The Coming Storm ❖ A Warriors Fanfic

My gallery · by **Spirited.** » Tue May 20, 2014 3:40 am

❖ A Warriors Fanfic ❖

Recently, I started a roleplay - RockClan. I put quite a lot of work into the plot and have since been itching to write a fanfiction based on the Clan, their history and their new home since. That, along with the multitude of Warriors characters I've created for roleplays, led me to creating this fanfiction. The prophecy is different than in the roleplay, as are the cats, but the history and home remains the same. There may be some similarities, but that is to be expected. I will be writing fresh chapters every week or two, as this is not a completed work and I am writing it as you, dear readers, follow along. Feel free to leave any comments on the thread, as I will be linking the chapters to the table of contents.

❖ Links ❖

≻ RockClan roleplay
≻ Prophecy
≻ Territory
≻ Warrior Code, Common Sicknesses, Prey and Predators
≻ Spirited. Boutique (characters)
≻ Allegiances

❖ Rules ❖

≻ Tess' rules apply (no swearing particularly).
≻ Be polite! I'm human, just as you are, and I have feelings too.
≻ If you are going to leave a comment, please make it constructive. If not, please at least three sentences.
≻ You can suggest ideas to incorporate into the plot - this includes conflicts, relationships and events that might make the story more interesting. In fact, this is encouraged!
≻ Please respect me as the writer. If I do not use your idea, please do not send me hate mail.
≻ Please do not steal Clan history or characters - they were all created by me and are my intellectual property.

My gallery · by **Spirited.** » Tue May 20, 2014 3:41 am

≻ Intro
≻ Brief History
≻ Prophecy
≻ Allegiances

≻ Prologue
≻ Chapter One
≻ Chapter Two

My gallery · by **Spirited.** » Tue May 20, 2014 3:41 am

The Clan's original home was a thickly wooded forest with towering oaks, lush pines and weeping willows. For moons, the Clan had been happy here, carrying out their warrior duties with pride and raising kits to carry on this tradition. Their happiness ended, however, a mere twenty-three moons ago, when their territory was invaded by Twolegs. The prey, along with the trees, slowly began to disappear and Falconstar, the leader at that time, decided it would be best for the Clan to leave and avoid its inevitable destruction. He renamed the Clan "BrokenClan", as they would be leaving their homeland. Before the Clan could leave for their new home, however, Falconstar was taken by Twolegs. It is believed he was killed by them, as Sparrowstar received all nine lives when she shared tongues with StarClan on the eve of her leader ceremony. It fell to the young tortoiseshell to lead the Clan to safety. Though she seemed inexperienced, she was wise in her decisions and precise with her actions. Sparrowstar led the Clan a sandy island, surrounded by water, which would be their new home for only the next two moons. The island was attacked by badgers, killing two cats - Brookfur and Shadefire, the deputy - and BrokenClan was forced out of the territory. For a moon they wandered, searching for a new place to stay, and finally found a new home on the plains. Here, new kits were born and new apprentices were named, giving hope back to the shaken members of the Clan. Though the territory was different than their old home in the forest, they soon began to adapt to the cold wind and long grass. This home too did not last long. A fire swept through the grasses, turning everything it touched into ash, including the young Darkpaw, the loyal Jayflight and the loving Greywind, who would not leave her dying mate behind. Forced to flee, Sparrowstar led BrokenClan to the mountains, where they sought shelter in a cave. They were forced out three moons later by a cougar that had once seemingly lived in the cave they sought refuge in. The first cat to be killed by the cougar was Shortwhisker, the medicine cat. Otterheart, his apprentice, blamed herself for his death, as she should have been with him when he was gathering herbs and the cougar attacked. Other victims of the cougar were Mottledstream and Smokeshade, both killed before the Clan decided to move on, as there was no hope of defeating the giant cat. The death of Smokeshade called for a new deputy and Sparrowstar chose the young Beetlewatcher, then having only 24 moons, much to the surprise of the whole Clan. Once more, the Clan wandered for a moon, following the mountain range until it began to turn into hills and, slowly, a rocky canyon. It was here that Sparrowstar spied a cliff wall with abandoned dens along its face and declared that this would be the new home of BrokenClan. Turning to the remaining Clan members, she proclaimed, "StarClan has guided us here to what is to be our new home! From now on we shall be called RockClan, as we shall not be defeated. We refuse to lose our home again and we will be as immovable as these rocks that make up our new one." Since then, the Clan has begun adapting to their new home. Though cracked pads are common and eating lizards everyday is not quite to everyone's taste, the Clan remains optimistic that this time, they will not be forced out of their home. They will be as immovable as rocks and fight for their new home, no matter the cost.

