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Post by Runningfoot on Jan 1, 2007 17:49:19 GMT -5
ok. I like what you are doing with my cats. what do you mean, if anyone in my book could fill out the form?
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Post by Moonstar on Jan 1, 2007 18:29:54 GMT -5
Any charcters I mentioned/people who want to be used fill this out:
Name: Clan: Brief Personality: Thinks other Clans are to blame (Yes/No): Can be killed (if they die in the story, they don't die in the RP. Think of the RP as real, and this as just a story):
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Post by Runningfoot on Jan 1, 2007 19:37:43 GMT -5
ok. I get it!
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Post by Moonstar on Jan 1, 2007 22:43:03 GMT -5
Working on Chapter Four. It's all about me. *Arrogant look.* It's in there to tell you Moonstar doesn't hate ShadowClan because he feels they took his kit from him and because a ShadowClan cat supposably entered his territory. Noooo, that's only a small reason.
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Post by Runningfoot on Jan 3, 2007 16:39:39 GMT -5
I see.
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Post by Moonstar on Jan 3, 2007 16:48:06 GMT -5
Yep, it should be here soon. I won't say today or tomorrow because I don't want to say that in case I don't finish it
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Post by Runningfoot on Jan 5, 2007 15:36:11 GMT -5
right.
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Post by Moonstar on Jan 5, 2007 23:35:56 GMT -5
I hope I haven't 'jumped the shark'
Chapter Four Flashbacks “ShadowClan.” Any cat hearing Moonstar say that might’ve thought it was a deadly curse. He had returned from StarClan. He had been taken back to RiverClan. But he did not have his kit back. And he had lost a life. His score was not settled. He had to rest first. The RiverClan leader moaned. ShadowClan had taken so much from him, more than his first life and kit (which technically was willingly given up). He just lay there, slowly going back to when he was deputy…
Wavestar rushed out of her den and stared at the border. ShadowClan was coming! There was Grayfrost, the deputy. But where was Pantherstar? She puzzled over this, but then the RiverClan leader saw something which made her feel like a Twoleg had kicked her in the stomach. She saw a familiar black pelt. It was one of RiverClan’s best warriors, Ravenpelt! The silvery she-cat couldn’t help but sob. If anything were to happen to her current deputy, Moonclaw, she would’ve chosen him as deputy. “StarClan, no…” Wavestar shook her head. This was no time to mourn over a betrayal or deny it. She let a loud battle yowl to alert her Clan. Then bravely leapt at ShadowClan.
Moonclaw stood in front of the nursery. He had kits in there. And no cat would harm them without getting past him first. The black cat leapt on a cat nearby. As he lashed out with his one white paw, the RiverClan deputy took in a scent. His stomach dropped. That wasn’t the scent of a ShadowClan warrior. It was the scent of a rogue cat. As Moonclaw’s grip weakened in shock the rogue ran over to another group of enemy warriors. They seemed to be surrounding something, or someone, so it would be easier to kill it. Did he see a glimpse of silver fur… “Wavestar!” He cried desperately, and abandoned the nursery. Please StarClan! I’m not ready to lose something so great and lead RiverClan!
“She has six lives left. This might take a while, Grayfrost.” “Patience, Ravenpelt. We’ll never rule the forest without patience.” Wavestar gasped. “Ruling the forest? How’d you know I have six lives left anyway?” She stammered. The black warrior curled his lip in disdain. “I’ve kept track ever since I told the two rogue cats where Otterfur was taking the patrol. When I got him to scout alone, he was too weak to fight them off as I predicted.” Wavestar could hardly stop from weeping. Otterfur had been her deputy before Moonclaw. She had known he had been killed by rogues, but she didn’t know that Ravenpelt had betrayed her. “I want power, Wavestar! Grayfrost and I will get it, no matter what the cost!” Ravenpelt snarled, and the dark gray ShadowClan deputy hissed in agreement. Suddenly Grayfrost barreled into Wavestar, sinking his teeth into her throat. The RiverClan leader’s shoulders slumped. For a few moments she lay perfectly still. Returning from StarClan, she staggered up. “This will be easier than I thought.” Grayfrost laughed scornfully to Ravenpelt, and all the other cats laughed. “Wavestar!” A black blur ran into the cats. Wavestar smiled and tears of joy and gratitude came to her eyes. She smelled Moonclaw. He battled the cats, screaming, “Like it, you cowards!” Suddenly she was pinned from behind by Grayfrost. He bit her already injured neck again. She collapsed, again motionless. Now she was on her fourth life. A rogue cat scratched at her eyes as soon as she returned from StarClan. She struggled to at least rise to her feet, but was unsuccessful. Her third life. Grayfrost and another cat raked their claws down her side. Blood spurted from the wound, dying some of her silver fur red. Her second life. “Would you like to do the honors, Ravenpelt?” “My pleasure!” “No!” Moonclaw screeched.
