"Do not worry, little one. I am Copperstar, leader of Solarclan, and this is our deputy Thunderblaze. We will not harm you. Are you here to join the clan? I was hoping you would! There is nothing to fear. My warriors only attack when I tell them to. Welcome to the Solarclan camp. Can you scent all these cats? There's our medicine cat, Starrypelt, and look! There's Eaglepaw safely playing with our newest apprentice, Patchedpaw. Clan life is difficult, but we work together to survive. Now it's your turn to take your place in Solarclan."
Monday, August 15, 2011
Adventures
If you want just plain warrior adventures, for example, like how the authors wrote about Fireheart and all his adventures, well here is the perfect place! Write all you want here, this is the place where you can RPG whatever you want about your cat!
Copperstar stretched in her den and mouthed a big yawn. She stood up, ready to start her day, and headed for the fresh-kill pile. She picked up a sparrow and trotted over to the entrance to eat. As she walked, she noticed Thunderblaze and Patchedpaw sitting over by the warriors den. "Please, Thunderblaze? Please please please please please please pretty pretty PLEASE?!!!?" "NO! Not until I have our share of fresh-kill eaten! No, no, NO!" She stalked away but the apprentice followed her. "Why, Thunderblaze? It's my first day of apprenticeship! I have to explore our entire territory, remember!" Copperstar giggled through a mouthful of sparrow. "Patchedpaw," Thunderblaze declared, "we have to eat first. We would starve!" "But we could catch fresh-kill along the way!" "We could, Patchedpaw, but it's against the warrior code. Whatever we caught, we would have to bring back for the elders." "FINE," Patchedpaw muttered, "you win. Let's go eat." They walked towards the fresh-kill pile. Thunderblaze chose a skinny rabbit, and Patchedpaw proudly snatched away a vole. They sat beside Copperstar in the nettle patch, peacefully eating fresh-kill. Patchedpaw was excitedly swallowing as fast as she could. Copperstar could tell she was still eager to go out. Patchedpaw finally finished and stated, "Come on, let's go to explore!" She raced off before her mentor could even begin to run, and reluctantly Thunderblaze bounded off after her. "Apprentices," she muttered under her breath. Copperstar watched them go and happily ate her last bite before going to go and watch the medicine cat apprentice carry on with her duties.
The medicine cat greeted her with respect. "Good morning, Copperstar, what can I do for you?" "Oh, nothing, Starrypelt. I was just going to watch your apprentice and how good she is at curing other warriors." Starrypelt purred at the sound of Copperstar's compliment. "Okay, then! Eaglepaw, show her how good you are!" Eaglepaw was sitting in the back of the rocky den, putting cobwebs and merigold on a wounded paw. Then she gave the cat a poultice to calm it's paw, and numb it. After a while of the cat sitting there with its paw in the poultice, Eaglepaw told it to take its paw out and eat some of the prepared poppy seeds. After several bites, the cat twisted its head and fell asleep. "WOW!" Copperstar said. "THAT was amazing!" "Thanks," said the apprentice. "He had a broken paw, so I prepared a comfrey poultice. Comfrey helps with broken bones." "Now, now, Eaglepaw, you can't tell medicine cat herb secrets," scolded Starrypelt. She stalked back into the de, and called over her back, "I can't wait for her medicine cat ceremony! Please, plan it soon..." "I will, thank you!" promised Copperstar. She backed away and headed towards the nursery. She was not just a leader, she was also a queen. Copperstar poked her head in. "Maplekit! Autumnkit! Are you two there?" A queen stared at her leader with wide amber eyes. "Uh... well... ah....yes. It's just...."
