[A/N]: Hey Everyone, before I would like to begin this story, I would like to say that I've been kicking this idea around inside my head for a bit while doing other stories and that was that I wanted to remake one of my older stories and make it longer and a lot more interesting. Seeing the other WW2 fics can get very long, I want to use this and kind of make a return to Omaha once more after being there just mere years ago. I'm finally remaking World War Warriors. I felt like 36K in 2019 was decent but now that seems like baby numbers to me. Time to give this fic some restoration it deserves.
Allegiances: For all characters (Names, ranks and weapons given)
Thunderclan:
Leader: Bluestar (Rank: Staff Sergeant, Weapon: M1A1 Thompson)
Deputy: Fireheart (Rank Sergeant, Weapon: M1A1 Carbine)
Medicine cat: Cinderpelt (Rank: Combat medic, Weapon: M1 Garand)
Warriors: (Toms and she-cat without recruits)
Whitestorm (Rank: Corporal, Weapon: M1A1 Carbine)
Darkstripe (Rank: Corporal Lance, Weapon: M1 Garand)
Longtail (Rank: Corporal Lance, Weapon: M1903A4 Springfield with a 330C Scope)
Frostfur (Rank PFC, Weapon: M1 Garand)
Brindleface (Rank PFC, Weapon: M1918A2 BAR)
Brackenfur (Rank: PFC, Weapon: M3A1 Grease Gun)
Mousefur (Rank: PFC, Weapon: M1A1 Carbine)
Dustpelt (Rank: PFC, Weapon M1A1 Thompson)
Sandstorm (Rank: PFC, Weapon: M1 Garand)
Apprentices: (Rookies training)
Swiftpaw (Rank: Private, Weapon M1 Garand)
Brightpaw (Rank: Private, Weapon M1A1 Carbine)
Thornpaw (Rank: Private, Weapon M1A1 Carbine)
Cloudpaw (Rank: Private, Weapon M1 Garand)
Ashpaw (Rank: Private, Weapon M1 Garand)
Fernpaw (Rank: Private, Weapon M1918A2 BAR)
Trainers: (Cats training new recruits)
Willowpelt (Rank: Corporal Lance, Weapon: M3A1 Grease Gun)
Recruits: Rainkit (M1 Garand), Sootkit (M1 Garand), Sorrelkit (M1 Garand)
Goldenflower (Rank: Staff Sergeant, Weapon: M1919A4 MMG)
Recruits: Bramblekit (M1 Garand), Tawnykit (M1 Garand)
Speckletail (Rank: Staff Sergeant, Weapon: M1A1 Thompson)
Recruits: Snowkit (?)
Elders: (Planners for operations now retired from regular combat)
Smallear (Rank: Master Sergeant)
Oneeye (Rank: Master Sergeant)
Dappletail (Rank: First Sergeant)
Shadowclan:
Leader: Tigerstar (Rank: Unterfeldwebel, Weapon: StG 44, Former Thunderclan Sergeant)
Deputy: Blackfoot (Rank: Feldwebel, Weapon: StG 44)
Medicine cat: Runningnose (Rank: Stabsarzt, Weapon: Kar98K)
Apprentice: Littlecloud (Rank: Stabsarzt, Weapon: Kar98K)
Warriors:
Darkflower (Rank: Unteroffizer, Weapon: Mp40)
Oakfur (Rank: Obersoldat, Weapon: Kar98K)
Boulder (Rank: Unteroffizer, Weapon: Mp40)
Russetfur (Rank: Obersoldat, Weapon: Gewehr 43)
Jaggedtooth (Rank: Obersoldat, Weapon: Mg42)
Apprentices:
Cedarpaw (Rank: Soldat, Weapon: Kar98K)
Rowanpaw (Rank: Soldat, Weapon:Gewehr 43)
Trainers:
Tallpoppy (Rank: Obersoldat, Weapon Fg42)
Windclan:
Leader: Tallstar (Rank: Brigadier General, Weapon: M1A1 Thompson)
Deputy: Deadfoot (Rank: 2nd Lieutenant, Weapon: Lee Enfield No. 4 Mark 1)
Medicine cat: Barkface (Rank: Combat medic, Weapon: Lee Enfield No. 4 Mark 1)
Warriors:
Mudclaw (Rank: Corporal, Weapon: Lee Enfield No. 4 Mark 1)
Tornear (Rank: PFC, Weapon: Sten Gun Mark 2)
Onewhisker (Rank: PFC, Weapon: Bren Gun Mark 2)
Webfoot (Rank: PFC, Weapon: M1A1 Thompson)
Runningbrook (Rank: PFC, Weapon: Sten Gun Mark 2)
Apprentices:
Gorsepaw (Rank: Private, Weapon: Lee Enfield No. 4 Mark 1)
Trainers:
Ashfoot (Rank: Staff Sergeant, Weapon: Bren Gun Mark 2)
MorningFlower (Rank: Staff Sergeant, Weapon: Lewis Gun Mark 2)
Whitetail (Rank: PFC, Weapon: Lee Enfield No. 4 Mark 1)
Riverclan:
Leader: Crookedstar (Prisoner of War)
Deputy: Leopardfur (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Medicine cat: Mudfur (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Warriors:
Blackclaw (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Stonefur (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Mistyfoot (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Loudbelly (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Heavystep (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Shadepelt (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Graystripe (Rank: Missing)
