The Definition Of 'Cliche'

by do you fear god

I tried to make a fic that's riddled with cliches, to the point where the only original things are the character names, which aren't really that original. Oh boy am I going to have fun writing this. My work ethic dissapeared in 1986, so this may take a bit.

6. Four

A/N: I tried to make it as time-skippy as possible, did I do good enough without just saying "SIX MOONS LATER"?

(btw i use british english so thats grammatically correct)

A/N: I think this'll go on for around 20 more chapters, so buckle up! It's a long ride through cliche-town, and it KEEPS GROWING.

A/N: This was also rushed. I'm sorry it's so short, I couldn't find a way to extend it even to Starkit's Prophecy chapter length, which is the length I'm trying to emulate.

A/N: Please check out Rule Of Three at w w w . fanfiction . net / forum / Rule-of-Three / 209581. It's not very active, and that's why it needs members.

Four

Another Ceremony

With six moons past, and Whitepaw trained, and Appleleaf brutally beaten to death, it is yet again time for a ceremony. And no, it's not a celebration of Appleleaf's death, complete with singing 'Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead...'.[1] It's, of course, Whitepaw's warrior ceremony!

Whitepaw got up from the sticks and moss and looked at the bright day. His feet shuffled around in the mud before he stepped out.

"All cats who are old enough to catch their own prey come for a clan meeting!" Yowled Silverstar.

Whitepaw ran up first, desperate.

"Today, we are making a new warrior. Guess who." Said Silverstar, directly eyeing Whitepaw.

"Whitepaw, come up here." He soon added. "I, Silverstar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Whitepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I... Do." Whitepaw said, shaken at what it meant for him.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Whitepaw, from this moment on you will be known as Whitepool. StarClan honours your curiosity and bravery, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Silverstar looked at Whitepool in silence.

Whitepool stepped down and looked around. He was a warrior. A warrior. He saw Redberry, looking bitter about his defeat; he saw Aspenshade looking tired; he saw Appleleaf looking dead... And himself, looking proud.

No jokes. I'm tired.

OK, one. 1: That happened last week.