A/N: I am so so sorry for not writing recently. I feel so bad! These past few weeks have been a pain for me, and my computer broke down a month ago. We just got it fixed, so I will write more often. I am suffering from minor depression, but it was enough for me to try to hurt myself. I have been bullied at school for numerous things, and I also have been trying to juggle my homework and club activities. I hope that you will forgive me for waiting so long, so without further ado, here is Chapter 3.
Also, This is now going to be in Larkpaw's POV and will remain so for the rest of the story, unless I change it.
Disclaimer: I just realized I never wrote a disclaimer. I don't own the warriors, Erin Hunter does, but I do own the story and my OC's.
Last Chapter…
"I went back in the past," I whispered.
"What was that, dear?" the grey-she cat asked me. Before I could reply, another cat appeared by her side. I glanced around at the others gathered around me. They hadn't seemed to notice the newcomer, so I looked back. This cat had a pale, gray-blue coat and striking ice blue eyes. Her gaze seemed to pierce through me and pin me in my place. I held her gaze cautiously, and eventually she spoke.
"Hello, Larkpaw. I am pleased to finally meet you," she began. I glanced around at the others, but they seemed to be frozen in their places. "Don't worry," the cat began again, " they can't hear or see me. My name is Bluestar, and I have a message for you from StarClan.
I stared at her in shock. "St-t-tarC-l-l-lan?" I stuttered. The cat-who was apparently Bluestar- simply nodded her head.
"Yes, little one." I huffed at her choice of words. For StarClan's sakes, I am eight moons old. She continued with an amused expression, "Larkpaw, for many generations, ThunderClan has strayed from the original purpose of the clans. You have been specifically chosen; StarClan wants its biggest secret to be revealed. While in the past," her expression quickly changed into a serious and warning one, "You must be careful of the choices you make. If you make the wrong decision, all could be lost. Choose wisely." With those final words, she disappeared in a flash of light.
I finally glanced around me again, and I saw the same cats looking at me in confusion.
"Well," the gray she-cat eventually said. "Bramblestar, why don't you take her to your camp? Maybe she'll feel a bit more at home there. She seems to smell of oaks."
"That sounds about right," the Tom responded. Then he looked to me. "Have you heard of the Clans before…" He trialed off, evidently asking for my name.
"Yes," I mewed quietly. "I have heard of the Clans, and my name is Larkpaw." At that, the limited mutterings of the gathered clans came to a halt. I could only imagine what was going through their heads. Oh no. It's a newcomer with a Clan name! After recovering from the initial shock, Bramblestar asks me how much I know about the clans.
"Well," I start off hesitantly. "Like I said before, I am Larkpaw. I am a ThunderClan member and I am eight moons old. My mentor is Songfeather, and she is the temporary deputy while Dovelight cares for Amberstar's kits. I have lived in ThunderClan since I was born and…" I am cut off there by a snort coming from none other than the ThunderClan section. Being the bold mouse brain I am, I stalk up to the cat that snorted and stick my head in their face and, by the looks of it, it is an apprentice; an orange tabby with very green eyes. "What's your name?" I mew softly.
"Sparkpaw," the fox heart replies. "And I don't believe a word of what you are saying. IF you really are from ThunderClan- or know that clans at all, for the matter- then repeat the Warrior Code." She holds her head high in triumph. Little does she know that I never back away from a challenge.
I sigh. In my present time, the warrior code is drilled into our heads from the day we are born. " Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from the other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle. Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory. Elders and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life. A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice. Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving theiwarrior name. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice. The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies or retires. After the death or retirement of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh. A gathering of all four Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts for the night. There shall be no fighting among Clans at this time. Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats. No warrior may neglect a kit in pain or in danger, even if that kit is from a different Clan. The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code. An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or it is necessary for self-defense. A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet." I finish and greet the shocked eyes of the cats and grin. One point for me, none for them.
A/N: I hope this was okay. It is late and I need to now. Again, I really hope this was at least a decent chapters. I won't say that I will only post when I get 5 reviews or whatever, but I do appreciate them. Thank you to those who have reviewed my story already and I hope you have a great week. Happy Holidays!