Apprentices:
Dawnpaw (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Trainers:
Mosspelt (Rank: Prisoner of War)
Elders:
Graypool (Rank: Resistance coordinator)
Outsiders:
Ravenpaw (Former Thunderclan Private, Gone AWOL, Weapons: Panzerfaust, Mp40)
Barley (Former Bloodclan Soldat, Gone AWOL, Weapons: Mp40)
Princess (Journalist, Fireheart's sister and Cloudpaw's mother)
Smudge (Journalist, Fireheart's friend)
Mitchell (African Painted dog, former Polish private, Weapon: Karabin Samopowtarzalny wz.38M)
Vasily (Weapon: M1891/30 Mosin Nagant with a PU Scope)
Makarov (Weapon: PPSh-41)
Bao (Weapon: PPD-40)
Bayani (Weapon: M1928 Thompson with Drum magazine)
Sasha (Shadowclan Agent, Weapon: P08 Luger)
Okay without a further ado, let's begin.
"Hello my name is Cloudpaw, I'm part of the Thunderclan Platoon and I've been a Private for the past year now. I've seen plenty of bloodshed and combat where I come from, helping my group take Italy was a breeze but now we're moving onto the big stuff. I am writing back home now that I think of it." Cloudpaw would introduce the audience to himself almost if we were following his pawsteps.
June 5th, 1944, London, UK: 20:00
Cloudpaw and his group had been spending the past day in London, they were reading up for the motherload of operations. Everyone seemed anxious as tonight was the night. Deadfoot, the second in command of the Windclan group, walked over to greet Cloudpaw.
"Greetings there apprentice, you seem to be tuckered out from your adventure." Deadfoot began. Cloudpaw looked at the deputy who looked like he had a limp in one of his paws.
"Yeah, it seems to be, I'll never forget that adventure I had in Italy with those dogs. I just hope Dart is going to make it home safely." Cloudpaw told Deadfoot about what was going to happen.
"Don't worry, this war will be over. We're preparing for a massive invasion tomorrow and you'll be one of its many participants." Deadfoot reassured him that the operation would be a success. Fireheart walked over to them to begin speaking.
"I see my nephew is up and about ready to keep fighting my marshmallow?" Fireheart asked Cloudpaw if he was ready to keep going.
"But where are you going?" Cloudpaw asked Fireheart.
"High up in the sky, you'll be strolling on those beaches when we have secured the area." Fireheart nodded with reply. Cloudpaw didn't know for certain if this was true as Fireheart spoke more. "Brightpaw is coming with us." He added. Cloudpaw felt nervous, Brightpaw was a cat he had a crush on.
"You sure you two will make it out of there okay?" Cloudpaw asked, he was feeling the anxiety run down his spine almost if he was going to freeze under a block of ice.
"We'll be okay, we'll see each other tomorrow so that is for certain." Fireheart told Cloudpaw before he walked away. Cloudpaw was left without words to describe it, he knew something could go wrong tomorrow and everything was going to fall apart.
"Don't worry, the others will be fine, as long as you don't stress on it, you can make it out of there." Cloudpaw turned around trying to figure out who said that, it was Brindleface.
"Brindleface, I don't know if what you say is with one hundred percent certainty, I can't describe it." Cloudpaw mewed, he didn't know what he was going to say about this.
"Trust me, you'll be fine, Fireheart is going to be fine as well, he is going to go first to make sure those beaches are clear for you." Brindleface patted Cloudpaw on his back. She walked off as another cat made her appearance. It was Bluestar, the she-cat had become deranged from her trip from Italy but she still had some hope left in her. She looked at Cloudpaw and began speaking to him.
"Are you nervous?" She asked. Cloudpaw turned to face his leader.
"Yeah I seem to be, I don't know if we will all make it over?" Cloudpaw asked, he was still feeling anxious about the whole ordeal.
