(Hellomia and I will be writing a story about Flowfall and Leopardspot together)
"Gather around, all of you," Flowfall purred, looking over the crowd of kittens and apprentices. She glanced at the spotted golden-brown she-cat that sat next to her then back at the eager cats. "Leopardspot and I have a story to tell you."
Leopardspot nodded. "It's one about us; our lives."
"Is it scary?" Goldenkit broke in, excitement and fear glowing in her blue eyes.
Flowfall shook her head. "No, not really," she meowed, "But it's sad."
"Sad?" Daisypaw squeaked, shoulders slumping.
"How sad?" Both Tealpaw and Lavenderpaw chimed in together, their voices mixed.
"Sad enough," Replied Leopardspot, her amber eyes shining golden in the moonlight.
"Now shush," Flowfall quieted the mass of cats with a slow flick of her tail. "We're going to start."
All of the young cats huddled around, ready for them to start.
Flowfall looked up at the moon and began, her head held high:
'It started many, many moons ago. I remember when I was just a kit; the day I was born. My mother chose my name after the sparkling lush green eyes I had: Flowkit. I liked that name. It suited me well. I was in a family of three, me being the smallest. Moonkit, Streakkit, and I. My mother, Fallenangel, always took great care of us....no, them. I wasn't liked very well. Fallenangel had a sister named Ivyfern, who one day bore two daughters named Icekit and Leopardkit. This is the story. Our story. The story of how my life began and came to where I am now. Hi there, it's me....Flowfall.
Life. It blows you in the face like a hard wind crashing into you. Taking your first breath is a miracle, just the gasp of becoming real is magical. Your first squeal is the best sound a mother ever hears. She must feel so proud to have fine, healthy children at her side. The names she chooses are especially secretly special, for they suit you and only you.
I was born in the forest, precisely twenty-one moons ago. I remember the first thing I ever felt: the rumble of my mother's purr on my head as she cleaned me. I was alive. Squealing and mewling within squeaks of first breath, I felt so....natural.
"Hello, my new little kits," My mother purred softly, wrapping her tail around us. "Welcome to life."
I opened my mouth to let out a small mew of greeting, but all that came out was a squeak.
I could tell by the small movement that my mother had laid down her head.
All I remember after that is the sound of our purrs drowning in our mother's, and sleep welcoming us like serenity.
Two moons later, mother let us outside the den for the first time. I was so excited to finally be able to see the world for real! I hurdled myself out the den, scampering past my siblings. Despite my small size, I was the fastest out of us three.
"Slow down, Flowkit!" Streakkit growled, trying to catch up. His paws thrummed the ground as he kicked up leaves and trampled besides me.
"Oh, sorry," I mewed, obviously not caring. "I can't help that your legs are so short."
"Excuse me?" Streakkit spat. "For your information, I'm the tallest of all of us!"
I practically ignored him, taking in the new and fresh scents of the forest.
"Wait up, my children," Mother called, padding up to the kindle. "You're too quick for two moons." Her mew was tinted with amusement as she purred loudly. "Go and play, but stay where I can see you!"
Squealing, Moonkit brushed past us, her fluffy tail whisking my nose which made me sneeze.
"Moonkit," I laughed. "You're like a cloud!"
"Mrow, mrow, mrow," She giggled, puffing out her chest. "Maybe if my fur grows any longer, I'll float up to the sky!"
We both shared a moment's laughter while Streakkit just rolled his eyes. His black pelt bristled with annoyance and he growled, "Would you two stop bickering about fur?" His amber eyes were narrowed into thin slits of piercing messages that clearly said, 'Shut up!'
Moonkit and I stepped away from him, whispering as we walked together.
"He's such a brat," Moonkit growled.
"I know, it's like he's got ticks caught in his heart," I agreed, hanging my head as we walked on. "I- oomph!" Dizzy, I looked up to see a spotted brown she-cat.
"Hey!" Her small voice squealed. "You bumped me!" She snarled and lashed her small tail angrily.
I recognized her immediately. Mother had told us about our cousins Icekit and Leopardkit. I guess this one as Leopardkit.
"Hi....Leopardkit, right?" Moonkit asked.
Leopardkit nodded. "That's right," She meowed, her voice still with steadiness. "You're...Flowkit?"
