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Post by Runningfoot on Mar 31, 2007 19:06:06 GMT -5
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 2, 2007 16:44:09 GMT -5
I have the chapter finished, but I'm not on my own computer right now, so I can't post it. OK, I'm on now:
Bluepaw hurried after the rabbit. Stalking wouldn’t do much good: the moorlands didn’t have many hiding places. She’d have to rely on speed. When she was close enough, she pounced, taking the rabbit’s life. She barely stepped away in time as Webpaw, a white tom, lunged, almost at the same instant. “That was my rabbit!” He spat. The blue gray she-cat looked down apologetically. “I’m sorry, Webpaw. I didn’t know you were after it too.” She replied. “You should be sorry!” The white tom growled, ears flattening angrily. “Now, now, Webpaw. What counts is it was caught properly and it’s food for the Clan.” A ginger tom with a bushy tail strode over and laid his tail on Webpaw’s shoulder. “And I do believe Bluepaw had given chase first.” That remark just angered Webpaw more. He opened his mouth to make a retort, but unable to find anything that would sting enough, the white tom resorted to his strength. In an instant the thin she-cat was on her side, Webpaw pinning her. A tall light brown tabby tom rushed over and heaved the white cat off Bluepaw, and the ginger tom stared at Webpaw, shaking with fury. “Webpaw! Do not look for fights over small things!” He spat. “Sorry, Foxtail.” Webpaw murmured, not seeming the least bit sorry. “I should hope so. Let’s see what Cloudstar thinks of this.”
The white WindClan leader watched as Foxtail brought his apprentice in. Webpaw again. There was something about that apprentice that made him uncomfortable. The young apprentice pulled his lips back defiantly, not caring that this was a Clan leader he was seeing. Cloudstar turned his head toward Foxtail. “What’s the matter, Foxtail?” He asked, though he knew what it was. Webpaw was fighting with one of his own Clanmates, or something like that. The WindClan leader sighed. Webpaw had so much promise, if only he used his strength for good things. “He attacked Bluepaw over a rabbit.” The ginger tom growled. Cloudstar sighed. Every time the apprentice was brought in, it was something small that had roused his temper. “Webpaw, you disgrace WindClan sometimes! We do not try to fight enemy warriors unless necessary, and you attack Bluepaw over a ridiculous bit of prey. You will not be able to go to the next five Gatherings.” The white Clan leader growled. “What! That’s not fair!” Webpaw hissed. “It is, young one.” Foxtail snarled. “And I’d go see Poppyrose. I’m sure she has plenty of mouse bile for the elders you can use.” Webpaw’s ears flattened, but he just stalked off. Cloudstar lay down with his head on his paws, and murmured, “I don’t trust him. I’m nervous he might try something.” “He’d never!” A new voice growled. A light brown queen walked in. It was Dawnstone, Cloudstar’s mate. The white furred WindClan leader, nodded shame creeping into his blue eyes. Foxtail remembered that Cloudstar had been Webpaw’s father. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe. Still, I don’t trust him. I just don’t.”
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 2, 2007 17:51:35 GMT -5
cool post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Next chapter already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 13, 2007 21:03:44 GMT -5
UBER, UBER, UBER, UBER, UBER, and did I mention UBER sorry for the wate, but shortly after I got into a writing mood, my keyboard stopped working, so I had to use a different computer. Now my keyboard's fixed.
