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"Leave me alone!" Clovertoe screeched. Several cats looked up to see what the racket was all about, several were already watching.
"No! Not until you tell me!" Quickwing yowls.
The cats begin to take sides.
"She shouldn't have to share private information!"
"He deserves to know!"
Suddenly, Heatherstar emerges from his den.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
submitted by Clovertoe, Female, age 24 Moons, WindClan
(October 5, 2019 - 7:33 pm)
(October 5, 2019 - 7:33 pm)
Do we just continue the story?
(October 6, 2019 - 1:18 pm)
top please, admins
(October 7, 2019 - 8:45 am)
"You coward!" Quickwing seethed, deliberately ignoring their leader. "Tell me why you would hurt my family like this!"
"I dont need to tell you a thing!" Clovertoe spat, her fur pricked on her back, as she crouched in a defensive position.
Heatherstar, insulted by their indignation harshly cried, "Stop it! Both of you! What on this good earth is going on?"
(October 7, 2019 - 12:07 pm)
Quickwing looked up at Heatherstar. "Clovertoe-- she-- I--" He seemed unable to form words through his anger. "She-- she-- she--"
Heatherstar adressed Clovertoe next. His voice was gentle, but firm. "What happened, Clovertoe?"
Clovertoe's voice was sullen as she replied, "Quickwing's mate, Willowleap, insulted me at the fresh-kill pile. I told her I'd get back at her, but she tossed off the threat like I wasn't even serious, so while she was eating, I invited her kits to come for a walk with me. Rabbitkit, Gorsekit, and Breezekit came with me outside the camp, and I led them over to the cliff. Once we got there, I took Gorsekit by the scruff and swung him out onto a branch that was hanging over the edge, making them all think I was trying to kill him. I had giving them a good scare and figured I'd gotten back at Willowleap sufficiently, so I was about to get Gorsekit off the branch and bring the kits back, when Birdfoot found me and thought I was actually trying to kill Gorsekit. I explained to her what I was actually doing, but when we got back the fool told Quickwing from her point of view, and the kits turned me into a bloodthirsty monster!" She hissed at Willowleap, curled around her kits, as she said this.
(October 7, 2019 - 5:34 pm)
Ha ha sorry that reminds me of that funny line from The Lion King (You'll know what I'm talking about if you watched it) where Mufasa's like 'You DELIBERITELY disoBEYED me' and it wouldn't be so bad if he didn't say it twice!
(November 2, 2019 - 7:04 am)
Wow, guys... I didn't actually think I'd get any replies! And I certainly wasn't expecting this! Thank you so much!
Also, this doesn't mean the story's over. Feel free to continue!
(October 13, 2019 - 4:40 pm)
"Clovertoe." Heatherstar was clearly trying to control his anger, but his tail steadily lashed back and forth, and his voice was like ice.
"These kits did not deserve to be punished for you and Willowleap's problem, and that was very extreme. For now, you two make up, and I shall think about your punishment.
Their leader stalked of to his den, and the group dissipated. Clovertoe felt as though she'd burst of fury, but then what Heatherstar had said sunk in.
Punishment? Would she be confined to the camp? Deteriorated to apprentice duties? Made an elder early? Or, worst of all, banished from the clan? If that happened, what she do?
Stunned, Clovertoe went to the warrior's den. Many of the cats already there left as she entered, with discusted looks or nervous flicks of their tails, until only her sister, Petalheart, remained.
"Is Redear angry with me too?" She asked, referring to her brother.
"No, out hunting."
Clovertoe sighed and sank into her bedding.
What now?
(October 13, 2019 - 4:56 pm)
Hmm. @Clovertoe, may I add the POV of a cat from another Clan? If that's not okay, just ignore this post.
~
Snakepaw could hardly contain his exitement. Today was his and his brother's warrior assesment!
I hope Sleekpaw and I pass!
Snakepaw and Sleekpaw's mentors, Frogfur and Nettlesting, beckoned them from the fresh-kill pile. Snakepaw bounced forward excitedly.
"Sleekpaw!" He batted his brother's ears. "Are you excited? I'm excited! What do you think my warrior name will be? I hope it's not something dull and usual, like Snakefur or Snakeclaw. I think something like Snakestrike would be really cool! What do you want your name to be?"