RiverClan had won the battle. But they had lost a leader. Moonclaw sighed and looked up at the stars. “Wavestar, are you there?” He whispered. Tomorrow he was to go to the Moonstone to receive his nine lives from StarClan and the name Moonstar. But was he ready. “Moonclaw.” The black tom turned to see a ginger she-cat named Rosepelt. She had been his mentor when he was an apprentice. “ShadowClan requests a meeting with you.” Moonclaw unsheathed his claws and pulled his lips back into a snarl. “I want nothing to do with ShadowClan!” He growled. Rosepelt sighed. She knew Moonclaw was suffering the loss of their leader most of all. “It’s urgent.” Moonclaw sighed reluctantly. “Fine. I’ll go tomorrow.”
Moonclaw swallowed the traveling herbs in disgust. Birchpaw couldn’t resist but to chuckle at the look he gave Wolfheart, the medicine cat of RiverClan and her mentor. The dark gray cat pretended not to notice. “Be careful going to ShadowClan. It could be dangerous.” Wolfheart cautioned. Moonclaw’s piercing green eyes darkened. “After Wavestar’s death, I’m the most dangerous thing to ShadowClan.” He growled. He stepped out of the medicine cat’s den, and his mate Birchclaw, a white she-cat with black stripes hurried over to him. “I’m going with you.” She said. Moonclaw licked her affectionately. “You need to take care of our kits. Don’t worry about me. The kits need you more.” Birchclaw narrowed her blue eyes defiantly. “If something happens to you, those kits will just be an agonizing reminder. I’m going with you, and you can’t stop me.” Moonclaw let out a small mroww of laughter. He should’ve known that she wouldn’t give up that easily. “Well, let’s go then.”
Moonclaw and Birchclaw stepped up to the Thunderpath. His fur prickled. This was probably the most dangerous thing any cat could face. The foul scent reached his nostrils as he stared at the rough gray-black terrain. A blue monster zoomed by, making him jump. “I think I should go first,” He mewed. “ShadowClan wanted to see me, they aren’t here for you.” The white and black tabby nodded, but didn’t look like she fully approved. Cautiously the black tom stepped onto the Thunderpath. Careful, closer, closer… Suddenly Moonclaw stopped short. The scent of rogue cats reached his nostrils, and the scent of a RiverClan cat not seen since the battle. And he saw…eyes. Glowing eyes, staring at him, waiting for him. Not waiting in the sense of waiting for a meeting, but waiting for death. “Moonclaw! Look out!” Moonclaw spun around at the sound of his mate’s cry and his piercing green eyes lit up with terror. A red monster was hurtling towards him! There was no escape! Suddenly he felt a large force nudge his side, and he rolled off the Thunderpath onto ShadowClan ground. There was a sickening crunch. Moonclaw didn’t have to turn around to know what had happened, but he did anyway. Birchclaw lay there, completely still. “Oh, StarClan, no!” This wasn’t fair. He had just lost Wavestar. He ran over to her and sniffed her gently. Her scent, the scent of the Thunderpath mingled in the air…along with the scent of death. “No…please StarClan…” This wasn’t fair! Even if she did have to die, when a cat died for their beloved, they gave some sort of speech. They’d at least say goodbye! This was wrong, very wrong. “Birchclaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww!” Birds flew from trees, and any prey in sight ran as the cry split the air, ringing through the forest. He carried her body out of the Thunderpath, onto ShadowClan territory, where Grayfrost and Ravenpelt were there to meet him. The ShadowClan stared at the queen’s body, not a trace of pity on his face. “Oh. That wasn’t meant to happen. Well, a slight error we can overlook.” The dark gray cat turned to Moonclaw. “Now, before we get down to business, can take this…thing’s body off of my territory.” The black RiverClan cat stared at his paws, eyes closed. His voice became a deadly whisper. “You kill my mate, don’t even bother refer to her as a proper creature, and still have the nerve to make me move her before…” He opened his eyes a slit, revealing a dangerous gleam. “I get my revenge.” Grayfrost shook his head, as if he was about to reason with an apprentice. “Moonclaw, remember who is truly to blame. It is the Twolegs’ fault, not mine.” The RiverClan leader lost it. Yowling, he barreled into Grayfrost, biting and clawing. There was nothing but black fur, gray fur, and blood. Grayfrost looked like a one-hundred year old cat by the time Moonclaw was finished. Chest heaving, he glared down at the deputy’s body. “The was the last straw, Grayfrost. Murdering my mate and insulting her was bad enough, but lying to me did it.” More rogues appeared from the bushes. “It’s your turn to pay, Moonclaw.” Ravenpelt snarled.
