Warriors (c) Erin Hunter
Q&E (Quick and Easy read)
I want to keep the chapters short and sweet for a quick read.
6-29-14 10:30 am AHH! My dads reading the story now! ;-;
6-29-14 11:00 am Yay? My dad likes it?
This takes place in the Forest Territories
Allegiance WindClan
Leader
Wolfstar- A gray tom with yellow eyes
Deputy
Sproutleaf- A tortieshell gray she-cat with yellow eyes
Medicine Cat
Dandelioneyes- A light ginger she-cat with green eyes; Apprentice- Quailpaw
Warriors
Blackbreeze- A dark brown tom with yellow eyes
Silvertooth- A young silver tom with blue eyes; Apprentice- Specklepaw
Goldenfang- A young dark ginger-brown she-cat with icy blue eyes
Twofur- A light calico she-cat with yellow eyes; Apprentice- Fuzzypaw
Fallentree- A dark brown tabby tom with green eyes
Hookclaw- A dark brown she-cat with yellow eyes; Apprentice- Pinkpaw
Gentlevoice- A gray tabby tom with yellow eyes; Apprentice- Graypaw
Stripedfoot- A dark gray tom with blue eyes; Apprentice- Figpaw
Birdtalon- A brown tom with yellow eyes; Apprentice- Spottedpaw
Featherfang- A gray she-cat with darker gray points with yellow eyes
Brightfur- A dusty calico she-cat with leaf-green eyes
Thornfoot- A brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
Apprentices
Pinkpaw- A creamy-brown she-cat with yellow eyes
Figpaw- A gray tom with green eyes
Graypaw- A gray tabby she-cat with yellow eyes
Fuzzypaw- A dusty calico she-cat with green eyes
Quailpaw- A brown tom with white paws and flecks with yellow eyes
Specklepaw- A white she-cat with black splashes with blue eyes
Spottedpaw- A white she-cat with black splashes with blue eyes
Queens
Spotpelt- A gray she-cat with white patches with blue eyes
Grasstail- A white she-cat with tabby brown patches with green eyes
(Mother of Wolfstar's kit: Meadowkit- A white she-kit with gray splashes)
Elders
Tawnytail- A tan tom with blind yellow eyes
Badgerclaw- A black tom with yellow eyes
Smallfoot- A gray tabby she-cat with green eyes
Cats who joined StarClan
A few more and...
-Stripedkit- A white tom with black spots with blue eyes (Still-born by Spotpelt)
-Birdkit- A brown tom with yellow eyes (Death by hawk)
-Mudkit- A light brown tom with yellow eyes and white paws. (Death? by hawk)
-Fieldsprint- A white she-cat with gray tabby patches with green eyes (Death by oldness)
-Wolfkit- A gray tom with three legs (Still-born by Grasstail)
-Stonekit- A gray tom (Still-born by Grasstail)
-Gorsekit- A white and gray tabby she-kit (Still-born by Grasstail)
Early Morning Frost: Chapter One- Prologue
The leaf-bare frost coated the camp in a blue crust over the stone and sand and turned the gorse into frozen bramble. The shy sun cast weak light over the moorland. No cat in the Clan emerged from their dens and burrows. The coldness seeped into their thin pelts like water into earth.
The elders huddled in their burrow that nestled in the sides of the camp walls. Their ribs stuck out of their thin frames and their fur hung limply. The apprentices sat in the same burrow as the elders. They tried to keep the elderly cats warm and guard the entrance of the den to keep out the cold. Their hungry stomachs shivered in agony.
The once lean yet powerful warriors curled themselves up like hedgehogs. They took cover from the leaf-bare weather in the small rabbit burrows scattered around the edges of the camp. A sick-looking tom stood alone at the entrance. His eyes were dull and sunken. He felt heart-broken as his Clan took shelter from the early morning frost that did not bother the other Clans.
They were too weak to withstand a thin sheet of frost. He understood, though. Their fresh-kill pile was empty. Not a single tuft of prey was anywhere in the camp. His warriors were hungry. His kits were dead. His deputy could not do anything to help him.
"Wolfstar," A pitiful mew called out to him from a burrow.
