Just as he was going to give up and go back to camp he spotted a patrol headed for Sharpfang, Mountainleap and Deadsoul
    “Hey, Sharpfang, Crowstar wants you and Screechthroat to convince Ratleaf to take the new kits in. And he wants Mountainleap to get them bedding” Larkfeather a light gray tom said leading everyone but Deadsoul back to camp. Continuing the chase Deadsoul finally managed to corner the kit at a cliff
    “Come back with me, we can convince them to let you stay” she tried to persuade the kit
    “I’m not going back to a place that hates me, it’s not even my fault that they hate me. It’s all cause I don’t have a name” the kit said backing away from her. The kit kept backing away until there was nothing to move back onto. And then he fell. Leaping forward Deadsoul grabbed the kits scruff as he fell, but as she did so she leapt to far and started sliding off the cliff to. Jumping out of his cover in the trees Duskpool grabbed Deadsouls scruff and pulled both cats back to solide ground
    “Duskpool, what are you doing out here?” she asked
    “I came to talk to the kit, I know what he feels like, from personal experience” Duskpool explained
    “With Windclan?” she asked
    “Yeah, I just figured, I saw something in you. I want to take you to a place you’ve never been, and I want to train you to fight” Duskpool told the kit
    “Where?” Deadsoul asked intruiged
    “Outside of clan borders, and when he atains the age of apprenticeship, I want to try something new, something that none of the clans will see coming” he said with a grin that convinced both of them
    “Are you going to just leave the clan?” she questioned
    “Yes, and if you would like to help train this kit then you will to” he said
    “Lets start moving” Deadsoul said turning towards the south border and the end of clan territory
    “Before we depart, kit, what will you name yourself?” Duskpool asked
    “I came here led by my brothers dream, now I leave this nightmare” the kit said thoughtfully
    “I am Nightmare” he said raising his deep amber eyes to the sky. The wind seemed to be whispering a single sentence to him, singing it like a song in the voices of his ancestors:
    “Welcome to the clans”
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  • Turns out I did have a copy of my short story for Fallowheart’s contest. I forgot about it completely! 😛 Anyways, here it is if anyone wants to read it! 🙂
    *Repost*
    By the blackberry bush
    Written by Mountainpaw
    1321 words

    “Featherpaw, you know we’re not supposed to meet.” Bramblepaw whispered into the dark. The brambles of the blackberry bush crunched, and a pale grey cat stepped out into the dappled moonlight. His soft amber eyes gazed warmly into Bramblepaw’s. He grinned softly. Bramblepaw’s words caught in her throat. She remembered the night they first met, at the gathering. Featherpaw was really nervous, and Bramblepaw comforted him with soothing words. And she knew, right there, as her heart seemed to flutter all the way to the moon and back, that she was in love. But, not only was Bramblepaw in RiverClan, and Featherpaw in ThunderClan, they were both medicine cats. And the recent battle over sunning rocks made RiverClan even more angry at ThunderClan. Bramblepaw sighed. She was almost a full medicine cat. What would Milkfur say if she found out? Would StarClan even allow her to become a medicine cat, when she shattered the sacred Warrior code in such a forbidden way? Featherpaw stepped closer, and nuzzled Bramblepaw, purring. His fur was so thick, and smooth, and pale silver like the thin moon overhead. Bramblepaw was filled with warmth from paws to ear tip. She felt as relaxed and content as if she had just devoured their whole stock of poppy seeds. Then she broke away from Featherpaw, purring. Featherpaw smiled, then looked away quickly. They watched the river flow quietly, and the crickets chip their good cheer to the night sky, speckled with silver sprays of stars.
    “How’s training going with Goosefeather?” Bramblepaw asked at last.
    “It’s going really well. Though I wish the other cats wouldn’t treat him with such disrespect,” his face twisted in anger. Bramblepaw understood. She felt undying loyalty to her mentor, Milkfur.
    “Sure, he is a bit odd sometimes, but he teaches me lots of things, and he knows all the herbs in the forest! He’s brilliant.” Featherpaw added loyally. “How about you, Bramblepaw? How’s training going with Milkfur?”
    “It’s going well. Just yesterday, I helped her deliver a new litter of kits.”
    They smiled at each other again. A frog croaked. The reeds swished in the night breeze, though it was very warm, and Bramblepaw, just like all RiverClan cats, had a thick, heavy pelt that warmed her even more. “What would you like your medicine cat name to be?”
    Featherpaw asked.
    “I…I’d like it to be Bramblefeather. After you. But you know we can’t chose.”
    “I know, I know.” Featherpaw looked deeply honored.
    He purred again, and Bramblepaw nuzzled him.
    “Oh, great StarClan! It’s twilight!” The pale light of the rising sun started to color the sky dark purple. ‘We’d better go before the warriors wake up! Be careful over the stepping stones, Featherpaw!” Bramblepaw said.
    Featherpaw nodded, and dashed off, back into the brambles of the blackberry bush. Bramblepaw quickly started to groom her pelt, washing the scent of ThunderClan off her white and black fur. She spat out a burr, ripped off a few pieces of borage leaves from the nearby plant, and dashed off into the reeds, back to the RiverClan camp.

    Above, in the stars, two spirits of lost cats were talking.
    “Well? Volestar?”
    Volestar sighed. “Echosong, it’s a very forbidden relationship, I know, but you can’t control love. Let them be, and maybe they will come to their senses,”
    “Fine!” Echosnout spat, the stars in her pelt pulsing with anger. “We will let them be. But they must know, breaking the warrior code is wrong. Bramblepaw has to be loyal to her Clan only. They are her kin, not some ThunderClan medicine cat apprentice.” She walked away, sprinting across the sky. Volestar sighed. If only Echosnout knew…

    Brambleberry watched Crookedkit try to eat a fish, sorrow in her eyes. She loved the little kit so much…his eyes looked just like Featherpaw’s. She had done all in her power to heal him, and true, he survived, but she could not fix his crooked jaw. And how long would he stay alive, eating like that, with only a fourth of the fish in his belly? Brambleberry shook her head. She would help him all she could. She would give him all the love Rainflower would no longer do. Rainflower. The name was now bitter in Brambleberry’s mind. How cruel it was to leave a kit in need sad, and helpless? Brambleberry gathered her herbs and arranged them inside her den, Featherwhisker on her mind. She had not met him for ages…she was too busy healing Crookedkit. She felt another twist of anger. Crookedkit! How cruel could Rainflower get?

    Brambleberry waited. At last, she picked up the scent of ThunderClan. Yes! Featherpaw appeared from the bramble bush.
    “Featherpaw!” Brambleberry cried.
    “Bramblepaw!” Featherpaw purred with delight.
    They nuzzled each other, twinning their tails together, purring so loud Brambleberry was sure cats on the moon could hear them.
    “You haven’t come in ages!” Featherpaw purred. “I’ve missed you!”
    “I’ve missed you too. But Crookedkit-”
    “Crookedkit?” Featherpaw gasped.
    “His name was Stormkit, but he had an accident. His jaw broke, and his fox of a mother renamed him Crookedkit. I almost renamed myself “Swallowherb”, the poor kit was so sad.”
    “Aww, I’m sorry.” Featherpaw mewed sympathetically. “I’m sure you did your best,”
    “Thanks. Also, I’m Brambleberry now,”
    “Really? Awesome! Congratulations! Not Bramblefeather then?”
    “I don’t mind. Berry reminds me of this blackberry bush we always meet beside.”
    Featherpaw purred. “I’m Featherwhisker.” He announced.
    “That’s great!” Bramblepaw nuzzled him.
    The moon shone over head, the willow tree’s branches whispered, shifting and brushing against each other. The river gurgled, the crickets chirped, the frogs croaked, a nightingale sang it’s beautiful, sorrowful song to the night. It seemed to sing:
    “Broken wings, Broken heart, Broken stars. Believe in me, believe your heart, whispering willows, swishing reeds. I sing to the stars, I sing to my heart, I sing for you, I sing for me, in the dead of night” The reeds seemed to say: “The reed that bends is stronger then the oak that stands. Listen to our words of wisdom”
    And Brambleberry felt happier then she ever had. Oh, how she loved Featherwhisker.

