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  • Chapter 32

    “Lionscar?” Grasspaw called timidly behind him.
    Lionscar turned around. “What is it, Grasspaw?”
    Grasspaw was staring at her paws. “Can we talk?”
    Lionscar nodded, wondering what this was about. “Sure.” He sat down across from her. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
    Grasspaw looked up at him. “You lost your father, right?”
    “Yes.” Lionscar felt a pang of sorrow as he realized he could hardly remember Swiftsnow’s face. “When I was three moons old.”
    Grasspaw blinked. “Do you think that Waspwing is with Nettlecreek right now?”
    Lionscar exhaled heavily. “I do,” he answered truthfully. “Grasspaw, maybe you should talk to Shadowpool about this–”
    “No!” Grasspaw insisted. “I don’t want to worry her. She has enough on her mind, with Waspwing’s death and Owlpaw being sick.”
    Lionscar hesitated. “Okay,” he meowed. “You can talk to me.”
    Grasspaw’s eyes were round. “I miss my brother,” she whispered.
    Lionscar felt a rush of pity for his apprentice. “He died bravely.”
    Grasspaw’s eyes flashed. “He shouldn’t have died at all! Why can’t he be here? It’s not fair.”
    Lionscar shifted closer to her. “It’s not fair,” he agreed. “And trust me, I know how much it hurts to lose someone you love.”
    A single tear fell down Grasspaw’s cheek. “Does it get better?”
    “With time, yes,” Lionscar promised. “But until then, just take things one day at a time. And I will be here for you the whole way.”
    Grasspaw nodded. “Thanks.”
    Lionscar rested his tail on her shoulder. “Anytime.”

    Lionscar dropped into the hunter’s crouch, his limbs shaking from the effort of holding him up. He thought he could smell a squirrel, but he couldn’t see it anywhere.
    “What are you stalking?” Redfall asked him. “There’s nothing here.”
    Lionscar flicked his ears. “A squirrel. Can’t you smell it?”
    Redfall stared at him strangely. “There’s nothing here,” he repeated slowly.
    Lionscar tasted the air again and slouched when he scented nothing except bitter ashes. “I guess I’m so hungry that I’m imagining the scent of prey,” he muttered.
    Redfall sighed. “That’s happened to me a few times,” he admitted, his voice dull. “We need to catch something! Roseberry isn’t far away from giving birth, and she’s starving to death.” He let out a low whimper. “I need to protect her.”
    Lionscar kept trudging through the forest, his pads burning from the frosted ground. “Then we better catch something,” he growled.

    Lionscar let Redfall take the shrew to the nursery for Roseberry. It was tiny and starving itself, but it was food and food was precious. They will try again for better prey tomorrow. Lionscar could go another day without food.
    Izzyheart led her kits out of the nursery. Lionscar watched as she tried to show them around the camp and get them excited. Spottedkit leaned against her sister, Gorsekit. Sootkit’s eyes were glassy, and Gorsekit’s bones stuck out like branches.
    Lionscar shuddered as he looked at the kits’ grotesque features. They all looked like they had a paw in StarClan, not like lively kits who were touring the camp.
    Just then, Gorsekit stumbled and collapsed to the ground, her eyes rolling back into her head. Spottedkit screamed, and Izzyheart let out a thin wail.
    Lionscar dashed over to them. “Someone, get a medicine cat!” he yowled. “What happened?”
    Izzyheart was licking Gorsekit’s fur. “Hold on, darling,” she begged.
    “Get away from her, Izzyheart!” Ambershine ordered. “I need to take her away.”
    Izzyheart’s eyes widened. “She has redcough?” she shrieked. “How?”
    Ambershine shook her head. “I don’t know how she got it, but we have to isolate her.” She picked up the tiny kit. “Lionscar, keep her back!”
    Izzyheart struggled against him. “Let me go!” she snarled, a sob choking her. “I need to see my daughter!”
    Lionscar held her back and closed his eyes. “Izzyheart, I know this is the hardest thing you will ever have to do, but you have to trust Ambershine and Dawnlight. Now Spottedkit and Sootkit need you. Can you stay calm for them until Branchfur comes back from hunting so you
    can figure this out together?”
    Slowly, Izzyheart relaxed against him. “I have to stay strong,” she murmured. “For my kits.”
    Lionscar let out a long breath. “Yes. That’s right.”
    Izzyheart staggered back to her remaining kits. “I can do that.”
    Lionscar watched her go, his heart heavy. What was StarClan doing to them?
    That’s when the snow started.

    Lionscar focused only on putting one paw in front of the other as the Clan marched to ShadeClan for the Gathering. The air was bitterly cold, and his surroundings were blanketed in thick, heavy snow. The blizzard hadn’t stopped in three sunrises. He was so tired and every muscle in his body hurt.
    Dawnlight padded ahead of him, and hope flickered within him. He didn’t know how or why, but he knew that he loved the young medicine cat. But when he thought about that, the guilt he felt was strong enough to make him stagger on his paws. What about Lilywish? a voice in Lionscar’s head chided. She was your mate just three seasons ago. You loved her. And he had. He had loved Lilywish so much. But she was dead, and Lionscar had seasons apon seasons ahead of him. The thought that he would fall in love again had occurred to him once or twice… but he had never thought that it would be with Dawnlight.
    But that was just the way things had turned out.
    And Lionscar knew that Dawnlight loved him back, but she didn’t want to risk anything. She didn’t want to take a chance, to change their destinies. He understood, but it didn’t change how he felt.
    Dawnlight glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment, and Lionscar’s heart skipped a beat. He had to find a way to make her see that they could make it work. Even if they would never be mates, Lionscar couldn’t let her slip away. Dawnlight was still his best friend, and he didn’t want to lose her. He couldn’t lose her. He decided that even if he had to spend the rest of his life silently loving Dawnlight, giving everything to her and receiving nothing in return, it wouldn’t matter. As long as he didn’t let go of the best friend he ever had, he could live with that.
    He would talk to her later. After the Gathering.

    “LakeClan is suffering,” Reedstar mewed heavily. He sounded so sad and tired. “The fire destroyed our forest and camp, and the blizzard made the lake freeze over. We have no way to get prey, and redcough is sweeping through my Clan. I am begging you to help us, please.”
    Lionscar gaped at the LakeClan leader. He didn’t think that things could get any worse for the tiny Clan, but he was proven wrong.
    Nightstar casted an apologetic glance towards Reedstar. “I’m sorry, Reedstar,” she murmured. “But after this Gathering, ShadeClan is closing its borders. Redcough has reached our camp as well, and Heatherthorn and I debated cancelling tonight’s Gathering. I can’t help you.”
    Reedstar gazed hopefully at Dapplestar, but she shook her head. “The only reason I came here tonight was to announce the closing of our borders as well,” she sighed. “I wish I could help but I can’t.”
    That left Needlestar. Lionscar perked his ears to hear what his leader would say.
    Needlestar blinked and looked away. “Redcough has hit us hard, especially with our kits and apprentices. I think it’s best if PineClan closes its borders to prevent the sickness from spreading further.”
    Shock hit Lionscar. Needlestar was closing PineClan’s borders? Wouldn’t it be better if the leaders worked together?
    Reedstar dipped his head, defeated. “Very well,” he said wearily. “I will shut down LakeClan’s borders as well. No one is allowed in, no one is allowed out.”
    As cries broke out in the camp, Lionscar stood in silence, a terrible feeling that this was going to end badly growing inside him.

    The snow fell outside the warrior’s den, covering the night in a heavy blanket of white. Everyone slept around Lionscar, but hunger pains kept him wide awake.
    That was why he saw Dawnlight leave the camp.
    Lionscar rose from his nest, trailing after her. He followed her out of the camp, and she stopped just outside. She looked up, her blue eyes meeting the full moon.
    “Dawnlight?” he called out softly.
    Dawnlight turned around slowly. Snowflakes were drifting onto her pelt, causing it to shimmer. “I knew you’d follow me,” she mewed softly. “You always do.”
    Lionscar padded closer to her, shivering from the cold. “Dawnlight…” he began, but she
    lifted a paw to silence him.
    “Don’t speak,” she murmured. Her eyes met his, and Lionscar felt like he was gazing into the sky.
    Dawnlight hesitantly rested her tail on top of his. She glanced over at him, and rested her head on his shoulder. “Okay,” she whispered, her breath visible in the cold. “We can try to make this work.”
    Lionscar stared at her in surprise, warmth blooming in his chest. “Really?” He paused. He didn’t want to pressure her into this relationship. “You don’t have to do this. You always have a choice,” he reminded her.
    Dawnlight intertwined her tail with his. “I know. I’m choosing you.”

    • WHOOOOO HOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      Okay, sorry about that. I’m just SO happy that they are going to make it work!!!!

      WHOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      Also, I feel so bad for Izzyheart. Though I don’t really like her, I feel so bad. I feel bad about her kits. I feel bad about Gorsekit…poor girl…..

      but……..
      WHOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
      YES!!!!!!

      Okay, I’m done, but I absolutley love this chapter as you can probably see…..

    • *internal screaming: Lion x Lily foreverrrr*
      i have a feeling ambershine and/or needlestar will find out
      I honestly liked it better when they were best friends
      Anyway, nice job! This fanfic is great.

      • Haha I expected this reaction from everyone honestly.