Nodding quickly, I flashed a smile and stood up tall. "I guess Ivyfern has told you about us?"
Leopardkit smiled back. "Yeah, Fallenagel told you about us?"
"Of course," I replied, sitting down and wrapping my small white tail around my paws. "Nice to meet you, Leopardkit."
We three actually became good friends, but for now, I'm going to pass the story on to Leopardspot.'
"Gather around, all of you," Flowfall purred, looking over the crowd of kittens and apprentices. She glanced at the spotted golden-brown she-cat that sat next to her then back at the eager cats. "Leopardspot and I have a story to tell you."
Leopardspot nodded. "It's one about us; our lives."
"Is it scary?" Goldenkit broke in, excitement and fear glowing in her blue eyes.
Flowfall shook her head. "No, not really," she meowed, "But it's sad."
"Sad?" Daisypaw squeaked, shoulders slumping.
"How sad?" Both Tealpaw and Lavenderpaw chimed in together, their voices mixed.
"Sad enough," Replied Leopardspot, her amber eyes shining golden in the moonlight.
"Now shush," Flowfall quieted the mass of cats with a slow flick of her tail. "We're going to start."
All of the young cats huddled around, ready for them to start.
Flowfall looked up at the moon and began, her head held high:
'It started many, many moons ago. I remember when I was just a kit; the day I was born. My mother chose my name after the sparkling lush green eyes I had: Flowkit. I liked that name. It suited me well. I was in a family of three, me being the smallest. Moonkit, Streakkit, and I. My mother, Fallenangel, always took great care of us....no, them. I wasn't liked very well. Fallenangel had a sister named Ivyfern, who one day bore two daughters named Icekit and Leopardkit. This is the story. Our story. The story of how my life began and came to where I am now. Hi there, it's me....Flowfall.
Life. It blows you in the face like a hard wind crashing into you. Taking your first breath is a miracle, just the gasp of becoming real is magical. Your first squeal is the best sound a mother ever hears. She must feel so proud to have fine, healthy children at her side. The names she chooses are especially secretly special, for they suit you and only you.
I was born in the forest, precisely twenty-one moons ago. I remember the first thing I ever felt: the rumble of my mother's purr on my head as she cleaned me. I was alive. Squealing and mewling within squeaks of first breath, I felt so....natural.
"Hello, my new little kits," My mother purred softly, wrapping her tail around us. "Welcome to life."
I opened my mouth to let out a small mew of greeting, but all that came out was a squeak.
I could tell by the small movement that my mother had laid down her head.
All I remember after that is the sound of our purrs drowning in our mother's, and sleep welcoming us like serenity.
Two moons later, mother let us outside the den for the first time. I was so excited to finally be able to see the world for real! I hurdled myself out the den, scampering past my siblings. Despite my small size, I was the fastest out of us three.
"Slow down, Flowkit!" Streakkit growled, trying to catch up. His paws thrummed the ground as he kicked up leaves and trampled besides me.
"Oh, sorry," I mewed, obviously not caring. "I can't help that your legs are so short."
"Excuse me?" Streakkit spat. "For your information, I'm the tallest of all of us!"
I practically ignored him, taking in the new and fresh scents of the forest.
"Wait up, my children," Mother called, padding up to the kindle. "You're too quick for two moons." Her mew was tinted with amusement as she purred loudly. "Go and play, but stay where I can see you!"
Squealing, Moonkit brushed past us, her fluffy tail whisking my nose which made me sneeze.
"Moonkit," I laughed. "You're like a cloud!"
"Mrow, mrow, mrow," She giggled, puffing out her chest. "Maybe if my fur grows any longer, I'll float up to the sky!"
We both shared a moment's laughter while Streakkit just rolled his eyes. His black pelt bristled with annoyance and he growled, "Would you two stop bickering about fur?" His amber eyes were narrowed into thin slits of piercing messages that clearly said, 'Shut up!'
Moonkit and I stepped away from him, whispering as we walked together.
"He's such a brat," Moonkit growled.
"I know, it's like he's got ticks caught in his heart," I agreed, hanging my head as we walked on. "I- oomph!" Dizzy, I looked up to see a spotted brown she-cat.