    Many moons had passed. At first, when Featherwhisker no longer arrived at the blackberry bush, Brambleberry shoved it off. He must be busy, it’s Leaf-bare.
    Warriors need their medicine cats during this time.
    But then…when a whole moon had passed..it was time to go to the gathering. She’ll see him there. But she only saw the other ThunderClan medicine cat, Spottedleaf, and the blood seemed to freeze in her veins like ice. No. It can’t be true. He’s still alive. He has to be.
    “Spottedleaf? Where’s Featherwhisker?” She asked at once.
    Spottedleaf looked at Brambleberry with sorrow in her eyes.
    “He hunts with StarClan. Greencough took him this moon.”
    Brambleberry froze. She felt numb. She sank to her paws, closed her eyes, and let the cold creep across her body, till it reached her heart, and swallowed her whole.
    “He…he can’t be.” She choked.
    “I’m sorry, Brambleberry. I knew you were close,” Spottedleaf soothed.
    Brambleberry nodded, grief sweeping over her like violent waves, each one washing away her joy, piece by piece. Featherwhisker….

    Brambleberry took a deep breath, and swallowed. She shook violently, gasping, sputtering, choking. She fell to the floor, let out one last shuddering gasp, and lay still, foam covering her mouth. She had poisoned herself with death berries, so she could join Featherwhisker in StarClan. RiverClan would be in great paws with Mudfur as their medicine cat. He was clever, and gifted, and Brambleberry could guide her Clan from StarClan, beside Featherwhisker.

    Featherwhisker and Brambleberry were standing side by side, watching the river gurgle. Featherwhisker glanced at her warmly, the stars in his pelt twinkling with love.
    “I’m glad we’re together again,” he purred.
    “So am I, Featherwhisker. So am I.”

    The end.

  • This is my entry for Minktail’s contest! 😀

    What? Oh, yes, the thunder is loud. Don’t cry, Ravenkit. Here, come closer, let me tell you a story. Sorry, what did you say, Dustkit? Oh, yes I know I know, you’re not scared of the thunder. You told me a million times. But see, sometimes it is okay to be scared. But being too scared is not good either. So snuggle up, have a drink of milk, and listen to the story I’m telling you. It takes place many many moons before grandpa cat was even kitted. It all started off with a cat called…

    …Gustwish. That’s my name. I am a pale brown tom, with darker paws, ear tips, and tail tips, like I’ve been dunked in dark mud. I am a warrior of RiverClan. My clanmates call be loyal, and clever. But if only they knew my secret, the secret I try to hide desperately, the secret that would ruin me if they knew. But they don’t know. And they won’t know. I will keep it safe. I pad to the fresh-kill pile, and pick out a fish, my stomach churining with guilt as I think of my secret. I force the meat down, lick my paws clean, and go off to the warriors den. I sleep soundly, and it’s the croak of the frogs and song of the crickets that wakes me. The moon is high above, shining in the sky like a large chunk of silver shell. It’s time. I slip out, silently, under the cover of the dark, careful not to wake anyone. Otherwise they would know. Know my terrible secret. Once I get out of camp, the journey doesn’t take long. And there I am, in the thicket of blackberry brambles, and I wait. And wait. Till she comes. Slipping through the leaves, nimble, and sleek, she smiles warmly at me, and all my worries melt away like leaf-bare ice on a warm new-leaf day. A purr rises from my throat, and a purr rises from her own. We touch noses. I nuzzle her. This is my secret. I, Gustwind of RiverClan, have met a cat, so beautiful inside and out, that I had to keep seeing her. I was in love. In love with a cat from WindClan. But when she was here, with me, the blackberry leaves bathed in moonlight so they looked like they were holding pools of silver, all my worries were gone. I was here, with her, Swiftspring, and everything would be okay.
    “Gustwish? I have something to tell you.” Swiftspring pulled away, and suddenly I felt cold and empty without her fur warming mine.
    “What is it?” I asked tentatively.
    “I’m carrying your kits.”
    And only then did I notice her rather big belly. The first wave that washed over me carried joy and glee. The second carried dread and anxiety. I pushed those aside. I could worry later.
    “That’s amazing! I’m so happy!” I drew her close and cover her ears with comforting licks.
    Swiftspring purred, then her gaze turned serious. I stopped licking.
    “I was thinking…could I join RiverClan?”
    “What?” I asked numbly.
    “Well, I don’t want these kits raised without you as their father. Our leader isn’t that good anyways…and we wouldn’t have to hide our love. We could be together. Always. Till the moon falls and the stars shake.”
    “I…I would love that.” I grinned down at her, Swiftspring’s bright blue eyes gazing into the depths of mine, as if she could read my thoughts like it was an uncovered forest.

    Should I tell Reedstar now? But what if she’s mad that I kept a secret so long? What if she banishes me from my Clan? What if she kills me, or worse, Swiftspring? Nahh, Reedstar is kind. She’d never do that. But she might.
    “Gustwish?”
    I nearly jumped out of my fur in fright.
    “R..R..Reedstar! You startled me!” I stammered.
    Reedtstar gazed at me suspiciously. But then she shook her dark ginger fur, like she wanted to get rid of dust, and told me:
    “Sorry I startled you. I just wanted to tell you to go to the river, and catch some fish for the evening.”
    “Of course, Reedstar, I’m sorry. I’ll go right away.”
    I ran off before she could ask me any more questions. Before she might get the secret out of me. It sent shivers down my spine just to think about it.
    Water. My escape. How could the other Clans hate swimming? As I sank below the murky depths, surrounded by bubbles and tiny fish, I though about when to tell Reedstar Swiftspring was joining RiverClan.
    Soon. I thought. Soon.
    I caught some fish, and rose to the surface, taking deep gulps of fresh clean air. I lifted myself onto the shore, shook water droplets out of my pale pelt, and dropped the fish at the fresh-kill pile.
    Soon.

    Many days have passed. I’m still too scared to speak.
    I’ll tell her today, I promise myself.
    But I didn’t. Not that day, or the next, or the next.
    I was so scared. I just wanted to protect my love and my unborn kits.

    Alright. I will tell Reedstar today. But how should I tell her? I have so many choices. What if I make the wrong one? I know! I know what to tell her, one that will keep my secret safe. Then there will be absolutely no chance of Reedtstar killing Swiftspring.
    I pad to her den. I call for her, and she invites me in.
    I tell her:
    “Reedstar? I have something to confess. At the last gathering, I met a WindClan cat, called Swiftspring. Their leader, she has been torturing her. She’s about to have kits, and he’s threatened to kill her! We must do something. We have to prove RiverClan is a safe Clan, for anyone in need.”
    Reedstar nodded.
    “I’ll think about it.”

    No. I messed up so bad. I’m here, in the RiverClan camp, doing a rescue mission. Reedstar had just ordered a patrol of warriors to attack WindClan, free Swiftspring, and teach Stonestar, the WindClan leader- a lesson. It was all my fault.
    “Gustwish!” Swiftspring ran toward me, her eyes wide with alarm.
    Blood speckled the ground around us.
    “What’s going on?” She gasped.
    Before I could answer, she collapsed, right at my paws.
    “Swiftspring!” I cried.
    A long, thin gash ran from her shoulder to her flank, her side soaked with scarlet blood. She had been hurt in the battle! I told a lie to keep her safe, only the lie is the reason she isn’t! I dropped to my paws, the battle around my fading away. I licked her wound, my eyes clouding, peeling to StarClan to bring her back to me.

    “She’ll be fine.” Icewhisker soothed me. “You, on the other paw..”
    “I know,” I said, my voice uncharacteristically high. “I know. But Swiftspring’s safe and that’s all that matters.”
    It had been a week since the battle. RiverClan won, but poor Stonestar! He isn’t the best leader, but someone accusing him of torturing his queens…oof! What a blow!
    Luckily, the WindClan medicine cat rushed to Swiftspring’s side, and ushered me away, so I could run and admit my mistake to Reedstar and Stonestar. I had to do apprentices duties for three moons, and I couldn’t eat breakfast, but Swiftspring was okay, and that was all that mattered to me at the moment. Reedstar allowed Swiftspring to join RiverClan. She actually had nothing against me meeting with her, because she had a forbidden relationship in her youth too, just like me. But she wished I had told the truth.
    I wished that too, but at least I learned from my mistakes.

