this is a story i work on
Nov 23, 2018 19:03:00 GMT -5
Post by maxils on Nov 23, 2018 19:03:00 GMT -5
Nov 23: Watch for new chapters! I'll be adding one a day!
Nov 29: SHOOT I FORGOT TO ADD MORE! Anyways here's chapter 1
Dec 2: Ah well screw it i'll just add when I feel like it here's the second chapter
WARRIORS
THE NEW CLANS
Dawn of the New Clans
By Mapleheart, Willowfur, Eitan (Fireclaw) and Wolf AB (Nightcloud)
Fanfiction Based on Warriors
Prologue
A pair of cats were running. Running not to somewhere, but away. Fleeing the land of the five Warrior Clans. The leader of RiverClan had driven them out. Betrayal stung in their hearts. One cat they once were friends with betrayed them. Framed them. Accused them of cold-blooded murder, and breaking the warrior code. They were innocent, but that did not matter. Their leader did not care, for they were only traitors to him.
Trailing behind a young she-cat were four mewling kits. Driven out by SkyClan for having kits, for she was, or used to be, the medicine cat. Banned from the clan territory for breaking the warrior code. She struggled to keep her kits silent as they escaped through the night. They were leaving home, and had nowhere to go. All they could do is keep moving.
The cats met at dawn near the edge of the territories. Silently, they intertwined paths and continued their escape together. They traveled towards the horizon, steadily putting one paw in front of another and never looking back. To stake their own territory. To start a new life. To start new Clans.
Chapter 1
“Gerroff ofme!” yowled tiny Treekit, trying to shove her larger brother off her back.
“Never will I ever!” laughed back Blackkit, swishing around his black tail. Treekit wriggled around, trying to crawl out from under him. Suddenly, she thought of an excellent idea. It was risky exposing her soft underbelly, but if it worked she would easily be victorious. She let herself go limp under him. “I win!” Blackkit crowed. “I will be the strongest warrior of all, and you will always be the runt! I will become leader- Oof!” he grunted as Treekit suddenly flipped over, squashing him beneath her back.
She leaped up and held Blackkit down on the ground while he struggled to recompose himself after having the wind knocked out of him. “Who’s the runt now?”
“Clever moves,” purred a voice behind Treekit. She spun around to see Beachclaw padding around the bush behind her and Blackkit. “I especially like how you tricked Blackkit by feigning defeat. That is a smart battle move that clever cats learn how to use.” Treekit’s chest swelled with pride.
“Now, time to train your smelling. What do you smell here?”
Blackkit replied, “I smell you and mother and Bluestream-”
“And Pebblekit and Redkit…and I smell someone else. Who is it?” questioned Treekit. The cat’s scent was different from the cats she was traveling with- the lingering smell of the Twolegplace was on her.
“Meet our new traveling companion, Lighty,” meowed Beachclaw. A wiry brown cat slipped out behind an oak tree and gracefully padded over to the kits.
“Mighty strong kits you’ve got,” mewed the she-cat in a smooth voice. “Where’d you get those battle moves? You from the Clan cats?”
Suddenly, Redkit hopped into sight. “We’re not from those clans, we’re gonna make our own clan! ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan live in that forest-” he pointed towards the sunset- “but we left to become a new clan cause they kicked us out!”
“Well, what an interesting history you’ve got,” Lighty purred, turning around and sitting comfortably on the grassy ground. “Since I’ll be living with you kittens, how about you tell us all about your interesting history? Start from the beginning, please; I’ve got plenty of time to spare.”
Chapter 2
“You got framed by your own clanmate?...” echoed Lighty. She flicked her tail in curiosity. We Twolegplace cats wouldn’t be that salty towards our own friends. And by what we heard from the Clan cats, they’re all about being honorable and such. I can’t believe any good cat would do somethin’ that nasty and underhanded.”
“Well, we weren’t really on a good relationship at that point,” mumbled Beachclaw as he shifted uncomfortably. “Anyways, Bluestream and I left and journeyed away overnight, and we met up with Dappleleaf around dawn. We went to the Moonstone - that's where the clans can share dreams with StarClan - and we asked Starclan what we should do. StarClan, a tribe of our deceased warrior ancestors, told us we should leave the original clans forever and form our own clans.”
“And… you came here to start your clan, right?” Lighty mewed, stretching and yawning. “Sounds like a kitten’s story, deceased ancestors watching over you and guiding you through your dreams.”
Beachclaw flinched at how Lighty dismissed the thought of StarClan’s existence so easily. Well, she’s a twolegplace cat who’s know nothing much of the Clans, he thought. There would be a time when Lighty would have to accept the Clan ways, and to earn a way into Starclan. Beachclaw shivered. If you didn’t believe in Starclan, then anywhere you went after death, your spirit would be trapped in your body and you wouldn’t be able to leave. Even worse, if you did believe in Starclan but you committed crimes too horrible, Starclan would never forgive you and send you to the Dark Forest, a revolting place where you’d stay forever until you were forgotten. If any cat, Starclan or not, was forgotten from the memories of all living cats, they would slowly fade away until they wouldn’t exist anymore, to their final resting place.
“Well, thank you for the story. I appreciated your time very much. Now that we’re finished with the story, I’m really hungry. Fancy some fresh-kill?” Lighty got up from the grass and padded towards the woods beyond. Beachclaw padded after her, and Treekit tried to tag along.