“Ow! Get your filthy claws off me!” Moonclaw opened his eyes and an amber colored she-cat came into focus. She ‘shh-ed’ him gently. “Now, you must rest and stay still. You fought an army of rogues all alone until we noticed something was up. Ah, Shadowheart. Why isn’t Pantherstar here…Shadowheart?” Moonclaw saw a silver tom enter, head down low. He raised his head, black eyes sad, yet seeming to hide the emotion. Before answering the she-cat, he dipped his head at Moonclaw. “Thank you for defending my Clan. I’m the newly appointed deputy, Shadowheart. I hear you’re going to the Highstones. I’d like to travel with you.” The new deputy turned to the she-cat. “Amberpaw. I do not serve as deputy any longer. Pantherstar has gone to join StarClan.” “No.” The amber furred apprentice lowered her head in grief. “I dreamed of serving as a medicine cat under him, not someone else, not that I doubt you, but…” Shadowheart pressed his nose against Amberpaw’s flank. As he watched them, something came back to him. “Ravenpelt! Was there a cat with a RiverClan scent other than me? What happened to him?” “There were two,” Shadowheart replied. “One was dead, a white she-cat. The other was pure black. He got away.” “Foxdung!” Moonclaw swore. His revenge was ruined! Another warrior dragged a white and black tabby’s body in. “Do you know her?” Amberpaw asked gently. In answer Moonclaw buried her nose in her flank. How could StarClan be so cruel!
His flash black rushed through Moonstar quickly. Then he saw all the times he had been companions with Shadowstar. “No, StarClan, you’re wrong. We’re not allies!” Suddenly a familiar queen appeared. “Birchclaw!” He cried. His dead mate’s blue eyes looked sad. “You’re not the cat I used to know, Moonstar.” “No! I am!” She shook her head. “The cat I knew wouldn’t give up on his friend.” “I’m the same! Nothing’s changed!”
Moonstar awoke, heart pumping. Rage filled him as he again thought of ShadowClan. He’d attack as soon as possible. Despite his anger, he felt guilty and swore he heard Birchclaw whisper, “Remember your dream, and you can become the cat I loved once again. Until then, you’re a stranger to me.”
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Post by Runningfoot on Jan 6, 2007 16:21:28 GMT -5
it's nice, but Birchpaw is Birchstripe!
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Post by Moonstar logged out on Jan 6, 2007 17:25:24 GMT -5
That's because this is a flashback. So Moonstar would be Moonclaw, warriors might be apprentices, apprentices might be kits, etc.
