Summary: Cats are mysteriously disappearing and returning sickly. When Cinderpaw is captured, she finds out about the unknown force that is weakening the clans. Then she meets an exiled Tribe cat, Silver, and falls in love with him. He agrees to help her with her journey to save the forest from deadly TigerClan.
Sorreltail licked her four kits, and gasped as her tongue rasped over the grey she-cat. The kit wasn’t moving, or breathing. “Leafpool!” Sorreltail wailed. “I think this grey kit is dead!”
“She’s dead!” Leafpool howled, leaning over Cinderpelt’s motionless body, her face twisted with grief.
“Oh no! Not my first-born kit!” Sorreltail meowed sadly. Then the grey kit stirred and mewed pitifully. “She’s alive!” Sorreltail meowed, beaming.
“Cinderpelt isn’t.” Leafpool whispered, her voice hoarse with the most unbearable grief. But then the she-cat straightened, and padded over to Sorreltail, and sniffed the kits. “They all seem healthy to me,” she mewed quietly, and left the nursery.
Sorreltail stared at the tiny grey kit, her eyes full of happiness. Brackenfur leaned over, and they both stared proudly at the litter.
Cinderkit was getting annoyed. Every time Leafpool looked at her, her eyes shone with respect and confusion. She seemed to think that there was something special about the kit.
It had been six moons since Cinderpelt had died, and Leafpool was looking for an apprentice. Cinderkit knew that Leafpool wanted her as an apprentice; she had been slipping hints for four moons.
The grey kit saw Leafpool whispering to Brackenfur, Cinderkit’s father. Cinderkit padded forward, and caught a few words. “Tell Cinderkit, please.” What was going on? Cinderkit padded forward.
“Dad, what do you need to tell me?” She meowed, her blue eyes glittering.
“Come with me, Cinderkit.” Brackenfur meowed, his eyes soft and loving. He took her into a corner of camp.
“Cinderkit, Leafpool says she’s known this for moons and has finally told someone. Do you know the medicine cat before Leafpool, Cinderpelt? Well, when Cinderpelt died, she did not go to StarClan.”
Cinderkit interrupted. “Where did she go?”
Brackenfur continued. “Her spirit took the form of another cat, the one that was most like herself. That’s you Cinderkit. Your apprentice ceremony will be held today, and I want you to ask to become Leafpool’s apprentice.”
“Cinderpaw hissed. “But I want to become a warrior! I don’t want to be a medicine cat!” With that she ran away from her father, but crashed into Hazelpaw.
“Hey Cinderkit. You waiting for the ceremony too? I’m becoming a warrior.” Pride gleamed in the apprentice’s eyes as she stalked towards the center of the clearing with some of the other cats in the clan. Firestar called, and the rest joined them. Cinderkit bounded over and sat beside Hazelpaw with Berrypaw and Mousepaw. Cinderkit’s brother and sisters ran out of the nursery.
“We have quite a few ceremonies to perform today. Firstly, three warrior ceremonies.
“I, Firestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon these three apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors, in their turn. Berrypaw, Mousepaw, Hazelpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and protect the clan, even at the cost of your life?”
“I do.” The three chimed excitedly.
“Then by the power of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Berrypaw, from this moment you shall be known as Berryclaw. StarClan honors your courage and spirit, and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.
“Mousepaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Mousefrost. StarClan honors your faith and honesty, and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.
“Hazelpaw, from this moment on, you shall be known as Hazelstorm. StarClan honors your bravery and enthusiasm, and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.
“Molekit, from this moment on, your name shall be Molepaw. Sandstorm will be your mentor.
“Cinderkit, Brackenfur, Sorreltail, and Leafpool tell me that you should become medicine cat apprentice. “I grant you that position.”
Cinderkit glared at her father and spoke up. “I have already told my father that I do not want to be medicine cat apprentice. He must have forgotten to tell you, but I want to be a warrior.” “All right then.” Firestar meowed. “From this day on, you shall be called Cinderpaw. I will mentor you.” Cinderpaw gleamed. She glanced at Brackenfur and Sorreltail, who were both looking upset. Leafpool was looking horrorstruck.
“Poppykit, from this moment on, you shall be known as Poppypaw. Ashfur will mentor you.” He looked fondly at the apprentice, before continuing to Honeykit.
“Honeykit, from this moment on, you shall be known as Honeypaw. Rainwhisker will mentor you.” As Firestar finished the ceremony, he padded over to Leafpool. “I’m sorry about Cinderpaw’s refusal. I promise I’ll talk to some of Whiteflower’s kits when they are ready. You’ll have an apprentice soon.” Cinderpaw heard him say.
She saw Birchstripe entering the nursery and followed him. Whiteflower was expecting kits, they were due very soon. She heard a yowl of pain from inside and turned around. “Leafpool!” She meowed, “Whiteflower is kitting!”
Leafpool riushed into her den and returned with a bundle of herbs before running to the nursery. Cinderpaw followed her.