Copperstar looked worried. What was wrong with her kits? "Well, there's something about Maplekit," the queen continued. "What is it?" asked the leader. "Ah..." said the queen, who now looked like she was about to cry. "MAPLEKIT HAS GREENCOUGH!" She yowled. She was so upset, she looked like she thought Copperstar would claw her eyes out. Copperstar stared at her in shock. "But my kits were only born yesterday!" "She was probably born with it!" the queen tearfully answered. "Here, Copperstar, take Maplekit to Eaglepaw and Starrypelt! Please, I tell you! It's not my fault!" "I believe you," Copperstar stated. She gently scooped up her daughter and carried her towards the rock crevice where the medicine cat stayed. "What is it NOW, Copperstar?" asked Starrypelt. "OHHHHH! Starrypelt!" cried Copperstar. "My kit! She was born with greencough!" Starrypelt eyed the kit. "She'll have to stay in my den for a week. The answer to this problem is to feed her catnip for a few days until she loses greencough. It's simple. Now go on, Thunderblaze is back, and you can take her apprentice out to learn fighting moves while she goes hunting for the clan." Copperstar shrugged, knowing that her sister always wanted to be in charge of leading the clan, but her true identity was as a medicine cat. "Okay, Starrypelt, but remember that you don't lead this clan; I do." She trotted over to Patchedpaw and asked, "Hey! Want to go on your first hunt?" "You're not my ment...." Patchedpaw started, but shut her mouth to remember she was talking to her leader. "Sure okay!" She replied, racing around Copperstar's legs. "Let's go!"
Patchedpaw sat in the training hollow, eyeing Copperstar suspisciously. "I thought you said we were hunting!" "I did?" Copperstar asked. Patchedpaw nodded. "Oops," Copperstar said. "I meant fighting. Anyways, we're here now, so you'll have to go with it. Here, try to fight me down. Not with unsheathed claws, or you'll REALLY kill me!" Copperstar and Patchedpaw crouched in opposite corners of the sunny meadow. Patchedpaw slowly moved her haunches, and Copperstar could tell that she was about to jump. She leapt up with sheathed claws, knocking her apprentice aside and pinning her down. "Try again!" she laughed. She circled the apprentice quickly, knocking her paw out to strike a blow just like when Whitestorm trained Firepaw. Patchedpaw could tell what Copperstar was doing, so the circled the area where she stood. Soon, she was alongside Copperstar, claws sheathed, and she leapt onto the leader's back. Copperstar used her weight to try and throw Patchedpaw off, but Patchedpaw unsheathed her claws and clung on, which made Copperstar yowl. Patchedpaw sheathed and leapt on top of Copperstar's head. She batted the leader's ear and pushed her over, digging her sheathed paws into her belly and pretending to nip at her neck, then paw it. Copperstar pretended to choke and die. Then she jumped up and yowled, "That was much better, good job! Do you want to learn to fight some more?" "No," the apprentice yawned, "I want to go back to camp and tell the other apprentices EVERYTHING that I did!" "Okay, okay," Copperstar said. She motioned her tail for Patchedpaw to follow, and they sprinted together towards camp, whiskers and fur blowing in the breeze.
A quarter-half of the moon was high in the sky by the time Copperstar returned Patchedpaw to her rightful mentor. The good news was that by now, she had fallen asleep while they were walking. Moonhigh had come.
Whitepaw was sprawled in the apprentice's den. She disdainfully stared at a leaf that meant no value, and she muttered to herself as she pushed it away. She remembered this leaf now, but she didn't care. She hated leaves, and because of them, Whitepaw almost got stolen in her own territory by Moonclan, when she was only a kit. Finally she turned around and went to sleep under the open sky of Silverpelt.
Morning flew by slowly. By sunhigh, all the apprentices except for Whitepaw were training. Copperstar sat on top of the highrock, twitching the tip of her tail. "Whitepaw! I need a word with you about your fighting practice." Whitepaw solemnly turned to face Copperstar. "I don't need anything assigned. I don't care, anyways. I am slightly bothered by leaves, and I am not going to practice fighting by pouncing on them like other apprentices. So don't even bother." Copperstar sat for several moments, glaring at her apprentice. Then she hissed and lashed her tail in a fit of anger. "You don't talk to your leader that way!" Then she calmed down and quietly said, "You can tell me why you hate leaves, but in my den."