place ≻ reason for leaving ≻ time frame

forest ≻ Twoleg invasion ≻ departed 23 moons ago
island ≻ badger attack ≻ arrived 22 moons ago, departed 20 moons ago
plains ≻ fire ≻ arrived 19 moons ago, departed 12 moons ago
mountains ≻ cougar ≻ arrived 12 moons ago, departed 9 moons ago

canyon ≻ arrived 8 moons ago

My gallery · by **Spirited.** » Tue May 20, 2014 3:42 am

“Clouds are swirling, a storm is near,
Sightless eyes watch the sun disappear.
Ash and smoke and water rise,
The air is suddenly filled with flies.
A fire rages, the heat unfelt,
The earth begins to shake and melt.
A cat approaches - friend or foe?
It is up to you to know.

A little rock wakes in strange dreams,
A small rodent is not what it seems.
A flower with a nose so keen,
An ember knows what you truly mean.
Two birds that will confuse all,
One with sight, the other with a call.
They are what you need to find,
If you wish for survival for your kind.

The time is near, do not wait,
Or you will leave it up to fate.
An enemy lurks, unseen, unheard,
It's intentions remain undeterred.
It comes from the outside, it might have appeared,
Yet, the one on the inside is to be most feared.
A battle that washes the canyon blood red,
Perhaps it was easier to move on instead?
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My gallery · by **Spirited.** » Tue May 20, 2014 3:43 am

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L e a d e r

D e p u t y

M e d i c i n e -C a t

M e d i c i n e -C a t -A p p r e n t i c e

W a r r i o r s

A p p r e n t i c e s

Q u e e n s

K i t s

E l d e r s

R o g u e -C l a n

≻ Air | ♂ | 34 | white | amber | skeptical
≻ Ash | ♂ | 35 | grey | green | unintelligent
≻ Bird | ♂ | 10 | brown tabby | amber | mean
≻ Dark | ♀ | 28 | black | yellow | feisty
≻ Earth | ♀ | 37 | brown tabby | green | soft-spoken
≻ Fire | ♂ | 37 | ginger | amber | lost
≻ Forest | ♀ | 37 | brown tabby | amber | tough
≻ Frost | ♀ | 24 | white | green | sharp-tongued
≻ Ice | ♂ | 24 | white | blue | quick
≻ Leaf | ♀ | 14 | brown tabby | green | sneaky
≻ Lynx | ♂ | 14 | red-brown tabby | amber | arrogant
≻ Moon | ♂ | 19 | light tabby | green | smart
≻ Mouse | ♀ | 10 | brown tabby | green | silent
≻ Shadow | ♂ | 28 | black | amber | brash
≻ Smoke | ♂ | 42 | grey | amber | strong
≻ Snow | ♀ | 24 | white | green | flighty
≻ Storm | ♂ | 35 | dark grey tabby | green | cruel
≻ Stream | ♀ | 19 | blue-grey | blue | clever
≻ Sun | ♀ | 7 | ginger | amber | curious
≻ Water | ♀ | 29 | blue-grey | amber | quiet
≻ Wolf | ♂ | 14 | grey | yellow | proud

T r a i n i n g
mentor ≻ apprentice

Beetlewatcher ≻ Asterpaw
Frostwish ≻ Whitepaw
Mapleblossom ≻ Littlepaw
Otterheart ≻ Pebblepaw
Redblaze ≻ Starlingpaw
Runningheart ≻ Emberpaw