    I am curled around my mate, Swiftspring, rasping my tongue over her ears. We are in the nursery, three kits snuggled beside Swiftspring, suckling her milk. Featherkit, a beautiful silver tabby she-cat, Stormkit, a fluffy grey tom, and Reedkit, a pale brown she-cat just like Gustwish. He would love and care for them forever.
    Swiftspring gazed at him, looking tired, but beaming all the same.
    “I love you.” She whispered.
    “I love you too.” Gustwish answered, purring.
    Gustwish took a deep breath, smiling broadly, the milky scent of the nursery calming him, bringing back memories of when he was a little kit. He had so much love to give. And he would give it all to his new family.
    And turns out, when he told the lie to keep his mate safe- the only thing he feared, was fear itself.

    So you see, Ravenkit. Thunder isn’t that scary. You don’t have to fear it, because you are safe and warm and I will do anything to protect you. The only thing to fear, is fear itself. Remember that, my beautiful kits. Good night. In the morning, the sun will rise, the storm will clear, and everything will be okay.

    The only thing to fear, is fear itself
    -Franklin D. Roosevelt

  • I have a ton of AU fanfic ideas. I might not actually write them for a long while, since I’m busy with other fanfics, but I’d still like to know which fanfic you’d find the most interesting! 😀

    1. Scattered Cinders: A CinderheartXHeathertail AU.
    2. Night Of The Tawny Moon: A FeathertailXTawnypelt AU.
    3. Love Sweet As Honey: A HoneyfernXHollyleaf AU.
    4. Hazels And Ferns: A HoneyfernXHazeltail AU.
    5. One Fire, One Love: A FireheartXOnewhisker AU.
    6. Bright Spirits: A BrightheartXDaisy AU
    7. Puddle Of Fire: An AlderheartXPuddleshine AU
    8. Blue Petals: A BluefurXRosetail AU
    9. Blazing Blossoms: An IvypoolXBlossomfall AU.
    10. Gray Fire: A FirestarXGraystripe AU
    11. Shining Leaves: A JayfeatherXFallen Leaves AU.
    12. Yellow Rivers: A BluestarXYellowfang AU
    13. Stream Of Love: A ThrushpeltXOakheart AU
    14. Gray Ripples: A Gray WingXRiver Ripple AU
    15. Violet Skies: A Violet DawnXAcorn Fur AU
    16. Golden Berries: A LionblazeXBerrynose AU
    17. Shaded Reeds: A MapleshadeXReedshine AU
    18. Rustling Willows: A WillowshineXHollyleaf AU
    19. Storms Of Dust: A DustpeltXFirestar AU
    20. Echoes Of Love: An EchosongXLeafstar AU
    21. Red Sun Rising: A TawnypeltXSquirrelflight AU
    22. Shimmers Of The Lake: A FeathertailXSquirrelflight AU
    23. Hazel Clouds: A HazeltailXIcecloud AU
    24. Russet Roses: A RussetfurXSasha AU
    25. Shattered Brambles: A BrambleclawXStormfur AU
    26. Shadowed Stream: A BrookXFeathertail AU
    27. Darkened Souls: A DarkstripeXTigerstar AU
    28. Bright Rivers: A LeopardstarXSasha AU
    29. Broken Maples: A MapleshadeXFrecklewish AU
    30. Silver Sands: A SilverstreamXSandstorm AU
    31. Tawny Flowers: A GoldenflowerXSasha AU
    32. Bright Rain: A Bright StreamXRainswept Flower AU
    33. Windstorms: A Wind RunnerXSlate AU
    34. Black Moon: A BlackstarXSol AU
    35. Rustling Ferns: A FerncloudXDaisy AU
    36. Sleek Flowers: A NeedletailXSleekwhisker AU
    37. Swirling Sorrels: A SorreltailXCinderpelt AU
    38. Rainy Roses: A DovewingXRosepetal AU
    39. Dappled Storms: A Turtle Tail XStorm AU
    40. Purple Petals: A VioletpawXZelda AU
    41. Fallen Holly: A HazeltailXHollyleaf AU
    42. Striped Branches: A LongtailXPurdy AU
    43. Bracken Rain: A BrackenfurXRainwhisker AU
    44. Heart Of The River: A HazeltailXMinnowtail AU
    45. Love At Sunset: A BumbleXTurtle Tail AU
    46. Hearts Aflame: A RavenpawXFirestar AU
    47. Spotted Petals: A SpottedleafXBrindleface AU

    The Story Of Tonight

    • The ones that would make the most sense are 2, 8, 27, and 34, cause some of these characters have never met. 44 could be interesting. Maybe 23. I’m excited to read whatever you decide to write!

    • Ooh, 17 and 39 would be interesting! And 16 😛 let’s see how Lionblaze puts up with Berrynose. I’d really like to see 3, 8, and 22 as well, but it’s your choice!

  • Of Shattered Stars — Chapter One (Clear Sky + Hawkfrost)

    Valleykit sat crouched towards the back of Windclan camp, watching the ground before them intently. Their eyes followed the long trail of ants, watching their tiny legs churn through the thin grass like the water of a river through reeds. They’d long since lost track of their numbers, but they were still dutifully at their task.
    “Moonstorm. Quailtail. Footfoot. Noseflight. Headpelt. Acornbelly. Whiskerface,” the little ginger kit murmured under their breath, their heart skipping in their chest as they realized that they’d missed one. “Tickletoes,” they added quickly, before the ant could disappear from their line of sight.
    “Bananaleaf. Grasspeck. Snakeduck. Eyesight. Budlight. Treesoot. Stormsong. Basilwillow. Skunkriver,” Valleykit continued, chewing on the inside of their lip in concentration. They only knew so many words, and they were starting to run out, but the ants just kept coming and coming. “Umm,” they muttered, racking their brain for something else that could serve as a name.
    “What about Ploversky?”
    Valleykit looked up, frowning at the dusty brown tom that had come to sit next to them. “I can’t use that, it was your name!”
    Ploverstar smiled slightly, folding his paws neatly under him. “Well, I’m pretty sure you’ve used Moonstorm twice,” he said, following the kit’s gaze to the trail of ants.
    “Well, then Moonstorm #2 is now Pebblestorm,” Valleykit said, with a scowl. “Sorry, Pebblestorm,” they whispered, leaning closer to the ant hill.
    “Dovefox. Bramblebush. Orangewhisker. Tansydash. Blazefuzz.”
    Ploverstar’s eyes krept away from the ants, to the kit beside him. Oblivious, Valleykit continued rattling off names, looking less with a kit playing by themself and more like an adult with a serious task to do. “Valleykit, why are you naming the ants?” Ploverstar asked gently. Any other cat’s heart might have been warned by the scene, but he knew better.
    The kit scowled, obviously frustrated about being interrupted again. “Dewfrost. Quickjump. Because,” they replied, as a gap opened up in the line of little scuttling bodies, “There’s a lot of ants. And they’re always here, even if we don’t see them, but we don’t pay any attention. Butterfoot.”
    “There’s a lot of grass too, and mice, and leaves,” Ploverstar pointed out, with a sad smile.
    “I know,” Valleykit replied, their expression crumpling suddenly. “I’m never going to name them all, but they still need names.”
    “No one deserves to be neglected, huh?” Ploverstar murmured, leaning over to give the kit a brisk lick over the ears.
    The little ginger and white cat bristled, as if startled that Ploverstar had been able to connect the dots. “Of course not. But,” they added, their expression smoothing over into a grin, “They’re just ants. I’m just trying not to be bored.”
    “Just ants,” Ploverstar repeated, wishing that was the truth and that he didn’t have to ask the question he needed to ask. “Valleykit, have you seen Duskflame lately? He didn’t go to any of his scheduled patrols today.”
    “No,” Valleykit replied cheerfully, their grin looking stiff on their fluffy little face. “I’m sure he’s around somewhere, though.” Mischievously, they added, “Are you going to punish him? You should make him clean the elder’s den with Whisperpaw.”
    Three moons old, and already starting to act. Ploverstar rose slowly to his paws, gazing regretfully down at the kit. He was doing his best, but he had a clan to run and he wasn’t Valleykit’s father. Arguably, Duskflame didn’t count as their father either. “I think I will,” he said, blinking at them. “Maybe when he gets back he’ll help you name the ants.”

