Post by Moonstar on Dec 7, 2006 20:26:33 GMT -5
This a story I'm writing, which takes place a little bit after what's happening on the site now. I'm using site characters, so if you don't like the way I'm using your character, tell me somehow.
“How many Clans are out there?”
“Five, sir. ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and BloodClan.”
“BloodClan’s not a real Clan, stupid!”
“Yes it is!”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it…”
“Silence!” Slink, the leader of DeathClan roared. The dark brown cat shook his head slowly. Those young ones!
“I don’t care if they consider BloodClan a real Clan. I still want it.” Slink growled.
“Told you!” Feather, a dark gray she-cat said, sticking her tongue out at Mugs, her brother, but was silenced by Slink’s stare. Slink sighed as he lay in the cave. He was not like the Tribe cats, so life in a cave was no life for him. However, he despised Twolegs and their barns, though loners seemed to like them. The DeathClan leader’s desire was to live in the forest. But he knew of the Clans the inhabited it. Even if they did let him join a Clan, he wouldn’t be in charge, and there’d be silly rules.
“Get Ash and Smudge.” Slink ordered Feather. The dark gray she-cat ran off, and shortly returned with two well built dark gray cats.
“Sir!” They said at the same time.
“Good, you’re all here! Listen carefully I have a plan.”
“So you’ve figured out how to destroy the Clans?” Mugs asked eagerly.
“No, I won’t destroy them. They’ll destroy themselves.”
Swiftstar strode into the Fourtrees with ThunderClan. The silver tabby looked around, and saw the RiverClan leader, Moonstar. Moonstar was a friend of his, so he walked over to him.
“Hi, Moonstar! How’s RiverClan been doing?”
Grunt.
Swiftstar sighed slightly, but knew that’s how Moonstar commonly acted towards other Clans. But why was he especially unfriendly now? The black RiverClan leader just kept muttering to himself about waiting for ShadowClan. He found this puzzling, but just went off to talk with some other cats.
Soon, the ShadowClan leader, Shadowstar, appeared, Shortfoot, his deputy, walking by his side, looking proud that ShadowClan seemed strong. Moonstar sneered. ShadowClan! They’d done enough to him earlier. Nothing to be proud about. And now they had done more damage to his Clan! Oh, well they wouldn’t be popular once the Gathering started. When the Gathering did start, Shadowstar spoke first.
“A rogue has joined my Clan,” He said, baring his teeth to silence hisses of disgust. “I’ve scented some unusual scents at the Gathering, so I think some other Clans may have.” All the cats slunk guiltily. It was true. A rogue had begged to join each Clan, and they decided to give them a chance. It was unusual, but they figured it was something from StarClan, or conscience. “She warned us of a Clan called DeathClan she said killed her family. We must temporarily ally together. WindClan, are you with us?” Shadowstar asked. Phoenixstar, the leader and medicine cat stared at Shadowstar thoughtfully. After giving it a lot of thought, she said.
“Yes, WindClan is one your side!”
“Thank you. RiverClan?” Shadowstar asked.
“No.” Shadowstar stepped back in surprise. Moonstar was his closest friend outside of his Clan.
“No?”
“No.”
“But…why?”
“You know why!” Moonstar snapped. “ShadowClan sent their new member to spy on RiverClan. Is that right Streakfur?” Moonstar called down to a white cat with ginger streaks. He nodded.
“Yes, I chased it out myself.” The cat called up. Moonstar turned to Phoenixstar.
“Do you still want to ally him?”
“Yes!” Phoenixstar spat. “I wouldn’t have allied with Shadowstar if you had, because I don’t want to be allied with a Clan that makes plans to steal kits!”
“What!” Moonstar growled furiously.
“A queen smelled RiverClan in the nursery, and woke up to see a dark gray cat with a thick RiverClan stench run off.” To end the feud, Swiftstar called out, glaring as hearing what Moonstar’s Clan had supposably did,
“ThunderClan is with you!”
“ThunderClan’s help won’t be necessary.” Shadowstar said flatly. Swiftstar could barely conceal his surprise. How come he asked WindClan and RiverClan, but not ThunderClan? Was he holding a grudge because of the secret affair Tigerstripe and Berrytail had?
“I ally with RiverClan!” He screeched. Moonstar nodded.
“Oh, and ShadowClan,” Moonstar snarled. “You have my kit, Flamepaw in your Clan. I gave it to you because we were friends. She’s joining RiverClan, for you are no longer my friend.” The full moon slipped behind a cloud.
