Post by Pantherstrike on Feb 23, 2008 12:35:42 GMT -5
Title: Ashfur's Quest
Chapters: 3, so far
Author: Pantherstrike
Pairing: N/A
Rating: PG for safety
Spoilers: All of TNP and The Sight
Summary: Ashfur is the last hope of some cats in his clan after Dustpelt dies. But what happens when he discovers two abandoned, highly unusual kits at the sundrown place? They become brilliant, loyal warriors of course... Or do they REALLY?
Warning: Some characters may bee OOC for the purpose of humor and parody.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors, including the characters and setting. The only characters I created are Forestkit and Royallyluckymousekit.
Beta: N/A
Cover: [x]
It was a bitter; cold leafbare evening. The bitter; cold air nipped at the ThunderClan camp, where all of the warriors were relaxing under the bitter; cold full moon. It was moonhigh and there shouldn't have been so many cats in camp up and about, but tonight was different.
"That was a great nap", mewed Firestar, the ThunderClan leader, as he walked out his den and stretched. "Wow, what a dark, moonlit morning," he said to himself.
Sandstorm sighed and whispered something into his ear. "Ohh... OHH! OHHHHHH!", he said loudly, his voice suggested that he somehow got salt until a cut on his lip (which did not happen). "It's moonhigh? Oh foxdung, I'd better get going! ASHFUR, BIRCHFALL, DUSTPELT, AND GRAYSTRIPE! YOU'RE GOING TO THE GATHERING! BRAMBLECLAW, DROP THAT MOUSE YOU'RE EATING AND GET A MOVE ON!", he shouted hastily.
"May I come?", Hollypaw's small mew came from behind him. He lowered his head so it was level to hers.
"No, Hollypaw. I'm sorry. No apprentices this moon, we're in a hurry.", the ginger tom said sweetly, as if he were talking to a newborn kit.
"Bugger." the black she-cat growled as she jumped in her nest and fell asleep instantly.
***
The warriors set off on their journey to the island, even though it would be dawn by the time they got there. All attention soon was pointed to Ashfur, because he's the most important hero in this story.
Ashfur was walking next to the lake, humming a tune. His cheery humming was stopped when he heard mad coughing behind him. "H-help!!" It was the voice of senior warrior Dustpelt. "I'm coughing blood... I... I think I have blackcough and..." with one last hack, his eyes lost color and he fell over, drifting into an eternal sleep.
"He had blackcough! We're all going to die if somebody doesn't do something! It's highly contagious!", yowled Brambleclaw. "Somebody run of and get poppyseeds for us! They're the only thing that could possibly help, they'll make us sleep! Umm... How about you, Ashfur?"
Ashfur, who had just restarted his humming, stopped again. "What? Why me?"
"Because everybody else has already started walking again." The deputy pointed his tail to where his clanmates had been only moments before, now all that was there was grass and Dustpelt's rotting corpse.
"Foxdung!" Ashfur cursed under his breath. He raised his voice. "Fine...Where should I go? Back to camp?"
"No.", Brambleclaw replied with a voice that made him sound like a carnival physic. "You must go to the great beyond."
"What?", the gray warrior questioned.
"Sundrown place", replied the tabby, sternly.
"Oh. Alright then. Bye!" He ran off, and he was fast, making him disappear from view in a matter of seconds.
"Goodbye, Ashfur.", Brambleclaw whispered. "You're so gonna die."
---
Will Ashfur prevail and make it to the sundrown place and back within a day? Will ThunderClan miss the gathering? Will Brambleclaw ever catch up so he can boast how about how great a deputy he is at the gathering? You'll find out in ASHFUR'S QUEST, CHAPTER TWO: A ROYALLY LUCKY DISCOVERY!
Chapters: 3, so far
Author: Pantherstrike
Pairing: N/A
Rating: PG for safety
Spoilers: All of TNP and The Sight
Summary: Ashfur is the last hope of some cats in his clan after Dustpelt dies. But what happens when he discovers two abandoned, highly unusual kits at the sundrown place? They become brilliant, loyal warriors of course... Or do they REALLY?
Warning: Some characters may bee OOC for the purpose of humor and parody.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors, including the characters and setting. The only characters I created are Forestkit and Royallyluckymousekit.
Beta: N/A
Cover: [x]
Chapter #1: The Journey Begins
It was a bitter; cold leafbare evening. The bitter; cold air nipped at the ThunderClan camp, where all of the warriors were relaxing under the bitter; cold full moon. It was moonhigh and there shouldn't have been so many cats in camp up and about, but tonight was different.
"That was a great nap", mewed Firestar, the ThunderClan leader, as he walked out his den and stretched. "Wow, what a dark, moonlit morning," he said to himself.
Sandstorm sighed and whispered something into his ear. "Ohh... OHH! OHHHHHH!", he said loudly, his voice suggested that he somehow got salt until a cut on his lip (which did not happen). "It's moonhigh? Oh foxdung, I'd better get going! ASHFUR, BIRCHFALL, DUSTPELT, AND GRAYSTRIPE! YOU'RE GOING TO THE GATHERING! BRAMBLECLAW, DROP THAT MOUSE YOU'RE EATING AND GET A MOVE ON!", he shouted hastily.
"May I come?", Hollypaw's small mew came from behind him. He lowered his head so it was level to hers.
"No, Hollypaw. I'm sorry. No apprentices this moon, we're in a hurry.", the ginger tom said sweetly, as if he were talking to a newborn kit.
"Bugger." the black she-cat growled as she jumped in her nest and fell asleep instantly.
***
The warriors set off on their journey to the island, even though it would be dawn by the time they got there. All attention soon was pointed to Ashfur, because he's the most important hero in this story.
Ashfur was walking next to the lake, humming a tune. His cheery humming was stopped when he heard mad coughing behind him. "H-help!!" It was the voice of senior warrior Dustpelt. "I'm coughing blood... I... I think I have blackcough and..." with one last hack, his eyes lost color and he fell over, drifting into an eternal sleep.
"He had blackcough! We're all going to die if somebody doesn't do something! It's highly contagious!", yowled Brambleclaw. "Somebody run of and get poppyseeds for us! They're the only thing that could possibly help, they'll make us sleep! Umm... How about you, Ashfur?"
Ashfur, who had just restarted his humming, stopped again. "What? Why me?"
"Because everybody else has already started walking again." The deputy pointed his tail to where his clanmates had been only moments before, now all that was there was grass and Dustpelt's rotting corpse.
"Foxdung!" Ashfur cursed under his breath. He raised his voice. "Fine...Where should I go? Back to camp?"
"No.", Brambleclaw replied with a voice that made him sound like a carnival physic. "You must go to the great beyond."
"What?", the gray warrior questioned.
"Sundrown place", replied the tabby, sternly.
"Oh. Alright then. Bye!" He ran off, and he was fast, making him disappear from view in a matter of seconds.
"Goodbye, Ashfur.", Brambleclaw whispered. "You're so gonna die."
---
Will Ashfur prevail and make it to the sundrown place and back within a day? Will ThunderClan miss the gathering? Will Brambleclaw ever catch up so he can boast how about how great a deputy he is at the gathering? You'll find out in ASHFUR'S QUEST, CHAPTER TWO: A ROYALLY LUCKY DISCOVERY!