    Valleystep dashed after the rabbit, enjoying the rush of air through their fur as the two of them crested the rise, the murky dusk light casting long shadows in the rabbit’s wake. Their paws hit the ground hard, their long legs agility mimicking the terrified animal’s every move.
    The rabbit darted left, but Valleystep saw the dodge coming and put on an extra burst of speed, leaping over a tuft of tall grass and sending up a scattering of dust. The world tilted as they landed off balance, but Valleystep turned it into a dive for their prey before they fell.
    With a triumphant whoop, Valleystep pinned down the frightened creature, pressing its back against the dirt. Then, with a huff, they stepped back, watching as it scrambled to its feet and bolted away.
    Their sides heaving from the run, Valleystep eased themself back onto their haunches, squinting at the horizon as the rabbit darted over a hill and out of sight.
    “Why do you catch them if you don’t intend on killing them?”
    Valleystep grinned at the voice. They shook the dirt from their pelt, then turned to greet their climate. “Fogheart, why do I do anything?”
    “I wouldn’t know.”
    “Ah, but if you were so inclined to find out, you’d know that everything I’ve ever done is for one virtuous purpose: for fun.” They flicked the black tom lightly with their tail, enjoying the flustered flicker of annoyance on his face. “Besides, our freshkill pile is full for once. If I caught it tonight, it would go bad before anyone ate it. Best to let it live and make little baby rabbits for us to eat later.”
    Even on the cusp of night, the air was warm and sweet with the scent of blossoming flowers. Valleystep could tell that they were looking forward to a nice, long green leaf, and they were looking forward to the time where the days seemed to last forever and everyone grew fat on rabbits.
    “If you say so,” Fogheart grumbled, shaking his head. Valleystep caught a slight edge to the tom’s voice, and shot their clanmate a quizzical look.
    “What’s rattling around in that handsome head of yours that you’re not telling me?” they asked, their eyes darting across Fogheart’s face.
    Fogheart hesitated, the reluctant look on his face an answer in and of itself.
    “Got it,” Valleystep said, smiling cheekily even as their content mood dived down into glum anticipation. “My father is an idiot, and Ploverstar wants to speak to me, right?”
    “Right,” Fogheart replied, looking a little relieved that Valleystep had relieved him of his task, but not quite comfortable yet. “Val, he’s-”
    “Now, you wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would you?” Valleystep interrupted, with a teasing, elegantly chiding tone that they felt particularly proud of. After all, what were they if not good natured and cheery?
    Valleystep spun on their heels and bolted off in the opposite direction, ignoring Fogheart’s attempt to continue the conversation. Duskflame was not something they liked to talk about when it was avoidable. Besides, what was it that Fogheart could say that would surprise them?
    Val, he’s run off with a loner.
    It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, and probably not the last.
    Val, he tried to vanquish Skyclan.
    Been there, done that. Poor Dewstar had seen more of Duskflame lately than anyone else.
    Quite honestly, the only thing Valleystep would be surprised by at this point was if Duskflame apologised. They’d long since realized that their father was who he was now, and nothing they did could change him back.
    Valleystep hesitated slightly as Windclan camp came into view, the rhythm of their pawsteps faltering for a moment before they pushed themself into a sprint. It would be better to get it over with. Rip the cobwebs off all at once, as Duststone would say.
    They stopped just outside of camp, taking a moment to smooth their fur and readjust their expression into a nonchalant smile. Then, with the safety of knowing that no one was looking, they allowed themself a long, deep breath. Whatever Duskflame had done this time, it couldn’t hardly be worse than what he’d done before.
    Valleystep slid through the entrance, noting how all eyes immediately stuck to them as they padded into camp. That was never a good thing. It must be something bad this time. Maybe he’d actually managed to take one of Dewstar’s lives this time, although Valleystep couldn’t remember the last time they’d seen their father execute a half-decent battle move.
    Whatever they’d been expecting, it certainly wasn’t what was in front of them. Ploverstar met their eyes, his expression too full of contradictions to betray anything of too much meaning. Then, slowly, the leader dipped his head, looking down at the tiny kit that was sitting between their paws.
    “Valleystep, this is your younger sister,” he murmured.

    “Sister?” Valleystep echoed, the word sinking through the layers of their mind like a claw cutting deeper into a wound. The little speckled kit looked up at him, her blue eyes wide with curiosity.
    “Well, half-sister, technically,” Ploverstar revised. “Duskflame just brought her by, he’s in the warrior’s den taking a nap. Valleystep, are you okay?” he added, his face darkening with concern as Valleystep gawked at the tiny she-kit.
    “I’m fine.”
    They most certainly weren’t fine.
    How were they going to take care of a sister? And yes, it would be them who was taking care of her, because Duskflame didn’t even take care of himself and Ploverstar was already up to his ears in trouble from trying to do it for him.
    Valleystep knew nothing about being a sibling, let alone being a parent. Was this kit even old enough to eat solid prey?
    What if she got sick? Or had an accident? They could see it all clearly in their head, the tiny limp form or the eagle growing smaller and smaller in the sky. The kit in front of them tilted her head at them, looking nervous. She had every right to be nervous. She could die, and they wouldn’t be able to do anything but watch.
    “Val?”
    Ploverstar had stepped away from the kit, and was crouching beside them as if they were the one who needed to be protected. “Valleystep, what’s wrong? I know this is big, but you look-”
    “What if she drowns?” Valleystep blurted, so suddenly that Ploverstar actually flinched away. They frowned, almost equally surprised. They’d barely had time to think about it, let alone decide to say it.
    “Val, this is Windclan. Where’s she going to find something to drown in?” Ploverstar asked, with a bewildered sort of gentleness. “We’ll keep her far away from the lake, I promise.”
    Yes, they thought, but kits don’t stay where they ought to. They remembered being a kit themself, always wandering off to name birds and what not. Kit went on adventures and got themselves killed.
    They weren’t ready for this. They couldn’t lose anyone else. They couldn’t turn into Duskflame, or worse, end up just like-
    Like who?
    Just like me.
    Valleystep shook their head, their face crumpling into a harsh scowl as they struggled to reign in the panic. They weren’t thinking sense, let alone speaking it. Their clanmates were whispering and the kit – their sister, they reminded themself- was staring at them. They needed to get a grip on their emotions before they lost what little of a reputation they had.
    Valleystep forced in a breath, then a second one. The kit wasn’t going to drown, or get eaten, or anything. Ploverstar was right, they could keep her safe. One of the nursery queens could help them take care of her. It would be fine. They were fine.
    “Are you okay, Valleystep?” Ploverstar prompted carefully, peering at them through worried eyes. Valleystep felt a stab of guilt, Ploverstar had enough to worry about without having to worry about them as well.
    “Never been better,” they chirped, swinging the scowl swiftly back into their usual grin. “So, little one, tell me about yourself,” they added, turning their charming smile to their new sister. “I can already see that you got my dashing good looks. I’m sure we’re going to be the best of pals, but first, would you do me the honor of telling me your name?”
    The kit giggled, shaking her head. “No,” she replied, grinning back at them.
    “No, really, I must insist.”
    The kit hesitated, glancing nervously up at Ploverstar. “Am I supposed to have one of those?”
    Of course she didn’t have a name, Valleystep thought, their smile wilting only a little. “Well, everyone needs a name,” they purred, blinking reassuringly at her. “It’s okay that you don’t have one yet though, just means we can come up with one together. It’s more fun this way, anyway.”
    She grinned, her face lighting up like a little ray of sunshine. “Cool!”
    Valleystep grinned back, seamlessly hiding the battle in their mind. On one side, reason. On the other, the haunting vision of dark water swallowing up tiny paws.

  • Chapter 30! Another really big chapter! Let me know what you think!

