I feel sooooooooo bad!
Anyway, let's start. PLEASE review and send in OCs that you don't mind me using, or even just names and appearances...I need to fill up the other Clans for some scenes I want to write.
Echowhisper's POV:
She sat in her nest, senses alert. She heard a thundering of pawsteps and guessed that the Gathering patrol was back. Finchfeather and Rosethorn burst into the warriors den and purred when they saw her.
"Hey," she murmured. "what happened?"
"Guess what?!" Finchfeather mewed loudly, causing some of the other warriors to grumble loudly.
"What?"
"Mousefang died in a battle with rats! Stonetooth is the new ShadowClan deputy!"
"What?!" Echowhisper mewed in shock.
"I know!" whispered Rosethorn.
"What else happened?"
"Poppyfr-I mean Poppypaw got her full name, Poppyfrost. It's about time, too." Finchfeather mewed.
"Yeah...Gooseleg got his name after only six moons, but she's been a medicine cat apprentice for ages...I wonder why Gooseleg got his name so soon?" Echowhisper mused.
"Oh, and Frogpaw, Marshpaw and Hollypaw got their full names. They're Marshpelt, Hollyberry and Frogfoot." Rosethorn added.
"Did the new apprentices enjoy their first Gathering?"
"Oh, they loved it." Finchfeather mewed in awe.
"Redpaw beat a ShadowClan apprentice in a mock-fight, I think it was Vinepaw. Twigpaw was so loud that a WindClan elder cuffed her to be quiet, and Shadepaw stuck so close to me that I could barely walk." purred Rosethorn in amusement.
"Pity Amberkit couldn't be there." Finchfeather broke in.
Echowhisper felt a pang of pity for the kit. She had whitecough, and hadn't become an apprentice yet. She probably felt just like Echowhisper, left behind and apart from her littermates. Rosethorn was Shadepaw's mentor and Finchfeather was Redpaw's. Twigpaw's mentor was Ashbark.
Rosethorn seemed to sense what she was feeling. "I'm sure you'll get an apprentice soon." she mewed. Echowhisper wasn't so sure. Who wanted a blind cat as their mentor?
"Well, it's time for me to sleep." she mewed. Rosethorn settled herself down so that she was in her own nest but she could lick Echowhisper's ears comfortingly. Finchfeather grunted something about littermates and settled himself in his own nest. One by one, other warriors began to settle down.
"Echowhisper, you're on patrol with me." Reedfall mewed.
"Who else is going?" she asked sleepily.
"Bloomleaf and Aspenpaw."
She felt a surge of resentment towards Aspenpaw. He was becoming a warrior that day.
"Let's go," she murmurs softly. He nods and they pad softly to the camp entrance, where Bloomleaf and Aspenpaw are waiting. Bloomleaf quivers in anticipation, while Aspenpaw remains cool and collected. Aspenpaw nods respectfully to Reedfall and they start to patrol.
"Can all cats old enough to catch their own prey please gather around the-" mews Runningstar. Echowhisper stiffens and pads out of camp, grateful for the hunting patrol that she was assigned to. She spends the rest of the afternoon hunting, and coms back with three mice.
"Well done!" mews Rosethorn, nudging the mice appreciatively.
"Prey's starting to run," she responds.
"Aspenstorm said that he scented a vole nest on the patrol this morning." Rosethorn adds.
"It was voles, and there were actually two nests." Echowhisper corrects.
Thistlelight's POV:
He sighs in annoyance as Finchfeather trots up to him.
"I assume you want to know why Gooseleg got his name so early?" he mutters.
"O-oh, no. I was wondering if you had any herbs for Robinflight. I gave her a rabbit earlier but she said that she wasn't hungry, and she was coughing." Finchfeather said nervously.
"Okay, I'll bring something to her," Thistlelight says firmly, waving him aside.
He was thrust back in his head to the night when Gooseleg-then Goosepaw- had shaken him awake in panic.
