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Post by Reedwhisker on Jul 17, 2009 15:37:41 GMT -5
I got it, thanks again for making it.
Gah, I need to write more of this instead of Gundam SEED...but its just so addicting. *Sigh* I'll try to get an update in by Monday, Wednesday at the latest.
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Post by Icestorm on Jul 17, 2009 17:25:31 GMT -5
okay.
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Post by Reedwhisker on Nov 2, 2009 23:42:24 GMT -5
I'll update tomorrow. I actually wrote up chapter 14 but my laptop hates me and deleted my post right after I finished it...so I'll redo it tomorrow. *Sigh* Well g'night everyone.
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Post by Reedwhisker on Nov 3, 2009 19:14:11 GMT -5
Chapter 14 Brackenpelt and Thistlefrost were racing towards the camp, their tails fluffed out in the shock of what they had just heard. All Brackenpelt could think was that she had been right, Smokestar was a traitor to the Clan and had been plotting for the downfall of CloudClan since he was made leader. Or maybe even before…The thought struck Brackenpelt just before Thistlefrost slowed to a halt. The two were close enough to the camp and far enough away from Smokestar and Talon. “Brackenpelt,” the barely audible mew of Thistlefrost made it’s way to Brackenpelt’s ears as she skidded to a stop as well. Facing him now, Brackenpelt tilted her head in question, wondering why Thistlefrost was talking to her now of all times. “What is it? We have to hurry and warn the Clan so they can be ready for an attack!” Brackenpelt nearly yowled. Thistlefrost just stood there, staring at her with a mixture of emotions Brackenpelt couldn’t identify. “Most of the Clan will believe you, I’m sure of it, but for the ones that don’t you must stand tall and proud like a leader and make it known that Smokestar has been plotting with Talon,” he meowed. As if Brackenpelt didn’t already know this, she had been prepared to address the Clan and now she was a little annoyed at how Thistlefrost was acting. “I know, now can we go and tell them?” She asked urgently. The blue-gray tomcat remained rooted to his position, obviously he wasn’t finished talking. With a nod to let him know she was listening he began to speak again, this time with a little fear and worry in his voice. “If a fight is impossible, if they completely take us by surprise I want you to gather most of the Clan and escape. Before they realize it I want you to get every cat possible and run for the far territory, as far as possible to a new home,” Thistlefrost had barely gotten his words out before Brackenpelt had started towards him in anger and disbelief. The golden she-cat was so close to her fellow warrior that their whiskers were touching, “What do you mean? If we lost then surely the Clan would rather stay here then seek out some random territory!” Brackenpelt snarled angrily. Thistlefrost merely shook his head, “Brackenpelt, there are more important things than winning a battle, sometimes you must win using different methods. You can defeat enemies in more ways than one,” the blue-gray warrior meowed, trying to let his words sink into the confused she-cat. Brackenpelt thought back to her talk with StarClan and looked into Thistlefrost’s amber eyes, trusting his words she nodded. “And you? What will you do if we start losing?” She asked; the words just barely choked out. For a moment Thistlefrost stood in silence, then, as Brackenpelt lifted her head she was nearly thrown off her paws. Thistlefrost was smiling at her, a real smile and one that she wasn’t so used to seeing. “I’ll defend my Clan, even at the cost of my life,” he meowed seriously despite his smiling face. Brackenpelt was staring at him in shock and disbelief but Thistlefrost was already nudging her towards camp. The cries of rogues were drowned out by the thunder that rippled across the sky like a wave, lightning lit up the dark sky and the forest and moors were already beginning to be drenched in dew. The two new warriors ran into camp, understanding dawning on them as they realized most of the warriors and apprentices were safely in their dens to wait out the storm. “CloudClan, listen to me, Smokestar is a traitor! He, along with Scorchfur and Grayfoot are heading here with Talon’s rogue band to take over CloudClan!” / Sorry it's so short, I didn't have much time but I assure you that the next few chapters will be longer and more interesting. Till then, enjoy!
