Hi peeps This is my first fanfic, and I am…particularly proud of it. But it isn't very good to me. Its kind of a sad excuse for a warriors fanfic… well, why don't u just read and see? That would clear things up a bit!
Sorry that i deleted it but this story was getting all out of hand. to make up for it, i'll upload all chapters up to chapter 12, the ones that you have read already. ;)
Overview: Runningpaw is being held back from being a warrior. Why is he angry? Because his two best friends were made warriors before him. Suddenly, a terrible tragedy happens, and Runningpaw is instantly guilty he ever hated the two warriors. Meanwhile, while trying to uncover his mysterious past, Runningpaw finds out something that be best kept secret about his father…and also, a new kittypet has joined the Clan. Will Runningpaw risk making a fool of himself and defending her, or will he just leave the kittypet to be taunted by her own Clanmates? Find out all of this and more in the fanfic In Shadows of a Traitor.
I really really REALLY want to be an author when I grow up, even though I'm not good at it XD
Sorry the first few chapters are really short, they get longer soon ;)
Just in case, the Warriors series belongs to Erin Hunter.
ThunderClan
Leader
Ashstar
Smoky gray she-cat
Deputy
Cinderhope
Light gray tom
Apprentice, Runningpaw
Mate: Peachrain
Medicine Cat
Mossflower
White she-cat with black splotches
Apprentice, Cinnamonpaw
Warriors
Phantomheart
Sleek black tom with a white spot on chest
Moonpad
Beautiful blue-gray she-cat with distinctive white nose and paw pads
Spiritwing
Gray tabby tom
Mate: Autumnleaf
Newtfrost
Tortoiseshell she-cat
Apprentice, Skypaw
Summerheart
Beautiful yellow tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Mudpelt
Shaggy dark brown tom
Irispetal
Tawny she-cat
Duskstorm
Light brown tom
Apprentice, Brindlepaw
Pineclaw
Dark brown tabby tom
Mate: Applestripe
Stormfeather
Dark gray tom
Ratfur
Ugly gray she-cat
Apprentice, Chasepaw
Flamemoon
Ginger tabby tom
Mate: Mangoheart
Honeystorm
Honey-colored she-cat
Featherstream
Silver tabby she-cat
Strikefoot
Black and white tom
Mate: Stripewhisker
Spottedfoot
Black tom with interesting tortoiseshell paws
Thistletail
Tortoiseshell she-cat
Thornclaw
Bracken-colored tom
Apprentices
Bloodpaw
Dark brown she-cat with cream underbelly
Brindlepaw
Pretty brown tabby she-cat
Runningpaw
Light brown tom
Chasepaw
Dusky brown tom
Skypaw
Light gray tom with white splotches
Cinnamonpaw
Beautiful sorrel she-cat with ginger underbelly
Medicine cat apprentice
Queens
Mangoheart
Ginger she-cat
Autumnpelt
White she-cat with unusual ginger-brown stripes
Peachrain
Dark ginger she-cat
Stripewhisker
Beautiful brown tabby
Elders
Desertstorm
Pale tabby tom
Showertail
Long-haired gray she-cat
Heatshadow
Ginger tabby tom
Featherstream
Light gray tom
Goldpuddle
Once pretty golden she-cat
Hawkclaw
Dark gray tom
Chapter one is up! YAY!
"Featherpaw, Stormpaw, you were the ones that defended us when the unknown kittypets strayed into our territory. It is now time for you to become warriors."
A gray tom and a light gray she-cat stood proudly under the Highrock. Their mentors, a dark brown tabby tom and a black and white tom, looked just as proud, their chests puffed out and their caring eyes staring down at their apprentices.
"I, Ashstar of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon these two apprentices. They have trained well to understand the ways of your noble code and I commend them to you as warriors in turn."
A beautiful brown tabby, a light brown tom, and a brown and white she-cat glared up at the rock menacingly. Their friends, their best friends, were being made warriors instead of them. When they were attacking those stupid kittypets, they had pushed the other three apprentices away and left. Those showoffs, they both thought.
The smoky gray she-cat turned to the light gray she-cat. "Featherpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Her eyebrows were raised at the giddy little she-cat.
"I do," Featherpaw mewed, trying to hide her excitement. She was kneading her paws and jumping up and down lightly on her front paws. The light brown tom wondered if she was even a worthy warrior for ThunderClan.
"And Stormpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect your clan, even at the cost of your life?" She looked down at the more serious dark gray tom, whose amber eyes steadily looked up at the leader.
"I do," he murmured. Some other cats silently swiveled their ears to try and hear the apprentice vow to warrior life. He was speaking extremely quiet. The brown and white she-cat especially tried to be rude, but she only got a hiss from her mentor.
"Then by the power of StarClan, I give you two your warrior names. Featherpaw, you will be Featherstream. Stormpaw, you are now Stormfeather." Ashstar looked down at the two new warriors as beams of light shot down onto them. StarClan highly approves of them, she thought happily. "StarClan honors your bravery and strength and we welcome you full warriors of ThunderClan."