"I...I saw so many kits...I watched them grow up, how they died..." Goosepaw had gulped.
"Any cats you knew?" Thistlelight had asked, trying to comort the frightened apprentice with his tail while pawing together a pile of thyme.
"Yes...and some I didn't...there was one that...a dark ginger one that was in Twolegplace...it looked terrified."
"Go to sleep," Thistlelight had said firmly, giving Goosepaw the thyme.
Then, in his dreams, a StarClan cat had visited him.
"Larksong!" he called in joy.
"Thistlelight."
"Goosepaw had some weird dreams...were they real?"
"They weren't dreams. They were visions."
"But then..."
"He has a great power."
"Thistlelight?" asked a voice, wrenching him from his thoughts.
"I-what?"
"Can I bring some tansy to Robinflight for her cough? I already gave her some juniper berries for her belly, she said it was sore so she didn't want to eat." The voice belonged to Gooseleg.
"I-yes...sure," he replied.
Adderpaw's POV:
He grabbed the rat's body in his jaws, lifting it high above the marshy ground. Behind him were the panicked yowls of his Clanmates as they were surprised by the rats that they were hunting. He carried on with his rat until he heard a harshly familiar screech. Vinepaw! He dropped the rat in the marsh and sprinted back towards his brother. While the surprised yowls from before were merely from shock as a rat erupted from the pile of Twoleg junk, this screech was from a cat in pain.
He raced to the mound where Vinepaw had been hunting. He saw five-no, six, rats swarming over a writhing body. Vinepaw's.
In fury, Adderpaw leapt onto his brother and tossed a rat aside. He bit into the neck of another, and threw another so hard that it stayed down, dazed. Vinepaw struggled up and began to send blows towards the largest rat, while Adderpaw dealt with the rest.
"Thanks," gasped Vinepaw, struggling for breath. Adderpaw just nodded, before fading away into the shadows to go retrieve his rat.
He hissed in annoyance as he uncovered it, covered in mud and tangled in some vines. He dropped it, leaving it to rot, and he padded back to Vinepaw. Wordlessly, he picked up the largest rats and left the rest of the bodies behind. They padded in silence until they reached the ShadowClan camp. Scarstripe, who was standing guard, looked them over in irritation. Their dishevelled appearance wouldn't go unnoticed. Sure enough, as they dropped their rats onto the fresh-kill pile, Fernpaw rushed up to them.
"Are you okay?!"
Vinepaw nodded mutely, while Adderpaw brushed past them. Without a word, he padded to his nest and slipped into his dreams, to find Mapleshade waiting for him.
Swiftpaw's POV:
She dashed up to the ridge, peering over the moor for any sight of the large, fat rabbit. The wind buffeted her fur and she almost fell off. There! She leaped off the ridge in a tumble of small, loose stones and ran to the sandy dip in the moor that was the home to a large number of rabbit warrens. Her fur bristled as she picked up the stale scents of Woolpaw in the entrance to one. Her father was a tunneller and he wanted his kits to follow in his pawsteps. Stonepaw loved the tunnels, his broad shoulders making it hard for him to maneuver through the prickly gorse. He faced issues underground too, but he managed. Featherpaw too, it seemed, liked to escape from the winds into the stillness of the tunnels. Woolpaw was Swiftpaw's only sensible littermate. He hated the tunnels, but Sootflash was his mentor and expected him to at least try. She bristled as she remembered that she was going in the tunnels at sunhigh the next day. She shook away these thoughts and dashed towards a recent burrow, seeing a tiny white tail bob into it as she approached. Grumbling to herself, she lowered herself in and padded stealthily along the tunnel. Her eyes adjusted to the dark, and soon she could see two eyes, watching her. She took a deep breath and jumped, ready for dirt to pour down onto her. None did. She blinked, and began dragging the rabbit back up the tunnel.
"Got you!" shrieked Woolpaw in excitement as he pounced on her. She twisted and began battering his belly with her hind paws. Her brother still acted like a kit, even though they were apprentices!
