DareClan
Sequel to The Warriors Truth or Dare Show, Season 2! Follow Redstar and the newly made DareClan as they live the life of cats and dare other cats! Rated for prey-killing and the normal aspects of Clan life. Reading the previous stories is not necessary.
Rated T Parody
Chapter 1: How the Clan Works
A/N: This will be told through a POV (probably Redstar's) and in past tense. "Redstar yawned," not "Redstar yawns."
Redstar yawned and sat up in his nest of moss and ferns. The first night he had slept in it, it had felt like the most comfortable thing in the world. Now it was scattered about; the nest had been ruined by a night of bad dreams.
One dream still burned in his consciousness. He had been following Sandstorm into the forest, just like on the day that he had met Molespots. But this time he had admitted how deeply he loved her. She had just laughed. Suddenly she had turned into a horrible dark form with sharp white fangs and gleaming red eyes. The form had lunged for his throat, and Redstar had awoken thinking that this thing was in the camp. A quick survey of the camp had reassured him, but the dream had returned when he fell back asleep.
Redstar began to groom the moss out of his ginger fur. Sandstorm's scent was still hanging around the fresh-kill pile, though it was very stale, for it had been there for a half moon. Yet Redstar found himself missing the pale ginger cat.
I wish she were here now, curled up next to me in the moss, her flanks rising and falling evenly...Then she would lift up her head and purr at me sleepily before carefully nipping a piece of moss off of my leg...
Redstar shook his head firmly. She's in another universe, purring next to Firestar. Not me. Firestar. She just came to DareClan to educate my Clan on being cats. I barely remember walking on two legs and drinking cocoa. Sandstorm even humbled Limepaw slightly. I remember that. She complained about the training session and Sandstorm gave her that look! Limepaw almost lost an ear to a tree as she ducked her head! Sandstorm's very good with apprentices. She should be. And I wish she were here now...
Redstar felt his tail droop. He finished grooming and headed for the entrance to his den.
Redstar took a moment to sit on Highledge and watch the camp.
The camp was full of activity despite the time. The birds sang in the trees, and prey-scent drifted into the camp from the forest. Shinyheart greeted Patchclaw with a purr, and they watched their kits Jetkit and Darkkit hop around playfully. Silverstreak was speaking seriously to her apprentice, Prismpaw, probably about an assignment of some sort.
Prismpaw did well on her last assignments. Maybe it will be time to name some more warriors. I am glad that Molespots decided to join DareClan. He's a great tom. He hunts well. He used to be called Fox. Maybe it's because he hunts like one, but without the shredding.
Fernpaw appeared at the bramble screen in front of the medicine den. Her eyes were foggy with sleep, and Solpaw wove about her in welcome. He began to chatter excitedly to his sister, who pushed him away and headed for the dirtplace.
Redstar purred. Silverstreak and I used to bicker, like all siblings do.
Molespots, a former loner, was following Palestorm, Rainbowpaw, Lemonpaw and Willowheart out of the camp.
Hunting patrol, I suppose.
Limepaw emerged from the apprentices' den with a yawn. Patchclaw abandoned his mate to hurry over to his apprentice. His amber eyes sparked as he scolded her. She merely grunted and stretched luxuriously.
She's always had a proud streak. It hasn't been so bad since Sandstorm put her in her place that one time, but it hasn't quite left. Every cat is different. She will respect Patchclaw someday.
"Redstar!"
Redstar looked down. Silverstreak was bunching her haunches beneath herself, preparing for a leap.
"I'm coming down to you," Redstar mewed good-humoredly as he leapt down. "What is it?"
"I think Prismpaw is ready for her final assessment. Is it possible...?"
Redstar gave his sister an affectionate lick over her ear. "Let me check on Solpaw, Rainbowpaw, and Lemonpaw. If they're ready, we may be naming some new warriors soon."
Silverstreak gave a little bounce of excitement, her blue eyes sparkling. "Great! Thanks, Redstar!"
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Redstar took a deep breath before heading for Solpaw, Lemonpaw, Rainbowpaw, and Prismpaw; they were clustered together in front of their den, whispering.
