{Are you Listening? - Warrior Cat Fanfiction //posting open

[Zoethian]

Are you Listening?
-A Warrior cat Fanfiction

Le prologue}
Season; Autumn

The tom's paws spread across the large rock as he stood to address those below, sweeping his amber gaze across those who looked up to him and respected him - trusted him. A small smile would curl on his maw. "All those old enough to step forward and protect, please gather round for a meeting." They were there already, but the words of old still stung on his tongue. "Dovetail is dead." He sat and whisked his silk tail around his front paws, sitting proud.

Gasps erupted from his Clan and he twitched his whiskers, smile dropped. "And so, with great sorrow, I must appoint a new deputy before the sun falls below WhiskerClan's hills." The Clan name was sour on his tongue. "Fawnfoot, step forward."

The tom looked up as his name was spoken and forward he walked. He held his head high as he climbed quickly up the rocks, walking towards the other tom-cat and stopping. He did not speak.

"Fawnfoot, my swift and honourable son. I, Elmstar, appoint you as my deputy. Serve MouseClan well and you shall rise one day to wield the name 'star'." Elmstar slowly padded forwards to press his nose to Fawnfoot's forehead, amber eyes large and happy. "You, my son, will go far."

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Hello, my friends! This is a Warrior Cat fanfiction //fanfic// and I dearly hope you will enjoy it! You may post here!

Contents;;
Prologue and such - You are here!
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MouseClan
WhiskerClan
BrookClan
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2

[Zoethian]

Cinderstar's light steps travelled across the forest as she approached the newcomer at the border, eyes soft and motherly. "My newest friend," she spoke, dreamy. "I see you have stumbled upon the Clan of Mouse - we are noble and brave, hold respect for us and you shall see the same."

Leader;;
• Elmstar - Tom - a plain brown tom-cat w/ amber eyes
Deputy;;
• Fawnfoot - Tom - a plain brown tom-cat w/ amber eyes
--Apprentice;; Yellowpaw
Medicine Cat;;
• Sandcloud - Tom - a pale ginger tom-cat w/ amber eyes
--Medicine Cat apprentice;;
• Smokepaw - Molly - a silver tabby w/ yellow eyes
Warriors;;
• Applefang - Molly - Light golden w/ amber eyes
--Apprentice;; Silverpaw
• Marigoldfur - Tom - Reddish-brown tom w/ small yellow eyes
--Apprentice;; Spiderpaw
• Sunclaw - Molly - Light golden molly
--Apprentice;; Ivypaw
• Mintheart - Molly - Pale grey molly
• Honeyflower - Tom - Golden-brown tom
Apprentices;;
• Yellowpaw - Tom - Light brown tom w/ large yellow eyes
--Mentor;; Fawnfoot
• Ivypaw - Tom - A half-deaf tom w/ dappled white fur
--Mentor;; Sunclaw
• Silverpaw - Molly - a silver tabby
--Mentor;; Applefang
• Spiderpaw - Molly - A black molly w/ long legs
--Mentor;; Marigoldfur
Queens;;
• Clovertail - Molly - Light brown molly w/ amber eyes
(Gingerkit, Burnetkit and Hornetkit)
Elders;;
• Crowheart - Molly
Kits;;
• Stormkit - tom - a black smoke with dull eyes
• Shadowkit - molly - a black-pelted molly with soft eyes

[Zoethian]

"WhiskerClan is the only Clan who may survive in the hills." She appears like her name, slowly and then quick, grey-blue eyes large and fearless. "We are the swift, and the smart. Unless you have these gifts, then I ask that you leave. Now."

Leader;;
• Duskstar - Molly - a no-nonsense molly w/ a dusky brown pelt
Deputy;;
• Silvertail - Tom - Silver tabby
Medicine Cat;;
• Feathercloud - Tom - a fearful light-grey tabby
--Medicine Cat apprentice;;
• Redpaw - Molly - red molly
Warriors;;
• Twigclaw - Tom - a thin tom-cat with dark fur
• Jaystripe - Molly - grey tabby
• Lionfoot - Molly - light-golden molly
• Deernose - Tom - Light brown tabby w/ no ability to smell
Apprentices;;
• Pebblepaw - Molly - dark-grey tabby
• Dustpaw - Molly - Dark brown-grey tom
• Icepaw - Tom - Deaf tom-cat w/ white fur and blue eyes
Queens;;
• Frostheart - Molly - Silver-tabby
(Cloudkit and Sheepkit)
Elders;;
N/A

[Zoethian]

"Are you a hunter? A fast swimmer?" The judging sound of his purr comes close as he approaches the border, raising a softly-coloured grey paw to lick his fur down. "You are? Good; come to the camp and join me. I ask that you are not loyal to this Clan, for you could be told to leave at any time. Come."