        I’ll tell you a secret: Lion x Lily was wayyy easier to write. Dawnlight and Lionscar’s friendship was super easy to write. Lion x Dawn was very difficult. Therefore, Lion x Lily was my favorite, and I liked Lionscar and Dawnlight as friends.

        But, like I told Briarpaw, this series (there was another book before this about Stormfrost) is the first time I have written fanfic since I was eleven or twelve so I decided to just try writing forbidden romance because I’ve never done it before. It was hard, but fun!

        It’s fun seeing everyone’s reactions to it because before I posted that chapter where Dawnlight realizes she loves Lionscar, I was like oh gosh they’re gonna kill me aren’t they😂

    • They way Lionscar loves Dawnlight is precious. He didn’t try to change Dawnlights mind and just accepted it. He really is a good cat.

      • Thanks! It’s nearing the end! It turned out wayyy longer than I thought it would and I’m hindsight I could have split it into two books, but oh well too late now

    • I love this! I actually have taken a few traits from your charecters and put them in mine so our stories are different, but I think you’re so amazing at writing that I took some inspiration, but it is NOT stealing, I promise. Keep up the most awesome fanfic ever!

      • Aw oh my gosh thank you! And YOUR fanfics are awesome too! (I know you aren’t stealing <3 keep up the good work!)

    • AAAAAAaaaaAaAaAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAHHH! I am so torn! I love Lion x Lily soooooooo much, but I kinda like Dawn x Lion tooooo! 😭😭😭😭

  • This is the first chapter of my fanfiction, it will be improved. Feel free to give tips!
    “Race you up the tree!” Icekit called, scrambling up the tree in the middle of camp.
    “I’ll beat you!” Dewkit replied, clambering to a sturdy branch above her sister.
    Snowkit and Bigkit stared up at them. “Come on!” Snowkit finally cried, jumping up. Bigkit followed, climbing onto the same branch as Dewkit.
    Dewkit felt it sway. “Bigkit, get off,” she whispered, knowing what would happen. The branch creaked.
    It creaked even more.
    And then it cracked.
    Dewkit felt herself falling, and then pain raced up her hind leg. She dimly heard Icekit’s voice, urging her to get up, and Bigkit rushing off to find their mother, Sheepface.
    Exhausted, she let darkness swallow her.
    (this chapter isn’t finished)

  • Here are the allegiances for my book NEWCOMER
    STORMCLAN
    Leader Foxstar- geinger she-cat with white tip of tail and paws.
    Previous names, Foxkit, Foxpaw, Foxcloud,

    Deputy Gloomyfur- dark gray tabby tom, dark green eyes

    Medicine cat Pebblepath- white she-cat with grey spots, deep blue eyes

    Warriors
    Flowerstripe- grey tabby she cat with white tip of tail white.
    apprentice- Adderpaw
    Suncliff- golden tom, white chest fur, green eyes.
    apprentice- Tawnypaw
    Amberstrike- Orange tabby tom, deep blue eyes
    Littlewing- tortoiseshell she-cat with white chest fur and
    legs. light blue eyes
    apprentice- Duskpaw
    Streamhop- gray-blue she-cat, green eyes
    Barktail- Light brown tabby tom. green eyes
    apprentice- Mudpaw
    Palewish- light gray tabby she-cat, Bright blue eyes

    Queens
    Ivycloud- beutiful white she cat with brown stripes. Mother
    to Foggykit, sorrelkit fernkit

    Elders
    Stonestep- gray tom oldest cat in stormclan.
    Leaftail- calico cat. formerly a medicine cat

    Apprentices
    Mudpaw- dark brown she-cat
    adderpaw- black and white tom
    Tawnypaw- tawny she-cat
    Duskpaw- Orange tom brown flecks

    BARKCLAN

    Leader Freacklestar- Unusually freckled tom.
    Previous name- Frecklekit, Frecklepaw, Frecklestorm

    Deputy Morningwish- White she-cat brown stripes.

    Medicine cat Icewind- Pure white tom. Morningwish’s brother

    Warriors
    Blackstream- jet black tom blue eyes.
    apprentice- Willowpaw
    Dawnfeather- orange tabby she-cat white chest fur
    apprentice- thornpaw
    Crowstripe- Black tom with unusual white stripe on rigth
    front leg
    Lilytrail- beautiful gray she-cat hazel eyes
    apprentice- harepaw
    Bramblesong- Brown tabby she-cat

    Queens Shimmerpool- Gray she-cat Mother to Mistkit, smudgekit

    Elder
    Skyfern- white she-cat sister to cloudbreeze
    Cloudbreeze- Pure white tom brother to skyfern

    apprentices
    Harepaw- Long legged gray tom
    Thornpaw- Brown tom with spiky tail
    Willowpaw- gray tabby she-cat

    That’s all I can think of for now I will be adding other clan but I don’t know who to put in them and what to call them. if you have any suggestions tell me 😉

  • Here’s the first chapter of The Prophecy Keeper! 😀 Starts with a Fernpaw flashback! What do you think of Fernpaw, Maplewind, and Stickflight? (Yes I said Maplewind. No, it is not a different Maplewind from the one in the Bleakstem flashback. By the way do you want to meet Fungusstar?)
    “Stickflight?” Fernkit asked, poking their head out of the nursery.
    “What’s up, Fernkit?” The tabby tom asked distractedly, not looking up from the patch of herbs he was trying and failing to grow in the bright sunlight next to the fresh kill pile.
    “Whya won’t Mom and Dad wake up?”
    “Uhhhh, I dunno?” Stickflight answered. “Try poking them?” He flicked his tail in irritation as another clump of marigold came out of the ground shriveled and dry. “Wait wait no no don’t do that!” He corrected himself as Fernkit vanished back inside the nursery. “They won’t like it… Well just don’t tell them it was my idea! Sometimes my ideas are dumb!”
    Fernkit came toddling back out of the nursery.
    “They stiiiiiiill won’t wake up.”
    Stickflight cocked his head, giving up on the wilting herb garden.
    “Gee, I dunno Fernkit. Maybe they’re just sleepy this morning.” He glanced in Leopardsong’s direction as she gracefully leaped up onto the highrock.
    “Heathersong, Gorseflame, and Streamshadow, report for dawn patrol!” She announced. Only Streamshadow appeared beneath the highrock, Gorseflame and Heathersong still asleep in the nursery and warrior’s den.
    “Now they’ll have to wake up,” Stickflight muttered, turning his attention back to his dying garden as Leopardsong stalked over to the warrior’s den.
    “Gorseflight, wake up!” She demanded. “You’re wanted on dawn patrol!” She sighed as no one answered, walking inside and immediately backing out, tail visibly fluffing up and ears pinning back.
    “Great Starclan, he’s dead!” She exclaimed.
    “He’s WHAT?!” Newtstar yowled, dashing into the den to confirm the morbid truth before immediately coming back out again, head hung low.
    “Leopardsong, would you check on Heathersong to see if…” Newtstar trailed off. “Sandstorm, go tell Pearstorm, I haven’t seen xem out of xyr den yet this morning.”
    Fernkit turned to Stickflight, their eyes wide.
    “Dad is… dead?”
    “I, er,” Stickflight stammered. “Yes. No. I mean yes, I guess, but no…” He stopped talking before he could mangle his sentences any more than he already had, padding over to Fernkit and Curling his tail protectively around them.
    “I’m so sorry,” He mewed. “Gorseflame is dead.”
    “But why?” Fernkit sobbed. “Why does he have to be dead?”
    “I-I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know,” Stickflight stammered. “I’m sure Newtstar will tell us unless we don’t want to know in which case he won’t tell us and it will be for the best because that will mean we don’t want to know. He’s with Starclan now.” He averted his gaze from Fernkit’s, unable to look into their sad green depths any longer. Leopardsong and Sandstorm returning from their various tasks to meet Newtstar beneath the highrock gave him something else to look at. He couldn’t help overhearing what the grim faced cats said.
    “You’re about to tell me they’re both dead, aren’t you?” Newtstar asked numbly. Neither of them denied it. With a sigh, he leapt onto the highrock.
    “Stickflight, would you mind taking Fernkit out of camp for a moment? I’ll disclose the details to you later.”
    “No,” Fernkit declared. “I. Want. To. Know. What. Happened. Quit treating me like a kit.”
    “No you don’t, and you are a kit.” Stickflight told them softly, gently lifting the struggling kit by the scruff and taking them out of camp.
    “No! I wanna know!” Fernkit wailed.
    ***
    Gorseflame and Heathersong had been poisoned, and Pearstorm’s throat had been slit. Fernpaw knew that now. It seemed the assassin had spared them the trauma of seeing blood still oozing out of their parent’s necks when they woke up. Fernpaw didn’t know whether this made them hate the murderer less or more.
    “Fernpaw, have you seen the borage?” Stickflight wondered. “I seem to have, er, misplaced it again…,”
    “You didn’t misplace it,” Fernpaw called tartly back into the depths of the medicine den. “We ran out yesterday.”
    “Oh. Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Because you’re supposed to tell your apprentice those sorts of things, not the other way around!”
    “Well, uh, I guess I forgot! Or just didn’t notice we ran out of borage… Could you go collect some?”
    “On it,” Fernpaw muttered. They had liked Stickflight as a kit, but having to be his apprentice was chaos. The only reason he was medicine cat was because Pearstorm hadn’t had an apprentice when xe had been murdered and he had been elected as he had almost decided to be a medicine cat before becoming a warrior and knew more about herbs than most of them. However, they had not considered the pain in the tail it would cause for his apprentice.
    The open moor was Fernpaw’s favorite place, which was lucky as almost all of Windclan’s territory was open moor. They didn’t understand how the other clans could stand living under trees. On the moor, there was nothing between you and the sky except for the occasional clump of short-growing heather. You could run forever without smashing your face on a tree trunk. And any herbs weren’t hiding in the shadows of bigger trees, they were growing out in the open practically begging you to pick them. Fernpaw gathered goldenrod and marigold, as they were also running low on those and Stickflight had neglected to notice that.
    “Are you going to tell me who did it?” They asked when they felt a familiar presence behind them. They asked that question exactly once per day. They would ask that question until Maplewind pointed them to their parents’ assassin.
    “Not yet,” Maplewind answered, a starry pelt of ginger flame and creamy white materializing beside Fernpaw. “Not until you’re ready.” She had given that answer exactly once per day. And she would give that answer for Starclan knew how long.
    “Right,” Fernpaw muttered, averting their gaze to snag a clump of burdock root. You could never have too much of that. Once they would have torn up the grass and hissed at Maplewind’s response. Now they were used to it.
    “So what all did Stickflight forget to do today?” It was another popular conversation starter with Maplewind.
    “He forgot we ran out of borage. Starclan knows how many other things.”
    “Actually we have no idea how many things he forgot today.” Maplewind deadpanned. “We haven’t exactly been keeping track lately. We’ve had more important things to worry about.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like the prophecy I’m about to give you. We’d have given to Stickflight, but he’d probably just forget about it.”
    Fernpaw stopped in their tracks.
    “A prophecy?”
    Maplewind sat down and neatly curled her tail around her paws, sunlight glinting off the waveless lakes of her eyes, and Fernpaw could practically feel the dramatic prophecy coming.
    “Y’know what I don’t know why everyone thinks we must always speak in cryptic riddles no one understands until after they come true so I’m just gonna tell you,” Maplewind decided, abruptly breaking the spell. “There’s a plague coming- a bad one. The clans are going to have to relocate for a while if you’re going to survive it. We think that we might be able to make an antidote given time, but until then you need to move. Follow the rising sun. Do not follow the setting sun or else you’ll end up in a cave with a mystical badger who won’t be helpful because anything she can tell you I’ve already told you.”
    “A plague?” Asked Fernpaw, alarmed. “What sort of plague?”
    “It makes cats go crazy,” Maplewind warned. “They go insane and then they die. It is transmitted by bite.” Maplewind began to fade. “And Fernpaw… If anyone develops a mysterious irrational fear of water… you have to kill them.”
    (Ruh roh! :O )

