Post by Hollyleaf ღ on Nov 28, 2017 17:31:59 GMT -5
No Firestar
“You’re not thinking about leaving, are you Rusty?” Smudge whispered, his eyes wide. Rusty was the tubby mottled house-cat’s only friend. Rusty was unsure, his small frame creaking to-and-fro on the peak of the fence, and the disquiet silence emanating from Smudge grew as heartbeats continued to pass. “I don’t know,” Rusty admitted. Smudge flicked his tail and hauled his chubby body to his paws, and began to creep along the opposite direction of the fence. He turned once and mewed, “If you go...” he paused for a moment as if considering whether he should say what he was about to, then continued with his voice so quiet it could hardly be heard, “I’ll lose the closest thing to a brother that I’ve ever had.” He looked at Rusty for a moment longer and then sighed and leapt off the fence, heading into his own garden without thinking he’d ever see his flame-colored friend again.
Rusty was perched on the edge of Smudge’s roof, meowing and calling for him to come out. The cat had refused to leave his house since Rusty had confided in him, and the flame-colored tom had grown increasingly frustrated - especially now that he had news he knew the mottled cat would want to hear. Finally the chub tom heeded the flame-colored friend’s pleas and reluctantly scrambled out of his catdoor to meet him, eyes narrowed, his ears perking as if to say, this better be good.
“I’m not going to join the wild cats, Smudge,” Rusty announced. “Huzzah!” said Smudge.
- -
Still No Firestar
Bluestar waited in camp for her loyal apprentice to return. She had sent him out to test the new kittypet and see if he was worthy of her offer. Suddenly her ears pricked at the sound of rustling. “Ah, Graypaw, my faithful servant,” She murmured without looking. “How did you know it was me?” said Graypaw. “I know everything,” replied Bluestar, then added, “by the way, how did your test with Rusty go?” “Wouldn’t you know that already?” Graypaw muttered, cocking his head. “Maybe sometimes I lie,” Bluestar hissed. “Okay… well… no, Rusty never showed up. I think he decided not to come.” Bluestar’s heart sank deep within her chest at the news. “This is travesty,” she whispered, “we must inform the Lionheart.” “The Lionheart?” “The Lionheart,” Bluestar confirmed.
- -
Informing the Lionheart
“Lionheart, it is a travesty,” Bluestar exclaimed, prodding her deputy with unsheathed paws, “Fire-- I mean, Rusty has decided not to join us!” “Seriously?” Lionheart growled, “you were gonna name him Firepaw?” “Yes. It’s the perfect name.” “Agree to disagree,” Lionheart muttered. “So you’re not even going to react at the fact that the fate of our clan has been lost to us?” Bluestar yowled, prodding Lionheart more furiously. “Ow,” said Lionheart, “no, I’m not. StarClan can come up with something. Like three special cats with super powers or whatever.” “No, that’s ridiculous,” Bluestar said, cuffing him over the ear. “Really, Bluestar, you have to stop hitting me. Slap-stick isn’t always appropriate.” “Yes it is,” Bluestar said, punching him.
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This started off serious I promise
then I just gave up
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2017 17:33:30 GMT -5 by Hollyleaf ღ
♦I'm the Forgotten Warrior ✽ an impossible girl ❀ raggedy and always running♦
Post by Hollyleaf ღ on Nov 30, 2017 17:57:52 GMT -5
I made some more today within the span of a half hour
so
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Still Still No Firestar
Bluestar was in her den, extremely worried for her Clan. ThunderClan needed more warriors and she lost more every day because of their fight with RiverClan over a little piece of land that in retrospect didn’t matter at all but like it was really nice to sleep on ok who the heck do RiverClan think they are stealing her sleepy spot that never belonged to her in the first place and let’s be honest despite the water receding it was still like objectively RiverClan’s territory but like the rocks are really warm so who cares about objectivity and like… what, the warrior code? Pff. “Bluestar, you’re muttering to yourself about the warrior code again,” Whitestorm mewed, padding into the den. “Oh, did I say all that out loud?” “Every word. Even ‘Bluestar was in her den’.” “Oh,” said Bluestar, then sighed, “Whitestorm, we need warriors! Firepa-- Rusty was our last chance!” “Bluestar,” Whitestorm said smoothly, “you act as if one cat can take the place of five more recruits that we could’ve made if we’d been out searching instead of moping.” “Who needs five more warriors when you can have Rusty?” Bluestar exclaimed. Whitestorm was silent for a moment. Then he mewed, “Were you seriously going to name him Firepaw?” “It’s the perfect name,” Bluestar murmured, her voice reflecting that of Tigerheart when he plotted things secretly yet no one knew about them somehow. “You’re speaking aloud to yourself again,” Whitestorm grumbled, “something about Tigerheart.” “I trust him,” Bluestar said, continuing the strange voice, “yet he obviously killed Redtail…” “Redtail?!” Whitestorm screeched in shock, his fur poofing out like a lightningbolt (hah, whitestorm, lightningbolt, get it), “Redtail is dead?!” Bluestar waved her paw. “You stole Ravenpaw’s line. He was going to tell us this later.”
