Storm }{ UF, Adventure, Action

[Pinecandle]

Title: Storm
Chapters:20
Author: Pinecandle
Pairing: None
Rating:PG
Spoilers:None
Summary:The leader of Mountainclan is growing old, and Wildpaw, an apprentice, knows the uneasy peace between the cats who oppose him and support him can’t last forever.
Warning:Quite a few cats die.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warriors.
Beta: None
Cover: None

Author's Notes: I’m not very good at writing stuff (If I work on something over a peroid of time it tends to get sloppy), so read at your own risk.

Alliances

Mountainclan

Leader – Brownstar – mud brown tom with yellow-green eyes

Deputy – Brackentail – golden brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

Medicine Cat – Tealrain – dark brown she-cat with blue-green eyes

Warriors

Falconflight – white tom with black-ticked hairs

Meadowsun – orange tabby she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice, Wildpaw

Roaringwind – blue-grey tom with green eyes

Goldenfoot – yellow and white tom with amber eyes

Blackbelly – black and white she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice, Treepaw

Lizardscale – spotted brown tabby tom with unusual blue eyes
Apprentice, Whitepaw

Orchidleaf – silver tabby she-cat with green eyes

Dragonfly – sleek brown and white tom with dark yellow eyes
Apprentice, Emberpaw

Thrushfeather – brown ticked tabby she-cat with gray-green eyes
Apprentice, Nightpaw

Fallingsnow – black and white she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice, Snowpaw

Tidefur – silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Apprentice, Bluepaw

Finchwing – small brown tom with yellow eyes
Apprentice, Blackpaw

Whitewater – light grey and white she-cat with green eyes

Sunfur – short-haired orange tom with green eyes

Frozenstream – silver tabby she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice, Birchpaw

Tigerstripe – brown tabby tom with dark green eyes
Apprentice, Swiftpaw

Jaguarfoot – orange tabby she-cat with green eyes

Thymefur – blue-grey tom with blue eyes

Snowsplash – black and white she-cat with blue eyes

Lilytail – white she-cat with one green eye and one blue one

Palmleaf – brown tom with amber eyes

Warblertail – brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes

Larkfur – orange tabby she-cat with green eyes

Apprentices

Wildpaw – orange she-cat with light green eyes

Treepaw – orange tabby tom with a flat face and green eyes

Whitepaw – tan tom with a dark brown face, tail, and legs with white paws and blue eyes

Emberpaw – reddish brown tom with green eyes

Nightpaw – dark brown she-cat with green eyes

Snowpaw – long-haired white tom with green eyes

Bluepaw – blue-grey she-cat with light blue eyes

Blackpaw – black she-cat with green eyes

Birchpaw – golden brown tabby tom with light green eyes

Swiftpaw – white she-cat with a tan head, tail, and legs and blue eyes

Queens

Orangenose – lithe orange-pointed she-cat
Kits, Flyingkit – orange tabby she-cat
Grasskit – shaggy brown tabby tom
Featherkit – long-haired reddish brown she-cat

Duskfur – black she-cat

Prologue

A yowl rang out into the night, drowning out the sound of the wind blowing across the grass in a vast field as a small brown tom dashed along through the forest along a narrow path, occasionally dodging rocks and splashing through streams. As he reached a rocky slope, he leapt up halfway and continued fleeing, breath coming in short gasps. He clawed his way over to the top and sped up as he neared a bent and twisted pine and a barely visible downhill slope in the ground behind it. His paws skidded through dead leaves on the ground as he made a sharp turn down the dip and into a deep gorge where a river had once cut through. Racing along the small stream that was all that was left, he began screeching at the top of his lungs.
"Lakeclan is attacking! Lakeclan is attacking at the end of the river by the delta!"
As he exploded through some brush and into the widest part of the gorge, an old brown tom leapt to the top of a pile of rocks.
“Palmleaf, at the delta?” he called to the tabby tom.
“Yes! Redstar and what looked like his whole clan!” yowled Palmleaf in reply.
The brown tom nodded and turned away to the cats who had gathered at the sound of the commotion.
"All the warriors in camp except for the newer apprentices, Falconflight, Roaringwind, Blackbelly, Lizardscale, Orchidleaf, and their apprentices get here now! Brackentail, you stay here too! Lakeclan could be trying to lure us all out of camp! Elders, get in the nursery!"
The brown tom jumped down and ran to the entrance, followed by his warriors.
“Brownstar!”
Brownstar looked around to see a deep brown she-cat standing in front of a fallen tree trunk. She stared at him with a meaningful look and for a moment doubt flashed in his eyes, but he shook his head at her and turned away.
"Let's go!" he snarled, and led the group away as they streamed off into the forest.