  • My entry for Lilypaw’s contest! 😀 It’s about Shrewpaw

    I’m hunting. Hunger is clawing my belly like sharp thorns. But I need to feed the Clans first. The destruction of the forest has begun. The twoleg monsters came, ripping apart the trees that make my home, and it feels like they are tearing apart my Clan and my soul as well. I want to help. I want to stop them, and fight them, and claw them-but the only thing I can do right now is hunt, and keep my Clan healthy. It’s been days since they had a good meal, and I promise to StarClan that I will not go back to her temporary camp at sunningrocks without a big piece of prey.
    I creep slowly through the undergrowth, my mentor, Thornclaw, watching me.
    I open my mouth a drink in the scent of the thinning forest. Prey! It’s not long before I hold a vole in my jaws, and though it’s not big, it will fill the bellies of my Clan well. I’ll take it to my mother when we get home! Maybe if I catch another piece of prey, I could share it with Squirrelpaw, and then we could share tongues! Together.
    “Why is your face flushed? Do you need a break?” Thornclaw’s voice seems to come from far away, but it wakes me up from my day dream.
    “No, Thornclaw. I was just a bit hot, from the running. I’m better now.” Slightly embarrassed, I pick up the vole. But suddenly, a brilliant scent hits my nose. Thornclaw hasn’t noticed it yet. Maybe I should go get it! Excitement tingles in my paws. I drop the vole at my mentor’s paws, and dart off, drinking in the scent as I sprint through the forest. And it’s there. It’s huge, and plump, and healthy. It’s almost bigger then I am! A pheasant was walking, right there, right in front of my nose! If I could get it, that would feed the Clan for a week! Then we would not be hungry, and I could see my Clanmates smile, when they had not smiled for so long! If I could get it, then everything would be alright, for the time being, at least. I dropped into the hunters crouch, my stomach churning with anxiety. What if I miss it? Or do something wrong, and it flies away? I would never ever forgive myself. Perfect. Dappled sunlight warms my back, but the shade of the oak trees hide me from sight. And I pounce! I’m going to get it, I’m sure of it!
    But the pheasant notices me a moment too soon, with a squawk, it flaps it’s wings, and I chase after it, the forest a blur around me. I’m only concentrating on the prey. I can hear nothing, I can see nothing but the pheasant, and I’ve nearly caught it- if I take one leap then I’ll have it! I feel joy sweeping over me, joy that I’m about to catch the prey that will keep my family and my Clan alive- and then nothing.

  • (reposting because I think it got buried and I really like the next few chapters and want to post them 😛 also I don’t even remember what Turtle’s cannon appearance is but in my head he’s a pale purple tabby wearing a dark green turtleneck sweater. It makes no sense, but I can’t shake it.)

    Of Shattered Stars—Chapter 3 (Thunder + Ashfur)

    Bumble crouched, her hindquarters wiggling in the air behind her as she stalked slowly closer to her prey. Her fluffy golden kitten fur stood out against the cool sea of green grass, but she had no doubt that her skills were more than enough to make up for that.
    With a ferocious yowl, she lunged, her tiny claws tearing the delicate petals of the doomed daffodil into a pile of crumpled shreds. “Take that, you mousebrained fish eater,” she growled. A blade of grass dared to stab at her chin, and, with another battle cry, she tore it from its roots and gave it a thorough chewing.
    “Bumble said mousebrain!” a squeaky voice chirped, and the young yellow tabby’s fur bristled up into a sunny cloud of distress as a pair of large paws blocked her view of the rest of the flower bed.
    “I did not, Robert is a liar!” she objected, following the paws up to the face of her father’s stern face. Nervously, she gnawed at another blade of grass, eyeing him hesitantly. She didn’t understand why her brother had to be such a spoilsport, especially since she’d heard him say foxdung the last time Scone had shoved him in the mud.
    Turtle lowered his head down, his huge chin brushing his daughter’s ears as he scooped her up by her scruff, and set her back down on her paws. “Y’know what I’m going to say, Bumble?” he prompted, gentle but still stern.
    “No swearing at the flowers?” Bumble muttered, more indignant than ashamed.
    “No swearing at the flowers,” Turtle confirmed, shaking his head slightly. “Your pop’s a bad influence.”
    “Pop’s a great influence,” she objected, brightening at the mention of her other father. He wouldn’t have yelled at her for swearing at the flowers, especially not when the tulips had definitely deserved it.
    “Hmmm,” Turtle murmured, ducking down the lick down a bit of fur on the top of her head. “Well, you’ve gotten dirt in your fur again. You’re going to need-”
    “No, no, no! I don’t need another bath!” Bumble objected, scrambling away. Around Turtle’s huge tabby form, she could see her brother, Robert, wearing a particularly smug expression. “Why do we have to be clean today anyway?”
    “Yeah, what’re we doing out here anyway?” Scone complained, poking her brown, ginger, and white head around Turtle. She gestured around at the garden, scowling. “It’s chilly today. I want to go back inside.”
    Turtle grimaced slightly, and glanced away. “It’s nice out.”
    “Daddy’s making his lying face,” Bumble whispered loudly, grinning as her siblings scuttled over to peer critically up at their father.
    “Yep,” Scone agreed, nodding wisely. “That’s the lying face.”
    “Bad Daddy,” Robert scolded.
    “I,” Turtle said, the corners of his mouth twitching up disobediently, “Most certainly do not have a lying face.”
    “You most certainly do, you scheming foxheart,” a voice called, a voice that made Bumble’s heart soar higher than any bird could ever go. Turtle gave up his failing attempt at a straight face, and grinned.
    “Pop!!” all three kits squealed in synchronous, all bearing identical grins to Turtle.
    “We talked about this, Lizzardsight,” Turtle purred, leaning over to brush his head against his mate’s, “They repeat every single word you say, especially the insults.”
    Lizzardsight smirked, giving Turtle a light tap on the nose with his paw before spinning around to face his kits.
    Lizzardsight had the most spectacular eyes that Bumble had ever seen, and she always wished that she had the same ones as him. They were yellow, like plenty of cats, but with flecks of darker streaks that made them look like, well, lizard eyes. “How’re my little warriors?” he purred, flopping down on the flowerbed beside them, with a goofy grin Bumble saw all too infrequently.
    “Tell us about Shadowclan!” Scone demanded, clambering onto his head and peering down at his face from above. “Did you end up fighting the fishclan like you said you were going to last quarter moon?”
    Bumble squirmed over, settling herself between Lizzardsight’s paws as Robert sat primly down beside her, his tail draped neatly over his paws. Turtle tucked himself up against Lizzardsight’s side, still wearing the same goofy grin.
    Even though she only saw him four times a moon, Lizzardsight was probably her favorite cat ever. And even though she knew he loved all the others, Bumble was pretty sure she was his favorite too.