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Post by Runningfoot on Jan 6, 2007 21:00:13 GMT -5
oh! I get it * Embarressed look, slinks out*
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Post by Moonstar on Jan 8, 2007 22:34:59 GMT -5
Chapter 5 DeathClan Four cats, seemingly shadows slunk over to the Fourtrees, and pulled themselves onto the Great Rock. However, the cats weren’t Swiftstar, Moonstar, Phoenixstar, or Shadowstar. No they all had dark gray fur and were smaller. The four cats were kin, yet of different Clans. It was the four ex-rouges, Graypaw, or Smudge; Coalpaw, or Mugs; Dustpaw, or Ash; and Morningpaw, or Feather. “Hello, Smudge, Mugs, Ash. I hope you haven’t done anything stupid.” Feather asked. Mugs jumped up, crying out in protest. “We aren’t in the habit of doing anything stupid!” He wailed. Feather’s claws unsheathed and her hackles rose. “Quiet! A badger’s trying to get up here!” Mugs gasped and swung around. “Where?” “Mousebrain! That’s why asked if you did anything stupid!” Feather sighed and rolled her eyes impatiently. “I hope you at least carried out your task, Smudge.” “Yes, Slink.” Smudge spat. “I haven’t spoken to you yet.” All the cats turned to see a wiry brown tom. He fixed his amber stare on them. “Last I checked the Clans were supposed to fight among themselves, you weren’t suppose to fight among each other.” All the younger cats nodded and muttered sheepish apologies. The dark brown DeathClan leader turned to Feather. “You told me BloodClan was a Clan, Feather! It’s just a group of rotten loners.” He growled. Ash smirked. “Told ya!” “Silence!” Slink snapped, then flashed a cruel smile. “It wasn’t a total loss. They told us of some loners who are associated with the Clans, and we captured them. If they don’t talk, they’ll at least make good hostages. Now, Smudge, did you kill one of your own Clan?” The ThunderClan cat nodded. “Yes. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that miserable apprentice. But Ash and I got her mentor.” Smudge’s eyes blazed. He had fallen in love with her. If she loved him back, he thought maybe he could convince her to join DeathClan. But he soon knew she didn’t. And to increase his anger, that mangy apprentice Firepaw had his eye on her, even if she didn’t realize it. He immediately decided to kill her, to get rid of the agonizing thing he could never have. But that kittypet had gotten in the way. Oh, well, his loss. “Brilliant! You must kill someone next, Mugs. Someone you hate.” Mugs felt a shiver go up his spine. He’d get to get rid of his worst enemy. Actually, he wasn’t sure who it was, but he’d get to kill him, or her. “Then it will be your turn, Ash.” The dark gray WindClan apprentice nodded then asked timidly, “Why do we have to kill them?” Slink barreled into him, pinning the unfortunate cat. “So you don’t get attached, mouse brain! And don’t question my orders!” Ash sighed in relief when Slink let go. “I must go now.” Slink said, and ran off. He pondered who he’d want to kill. Probably Quickfoot, he seemed to hate him. But it didn’t seem right to kill just because you disliked someone. Was DeathClan right at all. Ash looked up at the stars, hoping the others wouldn’t notice. He had began to believe in StarClan. A voice whispered, “This is your decision, Dustpaw. But we will watch over you.”
The golden tabby examined where he was held. It seemed to be some pit, one much to tall to climb out of. He groaned as a sharp pain shot through his head. He had been thrown down into the pit, which was pure stone. Well, he hoped at least his captors knew how to get him out. “Rogue, wake up.” He gently prodded another captive, a tabby cat sleeping nearby. It yawned and lifted its head. “Duke, where are we? Where have those evil cats gone?” Trembling the tabby added, “You don’t think it’s BloodClan coming for me?” Rogue had been a member of BloodClan, but after a fight over leadership he deserted. The poor tabby was often in fear of the leader, Blood, coming for him. Duke shook his head. “No, it’s not BloodClan. I don’t know what it is.” Duke struggled to remember. He and Rogue had been in their barn, when some rogues stormed in. They were hostile, and the two loners were forced to attack. But they had been badly outnumbered. Rogue had been attacked by three cats, and knocked unconscious. Duke remembered they were dragging him off, as if they wanted him alive. The golden tabby had tried to chase them, but failed. Four cats surrounded him, knocked him out, and he awoke in the pit. But why? What use were they to those cats? Suddenly a sleek calico cat looked down. “Hey! Coward!” Duke snarled. “Let me out, and I’ll fight ya, one on one in exchange for freedom for my friend