"Hey!" Her small voice squealed. "You bumped me!" She snarled and lashed her small tail angrily.
I recognized her immediately. Mother had told us about our cousins Icekit and Leopardkit. I guess this one as Leopardkit.
"Hi....Leopardkit, right?" Moonkit asked.
Leopardkit nodded. "That's right," She meowed, her voice still with steadiness. "You're...Flowkit?"
Nodding quickly, I flashed a smile and stood up tall. "I guess Ivyfern has told you about us?"
Leopardkit smiled back. "Yeah, Fallenagel told you about us?"
"Of course," I replied, sitting down and wrapping my small white tail around my paws. "Nice to meet you, Leopardkit."
We three actually became good friends, but for now, I'm going to pass the story on to Leopardspot.'
hellomia, i've gotten sick and tired of this. i'm ok with cats dying every once in a while, but that was cruel. i've heard the threats you've made to your cousin, and i will stop it. if you threaten her anymore, i will kick ALL of your cats out of my clan. if you purposely kill lavenderpaw, i will kick you. enough with the fightning and grudges, i want a clan that doesn't do all this. so stop fighting
and note:this is why i left rubyclan. i'm sorry, i had enough of the way you ruled your clan. it was unfair to me and i thought it might be best to leave.
so please, enough with all this. do not kill lavenderpaw, do not threat my friends or clanmates, and enough causing trouble
and note:this is why i left rubyclan. i'm sorry, i had enough of the way you ruled your clan. it was unfair to me and i thought it might be best to leave.
so please, enough with all this. do not kill lavenderpaw, do not threat my friends or clanmates, and enough causing trouble
I remember the days when I found my love.
It was a good memory only because
he treated me like I was a god
But when I spoke he would only nod.
Some days he would refuse to talk
So when that happened I would go out to walk.
However, when I came back one day, my love was gone.
I searched for him every day.
And didn't stop till the end of may.
I couldn't believe it, couldn't see.
Couldn't see that my love left me.
Was it a mistake to walk, mistake to run.
When I searched for an answer, there was none.
There was no answer to search, but to find.
We stopped searching when it was July.
I thought it was the end of time.
He ran away, he was gone.
I felt like singing a sad song.
I ask myself a question I ask enough,
Where oh where, is the one love?
I know this is a clan, but i know some people like love poetry, and i had no where else to put it, hope you liked it
It was a good memory only because
he treated me like I was a god
But when I spoke he would only nod.
Some days he would refuse to talk
So when that happened I would go out to walk.
However, when I came back one day, my love was gone.
I searched for him every day.
And didn't stop till the end of may.
I couldn't believe it, couldn't see.
Couldn't see that my love left me.
Was it a mistake to walk, mistake to run.
When I searched for an answer, there was none.
There was no answer to search, but to find.
We stopped searching when it was July.
I thought it was the end of time.
He ran away, he was gone.
I felt like singing a sad song.
I ask myself a question I ask enough,
Where oh where, is the one love?
I know this is a clan, but i know some people like love poetry, and i had no where else to put it, hope you liked it
Whitefang looked at his mothers cold body. Brownfur had left to starclan because of old age to join her brother, and whitefang felt abandoned. he went to the warriors den to get some rest, and the moment he closed his eyes he saw starclan. "Am i dead?" He thought in shock, and saw a figure walk up to him. "hello dear son" Brownfur mummered as she came over. "Mother is that really you?" He asks. "Worry about that later little one, starclan has made a mistake." She mews "What do you mean mother?" He asks and she sighs. "We have the wrong leader, someone else needs to be it." He opens his mouth in shock. "But who?" He demanded. "Flowerstem was suppose to be leader, but she was expecting kits, and now she needs to be leader, please tell the clan." He bows his head. "I will mother." He mews, and when he wakes up he races out to tell the clan.
Brownstar, a leader who fought to make her clan strong and loyal, a clan leader who did her best to keep it together, fighting all challenges and battles that almost seemed hopeless. She saved the old brownclan and crystalclan from evil and terror, and found many friends. My name is Whitegang, deputy of crystalclan. Brownfur who was retired as an elder lost her last life today, and we are giving vigil. please pay last respects to her, for she was a strong leader till the end and is now with her brother in starclan.