Fullmetal Warrior: Bright Dawn

by Potato Chips and Power Levels

"...and only the one with the Metal Wing can end the sea of Blood..." That was the vauge but urgent warning that Edward Elric recieved the day he was stabbed. Waking up just outside a Clan of wild cats and eventually learning their ways, he must now uncover a dark secret to save both their world and his own... ((Temporarily on hold; being rewritten))

2. Enter: Ravenpaw

Fullmetal Warrior Chapter Two

I growled softly and glared at the ground.
"My name's Graypaw!" the gray tom introduced.
"And I care?" I muttered.
The golden tabby padded into a large clearing filled with cats. He placed me gently on the ground next to Graypaw, and I looked around in alarm. Cats sat around talking, grooming other cats, eating small birds and rodents...
"Hey Firepaw!" Graypaw called, bounding away to where an orange tabby tom sat alone by a tree.
"Bluestar!" the golden tom called softly. A blue-gray she-cat poked her head out from inside a small cave.
"Lionheart." she greeted.
"Who's this kit you have with you?"
"KIT?! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING SO DAMN SMALL THAT I NEED TO BE CAREFUL WHEN I GO OUTSIDE OR ELSE ANTS WILL STOMP MY HEAD INTO THE GROUND?!" I yowed.
All the cats in the clearing looked up, uncertain, wary looks on their faces.
"My name," I growled.
"Is Edward Elric."
"Where are you from?" the she-cat questioned.
"Are you a loner? What is your objective? Why are you on ThunderClan territory?"
Her eyes fell on my paws.
"What...what are you? What happened to you? Was it twolegs?"
"I-I-" I stammered, dazed by all her questions.
"It's a twoleg thing." called a voice. I turned around to see the orange tabby that Graypaw was talking to earlier.
"Called metal. They use it to make things. It's...It's like the stuff that was on my collar."
I looked around and realized that the entire clearing of cats had fallen silent and had gathered around us.
"That's right!" A cream tabby tom sneered.
"Firepaw here is a kittypet!"
"No he's not!" Graypaw defended.
"That's enough! Both of you!" the gray she-cat growled.
"Edward," she said to me.
"ThunderClan is in need of strong, healthy warriors. You were found wandering our land, clearly lost, and you are now in our debt. Why not consider joining us?"
I thought about that for a moment.
"What's in it for me?" I challenged.
The cat, who was obviously the leader, just blinked calmly.
"A warm nest, prey-filled forest, any fresh-kill you catch. A Clan that loves and respects you. Full warrior training."
I nodded slowly.
"And the catch is?"
"Queens, kits, and elders must be fed first. Contribute to the Clan above all else. Know where your loyalty lies."
"Alright. I'll join you."
What've I got to lose?
"...Firepaw. A little while back, you named this substance." she said, swishing her tail over my right forepaw.
"Metal." Firepaw meowed confidently.
"Edward, how old are you?"
Shit! I don't know my age in cat years! I'm sixteen years old!
"Twelve moons." I replied. That felt right. My cat body is twelve moons old.
"From this moment on, until you earn your full warrior name, you shall be known as Metalpaw."
"Metalpaw!" Graypaw and Firepaw cheered, followed reluctantly by the others.
"Metalpaw! Metalpaw!"
"Firepaw! Graypaw! Whitestorm! Lionheart!" the leader called.
"Yes, Bluestar?" a fluffy white tom answered.
"Come with me. Longtail! Take Sandpaw, Dustpaw, and Mousefur hunting!" she called over her shoulder.
"Metalpaw." she said, turning to me.
"My name is Bluestar. Whitestorm," she told the fluffy white tom.
"It's time I gave you an apprentice. You will mentor Metalpaw."
The bushes behind us rustled, and a small black and white tom with light purple eyes burst into the camp.
"Redtail is dead!" he gasped.
And then he passed out.