Brave Little Warrior }{ A Spooftastic Adventure!

[Mossleg]

Title: The Brave Little Warrior
Author: Mossleg (Me)
Chapters:Not sure yet, probably from 6-10
Summary:"I have very important information about your journey...it will parallel that of the Brave Little Toaster!"
Spoilers:Contains spoilers for TNP series and The Brave Little Toaster
Rating:G, PG at the most.
Warning:Don't expect this to be, as they say, "Laugh-Out-Loud" funny. I put it here because it is obviously a spoof.
Beta:None
Disclaimer:Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter and Working Partners Ltd. The Brave Little Toaster belongs to Thomas Disch and *shudders* the Walt Disney Company. Also, I credit the creation of the word "fela" (she-cat) to Tad Williams, author of Tailchaser's Song.

Authors Notes

If you haven't read and/or watched The Brave Little Toaster, and feel that you would like to before reading this, than please do! BLT is a novella, and should literally take you about 45 minutes to read. It is also, in my opinion, the best movie ever made by Disney, well worth watching. If you'd prefer to read on without reading/watching BLT, then you do so at your own risk.

The Forgotten Cats:

ShadowClan:

Deepgrowl: Solid gray tom, almost ready for his elder's ceremony
Loudmouth: White tom with ginger face, paws, and tail.
Glownose: A thin tom, pale gray with faint golden stripes. Has distinctive large yellow nose.
Brightpaw: Silver cat with huge, pale blue eyes.
Yellowkit: Whiney golden kit. Would be made an apprentice in one more moon.
Chillbreeze: A bitter and angry elder.

Outside of Clans:

Mossleg: Short brown tabby. A loner who admires the Clans.

Prologue

A silver apprentice sat outside her den, impatiently waiting for Nightwing to arrive. Her mentor had the unpleasant job of prey-checker today; the prey-checker helped Littlecloud examine any prey from Carrionplace for disease. With so little prey around, Blackstar decreed that the task of prey-checking be shared by the warriors. Everyone agreed that this was the best choice, that he was wise to make that decision...at least until it was their turn to participate.
She spotted a small movement out of the corner of her eye. "Good Morning, Smokepaw." she greeted.
Smokepaw jumped. "How...how did you know I was here, Brightpaw?" he asked.
"I saw you."
"Oh...of course you did." he murmered warily. He then slinked away, casting fearful glances back at her.
She gave a snort of amusement. Nearly everyone in the Clan was afraid of her huge eyes, eyes that saw much and seemed to reflect everything.
Tawnypelt had never been afraid of Brightpaw's eyes. But she was gone now. They say she left the Clans for good along with her brother, and Firestar's daughter. This was cause for both amusement and hostility in ShadowClan, amusement that the Great Firestar's daughter left his Clan to be with Tigerstar's son, and hostility that Tawnypelt felt the need to go with them.
Brightpaw did not feel anger toward Tawnypelt, however, but jealousy. A part of her wondered if she was having an adventure, and wished she could go on one too.
She watched to moon get higher into the sky, focused on the glowing orb... and was surprised to see a cat appear before her, a cat with a pelt as black as a starless night sky.
"Who are you?" she inquired in amazement.
"Do not fear for Tawnypelt, young friend." the cat told her. "She is on a great adventure, but don't despair, for you are going to have one as well."
"Didn't you hear me? Who ARE you? Wait, I'm having an adventure! Tell me what you mean?"
"I am Nightstar, young one, but I must go now."
"Wait!"
But her cry was ignored, and Nightstar faded away.
After all, he still had to deliver the message four more times.
Conveniently, two of the cats he wished to see were together at the time. The two friends Glownose and Loudmouth were hunting together in a moonlight glade.
"Such romantic lighting" commented Glownose.
"Uh huh..." Loudmouth responded curiously. "You'll have to take a she-cat here sometime." He gave Glownose a glance.
Glownose smiled warily and began to groom his tabby fur. "Of course."
Loudmouth stopped stalking a mouse to gaze at Glownose. "Unless you..."
"Do you think...?"
They both spoke at once and stopped awkwardly, and each stopped to wait for the other to speak, but before either could, a loud thunderclap split the silence and they were no longer alone.
The newcomer immediately began, "Don't be afraid"
Glownose ceased running in fear at this command.
"Who are you?" cried Loudmouth.
"I am Nightstar. I come before you to warn you of great danger ahead. Both of you must make a difficult journey..."
Both cat's widened their eyes.
"...a physical journey that will take you far from this place."
"Oh." Loudmouth blurted.
But Glownose still had a pressing question for the black spirit: "What do you mean?"
But Nightstar disappeared, his eyes filled with the pleasure that all StarClan cats get from denying information.
Nightstar's next stop was to a small kit, only a few moons old.
"I am Nightstar." he started. "Young Yellowkit, you will soon take a great journey, but do not fear, for you shall not be alone."
The kitten pulled herself away from her dozing mother's pelt just long enough to sleepily blink her eyes at this dream-cat.
"Whaddya mean?" she asked, but fell asleep before he could answer.
The next cat for Nightstar was the old warrior Deepgrowl, who, unlike Yellowkit, could not return to sleep so easily. Thusly, he was very angry to be awoken.
"I am Nightstar. Do not be afraid. You will go on a great journey." He said this all quite quickly, as he was getting quite tired of repeating himself, and hoped that Deepgrowl had not noticed.
"How dare you wake me up for that!" Deepgrowl hissed in his low voice. "I was having the best dream about being made an elder! Go away!"
"But... don't you want to know what I mean?"
"NO!"
Now Nightstar was confused. Every cat visited by StarClan asked what they meant.
"Are you sure?"
"YES! Now go away!"
Nightstar had never had this happen before. "Are you really sure?"
"Yep. Sure am." The gray warrior growled menacingly.
"But...well, I..." he hesitated. "But I have very important information about this journey."
"Don't wanna hear it!"
"Your journey will parallel that of the Brave Little Toaster!"
"The brave little what?!?"
But Nightstar had disappeared again, felling quite pleased with himself.

