Hey y'all, sorry I havent updated. Been in L.A. with my cuzins...not a big deal for me, but it was for them. Christmas vacation didn't enable me to update as much as I thought it would.
One thing. I just read Sunset. I'm not going to change my plotline (personally, I kinda like mine better, if it turns out like I thought it would be.) but I am very sad. It wasn't like I thought it'd be.
Here's a hint/spoiler, BUT it takes lots of brainpower to understand it. So if you don't want to read it, DONT, but if you accidentally read it, you wont learn anyhting. You have to read it over and pver and over to get it...
What's missing?
abcdefhijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.
Thats my hint!
Heres the replies!
Black-Heart-Red-Death: Thanks!!! I'm gonna try to write as much as possible!
Wolf Claws: Uhhh...hehe...never was good at spelling...
Bluepelt: Hmmm...I'll try...what about Daisy? Or should I just kill her off...
TaBoyYa: Wow! That makes me REALLY happy! I hope I can continue writting like that...
Firewolf: I know...when people say they post long chapters too I just read them so quickly...then I am mad at myself...cuz then I dont have anything else to read...
Katclaws: Love wolves, so they had to make an appearance sometime!
Wrathofloveandhate: I know you were...
Nameless Nightmare: Yeah. I just read Sunset...not what I thought it would be! I'm still gonna go by my plot line...which I kinda think is much better!
Oceanwind: I did!
Skypaw: You should update soon...SFLP!!! Right? Right?!
Write On 888: Hey cuz (though you'll probably never read this far until you've actually read warriors...) thanks. As for naming a cat Squirrelflight...as the author!
On to the disclaimer: I didnt get warriors for Christmas...so what does that mean?
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Silverpaw walked through the forest silently, ears cocked for any movement or smell. His thick coat was like a shadow in the fading light, and his strong muscles rippled beneath it.
He was on a hunting mission. Him, along with the other four apprentices, not including Birchpaw and Daisy's kits, were to bring back as much prey as possible.
The smell of mouse reached his nose, and he quickly crouched into a hunting position. He stalked forward, knowing his big form would easily create noise. Without warning he burst into the small clearing and pounced on to the mouse. Quickly snapping its neck, he stuck it into a crevice and carried on.
His belly growled in hunger, and he almost went back to eat the small piece of prey.
Comet's words rang in his ears.
In a pack, everybody cares for each other, none thinking himself higher than others, unless that is really the case. Prey must be shared, and not eaten without the knowledge of the alpha.
The alpha was like the clan leader, Silverpaw knew, and eagerly awaited every night for Comet's lesson.
Sometimes she would show up angry, muttering under her breath about a cat, and how stupid said cat was being. She would teach him about fighting then, not in the mood for patient instruction. Everything she taught him he kept. For some reason it felt like it was filling the empty feeling when he thought about his birth mother.
He sniffed the air casually again, then bristled as an unfamiliar smell reached his nose. Cats, not from the clans, but smelled of kittypet. Lifting his lips up into a snarl, he crouched behind a bush. He saw from his hidding two toms, one larger than the other.
He cursed as the wind changed direction and brought his scent towards the two cats. Both looked up, startled and started hissing. The bigger one whispered something into the smaller ones ear, who then nodded.
Dashing away, the larger one was left alone in the clearing and started to walk forward cautiosly. Silverpaw heard the smaller one trying to sneak up behind him, but ignored it, knowing it was better to pretend ignorance.
He tensed as the smaller one jumped from a tree and tried to land on his back, but doged easily. Comet's words rang in his ears.
Let themselves tire first, never spend your strength until the battle.
Instead of retaliating he just growled, waiting for when the both would attack.
The circled around him, glaring, and he stared calmy back.
Start to lung for one, but then turn and go for the other. Make sure you know where the other is, though.
Knowing that once he would lunge for one, the other would attack, he snapped at the smaller one, but noted how the bigger one launched himself at Silverpaw's back. In mid-snap he turned and met the attack of the bigger tom. A surprised looked crossed the cat's face and he barely missed the large dog talons.
Backing away, the smaller tom meowed, "You circle behind the beast, and attack when I go for the nose."
Silverpaw smiled despite himself.
The tabby approuched, about to scratch his nose, when Silverpaw turned and struck the attacker that was going to claw his legs. Pinning him down, he growled in the tom's ear, "next time don't say your plan so loud."
The tom widdened his eyes and stuttered, "you can speak cat?"
"I can do much more if you dont leave Thunderclan territory," he growled, and Comet's words rang again.