    “Mousedung,” Bumble growled, irritable detangling herself from the tulips as she struggled after Scone. Technically speaking, they weren’t supposed to be out at night, but with the half moon shining bright up above it wasn’t all that dark. Scone’s reasoning was that if they could still see, it didn’t really count as night, and Turtle wouldn’t mind.
    Not that they were kits anymore, no matter how her father seemed to act, but Bumble didn’t mind Turtle’s fussing. If Robert or Scone strayed too far into the forest, they might not come back, and Bumble never wanted her siblings to leave her.
    “Are you sure you heard a noise?” Bumble asked, darting after her sister. She couldn’t see out beyond the garden, which contained only its usual assortment of flowers, but even so she shifted so that she was in front of Scone. If there was something out and about, Bumble planned on being the first to give it a clawing.
    “I’m sure,” Scone grumbled, shooting her an irritable look. “But keep your voice down, Robert will hear you.”
    Robert, of course, was not invited, given that he was a perpetual spoilsport and prone to tattling even in adulthood. He had the bravery of a mouse and the ears of a bat.
    “Well, there’s nothing here,” Bumble said, gesturing at the flowers. Scone shook her head, checking under a leafy bush as if there might be a cat or a badger hidden in its greenery.
    Then, as if intent on undermining her, a shrill shriek split the air. In front of her, Bumble saw Scone’s fur fluff with fear, but she forced her own to remain flat. “That’s a cat,” she whispered, shifting closer to the garden entrance. “Someone’s in trouble.”
    “We can’t go-” Scone began to say, but Bumble was already slipping under the garden’s metal gate, ignoring the rough scrape of the gravel beneath her belly. Without waiting to see if Scone would follow, she bolted out into the forest.
    The scent hit her almost immediately, as bold and loud as a bright color or the scream she was following.
    Shadowclan.
    Turtle said it wasn’t safe in the forest. The few times he’d taken them out of the garden, he’d led them to the scent line as if being smelly made the clan cats more intimidating. But, really, the only thing the scent made her think of was Lizzardsight.
    She was painfully aware of how loud her paws were, each step seeming to land in a nest of brittle, cracking twigs. The forest itself had gone silent, with even the crickets having fled.
    She sniffed the air, recoiling slightly at the heavy, metallic smell of blood in the air. She considered calling out to the cat, but while she needed to find whoever was hurt, she didn’t feel the same about whoevers claws had inflicted the damage.
    Careful, she crept onwards, squinting against the darkness as the trees blocked the moon’s light from reaching the forest floor. It had been ages since she’d been this far from home, but despite the icy fear prickling her pelt, she was not afraid of the forest itself. It was like it was welcoming her home, not luring her into a trap.
    Suddenly, her paw brushed something soft, warm, and sticky. Slowly, Bumble looked down, already knowing what she was going to find.
    The tom beside her, his pitch black fur nearly invisible in the shadows, was completely soaked with his own blood. Bumble sniffed at him, the scent of mint tickling her nose.
    Mint? For the briefest moment she was confused, until she remembered something that Lizzardsight had told her several seasons ago. When someone was up to no good, for instance, Lizzardsight himself, they rolled around in a patch of mint to hide their scent.
    Meaning not only did someone kill this cat, but they’d planned to do it ahead of time. With a jolt of fear, Bumble peered at the trees around her, no longer feeling so friendly about the forest. What murderer was it hiding within its depths?
    She needed to go, but it didn’t feel right to leave the Shadowclan tom outside alone for the badgers, especially not when she’d left the safety of her home just to help him. With a grunt, Bumble snagged his soggy scruff, gagging at the salty taste that instantly flooded her mouth. She braised her paws against the ground, and pulled, starting the long journey home.

    “Bumble! Oh, thank goodness,” Turtle yelped, slipping under the gate the moment the house came into view. He bolted to her side, then stiffened at the sight of the corpse she was dragging behind her. “Mousedung,” he murmured, his eyes wide with terror.
    “No swearing,” Robert chided from behind him, then fell silent as he too spotted Bumble’s new companion.
    “This is a swear worthy moment,” Turtle muttered, rocking uneasily on his paws and looking a little sick. “Bumble, where did you find him? Did you go out in the forest? Alone? Are you okay?”
    “Yeah,” she said distractedly, waving away his concerned sniff with a blood soaked paw. “It’s all his blood, I’m fine. He was fighting someone out there, though,” she added, glancing over her shoulder in the direction she’d come from.
    “What’re we going to do with him?” Bumble wondered out loud.
    “Bury him?” Turtle suggested, with an uneasy shrug. “I don’t see what else we can do.”
    “We should take him back to his clanmates,” Scone objected, staring sadly down at the dead tom. “They’re probably worried about him. It’s the least we can do.”
    “No,” Turtle objected, shaking his head wildly. Robert looked equally concerned, but Scone exchanged a long glance with Bumble.
    This cat had been a clan cat, just like Lizzardsight. A noble warrior, a brave soul caught unaware in some sort of ambush. If it were Bumble laying there, limp and bleeding, she’d at least want the comfort of knowing that she’d be going home one last time.
    “Absolutely not,” Turtle continued, his voice growing hard with fear driven anger, “I forbid it. Those cats don’t like kittypets, you know. And what if they think we’re the ones that killed him? Plus, whatever did this is still out there. It’s not safe.”
    Bumble gazed down at the black cat, then back at Turtle. “What if Lizzardsight knew this guy, Dad?” she murmured, shaking her head slightly. “What if this was his brother or something.”
    “He didn’t have any brothers,” Turtle growled, still shaking his head.
    “That’s beside the point. We have to take him back.”
    Turtle hesitated, eyeing the looming forest. Then, slowly, he gave a single nod. “Alright, but we’ll all go together, and certainly not until it’s light. I’m not trusting those cats with any more of my family.”

    • have i told you how much i adore the way you characterize?? <3

    • Amazing! I love the names you chose for the kits!

    • I have no idea why, but I seriously imagine Turtle having an Australian accent. 😛
      The Schuyler Sisters

      • I approve 😛 Turtle can be a purple, turtle neck sweater wearing Australian cat.

    • Oh my gosh I love the family dynamic going on here!

      Question: so with the other two chapters, Valleystep and Stormflight both were referred to by they/them. I assumed this was because it was two souls in one body, but Bumble was referred to by she/her. So do Valleystep and Stormflight both use they/them pronouns?

      Anyway I love this fanfic so far and I can’t wait for the next chapter!

      • Thank you, I love writing family dynamics 😀

        The soul body ratio doesn’t really affect their genders, but I can see why that would make sense as well. Valleystep and Stormflight are both non-binary and use they/them pronouns, Bumble & Orchidpaw (who we haven’t met yet) are both girls and use she/her, and Elm (also haven’t met yet) is a guy and uses he/him pronouns.

  • Chapter one of NEWCOMER. again tell me what you think. I had to repost chapter 1 because it never got approved

    Chapter 1

    Adderpaw crept closer and closer. he was stalking a thrush. Suddenly a twig snapped under his paw and the thrush flew away. “Fox dung” he muttered. he pointed his muzzle to the sky trying to catch scents of prey then he spotted it. A mouse! instantly Adderpaw dropped into his hunting crouch and stalked the mouse. suddenly rustling came from a near and Mudpaw burst in from under it. Adderpaw let out a hiss as the mouse scurried away. he turned and faced Mudpaw “I would have had that mouse if it wasn’t for you” he snapped. His green eyes blazing with fury and his black and white fur bristling. “sorry Adderpaw, We need you in camp NOW,” said Mudpaw her eyes clouded with worry. “What’s wrong?” asked Adderpaw. “I don’t have time to tell you we need to go to camp now.” snapped Mudpaw. the two apprentices rased to the camp. Adderpaw could smell Barkclan along with his clanmates. Battle cries split the air as both clans battled. he quickly scurried into the tunnel that led to his camp and threw himself into battle. Mudpaw quickly followed. Adderpaw felt something land on his back. he quickly slipped from under it. he saw it was Harepaw. Adderpaw made a massive leap but harepaw quickly dogged him, making adderpaw land on the hard stone of the clearing. Harepaw landed a well-aimed blow at adderpaw’s ear making it bleed. adderpaw quickly jumped forward and landed a blow on harepaws muzzle making it bleed. he quickly snaked around Harepaw and landed a well-aimed blow on Harepaw’s shoulder. making him stagger backwards. Harepaw slipped under adderpaw’s belly and clawed at it with his hind paws, then landing a powerful blow on adderpaw’s hindleg making him lose his balance and fall. he quickly jumped on top of adderpaw. and raked his claws across his back. adderpaw quickly turned around and raked his hind paws across his belly then slithered from under him and bit down on his front leg making it bleed. then he jumped on him and raked his claws across his flank. harepaw kicked adderpaw away and turned tail and ran, his grey pelt scratched and ruffled from the battle. “That’ll teach you not to mess with storm clan” Meowed adderpaw as harepaw scurried into the tunnel and disappeared. adderpaw turned around and saw Mudpaw fighting a black barkclan warrior two times her size. Adderpaw quickly ran over to her and jumped on top of the black cat while Mudpaw gave him several strong blows to the muzzle. the black cat shook Adderpaw away which sent him flying he landed with a loud thud but quickly got to his paws and launched himself back onto the black tom this time he raked his claws across the toms back until they started bleeding then he bit down hard on his ear which sent them bleeding while Mudpaw slid under the tom and started clawing at his belly and his flank. the black tom knocked bot Adderpaw and Mudpaw and scurried away. soon all the barkclan cats fled with scars that they will remember. Adderpaw sat beside Mudpaw. “Thanks for helping me against darkstream.” she said as she glanced over at his scars. “you might want to see Pebblepath for those wounds.” she continued. “No, other cats need her more than me,” he said as he started grooming his ruffled fur. “I’ll get us some fresh kill,” said Mudpaw. Adderpaw watched as she padded over to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a fat Squirrel. then padded back to adderpaw. They both devoured the squirrel with a few swift bites. then Pebblepath came up to them. “My den NOW” she ordered. Adderpaw glanced over to mudpaw and started walking behind pebblepath. “I’m going to get you some cobwebs for your ear and your shoulder other than that you’re ready to go.” meowed Pebblepath as she padded into a tunnel that led to her herb storage. she quickly returned with a pawful of cobwebs and carefully placed them on adderpaw’s wounds. His mentor Flowerstripe was standing outside. “MY WARRIOR CEREMONY TOMORROW!!!!!” Adderpaw asked excitedly. half not believing what he just heard. “yes, you fought well in today’s battle. and you already passed your hunting assessment so you are ready to become a warrior. I already talked to Hawkstar” Said Flowerstripe.