Several minutes later, Copperstar and Whitepaw seated in the leaders den. Copperstar started grooming her front paws, but stopped in mid-wash. "Now, Whitepaw, tell me why you hate leaves so much." She curled her tail in interest, and Whitepaw cleared her throat to begin telling the story.
"Do you remember the day that Moonclan attacked, when you were still deputy, and I was a kit?" Copperstar's hard gaze turned soft. "Yes," she answered. Whitepaw continued, "I was playing outside the nursery, with a leaf. I couldn't hear anything over the crackle of the leaf that I was playing with, nor see the black tomcat and his warriors. My mother was yowling as loud as she could, and as I turned around, I saw a big smoky-gray paw with sharp claws slap my cheek, my pelt. My mother leapt in front of me... And she was killed in order to save me." Copperstar's scent of confusion faded away. "So, that was how she died, and how you received a scar on your left cheek?" Whitepaw dipped her head. "I see it all now," said Copperstar. "I'll tell you what: you don't have to pounce on leaves to train. From now on, all apprentices will train by fighting their mentors and no leaves. Any leaves found in the moss bedding will be removed. And, we will hide in brambles and bracken, no bushes. is that good enough?" Whitepaw nodded and sped off away from the den.
Moonhigh was finally approaching by the time Whitepaw had picked her way through the bracken tunnel, and out into the hillside that marked the training hollow. There was nobody there, just the glimmer of Silverpelt shining in the river below. She wished, for once, that she was crouched in a face-off battle with another apprentice. But Starclan forbid, she knew what she was doing. She carefully splashed into the swirling water, crossing the river into Snowclan territory. The chill of a mountain breeze comforted her as she crept with her belly low to the ground. She knew this enemy territory, but not by heart. Suddenly she scented a trace, fresh, of a Snowclan patrol. She leapt into a patch of bracken and noticed that all three cats were who she needed to talk to. Cautiously, she crept toward the patrol, trying to keep her scent hidden. Finally she sprang out.
The patrol reared and faced Whitepaw. One of them tried to spring on her. Whitepaw decided that she wouldn't tell them that her leader had mated a loner, anyways, and she unsheathed her claws, racing across the damp grass. But she was trapped between the river and the claws. She sprang, into the river, and paddled strongly. The water splashed along her legs and swallowed her under for several second, and when she bobbed back up, she had been swept onto the Solarclan bank. Mud wallowed around her beautiful, white pelt. Her legs were swollen and one of her claws were broken. By this time, dawn was approaching, and she needed to get back to camp soon. She limped her tired body across the grass and shook the droplets on her fur. She had not just swam across a river; it had rained, maybe a message from Starclan that said Whitepaw was doing something bad, and dangerous. Her green eyes shone in the coming light of morning.
Finally, she reached the tunnel to camp. But she passed it; she had to hunt to cover up for leaving camp so late. Suddenly she heard a faint rustle in the grass. Whitepaw opened her mouth to taste the air. MOUSE, she thought. She crouched on flexed, muscled legs, lightly flicking her tail in the air. She located the mouse, swiftly pounced, and caught the mouse in her outstretched jaws. After more hunting, she caught two squirrels, another mouse, and a vole. She finally decided to go back to camp. "Copperstar ought to be proud of this," she beamed, trotting through the tunnel. When she made it to the clearing, she headed straight for the fresh-kill pile. It was already sunhigh, which meant she had hunted a very long time. The elders had been fed, so she could eat. Although she had hunted, there was already food on the pile. She didn't want to waste the food she had brought, so she carefully chose a fat pigeon and went to sit in the apprentice den. As she ripped the meat out of the feathers, she saw Copperstar eyeing her with a grin. Whitepaw smiled back, because the leader was happy with the success of her hunt.
