Song of the Forest }{ UF, Action/Adventure

[chellurton]

Title: Song of the Forest (Amber's Story Part I)
Chapters: Probably around 25, plus a prologue.
Author: Chellurton
Pairing: If there were any in Into the Wild, they are in here. AmberxRaven
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Just Into the Wild
Summary: What if Spottedleaf had recieved a different prophecy that night under the stars. What if the fire who saved the Clan did not exist. What if, in his place, A ginger she-cat had been sent to save ThunderClan. In this story, a kittypet named Amber encounters a ThunderClan patrol. While she knows she will miss her twolegs, their way of life sparks curiousity, and she goes to join them along with her best friend. Amber is the song that will save ThunderClan.
Warning: None that I can think of.
Disclaimer: When all of the books are re-written with Amberstar instead of Firestar, I will own Warriors. Until then, the only thing in this story that really belongs to me is Amber.
Beta: only me
Cover: See the cover of Into the Wild. Now replace Fireheart with a darker cat, a little smaller with a bit longer fur, with darker eyes. There you go.

Author's Notes: Muahaha! I have eliminated Firestar from the story lines at last! xD I apologize to those of you who really like Firestar. I've made my peace with him, though he isn't among my favorites. However, in this story he does not exist. Please don't hate Amber because she isn't Firepaw. She's just as capable of saving the Clan as he was! This is actually something I've been meaning to do for a while but I didn't get arounf to it until... right now. I'll try to post the prologue soon!

[chellurton]

Prologue

Bluestar looked up in shock at the injured cats pouring in the camp entrance. Redtail was in the lead. She ran over to greet him. “What happened,” she asked in alarm, “Was there a battle?”

Redtail looked up at her, a bit of fear still radiating from his eyes. “I was leading my patrol by the RiverClan border,” he began, “When I picked up fresh RiverClan scent. At first I thought it was a patrol, so I was keeping an eye out for them. But I didn’t see any cats, no matter how strong the scent got. That as when Mousefur pointed out that it smelled as if an absurd number of RiverClan warriors were close by.

“I was suddenly aware that we were approaching sunning rocks, and I knew a battle must be approaching. I led my patrol around to the other side of sunning rocks and hid in the undergrowth. We waited for them to emerge so that we might have the element of surprise, since we would surely be outnumbered.

“Luckily, Tigerclaw’s hunting patrol showed up around that area and picked up on our tension. Unfortunately, RiverClan saw them approaching and started to move in for the attack. My patrol stepped out into the open, and they hesitated a bit. They weren’t expecting us to be prepared for battle. But they saw that they still outnumbered us, so they charged, and we ran forward to meet them.

“But we were sorely outnumbered. Tigerclaw thought we should stay and continue fighting, but Mousefur had already had to flee for her injuries, and I could see that the Clan was tiring. We had to retreat,” he admitted, hanging his head in shame.

“You were right to,” Bluestar comforted him, “Where is Mousefur?” He directed her towards a pale tabby tom, who was supporting the small brown she-cat beside him. Bluestar ran over to them. “Longtail, you have your own injuries,” she meowed, “I’ll bring her to Spottedleaf.” She took the burden of the she-cat onto her own side and gently guided her to the medicine cat den

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“How is Mousefur?” Bluestar asked the pretty tortoiseshell who was approaching her.

“She was hurt badly,” the other cat admitted, “But she will heal, as will they all.”

Bluestar closed her eyes for a moment. “Oh, Spottedleaf,” she sighed, “There has been far to much blood shed these past moons. We are in desperate need of warriors, and not enough kits to fulfill it.” She paused for a moment. “Have StarClan said anything to you?” she asked Spottedleaf.

When Spottedleaf didn’t answer, Bluestar looked at her. She followed the medicine cat’s gaze up to the sky, where a shooting star was just disappearing into the trees.

Spottedleaf looked at Bluestar and smiled. “Yes,” she meowed, triumph in her voice, “Yes they have.”

“What did they tell you, just now?” Bluestar asked, her voice thick with anticipation.

“The forest is restless while it remains silent, but the amber song can soothe our souls,” she meowed, sounding a bit distant. A very confused expression took over Bluestar’s face. Spottedleaf clarified, “The song alone can save our Clan.”

“The song,” Bluestar echoed, “If StarClan say it, then it must be so. I have never thought of the voices of the birds to be more than a pleasant sound.” She stopped and looked up at Siverpelt as she often did when trying to understand the words of her ancestors. “We must think about what this means. I will return to my den and consider it carefully.” She turned and walked away, slipping into her den under the Highrock, leaving Spottedleaf alone in the moonlight.

“I only hope we can find this song before it is too late,” the medicine cat whispered before disappearing into her own den.

[Shadowstar]

This sounds like it'll be interesting ^^

[Ravenstar]

This beginning is great. It is a brand new twist to the plot of Warriors. Is Ravenpaw going to be in it? Please continue!!

[chellurton]

Ravenpaw is going to play a huge part in this story. I love him too!!!! [ :

[chellurton]

Chapter1

Amber moved slowly across the top of the fence, trying her best to keep her balance. She had a strange feeling that she was being watched, but she tried to push it out of her mind. A bit of the fence had fallen away here, making it very narrow. Smudge was good at balancing, he had no trouble here, but it was her weak spot.