    Chapter 30

    Lionscar glanced at the nursery. Izzyheart had just finished kitting, and Dawnlight had reported that she and her three kits were barely clinging onto life. He found himself worried for her. She was annoying, but he had known her since she was a kit. It would be terrible if she died. No one deserved that.
    Dawnlight emerged from the nursery again, and Lionscar padded over to her. “How are they?” he asked.
    Dawnlight’s eyes widened and she stuttered before answering. “They’re doing better,” she finally answered, her voice high-pitched.
    What in the name of StarClan is wrong with her? Lionscar wondered. She had been acting really weird lately, but Lionscar didn’t think much of it. She was probably tired from being so busy lately. “That’s good. How are you doing? You were up the whole night. That must be exhausting.”
    Dawnlight shifted. “Er— I better get back to Ambershine.”
    Lionscar studied her closer. “Are you okay, Dawnlight?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine,” Dawnlight snapped. “Now if you don’t mind, I actually have to get going.”
    Lionscar stared after her. That was weird, he thought, and shrugged it off. Dawnlight was just weird sometimes.
    “Hey, Lionscar,” Feathersong meowed. “I’m taking Creekpaw out training if you want to come with Grasspaw.”
    Lionscar looked over his shoulder, but Dawnlight was already gone. “Sure,” he replied. He cleared his head. Everything was fine. Why wouldn’t it be? Leaf-bare was only a moon and a half away, but prey was still running well. No one had even gotten sick yet.
    Yes, everything was fine.

    A half a moon later, PineClan was still thriving. Izzyheart’s kits were much stronger, and she and Branchfur named them Gorsekit, Spottedkit, and Sootkit. The whole Clan still managed to stay well-fed, even with the cold weather approaching.
    “Lionscar.”
    Lionscar turned to see Redfall walking over to him. His friend had been busy with Roseberry lately, so he hadn’t had the chance to spend time with him.
    “Hi, Redfall,” he greeted him.
    Redfall looked ready to burst with happiness. “Lionscar, I have something I want to tell you,” he said quietly.
    “What is it?” Lionscar pressed.
    Redfall purred fiercely. “Roseberry is expecting kits. My kits. I’m going to be a father, Lionscar!”
    Lionscar beamed, remembering how overjoyed he had felt when Lilywish told him that she was expecting kits. “That’s wonderful, Redfall!” he exclaimed. “You will make an amazing father.”
    Redfall grinned. “I… I just can’t believe how happy I am right now,” he murmured. “I love Roseberry so much and I already love our kits more than I can understand.”
    A bittersweet feeling passed over Lionscar. He had felt that way for Lilywish and their kits, and now they were gone. He wished with everything he had that he could have met his kits. That Lilywish survived.
    But he was happy for Redfall. He would always be happy for all of his Clanmates. They were all he had left.

    Lionscar was spiraling through darkness. The air was so thick that he could hardly breathe, and black mist swirled around him as he fell.
    A scent hit him, and he gagged on it. Smoke.
    Lionscar jolted awake, but the smoke was still there. His thoughts were clouded, and every breath hurt. His head cleared as he realized what was going on. “Fire!” he screeched. “Fire in the camp!”
    Icestone lifted her head. “What?” she yelped.
    Suddenly, everyone was awake, and panic filled the air.
    “Get the elders!” Cherryfur shouted.
    “My kits!” Shadowpool cried, racing towards the apprentices den.
    Lionscar breathed heavily. “Everyone be quiet!” he yowled. “We need to stay calm and get
    everyone together. Where is Needlestar?”
    “I’m right here,” Needlestar rasped. “Lionscar is right. We must stay calm. Shadowpool is gathering the apprentices, Branchfur and Sparrowstripe are clearing the nursery, and Everflame and Cherryfur are helping the elders. Once we are all together, we will head for the moor.”
    “No!” Feathersong protested. “We will never escape!”
    Lionscar felt a flash of terror as a thought struck him. Where was Dawnlight? There! He could see her, Ambershine, and everyone else dodging the flames as they struggled towards them. “They’re here!” he called. “Let’s go
    Lionscar was shoved back against the crowd of cats desperate to escape. He fled blindly, dodging sparks of fire. The entire forest was ignited and covered in a blanket of smoke. Lionscar felt heat on his pelt, and ran faster. He had to keep up with the rest of the Clan!
    “Lionscar!”
    Lionscar turned at the terrified cry to see Grasspaw clinging onto a pine tree as flames lapped closer to her. Her green eyes were stretched wide with fear and the light of the fire turned them golden. “I’m coming, Grasspaw!” he yowled. “Hold on!” He darted through flames, leaping around them. “Get on my back!” he screeched.
    Grasspaw shook violently. “I can’t!”
    Lionscar glared at her. “Now, Grasspaw, or neither of us are getting out of this alive!”
    Grasspaw lowered herself from the tree slowly, digging her claws into his back. Lionscar winced as fire seared his tail. Once his apprentice was secure, he ran as fast as he could to get back to the rest of the Clan.
    Shadowpool raced over to them, fighting against the crowd. “Grasspaw!” she wailed. “I thought I lost you!”
    Grasspaw leaned against her mother. “Lionscar saved me, but we have to keep moving!”
    Shadowpool flashed Lionscar a look of gratitude before moving forward.
    Lionscar pushed through the swarm of cats, desperately searching for Dawnlight. After witnessing what nearly happened to Grasspaw, he couldn’t let Dawnlight suffer the same fate. He just couldn’t. “Dawnlight!” he yelled. “Where are you?”
    “Lionscar?”
    Lionscar glanced around to find where Dawnlight called out to him, but just then there was an ear-splitting crack, and one of the great evergreens started to topple over. “RUN!” he screeched. Screams echoed around him, and everyone was pushing to get out of the way. Lionscar turned to make sure everyone was out of the way when he noticed Wasppaw helping Saptail limp towards the rest of the group.
    Horror flooded through Lionscar. “Wasppaw! Saptail! Run!” he hollered, his voice hoarse.
    Wasppaw looked up and met Lionscar’s eyes as realization set in. They rounded, and his jaws parted.
    Then the tree crashed to the ground where Wasppaw and Saptail had just been only moments ago, and in an explosion of fire and smoke, they were gone.
    Shadowpool flung herself forward. “No!” she sobbed. “Wasppaw no!”
    Vixenclaw pushed her out of the way. “Don’t go running into the fire!” she hissed. “Keep moving!”
    Shadowpool turned on her Clanmate, her eyes blazing. “But my son is over there! He’s trapped!”
    Lionscar felt a stab of grief for both lives that were lost. “He’s gone, Shadowpool,” he choked out. “They both are. We have to keep moving.”
    Shadowpool just stared at him, tears welling in her eyes. She opened and closed her mouth before speaking. “He’s all alone,” she breathed.
    Vixenclaw touched her nose to Shadowpool’s ear. “He has Nettlecreek to guide him to StarClan.”
    Anguish in her face, Shadowpool stumbled forward.
    Lionscar let out a breath of relief and continued to run after his Clanmates, terrified to find that each intake of air got harder and harder. He still hadn’t found Dawnlight. Where was she?
    They were almost out of the forest. Lionscar could see that some of his Clanmates had already escaped. It was almost over.
    “Help me!”
    Every hair on Lionscar’s pelt stood straight. Dawnlight. It was like everything was in slow motion as he flew around to see her bounding towards him, fire catching at her fur, about to swallow her. No. He couldn’t lose her. She meant everything to him.
    He would die for her, without question.
    He knew in that moment that he was about to die for her, as he ran with the speed of StarClan towards Dawnlight, towards the fire.
    But there was a flash of black and white, and suddenly Everflame was throwing Dawnlight out of the way just as the flames engulfed him.
    “NO!” A tortured scream ripped through Dawnlight’s throat as she saw Everflame disappear in the fire. She turned around, her eyes widening before she started to sprint back in the direction of the fire.
    Time slowed as Lionscar watched her run towards her death, and he realized something that would forever change him. Suddenly, nothing was certain except one thing: he could not let Dawnlight die.
    “Dawnlight, no!” he roared, tackling her.
    She struggled under him. “Let me go!” she screeched.
    “Never,” Lionscar told her fiercely. “I will never let go.”
    Dawnlight turned on him, flames reflecting in her beautiful blue eyes. “Just let me die!” she screamed, the raw agony in her voice caused Lionscar’s heart to break. “I have no one! No one left who loves me!” Tears streamed down her face.
    Lionscar gazed at her sadly. “That’s not true,” he whispered. “Dawnlight, you will never be alone. I will always be here for you. I… I love you.” Her eyes grew wider.
    “I… I know I can’t… and I shouldn’t… and we could never be together, but Dawnlight,” Lionscar searched her face for any sign of what she was feeling. “Dawnlight, I love you.”
    Dawnlight stopped struggling, and shook her head slowly. “Why are you doing this?” she murmured, her voice shaking with rage. “Why would you do that to me?” She broke free of his grasp and for one terrifying moment, Lionscar thought she was going to run into the fire, but instead she circled around and followed the trail of the rest of PineClan.
    Lionscar sat there. Dawnlight was right. What had he done? Overpowering grief crashed down on Lionscar as he stared into the flames. Everflame was dead. The forest was gone.
    Nothing would ever be the same again.

