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My gallery · by **cujo.** » Sat Jan 05, 2013 7:38 am

So... this is what you get when you have too much time on your hands. A simple warriors fanfiction. No posting yet, this isn't even started, I'll update when you may post. Thank you n.n

Also,
please, pm if you wish to leave a review/critique. I wish to keep the thread tidy until the story is finished.

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Sat Jan 05, 2013 7:40 am

Please note I do not own Warrior Cats ((Warriors)), they belong to the four Erin Hunters. Any images I use also do not belong to me and are found on warriors.wikia. This is just a simple fanfiction of someone with too much hands on their hands.

~ Lou

Aslo,
hm, just while I'm working on it; it will follow the four Clans, SkyClan may come into it later. It follows RiverClan, mainly. In the original territories but the Clan itself is surronded by forest, and so they hunt and fish. Simply because I'm so used to writing ThunderClan I needed to still include forest hunting.

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Sat Jan 05, 2013 7:49 am

Stormstar

Mousepelt

(♀) | 32 moons | no crush | no mate | apprentice Sandpaw

Whitethroat

Hollypaw

(♀) | 9 moons | no crush | mentor: Whitethroat

Dapplepelt

Brookpaw

(♂) | 11 moons | no crush | mentor: Wrenfeather
Mudpaw

(♀) | 11 moons | no crush | mentor: Stonestream
Sandpaw

(♀) | 9 moons | no crush | mentor: Mousepelt
Goldenpaw

(♀) | 9 moons | no crush | mentor: Blackheart

Raccontail

(♀) | 54 moons | no crush | mate: Dapplepelt | kits: expecting
Lilyfrost

(♀) |44 moons | no crush | mate: Sherlock | kits: Featherkit, Bagerkit, Cloudkit
Fawntail

(♀) |35 moons | no crush | mate: Stormstar | kits: Ravenkit, Heatherkit
Ottersplash

(♀) | 28 moons | no crush | mate: Blackheart | kits: expecting
Rainpool

(♀) | 19 moons | no crush | mate: Willowpelt | kits: expecting

Ravenkit

(♂) | 5 moons | mother: Fawntail | father: Stormstar
Heatherkit

(♀) | 5 moons | mother: Fawntail | father: Stormstar
Featherkit

(♀) | 1 moon | mother: Lilyfrost | father: Sherlock
Badgerkit

(♂) | 1 moon | mother: Lilyfrost | father: Sherlock
Cloudkit

(♂) | 1 moon | mother: Lilyfrost | father: Sherlock

One-eye

(♀) | 82 moons | no crush | mate: Pinefoot | Stormstar, Dapplepelt, Whitethroat
Pinefoot

(♂) | 75 moons | no crush | mate: One-eye | Stormstar, Dapplepelt, Whitethroat
Gingerpelt

(♀) | 52 moons | no crush | mate: unidentified tom | Hollypaw, Sandpaw, Goldenpaw

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Sat Jan 05, 2013 10:58 am

Dovestar

Greyspots

Owlfeather

Russetpaw

(♀) | 7 moons | no crush | mentor: Owlfeather

Whitefoot

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Sat Jan 05, 2013 10:58 am

Nightstar

Foxtail

(♀) | 43 moons | no crush | no mate | no apprentice

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Sat Jan 05, 2013 10:59 am

Barkstar

Featherpool

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Sat Jan 05, 2013 11:01 am

Mocking Bird

(♀) | 19 moons | no crush | mate: unidentified tom | kits: Magpie, Piper, Mist, Soot,
Magpie

(♂) | 3 moons | mother: Mocking Bird | father: unidentified tom
Piper

(♀) | 3 moons | mother: Mocking Bird | father: unidentified tom
Mist

(♂) | 3 moons | mother: Mocking Bird | father: unidentified tom
Soot

(♀) | 3 moons | mother: Mocking Bird | father: unidentified tom

Baron

(♂) | 27 moons | crush: Mousepelt | no mate | no kits
Sherlock

(♂) | 27 moons | crush: Lilyfrost | mate: Lilyfrost | kits: Featherkit, Bagerkit, Cloudkit

