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Warriors: Out of the Shadows
Book One: Rising Sun
Chapter Two
“Dash! Indigo! Tree! I want you on a hunting patrol! Pine, Sun, Quail, you’re with me on guard duty,” Berry barked.
Dash and Indigo quietly slipped out of the camp they had constructed, while it took a little longer for Tree to cross the clearing and join them. Sun frowned, glancing from Berry to the gathered cats and back. Although Berry was the head of the group, she was younger than most leaders and inexperienced in combat situations.
Sun shook his head, discarding the thought as he went over to sit beside his sister, Quail.
“Hi,” he greeted as he waved each of his stiff joints around before sitting down.
“What’s up?” His sister asked, tail flicking lazily.
Sun shrugged. “I was about to ask the same thing,”
“Hmm,” Quail replied, whiskers twitching. “How long do you think it’ll be before we can get out of this mess?” She asked, looking to start a conversation.
“I… I don’t know,” Sun admitted. “I don’t want to fight in a war, but we can’t just abandon our friends.”
They both knew the dangerous position they were in by being in a group with other cats. Berry’s group was currently locked in a war with several other factions for reasons Sun didn’t exactly understand. All he knew was that there once was a massive group of loners, almost as big as a Clan, that joined together to drive out what at first seemed like just a few vicious rogues, who were now known as Ivy’s group. However, massive internal divisions and conflict over who should have command over all the cats resulted in a bloody breakup of the large group, creating the factions that now were currently at war with each other.
“Comrades,” Quail reminded him. “Just because we agreed to fight together doesn’t mean we’re friends with them.”
“Well Dash and Tree seem nice enough, and Pine can’t be left out on his own. I mean, he’s a great hunter and a decent fighter, but he only has one working eye.” Sun argued.
Pine, who was sitting at the other side of the camp, flicked his tail as if he overheard their hushed conversation.
“Anyway, Berry still tries to be a good leader, and Indigo… well, she’s kind of mysterious, but we can still trust her, right? And we wouldn’t last very long out on our own,” Sun meowed worriedly.
“Well, I guess you have a point,” Quail agreed reluctantly, “but that doesn’t mean I have to like it here.”
“I know, and I don’t like it either,” Sun responded, “but if it helps us stay alive, it works for me.”
“Of course, stupid furball,” Quail purred. “It’s not like we can run off and join Ivy’s hooligans and hope to be safe there.”
Sun nodded, tail flicking anxiously. Ivy’s group was by far the most mysterious and vicious group, willing to do anything to get a one up on their enemies.
“Well,” he meowed, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens. After all, I don’t get the privilege of being thrown into a horde of bloody, warring cats every day now, do I?”
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Okay, that only took like 15 minutes to write (probably because it was so short 😛 ) Now we have a different perspective on the war and maybe a little clue as to what the title might mean 😉 Feedback is welcome, and I’ll try to get Chapters 3-5 out before Christmas. Good day! 😀
Nice chapter! It’s cool to get an inside look at one of the rogue groups 😀 haha, I can already see Berry as that villain that’s not a real villain if that makes any sense 😛
Thanks! 😀
Oh, well how’d ya know 😛
Haha, she just seemed like that type 😛
Make her into a King George aka super hilarious 😛Omg King Berry III 😛
YESSSSSS 😛
Warriors Series 5.5: Echoes of the War
Book 6: Silent Sacrifice
Chapter Three
The flat gray stone of the twoleg path was glowing silver in the moonlight. Two cats were walking together along the side of the thunderpath, their pelts brushing and tails twining. Greenleaf still reigned over the city, but the chill of leaf-fall had begun to creep into the breeze as it wove through the she-cat’s thin pelt. She shivered lightly, pressing against the tom’s warm pelt. His collar brushed against her neck fur, the golden bell giving a soft tinkling sound.
“Come on,” the tom mewed, touching his nose to her ear with a purr. “It’s not far now.”
He led her to the top of a large hill, taking her around the back of one of the twoleg nests. There was a trash can by the side of the den; they leaped onto the that, then onto a flat surface of black bars higher up. There was a series of bars that led up to another flat surface, and then another, and from there they were able to climb onto the roof. Once both the tom and she-cat had reached the roof, the tom led the she-cat to the edge.
She gasped. From the roof’s edge, they were able to see what seemed like the whole city. A sea of huge twoleg dens was spread before her eyes, the two cats looking down on the city. All of the dens were lit up with more lights than she could ever count, twinkling like stars in the dark of night. There were flashes of yellows, greens, reds, blues, and many other colors, lighting up the whole city. It was like a million fireflies had been set loose on the massive twolegplace, making it brighter and more alive somehow than anything she’d seen before.
“Oh wow,” she breathed, eyes wide as she took in the view. “Cosmo, it’s amazing!” The she-cat had never been able to find beauty in something a twoleg had created before. But now, looking at this view, she could understand why the tom loved his home in the city so much.
Cosmo purred, pressing his pelt against hers. “I hoped you’d like it,” he mewed, sounding pleased. “This is one of my favorite views in the city.” He gazed back out at the city, a purr rumbling in his throat. “I know it’s scary for you and your Clanmates here, and that you miss the forest. But this place can be just as beautiful as any forest, and it’s home to me.”
The she-cat grew sober for a moment. She knew that the time would come when she would have to return to her Clan’s territory, away from the city. This strange place, with all of its twolegs and dogs and thunderpaths, was no home to her, even if she could understand how Cosmo felt that way. But when she left, she knew in her heart that Cosmo would not leave with her. He belonged in the city with his soft den and his twolegs, just as much as she belonged on the moor with the scent of heather and the breeze in her fur. Even though she wanted her home back, she was going to miss this tom more than she had ever imagined possible a few moons ago.
On a sudden impulse, she brushed her muzzle against Cosmo’s cheek, giving him a soft lick. The tom gave a surprised purr as she slid her muzzle down to press her head against his neck, leaning against his shoulder. “I wish this was easier,” she murmured.
She didn’t elaborate, but Cosmo seemed to understand. He laid his chin over her head, purring quietly. His tone was unusually serious as he mewed, “Me too.” The tom hesitated, before adding in an even softer mew, “I love you.”
The she-cat sighed. She had never meant to fall in love with a kittypet. Her love for Cosmo went against everything she had ever learned. It went against her loyalty as a warrior, her pride in her freedom, and her love for her Clan. But the tom beside her was funny, and loving, and kind, and knew her better than any cat she’d ever known. Despite any of her promises or loyalties, and anything her Clanmates might think or say, she knew that she loved this kittypet more fiercely than she had ever felt before.
She pressed herself against him more, closing her eyes. “I love you too,” she murmured.
The two cats sat like that for a while, pressed against each other as they watched the lights of the city below. The she-cat never wanted it to end. She knew that all she and Cosmo were going to have together was this short time, and that once her Clan got their home back, she would never see him again. All she wanted was to hold onto their moment together.
But, eventually, the tom pulled back. “Come on,” he mewed in a tone of fake cheer, rising to his paws. “What are we doing, sitting around here all night? There’s still time before you have to get back to your Clan – and I bet you can’t beat me in a race to the den with the cracked window!”
The she-cat pulled back her ears, giving a mock growl. “Is that a joke?” she teased, pulling herself back onto her paws. “You’re more lumbering than a three-legged badger!”
“Don’t be so sure!” Cosmo crowed, green gaze flashing with excitement. “We’ll get off this roof together, and once our paws touch the ground, first one to the den with the cracked window wins!”
“You’re on!” The she-cat let the tom lead her back towards the bars that would lead them to the ground. She knew that she wouldn’t get to stay with this tom forever, and that losing him would hurt more than any wound in the battle to come. But right now, all she wanted was to enjoy the time she had left with him.
SCENEBREAK
“Darkbreeze! Darkbreeze, wake up!”
The she-cat lifted her head, blinking groggily. At first, she wasn’t sure where she was, or how she’d ended up there.
Then she remembered.
Weak sunlight filtered through the branches of the gorse bush, which led as the entrance into the hollow den beneath. Darkbreeze was curled up on her nest of moss and sheep’s wool, her pelt fluffed out against the cold. Honeyheart was a few mouse-lengths away, her four kits already awake and wrapped up in a game of some sort. Nightfern had poked her head into the nursery, glancing at her sister curiously. “You wanted to go on a walk today, remember?” she told her sister.
Darkbreeze groaned as she lifted herself to sitting. As she did, she could feel the kits shifting and kicking in her belly. The queen glanced at her belly, love and worry and regret battling in her heart in equal measure. After a pause, she glanced back at her sister. “Yeah, I’ll be right there,” she mewed quickly. The small queen rose to her paws, bounding up to and past the gorse entrance to join Nightfern. Side by side, the sisters padding past the snow-dusted heather circling the camp, and out onto the open moorland.
At first, neither cat spoke as they padded through the snow covering the soft cotton grass. Darkbreeze sneaked a worried glance at her sister. Nightfern was staring straight ahead, her expression numb with grief. There was a dull glaze to her amber eyes that chilled Darkbreeze to the roots of her pelt; it was like her sister was already dead.
She knew that her sister carried more grief and guilt with her than any cat should have to stand. When WindClan’s home had been stolen by the rogues, their father Breeze had stolen Nightfern’s son, Graykit. Their treacherous father had trained the newly-named Gray to be as vicious and cruel as he was. In the end, Gray had killed his own sister, Shadepaw, and Nightfern had killed Gray trying to save Shadepaw. Even though Gray had become a monster who had killed his own sister, Darkbreeze knew that Nightfern would never forgive herself for killing him.