"Nice catch," commented Sootflash, sniffing the rabbit. "That'll feed a few cats."
Muddypelt's POV:
He dashed a paw into the river, scooping up a long, silver fish. He tossed it onto the bank beside him and planted a paw on it while it wriggled. Satisfied that it was dead, he picked it up and trotted back to camp.
"Thanks," mewed Carpjaw, scooping it out of Muddypelt's mouth and racing to the nursery with it.
"Hey!" Muddypelt called, but Carpjaw didn't hear him. Angrily, Muddypelt turned to go back to the river.
"Help!" called a soft voice.
"Who's that?" he growled.
"My name is Cloud. I'm coming to see my littermates. Is this ThunderClan?"
"No! Go away!" he screeched, hating her for being a kittypet. He leaped at a bush and was rewarded by a squeal as he dug his claws into the soft white pelt.
"Go back to your Twolegs, and never come back!" he hissed. She gave him one look from terrified blue eyes before turning and sprinting for the moor, two thin scratches visible on her fluffy pelt.
Echowhisper's POV:
"No...Mapleshade...don't..." she murmured in her sleep, before a paw prodded her awake.
"Echowhisper? Are you alright?" asked Acornfur.
"Yeah."
"Okay. Go back to sleep," mewed Acornfur gently, going back to her nest.
Echowhisper was wide awake now. Her Clan was starving, and Mapleshade told her it was okay...I don't care what Mapleshade says...
She stretched and snuck out of camp, heading for ShadowClan. As soon as she stepped into their territory, she smelled a big, fat rabbit. It must have strayed over the WindClan border. Her mouth watered as she leaped at it, killing it instantly. She dragged it back to her territory and rolled it in the ThunderClan scent markers so that it smelled like ThunderClan. She buried it and headed back to ShadowClan.
The faint line of dawn was getting brighter as she brought the last lot of prey back. It had taken her three journeys, and she heard the Clan's mews of delight at the fully stocked fresh-kill pile.
"Who did this?" mewed Briarflower in amazement.
"Isn't this Echowhisper's fur?" Reedfall asked in surprise.
"That's right." Echowhisper mewed. Heads jerked around to stare at her.
"Where did you find all this prey?" Runningstar mewed, bounding down from the Highrock.
"I...er, went to the Treecutplace. I remembered a strong scent of...squirrel there, so I went there first. There's no point going back, I caught everything." she mewed, hastily adding in the last bit as cats began to mew.
ThunderClan:
Warriors:
Aspenstorm (pale grey tom with startling bright green eyes) keeps to himself unless it's urgent, likes talking about his life as a rogue if he has a captive audience, easy-going and modest
Finchfeather (golden tom, green eyes) eager and strong (Redpaw)
Rosethorn (dark ginger, almost red she-cat, dark blue eyes) sweet but nervous (Shadepaw)
Ashbark (dark grey she-cat, amber eyes) stealthy and sly (Twigpaw)
Apprentices:
Twigpaw (small black she-cat with a patch of ginger, green eyes) bouncy and loud
Redpaw (fluffy ginger tom, green eyes) bossy and strong
Shadepaw (tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes) quiet and obedient
ShadowClan:
Deputy:
Stonetooth (smoky gray tom, twin burn scars on back, dark blue eyes) harsh, cruel, judgemental and fiercely protective
Medicine cat apprentice:
Frogfoot (small, gray tom, green eyes) bossy and eager
Warriors:
Marshpelt (large, dark brown tom, striking blue eyes) aloof and silent
Hollyberry (black she-cat with bright green eyes) playful and loud
RiverClan:
Medicine cat apprentice:
Poppyfrost (small calico she-cat with green eyes) wise, gentle and highly respected
Eeek, that was too short. I'm so, so sorry!
QOTD:
What is the ideal length for a chapter, in your opinion?
Create a name for this cat:
WindClan, thin, pale brown tom, leaf-green eyes
