I Will Never Let You Down
By Tigerstripe (rogue)
Disclaimer: the series Warriors belongs solely to the authors under the penname Erin Hunter. This production was purely fan-made and made for the enjoyment of the public.
Project: Sequel
Subject: moons after the undead appeared from Starclan, all is peaceful in Thunderclan. Whiteleaf's kits, Starpaw and Moonpaw, are about to become warriors, and all is swell. At least until Starpaw and Moonpaw drift apart as they begin to realize that life is much more fragile than they had bargained for. The sisters, always sticking together like burrs and a pelt, realize just how different they are.
Warnings: this is a sequel to I Will Never Let You Go, also by Tigerstripe. If you have not read this book previously, there may be some confusion.
Tragedy ahead!
Spoilers for The Sight!
Notes: In the previous fanfiction, there were several things that, now that The Sight has come out, I'd like to change so that they are closer to the original series (due to the fact that I will most likely forget something which will confuse my readers).
Whiteleaf: Whitewing
Birchheart: Birchfall (Starclan)
Leafpool's kits: Riverkit: stays the same- mottled brown tabby with striking blue eyes
Ravenkit: used to be Cinderkit, but Sorreltail's kit is Cinderkit, so now she is Ravenkit- a dark gray, almost black, she-kit with playful amber eyes.
Sorreltail's kits: Olivemoon was mentioned to be Sorreltail's kit in the previous chapter, and as I like the idea of Ashfur finally having a mate who doesn't desert him as soon as another tom is available, I'm going to keep her. So Sorreltail had Olivemoon, and then later on had Cinderpaw, Poppypaw, and Honeypaw.
Notice: Jaypaw is a normal apprentice. He is not blind, merely a normal apprentice.
Death: Birchheart, Thornclaw, and Cloudtail are dead, but I'm going to make Sandstorm alive again, because I do believe I'd forget to leave her out of the story.
Important Allegiences:
New Warriors: Riverstorm- mottled brown tabby tom with striking blue eyes
Ravenmist- dark gray, almost black, she-cat with playful amber eyes
Apprentice Status: Jaypaw, Hollypaw, Lionpaw, Poppypaw, Cinderpaw, Honeypaw, Hazelpaw, Mousepaw, Berrypaw.
Starpaw- jet black she-cat with silver strokes of fur around the eyes, which are a loquacious green.
Moonpaw- silvery gray she-cat with lovely green eyes and beautiful, elegantly shaped black ears.
Queens: Olivemoon, Ferncloud
By the way, if you haven't already guessed (don't complain later on, I will probably insult her frequently) I think Squirrelflight is a whore and a freak. Yup.
Do read on:
Prologue….
"It's a promise," she whispers, her pretty, angled amber eyes fluttering.
"You are… beautiful," a muscled, tabby tom meowed indifferently, not meeting her piercing gaze.
"Okay, quit it!" came a sharp voice from the bushes and a jet black beauty stalked out of the ferns, her whiskers quivering with annoyance. "Look, Riverpaw, if you don't hurry up and get this down, we won't be able to perform this next moon! Focus, mouse-brain!"
Riverpaw, the larger, brown tabby, stiffened. "It might be easier if I wasn't pretending to be in love with my sister!" he snapped icily, his blue eyes chillingly hostile. The black she-cat seemed not to notice. She eyed the dark gray she-cat who had proclaimed of a promise earlier with single-minded admiration.
"Ravenpaw, you were magnificent. Enlighten your brother, he lacks your lying skills," she purred, the sound rough and hoarse from not being used often at all. She whipped back around to face Riverpaw nose to nose, which was a difficult task because he was so much bigger than her. "If you don't want to made a fool out of, then you'll practice this in your mind even when you're out hunting, because I want it perfect. I'm going to bed!" and the jet black she-cat stormed away.
"Oh, perfect, now she's angry," the dark gray she-cat, Ravenpaw, sighed, chewing her claws unconcernedly.
"I'm sure it won't last," piped up a cute, silver she-cat, who had yet to have spoken yet. "Tomorrow she'll be as bright as the sun. I only wish she'd give up on this whole 'romance play' for the FourSeason Gathering. Crowfeather is going to laugh himself silly when he sees us," she added dejectedly. Ravenpaw was constantly trying to impress her father, while her brother, Riverpaw, simply accepted his father.
Without a word, Riverpaw stormed away, still furious at his friend's consistent annoying personality. When he got away from the others he sat against a tree just outside of Thunderclan camp and glared at the stars. His life was so simple, it needed flavor. There was something of interest happening in Starclan, no doubt. He had a sudden urge to run to his jet black friend and apologize for his dismal acting and bad behavior. However, just as Riverpaw stood to act on this impulse, a racking burst of pain split his head open and he shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth.
"Be calm, Riverpaw…." The voice seemed to come from across the lake, and yet echoed in his ear hauntingly close. At once Riverpaw became limp and a vision unfolded behind his eyes.
A gray, speckled tom sat on an ancient looking bolder in a field surrounded by hundreds of flowers that gittered a glossy silver-black in the waves of pulsing violet moon rays. The cat's shoulders were hunched, and his head was bowed, but as Riverpaw took in his surroundings, the cat looked up and stared at Riverpaw with green eyes.
Riverpaw had a sudden, queasy feeling that he knew who this cat was.
"Hello, Riverpaw. I am Birchfall, and I have a message for you…."