Darkbreeze decided to finally break the silence. “How did Gorsepaw and Thicketpaw do on their warrior assessments?” she asked, trying to force a cheerful tone. She knew that Nightfern’s grief couldn’t be banished so easily, but she hoped her sister would be able to feel more at ease with the familiar routine of Clan life if she acted cheerful for her sake.
Nightfern blinked blearily, as though waking from a dream. “Huh? Oh, they did well.” She gave her head a quick shake, starting to look more awake. “Runningleaf said that Gorsepaw tracked this huge hare into its burrow, and Sorrelspike saw Thicketpaw cut off a pigeon that nearly escaped.” Even as the grief dulled the she-cat’s tone, pride for her remaining sons managed to shine through.
“Sounds like they did really well,” Darkbreeze purred encouragingly. Nightfern’s surviving kits were only a moon away from finishing their training. Thicketpaw was almost as massive and thickly-built as his father, Wetwhisker, at this point, while Gorsepaw had inherited the lithe frame of a moor runner from Nightfern. Though Thicketpaw’s bulk made it harder for him to chase down hares, he made up for it with his strength and stealth. Both toms were turning into fine hunters; Darkbreeze knew that Nightfern more proud of them than she could say. Ever since Shadepaw and Gray had died, Nightfern was more protective of her sons than ever, and Darkbreeze felt the same.
Soon, it won’t just be Nightfern’s kits I’ll be protective of, a voice in her mind murmured. Darkbreeze stole another glance at her belly, which grew rounder and rounder by the day. When she had left the city, she had thought she’d left Cosmo behind forever. She had loved the kittypet more fiercely than she’d ever dreamed, and saying goodbye had felt like getting her heart clawed out of her chest, but she’d been willing to put him and her love for him in the past for the good of her Clan. But less than half a moon after leaving the city, she had learned that Cosmo had left her with something that would change her life. My kits. Our kits.
Darkbreeze had moved into the nursery soon after the first Gathering back in Clan territory, and her kits were due in a moon now. She had told Heatherstar right away about her kits and who their father was. Heatherstar had already suspected her daughter’s affection for Cosmo, after all, it wasn’t like she could have fooled her mother. Darkbreeze knew some of her Clanmates would judge her kits for being half kittypet, but she also knew all too well the costs of lying to protect her kits. She would rather teach her kits to face their heritage with pride than repeat the mistakes of Leafpool; too many cats had been hurt by the lies.
Nightfern seemed to guess what her sister was thinking. She reached out her muzzle, pressing her nose to her sister’s ear. “My kits will be warriors soon, but your kits, you still have all of their kithood to look forward to,” she murmured. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” There was a dull glaze in Nightfern’s eyes that told Darkbreeze she was thinking of her own lost kits.
The queen felt a sudden rush of fear. Nightfern had done everything she could to protect her own kits, and she had still ended up losing two of them, one at her own claws. She could imagine her own kits being torn from her grasp all too easily. StarClan, please let me keep them safe, she prayed, feeling her paws tremble at the thought of losing them. I can’t lose them like that.
“Oh, I can’t wait to finally meet them,” Darkbreeze mewed, trying to cast off her dark thoughts. She curled her tail, joy flooding through her and pushing back her fear at the thought of her kits. “I want to tell them stories, and play with them, and tell them all about WindClan… and Cosmo.” For a moment, sadness tinged her joy.
Nightfern gave her sister a searching look. “You miss him, don’t you?” she murmured.
Darkbreeze hesitated. She missed Cosmo more than she could ever say. But she wanted to put that behind her, and focus on what she still had; her Clan, and her kits. If she dwelled on her loss, the pain was too much to bear. “Of course,” she mewed briskly. “But there isn’t anything I can do about that now.” Nightfern didn’t seem fooled; she was still watching her sister with soft pity in her gaze. Darkbreeze tried to turn it into a joke instead, flicking her tail against Nightfern’s flank and teasing, “Who would’ve thought it, hmm? After all of the warnings and stories, and all of the mistakes our kin made, and both of us still ended up taking mates outside of the Clan. You’d think we would have learned.”
Her sister watched her a moment longer. “I guess our family just doesn’t have much luck,” Nightfern murmured. To Darkbreeze’s surprise, Nightfern touched her nose to her sister’s cheek, purring softly. “You’re allowed to miss him, you know,” she mewed. “And you know you can always talk to me.” She pulled back, a knowing gleam in her amber eyes. “I know I haven’t quite been myself lately, but I’m still your sister. I’m always here for you.”
The queen hesitated, then allowed her ears to droop, pressing against her sister’s pelt as they walked side by side. “I know. Thank you, Nightfern,” she murmured. She gave a weary flick of her tail, admitting, “I do miss him. But I’m a warrior, and he’s a kittypet – there was never going to be a future for us. Even though it hurts, I know we’re both where we belong. I just wish we hadn’t had to lose each other – and I wish he could know his kits.”
“You should tell him,” Nightfern mewed, amber eyes glowing with sympathy. “Even if he can’t be a part of your life anymore, he deserves to know about his kits.”
Darkbreeze looked away uncomfortably. She knew her sister was right. Cosmo deserved to know that she was having his kits. She would never want to keep something like that from him. But the city was a long journey from WindClan’s territory, and she would have to cross through ShadowClan territory to get there, or go the long way around. There was no way she could make that journey easily in her condition. Even if she wanted to risk it, would Heatherstar let her leave the Clan for that long? Her mother, and many of her Clanmates, probably wouldn’t appreciate her leaving the Clan that long to visit a kittypet, even if it was one of their former allies. Several of them already seemed to trust Darkbreeze less because of who was fathering her kits.
“I’ll tell him,” she told her sister. “But not yet. I have to find the right time to travel to the city.” Nightfern looked like she was going to object, so Darkbreeze cut her off. “I just hope the Clan doesn’t blame them for who their father is. At least Wetwhisker joined the Clan, so technically both of your kits’ parents were WindClan warriors when they were born. My kits are completely halfClan.”
To her surprise, amusement managed to gleam in Nightfern’s eyes for a moment. “I wouldn’t worry too much,” she mewed, flicking her tail. “Every cat knows that Cosmo risked his life to help us win our home back, and so did all of the other city cats. I doubt any Clan cat thinks as lowly of kittypets as they used to. And it’s not like you were sneaking out of camp to meet some cat across the border; we were training with Cosmo and the others for over three moons, and practically living with them like Clanmates.” She nudged her sister’s shoulder with her own, purring, “Some cats might be mousebrains, but the rest will see your kits for what they are – the kits of two brave, caring cats who have risked their lives for WindClan’s sake. And even if they think differently of you, the warrior code tells them not to think any differently of your kits now.”
Darkbreeze started to feel relief as her sister’s reassurance sank in. Her sister was right about the warrior code, at least. The Gathering after the Clans had won their home back, Tigerstar had proposed two news laws to the warrior code, to replace the old law that charged Clan cats to scorn kittypets. The first law told the Clans to respect any good cat, whether they lived by the warrior code or not. The second law decreed that any cat who followed the warrior code, no matter their past or their parentage, was to be respected as a true Clan cat. According to this new law, while Darkbreeze could be blamed for taking a mate outside of the Clan, her kits could not be looked down on for being halfClan. Even though the law wouldn’t change every cat’s view of halfClan cats, the code and the leaders of the Clans were now charged with protecting these cats from the prejudices of their Clanmates.
The queen took a deep breath, starting to feel her usual cheer coming back. “You’re right,” she mewed in a brighter tone. “I shouldn’t worry so much.” A new energy was thrumming in her paws, the queen suddenly flooded with the desire to run. “Come on, I haven’t been for a proper run in ages. Let’s have a race!”
Nightfern’s whiskers twitched. “With those kits in your belly, you’re as clumsy as a badger,” she teased. “There’s no way you’re going to win.”
“We’ll just see about that!” Without any further warning, Darkbreeze took off running, leaving her sister to blink in shock behind her. But her shock faded quickly, and when Nightfern started racing after her sister, she quickly passed the clumsy queen. Darkbreeze didn’t care, though. There was a fierce joy in being able to race over the open moorland again, feeling the cold leafbare wind rushing over her pelt, her paws hardly touching the ground. I love you, Cosmo, the queen thought, But I never could have given this up for anything.
Darkbreeze was so caught up in the race, she didn’t see the patrol until she nearly crashed into them. Beechleaf managed to scramble out of her way in time, and Nightfern came neatly to a halt in front of Runningleaf and Gorsepaw, Palestripe glancing at the two she-cats in surprise. Darkbreeze stumbled to a halt, shaking out her pelt and mewing quickly, “Sorry Beechleaf!”
“It’s alright,” the new warrior mewed, his ruffled pelt starting to lie flat again. “You just surprised me.” The rest of the patrol was looking less surprised now as well. Gorsepaw padded up to his mother, purring as he touched noses with her, and Runningleaf mewed a quick greeting to the she-cat. The gray warrior had once been a loner in the city, and she still seemed jumpy sometimes. But she was a brave fighter, and was quickly to be a loyal WindClan warrior, and a dedicated mentor for Gorsepaw.
