Post by Icewhisker on Jul 16, 2008 11:57:31 GMT -5
Title: The Stormcoming (NEED NEW NAME)
Chapters: I don't know; eventually 15-20
Author: Icewhisker
Pairing: Not really any major ones-yet
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, really read up through POT
Summary: Star has always lived with the Tribe of the Elm Forest, but she never felt truly at home there. Then a mysterious prophecy takes her to the Clans' territories where she learns more about herself and the Tribe she onced lived.
Warning: None really except for some violence and maybe a character death; nothing Warrirors fans aren't used to!
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Erin Hunter does. If I did, Snowkit and Cinderpelt would still be alive.
Beta: N/A
Cover: One coming soon!
Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction! It starts in my made-up tribe, Tribe of the Elm Forest which has Clan-like ways and eventually end up within the Canon-clans.
THE STORMCOMING
Prologue
An icy frost clung to branches dangling over a frozen ground. A full moon bathed the forest in moonlight, brightening even the darkest of places. There was no movement in the forest. Nothing broke the silence that was draped over the trees like a sheet. A light mist started to fall, blanketing the area in white. It was shortly followed by a steady rain that cut through the silence like a knife. Nearby, undergrowth rustled, then parted as two slick, dark figures stepped out. Their wet fur stuck tightly to them, and their eyes glowed-one green, one a ghostly silver. They hurried through the trees, the green-eyed figure trying to ignore the rain that spattered her thick, gray, pelt. Deeper into the forest they went, making their way through the knarled and tangled branches and vines, until the two reached a small pool of crystal water.
"Why have you brought me here?" complained the gray cat with the green eyes. "I must get back to my kits!"
"You know as well as I do Clover, that your kits will be fine when you return," replied the ghostly cat. "I have brought you here to reveal to you a prophecy involving one of your three kits."
"A... a prophecy?" stammered Clover. "Surely my kits cannot-"
"It's true," interrupted the ghost cat, cutting off Clover. "I cannot tell you whom of your kin, but when the time is right you shall know." The ghostly figures' voice dropped like a stone to a deadly whisper. It was so silent that Clover had to strain her ears to hear. "A great darkness is coming with evils to horrible to mention. When the time is right, you will take the chosen hero to the Forest of Elms, and leave her in the Flooded Tree.”
“Only the brightest star can shine upon the thunderous river to sweep away the dark wind that blows horror upon its victims.”
Clover's eyes widened in shock. She shuddered, trying to take in all she had heard. "But-"
"It must be done. You have no choice Clover. Your daughter's fate is written in the stars."
Only a faint outline remained of the misty cat as it faded into nothingness, leaving one cat all alone the rain splashing over her pelt of ashes.
Chapter 1 coming soon!
Please, please, please comment!!!
Note: Chapter 1 is up! This part can get confusing though. This tribe does not work like other tribes. It is one tribe but seperated into three "clans". It has no Tribe names or Clan names and is a mix of both with more of clan-ness. There is one over all leader and "mini-leaders" of each clan. The names thought only have one part. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Small pools of standing water carpeted the soft, springy grass. A weak bout of sunlight tried to break through the clouds that hung in the skies, but without success. Branches that were once held strongly by trees, now hung limp or on the ground. Leaves were scattered like the dapples of sunshine that once shone through the treetops. All around piles of bramble and thorns lay in sad heaps on the ground, cold and wet. Nearby, cats exchanged worried glances and whispered quick and anxiously to one another, sometimes casting nervous glances around the devastated clearing. A tawny tom finally raised his voice in attempt to calm the muttering group of cats.
“As we all know by now, a strong storm blew through here last night around moonhigh. You can see the effects.” He flicked his tail to the brambles, thorns, and trees. “Now, we must go on. Tribe of the Elm Forest has faced worse and we must rebuild. East River clan will hunt. Marsh, will you see to that?”
A brown tabby she-cat nodded. “Our killed-prey pile will be full, Deer”
“Good,” Deer replied. “West Woods clan, you will guard all the main entrances. We will more likely be attacked while we are vulnerable. And finally, South Sea Cliffs clan will help rebuild the dens and stations. Clover, you will lead the rebuilding and Eagle will take charge of the guard.”