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Post by Icestorm on Dec 9, 2009 18:19:26 GMT -5
.O. Sooo.... EPIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
More! More! *is excited*
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Post by rainstorm1 on Dec 12, 2009 20:49:49 GMT -5
YESH!!!!!! *jumps up and down in a circle*
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Post by Reedwhisker on Dec 18, 2009 0:48:27 GMT -5
Chapter 15
The only sound to meet their waiting ears was the rumble of thunder as the storm began to get more and more violent. The sky was lit up again from another flash of lightning and Brackenpelt was startled to see not even one cat outside of the dens. She gave a worried glance to Thistlefrost and he gave a nod of his head, "I expect they should have at least put up a guard...but I suppose this was all apart of Smokestar's brilliant plan all the same," he meowed with heavy sarcasm. Brackenpelt was about to agree when she heard a hiss from the direction of the apprentices' den. Glancing around she just barely missed the she-cats fur but when she looked closer she could see the scared forms of Mothpaw and Maplepaw. "I-is that you, Brackenpelt?" Called one of the she-cats, by the sound of the voice it seemed to be Maplepaw but one could never tell with the two she-cats. Brackenpelt glanced at Thistlefrost, fearing that this might be the last time she would see him before the battle but when she saw the confident smile he gave her she knew that he was strong enough to survive the attack. Taking a deep breath Brackenpelt rushed into the den and immediately looked all of the apprentices over and before they could question why she was out in such a nasty storm she instantly gave them orders. "Quick, go to the nursery and tell the queens to make sure their kits are safe. One of you go to the elders den while the other goes to the medicine cats den to tell Redfur to get herbs ready!" In the time it took her to tell them this they took into their head with confusion. At least Mothpaw and Maplepaw got the gist of it but Sootpaw was standing there dumbfounded, "Wah..?" Was all he could muster after being awoken from his comfortable nap. "Go, now!" Brackenpelt snapped and instantly the three were off. Brackenpelt didn't know how she was able to stand there and give them orders so calmly, for she thought that they would have seen her paws shaking in fear of what was to come. Deep in her own thoughts she just barely heard the wail from the nursery and then the sound of paws hitting puddles as the warriors were awoken to join the fight. Thanks Thistlefrost... Once back outside Brackenpelt glanced the cats over, quickly assessing who was there and who wasn't. It seemed like her old mentor Lionpelt was there, as she would have expected, and not to mention Thistlefrost's former mentor, Eaglefeather. Accompanying them was Oakclaw, Tigerstep, Berryfur, and Flametail, and next to them all was Thistlefrost. "What in the world are you doing waking us during this storm and telling us that Smokestar is coming to take over the Clan?!" Snapped an irritable Oakclaw. Brackenpelt was about to respond before Lionpelt stepped in, "Please, Oakclaw, you and I both know that Smokestar was up to no good!" Eaglefeather stepped imbetween the two so they wouldn't fight, but Brackenpelt began to tear the soggy ground beneath her paws. For all they knew Smokestar could be breathing down their fur in any second! They were waisting precious time by bickering about if Smokestar was a loyal leader or not! She glanced around frantically, not knowing what to do to calm the irritable Oakclaw down when Thistlefrost came over and put his tail on her shoulder encouragingly. "Don't worry, if all else fails and we are behind when they attack we can retreat...find somewhere new, start over," he meowed with a sad expression. Brackenpelt stared at him in shock, "W-why in the world would we need to leave?! So what if they take the camp, w-we could always just come and take it right back, I mean, he wouldn't just keep up captives if we fail again...right?" Brackenpelt wanted so much to believe that if they did fail that they would just be around to give it a second go, but the look in Thistlefrost's eyes told her otherwise and slowly she could feel her hope slipping away. Suddenly Hawkclaw burst out from the warriors' den, dazed and confused. When he saw Thistlefrost and Brackenpelt he immediately hurried over and brushed Thistlefrost aside with his shoulder, "C'mon Brackenpelt, get inside before we all come down with greencough or something," he meowed gently. Brackenpelt was in no mood though, and when she nudged Hawkclaw aside she nearly fell over when another shot of lightning split the air and revealed Smokeclaw and his band at the entrance to the Clan's camp. "Well, well, well," Smokestar hissed with a grin as the rouges came rushing in, surrounding the meager resistance that Brackenpelt had tried to rally. "Looks like you never did get around to trusting me, eh Brackenpelt?" Smokestar asked with an annoyed twitch of his whiskers. Thistlefrost was immediately in front of her, blocking her view of the traitorous leader. "Hey, what are you doing?!" She hissed in protest. The blue-gray tomcat didn't look back at her, he merely stared ahead at his opponant, a ferocious look in his eyes. "Brackenpelt," he snapped, cutting off her protest. "Get the other warriors to find Redfur and Shrewpaw and make sure they make it out along with the other loyal warriors...I'm sure that Maplepaw and Mothpaw have successfully gotten the elders and queens and kits to safety, just find them and you'll be good," he was meowing his orders so fast that Brackenpelt had hardly anytime to realize what he was saying at all. "B-but what are you going to do?" She asked fearfully, watching as Smokestar began to advance on them. Thistlefrost's eyes seemed to darken and then he finally took the time to glance back at her. He had a sort of sad smile on his face, the one that said you knew you probably weren't going to survive. "I'm going to save you," he meowed. The clearing errupted in terror then, Smokestar leaping for Thistlefrost's throat was the last thing Brackenpelt saw before she was shoved away.