Suddenly she felt a huge weight on her back. “Mreee!” she screeched as she tumbled from the fence. She tried to keep hold with her claws in vain. All she accomplished was snapping one. “Oof,” she gasped as she landed on her side with a thud. The breath had been knocked out of her, and her paws were sore, but she was unharmed. It was a pretty short distance from the fence to the ground.

“I thought cats always landed on their feet,” she heard someone chuckled. A growl began in her throat as she recognized the voice. “I guess you proved me wrong, Amber!”

“Smudge, you fat oaf,” she hissed, jumping to her paws, “What on earth do you think you were doing?” The dark ginger tabby glared at him through light blue eyes. Somehow she would make the black-and-white tom pay. “You’ll pay for that,” she meowed, voicing her thoughts.

“Aww, come on,” Smudge purred. “I was just joking around, you know that.” Her expression didn’t change and he sighed. “Honestly Amber, you should expect these things by now. You’ve known me long enough.” She turned away from him without a word. “Amber,” he insisted.

“I’m not talking to you,” she informed him, “I thought it would be fair to let you know that, so you don’t go crazy with worry for my health or something.”

Smudge snorted. “well, mental health maybe,” he mumbled. “By the way,” he meowed, “By telling me you aren’t talking to me, you technically are talking to me.” He smirked, knowing he had her cornered. To his surprise, she started walking. He realized they were on the outside of the twoleg gardens, and she was heading right for the forest. “Amber,” he groaned, “Don’t be like this, I’m sorry alright.”

Amber smiled in secret. She truthfully wasn’t all that upset with Smudge, she just enjoyed torturing him like this. That was her payback. She continued to move forward without a word. Smudge followed her for a while. He tried darting in front of her but she broke into a sprint. She was faster than him. Eventually she heard his paw steps retreating and concluded that he had given up. However, after she caught his scent, she wasn’t so sure. He smelled fearful. It was then that she realized how far into the forest she had wandered.

Tales of the forest swirled in her head. Many claimed to have ventured there, but she knew few had. They were all too scared. The stories were straightforward enough, the forest was dangerous. Sure, the scents were tempting. Prey all around, of all sorts. Mice, birds, fish, and voles galore. Different kinds that you couldn’t find in the garden. She had caught a mouse or two of course. She had never caught a bird. Smudge caught a sparrow once, but he had strutted around like he was king of the world, so Amber and her friend Angel had hidden it so well, even they couldn’t find it to eat later. But mice were better than dry food. Better even than the wet food she sometimes got as a treat.

But the scents of the forest were a trap. Of course, anything that god had to be. Monsters were said to lurk there. Fierce predators larger than the biggest cat. Birds that swooped down from the sky to carry away kits. Water so deep and quick that it could swallow a cat with no chance of resurfacing. But most frightening of all were the tales of the wild cats that lived there. Cats that were three tail-lengths tall. They had razor sharp fangs and claws that could take a head clean off. They could detect you from very far away and could navigate the forest effortlessly, even though it seemed like a very confusing place to Amber. They were vicious and merciless, and would kill a cat just for fun.

Of all of these things, she knew only two to be true. She had asked Dusty once. Dusty was an old black she cat who lived a few houses away. She was the only cat around who had ever really been to the forest, and she had scars to prove it. She had been attacked by three or four of the wildcats. She said they looked just like any other cat. Smaller really, very slim. But they had well built muscles, and they were incredibly fast and strong. They had quite average teeth and claws and did not kill for fun. But they could navigate the forests as if they knew each tree by memory. And they were vicious. They chased out any cat who set foot in the forest with tooth and claw, and they usually traveled in groups.

This version of a forest cat, the real version, didn’t seem so scary. Some cats she knew, mostly toms, would chase others away from their gardens. But most cats seemed convinced that the other version was real. She believed Dusty, but she couldn’t help visualizing those teeth and claws…

She could smell her own fear now. She tried to catch Smudge’s scent, to follow it out of the forest, but she was too worked up to concentrate, and he had been very far behind her before he fled. Amber saw some trampled grass and decided that must be the right way. She started making her way over there.

She heard a noise coming from behind a bush. “Smudge?” she called out, her voice shaking. She hesitated, then started toward the bush. She needed to reassure herself that nothing scary was there. What kind of coward would she be if she was scared of something that didn’t exist. She carefully reached her head out and sniffed at the bush.

“Gotcha!” Smudge meowed, leaping on her from behind.

“Eek!” Amber screeched, leaping a tail-length in the air. It was Smudge! “Get off,” she complained.

“First you need to admit that I win,” he meowed smugly.

“You win, you win,” she meowed. Smudge got off of her and she managed to stand up straight. “Do you have any idea how heavy you are?” she asked, “you really need to give your food bowl a break.”

“I think that applies to both of you kittypets,” someone growled. Amber turned toward the voice, then back to Smudge. Her friend appeared frozen at first. Then he quickly turned and dashed away. Amber looked where he had been looking and saw a pair of eyes glaring at her. “Smart friend,” the cat growled “You are trespassing on ThunderClan territory, kitty pet, and we don’t allow that.”

[Minty]

This sounds good!
I love Ravenpaw, he rules!
It's so unfair he hardly gets mentioned!