“Fernpaw, wake up! Wildstar and Grayfire are going to teach us fighting moves!” The black she-cat blinked her eyes open to see her sister, Nightpaw, prodding her. Fernpaw immediately scrambled to her feet, eager for training. Fighting moves were learned only by senior apprentices! Fernpaw and Nightpaw exited the ShadowClan apprentice den and hurried over to where a calico cat and a gray cat waited. Wildstar, Fernpaw’s mentor nodded and said, “Attack me.” Grayfire and Fernpaw had gone off some ways away, and she could see Grayfire ordering her to do the same. Nightpaw leapt forward. Fernpaw hesitated. She didn’t want to hurt him… Wildstar suddenly leapt forward, and Fernpaw was pinned. She struggled, and managed to flip Wildstar on his side. “Don’t stop. You’ve escaped, but this is still a ‘battle’.” Fernpaw batted at his side with unsheathed claws, and bit his neck, careful not to hurt him with her needle sharp fangs. Nightpaw was pinned by Grayfire. Fernpaw didn’t envy her; Grayfire was a tough mentor. He stood staring down, then loosened his grip. Nightpaw, who had looked at Grayfire blankly, suddenly flipped him into the ground, knocking the wind out of him. The gray tom had trouble getting up again. He nodded approvingly, trying to catch his breath. “You did…well.” He panted. Wildstar looked over at the two and said to his apprentice, “You’re soft, Fernpaw. That isn’t always a bad thing. It can bless you, but someday it may curse you. You need to learn when to be kind and when to be fierce.” Fernpaw nodded earnestly, looking embarrassed. “Someday your kindness shall make you a great warrior.” Wildstar promised. The ShadowClan leader’s words would come true.
It was the Gathering. Jadepaw appeared with Cloverpaw. Stonepaw and Owlpaw from ThunderClan came. Bluepaw from WindClan walked into the Fourtrees, and Webpaw followed the patrol guiltily. He hadn’t been chosen. Nightpaw and Fernpaw also were with ShadowClan. Cloverpaw, Webpaw, Owlpaw, and Nightpaw quickly took to each other. So did Jadepaw, Bluepaw, Fernpaw, and, well, Stonepaw stalked nearby them. Those four apprentices just chatted, but Cloverpaw had been looking forward to this event. “You all want to be great and well-known, right?” She asked. The three nodded eagerly. “I thought so. Now listen…”
Jadepaw’s sleep started peacefully. But then he was hunting in a forest. Out of the shadows, four cats sprang and attacked. He writhed, and was calmed as he felt the enemies letting go, but panic struck him as he went upwards. Had he died and joined StarClan? He could see StarClan cats, but not as dead warriors. They were all made from the stars, and their eyes flashed fire. The light brown tabby’s heart raced in fear, and the StarClan cats spoke, their voices powerful and booming, yet it wasn’t fear of evil that raced through Jadpaw. The words they said were: “IN EACH CLAN A TRAITOR LURKS. BUT IN EACH CLAN A HERO SHALL RISE! MEET AT THE FOURTREES, WHERE THE HEROES SHALL RISE!” Jadepaw’s green eyes opened. Quickly he rushed to the Fourtrees.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 13, 2007 22:00:57 GMT -5
OOC: cool!
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 13, 2007 22:16:59 GMT -5
Thanks. I had been thinking of Elvis's "I, John" so I wanted a Revelationish StarClan cat.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 14, 2007 14:16:50 GMT -5
OOC:okay,...next chapter please!
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 14, 2007 20:22:45 GMT -5
Stonepaw, Fernpaw, and Bluepaw had already arrived, when Jadepaw reached the Fourtrees. “Did you all have the dreams? We must find out the traitors!” He panted. “Um, duh?” Stonepaw replied sarcastically. Jadepaw narrowed his eyes but continued. “Keep an eye on members of your Clan. If any of them…” “Who died and made you leader?” Stonepaw sneered. Jadepaw closed his eyes, extremely tempted to lash out at the gray and white tom. Fortunately, Fernpaw pushed her nose into his flank. “Jadepaw was just stating a good idea. I think…we should meet here for awhile.” The black ShadowClan cat said. “After all, those…StarClan cats,” She shuddered at the awesome yet horrifying memory. “Told us to meet here. Do you suppose we’re the heroes that will rise?” Bluepaw’s shoulders twitched. “I don’t know. There’s no way to tell.” “We should all be able to tell one thing!” Jadepaw burst out. “That we should serve our Clans, and try to save them, hero or not!” Stonepaw dipped his head at the light brown RiverClan cat. “I shall grant you the strength of ThunderClan.” “The speed of WindClan.” Bluepaw added. “And the stealth of ShadowClan.” Fernpaw promised solemnly. “And the skill of RiverClan!” Jadepaw proclaimed, pride filling him at his friends’ willingness. “We four shall destroy…” “Five.” A voice rumbled. Jadepaw swung around to see a thin black tom standing there. It was Rainfeather. Jadepaw tried to open his mouth to ask what he doing, but nothing came out except, “We five shall destroy the traitors!”
