I'VE GOT THE MOST EXITING NEWS!!!
Well, maybe not really, but I was bored, so I decided to make a title page for SilverFang. I thinks its exiting, but if you don't, then...
Anywho, if you want to see it, tell me your email adress and I'll send it to you!
Oh, yeah, and as several people reminded me, Sunset does NOT come out in January. My Bad!
Replies:
Wildpaw's Loyalty: Dont worry, I will! Just a bit of writers block.
Oceanwind: Thanks. I dont have much money, either, but I'm managing. (My mom'll probably make me buy Sunset with my own money. It stinks)
Spottedmask: I did! See you next meeting!
Bluepelt: I never knew that...sCaRy. I like Hawkfrost, but he's gonna die in Sunset...I think. Silverpaw is a Shiloh Shepherd. If you go to google, then press images, then type it in, it'll show you some pictures! They're my favorite dog eva!
If you know any other she-cat for Ashfur...let me know. He's an awesome character, one of my faves!
SFLP: Did you know that when I type it your pen-name, it shows up without the line at the bottom. :(
Anywho...you made me crack up. ;) I now know its not coming out in january!!! AHHH!!!!
Nameless Nightmare: Yes. Im wrong. (cries) You are right. (cries harder) Thanks for the review!
Krissy25: Yey!
WildTotodile: Yes, Brambleclaw doesn't want to become leader his fathers way, BUT, he doesn't have the courage to challenge his father...yet!
Grizzlepelt: Me likey Silverpaw too! He's mine, MINE! (cackles evily) Thanks for the review!
vampireofchopsticks: sure ya do...see ya soon!
Disclaimer: I dont own warriors today...but perhaps tomorow...
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Brambleclaw's breath stuck in his throat, and he glanced back at his brother and father. They didn't seem to have noticed anything, and he glanced again at the pair of gleaming eyes.
Fear built up in him at the sight of seeing those huge fangs, and dread rose in him as a muzzle followed, and was about to inform his father when it spoke.
"Come."
Seeing its feral smile, all thought of fighting left his mind. Obediently, he walked casually into the brambles. The face smiled wider, then turned and set a steady pace away from the clearing. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he caught a glance of tabby fur, but couldn't stop to investigate. Pushing thoughts from his mind, he emerged into another clearing, and saw who it was he had followed.
Comet was on her side, panting, but not with effort, pointed with her nose for him to sit. Complying, he found a softer patch of wild grass and settled down, keeping his eyes trained on the ground.
"You smell of that traitorous cat," Comet remarked simply.
"He's not traitorous," Brambleclaw muttered in reply, trying to defend his father.
Comet narrowed her blue eyes. "When I first laid eyes on you, I knew you had been mislead by that filth. But as you sit here with evil in your heart, defending your sire-,"
"He's my father!" Brambleclaw spat, no longer intimidated, his fur fluffed up twice his size.
"Calm yourself, cat," Comet snarled back, standing to her full height, a good three fox-lengths high. "He may be your sire, but he sure isn't your father. Don't you remember? You said that yourself!"
"Tigerstar is my father!"
"Then you don't remember," Comet whispered. Bunching her muscles, she sprang at Brambleclaw. Instinctively, he ducked and twirled, trying to claw the dead dog back. In the back of his mind, he knew it was a dream, but as his claws snagged into her thick belly fur, and was pinned down by strong paws, it felt like reality.
"Remember, cat!" she snarled into his ear, and cuffed him upside the head with a paw just as big.
As he faded into unconsciousness, he found himself in the wide clearing he hadn't seem in moons. Four trees stood in the background, and Brambleclaw saw Firestars orange pelt amongst a throng cats.
In front of his leader he saw his father, Tigerstar, and his father was sneering at something. Craning his head, he saw himself as an apprentice, staring boldly into the cold amber eyes of his father.
Hissing something he could not heat, Tigerstar pointed with his tail to a small tawny tortoiseshell, and he heard himself reply, "Firestar is more of a father than you ever were!"
Brambleclaw saw the look of surprise and pleasure flash across Firestars face, before he stepped forward to protect the apprentice as Tigerstar bunched his legs to leap.