Copperstar headed across the clearing, purring in amusement as her apprentice batted at the pigeon's bone. "Don't play with your food," she scolded. Whitepaw had eaten, but it didn't matter to Copperstar. She needed to check on her kit. Bounding away to the medicine cat's den, she noticed Eaglepaw carrying a bundle of juniper berries to Patchedpaw.
"Ah, you have come to see Maplekit, haven't you?" asked Starrypelt, when Copperstar approached. Copperstar bowed her head politely to her medicine cat, and watched as her kit curled away as she was offered a patch of sweet-smelling catnip. Finally, Maplekit rolled over to chew and Copperstar sighed in relief, padding away to sit in her den.
It hadn't been long before Copperstar was called by one of her fellow clanmates. The Solarclan leader sighed in disappointment that she would not have time to rest, then turned around to see who was there. "What is it now?" A shadowy face poked through the rock ledge. Then the cat entered the whole den and in the dim light, Copperstar could see very clearly who it was.
It was Dappledstar, leader of Snowclan.
The angry cat lashed its tail and hissed, batting at the she-cat with unsheathed claws that felt as sharp as needles. Copperstar gasped and sat up slowly. "Dappledstar, what do you want? I know you'd never ambush me in my own den for no reason!" The dark cat with silvery stripes yowled in frustration. "Well, I thought the same thing about you!" "What are you saying, Dappledstar?" The moonlit Snowclan cat bared his fangs. "You let an apprentice onto my side of the border!" Copperstar shivered. "B-but who, Dappledstar? You know I would never do that. The apprentice could have gone off on their own... we all know that." The Snowclan leader calmed down. "Oh... it was a white-pelted she-cat, I recall, with piercing green eyes." Copperstar bolted up from her sitting position. "But, that's my apprentice! I have taught her well and she would never do wrong, are you saying that I have no responsibility?" Dappledstar swallowed hard. "I tell no lies. Seek her out and force her to tell the truth. Then, you will know that I never lie." Copperstar flattened her fur. Dappledstar was a cat of honesty, and he never told lies.... it was possibly true. And when Whitepaw came back with food, she might have used it to fool her clan. Copperstar dipped her head and watched Dappledstar leave. She was positive to search down the truthful path.
Whitepaw circled her nest and pushed some of the moss into place. She climbed inside and was about to fall asleep when she heard the pawsteps of her mentor approaching. Oh no, she thought. I need to think of a lie and QUICK! Just as she had started to think, the gingery tabby was standing in front of her. She had the enraged look in her eyes of an eagle, and snarled. "You tell me the truth right now, young apprentice fool, or I will kill you!" Whitepaw flattened her back against the bracken surroundings. "I...I....I was hunting!" The leader placed a blow on the apprentice's flank. "Stubborn, you won't be honest!?" Whitepaw tried to lie again. "I....uh...I was fighting a badger?" Copperstar pounced on the white, scrawny she-cat. "You have one more chance to tell me the truth or you will DIE!" Whitepaw flinched. "Ok! I give up! I visited Snowclan territory and wanted to tell them a secret of yours; your mate is a LONER!" Copperstar loosened her grip and finally let go. "You have done wrong, but not wrong enough for me to kill you. I was pestered by this deed, that's all. BUT, you will still be punished. I declare that you sleep in the kit's den.... for a moon." "What?!" "THAT WAS AN ORDER, Whitepaw." The older cat then slipped into the shadows and disappeared. Whitepaw laid her head on her paws. Starclan knew she was bad, too. Did nobody understand her?