Nov 29: SHOOT I FORGOT TO ADD MORE! Anyways here's chapter 1
Dec 2: Ah well screw it i'll just add when I feel like it here's the second chapter
WARRIORS
THE NEW CLANS
Dawn of the New Clans
By Mapleheart, Willowfur, Eitan (Fireclaw) and Wolf AB (Nightcloud)
Fanfiction Based on Warriors
Prologue
A pair of cats were running. Running not to somewhere, but away. Fleeing the land of the five Warrior Clans. The leader of RiverClan had driven them out. Betrayal stung in their hearts. One cat they once were friends with betrayed them. Framed them. Accused them of cold-blooded murder, and breaking the warrior code. They were innocent, but that did not matter. Their leader did not care, for they were only traitors to him.
Trailing behind a young she-cat were four mewling kits. Driven out by SkyClan for having kits, for she was, or used to be, the medicine cat. Banned from the clan territory for breaking the warrior code. She struggled to keep her kits silent as they escaped through the night. They were leaving home, and had nowhere to go. All they could do is keep moving.
The cats met at dawn near the edge of the territories. Silently, they intertwined paths and continued their escape together. They traveled towards the horizon, steadily putting one paw in front of another and never looking back. To stake their own territory. To start a new life. To start new Clans.
Chapter 1
“Gerroff ofme!” yowled tiny Treekit, trying to shove her larger brother off her back.
“Never will I ever!” laughed back Blackkit, swishing around his black tail. Treekit wriggled around, trying to crawl out from under him. Suddenly, she thought of an excellent idea. It was risky exposing her soft underbelly, but if it worked she would easily be victorious. She let herself go limp under him. “I win!” Blackkit crowed. “I will be the strongest warrior of all, and you will always be the runt! I will become leader- Oof!” he grunted as Treekit suddenly flipped over, squashing him beneath her back.
She leaped up and held Blackkit down on the ground while he struggled to recompose himself after having the wind knocked out of him. “Who’s the runt now?”
“Clever moves,” purred a voice behind Treekit. She spun around to see Beachclaw padding around the bush behind her and Blackkit. “I especially like how you tricked Blackkit by feigning defeat. That is a smart battle move that clever cats learn how to use.” Treekit’s chest swelled with pride.
“Now, time to train your smelling. What do you smell here?”
Blackkit replied, “I smell you and mother and Bluestream-”
“And Pebblekit and Redkit…and I smell someone else. Who is it?” questioned Treekit. The cat’s scent was different from the cats she was traveling with- the lingering smell of the Twolegplace was on her.
“Meet our new traveling companion, Lighty,” meowed Beachclaw. A wiry brown cat slipped out behind an oak tree and gracefully padded over to the kits.
“Mighty strong kits you’ve got,” mewed the she-cat in a smooth voice. “Where’d you get those battle moves? You from the Clan cats?”
Suddenly, Redkit hopped into sight. “We’re not from those clans, we’re gonna make our own clan! ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan live in that forest-” he pointed towards the sunset- “but we left to become a new clan cause they kicked us out!”
“Well, what an interesting history you’ve got,” Lighty purred, turning around and sitting comfortably on the grassy ground. “Since I’ll be living with you kittens, how about you tell us all about your interesting history? Start from the beginning, please; I’ve got plenty of time to spare.”
Chapter 2
“You got framed by your own clanmate?...” echoed Lighty. She flicked her tail in curiosity. We Twolegplace cats wouldn’t be that salty towards our own friends. And by what we heard from the Clan cats, they’re all about being honorable and such. I can’t believe any good cat would do somethin’ that nasty and underhanded.”
“Well, we weren’t really on a good relationship at that point,” mumbled Beachclaw as he shifted uncomfortably. “Anyways, Bluestream and I left and journeyed away overnight, and we met up with Dappleleaf around dawn. We went to the Moonstone - that's where the clans can share dreams with StarClan - and we asked Starclan what we should do. StarClan, a tribe of our deceased warrior ancestors, told us we should leave the original clans forever and form our own clans.”
“And… you came here to start your clan, right?” Lighty mewed, stretching and yawning. “Sounds like a kitten’s story, deceased ancestors watching over you and guiding you through your dreams.”
Beachclaw flinched at how Lighty dismissed the thought of StarClan’s existence so easily. Well, she’s a twolegplace cat who’s know nothing much of the Clans, he thought. There would be a time when Lighty would have to accept the Clan ways, and to earn a way into Starclan. Beachclaw shivered. If you didn’t believe in Starclan, then anywhere you went after death, your spirit would be trapped in your body and you wouldn’t be able to leave. Even worse, if you did believe in Starclan but you committed crimes too horrible, Starclan would never forgive you and send you to the Dark Forest, a revolting place where you’d stay forever until you were forgotten. If any cat, Starclan or not, was forgotten from the memories of all living cats, they would slowly fade away until they wouldn’t exist anymore, to their final resting place.
“Well, thank you for the story. I appreciated your time very much. Now that we’re finished with the story, I’m really hungry. Fancy some fresh-kill?” Lighty got up from the grass and padded towards the woods beyond. Beachclaw padded after her, and Treekit tried to tag along.