This.
This is going to be a long story.
Authors note-
Hello! So this is going to be a slight crossover between Warriors cats and Naruto. Not as in set in the shinobi world or anything but I am going to be giving out a list here of differences in this story and the main one.
-No two-legs (humans), they don't exist in this world.
-Cats can use chakra, I thought this would be a twist on the story.
-The clans have headbands, except there usually around their neck. Look up the clans designs or whatever and that's whats on them.
-The thunder-paths and two-leg place are there. But they are abandoned. No one knows how they got there.
-eventually when they have to move to the lake. Ill make it some natural disaster.
-pretty much everything else is cannon. Which is not much when you put all this in to play.
OK, that's out of the way. So a main point in this is that the protagonist will be born with the sharingan (Hence name Copy Cat) and I will have two other cats have the rinnegan and byakugan. Not sure which ones yet but they will be cannon characters. OCs will consist of a large portion of the clan, because the allegiances do not delve deep into how many cats are in each clan, and I will be making and pointing out in later chapters that the territories and camps are MUCH larger.
Please do not flame this, I did work hard. I would love it if you all just read it. If the fact that they can use chakra or whatever turns you down on this story, at least give it a try. I'm sure you'll love it.
One more note. They do use some variation of hand-signs for jutsus and stuff but it will not go into detail of them so you can use your imagination.
I do not own warriors or anything shinobi related. I only own OCs.
Copy Cat.
Prologue.
A black and white cat named Tallstar could be seen pacing back and forth outside of the nursery. Nervous? That wouldn't begin to explain his state. His beloved mate was currently giving birth to his kits. His first. Emotions swirled through his head at the speed of the fasted thing you could think of. His mate, Dapplefur, was a beautiful orange tabby with patches of dark green on her belly.
He met her a long time ago. When he was an apprentice of 4 moons, she had just become one. She was nervous to talk to others, as she felt alone. A single kit with no father figure. She came over to him and asked his name. He replied and asked hers. After that, he asked her to join him for a meal. Quickly becoming friends. They would talk all the time, they would hunt together, they would sleep beside each other, they were the best of friends. And their relationship only grew after she was made warrior only shortly after him. Much later, she developed a sickness. One incurable. The medicine cat did all he could to cure her. But it was to no avail.
When she learned she was expecting kits. She was scared. Not for herself, but her kits. As much as Tallstar tried to tell her differently, she knew her sickness would kill her during birth. But Tallstar would not believe it. Halfway through her pregnancy. He became leader, and had the medicine cat devote a lot of resources to her. Now, all he could do was wait.
"Tallstar." Barkface came out of the nursery tired and downtrodden. Making Tallstar even more worried and nervous.
"What happened in there. Is she alright. Why do you have that look?" Tallstar shout out questions from his mouth faster than the aforementioned medicine cat could comprehend.
"Tallstar, she, she didn't make it."
Tallstar dropped to his belly, finding his paws unable to hold him above the ground. Silent sobs racked his body as his clan looked on in sadness.
"The kits?" he asked. Regaining his composure.
"Three, two stillborn."
"I-, I see." Tallstar said, shakily standing back up. "May I see the kit?"
"Of course, he is strong. He will survive." The medicine cat said, leading him into the nursery.
As Tallstar entered the nursery, he almost dropped to the ground again, as he saw his mate and stillborn kits moved together. As to seem as they were alive. But only sleeping. Moving towards the small orange tabby with dark green paws. He saw something he didn't expect. Most kits born mewled and cried for milk or their mother, but this kit, no. He looked on with his closed eyes at his mother and siblings, as if he knew they were dead, and as if he overcame grief to appear strong.
Tallstar moved up to his only living kit and looked down, as his kit looked up at him. Tallstar was about to move down to his kit to bring him closer, he noticed something. His kits eyelids started to move. "Should he be opening his eyes already?"
"No. He shouldn't open them for about a week." Barkface said as he came in closer for a look.
The kit shook his head and moved his paw up to his eyes to rub them, and looked back up. When he opened his eyes. The two cats breaths hitched, they were expecting amber, maybe green, possibly even blue. But what stared back at them, is something they have never seen. Staring into their eyes, were a set of red eyes, with a circular pupil, a ring around it closer to the whites of the eyes, with a tomeo shaped black mark, slowly circling around the pupils.
Mosskit was different than the others. He knew this. When he was born, he was sent to a cat with a strange scent. He knew his mother was dead, so this was not her. He knew he acted differently than the others. This cat cared for him like her own. But he wasn't, so he managed to ween himself off of her milk and eat real food by one moon, while his foster siblings still acted like newborns, mewling and feeding of their mothers milk. The other cats could see his maturity, he acted older, but not arrogantly, just more mature.