    *******************

    “May all cats old enough to navigate the tunnels Gather here beneath the boulder for a clan meeting” Meowed a ginger she-cat. Slowly all the cats in Stormclan were sitting in the clearing, and the ginger cat continued. “Today Three cats are ready to become Warriors, Adderpaw, Tawnypaw and Mudpaw.” meowed the ginger cat. the three cats stepped forward their pelts well-groomed, their eyes shining with excitement. “you three have worked hard to learn the warrior code and it is your time to become warriors, Adderpaw, Tawnypaw, Mudpaw. Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect your clan even at the cost of your life?” Meowed the ginger cat. “we do” Meowed the three apprentices. “The I Foxstar leader of Stormclan give you your warrior names. From this moment on you shall be known As Adderbite, Tawnycreek and Mudleap. Starclan honours your courage and determination and we welcome you as full warriors of stormclan.” “Adderbite, Tawnycreek, Mudleap” chanted the clan. But amidst the chanting, everyone missed the smell of something near the entrance tunnel.

  • I think that chapter one of The Prophecy Keeper may perhaps have been buried so I shall repost. :] What do you think of Bleakstem, Foxeye, Fernpaw, Maplewind, and Stickflight? Do you want to meet Funngusstar?
    “Stickflight?” Fernkit asked, poking their head out of the nursery.
    “What’s up, Fernkit?” The tabby tom asked distractedly, not looking up from the patch of herbs he was trying and failing to grow in the bright sunlight next to the fresh kill pile.
    “Whya won’t Mom and Dad wake up?”
    “Uhhhh, I dunno?” Stickflight answered. “Try poking them?” He flicked his tail in irritation as another clump of marigold came out of the ground shriveled and dry. “Wait wait no no don’t do that!” He corrected himself as Fernkit vanished back inside the nursery. “They won’t like it… Well just don’t tell them it was my idea! Sometimes my ideas are dumb!”
    Fernkit came toddling back out of the nursery.
    “They stiiiiiiill won’t wake up.”
    Stickflight cocked his head, giving up on the wilting herb garden.
    “Gee, I dunno Fernkit. Maybe they’re just sleepy this morning.” He glanced in Leopardsong’s direction as she gracefully leaped up onto the highrock.
    “Heathersong, Gorseflame, and Streamshadow, report for dawn patrol!” She announced. Only Streamshadow appeared beneath the highrock, Gorseflame and Heathersong still asleep in the nursery and warrior’s den.
    “Now they’ll have to wake up,” Stickflight muttered, turning his attention back to his dying garden as Leopardsong stalked over to the warrior’s den.
    “Gorseflight, wake up!” She demanded. “You’re wanted on dawn patrol!” She sighed as no one answered, walking inside and immediately backing out, tail visibly fluffing up and ears pinning back.
    “Great Starclan, he’s dead!” She exclaimed.
    “He’s WHAT?!” Newtstar yowled, dashing into the den to confirm the morbid truth before immediately coming back out again, head hung low.
    “Leopardsong, would you check on Heathersong to see if…” Newtstar trailed off. “Sandstorm, go tell Pearstorm, I haven’t seen xem out of xyr den yet this morning.”
    Fernkit turned to Stickflight, their eyes wide.
    “Dad is… dead?”
    “I, er,” Stickflight stammered. “Yes. No. I mean yes, I guess, but no…” He stopped talking before he could mangle his sentences any more than he already had, padding over to Fernkit and Curling his tail protectively around them.
    “I’m so sorry,” He mewed. “Gorseflame is dead.”
    “But why?” Fernkit sobbed. “Why does he have to be dead?”
    “I-I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know,” Stickflight stammered. “I’m sure Newtstar will tell us unless we don’t want to know in which case he won’t tell us and it will be for the best because that will mean we don’t want to know. He’s with Starclan now.” He averted his gaze from Fernkit’s, unable to look into their sad green depths any longer. Leopardsong and Sandstorm returning from their various tasks to meet Newtstar beneath the highrock gave him something else to look at. He couldn’t help overhearing what the grim faced cats said.
    “You’re about to tell me they’re both dead, aren’t you?” Newtstar asked numbly. Neither of them denied it. With a sigh, he leapt onto the highrock.
    “Stickflight, would you mind taking Fernkit out of camp for a moment? I’ll disclose the details to you later.”
    “No,” Fernkit declared. “I. Want. To. Know. What. Happened. Quit treating me like a kit.”
    “No you don’t, and you are a kit.” Stickflight told them softly, gently lifting the struggling kit by the scruff and taking them out of camp.
    “No! I wanna know!” Fernkit wailed.
    ***
    Gorseflame and Heathersong had been poisoned, and Pearstorm’s throat had been slit. Fernpaw knew that now. It seemed the assassin had spared them the trauma of seeing blood still oozing out of their parent’s necks when they woke up. Fernpaw didn’t know whether this made them hate the murderer less or more.
    “Fernpaw, have you seen the borage?” Stickflight wondered. “I seem to have, er, misplaced it again…,”
    “You didn’t misplace it,” Fernpaw called tartly back into the depths of the medicine den. “We ran out yesterday.”
    “Oh. Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Because you’re supposed to tell your apprentice those sorts of things, not the other way around!”
    “Well, uh, I guess I forgot! Or just didn’t notice we ran out of borage… Could you go collect some?”
    “On it,” Fernpaw muttered. They had liked Stickflight as a kit, but having to be his apprentice was chaos. The only reason he was medicine cat was because Pearstorm hadn’t had an apprentice when xe had been murdered and he had been elected as he had almost decided to be a medicine cat before becoming a warrior and knew more about herbs than most of them. However, they had not considered the pain in the tail it would cause for his apprentice.
    The open moor was Fernpaw’s favorite place, which was lucky as almost all of Windclan’s territory was open moor. They didn’t understand how the other clans could stand living under trees. On the moor, there was nothing between you and the sky except for the occasional clump of short growing heather. You could run forever without smashing your face on a tree trunk. And any herbs weren’t hiding in the shadows of bigger trees, they were growing out in the open practically begging you to pick them. Fernpaw gathered goldenrod and marigold, as they were also running low on those and Stickflight had neglected to notice that.
    “Are you going to tell me who did it?” They asked when they felt a familiar presence behind them. They asked that question exactly once per day. They would ask that question until Maplewind pointed them to their parents’ assassin.
    “Not yet,” Maplewind answered, a starry pelt of ginger flame and creamy white materializing beside Fernpaw. “Not until you’re ready.” She had given that answer exactly once per day. And she would give that answer for Starclan knew how long.
    “Right,” Fernpaw muttered, averting their gaze to snag a clump of burdock root. You could never have too much of that. Once they would have torn up the grass and hissed at Maplewind’s response. Now they were used to it.
    “So what all did Stickflight forget to do today?” It was another popular conversation starter with Maplewind.
    “He forgot we ran out of borage. Starclan knows how many other things.”
    “Actually we have no idea how many things he forgot today.” Maplewind deadpanned. “We haven’t exactly been keeping track lately. We’ve had more important things to worry about.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like the prophecy I’m about to give you. We’d have given to Stickflight, but he’d probably just forget about it.”
    Fernpaw stopped in their tracks.
    “A prophecy?”
    Maplewind sat down and neatly curled her tail around her paws, sunlight glinting off the waveless lakes of her eyes, and Fernpaw could practically feel the dramatic prophecy coming.
    “Y’know what I don’t know why everyone thinks we must always speak in cryptic riddles no one understands until after they come true so I’m just gonna tell you,” Maplewind decided, abruptly breaking the spell. “There’s a plague coming- a bad one. The clans are going to have to relocate for a while if you’re going to survive it. We think that we might be able to make an antidote given time, but until then you need to move. Follow the rising sun. Do not follow the setting sun or else you’ll end up in a cave with a mystical badger who won’t be helpful because anything she can tell you I’ve already told you.”
    “A plague?” Asked Fernpaw, alarmed. “What sort of plague?”
    “It makes cats go crazy,” Maplewind warned. “They go insane and then they die. It is transmitted by bite.” Maplewind began to fade. “And Fernpaw.. If anyone develops a mysterious irrational fear of water… you have to kill them.”

