No, you're not dreaming. I have updated. Any OCs who were given may have had their personality tweaked. And, to every reviewer, cookies! And two to all those who gave OCs! Thanks!
I've gone back and edited the other chapters. They've got better grammar and stuff now, so be happy about it and re-read them if you want.
Anyway, our last face of the chapter is Atface the Warrior: . Yay.
So, I've updated the story on the anniversary of when it was last updated. Fun, right? Well, I'm not posting replies to reviews unless I consider replying to them important now. So, anyway, onto the story! :)
Chapter 7: A Conclusion
Milkshade stared at the frog. It was perfect. It had that one design the good frogs always had . . . the one made by StarClan themselves.
Plumpness.
Okay, she was kidding. Or kitting. She supposed that was the proper term for a warrior to use for this kind of situation; after all, how would a Clan cat know Twoleg terms? Well, back to the point.
Milkshade stared at the frog for a moment longer, taking in its weird shade of muddy green as if she were about to eat it. Then she turned to her apprentice. "Mudpaw, keep an eye on the frog. If it moves, step on it and yowl for help as loudly as you can."
Mudpaw nodded and snapped his head around to stare at the frog unblinkingly. Milkshade stared approvingly for a few minutes, before turning and staring at the other warrior on the patrol, Darkdream, who was staring mysteriously at her tail. "Darkdream, it's your job to hunt down the voles. Mudpaw and I will step on all the frogs. Okay? Good, now go do whatever it is I told you to do," flicking her tail dramatically at Darkdream, she turned and sauntered over to her apprentice, who was holding down the frog with one paw and silently yowling. "Mudpaw, you have permission to kill the frog."
The apprentice seemed to sigh relief, turning back to the frog and doing the thing that made it's poor little spirit go to StarClan, just like the rest of it's froggy kin soon would. After all, if Milkshade didn't catch all the frogs on ShadowClan territory that day, it would be most disgraceful.
"Alright, Mudpaw. Go ahead and bring that back to camp, while I stare at all the frogs." Mudpaw nodded stiffly and marched in the direction of camp.
Milkshade bounced around and looked at the spot where Darkdream had been. She was still there, but she had a few voles. "Good work, Darkdreaminess or whatever your name is. You may take those back to camp. Your duty is done here," to this, Darkdream nodded dreamily and picked up her voles, before slowly and, with her usual mysterious grace, disappearing into the forest.
Milkshade sighed contentedly, before turning and staring at several frogs at once. Wow, there are so many! I wonder why they're all coming in this direction. It's like a whole frog-battle patrol, except with all four frog-Clans and more coming all at once! But I suppose there isn't such a thing as frog-Clans, so that doesn't make sense. She continued to stare at the frogs for a moment, before realizing that they were all gone. Oh. They must have escaped while I was thinking about the frog-Clans. Oh well, I'll just look for more.
She walked in circles for a few minutes, trying to find more frogs. But it appeared that there were none to be seen. Huh. I guess that giant patrol of frogs was all the frogs in the forest. I'll have to head back to camp, then; my only job here was to hunt frogs, but if they're all gone. . . . With a small sigh, she turned around and walked in the direction of the camp.
Wow, they're yowling a lot over there. I wonder what's going on? Maybe the frog I sent Mudpaw back with was a special frog. Oh, I better go eat it, then! And without further ado, she raced off to the camp. Of course, she wasn't expecting what she saw when she got there.
She halted in the entrance tunnel, staring. But this only lasted for a few moments. "The frog-Clans! We killed one of their members, and now they've come to take revenge! Nooooooo!" Of course, what else would her reaction be?
Frogs were hopping all over the camp. All over it. They were even on top of some of the cats! It was like they were expecting to get their frog-Clan member back just by sitting on Nettlestar's head. Which they were actually doing. There was about five on her head at the moment.
Everyone looked up at her cry, and seemed to notice the frogs for the first time. All at once, the camp was filled with caterwauls and running cats. Milkshade couldn't help but think that the speed of her Clanmates rivaled that of WindClan.
"Save us!"
"No! They're going after Nettlestar!"
"What? It can't be! We're doomed!"