foxfur was walking in the streets everyone ran away, why, why her what did blad want now her street name is rift blade is her older brother and leader of a street clan called allyclan, what did he want now, she never know what intil she got there oh well..... did he know she would run off to the forest and lived in a clan.... she hoped not. " Foxfur come here now " said a low voice " comein just stop YELLING" she shoted back, the siblings never got alonge their poor mom has to lisen to them fight every day, oh well
" WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW I WAS GOING TO GO HUNTING " foxfur yelled " hahahaha dont you yell at me sis " said a dark brown cat with ginger strips " or i might bite you " tised the cat " oh poor poor blad i will crush you " said foxfur in a sweet voice " hmmph never mind then anyway my depyty died your the new one " silence " cool how did tree die " foxfur meowed " hit by a monster that mousebrianed fool " said blade " oh well "
Copperstar stretched in her den and mouthed a big yawn. She stood up, ready to start her day, and headed for the fresh-kill pile. She picked up a sparrow and trotted over to the entrance to eat. As she walked, she noticed Thunderblaze and Patchedpaw sitting over by the warriors den. "Please, Thunderblaze? Please please please please please please pretty pretty PLEASE?!!!?" "NO! Not until I have our share of fresh-kill eaten! No, no, NO!" She stalked away but the apprentice followed her. "Why, Thunderblaze? It's my first day of apprenticeship! I have to explore our entire territory, remember!" Copperstar giggled through a mouthful of sparrow. "Patchedpaw," Thunderblaze declared, "we have to eat first. We would starve!" "But we could catch fresh-kill along the way!" "We could, Patchedpaw, but it's against the warrior code. Whatever we caught, we would have to bring back for the elders." "FINE," Patchedpaw muttered, "you win. Let's go eat." They walked towards the fresh-kill pile. Thunderblaze chose a skinny rabbit, and Patchedpaw proudly snatched away a vole. They sat beside Copperstar in the nettle patch, peacefully eating fresh-kill. Patchedpaw was excitedly swallowing as fast as she could. Copperstar could tell she was still eager to go out. Patchedpaw finally finished and stated, "Come on, let's go to explore!" She raced off before her mentor could even begin to run, and reluctantly Thunderblaze bounded off after her. "Apprentices," she muttered under her breath. Copperstar watched them go and happily ate her last bite before going to go and watch the medicine cat apprentice carry on with her duties.
ReplyDeleteThe medicine cat greeted her with respect. "Good morning, Copperstar, what can I do for you?" "Oh, nothing, Starrypelt. I was just going to watch your apprentice and how good she is at curing other warriors." Starrypelt purred at the sound of Copperstar's compliment. "Okay, then! Eaglepaw, show her how good you are!" Eaglepaw was sitting in the back of the rocky den, putting cobwebs and merigold on a wounded paw. Then she gave the cat a poultice to calm it's paw, and numb it. After a while of the cat sitting there with its paw in the poultice, Eaglepaw told it to take its paw out and eat some of the prepared poppy seeds. After several bites, the cat twisted its head and fell asleep. "WOW!" Copperstar said. "THAT was amazing!" "Thanks," said the apprentice. "He had a broken paw, so I prepared a comfrey poultice. Comfrey helps with broken bones." "Now, now, Eaglepaw, you can't tell medicine cat herb secrets," scolded Starrypelt. She stalked back into the de, and called over her back, "I can't wait for her medicine cat ceremony! Please, plan it soon..." "I will, thank you!" promised Copperstar. She backed away and headed towards the nursery. She was not just a leader, she was also a queen. Copperstar poked her head in. "Maplekit! Autumnkit! Are you two there?" A queen stared at her leader with wide amber eyes. "Uh... well... ah....yes. It's just...."
ReplyDeleteCopperstar looked worried. What was wrong with her kits? "Well, there's something about Maplekit," the queen continued. "What is it?" asked the leader. "Ah..." said the queen, who now looked like she was about to cry. "MAPLEKIT HAS GREENCOUGH!" She yowled. She was so upset, she looked like she thought Copperstar would claw her eyes out. Copperstar stared at her in shock. "But my kits were only born yesterday!" "She was probably born with it!" the queen tearfully answered. "Here, Copperstar, take Maplekit to Eaglepaw and Starrypelt! Please, I tell you! It's not my fault!" "I believe you," Copperstar stated. She gently scooped up her daughter and carried her towards the rock crevice where the medicine cat stayed. "What is it NOW, Copperstar?" asked Starrypelt. "OHHHHH! Starrypelt!" cried Copperstar. "My kit! She was born with greencough!" Starrypelt eyed the kit. "She'll have to stay in my den for a week. The answer to this problem is to feed her catnip for a few days until she loses greencough. It's simple. Now go on, Thunderblaze is back, and you can take her apprentice out to learn fighting moves while she goes hunting for the clan." Copperstar shrugged, knowing that her sister always wanted to be in charge of leading the clan, but her true identity was as a medicine cat. "Okay, Starrypelt, but remember that you don't lead this clan; I do." She trotted over to Patchedpaw and asked, "Hey! Want to go on your first hunt?" "You're not my ment...." Patchedpaw started, but shut her mouth to remember she was talking to her leader. "Sure okay!" She replied, racing around Copperstar's legs. "Let's go!"