Inside there were Birchstripe, Whiteflower’s mate, and Cloudtail and Brightheart, her parents. Ferncloud and Dustpelt padded in to watch their son’s kits be born. Leafpool was standing over Whiteflower as she let out another shriek of pain. “Only Birshstripe stay close, please. The rest of you will please stand further away.” She pressed her paws against Whiteflower’s belly and meowed, “There Whiteflower, your firstborn!” She held up a tiny white kit with pale golden stripes on it’s forehead. The second kit was identical to his father, light brown tabby. The third kit was pure, longhaired white. The last kit was a pale ginger she-cat.
“There you go, Whiteflower. What shall you name them?”
“The one with gold stripes is Thistlekit. The light brown one is Dustkit. The white she-cat is Snowkit. The….the ginger one is Gingerkit.”
The she-cat finished her naming and breathed, resting her head on Birchstripe’s flank.
The stench of the Thunderpath filled her scent glands, and a terrible roaring filled
Cinderpaw’s ears. As she approached the stinking black path, she looked around and saw a tabby tom that looked exactly like Brambleclaw, but his scent was different. Firestar’s scent was faint, but also here. She padded towards the tabby cat, her paws just barely touching the Thunderpath as she walked on the skinny verge. Suddenly, the roaring became louder, and she screamed. An excruciating pain filled her body, but mostly her leg, and she was thrown onto the Thunderpath. Everything went black.
Cinderpaw woke in the apprentices den, drenched in a cold sweat. Her siblings were sleeping around her, and Poppypaw lifted her head.
“Hey Cinderpaw.” She mewed sleepily, before stretching and padding away from the den. Cinderpaw stretched, and followed her.
Firestar was waiting for her in the clearing.
“Hi Cinderpaw. Today I’m going to see how well you can hunt before I start training you. We’re going to go on a patrol with Brambleclaw and Birchstripe.”
The four cats padded from camp, and scented prey quickly. They split up, Firestar with Cinderpaw and Birchstripe and Brambleclaw alone.
Cinderpaw fell into a smooth hunting crouch, as through she’d done it before. She caught a mouse and a rabbit before they heard a howl. But they couldn’t find the source.
Birchstripe returned to camp with them, but Brambleclaw had disappeared. He didn’t come back.
The next day, Firestar called a patrol of warriors and apprentices to find him.
“Sandstorm, Graystripe, Birchstripe, you follow his scent. And the apprentices are Cinderpaw and Molepaw. Go now!”
As the patrol ran out of camp, Cinderpaw ran up beside her brother.
The cats searched all day, but he was nowhere to be seen.
It had been a moon since Brambleclaw’s disappearance, and Squirrelflight was getting more and more distressed, frequently sobbing terribly. The she-cat was forced to stay in the nursery instead of looking for her mate, as she was still expecting kits.
One day, Cinderpaw heard a rustling of thorns and heavy pawsteps from the tunnel. A tabby tom rolled from the tunnel, gasping for breath. He was shivering with cold even though it was quite a warm day. Squirrelflight must have recodnized his scent, because she bounded from the nursery, her eyes shining. She stopped beside Brambleclaw, then looked down at him in dismay.
“Leafpool!” she wailed, staring madly around as she called for her sister. The tabby she-cat bounded forward, sniffed Brambleclaw, and ran back to her den. Not a moment later, she emerged with a bundle of herbs.
“Terrible fever.” She meowed. “Rainwhisker, Brackenfur, please carry him to my den.” The two toms approached and picked him up, carrying him towards the den.
Two days later, Brambleclaw was better, but Squirrelflight’s belly was swelled so much that she could hardly walk. Firestar and Sandstorm were with her day and night, and Leafpool was checking in on her every hour.
Finally, the day came that Squirrelflight began to kit.
Brambleclaw was sitting by her side when she gasped, and her body rippled as the kit came out, tiny and mewling. Cinderpaw suddenly ran in, Firestar, Sandstorm, and Leafpool behind her.
“Squirrelflight… here, how about Lionkit for his name? He’ll become a strong warrior.”
The she-cat nodded and squinted as another kit came. “Hollykit!” she gasped, her eyes watering as Brambleclaw showed her the larger kit.
The third kit came, blue-grey and handsome, the smallest of them all. “Let…Father and Mother name… him.” Squirrelflight meowed, breathing deeply, but smiling proudly all the same.
Sandstorm and Firestar talked for a moment, and finally decided on Jaykit.
Cinderpaw wandered around the forest alone, looking for prey. She padded onto the half-bridge, hoping to catch some fish. She leaned way over, and stuck her paw out. She swiped at the fish-
Her dark grey body flipped over into the water, and she sunk two tail-lengths down under. She paddled up, but she was floating away from the half-bridge already. Gasping for air, she howled for help.
Suddenly a roaring like that in her dream filled her ears. It was a monster…on the water? She didn’t have time to try and figure out what was going on, because it was heading right towards her.
“Help!” she yowled again, and suddenly she could hear the faint pounding of paws over the roar of the water-monster.