“Sorry we sneaked up on you like that,” Nightfern mewed, glancing at Sunstrike. The tortoiseshell she-cat had been put in charge of the hunting patrol earlier that morning by Larksong. “We were just out on a walk. How’s the hunting going?” Darkbreeze began to become uneasy as she noticed none of the cats on the patrol were carrying prey.
Sunstrike’s expression was grim. “We haven’t caught so much as a whiff of hare,” she told Nightfern. “Live hare, anyway.”
Darkbreeze’s ears flew back in surprise. “What do you mean by live hare?”
It was Palestripe who answered that. “We found hare blood and fur scattered on the ground near the twisting burrows,” she growled darkly. Ever since the death of her mother, Sedgestar, and her brother Owlpaw, Palestripe had thrown herself into working hard for her Clan. Though she had only been a warrior for a moon, her work ethic had earned a lot of respect from her Clan. “Someone’s been stealing our prey.”
Nightfern and Darkbreeze exchanged alarmed glances, their hackles beginning to bristle. “Was it rogues?” Nightfern asked, a tremor in her mew. “Even with Breeze dead, some of them might have decided to come back and get revenge.”
Sunstrike shook her head. “There wasn’t any rogue scent,” she assured the sisters. “But whoever it was, we need to tell Heatherstar about it, so she can warn the other Clans.”
Nightfern started to reply, only to freeze in shock, her gaze fixed on something past Sunstrike. “It can’t be,” she breathed, her pelt trembling. Alarmed, Darkbreeze followed her sister’s gaze, only to freeze in equal shock.
Three cats stood on the snowy moorland, too far for Darkbreeze to make our their scents or features. But she didn’t need scent to recognize these cats. The larger cat was vaguely familiar to her, but there was no mistaking the lean black tom, and the small dark tabby by his side.
“Graykit!” Without warning, Nightfern tore away from her Clanmates, racing towards her son. Breeze, Gray, and the other cat stood on the edge of a hill, the sun shining through their pelts. With a rush of horror, Darkbreeze realized what she was seeing. They’re Dark Forest spirits!
“Nightfern, wait!” Darkbreeze wailed. She raced after her sister, the rest of the patrol doing the same, quickly surpassing the queen. Darkbreeze watched her sister, her heart racing with terror as she waited for the Dark Forest cats to turn and attack her sister.
But to her shock, when Nightfern had nearly reached them, the Dark Forest spirits turned and ran. They bounded away over the hill, quickly disappearing from sight. Nightfern chased after them for a few moments, then turned away, eyes wide and pelt trembling. “They’re gone!” she gasped.
While the patrol rushed off to check that the Dark Forest cats were really gone, Darkbreeze hurried to her sister’s side. She pressed her pelt against Nightfern’s, sniffing her sister’s fur. “Thank StarClan you’re alright!” she said, feeling her own pelt tremble. “I thought they were going to attack you!”
Nightfern didn’t seem to hear her. Her eyes was glazed over with stunned horror, her entire pelt trembling. “He was with them,” she whispered, her mew hoarse with horror. “My Graykit, he was with the Dark Forest cats. Oh StarClan, why? Why couldn’t I save him?” Darkbreeze gave low, soothing mews as she pressed against Nightfern’s side, trying to steady her trembling. Inside, her mind was reeling with horror. She hadn’t really believed that Gray would go to StarClan, after murdering his own sister, but she’d tried to hope. But now, she knew the truth. Gray was a Dark Forest cat, and so was Breeze. And now, they were back in Clan territory.
Sunstrike and her patrol returned, lashing their tails in frustration. “They’ve left without a trace,” Palestripe growled, ice-blue eyes flashing with fury.
“Why are they here now?” Beechleaf asked, looking spooked. “We haven’t seen any Dark Forest cats since we left for the city!”
Darkbreeze exchanged a worried glance with Sunstrike. While they hadn’t seen the Dark Forest spirits since they’d left the lake, it had been foolish to think they had just gone away. Even with Breeze defeated, it seemed that he and his Dark Forest allies weren’t going away so easily. But Darkbreeze’s mind was still racing with panicked thoughts. Why had they waited until now to come back? Why hadn’t they seen them at all in the city, or during the battle against Breeze?
Dark times are coming. Only blind loyalty and silent sacrifice can save the Clans. Darkbreeze was surprised to find the words of her best friend’s prophecy flashing in her mind just then. That prophecy had ended when she, Silentstorm, and Nightfern had killed Breeze, hadn’t it? Silentstorm had found the allies they’d needed to win the battle, and she’d helped the sisters finally kill their father.
But now, she began to wonder. The Dark Forest cats had returned to the forest again. What if Breeze and his rogues hadn’t been the darkness Silentstorm was meant to defeat? What if it was the Dark Forest, and the prophecy wasn’t over yet?
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I told you this chapter would be interesting. ^^
So yeah, as I said, this book is going to be a bit different in terms of POV. Here we are introduced to Darkbreeze’s POV, which is great, because Darkbreeze is probably my favorite character in this series. 😀 It was definitely interesting writing from her POV, and from a WindClan POV. We get to see her thinking about her romance with Cosmo, and her kits with him, who are due in a moon. And this isn’t the end of the POV oddness in this book. 😉
I know it’s not what I usually do with these books. It’s always just been ThunderClan POVs, and only Silentstorm and Blazeheart. But having different POVs is going to be the best way I can tell the story for this book. Plus, it’ll be really cool, I think, for the finale for this series. 😀
We also get to see that the Dark Forest is back. ^^ This should be interesting…
Happy late Thanksgiving to everyone, by the way. Sorry I forgot to mention that in the last chapter. I hope you all had a nice dinner.
I wasn’t home for my birthday, so when I got home Wednesday for Thanksgiving break, I got to celebrate my birthday with my parents. And by far the coolest thing I got for my birthday – two tickets to Hamilton!!!!!!! 😀 They’re for next August, so it won’t be for a while yet, but I get to see Hamilton!!!!!!! 8D I’m so excited, I love this musical so much, and now I finally get to see it live. 😀 This has nothing to do with EOTW (other than the fact that I reference Hamilton a lot in EOTW), but I’m really excited about it. 😀
Hopefully I can get the next chapter done soon. We’ll be fast-forwarding to Gathering time, so that’ll be fun. ^^
Great chapter! Yaaaaaay, Darkbreeze POV! I’m super glad that we’ll have a POV from another Clan and see what happens with Nightfern, Gray, Darkbreeze’s kits, and just WindClan in general 😀 since you said that you incorporated last chapter’s plot into this one, I’m guessing it was DF rogues but with Silentstorm and ThunderClan?
Yep, it was really fun to finally write in Darkbreeze’s POV. 😀 And it’s nice to see a perspective in another Clan, like you said.
I said that I’d be incorporating the plot of the last chapter into a different chapter, not the next one. 😉 And no, that was not what the plot of the last chapter was supposed to be. I’ll let you know when we’ve hit that plot – if we hit it. 😛
Ohhh, okay. I must have misread. Darn it XD. It was cooler with Nightfern and Gray anyway. Well, I’ll have fun guessing!
It’s cool. 🙂 And yeah, I was just going to have random DF cats show up, but then I realized it would have way more of an impact if it was Gray and Breeze. ^^
Yeah. That was a sad moment. It worked! 😛
Good. 🙂
Great chapter Jayie! I loved finally seeing Darkbreeze’s POV! Congratulations on the Hamilton tickets! (I’m so jealous 😛 ) (And I make it my divine mission to catch every single Hamilton reference you create 😛 )
Thanks! 😀 Yeah, it was fun to write in her POV. And thank you! 😀 Haha, good luck with that, I make a lot of of them. 😛
Great chapter!
Thanks! 😀
Great news about the Hamilton tickets! 😀 That’s the second time I’ve seen you using exclamation mark spam XD
Anyways, amazing chapter! 😀 I’m really happy that we got to see Darkbreeze’s point of view 😀 I ship DarkbreezexCosmo so bad ;-; I was hoping Breeze and the gang had been defeated for good 😛 Hahahaimjusthopingthatyoudontkillsilentstormdontdoitjayieyouknowitsthewrondthingtodo 😛
Thanks! 😀 Haha, I’m particularly excited about this one. 😀
Thanks! ^^ It was definitely fun to write in Darkbreeze’s POV. And I’m glad you ship it. 😀 We shall have to see about Breeze. 😛
Also, I love the new avatar 😀
Thanks! 😀
Ayyyyyy I was late for reading this
Oh wow, I loved this chapter! Darkbreeze’s POV is pretty interesting to read, and I like the inside view into WindClan, to be honest 😀 Oh no, the Dark Forest is back I have a very bad feeling for what is going to happen in this book oh nooooooo everyone STAY ALIVEEEEEE I would cry a river if a scene like the Stay Alive Reprise was put into this book
I really loved this chapter, Jayie! Can’t wait for the next one!
Thanks! 😀 Yeah, she’s definitely fun to write for, and it’s nice to see more of WindClan. ^^ Haha, we’ll see. ^^ I’ll try to post again soon.
Really nice
Thanks! 😀
Lucky
By Wolfkit
Chapter 3
Lucky opened his eyes. So much had gone on since the fight yesterday
“Time for training Scar,” Rip mewed.
“Please just call me Lucky during training?” Lucky asked.
“Fine. Just NOT around Scourge!” she replied.
Lucky hopped up and followed Rip. They went behind a butcher shop to train.