Mosskit was currently three moons old, along with his siblings Whitekit and Runningkit. While they played and had fun, as most kits should. He used a feature of his eyes that he told no one. When he was walking around the camp about a moon ago, he noticed Webkit being shown how to use a henge, to transform into his mother, when his mother showed him how to do it. Something, clicked, in the back of his mind.
Later on in the day, he realized what it was. By watching Ashfoot henge, his eyes copied everything about it. How it worked, the proper amount of chakra to use, the paw-sign. He had copied it, and he had been able to henge perfectly, as if he had been practising for years. After that, he had snuck out of camp multiple times to watch apprentices practice things like bunshin, tree-walking and kawarimi.
I'm not sure if father will go for it, but it is worth a shot. Mosskit thought as he headed towards the leaders den, where Tallstar probably was.
"Father?" Mosskit called out.
"Yes Mosskit, what is it?" his father asked as he stepped out of his den.
"To become an apprentice, you have to be able to preform the bunshin, kawarimi, and henge perfectly, right?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"Well, most cats become apprentices at six moons, I was wondering if that was a rule or that's just when you thought they were ready?" Mosskit asked.
"Well," Tallstar looked to his side at the camp as he spoke, "While most cats become apprentices at six moons, that is not always the case, as sometimes in war or tough times, many kits need to become apprentices sooner to help out. Thus the parent will usually start them on chakra control and the three apprentice jutsu much sooner. But no, there isn't actually an age rule, why?"
"Can I take the test?" He asked.
Now, Tallstar was just expecting his son to be curious, even though he is a great deal more mature than most kits and some apprentices, he was still a kit and just wanted to know something that he didn't. But at this Tallstars jaw nearly hit the ground.
"W-what? Son, your three moons old, you don't even know how to use your chakra properly" Tallstar looked down at his son with a chuckle.
"You said there were no age restrictions, therefore, if I pull off these three jutsu I would have passed the test, becoming an apprentice." Mosskit replied with his usual emotionless expression.
Tallstar sighed. He didn't want to ruin his sons dreams, and he didn't want to call a clan meeting to have his son humiliate himself.
"Alright, well go out of camp a bit, then I want you to show me what you are able to do. OK?"
"Alright." Mosskit said, the tiniest smile visible on his features.
"Alright, follow me."
Tallstar has seen things in his life, he has seen good things, bad things, amazing things. But this, this pretty much broke him. As he has now been standing in the same spot for about ten minutes, thinking of the ways his three moon old son had managed to preform three jutsu, without the tiniest hint of chakra exhaustion.
"Son, how did you do that?" He was finally able to ask, now that his brain started to work again.
"I practised" he replied, not a total lie. But he wasn't ready to tell people about his eyes, they were his. So he decided who got to know what about them.
"Shouldn't you be, I don't know, winded? At least? Preforming those three jutsu in succession will take some chakra."
"No, I would guess my chakra levels around mid apprentice level." Mosskit told him with a much more noticeable smile across his muzzle.
Tallstar looked down at his son in disbelief, he had learned and practised evident chakra control and three jutsu without him knowing.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked his son.
"I dunno. Wanted it to be a surprise." He replied.
Tallstar looked towards the camp and started to walk towards it. "Come on Mosskit, lets go back. When Webkit takes the test next week, I will let you take it with him.."
"OK!" Mosskit now openly showed the most emotion he has ever seen. Making Tallstar smile.
When Mosskit, no, Mosspaw, now. When Mosspaw first entered the apprentice den, he was not expecting a warm welcome. To say the least, he was right. He was half the size of the rest of the apprentices, small enough that he had to tie his warrior collar, a blue cloth with a metal plate, with the Windclan insignia on it, around his upper body, behind his forelegs. Making the metal plate rest just below his shoulders.
When his father called the clan to the apprentice test, him and Webpaw sat down side by side to preform the required techniques. The clan cats looked surprised to see Mosspaw there, as he was to date, the youngest cat to ever take the apprentice test.
The warriors of the clan were surprised that he passed with ease. But cheered for him none-the-less.
After the revelation of how he was able to pass at his age, Swiftheart, one of Windclans strongest warriors, was suggested to be his mentor. Swiftheart was a full white cat with amber eyes, and the most powerful cat with fire nature chakra within the clans, although the only other cat with fire affinity was Tigerclaw of Thunderclan.
When Tallstar asked if he would like to be Mosspaws mentor, he replied that he would enjoy teaching such a prodigy as Mosspaw. Much to the other apprentices jealousy. So when Mosspaw got cold glares or harsh words. He ignored them. He wasn't becoming an apprentice to make friends or have fun. He was becoming an apprentice to protect his clan. Little did those apprentices know, they were giving the cold shoulder to one of three future legends. Legends that would lead the clans to Greatness, Downfall, and Peace.
But which one will Mosspaw lead his to?
Warriors = Erin Hunter.
Naruto related stuff = Masashi Kishimoto.
OCs = Me.