Far away, a young kittypet awoke from an odd dream, a dream about a silver cat resting in a sunbeam...

[Mossleg]

I don't know if anyone is reading this, but if you are...
I will get around to writing this, I have the notes and everything, but I'm having trouble finding the time right now.

[mistshimmer]

"The Brave Little WHAT?!!"

LOL...

[ghostfeather]

i have that movie! ;D
it's sumwhere in my closet.....i think....it's probably covered in dust.........teehee

have u seen the sequel? i think theres a third one too. there might also be a fourth. all i no is that there is more than two. i saw some of them at BlockBuster. one of them has a baby in it. LOL

post soon!

[Mossleg]

There are three movie...two of which were based on books
I'll get around to it! I'm still writing the first couple chapters in math class.

[Lostsoul]

"Your journey will parallel that of The Brave Little Toaster!"

Lol!

What better time to write a parody than math class? XD

Can't wait for more!

[Mossleg]

Authors notes: Anyone who read my previous message here, Mistshimmer did NOT copy my work, it was all a huge misunderstanding. I posted that comment out of anger without knowing all the facts, and for that I am truly sorry.

Remember guys, this will not be super funny, espcially this chapter. You have been warned!
Anyway, here's the next chapter.

Chapter 1

Mossleg didn't know what to expect when she stepped into the forest. She just knew she had to be there. Her dreams had guided her.
For the longest time, she had tried to gather the courage to approach the Clans, to speak with a Warrior. But she had waited. Fear held Mossleg back.
But then came the death of the forest.
The forest was murdered by the twolegs.
She had thought the warriors were gone, and that had filled her with sadness.
But her dreams...the cats in them...she was sure they were warriors.
Although she knew that no more cats could possibly still be in the ruined forest, she felt she had to look anyway. The frequency of her odd dreams intrigued her, and she left her twolegs...just to look around.
Based on all the gossip and rumors she had heard, Mossleg concluded that the river lay East of the edge of Twolegplace. If she were to find any cats at all, the river would be the place to look.
She started off in that direction, ears pricked for the eventual sound of running water.

Trees fell all around them, splashing into the bog mud, the branches of one tree locking noisily with the branches of another, as though determined that they should fall together.
"Run!" Deepgrowl yelled, "Run!"
The escape from the crushing trunks, the bone-snapping branches, and the all-encompassing roar of the monsters became a blur. Brightpaw could later recall only some fleeting images of it, memories with blurred edges: the back of Deepgrowl as he led his patrol erratically through the territory, as though he did not know where to go, but knew he had to lead them somewhere; prey running at their feet, no longer fearing their hunters; Loudmouth desperately shoving Glownose from the path of Brightpaw's favorite birch tree, which now seemed to aim for the patrol with an intent to kill. At the time, she felt nothing, heard nothing, thought of no one and nothing except to make her legs move as fast as they could.
She didn't even wonder when she saw little Yellowkit in front of her, yowling something drowned out in the noise. Brightpaw simply swooped down and grabbed the kit without stopping.
And still came the crashing trees, crashing, crashing down, until it seemed as though they would never outrun them.
The patrol didn't even stop when they reached the Thunderpath. Monsters hadn't been there in moons anyway. The beasts were no longer content with their stinking path, and now had claimed the Clans' homes.
When the patrol finally stopped, they were at the foot of highrocks, and were heaving from the effort they exerted.
At some point, they must have climbed higher onto the rocks, because they all remember watching the horrifying destruction of their home. Even their camp.
And for all they knew, their Clanmates were gone, too.
None of them remembers who first stared the wailing. They all remember joining in.

Mossleg eventually arrived at Sunningrocks, although she did not know what they were. She stopped in confusion; she could distinctly smell the water, but could barely hear anything. The rushing sound normally associated with the river had been reduced to a weak gurgling.
Before she could ponder that mystery, a yowl filled her ears and she felt a weight on her back. A cat!
The tabby attacker was easy to shake off. She jumped back, but she lowered her bristling back fur as her eyes settled on the five cats before her. They were obviously starved-in both body and soul.

[mistshimmer]

I thought we buried the hatchet?

[Mossleg]

I know, sorry, forgot I posted that. I will correct it right now.

[mistshimmer]

Thank you. I love this story!