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Post by Icestorm on Dec 20, 2009 21:20:57 GMT -5
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Reedwhisker on Jan 11, 2010 22:20:14 GMT -5
Chapter 16
Yowls of terror went up in the once silent camp, the shocked warriors could only do their best not to have their throats torn out by Smokestar’s vicious gang as they were bowled over. Brackenpelt was in utter shock, she had never believed Thistlefrost would ever say something like that nor would she have thought that he would defend her; she thought them to be friends but he should know that she could have fought her own battles. Suddenly his words rang in her head and she nodded grimly, sure that sounded easy but it was definitely no simple task. It wasn’t hard to pick out the loyal cats from the traitors but helping them get out and away from Smokestar’s group of rogues? Brackenpelt did all she could to push her thoughts away from Thsitlefrost, no matter how badly she wanted to go and help him she would only get in his way…besides, she had little confidence that she herself could even beat the bloodthirsty leader. Amber eyes darted back and forth as Brackenpelt tried to figure out who to help first, her hesitation almost cost her her life as she just barely managed to dodge the sharp claws of a rogue. Spitting in rage Brackenpelt lept at the mangy she-cat, claws extended lethaly as she tore at ragged lumps of wet fur. The rogue had close to nothing on the trained warrior, and as fear crept into her eyes it took all of Brackenpelt’s power not to just rip her throat to shreds. Getting close to the she-cat, her eyes lit with fury, Brackenpelt hissed in anger, “Get near my Clan again and I’ll make sure I’m the last thing you ever see, mange-pelt!” At that the young warrior rose and let the terrified she-cat run away, the only way Brackenpelt knew she didn’t just run into another warrior was when the lightning lit up the sky again to reveal her retreating figure. Nodding in triumph Brackenpelt almost forgot her true objective, sure some of these rogues were nothing but cowardly followers of the power but she knew that Smokestar wouldn’t just have weak cowards, there were definitely stronger opponents. Glancing around again Brackenpelt gasped in horror as she saw Lionpelt pinned down and struggling for his life. Hissing in anger, Brackenpelt quickly made her way towards him and, with the help of her running start, was able to bowl the larger cat off of her former mentor though she was a little stunned afterward. “Brackenpelt! Thank StarClan, I thought that Smokestar had gotten to you!” Lionpelt meowed seriously as she noticed a few scratches that she had gotten from the former rogue she-cat. “Where are Thistlefrost and Hawkclaw? You three need to help out and make sure the queens and kits are safe,” the older warrior was meowing. Brackenpelt shook her head, “We had Maplepaw and Mothpaw help and evacuate them earlier before Smokestar arrived. Thistlefrost…” There was a slight pang of guilt and anxiety that the she-cat had to force down before continueing, “Thistlefrost is fighting Smokestar last I saw, I’m not sure about Hawkclaw but Thistlefrost told me to make sure all of the warriors along with Redfur and Shrewpaw get out of camp.” Brackenpelt knew that this plan (she was sure that Thistlefrost had a plan) might sound incredibly mousebrained to the older warrior but as she waited for the objection it never came. Instead she glanced up to see an approving Lionpelt staring across the battle-filled clearing sadly. “I see, that’s what he has planned…very well, I’ll inform everyone and you make sure Thistlefrost and Hawkclaw make it out alive.” Her former mentor’s words were very serious and Brackenpelt knew that she had to do all she could to make sure that her two clanmates were safe. As soon as Lionpelt received a nod of conformation from the she-cat he took off instantly to help any of the warriors who hadn’t already recovered from the surprise attacks. Brackenpelt, on the other paw, made sure to dodge any battle that didn’t look too serious while calling out to the warriors frantically. “Retreat! Get every loyal cat out and find Maplepaw and Mothpaw, defend the elders, queens, and kits!” She yowled desperately as her eyes tried to search for the familiar shape of Thistlefrost. Although she found a familiar cat it wasn’t Thistlefrost, it was a very irritated Hawkclaw that was pinned under Talon’s vicious mass. “Well look what we have here, a sad excuse for a warrior about to meet his precious StarClan, tell them I said hello,” Talon hissed with a deadly grin as he raised one of his paws ominously. Brackenpelt stared in horror of what was about to unfold and darted forward without