ReplyDeletePatchedpaw sat in the training hollow, eyeing Copperstar suspisciously. "I thought you said we were hunting!" "I did?" Copperstar asked. Patchedpaw nodded. "Oops," Copperstar said. "I meant fighting. Anyways, we're here now, so you'll have to go with it. Here, try to fight me down. Not with unsheathed claws, or you'll REALLY kill me!" Copperstar and Patchedpaw crouched in opposite corners of the sunny meadow. Patchedpaw slowly moved her haunches, and Copperstar could tell that she was about to jump. She leapt up with sheathed claws, knocking her apprentice aside and pinning her down. "Try again!" she laughed. She circled the apprentice quickly, knocking her paw out to strike a blow just like when Whitestorm trained Firepaw. Patchedpaw could tell what Copperstar was doing, so the circled the area where she stood. Soon, she was alongside Copperstar, claws sheathed, and she leapt onto the leader's back. Copperstar used her weight to try and throw Patchedpaw off, but Patchedpaw unsheathed her claws and clung on, which made Copperstar yowl. Patchedpaw sheathed and leapt on top of Copperstar's head. She batted the leader's ear and pushed her over, digging her sheathed paws into her belly and pretending to nip at her neck, then paw it. Copperstar pretended to choke and die. Then she jumped up and yowled, "That was much better, good job! Do you want to learn to fight some more?" "No," the apprentice yawned, "I want to go back to camp and tell the other apprentices EVERYTHING that I did!" "Okay, okay," Copperstar said. She motioned her tail for Patchedpaw to follow, and they sprinted together towards camp, whiskers and fur blowing in the breeze.
ReplyDeleteA quarter-half of the moon was high in the sky by the time Copperstar returned Patchedpaw to her rightful mentor. The good news was that by now, she had fallen asleep while they were walking. Moonhigh had come.
ReplyDeleteWhitepaw was sprawled in the apprentice's den. She disdainfully stared at a leaf that meant no value, and she muttered to herself as she pushed it away. She remembered this leaf now, but she didn't care. She hated leaves, and because of them, Whitepaw almost got stolen in her own territory by Moonclan, when she was only a kit. Finally she turned around and went to sleep under the open sky of Silverpelt.
Morning flew by slowly. By sunhigh, all the apprentices except for Whitepaw were training. Copperstar sat on top of the highrock, twitching the tip of her tail. "Whitepaw! I need a word with you about your fighting practice." Whitepaw solemnly turned to face Copperstar. "I don't need anything assigned. I don't care, anyways. I am slightly bothered by leaves, and I am not going to practice fighting by pouncing on them like other apprentices. So don't even bother." Copperstar sat for several moments, glaring at her apprentice. Then she hissed and lashed her tail in a fit of anger. "You don't talk to your leader that way!" Then she calmed down and quietly said, "You can tell me why you hate leaves, but in my den."
ReplyDeleteSeveral minutes later, Copperstar and Whitepaw seated in the leaders den. Copperstar started grooming her front paws, but stopped in mid-wash. "Now, Whitepaw, tell me why you hate leaves so much." She curled her tail in interest, and Whitepaw cleared her throat to begin telling the story.