Never forget you have two attackers.
His instincts tingled and he turned, his paws still planted on the larger tom, and snapped and the smaller cat. Wide eyes met his own, and the cat veered away and ran toward Shadowclan border.
Turning back to the larger tom, he snarled in his ear, "Don't come back, or I'll give you more than threats for you too remember me by."
The tom snarled his reply, but when let up, followed his companion back to his kittypet home.
Raising his head proudly, Silverpaw turned and walked toward the prey filled forest.
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As he emerged in the sandy training area, he saw Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight sitting side by side, close, but not actually touching.
Brambleclaw nodded approvingly, but Squirrelflight was staring at him, her eyes guarded. Unease flittered in his stomach, though he didn't know what he did wrong.
As the other apprentices arrived, Brambleclaw meowed, "All have done well with this hunting, and I expect that you will all soon learn how to fight."
Exited murmurs broke out from all 5 apprentices, and Squirrelflight dismissed them, leading the way back to the hollow. Silverpaw followed, his prey in his mouth.
Squirrelflight entered the tunnel and Silverpaw followed, but half way through felt his fur catch in the brambles. Realizing he was stuck, he called to Squirrelflight.
"I'm stuck!" he barked. Squirrelflight looked back, concerned, but her green eyes showed amusement.
"Try to back out," Squirrelflight instructed. Trying to comply, he instinctively shook his fur, resulting in tangling his coat even more.
"Don't do that!" Squirrelflight cried. "It'll only make it worse! Try backing out slowly."
Silverpaw complied, whimpering every time fur was ripped from his coat. When he finally made it out, he almost howled when he saw how much fur had been torn from his coat.
"Well, I guess the tunnel is out of the question," Squirrelflight meowed, attempting to lighten the conversation.
Silverpaw looked at the remaining fur he had and saw that in some places he was bleeding.
"Stay, I'll go get Leafpool."
Silverpaw nodded, turning to lick his small but numerous scratches. Almost unbidden, a thought came to him, and he glanced at how high the barrier of brambles was.
Comet had told him about how to use his muscles different ways, and how wolves jumped to catch their prey. Bunching his muscles, he sprang easily over the barrier, which was only 2 fox-lengths high.
He landed ungracefully on the other side, coming to a stop just before the dip down into the hollow.
Squirrelflight looked up, surprised, and glanced at the barrier. "How did you?" she stuttered.
"Jumped," Silverpaw said proudly, wagging his tail.
Shaking her head Squirrelflight said, "I guess that solves our problem." She turned as Leafpool emerged from the medicine cat den, carrying marigold in her jaws.
As Leafpool was applying the herb on his numerous scratches, Firestar yowled atop highledge.
"Let all cat's old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath highledge for a clan meeting."
As every cat gathered, Graystripe spoke from the side,
"Whilst we have many apprentices this season, we have no new kits to replace them," Graystripe began. "However, lot's of apprentices means lots of new warriors."
Firestar cut in, "Birchpaw, will you please come forward."
Birchpaw's eyes widened, and he walked shakily forward.
"Birchpaw, you have trained hard to become a warrior, and Ashfur and I believe it is time to give you you're warrior name. From this point on you will be known as Birchclaw, for your fierce combat in battle."
The clan crowded around and started chanting his new name, Whitebadger being one of the loudest. Birchclaw looked like he was about to burst with joy, making Silverpaw ache with the longing of having his warrior ceremony, but he knew that it would be moons until his warrior ceremony. Sighing, he padded quietly towards the apprentice den, glad he could still fit through the hole, but not for much longer. Sunpaw followed, giggling.
"Good thing you can still fit in this den, eh brother?" She meowed.
Silverpaw wagged his tail as best he could, he was almost to tall to stand correctly. Sunpaw was the only kit from Sorreltail's litter to still regard him as a brother, all the others thought him as a close friend instead, and in Badgerpaw's case, a big enough rival for play-fights.
As he drifted off to sleep he met Comet once again, and learned how fight like the dog he was.
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Squirrelflight sat beside a content Ashfur as she thought about how Silverpaw had fough earlier that day.
IIt's like someone taught him those moves, she thought.
As she drifted off to sleep, she had the idea off assessing him, seeing how much he knew.
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"Attack me," Sqirrelflight said.
Silverpaw looked at her uncertaintly, shaking his patchy coat uneasily.
"Attack me," Squirrelflight repeated. Casting away all thoughts away, he lunged himself at the she-cat, forgetting exactly what Comet had taught him last night.
