I know that I have rubbish commitment, story-wise, but for the last few months, I have been working on a brand new story on Word, which is why I have been incredibly inactive. It has a full plot and everything, and I've got 11 chapters already, so I'll begin posting it on a schedule when I figure one out. Just a warning, it's a bit of a slow starter but please bear with it, it does get better.
StarClan's prophesies have always been vague, though never misinterpreted by the medicine cats. However, when one certain feline makes a seemingly unfixable mistake, the already weakened HeatherClan threatens to collapse altogether…
Allegiances
HeatherClan
Leader- Nettlestar, a silver and white tabby tom with green eyes
Deputy- Furzefoot, a black tom with thick, scruffy fur and green eyes
Medicine Cat- Halfleaf, an elderly solid grey tom with a white chest patch and amber eyes
Apprentice- Cherrypaw
Warriors
Toms, and she-cats without kits
Lakesun, a thick furred ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes
Pearbranch, a tortoiseshell and white she-cat with blue eyes
Jaggedshade, a black and white tom with green eyes
Apprentice- Gladepaw
Mintnose, a white she-cat with black and ginger dapples and green eyes
Hazelflame, a light brown she-cat with amber eyes
Apprentice- Leafpaw
Coppershine, a thick-furred grey tabby tom with hazel eyes
Briarflash, a dark brown tabby she-cat with green eyes
Swifteagle, a grey tabby tom with yellow eyes
Apprentice- Raccoonpaw
Apprentices
She-cats and toms under the age of six moons
Cherrypaw, a pretty calico she-cat with hazel eyes
Gladepaw, a thick furred dark grey tom with black stripes and green eyes
Leafpaw, a thick furred tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes
Raccoonpaw, a pale grey ticked tabby with light green eyes
Queens
She-cats and their kits
Bluemoon, a blueish grey she-cat with green eyes and a light grey belly (Expecting kits)
Elders
Cats that are too old and/or weak to perform warrior duties
Sparkbranch, an elderly russet and white tabby she-cat with green eyes
Kindleberry, a thick-furred brown tom with misty grey-green eyes, retired early due to failing vision
Prologue
The young apprentice was dreaming. It was a place that she had never seen, though something about it seemed familiar. Confusion laced her hazel eyes as she scanned this new land, trying to figure out why it felt like she had been there before.
Placing a tentative paw in front of her, she began to move through the tall grass, slowly but with purpose. There was a single tree some fox-lengths away, and so that was where she began to head to, pelt prickling with apprehension and uncertainty.
She reached the tree in a matter of moments, her confusion growing as she noticed a fast-flowing river beside the tree that she had not even heard. Come to think of it, she had not heard anything since she had arrived in this new place. Confusion swiftly giving way to anxiety, the she-cat whirled around, extending her claws and raking them down the thick bark of the tree, something that had to make some form of noise.
Nothing. Her ears picked up no sound, only the silence which was ironically deafening. Struggling to keep from panicking, she headed off again through the grass at a faster pace, searching for something, anything, to explain why she was here. Maybe Halfleaf would know, though she couldn't really ask him until she woke up. If she woke up.
Her heart dropped at the pessimistic thought. No, she had to keep searching for something, not give up and think the worst! Though, what was she even looking for?
Momentarily reaching up onto her hind paws, she scanned around, seeing nothing but grass extending for miles in every direction. Though something caught her eyes, so small and faint that she missed it during the first look. It was a light piercing through the dark grasses, and it was enough to give her hope.
The apprentice pelted through the grass towards it, running for several minutes before she stopped, searching around again, making sure that she had not gotten turned around. Mercifully, she had not, the light seeming surprisingly nearer than before. As she got closer, something crept into her silenced ears, starting as a small noise and turning into an echoing chant.
'Embrace the unordinary. Embrace the unordinary.'
The words went on and on, a deafening chorus.
"What does that mean?" She raised her voice, yowling to be heard amongst the cries. "What's unordinary, and why should I embrace it?"
There was no response.
Without a warning, everything faded to black and the ground fell away beneath her paws. Giving a wail of fear, the young apprentice fell through the darkness, the wind whistling in her ears, even muting the chants that still filled her mind.
'Embrace the unordinary. What in the name of StarClan does that mean?'