"I don't care if they're our enemies, go get ThunderClan!"
Milkshade turned around and started trotting in the direction of ThunderClan territory. "Okay! I'll do that."
While she walked on, Milkshade thought about all the things that had happened that day. Sort of. Her thoughts actually went like this:
Hmm . . . it's such a nice day! She breathed in the scent of the forest. I wish I could eat a frog right now. Or a toad. What are toads again? Aren't they . . . squirrels, or something?
The thoughts continued like this, until she bumped into a tree and remembered what she was supposed to be doing. Oh yeah, ThunderClan. I forgot about that. She veered off of her original path (straight toward the Carrion Place; it had changed to that direction at some point while she was thinking) and back onto the one to ThunderClan.
The forest was calm and peaceful. Birds were chirping, mice were scuffling through the undergrowth, and, best of all, she could hear the cats back at the camp yowling about something. It was the very definition of quiet.
However, as it seemed, she had let her mind wander again. She only remembered what she should be doing (for the second time) when she saw the Thunderpath.
For a moment, she simply stared at the Monsters roaring past, splashing grimy water everywhere. Then she ran forward.
"AAAAHHHHH! Save us! the frog-Clans are attacking!"
She kept on repeating the sentence over and over, even when she had reached the ThunderClan camp and was yowling right in Meadowstar's face.
The cat blinked at her, seeming to slowly process her words. Milkshade calmly stared back, continuing to repeat how the frog-Clans were attacking like a mantra. The ThunderClan leader nodded slowly. "Alright, then. I suppose we could lend you some cats. I'll go get them." And the ThunderClan leader wandered away.
Milkshade continued her 'mantra' until Meadowstar came back with a crowd of other cats. "Lead the way."
Milkshade turned and started trotting to the ShadowClan camp, perfectly cheerful. She began explaining what had happened.
"—and then the frogs were all over the camp! Can you believe it?"
"Yes," said Meadowstar. "Some squirrels invaded our camp the other day, did you know?"
"Wow! I had no idea."
They continued on like this until they reached the camp. Everyone was sitting calmly, seemingly half-asleep, with frogs on them.
"Hey! I brought help!"
The cats immediately started panicking. "Help! Help! The frogs are trying to kill us! They've already killed Netlestar once, and she hasn't woken up yet!"
Milkshade looked at Nettlestar where, indeed, she was unconscious, and shrieked. She thought she heard a ThunderClan cat mutter about insane cats and fainting, but she ignored it.
"No! Nettlestar, don't worry! I've brought help!"
Nettlestar shot up, throwing frogs everywhere. "Good job, you shady piece of milk! ThunderClan cats, attack the frogs!" Then she flopped onto the ground again.
All the ShadowClan cats screamed. The ThunderClan cats looked on calmly.
"Well," said Meadowstar, "this isn't as bad as with the squirrels. ThunderClan warriors, get the frogs. I'll negotiate with Nettlestar until she wakes up."
The warriors obeyed, taking their time with killing the frogs. Milkshades sat back and wailed over her leader's lost life, and Meadowstar talked to Nettlestar until the last few frogs hopped out of camp to repopulate the forest. At that point, the ShadowClan leader sat up, yawning.
"What was that about squirrels?"
". . . and that's how it happened," Creekfeather-the-elder concluded.
The kits looked up at her in awe. "So the only Clan that wasn't attacked by prey was WindClan?"
Creekfeather nodded. "Yes. No one really knows why WindClan wasn't attacked. Something about the author of a 'fanfiction,' whatever that is, not really wanting to write about it anymore. Though, I have no idea what that means."
"Can you tell us the story again?"
Creekfeather shrugged. "I don't see why not." And she began again. . . .
Well, that's the conclusion. As Creekfeather said, I can't really write this anymore. I mean, not updating for exactly one year? Of course, I could have done it yesterday, but one of my sisters suggested doing it today and I thought it was a fun idea. :P
Sorry if I didn't end up using your OC, but the plans for the story changed and it became inconvenient. So, yeah. . . .
Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Can you guess what makes Milkshade different from the other POV characters? And which ThunderClan cat was the one who muttered about insane cats and fainting?
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~Loopy Leefy