The tip of the monster was so close. Then it touched her. Suddenly there were teeth in her scuff and she was being pulled from the water. The splash of the monster clouded her vision, and she sat there on the half-bridge coughing up water. She blinked her eyes and saw a lithe silver tabby tom. He wasn’t from a clan, but she could tell he was about seven moons, like her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I…I’m fine. Thanks for saving me. I would have drowned had that monster hit me! By the way, what’s your name?”
“My name is Silver Fish Before Storm, but call me Silver.” His voice was rough, but soft at the same time, and Cinderpaw was amazed by the shine of his pelt, the fun in his blue eyes… everything about him was perfect.
“My name’s Cinderpaw. You must be part of the tribe. What are you doing here?”
“My trainer blamed me for killing a prey-hunter, Sun. But he should have known that she was my best friend. Nobody listened to me when I said that I didn’t do it. They exiled me anyway. My mother and father were exiled with me, accused of having part in it. I got split up with them, but I knew they were talking of the clans, so I headed here. Their names were Stormfur and Brook Where Small Fish Swim, or Brook.”
Cinderpaw gasped. “Stormfur and Brook?” They are in our camp right now, unless they’re hunting… Come on! I’ll take you there.”
The two headed back to came, and when they got there, Stormfur and Brook lifted their heads.
“Silver! Oh my baby! I missed you! We were so worried!” Brook yowled, bounding over to them.
“Graystripe! Come here!” Stormfur called, his voice hoarse with excitement.
The gray tom padded out from the warrior’s den, and saw the new cat. “Who is this?” he asked his son.
“What’s going on?” Firestar asked, wandering over to see.
“This is Silver Fish Before Storm.” Brook mewed, covering Silver with licks. “He’s our son!” Graystripe gaped for a moment and then purred, “So Silver, my name is Graystripe. I’m your grandfather.” Then he stared at the tom for a moment, and his expression grew very sad.
“Welcome, Silver. Would you like to become part of ThunderClan, with your parents? You are welcome here.” Silver glanced at his parents nervously. “I’d like to join your ThunderClan. Thanks, uh…”
“Firestar.” Firestar finished for him. “Would you like to hold your name as Silver, or would you like to become Silverpaw?” Silver responded immediately. “I want to stay as Silver. For now anyway.” Firestar nodded. “If you wish, I will change your name as a warrior, but you may stay as Silver then too.”
“There’s no need to decide now. Graystripe will be training you, okay? I’ll hold the ceremony later. For now, you need food and rest. Cinderpaw, take him to the apprentices den and get him some fresh-kill.”
Yawning, Cinderpaw curled in her nest, Silver beside her. Her bright blue eyes closed, and she suddenly smelled a sweet scent. A pair of amber eyes were staring at her. She leaped to her paws and padded towards them, out of the den. But she wasn’t in her den anymore, and the amber eyes were gone. Everything was dark.
Her eyes opened a fraction, and she smelled a scent she didn’t recognize. She opened her eyes more and flinched, but it made the pain worse. She lay still, in an unfamiliar den, in a nest of moss. She looked around without moving her head. Infront of her stood a mottled dark brown she-cat, who was licking her leg. She peered down at the leg and gasped. It was mangled and broken. Suddenly Firestar padded into the den. His meow was worried. She thought she knew why, his own apprentice was hurt! “Yellowfang… How’s she doing? Will she live?” The other cat, Yellowfang, rasped quietly, glancing at Cinderpaw. “Yes. She’ll live. Oh! She’s awake!” Suddenly Cinderpaw noticed that Firestar’s scent was different, younger, much, much younger. If Firestar were a warrior now, he’d be nearing the elder’s den.
“Firestar?” she mewed, and he looked at her in astonishment.
“F-Firestar? Why’d you call me Firestar? I only just became a warrior! Bluestar is leader, not me! You should know that Cinderpaw.”
There's another version of CL, but i'll put up the link later. Enjoy again!
"Agghhh... Geroff me!" Cinderpaw mumbled as someobne bounced on her and then landed on Jaypaw. She slitted her eyes and say Lionpaw and Hollypaw, yowling at the top of their voices, leaping at Jaypaw to wake him up. He leaped to his paws with a hiss, "What on earth are you jumping on me for?" he growled, quivering before stalking out of the den. Cinderpaw swiped at Lionpaw, knocking the little tom off his paws. She didn't like him at all. Or Hollypaw. And that was because she didn't like Brambleclaw. But Jaypaw wasn't at all like Brambleclaw.
Post by Shadowstar on Sept 23, 2007 1:13:48 GMT -5
Ah! Keep Going! Its brilliant!
[center]Sweat drips in my eyes,[br]Screams of lust we cry[br]Tonight, you are everything[br]You're everything, you're everything to me[br]No more as I wake, from this perfect dream[br]I'll escape, I cannot stay and live this lie,[br]For I, must now think only of myself[br]And to think that you will not be scared or surprised[br]I sever all these ties, this is end[br]This is the end![/center]
Post by wildshadow on Nov 28, 2007 13:53:16 GMT -5
PLEASE write more!!! its totally awesome
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:)Keep Going!!!!!!!! This is sooooooooo good! ;D ;D
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