"Do you remember the day that Moonclan attacked, when you were still deputy, and I was a kit?" Copperstar's hard gaze turned soft. "Yes," she answered. Whitepaw continued, "I was playing outside the nursery, with a leaf. I couldn't hear anything over the crackle of the leaf that I was playing with, nor see the black tomcat and his warriors. My mother was yowling as loud as she could, and as I turned around, I saw a big smoky-gray paw with sharp claws slap my cheek, my pelt. My mother leapt in front of me... And she was killed in order to save me." Copperstar's scent of confusion faded away. "So, that was how she died, and how you received a scar on your left cheek?" Whitepaw dipped her head. "I see it all now," said Copperstar. "I'll tell you what: you don't have to pounce on leaves to train. From now on, all apprentices will train by fighting their mentors and no leaves. Any leaves found in the moss bedding will be removed. And, we will hide in brambles and bracken, no bushes. is that good enough?" Whitepaw nodded and sped off away from the den.
ReplyDeleteMoonhigh was finally approaching by the time Whitepaw had picked her way through the bracken tunnel, and out into the hillside that marked the training hollow. There was nobody there, just the glimmer of Silverpelt shining in the river below. She wished, for once, that she was crouched in a face-off battle with another apprentice. But Starclan forbid, she knew what she was doing. She carefully splashed into the swirling water, crossing the river into Snowclan territory. The chill of a mountain breeze comforted her as she crept with her belly low to the ground. She knew this enemy territory, but not by heart. Suddenly she scented a trace, fresh, of a Snowclan patrol. She leapt into a patch of bracken and noticed that all three cats were who she needed to talk to. Cautiously, she crept toward the patrol, trying to keep her scent hidden. Finally she sprang out.
ReplyDeleteThe patrol reared and faced Whitepaw. One of them tried to spring on her. Whitepaw decided that she wouldn't tell them that her leader had mated a loner, anyways, and she unsheathed her claws, racing across the damp grass. But she was trapped between the river and the claws. She sprang, into the river, and paddled strongly. The water splashed along her legs and swallowed her under for several second, and when she bobbed back up, she had been swept onto the Solarclan bank. Mud wallowed around her beautiful, white pelt. Her legs were swollen and one of her claws were broken. By this time, dawn was approaching, and she needed to get back to camp soon. She limped her tired body across the grass and shook the droplets on her fur. She had not just swam across a river; it had rained, maybe a message from Starclan that said Whitepaw was doing something bad, and dangerous. Her green eyes shone in the coming light of morning.
ReplyDeleteFinally, she reached the tunnel to camp. But she passed it; she had to hunt to cover up for leaving camp so late. Suddenly she heard a faint rustle in the grass. Whitepaw opened her mouth to taste the air. MOUSE, she thought. She crouched on flexed, muscled legs, lightly flicking her tail in the air. She located the mouse, swiftly pounced, and caught the mouse in her outstretched jaws. After more hunting, she caught two squirrels, another mouse, and a vole. She finally decided to go back to camp. "Copperstar ought to be proud of this," she beamed, trotting through the tunnel. When she made it to the clearing, she headed straight for the fresh-kill pile. It was already sunhigh, which meant she had hunted a very long time. The elders had been fed, so she could eat. Although she had hunted, there was already food on the pile. She didn't want to waste the food she had brought, so she carefully chose a fat pigeon and went to sit in the apprentice den. As she ripped the meat out of the feathers, she saw Copperstar eyeing her with a grin. Whitepaw smiled back, because the leader was happy with the success of her hunt.
Copperstar headed across the clearing, purring in amusement as her apprentice batted at the pigeon's bone. "Don't play with your food," she scolded. Whitepaw had eaten, but it didn't matter to Copperstar. She needed to check on her kit. Bounding away to the medicine cat's den, she noticed Eaglepaw carrying a bundle of juniper berries to Patchedpaw.