[Lightningstar]

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[Pinecandle]

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Chapter 1

It was just before dawn. Faint light from the sun hidden just below the horizon filled the apprentice den as Wildpaw yawned and rolled over onto her back, stretching her long, thin legs straight up into the air so that they brushed the dirt ceiling interlaced with roots from the bushes above. They were heading out on the Dawn Patrol . . .she had better get going if they were going to be on time.
Flipping over and getting to her paws, she prodded the orange tabby ball of fur beside her with a foot.
"Uhh? Wha?"
"Dawn Patrol, Treepaw," Wildpaw meowed. Turning to her friend Emberpaw curled up on her other side, she yawned and continued, "Emberpaw, Dawn Patrol."
"Already?" The voice was not Emberpaw's but Whitepaw's, her other friend. His snow-white paws almost seemed to glow in the dim light in contrast to his dark brown legs, face, and thick plume of a tail and his tan body. He pulled himself to his paws and stretched in the dark confines of the apprentice den.
A pelt brushed against hers as Treepaw slipped out of the den, his whiskers ruffled on his broad, flat face. A groaning sound from behind her told her that her golden brown tabby brother, Birchpaw, was also up and his old injury from falling over the side of the Cliffs was bothering him, probably from the cold Leaf-Fall air.
"Are you doing battle practice today, or just hunting?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Emberpaw uncurling and stretching his back towards Starclan, his short reddish brown pelt dotted with scraps of moss.
"I don't know, I'll have to ask Meadowsun," she replied, stretching out a hind leg behind her. "Let's go before Brackentail has an excuse to claw our ears off - he was in a pretty bad mood last night."
As she stepped out into the rising sun’s light, Wildpaw glanced around for Meadowsun, her mentor, and Brackentail, Mountainclan’s deputy. She shook her light ginger fur as Emberpaw padded out beside her and began drawing his tongue hurriedly over his shoulder, leaving the tunnel under a low-growing holly behind them.
“Look, there they are.” Whitepaw appeared on her other side and inclined his head to where Brackentail and Brownstar were hunched over together on the opposite side of the gorge, near the warrior's den. The large boulders that created a cave were in shadow, hidden from the sun's rays by the tall walls of dry red clay that stratched over them. Brownstar’s amber eyes were dark with sadness and something else, maybe fear, and his dull, mud brown pelt hung on his shoulders. Wildpaw flicked her tail nervously. He looked more like a cat who belonged in the elder’s den than a leader, and after the recent death of his daughter Reedfoot he was acting even older than usual.
"Come on!" A loud meow echoed through the deep gouge through the mountain side, making Wildpaw jump about tail-length into the air. She turned around to see a blue-grey tom with green eyes calling to them from the bottom of Fallenstanes, another pile of boulders where Brownstar made his den and adressed the clan. The elders said it was formed after a flood when part of the gorge wall fell in.
"Yes, Roaringwind," meowed Emberpaw respectfully, while Wildpaw hurridly dipped her head to him along with Whitepaw. Roaringwind was a senior warrior, and they were expected to treat as such.
"Let's go," mumbled Emberpaw as the warrior padded away, and he led the way across the cold earth, his long strides covering the four or five fox-lengths in a heartbeat, not even pausing when he stepped over the tiny stream that cut a small rut in the ground. Whitepaw did the same. Rather than follow in suit, Wildpaw leapt from a few tail-lengths away and landed further forward than Emberpaw.
"Show-off," he muttered, but leaned over and rubbed his face against her shoulder as he passed her. Grinning, she forgot to look where she was going and tripped over a root sticking up out of the dried mud. Emberpaw shot the same grin back at her, glancing back at Whitepaw to see his reation. As usual, he was completely absorbed by something else - Blackpaw. The green-eyed she-cat was talking with Nightpaw, Treepaw's sleek dark brown sister. Thrushfeather and Finchwing must be assessing them today. Uncharacteristically, Emberpaw didn't make a face at Whitepaw's back when he noticed this. Wildpaw flicked her tail in surprise. Normally, Emberpaw had endless fun making fun of Whitepaw's obvious infatuation. She shot him a confused glance. He shrugged in reply. Not that it mattered to her, though. She didn't say a word about it to Whitepaw, since he hadn't ratted on her about "borrowing" some of Treepaw's prey when she hadn't had any luck on an assessment. She glanced down at her paws slightly as guilt filled her stomach. She had gotten despate, and hadn't wanted to embarrass herself or her mentor.