"Your mentors have told you that you will be taking your final assessment today?"
Their reply was a chorus of agreement.
"Your assessment will be twofold. First you must hunt as much prey as you can until sunhigh. After that you must think of five truths and five dares apiece. You may work together for the hunting, but you must do the brainstorming alone."
The apprentices nodded enthusiastically.
"Get going, then!"
Redstar twitched his whiskers as the apprentices dashed out of camp. The mentors were already scattered throughout the forest to watch their apprentices.
Now that that's taken care of, what should I do now? Go hunting, maybe?
An image of Sandstorm appeared in his mind once again.
Redstar, he told himself, Sandstorm is not yours. She is Firestar's mate.
Redstar sighed deeply. I guess I'll just hunt alone, then.
He padded dejectedly to the camp entrance. He hesitated slightly. A breeze was blowing in his face, and with it was the scent of blood!
Fear for his Clan lent speed to his paws. He thundered into the forest, yowling for his Clanmates.
He stiffened at Molespots' answering call.
"I'm coming!" he yowled.
He skidded to a halt next to a thick bunch of brambles. Molespots was next to it, yowling loudly enough to wake StarClan.
"Oh, thank StarClan you're here!" Molespots gasped, hoarse from yowling. "My sister—her kits are coming early, and she doesn't know what to do! This is her first litter!"
"You have a sister?"
Redstar wished he had held his tongue when Molespots bristled. "Of course I do! Her name's Lavender! Can you get Honeyleaf? No, I'll get her!"
Molespots hurtled away, leaving Redstar standing there with his mouth open.
He poked his head into the brambles. A pale gray she-cat, looking thin and bedraggled, was lying motionless on the ground. Fear-scent came off of her in waves. She was ill and exhausted. She couldn't deliver alone.
"Lavender?" Redstar mewed urgently. The she-cat stirred and raised her head. Her yellow eyes were flashing in pain.
"What do you want?" she hissed weakly.
"Molespo—Fox said you're kitting early. My Clan's medicine cat can help you. She will help you."
Lavender looked confused by all these terms, but she understood that Redstar meant no harm. Her head dropped back onto the ground, and her ear scraped a thorn sticking out of the brambles. She convulsed, not from the thorn but from her coming kits, and Redstar choked on the scent of blood. StarClan, give speed to Honeyleaf's paws!
Sure enough, he scented Molespots, Honeyleaf, and the rich tang of raspberry leaf. What luck! Honeyleaf had been out collecting raspberry leaf—an herb helpful in giving birth—and Molespots had come upon her.
Teeth grabbed his scruff and yanked him out of the bush so quickly that some of his fur was left on the thorns. It was Molespots, frantic with worry.
"Is she better? Is she worse? Are the kits here yet?"
Redstar felt helpless in the face of these frenzied questions and was relieved when Honeyleaf intervened. "Let me check on her."
Honeyleaf pushed into the brambles and called for Molespots to fetch water in moss. The creamy brown tom obliged, almost trampling Redstar's tail as he departed. Redstar sat by a nearby stream and stared into the water, listening to Honeyleaf and Lavender.
"You're doing fine, Lavender." Honeyleaf, hyperactive and fun-loving so many moons ago, was calm and responsible. She sounds like Cinderpelt. I can smell her fear-scent, but she's doing well.
A shriek made Redstar's tail bush out.
"That's it! You can do it! Push!"
Redstar grimaced as Lavender wailed. Then all was quiet.
Redstar closed his eyes, begging StarClan and willing Lavender on.
Then a thin cry broke the silence.
The cry of a kit.
And Lavender's mew: "Oh, he's beautiful! He looks just like his father."
"You've got another kit in there, Lavender." That was Honeyleaf, soft and encouraging.
Lavender screeched tiredly, and another squeak joined the tom-kit's mewling.
"This one's a she-kit. Great job, Lavender. Redstar!"