Instead of fighting Tigerstar stepped back, and signaled with tail. More cats emerged from the bushes.
Bloodclan.
I remember now.
Then everything faded into darkness.
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As he lifted his head up from his paws, he saw Comet grooming herself, and inwardly groaned. He was hoping in was morning, and no longer a dream.
"Remember?" she asked, looking up, her blue eyes reflecting the soul within her.
He looked away, not answering.
Comet sighed, exasperated, and said, "Do you remember when I first met you? Or do I have to make you relive that as well?"
"No, I remember," Brambleclaw spat, more annoyed at himself that the dog in front of him.
"Good. I was beginning to think you couldn't even remember your own name. I told you to not let pride blind your mind. Yet here you stand,
defending not your father like you say, but your selfish pride."
Still standing, she began to pace, talking all the while.
"You are letting go all you hold dear, just for a position of lies! Lies, cat!"
Stopping, she turned to the tom, looked at him straight in the eyes, and growled, showing her teeth, "You are letting something that is not you be you. Letting someone who would kill you without a second thought, govern your life, make your decisions for you, like a helpless pup!"
"Tigerstar doesn't do that," he replied, but it sounded hollow to his own ears.
"How do you know what he does and what he doesn't? He is evil, leads a troop of cats not worthy enough to go to Starclan. He is planning to attack your clan, your friends, your families, and yet you still defend him! What kind of cat are you!? To think that she still loves you! You were picked to be one of the chosen ones for a reason. Starclan believes in you, and you are letting them all down."
Pride made him mutter, "Then why don't they come and tell me that themselves?"
Comets keen ears heard him. "Foolish cat."
Walking over to him once more, she raised a massive forepaw. Brambleclaw closed his eyes, expecting the blow, and fell to the ground once more.
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He found himself in another memory, this time one that was not his own. Starlight sky was all around him, and he thought he was in the stars themselves.
Faint murmurs reached his ears, and he walked that way, feeling as if he was walking on nothing.
He saw the former deputy, Oakheart, who was killed by Tigerstar, facing Bluestar, Brambleclaws former leader, mew something.
"You still haven't made your choice for Thunderclan, Bluestar."
"No-but I am ready now," she replied. "See and approve of my choice."
Brambleclaw saw all the cats of Starclan peer curiously into the pool, and he found himself looking at his reflection.
"That one! Bluestar, you never cease to surprise me," Oakheart meowed.
"Why? He is a young a noble cat, fit for the challenges this prophecy will bring."
This must've been when they chose the four cats for the journey!
Brambleclaw felt himself almost burst with pride that his former leader thought so highly of him. Just think of how she probably looks at you know, the small voice in the back of his head reminded him.
His tail drooped, and he turned away, fleeing back to where he had arrived. Almost immediately everything faded away once more…
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His hopes of waking up in the warriors den were vanquished as he opened his eyes, still in the dream world.
Comet was peering curiously at him, her head cocked to the side. Brambleclaw almost laughed, but caught himself.
"I think I hit you harder than I meant too," she muttered. Shaking her head, she shook herself as if she had water clinging to her pelt, and Brambleclaw saw clumps of almost tail-length fur fly off.
"That's better," she murmured.
Rolling his eyes, he stood, stretched his legs, then licked his paw and drew it over his ear.
"What's the point of this, anyway?" he asked, trying to appear unconcerned.
Not convinced, Comet glared at him.
"A faithful cat has been informing us of what has been going on at these meeting," she said. Brambleclaw flinched as she put extra stress on
the faithful.
"Who? And why don't they spy on us themselves?" he asked, unsettled that Starclan knew what had happened these past moons.
"You aren't allowed to know who, but for as why, do you think that just because we are dead means we don't have brains?" she growled, her tail slashing back and forth.
He had almost forgotten that she was dead. Her fangs looked so real. To real for comfort.
"Then why haven't they done anything to stop it?" he hissed.
"Why do you think I'm here? For entertainment? Because we are going to put our paws down, Starclan and I, and help you stop this. But first they've entrusted me with getting your tail untied from your head."