- -
The SSS Warrior Cats Scene But Finished (burn)
Ravenpaw burst into camp. “R-Redtail--!!” “It’s too late. I stole your line, Ravenpaw,” Whitestorm interrupted. “Ugh!” Ravenpaw exclaimed, “how dare you steal my thunder?!” “Thunder?” Whitestorm said, his voice mimicking Bluestar mimicking Tigerheart, “Ravenpaw, if you feel you are thunder then you never stood a chance. Do you know what always comes before thunder? Lightning.” “What a dweeb,” Ravenpaw growled. “Dweeb,” Whitestorm echoed, the whole world suddenly turning dark and his eyes glowing like Thorcat, “You will regret ever calling me dweeb, child. Beware… there’s a storm coming.” “Yes, ah-ah, ah can feelitin mah bones,” said One-eye, her one eye very wide. Whitestorm whipped around, his fur spiking. “Fool!” he hissed, “I did not mean a literal storm!” Whilst this conflict ensued, Longtail was off in the corner, lamenting gravely. “I feel so… empty,” he whispered, “like… like I was supposed to be beating the tar out of some kittypet. But no… there is not one here. What is my purpose in life? Shalt I only be doomed to blindness by a rabbit for no apparent reason some time in the future? Ah…” he pressed a paw to his ear, “I can sense the loss of fate within the heart of my ear. He says… ‘a kittypet… a fire one… he should’ve ripped me off. But no… I must hear for the rest of my life.’” Darkstripe was near his friend, watching him with widened, incredulous eyes. “Dude,” he said, “just… retire to the Elder’s den.” “No,” Longtail hissed, glaring at his clanmate, “first I must be blinded by a rabbit!” “That won’t happen,” Bluestar said with a voice like stone, breaking into the conversation. “The fire one is lost to us. Now we are only doomed to poor dialogue and fourth-wall breaking for the rest of our lives, until ThunderClan is gone.”
- -
Doomed To Fourth-Wall Breaking
Dustpaw and Sandpaw were crouched in the sand and dust, eyes blankly staring at the space in front of them, deep in thought. “Something feels wrong,” Dustpaw mewed, the first to speak. Sandpaw nodded. “Yes,” she said, “I feel like a half of my heart is gone. My true love has been taken from me.” Dustpaw recoiled and sprang away from Sandpaw, staring at her furiously, “True love?!” he exclaimed, “what is the meaning of this?!” “I don’t know,” Sandpaw breathed, sounding very far away, “but he would have been hot… like the temperature, not the twoleg word.” “I am offended,” said Dustpaw, turning away and crossing his arms. Spottedleaf appeared behind the two of them, and outstretched her noodle-arms to grab them both around the shoulders and draw them tight together, her face spreading wide with a maniacal grin, “You like Sandpaw, don’t you Dustpaw?” She mewed, giggling evilly. “Ew, gross,” said Sandpaw. Then she looked up at Spottedleaf, and immediately rage whirled within her, her expression darkening with madness. “YOU!!!” she screeched. “Who, me?” Spottedleaf said with a huge smile, her eyes narrowed with mischief. “You would have tried to steal my true love, if he came! But now my heart as empty, and I can only be more angry at your misdeeds!” She raised two fists. “FITE ME THEE FOUL BEAST!” Spottedleaf grinned even wider, which looked scary because she literally beamed from ear to ear. She began to walk away, and in rage Sandpaw chased her. Dustpaw, left alone, sat there, watching the dust being kicked up and the sand roaring around in reaction to the two she-cats speeding off. “I HAVE BEEN REJECTED…” he wailed. Suddenly Fernpaw walked up to him. “Hey,” she mewed. “You haven’t even been born yet,” Dustpaw said, immediately in love.