“Okay, back kick, I’ll show you…”
Rip looked at her apprentice. “I can see a fire in your eyes. You have the ability to be strong, just a little more practice will do it.”
The fire in his eyes was really his desire to avenge Natalie. He went to a trash bag where he slept.
These chapters are getting short because I don’t have very many ideas for the part with BloodClan. Sorry!
(This is still Lucky: The Story of a Kittypet butI’m shortening the title when I type it. It’s full name is still Lucky: The Story of a Kittypet, but it will from now on will type Lucky instead.)
Crap, I missed Chapter 2 and now I’m confused 😛 Oh well, it was good anyway!
It’s okay, I’ll tell you. 😸
So, when Scourge came along and killed Natalie. He got recruited.
Nooo! ;(
You are supposed to be a little confused because in chapter 2 they didn’t see what happened that night. A lot of the stuff that happens is revealed in later chapters.
Okay so I have already started my fan fiction a while back, (before i discovered Blogclan). And I don’t feel like writing a whole chapter right now, so I am just going to basically show a big scene in my fan-fiction from another character’s point of view.
The Dog-like Creature (Coyote) Encounter
Flintkit glanced around the deserted camp before dashing towards her secret tunnel. It was just barely big enough to fit the largest kit and it was safely hidden behind the nursery. She had discovered it after a storm had washed the dirt away, and from then on she had been using it to admire the forest in which she and the rest of Skyclan lived in. This would be the first time she was actually stepping out of the tunnel, and into the forest.
She crept into the tunnel and followed it’s path towards the forest. Flintkit then emerged into the woodland, alert for any patrols or warriors.
There was a scrabbling behind her and Flintkit turned around just in time to watch her sister, Moonkit, clumsily tumble out of the tunnel. Moonkit quickly got up and hissed in Flintkit’s face, “We’re not supposed to be out of camp, you know that.” Flintkit glared at her sister, “I’m just trying to make the clan proud of us, think about it. If we find the dog-like creature that has been stealing our prey then Palestar will have to make us apprentices!” Moonkit sighed, “Just promise me that you won’t get hurt, I’ll come with you just in case.” Flintkit gazed into her sister’s warm eyes, “I promise.”
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Flintkit’s paws felt like they were about to fall off, she heard Moonkit moan behind her, “We’re so far from camp, and the smell is getting stronger.” “Well we are following the scent so of course it’s getting stronger. I-I think.” Flintkit meowed.
Suddenly the scent trail disappeared completely and Flintkit halted. Moonkit lightly bumped into her, “What’s wrong?” She asked. “The scent is completely gone. Maybe you were right, this was a foolish idea an-“, Flintkit’s meow quickly turned into a screech of pain as something barreled into her side. She felt herself flying between the trees before landing at the roots of a gnarled maple tree. She tried to stand up but a paw pinned her down. She looked up and saw what she assumed was the dog-like creature, it was tan and black, with a long narrow muzzle and a bushy tail. Flintkit wailed and frantically tried to wiggle out of the creature’s grip. The creature lowered it’s muzzle and sank it’s fangs into her neck. She tried to call for help but blood gurgled in her throat, she watched as Moonkit pounced on the creature’s shoulders before being flung away. She watched as her sister flung herself at the creature again, this time latching on to the tip of it’s tail. It barked in pain and raised it’s bloody muzzle to grab Moonkit’s scruff and shake her like a piece of prey, then throw her into a tree trunk. It’s amber eyes gleamed as it lowered it’s muzzle to finish Flintkit off. She feebly struggled as it latched it’s jaws on again, darkness was starting to edge her vision. /No, I promised…./ she thought as the last of her life ebbed away.
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Flintkit stood by her sister’s side, waiting for her to wake up. She lashed her starry tail growled, “Why won’t she wake up?”. Russetclaw rested his tail tip on her shoulder, “She will soon, you just have to wait.”. Flintkit frowned as she sat down, silently willing her sister to open her eyes.
Flintkit knew she wouldn’t be able to see her, she was a member of Starclan now. She sighed as Moonkit twitched and slowly sat up. She watched as Moonkit stared around the nursery, then she turned towards their mother. “Where’s Flintkit?” She asked in a hoarse whisper. Their mother just solemnly nodded towards the clearing. Flintkit followed Moonkit as she stood up and limped into the clearing. Moonkit nudged aside some of the cats that were gathered around something. Suddenly Moonkit let out a wail, “YOU PROMISED ME! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO!”. Flintkit watched, her heart filled with grief as her sister slumped to the ground. She padded up to her solemn sister and sat next to her, “I’m sorry.” She whispered.
Sorry for any mistakes or bad writing, it’s 1am for me right now.
Aww Moonlit seemed to sweet and cute…Great chapter! It was very emotional and with lots of tension! Hoping there’ll be a chapter 2…What’s Flintkit going to do now?
Aww, this is so sad and sweet! It’s wonderful! I feel so bad for Moonkit now… 🙁
Brightwing’s Story
Super Edition
Chapter 16
Brightwing woke up. She yawned and stretched the best she could in the crowded space that was the warrior’s den, and set to work on unruffling her fur from the night.
The cats of ThunderClan had done well to rebuild their home so quickly, and now Brightwing could scarcely tell that just three moons ago fire had destroyed her beloved home. It was lucky that Leaffall had not begun when the destruction took place: it would have taken much longer for the ferns to grow back then, and it would have been more important from the oncoming Leafbare.
Leafbare. She sighed. Such a strife. It seemed like only yesterday when Brightwing as an apprentice took WindClan to find their new camp, after the plants did not grow back after the last one.
But, she must put up with StarClan’s will of Four Seasons, and besides, she had better things to do than let the Leaffall breeze chill her: there was apprentice training to do, and other Clan needs. She glanced at Thornheart beside her, who was getting up and heading straight for the nursery. This was no surprise, as he was going to be the father of Raveneye’s first litter, and it was all she could do to stop him sleeping with her.
Thornheart used to be her mentor, and she was great friends with him, so like many other Clan members, she hoped that the kitting would be a success. From the last look she got of Raveneye, she wouldn’t have to wait that long either.
“Good sleep, Brightwing?”
She turned around to see Beetleleg, the Clan’s best hunter. Her sleek black pelt shone prettily, but her eyes were unfocused and she looked worried. Brightwing longed to ask what was wrong, but she knew that would be nosy to ask the older warrior and instead answered her question politely, and trotted out of the den.
The dawn patrol seemed to have got back, and were reporting to Beechstar. She spotted the freshkill pile and quickly chose a shrew before settling down to eat it.
“Hi there!”
She looked up to see her mate, Bluetuft, followed by Browntail and Silverstripe sitting down beside her.
“Anyone heard anything about Raveneye this morning?” She asked, ever curious, once she’d finished her mouthful.
Silverstripe nodded.
“Pebblenose visited her last night, and apparently Nightwhisker says she’ll not start kitting later than Sunhigh tomorrow.”
“Which I’m guessing basically means she could begin any time soon.” Bluetuft added.
There was pause, and then he asked-
“Are you taking out Rainpaw today? I’m bringing Cedarpaw and Drizzlepaw on the border patrol this morning; you know, it can’t be long until Lightningflash lets them go on dawn patrols. They’re both shaping up well, and I’m guessing learnt a lot in the time they spent rebuilding the camp instead of training. ‘Course, it’ll mean that they’ll be apprentices for a bit longer, but then Rainpaw and Shrewpaw will have more company for longer, which is nice. Has Rainpaw been on a patrol yet?”
Brightwing’s mind wondered as he spoke about her apprentice. He was quite good at fighting, but so far a poor hunter, and he rarely listened to instructions if he thought he had a better one. But he had only been apprenticed about seven days ago, and so he still had a lot to learn.
“Well, I think Gladethistle’s taking Shrepaw out on her first border patrol today, so I suppose there’ll be three apprentices there. But we’ve both agreed that Rainpaw needs to learn a bit more about obedience, making decisions and being more grown up before he gets that far.”
“It’s always the toms that make the trouble! My mentor used to say that to make me behave because I’d try to prove it wasn’t true.” Silverstripe remembered.
“Hmmm, not sure about that. Gladethistle says that Shrewpaw’s always sticking her nose into everything, which sometimes isn’t wise. It’ll get her either in trouble or danger soon, he says.”
“Sounds like what Raveneye used to do as an apprentice,” Silverstripe mewed, “but of course now she’s older and expecting kits, she’s much more grown up.”
Brightwing finished her shrew while the others discussed apprentices and training, and then excused herself to find Rainpaw. He was sitting, looking bored, at the camp entrance, talking idly to Snowclaw and Oakleaf, who were guarding the camp.
“Hey, Rainpaw! Have you had any freshkill yet?”
“Yes, he has! This soft-bellied kittypet came straight out his den to gorzel on the biggest robin I’d ever seen!” Oakleaf meowed for him.
Brightwing gave Rainpaw a stern look.
“Until you learn to catch your own prey for the Clan, you should stick to the small things, especially as Leafbare is coming on. Other cats need it more than greedy apprentices: did you ask the elders, Raveneye or any senior warriors before you ate it, may I ask?” Brightwing knew the answer, and so did every other cat present.
“No, sorry Brightwing. I’ll remember that in the future.”
“Good.” She looked up at the camp guards.
“Sorry if he was distracting or annoying you. I’m taking him out hunting now, which should keep him out of trouble.”