"So, is that what you are doing? Showing me memories?" he spat, his tail fur fluffed up. "Because if that's the best Starclan can do, then they'd better think again."
He was about to turn tail and stalk from the clearing when with a flash of silver he was on his back, and Comet was over him, her eyes looking red in the fading light.
"Mousebrained cat! Do you think Starclan are forcing you to do anything? Do you think they are doing it just for you? Are you so self-centered that you wont even stop and think of what you are doing?!"
He didn't meet the silver-blue eyes, but instead tried to squirm away, but could barely move as Comet lowered her mouth to his ear.
"Maybe one more scene before I let you go for tonight," she whispered menacingly, and Brambleclaw felt fear return to him.
Bringing her lips back into a snarl and showing her big fangs, she reached down and grasped him by the scruff before throwing him into a tree. Dots filled his vision as he struggled for consciousness, but in the end gave into the inviting black…
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He opened his eyes once more, and saw Tigerstar standing over a limp body. Pading over, he saw the faint rise and fall of the victims chest, and knew that the cat was alive, but barely.
"Say hello to your dear father, the soft kittypet of a leader, when you join him in Starclan. Anything you want to say before you leave? Anything you want me to tell the cat that betrayed you, the cat that is my son? He turned his heart away, and now you and your kits will always walk with the dead, if there is the dead after we're through."
Now Brambleclaw saw the cat under his fathers paws, the light orange pelt. It was Squirrelflight.
"Tell him that while you kill me, you are killing a part of him, for they are his kits," she spat, struggling in vain against his powerful grip.
"You lie!" Tigerstar spat, striking her across her face. Brambleclaw struggled to move, but was rooted in place.
A rustle sounded from behind Tigerstar, and he saw himself emerge. Brambleclaw almost recoiled from his appearance. Cold indifference at the sight of the she-cat that was dying under his fathers paws.
"Are they yours?" Tigerstar hissed, and his double shook his head, his cold eyes passing over Squirrelflight as if she wasn't there.
He smiled cruelly. "I thought not." Raising his paw, he unsheathed his claws and brought them down towards Squirrelflight's throat. Finally released from the unseen bounds, Brambleclaw lunged forward, crying, "No!" and attempted to avert the blow, only to pass through without incident.
Turning quickly, he saw blood spurt from the wound, and Squirrelflight's body jerked.
Faintly, with blood dribbling from her mouth, she managed to choke out, "My heart will be with you forever, Brambleclaw." Then her body jerked once more, and she lay still.
Brambleclaw stood shaking, unable to see because of the tears threatening to overfill.
Padding shakily over to the ginger she-cat's stiff body, he pressed his nose into her orange fur, dry sobs shaking his body.
"I love you, Squirrelflight," he chocked back, licking her matted fur. Looking up angrily at his father, he cried, "How could you!?"
Snarling, he leapt at his father, only to go through him once again. Turning quickly, he struck at Tigerstar's back, only to have it pass through harmlessly.
"How could you?" he cried once more, but this time he seemed pleading.
Neither of the two cats, himself and Tigerstar, seemed to have heard him, instead looked both gloatingly at the dead cat before them.
Flicking his tail, Tigerstar turned and walked proudly back towards the bushes. Spitting, Brambleclaw struck his nose, but had the same amount of damage as the other attacks.
He tuned once more and flung himself at the cold replica of him. He knew it would be as futile as his other attempts, but was blinded by rage as he snarled and clawed at nothing.
He was about to make another fruitless lunge when he saw something other than the cold eyes he had seen so far. So quickly he wasn't sure if he saw correctly or not, he saw the copy lick her ear and murmur so quietly that he almost didn't hear, "What's left of my heart is with you, too." Turning, he followed his cold father, not once looking back at the body of the she-cat that loved him.
"If you loved her, then why did you let her die, you stupid piece of foxdung!" Brambleclaw cried, his yell fading away. "You let your pride kill her! How could you!" Then, he whispered, "How could I?"
Padding back to her body, he sat down and was about to start grooming her bloody fur when she started to fade, as did his surroundings.
"No, Squirrelflight!" he cried.