Clover and Eagle flicked their tail in acceptance of their jobs. Most of the cats turned to separate in to their groups, but Deer was not finished.
“And finally all cats are expected to help except for elders, queens, and very young kits. Get to work.” He ended his speech and bounded over to speak to Marsh, who was rounding up the River cats.
Meanwhile Clover had led her cats to the Sea Cliffs to help sort into building parties.
“Yes, you Cherry and Turtle will rebuild the Warrior dens,” she was saying to Berry, who had just left toward the bramble piles with Cherry, a light brown she-cat with amber eyes and a dark brown tom with green eyes.
“Mother, do we have to help to?” asked a white she-cat with unusual bright yellow eyes.
Clover turned and looked at her daughter. “Yes, you can help too Star, now that you are almost an apprentice. Why don’t you, Thunder and Ripple go help with those dens anyways?”
“But mother!” Star whined. “Can’t we help with the stations?”
“Goodness, no!” exclaimed Clover. “You could be attacked there. Enemies will be lurking around after the storm. I’m assigning Birch and Fig to that. Now go get Thunder and Ripple and get to work.” She turned back to the cats who were waiting for assignments and continued giving out orders.
Star sighed heavily. How come Mother always has to order us around like that? It’s only because she’s head of the South Sea Cliffs clan that she thinks she’s so great. She padded down the lightly sloping land that led to the Sea Cliffs dens to the main clearing where she found Ripple and Thunder play- fighting in the field. “Hey, you guys!”
Thunder and Ripple stopped their fight and stared at Star. “Yeah,” answered Thunder. “What now?”
“We have to work on the apprentice dens! Mom’s orders,” she said irritably. Only my littermates could be mousebrained enough to not know there is work to do, Star thought. She watched as Ripple and Thunder stood up, shook the dust off their fur and walked slowly over to the river where East River Clan had their dens while keeping their heads together, whispering and laughing silently. Star followed them trying to catch what they were saying but, as usual they talked too low and hushed. She, also as usual, felt left out, but said nothing.
The path to the East River Clan was wet and marshy. Star liked the water as she lived by the sea, but this water was muddy and thick with plants. She continued to trudge through it miserably ignoring the amused glances of the East River cats.
Chapters: I don't know; eventually 15-20
Author: Icewhisker
Pairing: Not really any major ones-yet
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, really read up through POT
Summary: Star has always lived with the Tribe of the Elm Forest, but she never felt truly at home there. Then a mysterious prophecy takes her to the Clans' territories where she learns more about herself and the Tribe she onced lived.
Warning: None really except for some violence and maybe a character death; nothing Warrirors fans aren't used to!
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Erin Hunter does. If I did, Snowkit and Cinderpelt would still be alive.
Beta: N/A
Cover: One coming soon!
Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction! It starts in my made-up tribe, Tribe of the Elm Forest which has Clan-like ways and eventually end up within the Canon-clans.
THE STORMCOMING
Prologue
An icy frost clung to branches dangling over a frozen ground. A full moon bathed the forest in moonlight, brightening even the darkest of places. There was no movement in the forest. Nothing broke the silence that was draped over the trees like a sheet. A light mist started to fall, blanketing the area in white. It was shortly followed by a steady rain that cut through the silence like a knife. Nearby, undergrowth rustled, then parted as two slick, dark figures stepped out. Their wet fur stuck tightly to them, and their eyes glowed-one green, one a ghostly silver. They hurried through the trees, the green-eyed figure trying to ignore the rain that spattered her thick, gray, pelt. Deeper into the forest they went, making their way through the knarled and tangled branches and vines, until the two reached a small pool of crystal water.
"Why have you brought me here?" complained the gray cat with the green eyes. "I must get back to my kits!"
"You know as well as I do Clover, that your kits will be fine when you return," replied the ghostly cat. "I have brought you here to reveal to you a prophecy involving one of your three kits."
"A... a prophecy?" stammered Clover. "Surely my kits cannot-"
"It's true," interrupted the ghost cat, cutting off Clover. "I cannot tell you whom of your kin, but when the time is right you shall know." The ghostly figures' voice dropped like a stone to a deadly whisper. It was so silent that Clover had to strain her ears to hear. "A great darkness is coming with evils to horrible to mention. When the time is right, you will take the chosen hero to the Forest of Elms, and leave her in the Flooded Tree.”