Briskfoot

(♂) | 48 moons | no crush | mate: Dovestar (formerly) | kits: Whitefoot

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:55 am

Prologue
Chapter One; Wrenfeather
Chapter Two; Mocking Bird

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:58 am

The night was slowly but surely turning to dawn.
The dark brown tabby watched the first rays of sun push its way through the heavy storm clouds of the previous night. Water dripped from her pelt, her eyes fixed on the river. She wasn't sure why their meetings always crossed the river, it had just become that way. The yellow-eyed she-cat turning her head as the first birdsong broke the silence of the night. She couldn't help the defeated the sink of her shoulders. But ... he promised ... She turned her head away from the river, letting the morning rains run a shiver through her body. When had it started raining? The lone bird had now been met by a choir of many other and she wondered if she go hunting.
She had failed to notice the grey-black tom pull himself out of the water, failed to notice the flecks of water which fell kitsteps next to her brown paws. Failed to notice the tom she'd been waiting for looking like a ghost before her. She barely heard her name fall from his lips in his thick southern drawl before her head snapped back to the river. To him. She opened her mouth, a hundred words on the tip of her tongue.
"We can't keep doing this."
His words cut her deeper than any claw ever could. The words melted and finally after a pause she uttered "keep doing what?"
His brow creased, but he did not question her stupidity. "Keep seeing each other." Silence. The she-cats eyes swam in deep emotions before in a quick snap all that remained was a fiery anger. "Why?"
"I've ... I can't see a future with us! I ... you ... My mate's just told me she's pregnant, I'm sorry but I can't keep doing this. Not now." The silcene easily filled the air between them, beside the river their was only the two of them. Their gazes were locked, green meeting golden. The she-cat let out a low growl, "Go then, go!" He opened his mouth but shut it as she swiped it at him, her claws a mere tip of a mouse tail away from one of his broad shoulders. He turned away, silent. She watched him retreat. He'd crossed the stream and was walking back towards camp until finally the rain and distance made him invisible.
It was only when she was sure he was gone did she sink to the cold, wet ground.

Themes wrote:Love Story - Taylor Swift
Love Drunk - Boys Like Girls

My gallery · by **cujo.** » Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:02 am

Wrenfeather regretted sleeping so near the entrance.
There was a thick chill to the early Greenleaf air and the previous night it had come close to freezing. That happened to be the night Wrenfeather had chosen to sleep next to the entrance. She shivered, her body felt stiff. Locking into position like a cat who had just joined the ranks of StarClan. She uncoiled herself slowly, letting the cold run from her body.
As she stood she found her paws unsteady and for a moment she was worried she would go down. Placing one shaking paw in front on the other she steadied herself. Wrenfeather felt a few hairs raise on her hackle and she spun quickly, her body shivering. Blackheart watched with his guarded green gaze and Wrenfeather felt herself go numb again. She gave a quick nod of her head is his direction before walking with long strides outside the den.
The sun was trying hard to make an appearance behind the rain clouds but Wrenfeather hardly noticed. She walked forwards, her ears almost completely flat against her head. Her mind refused to think of the rebuking words to correct the rugged tom who always seemed to look at her with a strange look of pity. She had made her way to the fresh kill pile and looked down at it, several mice and a single squirrel lay dead and her tail gave a flicker of annoyance. StarClan seemed to be hiding the prey, even after a harsh Leafbare. She picked up the squirrel in her jaws and made her way across camp to the Elder Den.
Inside it was dim, she could scarcely see the three cats within. An outbreak of Greencough had struck the Clan, four elders had joined the ranks of StarClan because of it. Indeed, even her own mother. Thus leaving behind One-eye and her mate, Pinefoot as well as Gingerpelt; the youngest of the three. She'd been hit by a monster several moons ago, knocked into a coma and upon waking had lost her hearing. Wrenfeather was no medicine cat but she couldn't help but feel sorry for the now greying she-cat. Now she lay between the mates who seemed to share her pity, she was younger than their own kits. With a quick glance she was sure the trio was asleep and turned to drop the squirrel. "Brought us something, Wrenfeather?"
The she-cat jumped and twisted to see One-eye watching her with her single dark amber eye. The she-cat was the eldest in the Clan and Wrenfeather dipped her head to her. She walked forward before dropping red squirrel in front of the white she-cat. "Thought you might be hungry," she said, looking at the elder sniff the squirrel. "Or trying to keep your mind off someone."
It wasn't a question.
Wrenfeather watched the old she-cat as she bit into the squirrel, no longer paying attention to the young warrior. Yes, she was tempted to say.Your grandson. But she remained quiet seeing as the elder had seemingly dismissed her and with a dip of her head all but fled the Elder Den. She shook her head and sat down, tasting the warm, bitter air. The birdsong promised more prey and she was tempted to go hunting. Letting her gaze run over camp as she washed her face she let it falter on the Apprentice Den. Brookpaw was almost finished his training, just one more hunting assessment perhaps.
"I am Tigerstar, Firestar! Bow down to me!"
The smallest hint of a smile graced her face as she looked over to the nursery. Two kits were rolling around outside, Fawntail's kits. There was only two litters in the nursery at the moment, one newborn. Ravenkit and Heatherkit had just hit five moons and seemed even more giddy - and more interested in trouble - as apprenticeship age neared them. The duo were playing around with the stories passed down by the many generations.
There was a stir of new life within her and Wrenfeather remembered Brookpaw. She was glad she'd finish his training before she had to move. Before she have to tell Stormstar she was pregnant. She looked up suddenly, her gaze locking with the blue of Whitethroat, the medicine cat. He stood beside the entrance of his den, across camp. His jaws were locked with herbs she didn't know the names of but he watching her. Their gaze was broken upon the arrival of his apprentice, Hollypaw. Her jaws locked with similar herbs. His eyes told her what she already knew, she was half-a-moon pregnant. Almost time for her to move to the nursery. Almost.
"Brookpaw!" she yowled, walking towards the Apprentice den. Her voice filled with mock anger. "Get. Up."

Themes wrote:I Will Wait - Mumford and sons
Numb - Linkin Park

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