    • :((((
      Now I want Everflame and Lilywish to be alive
      And uh now I don’t like Lionscar for no reason at all
      because he might see this as an opportunity to be deputy
      i really hope that doesn’t happen

      • Haha I’m not a huge fan of Lionscar either but because he was super boring to write. Dawnlight usually got longer chapters because she was easier and more fun (I actually finished this whole thing a few weeks ago)

    • My heart thuds
      Is it weird that a twelve-year-old loves these tragic romantic stories
      Although I have no idea who Everflame is I was guessing he’s Dawnlight’s brother or some whatever my heart is open to LionDawn. Partly because I don’t know LionLily but –
      What I’m saying is that I love it ><

      • Everflame was Dawnlight’s adopted father

        I’m happy you like it! I was a little unsure about it, and I wasn’t sure how a forbidden romance was going to go over since they’re pretty unpopular among most people (I may or may not love them though). This series is my first time writing fanfic since I was twelve, and I had never done forbidden romance before, so I decided to just go for it.

    • This is great! I love the name Izzyheart, Roseberry, and Redfall! 😀
      You can express emotion in your fan fictions really well

    • Wow, this was amazing Fallowheart! I want to read the other chapters but I don’t know where to find them…. 😭😭😭😭

      • Thanks! I can give you a link to a secret page with chapters 1-20 if you want (don’t feel like you have to say yes) and for 21-29, I usually post a chapter on each page, strategically posting them so it makes a new page.

          • Shimmers asked me for links to the other chapters as well, so I gave her a long list of links that you can use too (I mean, anyone can use them). That was in a reply to chapter 31, and I’m guessing you saw it cause it was right above your comment.

  • Random vague angsty character death scene

    Moonblaze. I can hear her shriek through the muffled blur of sound. Not her last, not her first, just desperate. Fighting for life. Then I hear something evil.
    A maniac’s laugh, a cackle that splits the air like lightning.
    I see her.
    Her bluish-silver fur looks horrid paired with the browns and reds of blood, but what catches me most and leaves me speechless are her eyes. Sharp and striking. Even after all she’s suffered, she can see the light.
    Then the creature slices at her flank. She twist away like a silver snake, and as I lunge to help, I see a brown-and-white tom.
    He grabs my scruff.
    Our eyes meet.
    This is her battle, he tells me.
    We don’t breathe. We stare.
    Why? I ask. Why can’t I…please, I need to save her! A silent scream escapes my throat.
    The nightmare isn’t over.
    She’s been torn apart.
    I see images of her mistakes.
    A tom and her claws, ripping apart flesh.
    I see the names they called her.
    Monster. Mistake.
    Her breath is warm, and her fur is cold.

    I see her again, and I know.
    And perhaps the world will come around someday.
    Every breath hurts, but I must.
    Let go.
    She appears frail in death, smaller. But her face is peaceful.
    And if I hadn’t known better, I could have sworn she smiled at me.

  • Here’s what I have so far of a fanfic I’m writing!
    Ice And Shadows
    – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
    ALLEGIANCES

    MapleClan

    Leader: Froststar- white tom with blue eyes.
    Deputy: Plumpond- tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes.
    Medicine cats: Wishwater- black-and-white she-cat with dark blue eyes.
    Silverpaw- silver Demi she-cat with one blue eye and one green eye.

    Warriors:

    Rabbitrose- light brown tabby tom with amber eyes.

    Burrfrost- dark brown cat with gray patches and green eyes.

    Crowblossom- black she-cat with brown spots and amber eyes.
    Apprentice, Moonpaw.

    Flamestream- orange she-cat with blue eyes.

    Splashsun- blue-gray Demi-tom with green eyes.
    Apprentice, Redpaw.
    Aspenflower- reddish-brown tom with green eyes.

    Brightbranch- brown-and-white tom with ice-blue eyes.

    Whisperfeather- smoky-gray she-cat with amber eyes.

    Pineclaw- brown tabby she-cat with white paws and amber eyes.

    Hawkcloud- white tom with gray, brown, and black flecks, and green eyes.

    Lionspot- golden cat with a black spot around xyr left eye, and blue eyes.
    Apprentice, Lightpaw.

    Eaglesong- black she-cat with green eyes.
    Apprentice, Echopaw.
    Honeybounce- yellow-and-white she-cat with amber eyes.

    Songriver- gray-and-white tom with blue eyes.

    Ashmoss- gray tom with very dark blue eyes.

    Apprentices:

    Moonpaw- gray-and-brown splotchy she-cat with dark blue eyes.
    Redpaw- black tom with green eyes.
    Lightpaw- white she-cat with amber eyes.
    Echopaw- black-and-silver Demi she-cat with green eyes.

    Queens/kits:

    Blossomwater- orange-and-white she-cat with blue eyes. Mother to Rabbitrose’s kits: Shadowkit (black she-kit with blue eyes, white paws, and a white chest) and Firekit (white she-kit with green eyes, and a orange splotch on her chest.)

    Daisystripe- golden she-cat with green eyes, and a cream stripe down her back. Mother to Hawkcloud’s kits: Waterkit, (gray tom with blue eyes) Mothkit, (brown she-kit with amber eyes) and Snowkit (white-and-black tom with green eyes.)

    Driftshadow- tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes. Expecting Songriver’s kits.

    Elders:
    Pebbleflame- orange tabby she-cat with blind blue eyes.

    PetalClan

    Leader: Snakestar- black-and-brown splotchy cat with white paws and green eyes.
    Deputy: Hazelsky- gray-and-white Demi tom with amber eyes.
    Medicine cat: Ripplescar- dark gray she-cat with dark green eyes and a scar on her nose.
    Warriors:
    Brindledapple- light brown she-cat with one dark blue eye.
    APPRENTICE, SHREWPAW.
    Smokesnap- smoke-gray tom with amber eyes.
    Mistypuddle- silver tabby Demi girl with green eyes.
    Redstream- reddish tabby she-cat with blue eyes.
    Willowcreek- tortoiseshell tom with ice-blue eyes.
    APPRENTICE, AMBERPAW.
    Hollyflicker- black cat with amber eyes.
    Bluedapple- blue-gray tom with pale green eyes.
    Feathersun- black-and-silver striped cat with blue eyes.
    APPRENTICE, FOGPAW.
    Grasstuft- brown tabby tom with green eyes.
    Jayslash- dark gray tabby Demi she-cat with dark blue eyes.
    Fliprain- dark brown-and-white splotchy Demi tom with green eyes.
    Reedspider- white tom with a black splotch on his chest, and amber eyes.
    Darkthorn- extremely dark gray she-cat with blue eyes.
    Stormspot- very light brown cat with dark brown spots and blue eyes.
    Apprentices:
    Shrewpaw- orange-and-white she-cat with blue eyes.
    Amberpaw- yellow tabby she-cat with green eyes.
    Fogpaw- pale gray tom with ice-blue eyes.
    Queens/kits:
    Deerpool- bracken-colored she-cat with green eyes. Mother of Grasstuft’s kits: Rainkit (gray tabby she-kit with amber eyes) and Flowerkit (orange tabby she-kit with blue eyes.)
    Brackencloud- cream-furred she-cat with pale green eyes. Mother of Bluedapple’s kits: Icekit (a gray-and-white tom-kit with blue eyes) and Cinderkit (a gray she-kit with green eyes.)
    Elders:
    Drizzleheart- white she-cat with a dark brown heart-shaped patch on her chest, and blue eyes.
    Foxscar- orange tabby tom with a scar across his face, and amber eyes.

    Chapter one:

    It was early morning. The sun was slowly rising, casting golden flickers of light over the MapleClan camp.