Leader;;
• Foxstar - Molly - large reddish molly
Deputy;;
• Skyflower - Tom - gentle silver-grey tom
Medicine Cat;;
• Ashflower - Tom - old grey tom
--Medicine Cat apprentice;;
• Rosepaw - Molly - youthful-looking molly with reddish fur
Warriors;;
• Reedtail - Tom - large grey tabby
• Tawnyfoot - Molly - swift-footed reddish-brown molly
•Willowclaw - Molly - long-haired silver tabby molly
• Antfoot - Tom - small tom-cat w/ brown fur
Apprentices;;
• Rootpaw - Tom - Brown tom-cat
• Brightpaw - Tom - ginger and white tom-cat
• Firepaw - Molly - fiery-pelted molly w/ amber eyes
Queens;;
• Ratface - Molly - Beautiful molly w/ brown fur
(Nettlekit)
• Horsefoot - Molly - Light brown molly w/ small amber eyes
(Littlekit, Mothkit, Dawnkit and Morningkit)
Elders;;
• Talltail - Tom - Old tom-cat w/ grey fur and long legs

[Zoethian]

Tagged;;
Ivypaw
Crowheart
Sunclaw
Fawnfoot
Silverpaw
Elmstar
Applefang
Honeyflower
Sandcloud

The mouse hung limply in the tom's jaws as he padded through the undergrowth, a swagger in his step and his tail held high - he couldn't exactly believe he'd caught a mouse all by himself; it seemed amazing and outstanding. Why? He'd never caught a mouse before, and with leaf-bare slowly approaching he hoped Sunclaw would be proud of him!
As the camp came within his sights, Ivypaw's eyes opened in weak happiness, noting that only a few were actually in camp - which meant he'd get some time to snooze and relax. He left the mouse near the freshkill pile and padded towards the shaded bushes, observing Crowheart as he came to sit down beside the elder. "Good afternoon, Crowheart," Ivypaw meowed in a soft tone, twitching his whiskers in glee. "How are you?"
The molly wrinkled her nose and sat up, her old joints aching. "Which ear's your good one?" the elder asked rudely, tilting her head to one side. "Right or left?"
"Left, the one towards you."
The elder still didn't appear pleased, and Ivypaw wondered what the she had been like as a warrior; he'd only known her as an elder. "Well." Her voice snapped him from his thoughts. "I'm doing fine - you annoying apprentices aren't though. I haven't had my lunch."
"That isn't my fault," Ivypaw defended himself, holding his chin high. "There's plenty in the freshkill pile." He flicked his tail towards said pile, still staring at the old molly with a softening smile.
Crowheart flattened her ears and shook her head. "I only eat birds - and last bird that that Silverpaw brought back was on its last legs; the thing would've killed me." She stood slowly, stretching with a wide yawn. "Now why don't you be useful and bring me something I like instead of talking? I'm tired and hungry - go on!"
"Crowheart." At the sound of a forced purr, Ivypaw looked up, eyes widening at the sight of Fawnfoot. He raised his paws a little higher than most, swooping into the conversation like a hawk. "I'd like to remind you that Ivypaw has duties besides bringing you your meals - as do all of MouseClan's apprentices. You should respect him."
The elder didn't back down, and instead raised her head, showing her yellowed teeth to the deputy. "You're young - the old deserve respect."
"I would like to remind you that I'm the deputy, Crowheart." Fawnfoot flicked his tail in annoyance, calling Ivypaw to him. "Sunclaw's looking for you - I'll take care of this." The apprentice dipped his head in respect and thanks, rushing off. Fawnfoot turned back to the once noble warrior, eyeing her with a discouraging glare. "Be nice or you might just have to fetch your own meals."
Crowheart's eyes widened and she twitched her whiskers. "Elmstar would never do that to me. I named your sister."
"My sister isn't here anymore. Respect the apprentices." Fawnfoot turned tail and padded away without hearing her response, holding his chin high as Applefang's patrol returned to camp with a piece of prey each. He padded over quickly and tapped the Honeyflower's shoulder, worrisome eyes looking at the other tom-cat who turned around gradually, his right back paw held above the ground. "How's your paw?" Fawnfoot asked, tilting his head.
"It's fine!" Honeyflower responded with a chuckle, flicking his ears forwards and backwards. "Not like it's broken - Sandcloud said I just sprained it. I still caught a mouse, and that's enough for me." The gentle warrior dipped his head in greeting, glancing over the deputy's shoulder to where Crowheart was edging towards them and the freshkill pile. "Oh, no..."
"Don't give me that look!" The elder shoved passed the two and stared blankly at the prey until she noticed the swallow, a smile curling on her maw. "Wonderful work, Applefang - I can always count on you."
"You're welcome," the molly responded with a dip of her head, walking passed Honeyflower and Fawnfoot to see the kittens playing just outside the nursery.
"You could learn something from her," Crowheart huffed as she took her food and began to walk away with pride in her step.