As she hurried through the woods to the training ground, she could tell that Rainpaw was angry with her; he was rarely this quiet. At least he had learnt to keep his temper inside.
“Here we are then. So, can I see your-”
“Brightwing, when will I be able to go on patrols?”
“You shouldn’t interrupt me. Great StarClan, I feel like I’m your mother, always nagging!”
Rainpaw mumbled something.
“What’s that?”
“I said BETTER THAN MY MOTHER!” He yowled.
“Hush! What in StarClan’s name can you mean? Pebblenose is a respected-”
“She’s an elder. No one can be proud of an elder.”
“Rainpaw! Lots of cats don’t even reach being an elder! You should be grateful that your mother made it that far, and now can be a respected member of the Clan. I don’t want to hear any more about this, understand?”
Rainpaw pulled an ugly face.
“Understand?” Brightwing repeated fiercely.
He nodded mutely.
“But, when WILL I be able to go on patrols?”
“We’ve had this conversation before, and the answer hasn’t changed: When you’ve proved yourself a sensible cat.”
“But Shrewpaw is going to go with Cedarpaw, Drizzlepaw, Bluetuft and Flameleaf on the border patrol today!”
“That’s because she’s proved herself to be more sensible.”
“No, it’s because you liked her more.” He growled softly, but Brightwing heard.
“Nonsense!” She hissed, “It isn’t anything to do with me anyway. Besides, who saved you from the fire?”
“You!” Rainpaw looked cheered up at the thought of how his mentor had saved him: he never tired of hearing the tale.
Pleased, Brightwing continued.
“Now then, this isn’t a discussion, it’s a training session. As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted, lets see your best hunting crouch.”
Rainpaw bent low against the ground and lifted up his haunches. He looked down at the ground and his light grey tail was waving in the air above his back legs that were lifted up to different points.
“Well done, you remembered to keep down low and stick your haunches up. You’ve got the correct gist of the position, but you’ll need to now learn the bits that make it effective.”
“Okay, tell me what to do.” Rainpaw asked eagerly.
Encouraged by his enthusiasm, Brightwing carried on.
“So, first of all, we need to make sure that your haunches are the same height, or you won’t have enough balance when you learn to stalk. Lets see, if we move-oh, you are naughty!”
As she was shifting his haunches up, she felt a root that Rainpaw had been using to lean on.
“Rainpaw! What were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry. I just thought if I could keep my back end in position I could sort out the rest of me at the same time.”
Brightwing could see that he really did look sorry, but it wasn’t good enough.
“Listen, I can see your logic, but there won’t always have an available root to lean on. You need to stop this silliness NOW, or we won’t get anything done.”
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Luckily Rainpaw actually listened this time, and Brightwing was delighted with his progress. She managed to get him to remember to keep his tail down and his eyes straight ahead, because she explained what the purpose was. She knew from her short experience so far as a mentor to Rainpaw that to follow instructions immediately, he must know the reason and how it would benefit him.
But his haunches issue was a different matter: for some reason he struggled to lift them properly, and every time needed Brightwing to help. When this happened, he frequently forgot everything else, and his tail would shoot up again. When this happened, Brightwing would sit back both exasperated and anxious.
All in all, the pair were extremely relieved when they caught sight of Shrewpaw and Gladethistle. Rainpaw bounded across the training grounds after them while Brightwing trotted behind.
“Where’s the rest of your patrol? Did you lose them?” Squeaked Rainpaw excitedly.
Shrewpaw looked rather affronted.
“No, course not!”
“We found a badger set, and the older apprentices were going to investigate it. I thought that that was something Shrewpaw could experience another day, and she was tired.” Gladethistle explained, puffing out his dark brown chest as he spoke.
Shrewpaw looked like she would very much like to contradict her mentor about that last fact, but she kept her mouth shut. Another thing that Rainpaw definitely WOULDN’T do.
“Oh, okay. Rainpaw and I were just about finishing our training anyway, so lets head back to camp together. What about going around by the edge of our territory to help the apprentices practice their sense of smell, instead of straight back to camp, if Shrewpaw isn’t too tired?”
“Yes, that would be a good idea. Shrewpaw, how do you feel?”
“I’m fine.” She said firmly.
“Well, that’s settled then. Off we go then!”
Shrewpaw and Rainpaw headed off confidently towards the border that they had memorised over the last few days. Gladethistle and Brightwing followed behind them.
“So, how did your training go?”
“Well, Rainpaw has got the position and the basic structure of it, it’s just his haunches are the problem. He can’t seem to get them the right height, and keep everything else in position. It’s just really hard…”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll get better. I hear his fighting skills are coming on, and maybe hunting isn’t one of his strengths. I shouldn’t be so anxious if were you. He’ll learn.”
Brightwing gave him a grateful look and they continued in silence, broken only occasionally by Gladethistle reminding the apprentices to taste the air ahead of them. She could just about hear their conversation.
“It was so fun! I can’t wait until when you come on a patrol with me! And Bluetuft’s so clever AND fun! I could say: he’s my brother, and Cedarpaw could say: he’s my mentor, but Drizzlepaw could only say: well, he’s funny!”
Well I can say: he’s my mate, Brightwing thought happily, thrilled that the apprentices found Bluetuft so great.
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Hey guys, so here’s another chapter on Brightwing’s Story. I haven’t written a chapter for AGES, so it was nice to get back into the swing of things. (Although I wrote this chapter ages ago and didn’t post it 🙂 ) So now I’m about to write chapter 17! I hope you enjoyed reading!
Nice chapter! Yikes, Rainpaw. That’s all I really need to say. XD
Brightwing’s Story
Super Edition
Chapter 17
Brightwing’s stomach rumbled as she trotted alongside Gladethistle, regretting that she had been training Rainpaw to get in the correct position for hunting today, instead of actually hunting. But as her mother Flameleaf always used to say: No squirrel can climb before it’s learnt to walk.
“Right-ho, Rainpaw, Shrewpaw, stop there will you. Shrewpaw, I would like you to find the edge of the border using your sense of smell. Rainpaw, I’d like you to go in the opposite direction, but do the same task. Off you go.” Gladethistle meowed.
“But don’t go too far out; the border is quite close to here!” Brightwing added helpfully.
As the apprentices set off, Gladethistle let out an amused purr.
“Brightwing, you don’t need to worry! They’re not kits you know!”
“Yeah, I suppose.” She looked guiltily at her well-groomed feet, which contradicted the dark soil. “I guess it’s just that Rainpaw acts so like one I’m worried he’ll get hurt.”
Gladethistle looked understanding, and shot her a look of sympathy.
“Remember that you’re not here to be his mother. If he continues behaving immaturely, then report it to Beechstar. Deprive him of what he likes to do. Miss out days of training, maybe, or advise Beechstar not to take him to gatherings. Show him how real apprentices have to work.”
Brightwing nodded.
“Thanks Gladethistle. I-”
He quiet mew was drowned out by a yowl from Shrewpaw, signalling that she’d found her target. The two warriors met her, and Rainpaw followed.
“I was nearly there, honestly Brightwing! I could smell it and I was just following, but Shrewpaw found it first,” explained Rainpaw defeatedly, glaring at his sister. She was being told off by Gladethistle for yowling as if a pack of dogs were upon her.
“It’s all right Rainpaw. Maybe another time,” Brightwing replied wearily, wondering if she was behaving like a mother again.
Then Gladethistle had them all spray new scent markers, and Rainpaw managed to recite the reasons why the Clans had borders. The cats began to head back to camp, when Brightwing halted sharply.
“What is it?” Gladethistle hissed with an urgent mew.
“Let’s see if our apprentices can work it out. Shrewpaw, Rainpaw, what do you smell?”
Shrewpaw meowed ‘another cat’ a second before Rainpaw yowled ‘ShadowClan ATTACK!’.
“Hush!” Mewed Brightwing in a whisper, “this is serious. Shrewpaw, you were correct – there is another cat behind that rosebush there.”
“I don’t see any roses!” Murmured Rainpaw, confused.
“That’s because it’s LEAFBARE, dumb pigeon!” His sister hissed back, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
“You two, for the sake of StarClan, be quiet!” Gladethistle snapped.
“For all we know, we might be in danger!”
“Right,” Brightwing continued quickly, “Rainpaw, I can understand why you thought it was ShadowClan from their smell. But this cat isn’t from the Clans. See if you can smell that.”
There was a pause in which the two small cats uncertainly sniffed the air.
Brightwing stopped them.
“So, listen to me. You two, get behind Gladethistle and me. You might need to fight. I’m going to investigate.”
Brightwing didn’t wait to see if they’d followed the order, but instantly began creeping up from behind the bush. She almost slithered across the rotting leaves, and narrowly avoided being spiked by the sharp thorns. They were the only bit of the bush that seemed to be alive, but she knew that in New-Leaf it would be decorated with green shoots and beautiful pink and white roses.
“Gee-yah!”
The sudden war-cry took her by surprise, and she was toppled off her feet by a blurred shape. It was a heavy she-cat, and well muscled, but thin. Brightwing guessed in a split second that life hadn’t been treating this cat nicely, and then kicked her off her exposed belly with her strong back legs. The she-cat flew in the air for about half a heartbeat, before landing roughly on a pile of fallen thorns.
She was quite clearly winded, but managed to get up with only a slight struggle. Brightwing was impressed, but launched herself at her before she could attack again.