  • A medicine cat-Quailflash.

    A warrior-me.

    You’d never think the two of us would break the code so much we get killed. But it happened, and you’re going to want to listen carefully,dear apprentices.

    I thought I’d live an average life as a warrior. Fight for my clan,mentor one or two cats,even take a mate and have kits if I was lucky. It all turned upside down when I fell out of that tree.

    The giant sycamore. Also known as death wish tree by a morbid few,as attempting to climb to the top was considered suicide. But being idiotic,restless apprentices my friends and I decided to try.

    It was me,Icepaw,Molepaw,and Thornpaw. Molepaw was the one who came up with the dare. Icepaw didn’t want to do it,and while we didn’t make him,the names we called him were something else. It wasn’t a very healthy friendship,mind you.

    So up death wish tree we went. Thornpaw didn’t get very far,there were no branches close enough for him to jump to,and he didn’t want to fall. Climbing was never his strong-suit…

    Anyway,Molepaw and I kept going,telling Thornpaw that we would help him down on the way back. I don’t remember how far the two of us went,but I do remember that at one point I made a mistake.

    A branch was above me,higher than the others I had gotten to. I still thought I could reach it,but-as you can assume by my tone of voice-I couldn’t. My claws barely hooked the bark,and for a few,horrible seconds,I hung there,shouting for Molepaw.

    He didn’t come and help me,didn’t respond. Well,he might have said something,but the blood in my ears was roaring so loud I probably wouldn’t have heard. Either way,Molepaw didn’t do anything,and my claws couldn’t support my weight any longer,so I dropped.

    It felt like that time in the air lasted days,but in reality it was likely less than thirty seconds. I hit other branches,tried to grab a few of them,wailed like a kit torn from it’s mother,before eventually hitting the ground with such force I was knocked out.

    I have bits and pieces of the moments between me passing out and waking up in the medicine den stuck in my mind,but I can’t put them together. There’s flashes of Icepaw screaming, memories of the searing,blinding pain that pierced my head,even fragments of my mother’s soothing voice telling me that I would be okay,that everything would be alright.

    Besides that,it’s pure blankness on my side. Of course others described things to me,but their recountings are all different,all told from their perspective,all holding biases and made up ideas and half-truths.

    Thornpaw said he helped get me back to camp and stayed with me overnight,while Molepaw said that he went to the apprentice den immediately after getting home. Icepaw said he ran to get help and carried me with Skyfeather,then made sure I didn’t stop breathing over night. Molepaw said he tried to get to me,while Icepaw said he didn’t even stop climbing.

    I didn’t know who was telling the truth,so I learned to disregard their versions. For all I know,every one of them could have been lying and exaggerating. I doubt my recollection of those events will magically appear in my mind,so I can’t give you much detail,but that’s not exactly the important part of this,anyway.

    The next full memory I have after falling was of the medicine den accompanied by my mother, sister,and Icepaw. My sister had curled up and laid in my nest,and I immediately relaxed. But that relaxation was soon replaced with pain and confusion.

    My head hurt,so did my sides and my jaw and my back legs. There were plenty of other injuries I could list,but the gist of it was that I had seriously hurt myself. The medicine cat,Grasswing, would have been working double time on his own to heal me,but he had recently gotten an apprentice.

    Quailpaw,a pale gray she-cat with a soft voice and lovely blue eyes. I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight-I don’t necessarily believe that exists-but I immediately found her attractive,and I wanted to talk to her. Of course,getting water dripped into my mouth or having poultice applied to my pelt weren’t exactly the best times to flirt,so I waited until I had improved.

    That improvement took a bit more than two moons,because the first time they thought I was getting better I stood up to stretch my legs and almost fainted. Eventually,I was allowed to return to training. So during breaks from learning battle techniques and hunting practice,I would visit the medicine den and talk with Quailpaw.

    Grasswing didn’t think this was weird,which I was grateful for. He was one of the few cats in the clan that knew ones of the opposite gender could be friends. Not saying we didn’t have anything romantic going on.

    Quilpaw didn’t seem very interested at first,which I wasn’t ready to accept at that point,though you should never be toxic to those who don’t share your feelings. But soon she started warming up to me.

    As I’m sure you know,a relationship between a warrior and a medicine cat is forbidden,it goes against the code. I never thought that rule made sense. ‘No,Quailpaw,you’re to holy/important to take a mate or have kits,now go back to sorting those leaves!’ but that’s just a personal belief. I suppose it served a purpose when it was made.

    Anyway,you know that our love wasn’t allowed,and that if we were found out there would be consequences,but you don’t know just how far it would be taken.

    Kestrelstar had recently taken the place of Dawnstar,a fair and generally liked she-cat. Kestrelstar wasn’t exactly bad in charge,but he felt very strongly about breaking the code. Not so much as banishing someone for accidentally crossing a border,but when it came to big things like cross-clan relationships and such…he was ruthless.

    It was truly dangerous for us to be together,and Quailpaw expressed her worry several times,but I didn’t care. Deep down,neither did she. We wanted to be together,and we refused to stop.

    Secret meets and longing glances became a normal thing between us. A simple brush of the tail could mean everything when it came to our intimacy. As time passed,we got closer,Quailpaw became Quailflash and I became Patchclaw. We knew everyone was getting more and more suspicious of us,and that our secret was bound to be revealed,so we started thinking of what to do.

    The idea of running away was brought up a few times,but Quailflash could never leave her home. I wasn’t as attached to my clan as I probably should have been,to be honest. I liked it and all-it was were I grew up-yet I would be willing to flee if I had to.

    Other things were proposed,but none of them were ever used. We eventually decided to stop interacting as much,stop the glances and tail brushes and overly friendly greetings. I talked to Quialflash only when I was injured or sick,and even then it was simple,few word statements. The occasional hello was stiff and stoic,not revealing any emotion. We were more careful than ever,yet we still got caught.

    Our nighttime meets had become very infrequent and short,we made sure to check that no one saw us,but two cats managed to slip through the defenses we’d crafted.

    Shadeleaf and Stonegrowl,a brother and sister pair used to spy on clanmates and outsiders alike. They overheard our conversation filled with ‘i love yous’ and purrs and all sorts of things that could be used against us. When we got back,most of the clan was awake and eager to pounce.

    A trial was held,though we didn’t get much of a chance to defend ourselves. Kestrelstar was convincing,even some of the cats originally on our side were persuaded to dislike us. The few supporters we had were shot down,and the ruling was not in our favor.

    We were to be killed,killed for a feeling we didn’t have a say in. We didn’t get to choose if we loved each other,if that was the case it would never have happened!

    As I’ve watched Kestrelstar from the afterlife,I’ve discovered he’s a lot worse of a leader than I thought. Not only exiling a cat who had a crush on someone from FieldClan,but also being blatantly rude towards a loyal warrior who used to be a loner and two she-cat who’re mates.

    That’s not the end of our story,though. Our murders were set the next night at moon-high,so there was plenty of time for fear to build up. Two separate areas were made for us to stay in,far away from each other. When the time came,a cat I had never expected appeared.

    Badgercreek,my own father. His eyes blazed with anger as he slowly padded up to me,his long claws gleaming eerily in the moonlight. Through gritted teeth,he muttered something about how I was no longer his son and how ashamed he was of me. I mean,I didn’t expect him to be okay with my relationship,but disownment? That wasn’t anticipated.

    He wasted no time lunging. I tried to fight back,but he was so much stronger. The strength I admired as a kit was what helped him pin me down and bite my throat. The last thing I heard was Quailflash’s shrieks of agony as she was slaughtered alongside me.

    And now I’m here,warning you not to succumb to the fate we did. Songpaw,you’re a StreamClan apprentice,you’re living under Kestrelstar’s rule. Mistpaw,you’re leader is strict,she’d waste no time getting rid of you.

    Please,please don’t let the same thing happen. Leave,join RootClan-they’re accepting,start your own group,anything! I won’t let any more cats die the way I did,I will protect as many as I can until my soul fades away,nothing but wind blowing across the territories.

    Just…be careful. Quailflash and I are watching over,we may not be in the stars when you look up,but we are there. We refused StarClan-don’t you know they can’t save you? They don’t have that much power,we learned that the hard way. We will be together for eternity,ghosts travelling the land.

    After all,no love is forbidden.