"Gosh, Brambleclaw, you sure do know how to disrupt a good dream," a voice meowed.
He opened his eyes and found himself looking into blue eyes. Dread settled in him, and he closed his eyes once more, whispering, "No more, please, no more."
"No more what, Brambleclaw? Dawn patrol? Sorry, you'll have to talk to Firestar about that. Now, get up, you lazy lump!"
Opening his eyes once more, he found himself looking into the blue eyes of Rainwhisker.
His gaze slid past the puzzled tom and rested instead on a bemused Squirrelflight. Letting out the breath he didn't even know he had been holding, he got shakily to his paws.
"You okay?" she asked, her green eyes showing concern rather than the recent hostility.
"Fine," he muttered shakily, even though he wasn't. I just watched you die…
No, he told himself. It was all a dream. A dream that contained a me that will never be me.
But isn't that what you are doing every time you visit Tigerstar? The voice reminded him.
"Shut up," he told himself.
"What?" Squirrelflight asked, confusion and a bit of anger in her green gaze.
"Nothing," he muttered.
"Fine, then, if you are going to be like that," she hissed, turning away.
"Wait!" he cried. Something in his voice must've made her stop, because she turned and peered at him, no emotion in her eyes.
Looking around, he saw that the den was empty. Rainwhisker must've left.
"Whatever you think about me," he began slowly. "I always will think of you…" he trailed off, struggling to find the right words.
Confusion in her eyes once more, she padded up to the tom. Purring quietly, she cautiously touched her nose to his muzzle, before turning and leaving the den.
Happy and sad at the same time, he gave a couple quick licks to his belly fur, and followed her out, looking around for Rainwhisker.
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A silvery dog looked down at the dark brown tabby tom with amusement in her eyes. She had shown him not a memory, but what could be the future, and she felt absolutely giddy as she watched him muse over what he saw.
It was like a cat playing with a mouse, and what a fun and challenging mouse.
"Calm yourself, Comet," said a deep voice from the shadow, and from there emerged a completely black dog with a splash of white on his chest, shaped like an 'x.' A cat followed, looking down at the scene with wise eyes.
"He has hard and difficult times ahead," the blue-gray cat said gravely.
The black dog snorted, thumping his tail.
"Now it is you who must calm yourself, Darkdeath. Times are difficult, and play isn't always on everybody's mind," a voice said from the shadows, and a badger stepped out.
Dipping his head respectively, but still thumping his tail in amusement, he replied, "Well, of course Midnight, but everybody need some fun here and there."
Rolling her eyes, Comet tackled her mate, and snarls and growls broke out.
"Understand dogs is something the stars never intended me to know," Midnight commented simply.
"Yes," Bluestar replied, watching the two tussle playfully in the starry glade. "But he is right, as most sane dogs are. We haven't had much time for anything but worry."
"But worry might be the only thing that keeps you alert."
"Or terrified like a mouse," Bluestar retorted. Looking back down at the Thunderclan camp, she felt the helplessness she felt every time incidents presented themselves that were beyond Starclans control.
"Well just have to try to guide them regardless," she sighed.
"Leave that to me," Comet said, smiling so that all her teeth showed.
Bluestar had jumped, not realizing their play fight had ended, but nodded.
"We trust you, dog. We trust you."
"Aye, but can they?"
No one could answer.
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My writers block is gone! (does victory dance) YEY!
Okay, random fact.
The cat on the cover of Twilight it NOT Crowfeather. It is Ashfur. It says in the book that AShfur has blue eyes, is dark grey with darker specks, and (I repeat) has blue eyes. It says, though, that Crowfeather has AMBER eyes, not blue.
My friend, who is Spottedmask (who has changed her name to ReadingFan14!), by the way, told me this. I didn't figure it out. ;)
Ok, this chapter is done, and contained our favorite character, COMET! Yey! Some of Silverpaw's father, too…
BlindSeer.
Oh, yeah. Don't forget your emails for the title page! I think its pretty good, but I dunno, you guys should see it.
Adios! (as they say…somewhere)
OH YEAH...SFLP, since I did a title page, that counts as a extra chappie. I get more plushies! ;)