L o v e
❥ mates - - -➸ crush

Beartooth ❥ Gentlefern
Beetlewatcher ❥ Morningbreeze
Palethorn ❥ Dapplefeather
Redblaze ❥ Ripplestream
Runningheart ❥ Mapleblossom
Smokeshade ❥ Autumnleaf

K i n
❖ parents - - -✦ siblings

Beartooth, Gentlefern
❖ Beetlewatcher, Otterheart, Leafpelt, Martenfur

Goldfur, Mottledstream
❖ Autumnleaf, Runningheart, Sparrowstar

Jayflight, Greywind
❖ Palethorn, Gentlefern, Badgerclaw, Darkpaw, Silverhawk

Palethorn, Dapplefeather
❖ Mapleblossom, Emberpaw, Littlepaw, Whitepaw

Redblaze, Ripplestream
❖ Brightkit, Skykit

Smokeshade, Autumnleaf
❖ Crowkit, Kestrelkit

Thistleclaw, Brookfur
❖ Frostwish, Morningbreeze, Ripplestream

Asterpaw ✦ Pebblepaw ✦ Starlingpaw
Autumnleaf ✦ Runningheart ✦ Sparrowstar
Badgerclaw ✦ Darkpaw ✦ Silverhawk
Beetlewatcher ✦ Otterheart
Brightkit ✦ Skykit
Crowkit ✦ Kestrelpaw
Emberpaw ✦ Littlepaw ✦ Whitepaw
Frostwish ✦ Morningbreeze ✦ Ripplestream
Gentlefern ✦ Palethorn
Leafpelt ✦ Martenfur

S t a r C l a n
name | ♀/♂ | cause of death

Brookfur | ♀ | badgers
Crowkit | ♂ | stillborn
Dapplefeather | ♀ | kit-birth
Darkpaw | ♂ | fire
Falconstar | ♂ | Twolegs
Greywind | ♀ | fire
Jayflight | ♂ | died in fire
Mottledstream | ♀ | cougar
Shadefire | ♂ | badgers
Shortwhisker | ♂ | cougar
Smokeshade | ♂ | cougar

My gallery · by **Spirited.** » Tue May 20, 2014 3:44 am

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My gallery · by **Spirited.** » Tue May 20, 2014 4:04 pm

❖ P R O L O G U E ❖

- - - -Soft footfalls echoed off of the canyon walls as the patrol padded along. The cliffs around them were turning a vivid orange in the light of the setting sun and the air was just beginning to cool after a day of almost unbearable heat. The patrol stopped by the river that ran through the canyon to hydrate themselves before continuing on their way. They were headed for the south border of their territory, an outcropping from which one could look out onto the rest of the canyon. Not only was it a good place to admire the view, but it also provided a great lookout point for intruders. Many of the mentors also brought their apprentices there to do battle training, as the walls of the canyon opened up here and made it possible to stage practice fights. There was also the added danger of falling off of the outcropping, which made the adrenaline of the training all the more real.

- - - -Sparrowstar, who was at the head of the patrol, reached the south border first. Sitting down at the edge of the drop, she wrapped her tortoiseshell tail neatly over her paws and gazed out onto the canyon. Her green gaze was joined by the yellow one of Palethorn, who settled beside her.

- - - -"See anything in this blasted sunset?" the warrior asked her. Sparrowstar only gave a half-smile, continuing to the survey the landscape before her. After a couple of moments, she replied.

- - - -"I see beauty and danger and the hope of new life for us here." The white tom beside her stifled his snort at her words, but the tortoiseshell appeared unbothered.

- - - -"Though it may be hard to see something, it is much easier to hear," came a voice from Sparrowstar's other side. "Listen." Morningbreeze, the pretty she-cat who had spoken, pricked her ears and the other two did the same. Sure enough, something could be heard - the mewling of kits. Surprised, the tortoiseshell leader turned her head towards the sound, trying to figure out what its source was. She spotted it moments later, there, on a little cliff just below the outcropping they were sitting on, three little bodies - two grey and one black.

