Well... I'm back. So, with my new (and hopefully improved) writing styles, I'm going to completely refresh my account. This means that pretty much all of my stories are going to be deleted. However I am keeping up Claws of a Lion for now because I need it for the rewrite of the story (Which is this). All my other stories, however, are being deleted. I really just want to start over on Fanfiction with my Warriors stories. Please don't pelt me with rocks! I'm still keeping up Claws of a Lion since I will need it as a reference for this story, the rewrite.
Summary-Have you ever been compared to anyone? If you have, you know how annoying it is. Lionpaw knows how it feels all to well, after all he is being compared to one of the greatest warriors to walk the forest. Everyone thinks of Lionpaw as just a young Brambleclaw. No one can see him for who he really is. No one can see him as Lionpaw, ThunderClan apprentice. Lionpaw knows for a fact that he is nothing like his father. Did his father fall for a WindClan apprentice? No, he didn't. Lionpaw finds himself getting closer and closer with the young WindClan apprentice, Heatherpaw. But when Heatherpaw's life is threatened by a force Lionpaw can't stop, will he have to say goodbye to her forever? With Tigerstar and Hawkfrost haunting his dreams, Lionpaw has nowhere to turn to. They promise him power, respect. They promise him his own name. Lionpaw is about to fight the greatest battle of his life. The battle against himself.
Just a heads up, there will probably be no Lion x Cinder in this story. I'm a huge fan of Jay x Cinder now, so if there are any Cinder pairings in this story it'll be with Jaypaw. However, Lionpaw WILL have a second love interest, and at the end of this story he will have chosen between the two cats.
Anyways, here's the Prologue. I don't really think I'm going to put up an Allegiances page, since it's basically just the Allegiances in The Sight. Keep in mind, this takes place after The Sight, but lets just pretend none of the other books ever happened for the sake of this story. It was written originallyaround the time The Sight came out, so it starts only a moon after it. The prophecy doesn't exist. As you can probably tell, this story is a HUGE AU. Don't be surprised ifI get a few ceremonies out of order.
Prologue
Grass brushed against Lionpaw's legs as he walked. Mist hung overhead, moving around the land like a cloud. The sky was dark, the stars fading off into the distance. Pale, buttery moonlight filtered down onto the originally darkened landscape. Shadows moved out of the forest depths, threatening to swallow anyone that got in their path. Lionpaw stood there, shaking from the bitter cold. Leaves began to blow off the trees, showing their dead branches. This was Leaffall.
Lionpaw sneezed as a leaf fluttered near his nose. He glared, swatting at the red leaf and causing it to float in another direction. His claws unsheathed at he gazed at his surroundings. Lionpaw knew that he was, most likely, at the WindClan border. He stood a safe distance away from the border, keeping watch a good cover thanks to the dead trees. He gazed at the bare, empty WindClan landscape, watching the tall grass sway with the wind.
Lionpaw felt his paws begin to itch with impatience. What was he even doing out here?It was the middle of the night, for StarClan's sake! He glared at his paws, his fur fluffing out to keep warm. He wanted to move, but it was as if his paws were glued in place. Lionpaw let out a frustrated hiss, seeing more leaves floating towards him. He ducked his head, narrowly avoiding the pretty-colored leaves. His amber gaze moved to the sky, as if it could free him and give him all the answers.
Lionpaw let out a sigh, preparing for a long night on the moors, when he heard the first screech. His ears pricked in surprise, eyes moving toward the moor where the terrified cry had come from. Another screech echoed in his ears, and he immediately recognized the voice. Heatherpaw!
He let out a furious hiss, charging off into the moors. That voice, that screech had to have been Heatherpaw. Lionpaw would recognize her voice anywhere. The thought that she was in trouble gave him new strength. He had to get to her! Lionpaw raced through the empty moors, stopping atop a hill. His amber gaze scanned the plains, searching for the beautiful she-cat. He saw nothing. Lionpaw pricked his ears, listening for any sound. He knew he had heard Heatherpaw. She had to be somewhere...
Heatherpaw's terrified yowl sounded in his ears again. Lionpaw started running again, stopping only as his surroundings began to fade. Pieces of land started to fall right out from under him. Lionpaw let out a yowl of protest, flailing his limbs as the piece of moor beneath his paws collapsed. His yowls mixed with Heatherpaw's. Lionpaw closed his eyes in agony. Heatherpaw was in trouble and he couldn't do anything to help her!
Lionpaw's eyes opened quickly, and he found himself in the apprentice den. Hollypaw slept soundly beside him, her gentle breaths soothing Lionpaw. It had all been a dream. His eyes closed momentarily in relief, his panting breaths slowing down. Someone's throat cleared behind him, and Lionpaw slowly turned his head. Berrypaw was glaring at him from the back of the den, rolling his eyes.
"Great StarClan, Lionpaw," the cream-colored tom growled. "You make more noise thenthose annoying dawn birds." Lionpaw ignored the older apprentice, laying his head on his paws and flicking his tail dismissively. Berrypaw let out a furious hiss, immediately closing his mouth afterward. Lionpaw could guess what was about to happen.
Lionpaw's amber eyes moved toward the back of the den. Mousepaw's gray and white head was visible as it rose from the moss nest. Mousepaw glared at Berrypaw, fur rising with irritation. "What are you doing, Berrypaw?" he growled. Just a second later, Poppypaw's amber eyes blinked open. She snarled at the two brothers.
"Hey, you two chattypaws, keep it down!" she spat, voice rising with irritation. Lionpaw mentally counted down from three in his head, and as if on que Hazelpaw raised her head. She blinked her eyes sleepily, turning her head to stare accusingly at Poppypaw.
"Poppypaw, stop talking," Hazelpaw hissed. "I have a big assessment tomorrow!"
"Blame your two chatty brothers!" Poppypaw hissed. Honeypaw raised her head now, blinking her green eyes in confusion. She glanced at Poppypaw, tilting her head slightly.
"Is it morning already?" she mewed after a quick yawn. Cinderpaw raised her head, swatting Honeypaw over the head with a paw. Honeypaw glared at her, and she too batted at Cinderpaw.
"Stop it!" Cinderpaw hissed. "It's not even dawn yet, you mousebrains!" Berrypaw rolled his eyes.
"Lionpaw started it," the cream colored tom muttered. Six pairs of eyes moved to Lionpaw. Lionpaw's eyes moved to his paws sheepishly, trying to tune out his denmates angry hisses and growls. He got to his paws, exiting the den. Any moment now Hollypaw would too wake up, and he didn't want to be there when his sister threw a fit.
Lionpaw took a seat in the center of the camp, his amber eyes moving to the stars. They seemed closer then they were in his dream. The golden tom sighed. The dream... it had been so strange. Had it been a sign? Was Heatherpaw in trouble? Lionpaw gulped, hoping he was wrong.
Because if he was right, and the dream was a sign, then Lionpaw would be helpless to help Heatherpaw.
Here's the Prologue of the rewrite! Please R&R. If you want to see the old story, I still have it up, along with the original sequel. As you can expect, the sequel is going to be a lot different when this story is over.
