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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 7, 2007 19:15:15 GMT -5
kill Moonstar!!!!!!!!
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 7, 2007 21:52:21 GMT -5
Muhahaha, cna't kill me. I'm in position of higher power, as /I/ am writer of htis fan-fic. Kill me, it will /never/ be finished.
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 9, 2007 18:37:13 GMT -5
Chapter Sixteen The patrol walked sullenly back to camp. The could not yet retrieve Mistyfoot’s body; it would have to be delivered by the ThunderClan cats. Cloudfoot tried to comfort her bother, not realizing he had deliberately killed the deputy. “Hawkfrost, you couldn’t have done anything. She just…fell.” Hawkfrost ignored her and trudged on. Back at camp, Leopardstar held the apprentice ceremony for Splashrose’s kits and made Hawkfrost a mentor to Blazepaw. After that Leopardstar named him deputy, though he hadn’t done any training for yet whatsoever. After the ceremony he had ignored all praise, just sank into a miserable sleep in the warrior’s den.
Hawkfrost was in the Place of No Stars, but Tigerstar was no where to be seen. But he did see a cat approaching him. For some reason, he ran toward it, but froze. Letting out a choking cry of horror, he recognized Mistyfoot. But she didn’t look like a normal cat. Her neck lolled awkwardly at the side of her head, as if broken. “Hawkfrost…it’s me.” She hissed. The dark brown tabby cried out in pure terror and ran away, straight into a small tortoiseshell with a tail red as a fox’s fur. Blood was pouring out of a wound at the back of his neck. “Greetings Hawkfrost. My name’s Redtail. I’m a …‘friend’ of your father.” Hawkfrost turned tail and fled again, into to bleeding tabbies who smelled of ThunderClan. “I’m Runningwind. My friend here’s Brindleface.” One of the tabbies snarled, advancing on Hawkfrost. Redtail and Mistyfoot joined them as the two began to surround Hawkfrost. Another cat appeared, a black and white tom so torn up he could hardly tell it was a cat. He revealed himself to be Swiftpaw, torn apart by Tigerstar’s dog pack. They all began to tear ruthlessly at Hawkfrost’s flesh, hissing and spitting. Suddenly a long-furred dark gray she-cat jumped into the fray. But she stayed away from Hawkfrost; she was attacking the others. “Scum! Those are StarClan cats you’re impersonating!” She hissed. “Come with me, Hawkfrost.” The dark brown tabby tom felt a bunches of questions forming on his tongue, but just followed silently and obediently. They ran for what seemed like miles, when the dark gray she-cat finally stopped. She sat calmly, her tail wrapped around her paws, grooming her dirty pelt. Then her orange gaze bore into Hawkfrost’s ice-blue eyes, making him feel like a naughty kit. “Well, Hawkfrost, we had been hoping you wouldn’t end up like your father.” She mewed. “Especially on your second try.” The RiverClan deputy stared at his paws, ashamed. “Oh stop cringing like a kit caught sneaking out of camp!” The dark gray she-cat growled in irritation. “Listen, StarClan will give you a chance in this life not to go to the Place of No Stars, but listen here: You must become RiverClan leader.” Hawkfrost’s ears pricked in surprise, his ice-blue eyes huge and round as he sat, too stunned to speak. StarClan wanted a cat who killed their own deputy to achieve power. “And when you become Clan leader, after you get your nine lives, you must admit your crime. StarClan won’t let them kill you or drive you out, but you’ll be very unpopular among your Clanmates.” The dark gray she-cat continued. “And you must father kits. Kits who shall die.” She added harshly. “And you shall only have seven extra lives at your ceremony.” “What? Why?” Hawkfrost demanded that time, out of utter confusion, not indignation. “You guys wanted me to become Clan leader.” The STarClanc at looked amused and let out a mrrow of laughter. “Ungrateful are we Hawkfrost? Hawkfrost, you already received your extra life. Remember when you saved Steampaw? Remember seeing Oakheart and Bluestar?” Hawkfrost nodded, again awed. He, as a mere apprentice, had received one of thenine lives of a leader! “Who are you?” The dark brown tabby asked suddenly. “Bit late to ask.” The she-cat growled. “I’m Yellowfang. I shall watch over you with all of StarClan.” She promised in a softer voice. And in the next instant she was gone.
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 12, 2007 10:31:05 GMT -5
wow!
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 18, 2007 21:45:39 GMT -5
I'm really sorry about how long this is taking. At the moment I don't have much fan-ficcing muse, so I'll probably finish this then go on a hiatus.
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 19, 2007 19:29:40 GMT -5
oh no youu won't!!!!!!!!
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 19, 2007 20:49:12 GMT -5
[mini-rant]Why do I write fan-fiction? Because it's fun. What stops it from being fun? ALWAYS having people wanting a new chapter, making it more stressful than fun. If I'm stressed about working on fan fiction, as soon as I finish my stories, I might not want to work on them as much. I'm not saying I'll stop posting chapters completely, just that I won't accept asks for updates, that I'll just post/work on them whenever I feel like it.[/mini-rant]
Trying to work on it, but my brain died.
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 25, 2007 19:05:48 GMT -5
well, bring it back to life!!
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 25, 2007 21:07:46 GMT -5
Where the heck did I put the defibrillator? *mutters and goes off to find it*
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 25, 2007 21:17:19 GMT -5
next chapter?
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 25, 2007 21:18:07 GMT -5
In da works, homie, havin' trouble puttin' it into words, dawg! (Gangsta moment.)
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 25, 2007 21:22:22 GMT -5
Awful, but otherwise you'll have to wait forever. DX
Epilogue Hawkstar, RiverClan’s new leader lay in the medicine cat den, a hopeless look on his face. Struggling to move her neck, one of the few mobile parts of her body, Turtlepaw licked his cheek. She disagreed with her mate’s actions, but she couldn’t shake off her love and the pain she felt for him. “You know you have to tell them, right?” The tortoiseshell mewed. Hawkstar nodded and trudged out of Mothwing’s den.
Hawkstar returned from patrol, and was greeted by glares from all his Clan. It had been at least two seasons since he had become leader, but the Clan still hated him, despite his just leading. It was his reputation. Mothwing greeted him, but with sadness in her eyes. “Hawkstar, Turtlepaw’s kitting was hindered by her parylisis. The kits didn’t make it.” “What?! No!”
Rats. Huge ones. Some of them larger than RiverClan’s strongest warriors. Swarming, biting killing. One by one, Hawkstar’s lives slipped away. Losing his ninth life, he uttered one final question: “Will you accept me?”
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 26, 2007 20:17:34 GMT -5
wow
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