Cloverpaw ran in terror of the creatures pursuing her. They were not ordinary cats; they were made out of bloodstained bones! One of them pinned her down and the others surrounded her. “In each Clan a traitor lurks, but in each Clan a hero shall rise. Meet at the place we take you to lurk with the traitors.” The words were whispered and barely audible. She followed them far, to a secret, unknown part of the forest. She blinked her eyes, but when she opened them she just saw Owlpaw, Webpaw, and Nightpaw. “Does you deal have anything to do with that horrid dream?” Nightpaw growled. “Are you making us traitor?” Cloverpaw had to think fast. She gave a forced smile and said, “You may be traitors, but remember the ancient fire and tiger prophecy? That caused help, not harm. We may be traitors, but we shall help our Clan by having them join this greater one!” The gray she-cat announced. The three cats seemed to calm down, but Owlpaw whispered, “Who were those cats? It definitely wasn’t StarClan. Was it…” He shuddered. “DarkClan?” Silence fell over the cats. DarkClan was supposedly the Clan Tigerstar, Scourge, Darkstripe, Hawkfrost, Brokentail, and all other villainous cats joined when they died. Webpaw was the first one to regain confidence. “What if they were? They seem to care for us. They’ll be our StarClan.” The white tom said confidently. Cloverpaw nodded. This Webpaw, he was a good cat to be among her. She nodded. “Yes! By the powers of DarkClan, we shall form GreatClan, the greatest of Clans.” The gray she-cat looked skywards, and black clouds covered the stars. Her voice sounded like a demon had taken control over it as she said, “Spirits of DarkClan, you know every cat by name. I ask you to take away the name from me, the cat you see before you, for it no longer stands for what I am. By my authority as Clan leader, and with the approval of our warrior ancestors, I give myself a new name. From this moment I will be known as Bloodstar, for my future leader name, and for the fact that I will be stained with my enemies blood.” She shuddered violently, then gazed at her followers. “I have another cat who shall assist us. Lector?” A wiry, muscular black tom slunk toward them. He licked his lips and eyed them all hungrily.
BTW, my very small connection with the StarClan cats and "I, John" is this part of a verse: Well John declared that he saw a man He held twelve bright stars in his right hand Well his eyes flashed fire like the burning sun Old John got scared and he wanted to run Well he wanted to run but his feet wouldn't go Cause he felt the gospel cutting like a two-edged sword
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 14, 2007 21:21:43 GMT -5
OOC:cool! and, the last bit, bout John,... huh? next chapter please!lol
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 15, 2007 20:22:01 GMT -5
K: Twelve bright stars in his right hand=StarClan cats made of stars His eyes flashed fire=their eyes flashed fire John got scared and wanted to run=Jadepaw was afraid Well he wanted to run but his feet wouldn't go Cause he felt the gospel cutting like a two-edged sword=StarClan wanted Jadepaw to hear their message
“Lector? Cloverpaw…I mean, Bloodstar, are you mad?” Owlpaw squeaked. Bloodstar eyed him with dark, shadowed eyes. It was DarkClan taking over her soul. “No. Lector is a great warrior. Listen to my orders, because I promised him cats.” The tortoiseshell tom shrank at the threatening words. Lector nodded. “We must seek at recruits,” Bloodstar continued. “Ask any cat who you know would never betray you. Now, I must find how to get my nine lives.” The gray she-cat looked upwards, and said, “DarkClan, I pray you shall guide me to my lives. Grant me power so I can fight for you!” Again, the bloodstained bone cats appeared. Terror rushed through her, but Bloodstar knew she couldn’t run from them. She was a servant to them. She followed them, and they took her to the Highstones. “Surely not the Moonstone? Of course, I doubted that.” They continued deeper down, and there was a jet black stone. “Yes, of course! The Depthstone!” She hissed in delight. Cautiously, the gray she-cat touched her nose to the black stone. Tigerstar approached her and touched noses. “With this life I give you ambition. May it push