thinking. Lightning split the sky once more and to any onlooker it would seem like Brackenpelt had just hit Talon’s paw so that his attack would fail, but it was more serious than that. Brackenpelt had only jumped in just in time and had received the vicious blow instead. The gash that Talon had given her burned painfully, Brackenpelt yowled in pain as she fell onto the muddy ground, her fur drenched in not only rain but sweat. The gash was deep and painful, it burned like any wildfire and stretched from her shoulder down her arm. Blood stained the earth and mixed with the mud for a sickening reddish brown color. Talon gave the slightest glance at the wounded she-cat and laughed dangerously, “How brave…too bad bravery is also stupidity. Don’t worry, I’ll deliver you from your pain once I’m finished with this ca-“ The rogue had never got to finish his sentence as Hawkclaw pushed up with what seemed to be all the power of StarClan. A fire burned in his eyes like never before and his gaze raked the rogue cat with disgust and pure hatred; this was the first time Brackenpelt had seen Hawkclaw in such a state, not even when he was bickering with Thistlefrost did he seem that furious. The large tom advanced on the rogue, “You dare to hurt Brackenpelt?! You dare call her actions foolish and stupid?! We’ll see who the mousebrained one here is when I tear you away from this world!” Hawkclaw yowled as he jumped at the rogue. Sure Talon put up a fight, what cat wouldn’t? But it was futile as Hawkclaw’s rage was too much. Blinded by fury the tomcat did not stop once he had defeated his enemy, he ripped at flesh and tore at fur until he heard a slight cry of shock from Brackenpelt. She watched warily as he paused in his actions and turned towards her, sadness and anger mixing in a pool of odd emotions. “I-It’s fine to stop, he’s gone,” Brackenpelt meowed cautiously as Hawkclaw stared at her for a long time, as though trying to decide if she were but an illusion. But he finally stopped and stepped away from the unidentifiable tom, ignoring his wounds and the blood that was slowly washing over his eyes from the rain. Brackenpelt notice that he paused when he reached her, and he bent his head down sadly, “I was too weak, you had to get hurt because of my weakness…I’m so sorry, so sorry!” He yowled pitifully. It was hard for Brackenpelt to not feel sympathy for him, but it was also just as hard to try and ignore the pain that burned on her right side. Suddenly she noticed that the clearing was almost clear, some of the more cowardly rogues had taken flight and the rest that were left were trying to figure out if they should persue the retreating warriors or flee themselves, afterall one of their leaders was dead. The only battle that mattered was still taking place, as Brackenpelt noticed, and she was barely able to gasp in horror as she realized that Thistlefrost was limping badly and losing. “Brackenpelt,” Hawkclaw’s voice momentarily took her away from Thistlefrost’s scene and she glanced up at him fearfully. “We should go, you need to see Redfur right away and we have to figure out what to do…now!” He was being very stern and Brackenpelt couldn’t help to think that he was only doing it so that she would be seperated from Thistlefrost. “No! I have to help him, I have to save him!” She yowled angrily. But as she tried to stand the pressure on her right side was unbareable and she slumped down into the mud again, gasping in pain. “No, we need to go. He’ll be fine, and if he doesn’t…well I’m sure he’ll be a magnificent StarClan cat,” Hawkclaw hissed angrily as he grabbed her scruff in his teeth, ignoring her protests. Brackenpelt couldn’t believe that she was being torn away from him, ever so slightly the distance between her and Thistlefrost was growing larger and larger and soon she could only make out blurred figures. It must have been from the blood loss but she knew by her heart which one was Thistlefrost. She couldn’t stop watching, even as they were disappearing from her view, but only when she saw the form she believed Thistlefrost fall before one of the other blurred shapes did she realize what position he was in. GO! Hurry! You have to stand up and fight! She desperately wished she could call these words out to him, but her voice wouldn’t work, she only had her mouth agape in a desperate, silent cry as one of the figures raised his paw and brought it down mercilessly on the other cat. She wanted to yowl, she wanted to cry, she wanted all of this to just be some sort of sick dream because of a piece of bad fresh-kill. But it wasn’t…it was real, it was happening, and as the scene disappeared from view Brackenpelt could only see Thistlefrost getting struck down mercilessly before she blacked out.