“A sign! The Gathering is over!” Shadowstar left with ShadowClan, the words stinging him. You are no longer my friend.
“How many Clans are out there?”
“Five, sir. ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and BloodClan.”
“BloodClan’s not a real Clan, stupid!”
“Yes it is!”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it…”
“Silence!” Slink, the leader of DeathClan roared. The dark brown cat shook his head slowly. Those young ones!
“I don’t care if they consider BloodClan a real Clan. I still want it.” Slink growled.
“Told you!” Feather, a dark gray she-cat said, sticking her tongue out at Mugs, her brother, but was silenced by Slink’s stare. Slink sighed as he lay in the cave. He was not like the Tribe cats, so life in a cave was no life for him. However, he despised Twolegs and their barns, though loners seemed to like them. The DeathClan leader’s desire was to live in the forest. But he knew of the Clans the inhabited it. Even if they did let him join a Clan, he wouldn’t be in charge, and there’d be silly rules.
“Get Ash and Smudge.” Slink ordered Feather. The dark gray she-cat ran off, and shortly returned with two well built dark gray cats.
“Sir!” They said at the same time.
“Good, you’re all here! Listen carefully I have a plan.”
“So you’ve figured out how to destroy the Clans?” Mugs asked eagerly.
“No, I won’t destroy them. They’ll destroy themselves.”
Swiftstar strode into the Fourtrees with ThunderClan. The silver tabby looked around, and saw the RiverClan leader, Moonstar. Moonstar was a friend of his, so he walked over to him.
“Hi, Moonstar! How’s RiverClan been doing?”
Grunt.
Swiftstar sighed slightly, but knew that’s how Moonstar commonly acted towards other Clans. But why was he especially unfriendly now? The black RiverClan leader just kept muttering to himself about waiting for ShadowClan. He found this puzzling, but just went off to talk with some other cats.
Soon, the ShadowClan leader, Shadowstar, appeared, Shortfoot, his deputy, walking by his side, looking proud that ShadowClan seemed strong. Moonstar sneered. ShadowClan! They’d done enough to him earlier. Nothing to be proud about. And now they had done more damage to his Clan! Oh, well they wouldn’t be popular once the Gathering started. When the Gathering did start, Shadowstar spoke first.
“A rogue has joined my Clan,” He said, baring his teeth to silence hisses of disgust. “I’ve scented some unusual scents at the Gathering, so I think some other Clans may have.” All the cats slunk guiltily. It was true. A rogue had begged to join each Clan, and they decided to give them a chance. It was unusual, but they figured it was something from StarClan, or conscience. “She warned us of a Clan called DeathClan she said killed her family. We must temporarily ally together. WindClan, are you with us?” Shadowstar asked. Phoenixstar, the leader and medicine cat stared at Shadowstar thoughtfully. After giving it a lot of thought, she said.
“Yes, WindClan is one your side!”
“Thank you. RiverClan?” Shadowstar asked.
“No.” Shadowstar stepped back in surprise. Moonstar was his closest friend outside of his Clan.
“No?”
“No.”
“But…why?”
“You know why!” Moonstar snapped. “ShadowClan sent their new member to spy on RiverClan. Is that right Streakfur?” Moonstar called down to a white cat with ginger streaks. He nodded.
“Yes, I chased it out myself.” The cat called up. Moonstar turned to Phoenixstar.
“Do you still want to ally him?”
“Yes!” Phoenixstar spat. “I wouldn’t have allied with Shadowstar if you had, because I don’t want to be allied with a Clan that makes plans to steal kits!”
“What!” Moonstar growled furiously.
“A queen smelled RiverClan in the nursery, and woke up to see a dark gray cat with a thick RiverClan stench run off.” To end the feud, Swiftstar called out, glaring as hearing what Moonstar’s Clan had supposably did,
“ThunderClan is with you!”
“ThunderClan’s help won’t be necessary.” Shadowstar said flatly. Swiftstar could barely conceal his surprise. How come he asked WindClan and RiverClan, but not ThunderClan? Was he holding a grudge because of the secret affair Tigerstripe and Berrytail had?
“I ally with RiverClan!” He screeched. Moonstar nodded.
“Oh, and ShadowClan,” Moonstar snarled. “You have my kit, Flamepaw in your Clan. I gave it to you because we were friends. She’s joining RiverClan, for you are no longer my friend.” The full moon slipped behind a cloud.
“A sign! The Gathering is over!” Shadowstar left with ShadowClan, the words stinging him. You are no longer my friend.