The cat met her in mid air, but Brightwing was more ready. As the two thundered to the ground, she quickly sliced downward on the cat’s face, with her claws unsheathed. Before the she-cat could respond, she gracefully slid away and allowed Gladethistle to pin the cat to the ground.
Brightwing walked forwards to examine her attacker. She was struggling to get free, but Gladethistle held her in a tight spot. The cat was evidently young, and seemed to be a pretty light brown and white tortoiseshell, through layers of mud and thorns. It would have been a comical sight, had the rogue’s hot green eyes not been piercing into her amber ones. They seemed to match those of a much older cat.
“Let me go!” She spat, her rage and frustration scent filling the air, while attempting to claw at Gladethistle’s belly.
Brightwing pretended not to care, and began to lick at her wounds from the cat’s sharp claws. Her tail was still fluffed up in excitement, but she let the rest of her fur lie flat in mock calm. Rainpaw slid up next to her, Shrewpaw by his side.
“That was a great fight! I wish I could’ve joined in, I would’ve really given her some wounds to think about!” Rainpaw mewed admirably.
“Yeah, that was so cool Brightwing!” Shrewpaw added.
“What was that move where you did the downward movement with your claw?”
“That’s called a Front Paw Strike. You slice down with your front paws with your claws unsheathed, on the body or face of your opponent. It’s a frontal attack. I’ll remind Gladethistle to teach it to you next fighting session.”
“Brightwing…”Rainpaw meowed in warning.
But she was ready. In the corner of her eye she had been watching Gladethistle growing slowly weaker from the slices the she-cat had been raking down his belly. His blood was dripping onto her eyes, and it was a rather gruesome sight, but the she-cat had carried on determinedly. Now she had broken free, and was standing a fox-leap away from Gladethistle, who had collapsed. Brightwing signalled for the apprentices to resume their defensive position, and ambled up to meet her enemy. She didn’t seem to be so hostile now.
“You’d better get him some help. He won’t last that long with so much bleeding.”
Brightwing was surprised by the hollow grief in her voice as she spoke, as if Gladethistle was a close friend. She was immediately cautious.
“I bet you’re glad your kits didn’t get hurt.” She nodded towards Rainpaw and Shrewpaw.
“Those aren’t my kits,” Brightwing hissed guardedly, through gritted teeth, “they’re my apprentice and his.”
“Apprentice?” The cat asked, confused.
There came a gasp of pain from Gladethistle.
“Never mind about that,” he rasped, “why are you on our territory?”
The cat looked genuinely shocked.
“I-I didn’t mean to. I was looking for the Clans.”
Brightwing felt her ears prick up. What on earth was this cat looking for the Clans for?
“We are from the Clans. Why do you seek us?” Shrewpaw mewed in a deep, false voice.
Brightwing suppressed a mrrow a laughter at the small cat’s attempt to sound impressive, and the rogue laughed out loud.
“Shrewpaw!” Gladethistle groaned warningly, “this is not the ti-”
“Save your strength.” The rogue shot sharply at him, and then turned to Brightwing.
“So your apprentice speaks!”
Brightwing didn’t bother correcting her.
“Why are you looking for us?”
The she-cat’s gaze gave nothing away. She then closed them for a heartbeat, and when they opened they were glazed.
“Because I want something to live for again. Right now the days merge into one like there’s no day or night, and I could carry on like this until I died, which won’t be long because I never find enough food, and even then I wouldn’t tell a difference. I haven’t a purpose. I am told that the Clans are fierce. They fight like wild dogs and own this forest. Woe betide anything that enters. And yet I did, because I have nothing to lose. Please. I want to join you.”
Her speech was moving and effective, but Brightwing still didn’t trust her. Her mew had guilt in it, and she didn’t even seem to trust herself. Brightwing shot a shared look of indecision with Gladethistle, but she could tell that he was fast weakening. The she-cat was right; he wouldn’t last much longer. She couldn’t waste any more time on this pitiful rogue.
“We are warriors of ThunderClan. We will speak to our leader about this. If you still want to join, then we will meet you here, by this rosebush at dawn tomorrow. But stay off our territory before then. And don’t pretend you don’t know what a territory is, because you do.” She glared at the cat, and watched her fade from sight as she sprinted away.
Then she began to get organised. Shrewpaw, Rainpaw, grab either side of Gladethistle. I’ll help if you need it. We need to get to camp as fast as possible. C’mon.”
They headed back painfully slowly, and Brightwing swapped with one apprentice every now and then. By the time they arrived back at camp, she was certain that Gladethistle’s heartbeat had slowed.
Panicking, she dropped him outside the medicine cat den.
“Morningsun? Nightwhisker?” She yowled out the names of the ThunderClan medicine cats, ignoring the inquisitive cats around her.
Luckily both were just sorting out herbs, and dashed out at her call. Oakleaf and Shimmerfrost took him inside their den, and then everyone was ushered out.
“What happened?” Shimmerfrost, his mate, asked pleadingly.
“It was a rogue. Don’t worry, it was just his belly. He’s sure to be all right.”
At that moment Morningsun appeared.
“Quite right Brightwing. We’ll jut give him cobwebs to stop the bleeding, and a poultice of lots of herbs like Chervil, Dried Oak Leaf and Horsetail to stop infection. Then poppy seeds will do the trick to help him calm down.”
Brightwing realised that the young medicine cat was listing the herbs to keep Shimmerfrost calm and feeling as if everything was in control. She gave her a lick on the head for her tactfulness.
“Thanks, Morningsun. I’ll just report to Beechstar if you don’t mind. Shrewpaw, Rainpaw, you’d better come too.”
She lead the way up to Beechstar’s den. Once she was let in by a sleepy leader, Brightwing poured out the whole story, including the rogues speech. Beechstar looked thoughtful.
“What do you think?”
“I think that she’s honestly been through some hard times, and maybe could deserve a rest. But she didn’t exactly gain my trust, and will need some taming before she’ll be a ThunderClan warrior. I think that she’s work hard anyway.”
Beechstar paused.
“I’ll call a Clan meeting: ThunderClan probably want to know what’s going on.”
He gracefully slid out of his den, with Brightwing at his heel. The two apprentices were deep in conversation, and when they were out of the den, began eagerly discussing with the other apprentices, Cedarpaw and Drizzlepaw.
“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan Meeting!”
Beechstar hardly needed to ask, but the cats neatly assembled themselves below him anyway. Brightwing spotted Bluetuft, and wound her way between the cats to sit in between him and Snowclaw.
“Brightwing brings me news of a rogue trespassing on our territory!”
Their were shocked gasps and mews of outrage.
“I hope she chased it off!” Thornheart yowled above every cat.
“Indeed she did. But before that, they had a brief fight. Brightwing says that this cat was a young she-cat, about the same age as herself, well-muscled but hungry, and had claws like sharp thorns.”
There was silence in the clearing.
“The rogue asked if she could join our Clan. She said that she had no purpose in life and wouldn’t know if she died. She said that she had nothing to lose. She was vicious, but sad. Almost pitying Gladethistle, despite clawing him. This cat seems to have two sides. Do we trust her?”
There were yowls as the Clan made their opinion heard. But no cat could hear a thing, and Beechstar silenced them.
“I think that the easiest thing to do here would be to make a vote. Those in favour of her joining the Clan, raise your tail.”
Brightwing lifted hers almost without thinking. Bluetuft simultaneously copied, and they looked to see who else had their tails up. Surprisingly, Nightwhisker did, but Morningsun didn’t. The others were Silverstripe, Beetleleg, Raveneye and Browntail. That left eight of the Clan without their tails raised. All breaths were held, and then Stonepelt, the oldest cat in the Clan, raised a dark grey tail.
Instantly the Clan began yowling outrage at the cats who had chosen for the rogue to stay. Brightwing stood tall and proud with her decision. The rogue would stay! She was confused at why she was so jubilant. She had attacked her, and maybe Brightwing had fallen into her spell. Whatever had happened, Brightwing hoped that she would never regret her decision.
Beechstar once more motioned for silence.
“The Clan has made their choice. Respect that. I would now like to talk to my senior warrior in my den. He whisked his tail round and headed inside his den. Oakleaf, Lightningflash,Silverstripe and Flameleaf followed.
The Clan broke into discussion again. Brightwing saw the apprentices having their own vote. Only Cedarpaw voted for the rogue to stay.
It wasn’t long before the cats exited Beechstar’s den.
“We have decided that we will collect this rogue at dawn tomorrow, as Brightwing promised. She will train with us for a moon, and if she doesn’t show considerable progress, we will throw her out. Agreed?”
“Agreed!” The Clan answered back as one.
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Here it is! It only took approximately an hour! :p Don’t worry, Brightwing gets to eat a robin behind the scenes at the end, because she is so STARVING HUNGRY! I’ll get back to you in another chapter next week about how the rogue (called Ivy in case any of you were wondering) is getting on and about Raveneye’s first litter! 🙂 Yay! Sorry about posting two chapters in a row, but as I mentioned, I didn’t post it because I didn’t know if I wanted to add anymore to it. Apologies about the VERY long length AGAIN and please comment! Thanks for reading! 🙂
Nice chapter! I’m really excited to see what’s going on with the rogue! 😀
Thanks Wavepaw! I think you probably read all of my chapters every time and then comment! That means a lot to me, so thank you so much! No one else has the same commitment for reading my chapters! And you’ll see what’s going to happen…I’m about to start writing the next chapter!