ReplyDelete"Ah, you have come to see Maplekit, haven't you?" asked Starrypelt, when Copperstar approached. Copperstar bowed her head politely to her medicine cat, and watched as her kit curled away as she was offered a patch of sweet-smelling catnip. Finally, Maplekit rolled over to chew and Copperstar sighed in relief, padding away to sit in her den.
It hadn't been long before Copperstar was called by one of her fellow clanmates. The Solarclan leader sighed in disappointment that she would not have time to rest, then turned around to see who was there. "What is it now?" A shadowy face poked through the rock ledge. Then the cat entered the whole den and in the dim light, Copperstar could see very clearly who it was.
ReplyDeleteIt was Dappledstar, leader of Snowclan.
The angry cat lashed its tail and hissed, batting at the she-cat with unsheathed claws that felt as sharp as needles. Copperstar gasped and sat up slowly. "Dappledstar, what do you want? I know you'd never ambush me in my own den for no reason!" The dark cat with silvery stripes yowled in frustration. "Well, I thought the same thing about you!" "What are you saying, Dappledstar?" The moonlit Snowclan cat bared his fangs. "You let an apprentice onto my side of the border!" Copperstar shivered. "B-but who, Dappledstar? You know I would never do that. The apprentice could have gone off on their own... we all know that." The Snowclan leader calmed down. "Oh... it was a white-pelted she-cat, I recall, with piercing green eyes." Copperstar bolted up from her sitting position. "But, that's my apprentice! I have taught her well and she would never do wrong, are you saying that I have no responsibility?" Dappledstar swallowed hard. "I tell no lies. Seek her out and force her to tell the truth. Then, you will know that I never lie." Copperstar flattened her fur. Dappledstar was a cat of honesty, and he never told lies.... it was possibly true. And when Whitepaw came back with food, she might have used it to fool her clan. Copperstar dipped her head and watched Dappledstar leave. She was positive to search down the truthful path.
Whitepaw circled her nest and pushed some of the moss into place. She climbed inside and was about to fall asleep when she heard the pawsteps of her mentor approaching. Oh no, she thought. I need to think of a lie and QUICK! Just as she had started to think, the gingery tabby was standing in front of her. She had the enraged look in her eyes of an eagle, and snarled. "You tell me the truth right now, young apprentice fool, or I will kill you!" Whitepaw flattened her back against the bracken surroundings. "I...I....I was hunting!" The leader placed a blow on the apprentice's flank. "Stubborn, you won't be honest!?" Whitepaw tried to lie again. "I....uh...I was fighting a badger?" Copperstar pounced on the white, scrawny she-cat. "You have one more chance to tell me the truth or you will DIE!" Whitepaw flinched. "Ok! I give up! I visited Snowclan territory and wanted to tell them a secret of yours; your mate is a LONER!" Copperstar loosened her grip and finally let go. "You have done wrong, but not wrong enough for me to kill you. I was pestered by this deed, that's all. BUT, you will still be punished. I declare that you sleep in the kit's den.... for a moon." "What?!" "THAT WAS AN ORDER, Whitepaw." The older cat then slipped into the shadows and disappeared. Whitepaw laid her head on her paws. Starclan knew she was bad, too. Did nobody understand her?
ReplyDeletefoxfur was walking in the streets everyone ran away, why, why her what did blad want now her street name is rift blade is her older brother and leader of a street clan called allyclan, what did he want now, she never know what intil she got there oh well..... did he know she would run off to the forest and lived in a clan.... she hoped not. " Foxfur come here now " said a low voice " comein just stop YELLING" she shoted back, the siblings never got alonge their poor mom has to lisen to them fight every day, oh well
ReplyDelete" WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW I WAS GOING TO GO HUNTING " foxfur yelled " hahahaha dont you yell at me sis " said a dark brown cat with ginger strips " or i might bite you " tised the cat " oh poor poor blad i will crush you " said foxfur in a sweet voice " hmmph never mind then anyway my depyty died your the new one " silence " cool how did tree die " foxfur meowed " hit by a monster that mousebrianed fool " said blade " oh well "
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