Last Edit: Nov 30, 2017 17:59:31 GMT -5 by Hollyleaf ღ
♦I'm the Forgotten Warrior ✽ an impossible girl ❀ raggedy and always running♦
Scourge left the city, without caution. He trembled, thinking about his brother and sister. "Forget it, Scourge..." he snapped at himself. as we wondered out the city gates, he saw big trees, and one bigger that a house. It has been a while since I've seen the outdoors.It has been a while since I've seen the outdoors. He was walking along the path with his collar jerking him in the neck every step he made, making it harder for him to breath. Midnight came, Scourge was already tired, but he did not give up. He found some big boulders blocking some kind of prey. Is this.. Thunderclan? It seemed to be since it was a very dry, green place. He sharpened his claws, and walked further into the boulders. If this is so, he thought. I can show everyone, I. Am. Strong.. He ran into the camp entrance, not looking where he was going, a strange grey-blue cat appeared. Huh? "Hmm? What was that?" The grey she-cat was walking closer and closer to Scourge by the second. Scourge crouched down, and leaped at her. Claws scratching everywhere. Soon, the she-cat had fell over, breathing fastly. Scourge leaped at another, and had done the same. "If only you could see me now,Ruby and Socks, you, will pay.
Post by Hollyleaf ღ on Feb 7, 2018 15:38:14 GMT -5
O I thought this died xD
Pls lemme kno if I should release the rest of the chapters bc I have a few more written out. It progressively gets more ridiculous, I must warn you. This was the period of my horrible writer's block so I rlly did not think when I wrote these things cx
♦I'm the Forgotten Warrior ✽ an impossible girl ❀ raggedy and always running♦
Pls lemme kno if I should release the rest of the chapters bc I have a few more written out. It progressively gets more ridiculous, I must warn you. This was the period of my horrible writer's block so I rlly did not think when I wrote these things cx
Post by Hollyleaf ღ on Feb 8, 2018 15:34:34 GMT -5
Ah I'm glad!
Here's 2 chapter's I've got. If u like 'em I'll put out more
Dustpaw Gets More Screentime
Every cat was sad because Redtail was dead. His apprentice - Dustpaw… probably - thought about how no one can remember things like this from the very first series because it was ages and ages ago and honestly, who is going to look it up in the wikia? After thinking about this, Dustpaw padded up to the body of Redtail, and dipped his head, sad. This was the third worst thing that had happened to him today. First Sandpaw’s rejection, then Fernpaw’s sudden disappearance after realizing she shouldn’t be here yet, and now Redtail. “I have a terrible life,” he said, and smiled. One cat looked at him, almost with terror, at his smile. “...Why are you smiling?” the cat asked. “Because I am sad,” said Dustpaw frustratedly, “I’M WEIRD, OKAY?” And with that, the gary-stu fled to the apprentice’s den, never to be seen again, until a couple of minutes later. “Ha ha ha” said Tigerheart randomly.
- - Now That Firepaw Is Gone We Gotta Come Up With A Plot
Bluestar was sulking in her den again. “Gosh dangit,” she muttered, then realized that she was supposed to use Warrior Cat substitute curses. But she didn’t care. And apparently she was narrating herself again. “Bluestar… dear StarClan,” said the cat that had arrived and was staring at her exasperatedly. “Graypaw, servant, leave my presence!” Bluestar exclaimed and waved her paw, like she always did. “The dialogue is so bad,” Graypaw replied. “Ah, yes, the fourth wall breaking, the terrible dialogue! This is all the fault of Firep-- Rusty! We must find a solution!” “What?” said Graypaw, shocked, “you were going to call him Firepaw?” “OH MY-- LEAVE!!!” Bluestar screeched, and Graypaw did. Then she sat, in her den, with her thoughts, all alone. “I must find Oakheart,” she said.
♦I'm the Forgotten Warrior ✽ an impossible girl ❀ raggedy and always running♦
"If only you could see me now,Ruby and Socks, you, will pay."
Ha, I made a song about that... *Gets it from google docs* It's not perfect, but it was fan made okay!
Momma, Socks, and Ruby, you made this happen. Socks, Ruby you deserved to be thrown away. Momma, now you can’t save me it’s all I wished to happen! Socks, Ruby, get out of my sight. (I ran into a Thunderclan patrol, your mentor said attack and I thought I could take you on, you launched your attack, I thought you’d tear me apart) I ran to the city where Tiny was gone, I wouldn’t survive! I shouldn’t have ran, I would of survived if I hadn’t ran. But now Tiny’s gone and I’ve taken over (Scourge has taken over) Now that Scourge is going away, I am too