Hollyleaf’s Dream
By Wolfkit
Hollyleaf closed her eyes.
“Night Fallen Leaves,” she meowed.
Hollyleaf opened her eyes and looked up to see a hole in the roof of the cave. Something was on either side of her that was heavy. She had wings! She wanted to try them out and flew through the hole. She flew above camp, and saw that Jayfeather and Lionblaze had them too!
“Come on brothers!” she called her litter mates and they flew up into the clouds. “What is that?”
On one of the clouds was a fire with a few cats on it. She noticed Jayfeather and Lionblaze, herself, Squirrelflight, and Ashfur. Suddenly, all the black feathers on her wings and the shattered and fell to the ground along with her.
She landed on the hard, cold, rock. She saw her brothers fly infront of the sun. Another cat that she did not recognize flew up with them. She had wings too. Something grew on her sides, but they were not normal wings. They were wings of tears. They were holes in them and they dripped on the rock.
A cat ran up. It scratched her and she bled. She closed her eyes with some cats standing around her. She had noticed that the winged cats were fighting other cats.
Fallen Leaves put some leaves on her leg.
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Sorry that Ididn’t include Hollyleaf killing Ashfur and I made Hollyleaf have wings of tears and cats can’t cry.
That’s so creepily realistic! It’s probably what Hollyleaf actually dreamt in the tunnels!
Warriors: Out of the Shadows
Book 1: Rising Sun
Chapter Three
“Fine. Speckleleaf, you can lead a patrol to scout around the territory. Take Rocktail, Webflight, Shiverflame, and Cloudpaw.” Snowstar sighed.
Smokestripe leaped to his paws. “Snowstar’s sending out patrols again!” He heard Rushstorm mew excitedly beside him. Honeywhisker nodded, tail flicking. “We won’t be kept in camp any longer!”
He watched as Speckleleaf summoned the cats in question with a flick of her tail, leading them out of camp. She was a loyal warrior with a good head on her shoulders, and the patrol knew their way around. They would be safe. He saw Webflight pause for a brief moment, touching noses with his mate, Emberdusk.
“Be safe, okay? Those rogues seem dangerous.” Emberdusk warned.
“Don’t worry, Emberdusk. I’ll be back.” Webflight laughed softly, turning to join the patrol.
Webflight and Emberdusk were two of the younger warriors, Smokestripe remembered. Their kits, Juniperkit, Blazekit, and Breezekit, were only a little over a half-moon old. The other queen, Silvercloud, was older, one of the senior warriors before moving to the nursery expecting Antshade’s kits. Pricklekit and Gingerkit were three moons old now, and they were as lively as any cat could imagine.
Smokestripe could see the two now as they hurtled after Russetpaw, throwing themselves on top of the young tom and bringing him crashing to the ground.
“Aah, they got me! Amberpaw, help!” He called.
Amberpaw, Russetpaw’s sister, leaned back again the camp wall. “Nah, this looks like it’ll be fun.”
Russetpaw growled in mock anger as he was swarmed by Pricklekit and Gingerkit. “I’ll get you for this!”
Amberpaw turned away, grinning. “In your dreams, bro.”
Smokestripe tried not to laugh as Gingerkit jumped on Russetpaw’s head. “Amberstar, look! We defeated the evil rogue!”
Amberpaw nodded her approval. “Good job!”
“Pricklekit! Gingerkit! Get off poor Russetpaw!” Silvercloud called.
The two kits giggled as they scampered away, hiding mischievous looks. Smokestripe turned away, smiling, as he padded around the camp. A little exercise can’t hurt, can it? A sudden yelp made him stumble back, jumping as Shrewpaw tripped and nearly collided with him. The medicine cat apprentice twisted so his shoulder hit the ground instead of his face, although he dropped the bundle of herbs he was carrying.
“Sorry!” The smaller grey tom apologized quickly, trying to scrape together the herbs which had scattered all over the ground ahead of them.
“Shrewpaw!” The medicine cat, Whitewhisker, stalked over to observe the mess Shrewpaw was desperately trying to clean as fast as he could.
The young apprentice froze. “Y-yes?”
“What did you do this time! Now I have to make another bundle,” he snapped.
Shrewpaw hung his head, ashamed. “Sorry, Whitewhisker.”
Whitewhisker sniffed, turning away. “Clean it up and come back to the medicine den,” he sighed irritably.
Smokestripe watched as the grouchy medicine cat padded back to the medicine den, whiskers twitching. “What was that all about?” He asked.
Shrewpaw gathered the spilled herbs into a pile. “Oh, nothing. He always acts like that.”
Smokestripe shrugged. “Okay then, if you say so. Isn’t Whitewhisker being a little hard on you, though? You’re only three quarter-moons into your training.”
Shrewpaw shook his head quickly. “No! Nothing like that! It’s just… complicated.” He finished vaguely, rolling the herbs into a bundle and carrying them away.
Smokestripe frowned, watching Shrewpaw hurry away.
“Hello,” a voice sounded from the camp entrance, making him jump. He whirled around to see a brown she-cat pad into the camp. “My name is Acacia, and I would like to see Snowstar.”
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Sorry it was a little short, I’m on tight time restrictions. Feedback is welcome! 😀
Awesome chapter! I wonder what Acacia’s up to… also, Amberpaw and Russetpaw are hilarious! 😛 (btw I love the name Acacia 😀 )
Thanks! You’ll find out what she’s doing in a chapter or two 😉 (and yeah I love the name Acacia too so I’ll try to give her a little character development throughout the series) 😀
Mania
Dewrose is a feverishly faithful medicine cat. She lives a life of piety and strict devotion, vowing never to be touched by the “disease” of love. However, fate has other plans. Rainstripe, her demented yet brilliant mentor, commits suicide. Her leader reveals shocking information and gives Dewrose an uncanny order. A wild, charming warrior catches her eye. Dewrose is thrown into a headlong spiral of events, that for better or worse, will change her forever.
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Yaaaaaay, I’m going to stop being lazy and finally write another multichapter fanfic! Hype!
This is so awesome Cy!
Ooh, this sounds awesome! Hype!
Raindrop’s Destiny
By Wolfkit
Chapter 1
Rainkit walked out of the nursery. She was bored, and tired.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Snakekit asked.
Snakekit was a goody-two-paw. Rainkit on the other paw was a troublemaker. She was the one who got them suspended two more moons in the nursery while Hopepaw and Pinepaw went to become apprentices. Rainkit would become an apprentice tomarrow, and she wanted to sneak out of camp just one more time.
Rainkit hopped away while some senior Warriors were sharing tounges with eachother. She dashed away to see the river. RiverClan was her home.
“I’m born into RiverClan, I’m able to swim!” Rainkit mewed.
She jumped into the river and her strong webbed paws, but a strong wave pulled her under.
She breathed hard, but she couldn’t look because of the water and her paws weren’t strong to face under water currents. She spun around the currents and ran out of breath.
“We need you Rainkit,” said a voice.
“You are part of the phophecy,” mewed another one.
“What prochecy are you talking about?” Rainkit opened her eyes.
Three cats were standing there. Goldenpelt, Quailheart, and another cat she never met stood there.
“Quailheart, Lionclaw and I all need you to know that you are part of the prophecy, the flood shall put out the fire.”
Lionclaw’s ginger fur glicened. “Tomarrow you shall become an apprentice, meet me every night in your dreams,”
“Am I in StarClan?” Rainkit asked.
“You will be every night,” Lionclaw faded away along with Goldenpelt and Quailheart.
Rainkit was back under the water and was now strong. She pushed up with all of her might. She took a deap breath as she reached the surface. She opened her eyes and got out of the water immediately ran for the nursery.
“What are doing all wet?” Snakekit mewed.
“Talking with StarClan,” Rainkit replied
Snakekit rolled his eyes. “StarClan? Haven’t I already told you that you need to stop believing in Clan lore and cat-tail?”
Though she was the troublemaker of the bunch, she was the only kit out of her littermates that bilieved in StarClan, even though their mother was a strong believer. She wished she could tell him all about the conversation, but her mother Rosestripe, said prophecies freak cats out and that you should never reveal it. She hissed with frustration at Snakekit at dashed to her den. Why wouldn’t he just listen?!
She wondered what it would be like being part of the prophecy and what her responsibilities would be. “The flood shall put out the fire.”
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I’m so excited to do both Lucky and Raindrop’s Destiny! (Yes the title is her warrior name) The hype will be awesome!
Ooh cool! I think that Rainkit is going to be a medicine cat! Why don’t her Littermates believe in StarClan? Don’t all Clan cats believe in StarClan? IS it set in the future where not many cats believe in them?