[Zoethian]

Tagged;;
Elmstar
Sandcloud
Marigoldfur
Fawnfoot
Applefang
Ivypaw
Honeyflower
Spiderpaw
Smokepaw
Clovertail
Hornetkit
Gingerkit
Stormkit

Elmstar's brown paws thudded against the ground as he climbed up the rocks, feeling the stone under his pads. "All those old enough to step forward and protect, please gather round for a meeting!" the leader called emotionlessly, eyeing his Clan scattered across the camp like birds. "The gathering is almost upon us," he continued as they began to collect in front of him, looking up with confusion in their eyes. "Sandcloud and I have decided who will come." He sat.
"Hang on." Marigoldfur stood up and padded forwards, looking up with narrowed, puzzled eyes. "Shouldn't you discuss this with Fawnfoot?" he asked while flicking his tail back and forth. "He is your deputy, Elmstar."
"I decided to trust Sandcloud's judgement." The small medicine cat appeared, head tilted to one side while a smile curled across his maw. Elmstar greeted the tom with a flick of his ears. "Applefang, Ivypaw, Honeyflower and Spiderpaw will be coming with us along with Sandcloud, Fawnfoot and Smokepaw, of course." He looked across the clearing and exhaled a sigh at the judgemental glares focused on him. "This meeting is dismissed, be gone to your chores." The leader stood up and quickly trailed off towards his den, muttering a soft greeting to Clovertail. "How are the kits?" He would dismiss the small smile she tiredly returned.
"They're fine," Clovertail whispered while glancing at the smoothly painted kittens curled at her side, asleep after a day's play. "Hornetkit decided he liked pulling Gingerkit's tail though, so that habit will have to be evened out."
Elmstar's detached stare didn't falter. "Leave it until apprenticeship and then we'll have Applefang mentor him - she'll knock the habit out of him."
Clovertail's eyes narrowed towards her mate and, slowly, she stood up. "She'll also knock the emotion out of him, and I'd rather she mentor a... different kitten, darling. That-that little tom, what was his name? Stormkit. She should mentor him." When his face fell, she raised to the very tips of her paws, light fur fluffing up. "I saw her watching him, and his sister," she added, quickly. "I think she already has plans to ask - Silverpaw is almost ready for her warrior name, anyway." The she-cat's lip curled into a troublesome smile, pelt moving with her swift breaths.
"Well... I'll have to watch them a little more and see if they'd fair well," he promised while laying his maw across her head. "I just came to say goodbye, my love; the gathering is calling my warriors and I."
Clovertail nodded, slow and thoughtful. "Of course; I understand. I won't keep you." She stepped back before padding over to her kittens and slipping in beside them.
Elmstar huffed a sort-of reply before walking back out into the camp, looking up as Smokepaw approached. "Is everyone ready to leave?" he asked the female while shifting his sights around the clearing.
"Mhm." Smokepaw nodded with the faint trace of a smile on her maw. "Yes." She paused to look at her paws, the thin cut from a thorn still aggravating her neatly groomed fur.
"Then let us be quick," Elmstar pressed as he padded passed her to the collected cats he'd called the names of. "Follow me!"

Tagged;;
Duskstar
Silvertail
Pebblepaw
Feathercloud
Redpaw
Twigclaw

"WhiskerClan! Let me see you pulling your weight to where I am right now! We're off to the gathering!" Duskstar's rounded eyes searched the camp for the cats she'd called earlier, eyeing the rough tunnel that led to her Clan's dens. "Silvertail!" she yowled, uninterested in waiting any longer for her softly-spoken deputy. "Pebblepaw! Feathercloud! Redpaw! Twigclaw!"

Tagged;;
Foxstar
(Streamstar)
Skyflower
Ashflower
Talltail
Willowclaw
Rootpaw
Brightpaw
Rosepaw

Foxstar moved swiftly on her long legs, her thoughts taken by the remembrance of the gathering, her paws pricking in pain as she silently panicked about what the other leaders will think of her; Streamstar had been a brilliant leader for moons and moons - she'd looked up to him, loved him at one point or another, and now she was in his place. Skyflower had been the right choice for deputy, right? He wouldn't betray her, right? And Ashflower said he'd approved of the choice, and Ashflower knew so much - Talltail knew so much, too.
"Skyflower?" Foxstar whispered as she came out of her den, finally. "Did you pick?" she asked with large, owl-like eyes full of fear.
"Of course," purred the BrookClan deputy, mimicking the river's tune in his voice. "Willowclaw, Rootpaw and Brightpaw. And, of course, Ashflower and Rosepaw."
The leader nodded slowly and turned her head towards the cats her deputy had gathered. "Let's go, then..."