Redstar padded up the bank and peeked into the brambles. Lavender was lying on the ground with moss pressed underneath her. The juice of raspberry leaf stained Honeyleaf's pale gold fur, and Molespots' face peered in at a different gap. Lavender's pale gray fur was damp and matted; near her tail was stained with blood. Yet two tiny kits kneaded her belly with tiny paws.
"Can you carry one of her kits? Molespots, you carry the other. Go back to camp. Let Shinyheart watch them until we can get Lavender into camp. Fetch a warrior or two to help walk Lavender there."
Redstar nodded and ducked his head to pick up a kit in his teeth. It was the she-kit, and she squealed weakly at Redstar's touch.
Redstar led Molespots back to camp. Both kits squeaked and mewled the whole way back. Once in camp, Redstar realized something.
Oh, StarClan. Every cat but us is out. The apprentices are on their assessment with their mentors, and Honeyleaf is with Lavender. Fernpaw is here, though, and Shinyheart, and her kits. Molespots and I will have to help Lavender.
Molespots pushed ahead and ducked into the nursery. Jetkit and Darkkit were napping with their mother. Shinyheart looked up at the smell of kit and faintly of blood.
"What...?" Then her yellow gaze softened. "I'll take care of them."
"Their mother's alive," Molespots remarked gruffly, pushing his way out of the nursery.
Redstar looked apologetically at the queen. "His sister" was all he said before following Molespots out.
To his surprise, the tom was crouching on the ground with his eyes closed.
"Molespots?"
Molespots stirred and looked at Redstar, blinking green eyes. "Yes. I'm ready."
Together the toms headed for the sick queen.
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OMW this was the cliffhanger of cliffhangers. Please review!
I will have the allegiances every chapter, edited as necessary if new kits are born or something.
DareClan:
Leader: Redstar: reddish ginger tom with amber eyes. Invented by Mothstar.
Deputy: Nightfrost: black tom with light blue paws, tail-tip, and light blue eyes. Invented by Shadus Krifetalon.
Medicine cat: Honeyleaf: light gold she-cat with green eyes. Invented by Jayfeather Luva.
Apprentice, Fernpaw
Warriors:
Willowheart: light brown tabby she-cat with green eyes. Invented by Mothstar.
Apprentice, Rainbowpaw
Silverstreak: silver she-cat with blue, dark gray, and black streaks throughout her fur and blue eyes. Invented by MyrtleFalls and Mothstar.
Apprentice, Prismpaw
Smokesplash: blue and dark gray tom. Invented by Smokeclaw of ShadowClan.
Apprentice, Solpaw
Patchclaw: black-and-white patched tom. Invented by Patchkit.
Apprentice, Limepaw
Palestorm: pale gray tom with darker gray paws, chest, and tail-tip, and green eyes. Invented by Mothstar.
Apprentice, Lemonpaw
Molespots: creamy brown tom with gold spots and green eyes
Apprentices:
Fernpaw: pale gray she-cat with green eyes, apprentice to the medicine cat. Invented by Mothstar.
Rainbowpaw: rainbow tabby she-cat with green eyes. Invented by Mothstar.
Prismpaw: white she-cat with a sheen to her fur that makes it shine in all the colors of the color spectrum and golden eyes. Invented by Mothstar.
Solpaw: tortoiseshell-and-white tom with long fur, a ruff of fur around his neck, a tail tuft, and amber eyes. Invented by Mothstar.
Lemonpaw: yellowish-grayish-green tom with yellow eyes. Invented by Mothstar.
Limepaw: white she-cat with lime-shaped green splotches and green eyes. Invented by Velvet Masquerade.
Queens:
Shinyheart: very pale gold she-cat with yellow eyes. Invented by Mothstar. Nursing Patchclaw's kits Darkkit (smoky black tom with yellow eyes, invented by Darkhead and Mothstar) and Jetkit (jet black tom with very dark blue eyes, invented by Darkhead and Mothstar).
Elders:
Stormspeckle: jet black tom with pale gray flecks and amber eyes. Invented by Mothstar.
Outside DareClan:
Lavender: pale gray she-cat, loner, with green eyes. Nursing two young kits, a tom and a she-kit.