"I don't know," Sleekpaw answered calmly. "But you should settle down and focus on the assesment."
Snakepaw nodded distractedly. But he was so excited! He just couldn't settle down. He bounded up to Frogfur, tail lashing back and forth.
"Okay," Frogfur mewed, once they had padded a little ways into the forest. "The first part of your assesment is hunting. I am going to be watching you, but you won't see me. Good luck." Snakepaw turned to thank his mentor, but she had melted into the shadows of the pine forest. He shrugged and crouched down, scenting the air.
After a while, he finally scented squirrel. He looked around, trying to locate it. Where-- oh... The squirrel was perched on a high branch of the tree above him. He quailed. He had never done well in the trees, and after a few moments, he turned away from the oblivious squirrel and headed towards a patch of brambles, hearing rustling. There was a robin digging through the leaf litter, looking for bugs. Snakepaw found himself wishing that he had gone for the squirrel. The robin was paying way to much attention to it's surroundings.
Snake paw padded back into camp behind Frogfur, head drooping. He had fail his assesment, every part of it. He had spooked the alert robin, and gotten no prey for his troubles, and when he sparred with his mentor he had gotten almost no hits, and his fur was caked with dirt from all the times Frogfur had knocked him down.
"Ravenstar," Frogfur mewed to their leader. "Snakepaw tried hard, but he failed his assesment." Her voice was tired.
Ravenstar looked down at Snakepaw with kind amber eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that," he mewed. "We'll try again in two moons or so, or when you feel like you were ready." Snakepaw's head hung lower, and his tail dragged in the dirt as he padded over to his brother Sleekpaw, who had passed his assesment and would recieve his warrior name at sunset.
(October 14, 2019 - 2:04 pm)
Snakepaw tried to lift his head and look proud as Sleekpaw padded towards Ravenstar, but all he could think of was how he had miserably failed his assesment.
"Sleekpaw," mewed Ravenstar, "do you promise to uphod the warrior code, and to fight for and defend your Clanmates, even at the cost of your life?"
Sleekpaw gazed at his leader, amber eyes twinkling, his normally smooth tabby pelt prickling with excitement. "I do."
Then by the power of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Sleekpaw, from this moment you will be know as Sleekstripe. We honor your courage and fighting skills, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ShadowClan."
"Sleekstripe!"
"Sleekstripe!"
Snakepaw tried to join in, but his voice caught in his throat. Sleekstripe deserved to be called couragoes and good at fighting. What would Ravenstar have called Snakepaw? He looked at his brother, who had turned and was looking with particular interest at Marshlily, another warrior, who had recieved her name only a half-moon before. Despite his misery, Snakepaw couldn't help a mrrrrow of laughter.
"Snakepaw!"
Snakepaw jerked as Ravenstar called his name.
"Snakepaw, come forward."
He padded up nervously, and only became more nervous when he saw his leader exchange a glance with Pinethroat, ShadowClan's medicine cat. "Yes, Ravenstar?"
Ravenstar looked down at him. "I have decided to give you a new mentor." The cats surrounding them gasped. Frogfur especially looked surprised. "Apprentices rarely fail their final assesment, and, though I believe Frogfur did everything she could to teach you, perhaps she was not the best mentor for you. So," he continued, "your new mentor will be Mossnose."
Snakepaw flinched involuntairily. Mossnose was notoriously grumpy, and nearing the elders den. He didn't look too happy about being given an apprentice, especially one who had failed his assesment.
Later, as Snakepaw passed the medicine den, he overheard Ravenstar and Pinethroat talking.
"I'm just saying, Pinethroat," the leader was saying, "I don't like having to purposefully hold him back from becoming a warrior. Especially with Mossnose."
"I know, Ravenstar." Pinethroat's voice was sympathetic but firm. "But you know what the sign said. 'Tragedy will strike when Snakepaw becomes a warrior.' We must keep him from becoming a warrior for as long as possible, and who's better for the job than Mossnose? That cranky old badger will do a terrible job of training Snakepaw, and that's for the best."
"I know, Pinethroat."
Snakepaw staggered away from the medicine den, chest heaving. Pinethroat had had a sign about him, and it had said that he couldn't become a warrior? Why? He stumbled into his nest and collapsed. He couldn't understand.