    It was only just early enough for the dawn patrol to be awake- any other cat would surely be fast asleep in their nests, dreaming away as they slept.

    And Shadowkit was not one of these cats.

    She tossed and turned in her nest, certain that her thrashing about would wake her sister, Firekit, but it did not.

    She sighed. It was so annoying when you were the only kit awake, and had nobody to play with! Yes, the dawn patrol would be leaving soon, but the warriors going on it had a job to do: they wouldn’t have time to play with a kit, nor would most of even want to.

    Shadowkit looked around the nursery. Her blue gaze settled on her mother, Blossomwater.

    “Blossomwater, I can’t sleep,” she mewed, then winced slightly, realizing that she’d sounded like a whiny kit.

    And she couldn’t come across as a whiny kit. Not when she was going to be an apprentice in just under two moons.

    Blossomwater stirred, then her blue eyes that resembled Shadowkit’s own eyes opened.

    “Shadowkit?” she mewed, blinking sleepily.

    “I can’t sleep. I’m the only one awake. Which is not fun. It’s not fun being the only kit awake. Because then you have nobody to play with.” Shadowkit meowed.

    Blossomwater licked her daughter’s head, ruffling the fur on top slightly.

    “Maybe you could play with Waterkit when he wakes up. He’s often up early.” she said.

    Shadowkit’s black fur bristled with annoyance. “Not Waterkit!” she protested loudly. Then, realizing that her protesting had woken Firekit, she added in a quieter voice, “I don’t like playing with Waterkit. He’s really bossy! He’s always acting like he’s Waterstar, a leader, not just a kit!”

    “I wish you’d try to get along with Waterkit,” murmured Blossomwater.

    “Just because Daisystripe is your best friend doesn’t mean her son has to be mine! Why do adult cats try to force friendships between kits? Let us make our own friends.” Shadowkit mewed sharply. Then, realizing that she’d snapped at her own mother, she whispered, “I’m sorry, Blossomwater.”

    Firekit sat up. “Shadowkit? Blossomwater? What’s going on?” she asked, cocking her head.

    Blossomwater licked Firekit’s ear. “Nothing, dear. Why don’t you go back to sleep? You too, Shadowkit.”

    Shadowkit curled up next to Firekit, and closed her eyes. She was feeling a little tired now.

    Her last thought before she fell asleep was, Why do I feel like I don’t belong?

    Feedback is welcome 😀 And here are some questions you’re free to answer.

    1. Do you think Blossomwater is right to want Waterkit and Shadowkit to be friends? Why or why not?

    2. What is your opinion on Shadowkit?

    3. Do you want to learn more about Firekit?

    4. Is Blossomwater a good mother?

    5. Is Shadowkit whiny? She seems a little whiny in this chapter, I have to admit, but she’s going to get better, I promise.

    The Story Of Tonight

    • I love this so much!!! The names you use are very creative and beautiful!!!
      I can’t wait for more! 😀
      1. Maybe? I mean Shadowkit hasn’t really tried, but if Shadowkit doesn’t want to be friends with him then why force it? I feel like there’s a twist hidden in that somewhere! 😛
      2. I like him! He seems clever. But it was rather unkind of him to say that to his mother.
      3. Yes, definitely!
      4. Yeah, I think so.
      5. Mmm, no, I don’t think so! Not that much! 😀

    • 1. I think that it’s natural for Blossomwater to want her kits to be friends with her best friend’s kits because that’s just what moms do

      2. I already like Shadowkit, and I want to know why she feels like she doesn’t belong

      3. Sure. I feel like every character has their own story to tell, and I want to know Firekit’s!

      4. Yeah. She seems sweet so far.

      5. She sounds like what I would imagine a four moon old kit would sound like.

    • 1. Do you think Blossomwater is right to want Waterkit and Shadowkit to be friends? Why or why not? -I think it’s fine for her to want Waterkit and Shadowkit to be friends, after all they’re going to end up being apprentices around the same time and will probably end up having to spend time together, so it would be best if they’re on good terms. She shouldn’t force them to be friends if they really hate each other, but I think there’s nothing wrong with her wanting it to happen.

      2. What is your opinion on Shadowkit? so far I’m pretty neutral, don’t know her well enough yet.

      3. Do you want to learn more about Firekit? sure

      4. Is Blossomwater a good mother? – So far, yes, she hasn’t done anything bad as of now and seems to have Shadowkit’s best interest in mind.

      5. Is Shadowkit whiny? She seems a little whiny in this chapter, I have to admit, but she’s going to get better, I promise. -A little, but she’s a kit so I feel like that’s kind of unavoidable.

    • its natural for mothers to want their kits to be besties because thats just being a mother, but i think shadowkit should choose her own friends.
      I like her, she sounds liek she´ll be a good protagonist
      Yes, firekit seems like she would be a good supporting or main character
      Yes, she sounds liek she genuinely loves and cares for her kits, but she´s sleepy and desperate for shadowkit to do something else not including waking her up in this situation
      a bit, but in a way a four moon old kit is.

    • Great story!! 😀 I can’t wait to read more!

      1. Do you think Blossomwater is right to want Waterkit and Shadowkit to be friends? Why or why not?
      It’s understandable that she wants the kits to get along. It’s ultimately the kits’ decision, but as long as she’s not forcing them, I think she’s right.

      2. What is your opinion on Shadowkit?
      I llove her and her name- she reminds me of my cat Shadow.

      3. Do you want to learn more about Firekit?
      Yes! 😀

      4. Is Blossomwater a good mother?
      Yes. She seems gentle and caring from what I’ve seen so far.

      5. Is Shadowkit whiny? She seems a little whiny in this chapter, I have to admit, but she’s going to get better, I promise.
      No, I think she’s just lonely.

  • *Repost*
    What? Oh, yes, the thunder is loud. Don’t cry, Ravenkit. Here, come closer, let me tell you a story. Sorry, what did you say, Dustkit? Oh, yes I know I know, you’re not scared of the thunder. You told me a million times. But see, sometimes it is okay to be scared. But being too scared is not good either. So snuggle up, have a drink of milk, and listen to the story I’m telling you. It takes place many many moons before grandpa cat was even kitted. It all started off with a cat called…

    …Gustwish. That’s my name. I am a pale brown tom, with darker paws, ear tips, and tail tips, like I’ve been dunked in dark mud. I am a warrior of RiverClan. My clanmates call be loyal, and clever. But if only they knew my secret, the secret I try to hide desperately, the secret that would ruin me if they knew. But they don’t know. And they won’t know. I will keep it safe. I pad to the fresh-kill pile, and pick out a fish, my stomach churining with guilt as I think of my secret. I force the meat down, lick my paws clean, and go off to the warriors den. I sleep soundly, and it’s the croak of the frogs and song of the crickets that wakes me. The moon is high above, shining in the sky like a large chunk of silver shell. It’s time. I slip out, silently, under the cover of the dark, careful not to wake anyone. Otherwise they would know. Know my terrible secret. Once I get out of camp, the journey doesn’t take long. And there I am, in the thicket of blackberry brambles, and I wait. And wait. Till she comes. Slipping through the leaves, nimble, and sleek, she smiles warmly at me, and all my worries melt away like leaf-bare ice on a warm new-leaf day. A purr rises from my throat, and a purr rises from her own. We touch noses. I nuzzle her. This is my secret. I, Gustwind of RiverClan, have met a cat, so beautiful inside and out, that I had to keep seeing her. I was in love. In love with a cat from WindClan. But when she was here, with me, the blackberry leaves bathed in moonlight so they looked like they were holding pools of silver, all my worries were gone. I was here, with her, Swiftspring, and everything would be okay.
    “Gustwish? I have something to tell you.” Swiftspring pulled away, and suddenly I felt cold and empty without her fur warming mine.
    “What is it?” I asked tentatively.
    “I’m carrying your kits.”
    And only then did I notice her rather big belly. The first wave that washed over me carried joy and glee. The second carried dread and anxiety. I pushed those aside. I could worry later.
    “That’s amazing! I’m so happy!” I drew her close and cover her ears with comforting licks.
    Swiftspring purred, then her gaze turned serious. I stopped licking.
    “I was thinking…could I join RiverClan?”
    “What?” I asked numbly.
    “Well, I don’t want these kits raised without you as their father. Our leader isn’t that good anyways…and we wouldn’t have to hide our love. We could be together. Always. Till the moon falls and the stars shake.”
    “I…I would love that.” I grinned down at her, Swiftspring’s bright blue eyes gazing into the depths of mine, as if she could read my thoughts like it was an uncovered forest.