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Post by Reedwhisker on Jan 11, 2010 23:12:48 GMT -5
Chapter 17
It had felt like moons since Brackenpelt had moved around. After the battle in their camp and Brackenpelt’s recollection of what she had seen before she fell unconscious the Clan had decided against going back to the clearing or even attempting trying to regain it. Lionpelt had often mentioned that they should move on and find another territory to settle into, despite the protests of almost every cat only Redfur’s tale of a message from StarClan had the rest of their clanmates decided that they would take up the journey. Brackenpelt had felt like she had been in a sort of daze ever since she had woken after the battle. Because of her wound she had slept for a couple of days and most of the Clan were extremely happy when they had heard from Redfur that she had regained consciousness, especially Hawkclaw. Brackenpelt felt that Hawkclaw didn’t seem much like a young apprentice anymore, he seemed to have an older warrior air about him as he greeted Brackenpelt and talked with her. Most cats decided to leave the matter of Thistlefrost as taboo, especially around Brackenpelt, though it didn’t help when they all heard her weep long into the night with yowls of anger, sorrow, bitter resentment… Hawkclaw seemed to keep her in constant company, he would make jokes and whenever she had a question he would respond thoughtfully, it took a while but Brackenpelt had finally gotten used to his new manner of acting. All that occurred was thanks to Lionpelt’s decision to take up the journey, they had been through constant streams of territories but none seemed to be the one destined for their Clan as Redfur had so often put it. The matter of a new leader and deputy was to be sorted out by the senior warriors and Redfur, after all they didn’t want another cat like Smokestar rising to power and making sure the Clan was theirs for good. It was a couple of moons until Brackenpelt noticed that she had gained weight, more than she thought possible since her diet didn’t consist of eating anything major like a plump rabbit. It was also then that Redfur had examined her (due to Hawkclaw’s constant begging) and told her that she was pregnant with two kits at the most. Hawkclaw was excited and didn’t wait to pass on the news; Redfur gave her a nod and a smile and retreated to help Shrewpaw with his training. Brackenpelt was in shock and couldn’t help but sadly think about Thistlefrost and all that they had gone through…being like this was making her a bit more emotional than necessary but it was all she could do not to neglect her kits with her thoughts of Thistlefrost. Hawkclaw often said that Thistlefrost would be happy but Brackenpelt knew he was only saying that more for her benefit than his, she had realized the affection that Hawkclaw possessed for her and knew of Thistlefrost’s feelings as well…but his words didn’t help and soon the time came when the Clan had stumbled onto the scent marks of other cats. “Could it be a Clan?” Asked Lionpelt skeptically, for all they knew no other cats knew of StarClan or the warrior code. Eaglefeather let out a yowl and then the whole Clan sat and waited patiently, some uncertain and others on guard, especially Hawkclaw. When a group of cats came bounding up towards them the whole of CloudClan stood (except for Brackenpelt at Redfur’s suggestion) and stared at the group oddly. The group of cats had their tails fluffed out and their eyes wide with shock, one seemed to whisper something to a smaller one and immediately the cat took off. Brackenpelt thought that he must have been an apprentice due to his size. “What are you doing here?” Called a rather large looking tom with an odd scar-shaped birthmark across one of his eyes, he looked quite menacing and his voice was deep and not very welcoming, though his eyes said differently. “Don’t you know that this is the territory marker of the proud cats of RippleClan? Who dares try to gain entrance to the lands belonging to RippleClan, FeatherClan, and HailClan?” -FIN-
/And there you have it, the horrible ending to the first book. What happens now that they have found three new Clans? Brackenpelt with kittens? Thistlefrost...dead?! Yes, so many plans for the next one, hehehe. ^-^ Well enjoy while I figure out the title for the next book and such, I have so many plans running around in my head that I'm sure this next one will be way better than my first cruddy one. Until I get on next, I bid ye all a fond farewell.
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Post by Icestorm on Jan 12, 2010 16:21:23 GMT -5
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Post by Reedwhisker on Jan 12, 2010 21:41:38 GMT -5
The ending was incredibly lame but it just shows that there is more to come since they found 3 new Clans.
Yes, poor Thistlefrost...hehe, everything is going according to plan. My brain is racking with ideas about the next book. ^-^
Well, how was it for my first fanfic? Hopefully it wasn't too terrible.
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