Why?
(October 17, 2019 - 4:58 pm)
"...And we have 2 new apprentices, Lilypaw and Rosepaw!" called Silverstar.
The clearing erupted with yowls of Lilypaw and her sister's name. Lilypaw's heart filled with joy.
She looked around the clearing, at the mellow, cheerful, friendly cats. I love Gatherings already!
But as her eyes skimmed the clearing, she noticed one unhappy cat. A orange-and-black cat looked as though someone died. But the rest of ShadowClan, who he was sitting with, seemed happy enough. Or at least as happy as they can be. Was Oakpaw right about ShadowClan never showing emotion?
After a moment of thought, Lilypaw decided to go see what was the matter. As she came closer, she realized he was the size of a full-grown Warrior. Aggh! It's too late to go back, he sees me coming toward him! Look more carefully next time, Lilypaw!
When she reached him, he began to look a little curious. Lilypaw took a deep breath, then said, "What's wrong? You look upset."
The cat made a choking noise, and Lilypaw tensed, ready to alert someone, make him better somehow.
Finally, the cat murmured, "I'm Snakepaw."
(October 19, 2019 - 8:41 am)
Top, please, admins.
Okay, guys, just a few rules to keep this thread from becoming chaos:
1: 3 characters is the limit, so anyone can control any of the three created by other people. You must be okay with this and not explode at people who are only following the rules.
2: Medicine Cat signs are cool, but you can easily accidentally OP(overpower) your Medicine Cat. Try to keep the limit to 3 signs a moon, and alert me before giving one special powers. YOU MUST WAIT FOR A RESPONSE BEFORE GIVING THEM THOSE POWERS. I know, a little inconvenient, but I check Cricket every weekend, so the wait at most would be a week. Don't now if I'll get a Medicine Cat yet, but just wanted to but that out there.
3: If one of our characters, say, injures the other in battle, DO NOT make them magically get better an hour later! That is just RIDICULOUS!
4: Respect others. Listen to each other and consider everyone's desicions before making an important choice. And if you want to be heard, you have to voice your opinion. No one here can read minds.
5:Be creative, and have fun! (But keep in mind these rules are required to really do so!)
(October 19, 2019 - 8:25 am)
Arggh, you idiot! 'I'm Snakepaw'? What kind of answer is that?
The fluffy tan-and-white apprentice in front of him looked a little nervous, so he quickly said, "Er, I mean, I'm a little out of sorts?"
"Should I get help, um, Snakepaw?" asked the small cat.
Snakepaw felt his ears burn. "Uh, no, what's your name?"
"Lilypaw!" The apprentice seemed to have forgotten her worry. "An' I'm gonna be a Medicine Cat and chew herbs and lick wounds and meet STARCLAN! D'ya wanna know more?" Without waiting for an answer, Lilypaw continued. "Some herbs will taste bad, says Softear, but some are sweet, tangy, minty, strong, chewy, crunchy..." The apprentice went on and on, but just as she began telling Snakepaw about her mother, the Gathering ended, and Ravenstar called for ShadowClan to leave.
Thank goodness... Thought Snakepaw, but he thought of the only one who noticed his sadness and fear all the way back to camp.
(October 19, 2019 - 8:53 am)
@Clovertoe, I have two questions: One, is it okay with you if we make a charrie sheet for the three cats that this story seems to be about at this point?
And two, should the CBers who are currently participating, should we brainstorm about what this story's going to be about, or should we just let it unfold however it happens?
Also, here's an idea for the charrie sheet:
Name: (Clovertoe/Snakepaw/Lilypaw)
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Clan:
Rank: (Warrior/Warrior Apprentice/Medicine Cat Apprentice)
If you don't like these ideas, just let me know, 'Kay?
(October 19, 2019 - 10:25 am)
You guys can do this however you want, really. The charrie sheets are a nice idea, but not required, because we already know a lot about the characters, and I'm just letting the story go however it goes, so I can really kind of embody the characters, but if you want to plan it out, you most certainly can!
Also, is it just me or are the comments getting published extra quickly today?
(October 19, 2019 - 1:22 pm)
It's not just you. @Admins, you are being really quick!
(October 19, 2019 - 3:22 pm)