    Should I tell Reedstar now? But what if she’s mad that I kept a secret so long? What if she banishes me from my Clan? What if she kills me, or worse, Swiftspring? Nahh, Reedstar is kind. She’d never do that. But she might.
    “Gustwish?”
    I nearly jumped out of my fur in fright.
    “R..R..Reedstar! You startled me!” I stammered.
    Reedtstar gazed at me suspiciously. But then she shook her dark ginger fur, like she wanted to get rid of dust, and told me:
    “Sorry I startled you. I just wanted to tell you to go to the river, and catch some fish for the evening.”
    “Of course, Reedstar, I’m sorry. I’ll go right away.”
    I ran off before she could ask me any more questions. Before she might get the secret out of me. It sent shivers down my spine just to think about it.
    Water. My escape. How could the other Clans hate swimming? As I sank below the murky depths, surrounded by bubbles and tiny fish, I though about when to tell Reedstar Swiftspring was joining RiverClan.
    Soon. I thought. Soon.
    I caught some fish, and rose to the surface, taking deep gulps of fresh clean air. I lifted myself onto the shore, shook water droplets out of my pale pelt, and dropped the fish at the fresh-kill pile.
    Soon.

    Many days have passed. I’m still too scared to speak.
    I’ll tell her today, I promise myself.
    But I didn’t. Not that day, or the next, or the next.
    I was so scared. I just wanted to protect my love and my unborn kits.

    Alright. I will tell Reedstar today. But how should I tell her? I have so many choices. What if I make the wrong one? I know! I know what to tell her, one that will keep my secret safe. Then there will be absolutely no chance of Reedtstar killing Swiftspring.
    I pad to her den. I call for her, and she invites me in.
    I tell her:
    “Reedstar? I have something to confess. At the last gathering, I met a WindClan cat, called Swiftspring. Their leader, she has been torturing her. She’s about to have kits, and he’s threatened to kill her! We must do something. We have to prove RiverClan is a safe Clan, for anyone in need.”
    Reedstar nodded.
    “I’ll think about it.”

    No. I messed up so bad. I’m here, in the RiverClan camp, doing a rescue mission. Reedstar had just ordered a patrol of warriors to attack WindClan, free Swiftspring, and teach Stonestar, the WindClan leader- a lesson. It was all my fault.
    “Gustwish!” Swiftspring ran toward me, her eyes wide with alarm.
    Blood speckled the ground around us.
    “What’s going on?” She gasped.
    Before I could answer, she collapsed, right at my paws.
    “Swiftspring!” I cried.
    A long, thin gash ran from her shoulder to her flank, her side soaked with scarlet blood. She had been hurt in the battle! I told a lie to keep her safe, only the lie is the reason she isn’t! I dropped to my paws, the battle around my fading away. I licked her wound, my eyes clouding, peeling to StarClan to bring her back to me.

    “She’ll be fine.” Icewhisker soothed me. “You, on the other paw..”
    “I know,” I said, my voice uncharacteristically high. “I know. But Swiftspring’s safe and that’s all that matters.”
    It had been a week since the battle. RiverClan won, but poor Stonestar! He isn’t the best leader, but someone accusing him of torturing his queens…oof! What a blow!
    Luckily, the WindClan medicine cat rushed to Swiftspring’s side, and ushered me away, so I could run and admit my mistake to Reedstar and Stonestar. I had to do apprentices duties for three moons, and I couldn’t eat breakfast, but Swiftspring was okay, and that was all that mattered to me at the moment. Reedstar allowed Swiftspring to join RiverClan. She actually had nothing against me meeting with her, because she had a forbidden relationship in her youth too, just like me. But she wished I had told the truth.
    I wished that too, but at least I learned from my mistakes.

    I am curled around my mate, Swiftspring, rasping my tongue over her ears. We are in the nursery, three kits snuggled beside Swiftspring, suckling her milk. Featherkit, a beautiful silver tabby she-cat, Stormkit, a fluffy grey tom, and Reedkit, a pale brown she-cat just like Gustwish. He would love and care for them forever.
    Swiftspring gazed at him, looking tired, but beaming all the same.
    “I love you.” She whispered.
    “I love you too.” Gustwish answered, purring.
    Gustwish took a deep breath, smiling broadly, the milky scent of the nursery calming him, bringing back memories of when he was a little kit. He had so much love to give. And he would give it all to his new family.
    And turns out, when he told the lie to keep his mate safe- the only thing he feared, was fear itself.

    So you see, Ravenkit. Thunder isn’t that scary. You don’t have to fear it, because you are safe and warm and I will do anything to protect you. The only thing to fear, is fear itself. Remember that, my beautiful kits. Good night. In the morning, the sun will rise, the storm will clear, and everything will be okay.

    The only thing to fear, is fear itself
    -Franklin D. Roosevelt

  • I decided to make a fun warriors fanfiction cause why not. :] So here it is: The prologue of The Prophecy Keeper! I know the prologue doesn’t generally come before the allegiances, but I’m putting the prologue before the alliegances.
    The Prophecy Keeper
    By Fluffpaw
    Prologue: Bleakstem

    Control the living and you control everything- That was the goal. That was the goal that these three cats had died for. But revenge was supposed to be simple. Clean and swift, delivered with no consequences, affecting no one but yourself and those you’d killed. But that wasn’t the world Bleakstem lived in. I can make it that world, She decided fiercely, looking down at the kit she’d orphaned. Now I have to make it that world. When Windclan woke up they were going to be very confused. Bleakstem couldn’t be around when that happened. With a sigh and one last glance at the helpless kit who was completely oblivious to the fact that their parents had just been murdered, Bleakstem’s insubstantial spirit floated through the roof of thorns above her head, vanishing into the sky where the stars were slowly dwindling in the light of the rising sun.
    Abruptly the scenery changed. A dark forest sprung up around Bleakstem as her soul returned to the place of no stars, fungus glowing on dead trunks, the sky above dark and twinkling eerily even though dawn had been breaking in the land of the living.
    “Did all go as planned?” A cold voice drawled, the source leering down at Bleakstem from a gnarled elm.
    “Could you for once look a cat in the eye instead of sneaking up on them, Foxeye?” Bleakstem hissed, not angling her head backwards the tiniest bit as a heavy weight hit the ground behind her.
    “Oh, I could,” The ginger tom answered, light glinting off his one working eye- The other had a long scar running through it. “This way is just more fun. Though I must admit it is slightly more amusing to ambush Fungusstar who, one: Never hears me coming. And, two: Always jumps out of his pelt whenever I do it. Can’t believe the mouseheart is technically in charge here. It would be smarter to just slit his throat instead of letting him believe he’s still in command.”
    You’re one to talk, Bleakstem thought with disgust. If you really think anything we’re doing right now is your idea. Remind me to find a reason to gut you once I’m in charge.
    “Would it be smarter, or just more fun?” Bleakstem scathed.
    “Both,” Foxeye insisted seriously, sitting down next to her, their pelts brushing. Bleakstem subtly edged away. On second thought, I won’t need any reminding whatsoever.
    “My brother is a weak minded fool. He’ll listen to anything Starclan says as long as he doesn’t have to make any actual decisions and gets his moonly supply of catnip,” Foxeye continued. “If I were in charge, Starclan wouldn’t be able to bully us like that. So did everything go as planned?”
    “Yes, it all went as planned,” Bleakstem snapped, frustration at Foxeye boiling over. “Now move your tail or else I’ll slash your one good eye.”
    Foxeye laughed nervously, edging away from Bleakstem and moving his tail, which he had been slowly entwining with hers.
    “Are you playing hard to get or something?” He wondered.
    “I will not even justify that question with a response,” Bleakstem snarled, swiping her unsheathed claws a mouselenght from his muzzle. “Now go.”
    Foxeye briskly obeyed, fleeing the clearing and quickly vanishing from sight in the dense undergrowth.