Don't be the first fool to attack, be the first one to attack the other's weakness. Study their position, but don't delay.
Turning, Silverpaw studied Squirrelflight's position. She was crouched, her eyes scanning his face, and he saw how she was putting all her weight on her back haunches, enabling her too jump high to dodge, but not to stay low to the ground.
Pretending to lunge forward, he sprang up instead, meeting Squirrelflight's attack. Avoiding her would be unsheathed claws and her fangs, he went for the back of the neck, and barely missed flailing claws. He tried to clamp onto the back of her neck like he had with the kittypets, but Squirrelflight, almost as if she expected it, dodged.
"Good," she panted. She regained her breath, then spoke more calmly. "Where did you learn that. It's not a cat move, cats use their claws, but you're claws are blunt, but you're fangs are not. Using those too your advantage is what you were doing, and that is a good thing. But, where did you learn them?"
Silverpaw felt as if he couldn't betray Comet's teachings, but something made him trust Squirrelflight.
"A dog taught me," he whispered.
"When?" She asked, her face betraying nothing, but her eyes betraying her curiosity.
He didn't reply, but Squirrelflight asked, "Was it Comet?"
Silverpaw looked up, surprised. "How do you know her?"
"An old acquaintance," Squirrelflight muttered.
"How do you know her?" Silverpaw asked again, this time more forcefully.
"How do you?" Squirrelflight replied.
Silverpaw opened his mouth to retaliate, but instead muttered, "She teaches me in my dreams. All about wolves and how to fight, catch prey, everything a real dog would know."
Squirrelflight blinked, guessing that he didn't know who exactly Comet was.
"I'll let her do the dog teaching. Meanwhile, I'll teach you how to fight like a cat."
Silverpaw smiled, wagging his tail, and listened to what Squirrelflight had to say.
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Squirrelflight entered the hollow, Silverpaw casually following, jumping over the brambles like he done it his whole life. Smiling to herself, she was about to walk towards Ashfur when Brambleclaw called out to her from across the hollow. Veering away she headed towards his voice, guiltily ignoring Ashfur's hurt gaze.
Brambleclaw held a rabbit in his jaws, and beckoned for Squirrelflight to join him.
Squirrelflight did, her pelt barely brushing his, sending shockwaves through her system. Oh, how she longed to know who was to be her mate, Brambleclaw or Ashfur, although her heart told her, she couldn't listen.
As they finished the rabbit Brambleclaw stood and asked her to follow him. She complied, knowing she probably would've done anything he asked of her.
They walked quietly for a while, when Brambleclaw stopped, not meeting her eyes.
"Squirrelflight," he began.
"Yes?" she replied eagerly.
"I wanted to know-," he said, but was interrupted by a hiss from the shadows, followed by a gray shadow emerging from the undergrowth.
Ashfur glared at Brambleclaw, but said, "Firestar asked me for his senior warriors, that means you."
The way he said it, not meeting anyone's eyes, made Squirrelflight know he was lying. "That's not true, Ashfur. You just don't want me spending time with Brambleclaw."
"I just don't want you too spend anytime with a cat who spends time with a traitor!"
Brambleclaw bristled. "What traitor?"
"What traitor? What traitor?! Starclan knows, your brother!" Ashfur snarled.
Squirrelflight stayed silent, not siding with any of them, but in her heart thought Ashfur was right. Hawkfrost was too ambitious for his own good.
"My brother is a noble warrior!" Brambleclaw snarled, but for the first time Squirrelflight thought she heard uncertainty in his voice.
"Stop ruffling his fur, Ashfur," Squirrelflight said, not knowing what she was saying until she heard it echo in her ears. Both toms turned towards her, Ashfur angry and Brambleclaw hopeful but uncertain.
"You know it is true! And yet you still consider him as a mate, when all I have done is care for you! I love you Squirrelflight!" Ashfur yowled.
Squirrelflight stared at Ashfur, then stared at Brambleclaw. She saw the amber eyes she had always loved, although sometimes she distrusted him, saw the love he had for her. The wonderful father he would be to kits.
But she also saw Ashfur, his blue eyes always caring for her, always defending her, even when she didn't want him too.
She saw eyes Ashfur pleading with her, while Brambleclaw's just revealed nothing, but she knew he loved her back.
"I love," she whispered. "I love…"
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Happy New Years! My official first chappie of the year.
Hope you guys likey...my homework is due tomorow, and I'm only half way done...oops. Hehe...
Okay, one question...who objects to Daisy dying?
BlindSeer