Stormfeather and Featherstream smiled down at the crowd with pride. "And let me just say that I am so happy now that I am a full warrior of this Clan," Featherstream burst out.
Ashstar gave her a stern look. "Remember, you two must keep a vigil tonight. Good luck on your first night as warriors!" Her stern mew had turned into a proud one, as she looked down onto her two new warriors one more time. I will never see that look on their faces ever again, she thought restlessly. They're growing up fast.
The light brown tom snorted. "As if! Like Featherstream will even fathom to keep quiet until sunrise!" He flicked his tail in amusement as he saw Featherstream start chattering once again.
"I can't wait, Ashstar! Thank you so much for making me a-"
"Silence!" Ashstar hissed again. "You must keep quiet during this vigil! It is Clan tradition!" Her glaring blue eyes looked down on Featherstream.
"Oh, sorry." She looked down at her paws sheepishly.
Runningpaw decided instead of being disgusted at the two new warriors (who, by the way, were younger than him), he would take some prey to the medicine cat. It seemed a bit more…productive.
He padded to the fresh-kill pile and saw Brindlepaw and Bloodpaw there, sorting around for two voles. Bloodpaw sighed. "Isn't there ever going to be any more voles around? I hate leaf-fall, its almost like all of the prey are getting ready to leave. It makes me angry." She rummaged through the pile, trying to randomly pick out something that actually looked good to her with her claws.
Brindlepaw purred and licked her friend's ear with encouragement. "It's okay, Bloodpaw," She murmured, as she too started to feel around for at least a plump mouse. "All there is in this stinking pile is birds, not even a skinny mouse!" The beautiful tabby pointed out.
Runningpaw shook his head. "No, I don't think that's a bad thing," He replied to the she-cats' complaining. "It doesn't matter what it is- just as long as it's good and filling." He poked his paw into the surprisingly enormous pile and took out a fat thrush. "See? You can always find opportunities, you just have to look harder."
The two she-cats looked at each other quizzically. Brindlepaw shrugged. "He has a point you know," She whispered. She slowly put her paw into the pile and pulled out a plump pigeon.
Bloodpaw's amber eyes widened to the size of a paw and looked at the pigeon as if it were the dead body of a RiverClan cat that Brindlepaw had just killed. "Whoa!" She exclaimed excitedly. "That is one huge pigeon! That's the biggest one I have seen in my life!" She jumped up and down from paw to paw, giving the fat bird longing looks.
The gentle tabby purred. "Share?" She asked, looking into Bloodpaw's eyes.
The brown and cream she-cat nodded enthusiastically. "You bet!" She cried. Her ears flattened. "If that's okay with you," She said sincerely. Her face brightened up as she saw her friend nod curtly.
Brindlepaw turned to Runningpaw, holding the pigeon in her teeth. "You?" She simply said through brown feathers.
Runningpaw shook his head. "I think I'll take this to Cinnamonpaw and Mossflower," He mewed as politely as possible, nodding to his prize. "Thanks for the offer though."
Brindlepaw's ears flattened and she looked down at the dusty floor. "Oh," She answered, pawing at the dust. "Okay. See you later, Runningpaw."
"'Bye!" He called back. But Brindlepaw was still looking under the weather. He felt guilty for making the she-cat feel bad. She evidently had a crush on him.
As he hurried to the tunnel leading to the medicine cat's rock, he was stopped by a certain dark brown warrior. It was Mudpelt, one of the strictest warriors in the camp. He glared down at Runningpaw. He shrank under the glare of the amber eyes and could feel them burning in the back of his skull.
"Where do you think you're going?" He sneered.
Runningpaw gulped at the sight of the warrior's leer. "Um, I was just going to take this thrush to Mossflower and Cinnamonpaw, Mudpelt. I'm sorry if I caused any difficulties," He mewed, staring steadily into Mudpelt's eyes.
He suddenly snapped his look away from the apprentice's. "I'll take that to them. You, meanwhile, have to go on a patrol. You shall leave out behind the nursery so you don't cause any difficulties with the new warriors," He hissed, looking resentfully up the clearing where past a few bushy ferns, Featherstream and Stormfeather were sitting.
The light brown apprentice nodded. "Fine," He simply said, even though scorn was building up in him like fire. He had wanted to see the medicine cats! He liked the smell of their den, and it made him want to roll around in sultry scents. And he liked Cinnamonpaw a lot. She was so sweet and kind. He wanted to say "Who killed Cinderhope and made you deputy?" But knew that would be being smart around a senior warrior. And that was an insult. Besides, it was probably Cinderhope, the deputy, that had organized the patrol anyway.
He trotted to the nursery, where five other warriors waited for him. He smiled as he saw Skypaw, one of his best friends. The light gray tom greeted him brightly and gestured silently to follow him out of the nursery exit. Runningpaw had never been this way before, but Skypaw had. So he trod off after the tom, feeling happier than before. And he had forgotten all about Mudpelt.