  • Chapter 6 (When The Stars Leave The Sky)

    Firepaw sighed as the sun set. Mistypaw was mumbling about some “prophecy” and Tinyfern was talking in her sleep. She padded out of the den. Breathing in the cool, crispy air. How lucky she was to be alive in such a beautiful time. She twisted around as a bird flopped down onto her shoulder. She laughed as it quickly flew off in a flutter of feathers. “Shhhhh!!!” Firepaw winced as Dewstorm, the deputy whispered a warning. “Sorry!” Firepaw whispered back. Dewstorm sighed. “Just- let me sleep, okay?” Firepaw rolled her eyes and stepped out of camp. She squinted her eyes. The bramble walls of the camp entrance had played an illusion. Making her assume it was already dark, but a bright orange flare of sun blazed still, under the purple-blue sky. She leaped onto a branch of a birch tree. “What an amazing view.” She murmured to herself. “Quite the sight, is it not?” A voice echoed. “Who’s there?” Firepaw growled. The voice laughed. “No need to be afraid of your ancestors.” “If I can’t see you, I don’t trust you!” Firepaw yowled. “I just need to peep and EmberClan will destroy you.” The voice snorted. “Don’t be so sure little one.” Firepaw bristled at what she had interpreted as a taunt. “Sightsta-” Firepaw yelped. “Shhhhhh…” The voice shushed her. “Help! Help!” Firepaw screamed. But her plea was silenced. Firepaw swatted at the air. Hoping to catch the voice with her claw. “Oh, well I guess this one won’t be of any use.” The cat muttered. “Such a shame.” “You stupid brat!” Firepaw wanted to yell. But she just couldn’t. “Junipertail, go on.” Another voice whispered. Junipertail sighed. “Buh-byee!” She whispered. Firepaw felt a paw push her off the branch, then everything went black.

    What evil lurks in StarClan? Could it have really been Junipertail, Heatherfrost’s mother, who pushed Firepaw? And most importantly, will Firepaw survive?

  • Chapter Nine
    Cliffheart purred as he watched his sisters scurry out of the Apprentices Den with Scorchflame and Infernofeather. There was a slight breeze the day of Dovepaw and Cloudpaw’s Warrior ceremony, which made every cat glad, the immense heat was terrible without a little breeze now and then. Rubystar stared proudly at her daughters as she sat in the treetop. Dovepaw and Cloudpaw then leapt into the treetop, since they were Princesses.
    “I, Rubystar, Queen of WingClan, call upon my Warrior ancestors to look down on these two apprentices,” Rubystar started, “They have trained hard to learn the ways of your noble code, and I hope that you let me make them Warriors in return. Dovepaw, Cloudpaw, do you promise to uphold the Warrior code, even at the cost of your life?”
    “I do.”
    “I do.”
    “Then Dovepaw, I name you Dovefeather,” Rubystar continued, “StarClan honors your kindness and bravery. Cloudpaw, I name you Cloudheart. StarClan honors your kindness and gentleness.” Cliffheart felt a surge of happiness for his little sisters, who weren’t so little anymore!
    “Dovefeather! Cloudheart!” the Clan cheered. Cliffheart cheered the loudest. Dovefeather and Cloudheart leapt out of the tree and ate before their silent vigil. After the ceremony, everycat went back to what they were doing. Sunflight padded back into the Medicine Den, the Elders went back into the Elders den, and some of the Warriors went on patrol while others went out hunting. Cliffheart was going out hunting, but before he did, he stopped by his sisters.
    “Congradulations, Dovefeather and Cloudheart,” Cliffheart meowed, “I’m so proud.” Dovefeather and Cloudheart smiled.
    “Awwww, thanks Cliffheart!” Dovefeather purred. Cloudheart took a bite of the rabbit she was eating.
    “I’m going out hunting,” Cliffheart meowed, “See you two later!” Cliffheart padded out of camp and went hunting.
    ***
    When Cliffheart padded back, he had caught a sparrow and a rabbit. He put them on the fresh-kill pile. Cliffheart picked up a wren from the fresh-kill pile and went to eat near the treetop. Rubystar and Smokeflame were there.
    “Smokeflame, something worries me,” Rubystar meowed. Cliffheart pricked his ears up but acted natural. What worries Mother? Cliffheart wondered.
    “Well, what is it?” Smokeflame asked. Rubystar sighed.
    “Well, there haven’t been any kits in moons, and now our daughters have grown up and are Warriors,” Rubystar meowed, “I’m proud of them, yes, but what worries me is that our numbers will start to go down. What if another Clan attacks us? What if there’s another drought, and all the prey leaves-or dies?!-? What if-”
    “Now, Rubystar, stop what iffing,” Smokeflame meowed, “I love you because you care about the Clan, but this is too much. I’m sure everything will be fine. Scorchflame and Infernofeather are old, they’re probably not going to have another litter of kits, but Mountainrose and Flameclaw are young, they’ll probably have kits. Perhaps even more than one litter!” Rubystar nodded. Cliffheart stopped listening. If Mountainrose has Flameclaw’s kits, Flameclaw will be so caught up with Mountainrose and the kits! Cliffheart thought, I’ll loose my best friend even more than I already have! And then I’ll have no friends!
    Cliffheart just wished that being a Warrior would be a little more like how he’d pictured it.
    Awesome.
    So far, it had been worse than cleaning the Elder’s ticks with gross mouse bile!

  • Chapter 33 of The First Warrior! 32 is on the previous page if you didn’t see it!

    Chapter 33

    Dawnlight carried the tansy to the elder’s den where the sick cats were staying. Her paws felt ready to fall off from exhaustion. Owlpaw and Stoneskip were still sick, Dewpaw and Fallowleap had fallen ill just the other day, and Gorsekit was getting weaker and weaker with every moment. On top of that, Lynxnose had collapsed while giving out patrol assignments that morning, leaving the Clan without a deputy.
    Dawnlight now understood what the prophecy had meant. Fire had actually meant the fire that destroyed the forest, and ice referred to the blizzard that still raged on. Together, they made a deadly combination that brought sickness and famine to the Clans.
    She entered the elder’s den, knowing every time she went in there that she could be giving herself her own death sentence. “How’s Gorsekit doing today?” Dawnlight asked Fallowleap, who was watching over her.
    Fallowleap lifted her head, her expression grave. “It’s not good.”
    Dawnlight sniffed Gorsekit’s pelt, which was sour with sickness and radiated heat. The tiny brown she-kit could hardly open her eyes. If it weren’t for the slight rise and fall of her chest, Dawnlight would have thought she was dead.
    Gorsekit stirred slightly and her eyes fluttered open. “Is it nighttime?” she whimpered.
    Dawnlight tipped her head. “No,” she murmured, confused. “It’s sunhigh.”
    Gorsekit’s breath quickened. “I can’t see the sun,” she squeaked, her voice panicky. “I can’t see, Dawnlight! I want my mama!”
    Dawnlight inhaled sharply. Had the sickness taken Gorsekit’s sight? She needed Ambershine. “Fallowleap, I’ll be right back with Ambershine. Can you keep watching Gorsekit?”
    Fallowleap nodded. “Of course.”
    Dawnlight raced back to the medicine den. “Ambershine!” she gasped, out of breath. “I need you to come quickly!”
    Ambershine looked up from her herbs. “What’s wrong?”
    “Gorsekit says she can’t see.”
    Ambershine stiffened. “She went blind?”
    Dawnlight nodded miserably. “What are we going to do, Ambershine?” she asked quietly.
    Ambershine swallowed. “Go get Izzyheart and Branchfur,” she instructed. “I’ll see what’s going on with Gorsekit.”
    Dawnlight went off to find Izzyheart and Branchfur. Her paws felt like they were made of heavy stones at the thought of telling the two parents that their daughter had gone blind from the redcough.
    She found them both in the nursery with Spottedkit and Sootkit. They had no idea how their lives were about to change.
    Izzyheart noticed her standing in the nursery entrance and her eyes grew large. “Gorsekit…” she breathed. “Is she dead?”
    Dawnlight sat down. “No,” she mewed. “But the redcough seems to have taken her sight. Gorsekit is blind.” The words choked her.
    Izzyheart let out a short sob, and Branchfur wrapped his tail around her.
    Dawnlight turned away so the family could grieve in peace.

    Dawnlight pressed her muzzle to Lionscar’s and let herself relax against him. “It’s been a hard day,” she whispered.
    Lionscar shifted closer to her. “It will be over soon. Leaf-bare can only last for so long.”
    Dawnlight let her eyes drift shut. “I know,” she murmured. “But it’s still hard.” She could feel Lionscar’s heartbeat drumming in time to hers, and in that moment the rest of the world fell away and it was just them.
    She wished she could stay like that forever.
    “I love you.” The words slipped out like she had been saying them forever.
    “I love you too, Dawnlight.” The reply was always as beautiful as a hummingbird’s song.
    Dawnlight felt happier than she ever imagined feeling when she was with him. When they were together, she could forget about the terrible things going on back in the camp. The endless darkness that seemed to surround her was lifted and gave way to bursts of sunlight.
    Lionscar was like the sun. He brought warmth and freeing happiness.
    He was hers.
    A twig snapped behind them, and panic jolted through Dawnlight. Had someone found them? What was going to happen to them?
    But Dawnlight turned around to see an unfamiliar pregnant she-cat. She was white with gray tabby patches, and her yellow eyes were wide with fear.
    “Help me,” she whispered and stumbled towards them.