"Don't be, I won't let anything happen to my group even if I had to go down fighting." Bluestar mewed before turning away and began walking. "Come, we're boarding troop ships heading for Normandy beach. I bet you'll get to see your friends before that fateful day comes upon you." Bluestar began to walk away as Cloudpaw decided to take a moment to reflect. He pulled a Webley Mark VI that he received as a present, perhaps this could come in handy when it came to blasting through the enemy. Gathering himself together, he began to walk off, the beaches were going to be waiting for him and his friends. There was no looking back.
Fireheart and Deadfoot had gathered in a room along with Whitestorm, Mousefur and their apprentices. Tallstar was laying out the plan for the cats while they took their seats.
"Okay according to our intelligence, Riverclan should be a stroll in the park, and if there is any enemy, they will be few and most likely resting after their fight with the bears whom we're not good friends with I'm afraid. So here is the plan, we're splitting into small groups as some of us will be paradropped into enemy lines. Our bombers are flattening the enemy so this task should be easy. Thunderclan will have its own group of five cats which will consist of Fireheart, Whitestorm, Mousefur, Thornpaw and Brightpaw along with other Thunderclan irregulars. Deadfoot will be given Tornear and Ashfoot along with their irregulars. The goal is to get both forces united and hopefully the three clans united, Skyclan will be landing at Juno beach and hopefully we should have learned our mistakes from Operation Jubilee. Any questions?" Tallstar laid out the invasion plan to drop cats from above and to tie down Shadowclan cats in the area while the others came to their rescue. He then asked if any of them were going to question his plans or wanted elaborations. None of them spoke while Tallstar looked out ahead. "Okay good, transport planes are waiting nearby so get on them. Hopefully we can see each other within a couple of weeks." Tallstar walked away. The others began to do so as well. Their operation was going to begin.
Fireheart got inside of the transport aircraft with the other irregulars. He clutched his carbine that he had been given months earlier, it was reliable when it came to taking out the threat but he still felt like he wasn't at ease. Brightpaw was feeling the same way.
"Fireheart, do you know if I'll be able to see Cloudpaw again?" Brightpaw asked, she felt scared that they were going to be paradropped into the enemy territory to start up a fight. Fireheart looked over to her.
"We should be able to make it out of there if we can, it won't be pretty but we will be determined to try fighting our way out of there." Fireheart told Brightpaw that their fight with the big kid was able to start. "You've handled Italy but this won't be a walk in the park." The engines to the transport planes began to start as their engines were buzzing overhead. Their lift off was counting down. Brightpaw turned her back to see they were now moving.
"Yeah I guess I share too much of my anxiety along with my friend if I will admit." Brightpaw told Fireheart that she was feeling insecure as well. She looked behind as the transport planes had taken off from the ground and was now flying in the sky like an eagle.
"I know, you feel nervous, hopefully we should make it out of there in one piece, hopefully." Fireheart patted Brightpaw on her back, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay, they were the first to be dropped in and they were important.
On the transport ship, four cats had huddled around the table as Cloudpaw continued to fill in the reader about the group he was assigned to.
"Now I've seen all types of faces in Bootcamp and out here, I'll introduce you to my friends that we're working with. The first one is Swiftpaw, he seems to be the oldest of the bunch, always trying to get his way with the she-cats, I guess he seems to be having his way as I sense he likes Brightpaw. The one next to him, the one with the blonde patch of fur on his head, that's Ashpaw, he's a jibber-jabber. I didn't like him on the first day when we met but he's been my buddy ever since. He shares a lot of interests and probably wishes he had a bazooka on him. He's like a monster in combat. And the last one is the chubby support gunner Fernpaw, she's a pretty sweet city girl who always seems to have her heart for Dustpelt. If there's anyone who likes me other than Brightpaw, it's her." Cloudpaw described everyone who was who. Ashpaw was jabbering on while Fernpaw was checking out her camera while Ashpaw was playing with his rifle bayonet.
"So back in high school, he was asking for my watch and I was like, why do you want my watch for, I'm no quarterback, I want to be a chemist and create all of those explosions, I nearly got expelled for blowing up my chemistry class that one time." Ashpaw would tell his friends about the experience growing up.
"Sounds like you've had quite the experience growing up, my teachers would have praised me while you were getting yelled at since you're a rule breaker." Cloudpaw told Ashpaw in a joking manner. Ashpaw would jab the rifle bayonet on the table while Fernpaw was looking at the camera.
"Yeah, it's like you had all the fun behind the enemy lines with those dogs and the girls love ya for some reason. Swiftpaw seems to have no such luck." Ashpaw told Cloudpaw before he jabbed the rifle bayonet on the table again. Fernpaw looked up to Ashpaw.