A Raven Among The Stars
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Prologue
Cloudspirit sighed as he glanced down at his sister, lying beside this Dawnclan tom. This will only bring trouble. I must stop her before someone gets hurt. He thought. He nudged her awake, and she drowsily looked up at him. “Cloudspirit!” She jumped up, surprised and shocked. “Why are you here with this tom?” Cloudspirit demanded. “I… Umm…. We were…. battling! I had no idea we had fallen asleep!” The small she-cat said, trying to act as natural as possible. She turned around and looked at the tom. “Get away you Dawnclan vermin!” She hissed. The tom jumped in surprise. He looked hurt, until he noticed that Cloudspirit was standing beside her. Cloudspirit shook his head. “Snowtail, you must stop seeing this tom. And don’t tell me you were battling. There’s not a drop of blood on your white fur.” Cloudspirit told her, his heart aching heavily. He knew what it was like to love someone who you couldn’t love. Memory of a black she-cat and his kits, a tom and a she-cat, lying dead, with a rogue standing over them, blood soaking his paws. As far as he knew, forbidden love only brought hurt and betrayal with it. The tom got up and rubbed against Snowtail, murmuring in her ear. “I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Snowtail looked up at him. “See you tomorrow night, Reedfur.” She murmured to him. Reedfur! Cloudspirit thought. He was the Dawnclan deputy. The brown tom swam across the river, giving Cloudspirit a slight nod of farewell. “Snowtail,” Cloudspirit turned to the white she-cat. “I love him, okay? I can’t help it! And he loves me too. Do you want me to just ignore that, and move on in life?” Snowtail’s eyes started to water. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me-” Cloudspirit cut her off. “I know, but he’s from a different clan. You know what the warrior code says. What if there’s a battle?” Cloudspirit pointed out. “Well maybe the warrior code needs to change!” Snowtail ran off into the undergrowth. Cloudspirit sighed. He knew she would go on seeing Reedfur, she was so stubborn that she would keep seeing him if the clan leader ripped her ears off. Of course, he could never tell Rainstar about this. If he did so, Snowtail would never trust him again. He padded back into camp and into his den. He wished his apprentice was still in there to keep him company. As he padded past his herb store, he noticed that he didn’t have much borage left. I’ll have to gather some tomorrow. He noted. It was, the middle of the night, of course. He laid down in his nest and thought. Snowtail could be so close minded sometimes! Cloudspirit had the weird sensation that someone was watching him, and glanced over to where his apprentice’s nest used to be. A grey cat with blue eyes and shining fur laid there, looking at Cloudspirit. “Jaycloud!” Cloudspirit exclaimed. Jaycloud padded over to him and sat, looking up through a hole in the roof, towards the sky as if looking for something. Cloudspirit traced his gaze to a point in the sky where no stars shone. “Is that the Place of No Stars?” Cloudspirit asked. Jaycloud looked down at him and said, “Just wait.” They sat there for a moment longer, until a star flashed quickly across the sky. Cloudspirit jumped in surprise. His old apprentice looked at him. “When the Star leaves, the darkness shall come, and the Raven shall bring the Star to it’s paws.” Jaycloud said ominously. Cloudspirit tried to make sense of what his friend had just told him. “All will be clear in time.” Jaycloud told him, before slowly fading away. It sounded as if the Raven that he spoke of would kill the light, sending terror over the forest. Cloudspirit laid in his nest again. What ever happened, whatever the darkness brought, he would be ready to protect the Star from the Raven.
Wonderful chapter! Cloudspirit seems to think the Raven is the villain, but it sounds to me they’re the good guy…?
I’ll be updating “A Raven Among The Stars” EVERY DAY! So keep it locked, on Raven Channel. 😛
Warriors: Out of the Shadows
Book 1: Rising Sun
Chapter Four
Smokestripe slowly backed away, whiskers twitching uneasily. Shrewpaw nervously peeked out of the medicine den. Russetpaw and Amberpaw froze, looking up from their friendly argument. Rushstorm and Honeywhisker came to stand beside Smokestripe while Silvercloud shepherded her kits back into the nursery.
“Who’s that?” Sandpaw challenged, eyes narrowed.
“Sandpaw!” His mentor, Maplecloud, scolded. “Don’t be rude!”
Sandpaw’s snorted and turned away, ears twitching.
“Hello,” Smokestripe turned to see Snowstar approaching the rogue she-cat. “Who are you, and what are you doing in my camp?”
“My name is Acacia, I’m at your service, sir.” Acacia replied curtly.
“Hmm,” Snowstar noted. “I still want to know what you want.”
Snowstar wasn’t usually this hostile, Smokestripe remembered. But dark times had come upon them, and everyone was becoming a little sharp on the tongue.
“Well first things first, don’t be afraid,” Acacia warned, turning to the camp entrance. “You can come in now.”
Smokestripe watched as a black tom with a white chest padded into the camp, followed by a grey-and-white tom who looked about an apprentice’s age, a brown tabby she-cat and a grey tom with white flecks walking side-by-side, who must’ve been guards of some kind, and finished by an old white tom limping along after.
“Great, more rogues!” Sandpaw sighed frostily.
“What are they doing here?” Whitewhisker hissed.
“Hush,” Snowstar warned. “We don’t know who they are yet.”
Although they were brothers, Snowstar and Whitewhisker did not get along very well, constantly at odds with each other.
“We wish you no harm here, ” Acacia meowed impatiently. “Meet my group. This is Ice, Crag, Robin, Pike, and Flurry.” “We really don’t want a fight,” Ice, the old cat, wheezed. “We just want to talk.”
Snowstar stood there for several moments, considering the request. “Fine,” he agreed at last. “I’ll give you a chance to explain yourselves.”
“We have an offer for you,” Acacia started. “I believe an alliance would protect both of our groups.”
Smokestripe froze, mouth gaping. One of the rogue groups giving them so much trouble wanted an alliance with them? Rushstorm and Honeywhisker looked just as shocked, pelts fluffed out in surprise. The two siblings sat there now, exchanging a nervous glance with each other. Smokestripe turned his attention back to Acacia, who simply sat there calmly, in contrast to the Clan cats.
“What? Why would I ally ShadowClan with a bunch of rogues!” Snowstar exclaimed.
“We aren’t just a bunch of rogues, mind you,” Acacia reminded the confused leader. Crag and Robin, the grey tom and brown tabby she-cat, sat there quietly, while Pike, the black tom, shifted his weight from one paw to another excitedly. Ice whispered something into Acacia’s ear while Flurry, the young grey-and-white tom, pulled his ears back, expressionless. Acacia shook her head at Ice’s whispered words. Smokestripe could just barely hear her quiet reply.
“They wouldn’t attack us in their own camp, if they are truly cats of honor.” She murmured.
Ice shrugged. “I just don’t know about this,” he croaked.
Snowstar was just below the hazel branch he made his announcements from, conferring with Echofrost, Antshade, Silvercloud, Toadflame, and Falconwing, something the apprentices had dubbed “The Secret Council”. After a few minutes of anticipation, Snowstar turned to face Acacia.
“No.” He said firmly.
Smokestripe’s fur fluffed out, appalled. Was Snowstar seriously rejecting an alliance?
“W-why?” Flurry stammered. Pike stopped shifting in excitement, mouth gaping.
“Why do you say this?” Acacia asked. If she was surprised, she was certainly good at hiding it.
Snowstar sniffed. “I’m sorry, but I’m not ready to trust any rogues yet. Besides, who’s to say you won’t betray us the moment you get the chance?”
Acacia’s whiskers twitched. “Well, if that’s how you put it, I believe we’ll be leaving now. Come on,” she replied curtly, turning to her group. “We have a war to fight, let’s move along.”
Ice shambled into the woods, followed by Flurry and Pike. Crag and Robin hesitated before following them as well. Acacia paused, throwing one last look at the Clan cats.
“Hmm. ShadowClan’s leader Snowstar,” she mused. “Good luck.”
She turned away and padded out of the clearing, blending in with the shadows of the camp wall before disappearing.
The ShadowClan cats sat there for a while, not a word being spoken. Finally, Gingerkit piped up from the nursery.
“What’s gonna happen to us now?”
Snowstar stood there for a while, stunned. “I-I don’t know.”
“Good job, mousebrain!” Whitewhisker snapped. “Now we just lost our only chance of making it through this war alive!”
“Hey!” Smokestripe protested. “Don’t talk to him like that! Weren’t you the one who was so against having the rogues in the camp?”
Whitewhisker turned his cold glare on Smokestripe, instantly hushing the grey warrior. In truth, he was every bit as shocked as the others, but he didn’t want to see his leader being humiliated in front of the Clan.
“He’s right, Whitewhisker,” Echofrost meowed. “You have no right to openly insult our leader.”
Whitewhisker simply growled, heading for the medicine den. “Fine.” He muttered.
“Sn-Snowstar!” A hoarse cry sounded from the camp entrance. Speckleleaf dragged herself into the camp, covered in dust and blood. Rocktail followed, supporting a half-conscious Webflight. Both were covered in fresh bite and claw marks, blood dripping from every wound. Shiverflame dragged Cloudpaw into sight, breathing heavily. “We’re under attack!”
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So yeah, I feel kind of guilty for making the first three chapters so short, so I tried to make this one a little longer. Now we get to know another one of the rogue groups, and the frosty (Frosty 😉 ) relationship between Snowstar and Whitewhisker. I also snuck three Hamilton references in here, see if you can spot them 😉 . Chapters Five and Six should hopefully be out before Christmas!
Wow! Jam-packed! I think Snowstar is an idiot for refusing an alliance based mostly on prejustice, and I seriously doubt her group got the message/went to the patrol fast enough to wound them that heavily, so it’s probably another group. But perhaps they knew about it and were ready to defend. Yikes. Great chapter! And I loved the Hamilton references 😀
Thanks! It definitely wasn’t Acacia’s group 😉 Snowstar isn’t the brightest leader around, I guess 😛
Well, perhaps they knew about it. Acacia seems really smart, the opposite of Snowstar 😛