and I! To the death, just you and me!” The cat ran off, clearly frightened at the idea of fighting the captive loner himself. Duke sighed, wishing he had seen if there was a chance of escape before chasing him off. Soon however, some sort of leaf was dangled into the pit. It wasn’t exactly like a leaf, it was softer and Duke observed you could get a fairly decent grip on it. “Get up, both of you!” A tortoiseshell growled, holding the strange leaf in place. Duke was torn between a chance of escape and hatred toward these clearly evil cats. Hatred won. He pulled on it, causing the cat to fall in with a squeak of alarm. Duke was immediately on his opponent. He sank his teeth into his enemy’s flesh, ignoring the foul taste and raked his claws through his fur. The golden tabby was hardly ever scratched. “Enough!” A voice shouted. “Up. Now.” Duke shuddered and released the tortoiseshell. There was something about that voice. He gripped the leaf they dangled down and began to climb. As soon as he reached the top he sprang. But two cats held him back. A brown cat got close to his face. “Well, you aren’t short of nerve. I admire you for that. Let him go, I can handle him if tries something.” He smiled at the loner, and Duke found it amazing he was afraid of a creature who seemed so friendly all of a sudden. :So, I hear you’re allies with the Clan. We seek alliance with them. Can you tell us some about them?” Duke curled his lip defiantly. “All I will tell you is they’re mighty warriors who’d kill you in a second if you mess with them!” An intense light entered the golden tabby’s amber eyes. “And that the youngest kit is braver than you. And some cats who weren’t Clanborn have more loyalty to a Clan where they may be hated, than you do to your own Clan where you are feared!” He stepped closer, and his voice increased in volume, “And though I am not officially part of the Clans, I believe in StarClan, which you may think makes them weak, but it gives them strength! And I’d sooner feed myself to a badger, then act as a spy for crowfood like yourself!” Any trace of warmth and friendliness was gone from the rogue’s face. “Get the other one!” Rogue was climbed up and faced the other cat. “You look like you could be a good leader of DeathClan someday. Well? You aren’t going to throw this chance…” Rogue’s muscles tensed, and his eyes blazed. Hackles rising, he looked Slink in the eyes without a tiny trace of fear. “I’m not interested in becoming crowfood, thanks!” The brown cat nodded, emotionless. “You are of no use to me then.” Slowly he turned his backed and walked off, as if he was finished with them and they could carry out there business. The two tabby cats watched the guards warily, but they seemed not to take any notice. Rogue stared nervously at the leader, but Duke nudged him gently. “I think they’re done. Let’s go!” “But it’s weird, I know, but…” Rogue suddenly was pinned by a brown blur! Slink stared a his prisoner’s throat, a hungry look in his eyes. “You know, loner, we’re called DeathClan. I am the leader.” He bore his eyes into Duke’s. “It’s not natural for us to go long without killing. But, maybe if I got some information, I could live without causing bloodshed. “I’m not worth it!” The tabby rasped. Duke sighed and slumped his shoulders. “I’ll tell you what you want.” Smiling cruelly, the DeathClan let go of his captives. A battle yowl split the air, and Duke flung himself at Slink. “Rogue, get out of here. Now!” More DeathClan cats through themselves at the rebellious cat. Rogue defiantly launched himself at the tussle. “No! You took me in when I could’ve been a traitor! You’re risking my life for me! I won’t leave you!” “Mousebrain!” Duke hissed. “What about the Clans?” Rogue knew this was only an excuse but said nothing. “I’ll ask is you find Moonstar, and tell him about DeathClan!” The rogues managed to contain Duke. “Take him away and execute him.” Slink growled. “Go!” Having no other choice, Rogue fled. I, Rogue, swear that I will find Moonstar, no matter where he is. And Duke will be avenged!
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Post by Runningfoot on Jan 10, 2007 15:45:09 GMT -5
Nice!You have NOT jumped the shark!
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Post by Moonstar on Jan 10, 2007 15:59:31 GMT -5
Yes! *Sticks tougne out at the shark. Shark looks angry.* Uh-oh...
Chapter Six might take a while. And I'm afraid Rogue won't be seen for a while. He will be though right before the battle between the Clans and DeathClan.
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Post by Runningfoot on Jan 10, 2007 16:41:01 GMT -5
ok, I see. What's The next chapter about?
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