Authoress' notes:
Thanks for all the reviews! +20 and only three chapters, two of which are actually…well, chapters.
Also, thanks for being patient, people whose cats are in different Clans/Tribe, but your characters will come out soon. :D
I'm so so sorry for not updating sooner, but Fanfiction wouldn't let me update for some reason until now...
Between that time, I got a lot of... interesting reviews.
And yes, the prophecy was long…but still, isn't that fun and exciting? …Never mind.
Uh, what else…oh, I'll have to get you a Firestar plushie/ Firestar Voodoo set, loveforwriting. I really like your reviews and suggestions. Thanks again to everyone, even though some people who maybe read but don't review.
DISCLAIMER: Well, no, but dear me, I do have a wonderful Chihuahua… (COUGH, RAT). And I wanted a Labbie… But I love Tequila anyway. The point is, I don't own Warriors.
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"Willowstream…"
Willowstream looked tiredly up at the cat that dared disturb her sleep, after the vigil. Just as she reached her paw up to cuff the said warrior, she realized she did not know her.
"Um…who are you?" She asked.
"I am Blood. I am your inner soul." Blood mewed calmly.
Willowstream warily stared at the she-cat. "And voles fly."
The she-cat looked nothing like her. She was huge, but Willowstream did not feel threatened by her. From what she could tell, resembled a cat from LepoardClan, a supposedly ancient Clan of cats. Willowstream always thought that they were elder's and queen's stories, meant to drive kits to become more ambitious.
She was a rich yellow, with patches of black, and her eyes were like gold. Willowstream noted nervously she was missing a hind leg.
"Each cat has an inner soul, and they are from one of the three ancient Clans. For your cunning and bravery, and some rashness, your inner soul is me, a leopard." She paused. "But that is beside the point, Willowstream, my real message to you is that StarClan does not believe that the Clans are dedicated to the warrior code any longer, and wish to prove that they are or aren't."
Willowstream gasped. StarClan, not believing the Clans are dedicated to the warrior code?
Blood continued. "Two and a half moons from now, you and eleven other apprentices will compete for your life. Two battles will ensure, each taking out one apprentice from each clan. In the final battle, all twelve apprentices will come back, and fight against each other. Be strong, Willowstream. Be—"
"Oh, mighty Willowstar, could you possibly wake up? I am sorry for waking you up, miss, because I know how much you love to sleep, but… Oh, StarClan, Willowpaw—I mean, Willowstream, wake up!" Seastorm yowled.
"StarClan!" Willowstream screeched, her eyes shooting open.
Seastorm licked a paw. "StarClan? You were dreaming of StarClan? That's weird, I did too! In fact, I was going to tell you but…" Seastorm paused as Glimmerpool mumbled something about new warriors talking too loud, and walked out the warriors den.
She looked down. "I was hoping it was a dream."
For a moment, she stopped breathing.
"Would you care to take this outside?" Wolfdream yawned.
They quickly padded to the edge of the Big Rock, tails twitching.
"Oh, Willowstream, I don't want to fight you!" Seastorm exclaimed suddenly.
"What?"
"Didn't you know? Something about the Clans fighting, the three battles…"
"Yeah, but what do you mean, fight you? I could never fight you." She whispered.
"Um…Emberheart, you, and me will have to fight each other, as well as nine other apprentices."
A desperate yowl interrupted both of them.
"What was that?" Willowstream looked panicked.
Another yowl, followed by a softer shriek.
"For your information…Frostpool's having my kits! StarClan!" Rainwing, unusually panicked, yowled, running towards the nursery.
Frostpool was Duskpelt's kin, although she looked nothing like him. Frostpool was lithe and light-footed, slightly small for her age, and had a very pretty white and grey-speckled pelt, while Duskpelt was large for his size, well-muscled and tall, and had a raven-black pelt. Even they're personalities were different. Duskpelt was more serious and reserved, while Frostpool still acted like a kit. The only similarity, it seemed, was they're striking green eyes.
And as Duskpelt was her father, she wanted to see her kin give birth to her nephew. Or niece. She sat at the entrance, and watched as Honeystripe forced her way through the lichen, carrying a mouthful of herbs.
"Okay, good, you're finished, Frostpool. Two healthy she-cats!"
Rainwing peeked his head in. "Thank StarClan! Are you alright? Do you feel sick? Do you need something? I could fetch some fresh-kill, or water, or—"
"Stuff a mouse in it and leave me alone." Frostpool murmured tiredly, although her eyes sparkled with affection. "What should we name them? Oh, Willowstream, is that you? Come in!" She called weakly.
Willowstream padded into the den. The small kits were beautiful. They were tiny and had virtually no fur yet, but they were beautiful.
"Flykit…Batkit…Hello." Willowstream whispered.
"Good job, Willowstream, I like those names. Hello, Batkit, Flykit."
"And sometimes, I wonder why I choose you as my mate." Rainwing sighed.
"Because you love me!" Was the last thing Willowstream heard as she exited the den.
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Willowpaw's pelt felt prickly. She turned around, in time to see Emberpaw lower his head from her gaze.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Nothing…" He stammered, adverting his gaze.
And even moments like that had felt special somehow.
But now…she didn't know. Emberheart hadn't talked to her for days. Every time she had seen him, he didn't look at her and went back out of camp to hunt or talked to another warrior. She had observed this behavior with Seastorm and Robinpaw, but she knew that they liked each other, but were too fearful to admit it. What was Emberheart to her? A friend, yes, a best friend, yep, but as a mate? She didn't know. She seemed to get a ticklish feeling in her belly, and her head felt light whenever he was near.
"Emberheart…" His name rolled off her tongue, and she felt happy somehow.
"Yes?" Willowstream was startled by a voice behind her.
"I um..err…wanted to say that…I um…I…"
"Are you going to stutter all day, or are you going to answer me?"
"I…I'm sorry." She bowed her head.
"For what?" She knew Emberheart probably knew exactly what she was talking about.
"When I spaced out and didn't pay attention to what you were saying." She mewed.
"I'm halfway glad you didn't hear it. And anyone else, for that matter." He looked away.
She licked his ear. "Well, I'm glad we're back…as friends." They both seemed disappointed by that sentence. And she didn't ask why.
She already knew.
WOOT! Romance-y love-y cat OC time!
Next chapter: Look into FireClan, and maybe MountainClan. Plus, Dapplestar has some announcements.
Sorry to Balzbucklasz. I know you wanted your cats to be you know... older, like six moons old, but...
I needed someone to play as the kits...
Mi yan hay yo. ('sorry' in Korean.)
So, next chapter we see this in FireClan's eyes.
Slow down the romance OC cat love time... NO!
Oh well.
R/R? No flames?