“Only the brightest star can shine upon the thunderous river to sweep away the dark wind that blows horror upon its victims.”
Clover's eyes widened in shock. She shuddered, trying to take in all she had heard. "But-"
"It must be done. You have no choice Clover. Your daughter's fate is written in the stars."
Only a faint outline remained of the misty cat as it faded into nothingness, leaving one cat all alone the rain splashing over her pelt of ashes.
Chapter 1 coming soon!
Please, please, please comment!!!
Note: Chapter 1 is up! This part can get confusing though. This tribe does not work like other tribes. It is one tribe but seperated into three "clans". It has no Tribe names or Clan names and is a mix of both with more of clan-ness. There is one over all leader and "mini-leaders" of each clan. The names thought only have one part. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Small pools of standing water carpeted the soft, springy grass. A weak bout of sunlight tried to break through the clouds that hung in the skies, but without success. Branches that were once held strongly by trees, now hung limp or on the ground. Leaves were scattered like the dapples of sunshine that once shone through the treetops. All around piles of bramble and thorns lay in sad heaps on the ground, cold and wet. Nearby, cats exchanged worried glances and whispered quick and anxiously to one another, sometimes casting nervous glances around the devastated clearing. A tawny tom finally raised his voice in attempt to calm the muttering group of cats.
“As we all know by now, a strong storm blew through here last night around moonhigh. You can see the effects.” He flicked his tail to the brambles, thorns, and trees. “Now, we must go on. Tribe of the Elm Forest has faced worse and we must rebuild. East River clan will hunt. Marsh, will you see to that?”
A brown tabby she-cat nodded. “Our killed-prey pile will be full, Deer”
“Good,” Deer replied. “West Woods clan, you will guard all the main entrances. We will more likely be attacked while we are vulnerable. And finally, South Sea Cliffs clan will help rebuild the dens and stations. Clover, you will lead the rebuilding and Eagle will take charge of the guard.”
Clover and Eagle flicked their tail in acceptance of their jobs. Most of the cats turned to separate in to their groups, but Deer was not finished.
“And finally all cats are expected to help except for elders, queens, and very young kits. Get to work.” He ended his speech and bounded over to speak to Marsh, who was rounding up the River cats.
Meanwhile Clover had led her cats to the Sea Cliffs to help sort into building parties.
“Yes, you Cherry and Turtle will rebuild the Warrior dens,” she was saying to Berry, who had just left toward the bramble piles with Cherry, a light brown she-cat with amber eyes and a dark brown tom with green eyes.
“Mother, do we have to help to?” asked a white she-cat with unusual bright yellow eyes.
Clover turned and looked at her daughter. “Yes, you can help too Star, now that you are almost an apprentice. Why don’t you, Thunder and Ripple go help with those dens anyways?”
“But mother!” Star whined. “Can’t we help with the stations?”
“Goodness, no!” exclaimed Clover. “You could be attacked there. Enemies will be lurking around after the storm. I’m assigning Birch and Fig to that. Now go get Thunder and Ripple and get to work.” She turned back to the cats who were waiting for assignments and continued giving out orders.
Star sighed heavily. How come Mother always has to order us around like that? It’s only because she’s head of the South Sea Cliffs clan that she thinks she’s so great. She padded down the lightly sloping land that led to the Sea Cliffs dens to the main clearing where she found Ripple and Thunder play- fighting in the field. “Hey, you guys!”
Thunder and Ripple stopped their fight and stared at Star. “Yeah,” answered Thunder. “What now?”
“We have to work on the apprentice dens! Mom’s orders,” she said irritably. Only my littermates could be mousebrained enough to not know there is work to do, Star thought. She watched as Ripple and Thunder stood up, shook the dust off their fur and walked slowly over to the river where East River Clan had their dens while keeping their heads together, whispering and laughing silently. Star followed them trying to catch what they were saying but, as usual they talked too low and hushed. She, also as usual, felt left out, but said nothing.
The path to the East River Clan was wet and marshy. Star liked the water as she lived by the sea, but this water was muddy and thick with plants. She continued to trudge through it miserably ignoring the amused glances of the East River cats.