you to get what you want.” Burning desire rushed through the gray cat. Tigerstar stepped away, and Brokentail stepped up. “With this life I give you cruelty. May it make all cats obey you.” Pain like never before shot through Bloodstar. She screamed in agony until Brokentail stepped away. Not even Tigerstar accused her of being weak. Darkstripe touched noses with her. “With this life I give you value for yourself. Let it keep you alive.” Bloodstar felt fear, a lust to defend herself. She nearly ran from Darkstripe because of the unable explainable fear and longing for protection. Then it was Hawkfrost’s turn. “With this life I give you corruption. Use it well to make other cats want to obey you.” Bloodstar felt like she was almost completely good, with only some evil lurking. She felt she could convince a cat to jump off of a cliff. Mudclaw was next. “With this life I give ferocity. May it make you ruthless while ruling your Clan.” The gray she-cat felt like she was on a killing rage. Her claws unsheathed, and she could barely contain herself from attacking the other cats. Ashfur then touched noses. “With this life I give you malice. Use it to make other cats obey you simply by hearing your harsh words.” Verbal abuse rushed through Bloodstar, though no one was saying anything. She whimpered gently. Clawface touched noses with her after Ashfur. “With this life I give you strength. Use it to be successful in battle.” Bloodstar felt she could fight off all the Clans single-pawed. Next up was Bone. “With this life I give you arrogance. Use it to be aware of whose weak.” Scorn flooded the gray she-cat. Everyone was weaker than her. All of these cats were weak if they had died it seemed to her. Finally, came Scourge. He pulled his head up to touch noses and growled. “With this life I give you wickedness. Use it to be the fiercest leader ever!” Evil rushed through Bloodstar. Now DarkClan’s curse could never be undone.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 15, 2007 20:39:07 GMT -5
cool, so, Ashfur is in Darkclan? Next Chapter Please!
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 15, 2007 20:46:10 GMT -5
Yeah. I've gone back to the theory he's the traitor in Sunset. Originally we agreed that he'd be making Brambleclaw leader, but not so... He makes it seem like what is does look like: Brambleclaw's trying to kill Firestar!
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 15, 2007 22:54:42 GMT -5
“Jadepaw! Cloverpaw! Wake up!” Sunpelt entering the apprentice den and prodding them sharply woke the two rudely up. Cloverpaw licked Jadepaw’s ears fondly in morning greetings. Hatred had entered her along with DarkClan, but nothing could stop her love for Jadepaw, not even herself. “Littlestar wants you.” The golden brown tom said. The black and white RiverClan leader had summoned the Clan to the Riverstone. “Jadepaw, Cloverpaw, please come up.” The two obediently stepped up. “Do you believe they’re ready?” He turned to Jayfeather and Sunpelt. The two warriors nodded. Littlestar looked skywards and said, “I, Littlestar, leader of RiverClan call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as a warrior in their turn. Jadepaw, Cloverpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect the Clan, even at the cost of you life?” When Jadepaw replied his voice shook with earnestness. “I do.” However, Cloverpaw nearly flinched whenever StarClan was mentioned. DarkClan hadn’t forgotten her though. They prompted her to say: “I do.” “Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Jadepaw, from this moment you will be known as Jadeeye. StarClan honors your courage and loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of RiverClan. Cloverpaw, from this moment on, you shall be known as Cloverleaf. StarClan honors you courage and compassion, and we welcome you as a full warrior of RiverClan.” Compassion? The word sounded strange, though that had been one of her attributes before DarkClan. She liked the sound of it, and felt honored to have that as a virtue. It’s a weak thing. You shall get over it. A voice hissed, and one of the cats made of bloodstained bones appeared. Cloverleaf shook her head to get over the feeling. She was Bloodstar, leader of GreatClan, and no cat could change that.