    Needlestar looked back and forth between Dawnlight and the rogue, who Dawnlight had learned her name was Petal. “Petal,” he began. “If you could give me a moment alone with Dawnlight, that would be great.”
    Petal dipped her head. “Take as much time as you need.” Her voice was steady, but Dawnlight could sense terror sparking off her pelt.
    Once she left, Needlestar turned to Dawnlight. “You understand why I can’t let her stay here, right?” he asked in a low voice.
    Dawnlight narrowed her eyes, betrayal burning inside her. “And why is that?” she challenged. “Petal’s kits are only days away from arriving. If you don’t let me help her, she will die.”
    Needlestar sighed. “Dawnlight, we are barely surviving as it is. Most days, the whole Clan eats one bird while the queens and elders share three. The sickness is getting worse by the day. We can’t take in a rogue who needs food for her kits as well.” He closed his eyes. “If it was a normal leaf-bare, I would take her in without question. But this isn’t an ordinary leaf-bare. You know that.”
    Dawnlight searched frantically for the words that would convince him. She couldn’t send a pregnant she-cat out in the cold, alone to die. “Please, Needlestar,” she begged. “I can’t let her die all alone. I have to help her. It is my responsibility as a medicine cat.”
    Needlestar gave in. “Fine. Don’t make me regret this.” He padded out of the den to tell Petal she could stay.
    Dawnlight expected to feel triumphant, but instead she just felt numb. Her own words had hit her hard. After being with Lionscar, she had forgotten how much she loved being a medicine cat. Her urge to help Petal had reminded her of the passion she felt for her job. In her gut, she knew. She knew she couldn’t have both Lionscar and her role as a medicine cat. She had to choose.
    The problem was, giving up either one would break her.

    “Gorsekit!”
    Dawnlight snapped awake. She looked over to see Ambershine’s nest empty. She must be with Gorsekit, she thought. She stood up and ran to the elder’s den to see what was going on.
    Gorsekit was thrashing around in her nest, screeching nonsense. Her muscles were twitching
    and her eyes were wide with pain.
    “What’s wrong with her?” Dawnlight cried.
    Ambershine stared at her. “She can’t hear me.”
    Dawnlight froze. The redcough took the kit’s sight and hearing? “Why? How?”
    Ambershine stroked Gorsekit with her tail. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
    For a short heartbeat, Dawnlight thought about what Gorsekit’s life would look like if she survived. She wondered if she could ever be a warrior if she was blind and deaf. She could never see where she was going, or hear her Clanmates’ orders. She could never fight in a battle, or even hunt. What sort of life would she have?
    It seemed that nothing was fair anymore.

    “Here.” Lionscar placed a thin mouse at Dawnlight’s paws. “You need to eat.”
    Dawnlight had been up the whole night with Gorsekit. The poor thing was no better and her parents were frantic. “No,” she mewed. “I can’t take that.”
    Lionscar pushed the mouse closer to her. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten?” he asked. “Tell the truth.”
    Dawnlight opened and closed her mouth before replying. “I don’t know,” she answered, flustered. “Maybe two sunrises ago?” Now that she thought about it, the hollowness in her belly was painful enough that she wanted to double over.
    Lionscar looked at her intensely. “Eat. Now. The Clan needs you to survive, Dawnlight.” He lowered his voice. “I need you.”
    Dawnlight glared at him before taking a bite, flavor flooding through her mouth. She made sure to save half of it for Ambershine. “Thank you.”
    Lionscar relaxed slightly. “No, thank you for finally eating.”
    Just then, Ambershine entered the den, and Dawnlight jerked away from Lionscar. “Ambershine, look!” she exclaimed loudly. “Lionscar brought us some food!”
    Ambershine glanced pointedly at the mouse, and back to Lionscar. “I can see that,” she meowed dryly. “Lionscar, Dawnlight is quite busy and I would appreciate it if you would leave now.”
    Lionscar ducked his head. “Yeah, uh, okay.”
    The moment he was gone, Ambershine whipped around to face Dawnlight. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
    Dawnlight blinked a few times. Did she know? “Nothing.”
    Ambershine looked distressed. “Don’t act stupid, Dawnlight. I can see what’s going on.”
    Dawnlight felt anger flare in her chest. None of it was fair. So what if she fell in love? Did she not deserve to be happy? “We’re friends,” she insisted through gritted teeth. “You can’t take away the best friendship I ever had.”
    Ambershine stared warily at her. “Just be careful,” she warned. “You don’t want to make a mistake that you can’t fix.” She started gathering a few traveling herbs. “Come on. It’s a half moon and I don’t want you to be late.”
    “Me?” Dawnlight questioned. “What about you? And didn’t Needlestar close the borders?”
    Ambershine continued organizing the meager store of herbs. “I need to stay here and watch over Gorsekit. You will be going alone tonight. And Needlestar wants us to try and speak to StarClan to see if they can help us.”
    Dawnlight quickly lapped up the traveling herbs. “I’ll go now, then.”
    Ambershine nodded. “Yes. I’ll see you when you get back.”

    When Dawnlight arrived at the Mooncave, only Bramblebush and Mallowpaw were there. She was alarmed to see how frail Bramblebush looked. “Where is everyone?” she called.
    Mallowpaw shrugged. “I guess they aren’t coming.” Her voice still sounded like a kit’s, but the youth in her had disappeared and was replaced by a worn-down look that no cat her age should wear.
    Bramblebush’s flanks were heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “We should get going. Reedstar only sent me here to give Mallowpaw her full name.”
    Dawnlight gasped in shock. “But she’s only seven moons old!” she protested.
    Bramblebush’s expression reflected that he felt the same way. “I know,” was all he said.
    The three cats entered the Mooncave, and Bramblebush remained standing next to Mallowpaw. “I, Bramblebush, medicine cat of… LakeClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of a medicine cat, and with your help she will serve her Clan for many moons. Mallowpaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?”
    Mallowpaw sagged, as if she was surrendering to the weight of her forced path. “Yes.”
    “Then by the power of StarClan, I name you Mallowtail.”
    “Mallowtail!” Dawnlight cheered encouragingly.
    Mallowtail looked at her paws. “Thanks, I guess,” she mumbled.
    Dawnlight realized that she was probably thinking of what her ceremony should have been like. She should have trained hard to be a warrior beside her littermates for many moons before earning her warrior name beside her friends as her entire Clan cheered her on. Instead, she was sitting with two near strangers in a dark cave. Only one cat cheered her new name, and her family was nowhere to be seen. She must feel so lonely.
    “Now, let’s speak with StarClan.” Bramblebush’s mew broke into Dawnlight’s thoughts.
    “Okay.” Dawnlight curled up tightly, her tail fluttering over her nose. Darkness engulfed her, and she awoke in StarClan.
    Her heart immediately dropped as she saw Lilywish standing across from her, betrayal sparking in her gaze.
    “I loved him,” she whispered. “How could you do this to me?”
    Dawnlight squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”
    “Look at me!” Lilywish cried. “I at least deserve that much from you.”
    Dawnlight opened her eyes. “Please…” She didn’t really know what she was pleading for.
    Lilywish glared at her. “I’m not stupid,” she spat. “We were so young when I died. I knew in my heart that Lionscar would find love again, and I wanted that for him. I wanted him to be happy.” Tears filled her green gaze. “But you? You’re my sister. You’re a medicine cat! Why did it have to be you?”
    Dawnlight had no answer. “Lilywish, please!” she sobbed. “Right now, Lionscar is the only good thing in my life! I love him so much, Lilywish, and he loves me. Can you try to understand?”
    Anger burned in Lilywish’s expression. “No,” she snarled. “Maybe one day I can forgive you, Dawnlight, but not today.”
    Dawnlight’s eyes snapped open as she found herself on the cold ground, tears streaming down her face. She had lost so much, but she never thought that she would lose her sister for the second time.

      • Oh I’m not finished with her yet

        My friend called me heartless because I always seem to torture my characters.

        But yes she definitely does and will need hugs

    • i second viper’s dawnlight protection squad
      Maybe it’s thirding our whatever

      But oh my lord
      I now realize how lovely Honeyfern was
      Yes I would never accept it if my sister –
      Ehhh
      Honestly, though, Fallowheart, we must be like parallel people because Dawn and Lily were sisters in some fanfic of mine and I had this tom named Bramblebush
      I’m sure there’s more but those are stuff I can think of right now

    • noooooo Dawnlight! not your sister tooooooooooo every time i red your chapters i am on the verge of tears. Not in a bad way, considering im on the verge of tears at the end of like every book that someone dies in.

    • i honestly thought Lilywish would forgive Dawnlight, like Honeyfern did Poppyfrost
      hmmm maybe that dream wasn’t real! like when Lionpaw/scar dreamed about his parents. were Lionscar’s dreams real? i don’t think so, because i don’t think Rainmist would actually do that…
      maybe Ryewing could be on her side! or Everflame! (i’m just desperately coming up with cats that could help Dawnlight)

      • Lionscar’s dreams were not real they were just hallucinations.

        We have not seen the real Rainmist… yet.

        I like adding as much drama as I can to my stuff because ✨drama✨ is ✨interesting✨

    • :OOOOOOOOO I kinda agree with Lilywish! But poor Dawnlight! Poor Gorsekit! Poor PineClan! Poor Mallowtail! Poor LakeClan! Poor Petal! Poor everyone! 😭😭

    • Oh noooooooooooo. COME ON Lilywish.
      I understand that you’re hurt, but be happy that Lionscar found someone he loves. And happy for your sister. (though she is a rule breaker and a boyfriend stealer) I can understand if Lilywish was still alive and Dawnlight stole Lionscar from her, but you’re dead Lilywish.
      Also is Gorsekit going to die? Probably, but I wish she wouldn’t.