The gray tom turned and padded over to the sweet-scented den. He could see his medicine cat's eyes no longer sparkle. The beautiful leaf-green color was drained into a sick gray.
"Yes, Dandelioneyes?" Wolfstar peered in.
"I need to go to RiverClan," She wheezed. "I need herbs."
He nodded slightly but refused. "You would have to cross the river to find a RiverClan patrol right now."
"But, I,"
"Go to ThunderClan." Wolfstar said. "I shall come with you."
"No, Wolfstar." The starved cat shook her head. "You are too weak. Please, let the deputy come with me. She is stronger."
The proud leader gave in. He had not eaten in a very long time. He never ate unless the Clan was fed before him. His last meal was just a forgotten memory. But his deputy was more fit for travel than him.
He limped around the camp looking for his mottle-gray deputy. Wolfstar found her tucked away under the roots of gorse with a warrior.
"Dandelioneyes needs to go to ThunderClan." He said as he prodded her with his paws. "Can you escort her?"
"Yes." The deputy nodded. She heaved herself up and shivered at the chilly air.
"Sproutleaf," Wolfstar looked into her tired, yellow eyes. "I... Please be careful."
"I will." Sproutleaf nodded. "We'll make it through." She gave him an encouraging lick on his forehead.
She padded away to the medicine cat's den. Her bones jutted out of her body like thorns on a rose. Wolfstar watched her until she disappeared behind a patch of gorse and into the burrow.
"No, Sproutleaf." The ginger medicine cat sighed as the deputy peered into the empty den. "I have no traveling herbs."
"You stole the words right out of my mouth." Sproutleaf laughed sadly.
The two she-cats left the frozen camp. The grass under their paws were brown and crisp. They mindlessly walked across the territory towards the forest.
Sproutleaf thought of Wolfstar as they walked. He was so frail. He could be losing lives from starvation.
Dandelioneyes thought of the queens who were huddling in the deep burrow of the nursery. Two litters were do any day, and another one in a half moon. She desperately needed to bring back anything that would help. The dust of borage leaves for the queen's milk, or scraps of sorrel to stop the rumbling of the Clan's bellies, or a scrawny mouse to keep at least one cat alive.
Sproutleaf felt her body ache and sting with exhaustion and hunger. They didn't wait for a ThunderClan patrol to come by the border. White snowflakes drifted from the sky and shrouded the last bits of sun. They hurriedly crossed the border and entered the forest.
Their bellies groaned as a mouse scuttled across the frozen floor. Finally, two apprentices spotted them. They looked scrawny but not starved. They looked hardly older than six moons. Sproutleaf wondered how Barkstar could let them be apprentices already.
"Halt, intruder!" The light ginger tom hissed.
The dappled gray lashed out with her paw.
Dandelioneyes towered over them. "My name is Dandelioneyes of WindClan. I am the medicine cat and I must speak with Bluetail and Littlepaw."
The two ThunderClan cats looked up at Sproutleaf suspiciously. "Who are you?" The gray one mewed.
"Sproutleaf. Deputy of WindClan." She answered proudly.
"Gee, Sunkit, we should let them into camp..." The little she-cat mewed.
"SunKIT?" Dandelioneyes growled. "You're kits?"
"No, I'm Sunpaw!" He yowled. "Treekit- er, Treepaw is just kidding."
Sproutleaf sighed. She looked over at the medicine cat. Should they have the kits fetch them warriors, or just go to the camp themselves?
"Come on," The ginger she-cat said. "Lead the way, Sun...paw."
The two kits scrambled over each other and argue who was going to lead the two intruders. "I am older, so I should lead the hostages to camp."
"By one moon." The dappled kit muttered.
Sproutleaf shook her head as the amusing kits lashed out at each other while heading back to their camp. A wall of thicket penetrated by a tunnel of winding gorse stood before them. Sproutleaf felt her hopes rise, as if it were StarClan's camp, ready to give their Clan healing supplies and food.
The two kits burst through the tunnel. On the other side, they could hear scared, worried, and angry yowls. The two WindClanners cautiously went through the gorse tunnel.
"Attack!" The ThunderClan deputy, Brokenleg, yowled.
Sproutleaf and Dandelioneyes cringed and turned away, ready for a fatal blow on their frail bodies.