The warrior code demanded that new warriors sit silent vigil, but the mysterious StarClan cats came to Jadeeye. Any cat seeing him would think he was fully alert, watching something. But all he could see was StarClan and the cats made of the stars. They whispered softly, yet their voices still had the power as he had heard the first time, “Jadeeye. You cannot afford to sit vigil. There is great evil in the forest.” Jadeeye nearly got up, but looked down at caught a glimpse of Cloverleaf. “No. I’m sorry. But she might not understand why I must go.” “So be it. We shall shield your eyes so you don’t have to see what will happen…not right away.” “What? What will happen?” But it was too late.
Rainfeather had been disturbed by movement near the elders’ den. He poked his head out and saw one of the kits, a red-brown one named Squirrelkit, being nudged along by…Cloverleaf? Suspicion definitely aroused, he followed.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 16, 2007 9:36:37 GMT -5
OOC:cool!Next chapter? sry, i'm impatint!lol
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 16, 2007 10:19:44 GMT -5
Fortunately I'm a bit ahead of the game, so I /should/ have the chapter's up quicker.
“Don’t worry, young one. It will be worth it. They’re friends of mine.” The gray she-cat muttered. “But I’m tired, Cloverleaf!” The kit moaned. Rainfeather, skulking after them, was also tired. His bones were old and weary, but he could still protect the Clan if needed. Cloverleaf didn’t reply to the kit’s mews, just kept pushing him along. Rainfeather slowly was beginning to be overcome with fatigue. Perhaps it wasn’t too far for Cloverleaf, but it was for a kit and an elder. Squirrelkit finally yowled, “I wanna go home!” Cloverleaf’s claws unsheathed. “Shut up! You’re going home! To your new home that is.” She snarled. The kit looked up in shock. “You just said we were visiting your friends…what do you mean new home?” Her claws raked the kit’s flesh. He screamed in pain. Rainfeather lost it. Secrecy and weariness forgotten, he bounded out. “Touch that kit one more time and I’ll kill you, traitor!” Cloverleaf sneered. “Hah! You can’t still walk, Rainfeather? I dare say I’m surprised.” Rainfeather was shocked. This wasn’t the gentle, polite apprentice he used to know. Four cats slunk out of the undergrowth. “Bloodstar.” A white tom greeted. “We also got our warrior names, for it is the will of DarkClan.” He sighed. “All except me.” Cloverleaf glanced at the cats, now named Nightfur and Owlmoon. “Don’t worry, about it, Webpaw. I’m a Clan leader. I can give you your name after we deal with him” Instantly, she sank her teeth into Rainfeather’s throat. He collapsed. The kit screamed, and was scooped up by Owlmoon. He sank his teeth into a tortoiseshell colored leg. The medicine cat hissed, and dropped the kit. The red-brown kit ran. “Stop him…oh, he can’t get to far.” Webpaw muttered. Cloverleaf gave a small nod of agreement. “Lector, I promised you cat. He’s all yours.”
The next day the four heroes met. Jadeeye was excited to see Bluepaw had also received her name; Bluepelt. “I heard Stonepaw and Fernpaw are now Stonescar and Fernstone.” The blue-gray she-cat said. “They should be here soon.” The two cats came charging from some undergrowth. Jadeeye expected them to be excited, but Fernstone was sobbing, and Stonescar’s normally rugged face was shadowed with horror. “Jadeeye, we found the…remains of a cat. It was covered with RiverClan scent.” The black she-cat choked as Stonescar tried to console her. “What! Who?” Jadeeye demanded. Fernstone shrugged, sobbing. “You don’t know? How can you not know?” The light brown tabby snapped. “Don’t snap at her.” The gray and white ThunderClan warrior cautioned. But he didn’t yell or snap at Jadeeye, he spoke softly. How could he have not noticed? Stonescar loved Fernstone! “I’ll show you if you must.” The two cats led on, until they reached a horrible sight. Jadeeye barely recognized the scent of the cat bones! They were slight teeth marks on them. “Rainfeather! StarClan, no!” He sobbed miserably. “What happened to you? Who did this?” “I can tell one thing from the bones.” Stonescar said, quivering with rage. “What’s that?” Bluepelt asked nervously. “This one done by a flesh eater. And there’s only one flesh-eater around here I’ve ever heard of. Lector.”
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