"Yeah almost if we're siblings, I think Ashpaw's got the creative mind in his head, almost if he's ready to blow it all up with a stick of dynamite. I still love him either way." Fernpaw told Cloudpaw as Ashpaw jabbed the rifle bayonet on the table, dangerously close to Fernpaw's paw. She looked at Ashpaw and began speaking. "Move the bayonet farther away from here, I still want my paws for when I start taking pictures in Riverclan."
"Yeah so?" Ashpaw asked.
"So I would like to have both paws when I start snapping the pictures to put them in Thuderclan's magazines." Fernpaw told Ashpaw that her paws were important. "I just got this camera today." Swiftpaw decided to put down his magazine as the three of them were starting a ruckus.
"You know Ashpaw, you're always looking for trouble, I wouldn't be surprised if you got expelled, but seeing how there is a war going on, you're trying to find all sorts of ways to get yourself to bite off more than you could chew. I'm not sure any She-cat would like to hang out with a mad-tom like you." Swiftpaw told Ashpaw as he knew he had been through this mess and it was bound to happen.
"What's that happens when you grab a snake by the tail, the snake will try to bite you almost like that one football quarterback I squared off in a poker match, you should have seen his face when I got my paws on that winning pot. You never mess with me." Ashpaw would jab the rifle bayonet on the table multiple times almost if his paw was in the spot the rifle bayonet was in. "Almost if he got flushed down the toilet along with the dirt."
"Maybe your lubbards will find a she-cat one day like me." Swiftpaw boasted. Cloudpaw turned to Swiftpaw.
"What if that girl was Fernpaw?" Cloudpaw asked. Fernpaw blushed as she had been surprised. Ashpaw laughed with excitement as she was getting mentioned.
"Nah she's probably got her way with Dustpelt. They must love each other I'm telling you. I'm sure they'll be in the same bunk seven ways to sunday." Ashpaw joked with the other toms. Fernpaw realized something, they knew they were going to be late.
"Oh briefing about to start, we don't want to be late." Fernpaw replied, she got up along with the other apprentices and began to get up and head to where the meeting room was going to be held. Cloudpaw looked over as Swiftpaw and Fernpaw went into the other room. Cloudpaw and Ashpaw were held up by Bluestar who blocked the doorway.
"Briefing about to start, where do you think you two are going?" Bluestar asked, she didn't know if they were going to be able to make it.
"And there's Bluestar, she's a good leader and willing to give an awe inspiring speech when you need it." Bluestar turned to Cloudpaw as she wanted to be straight with him.
"You kittypet think you're special huh, Shadowclan's about to eat your lunch." Bluestar asked Cloudpaw as if it was a message that the Shadowclan cats were going to kill him.
"Don't worry Bluestar, our lunch is secured." Ashpaw reassured her that death wouldn't come knocking on their door and if it did, they would be ready to fight it.
"Watch your lip, Ashpaw." Bluestar warned him to not let his tongue slip as it might get them killed. "On me." Bluestar turned and began to walk away. Ashpaw and Cloudpaw followed, the Thunderclan's spot was a bunch of bunks and wooden crates. Cloudpaw sat down next to Sandstorm.
"Hey there, I've seen you in action by Fireheart, must've had one crazy adventure." She mewed and she began to shake Cloudpaw's paw.
"And that's Sandstorm, Fireheart's sweetheart, she hated him for sometime until he rescued her, she has been interested in him ever since. She's pretty rough when first meeting her but she's pretty alright. If there is such a thing as beauty, it has to be her. Brindleface's daughter." Cloudpaw introduced the audience to another member of the group.
"Okay, cats of Thunderclan, we got the message that the airborne are going in first and will begin fighting their way through. Once they got Shadowclan tied down, we're heading onto the beach, it should be a stroll through the park as they will have their heads in another direction. I expect everyone to be at their highest potential and charge through the madness. We're assigned to landing Easy Red. Hopefully the beach should be clear by then. I hope to see you all tomorrow morning." Bluestar walked away as the others were left scratching their heads. Sandstorm got up and Cloudpaw began to follow her. Sandstorm exited the lower decks while she and Cloudpaw were now on the bridge.
"So we're nervous for Fireheart?" Sandstorm asked Cloudpaw.
"Yeah, nervous for him, dunno if he's going to be lucky to survive this?" Cloudpaw added on. He looked down to the water below almost if the ocean was going to swallow them if they went overboard.
"He'll make it out of there, I promise. If you can survive hard times, so can he." Sandstorm tried to encourage Cloudpaw to keep his hopes up.
"Yeah, let's hope we're below while he's flying in the sky?" Cloudpaw mewed. He looked up to see hundreds of transport planes fly over their heads, Fireheart was going in first and his mission was going to begin.