- - - -"How did you get there?" she wondered aloud before moving to hop down onto the ledge. Morningbreeze was quicker and the grey tabby leaped down, careful to avoid stepping on the three kits. Her blue eyes were filled with alarm as she sniffed at their bodies.

- - - -"They smell so strongly of milk, they can't be older than a moon," she said, looking up at Sparrowstar and Palethorn. "What should we do with them?" The pitiful mewling got louder and Morningbreeze wrapped her tail around the kits, holding them closer to her.

- - - -"I say we leave them," Palethorn growled. "We just got here, we don't need more mouths to feed!" Sparrowstar gazed at the white warrior, knowing that his harsh nature would not allow for helpless kits to take precedence over the rest of the Clan. His own kits had hardly ever gotten a visit from him in the nursery, even before his mate, Dapplefeather, died. Sighing, she turned back to the grey she-cat on the ledge below her and the three little kits.

- - - -"These three kits are proof that cats can survive in this canyon," she mused. "Perhaps it is a sign from StarClan that this really is our new home?" She knew Palethorn would scoff at the suggestion, but Morningbreeze seemed to accept it. Coming closer to the edge of the outcropping, Sparrowstar leaned down so that Morningbreeze could pass her one of the kits. Placing it on the outcropping, away from the drop, she turned back for the next. Once all three kits were safely off of the ledge and the grey she-cat with them, she turned to Palethorn.

- - - -"Take your pick. We'll each carry one back to the camp." Growling something that sounded very much like, "blasted she-cats", the white tom did as he was told and grabbed the black kit, leaving the two grey ones to Sparrowstar and Morningbreeze. As the patrol headed back to camp, the soft mewls of the kits resounded around them and the tortoiseshell leader couldn't help but feel that the three little ones really had been sent by StarClan. She had to believe it. If the canyon was not to be RockClan's permanent home, what was?

My gallery · by **fable;** » Fri May 23, 2014 10:49 am

I really like this! I hope to see more soon! Just make sure that when a new person speaks it is a new paragraph.

My gallery · by **Spirited.** » Fri May 23, 2014 10:57 am

Thanks so much for both of your reviews! I'll make sure to edit it right away

My gallery · by **Spirited.** » Wed May 28, 2014 5:23 pm

❖ C H A P T E R -O N E ❖

- - - -The copse of trees was alive with the calls of birds and the creaking of branches as the wind swept through them. The leaves were aflutter, creating a rustling noise that masked all others - including those of a light grey and beige cat as she stalked across the forest floor. Her green eyes were trained on one thing: a sparrow that chirped not far away in the branches of an oak tree.

- - - -The apprentice trotted with a certain skip in her step, her whiskers quivering and her ears pricked as she took in all that was around her. The she-cat's nose was raised, always moving as she used it to take in the scents around her and discover all of the things she was so curious about. Being so adventurous, as well as having such a keen sense of smell, made her want to explore as much as she could, despite the fact that she was being watched as she hunted.

- - - -Her nose was invaded by the scent of another cat and the light she-cat decided to ignore the forest around her, though it continued to call to the adventurous side of her, and turned to the task at hand. Approaching the oak tree, she sat at its base, green eyes gazing calmly up at the branches where the sparrow continued to sing, unaware of her presence. A small smile slipping onto her jaw, she turned away and padded over to the neighbouring oak, small claws digging into its bark as she began to climb.

- - - -Being so small, the ascent did not take very much effort on her part, and she was soon situated on a branch that hung just above where the sparrow was perched. Her nose continued to twitch as she scaled the length of the branch, careful to keep her claws out to avoid slipping and falling to the forest floor below. The scent of the sparrow was sharp and sweet and the she-cat felt her mouth water at the prospect of fresh-kill. Bunching her muscles beneath her, the apprentice sprang off of the branch and into the neighbouring tree, aiming for the branch where the sparrow waited.

- - - -Her aim was true and she caught the sparrow with one paw, digging her claws into the branch with the other. Just like that, the bird was hanging limp from her claws and she let it drop to the ground below, the smell of death beginning to tinge the sweetness of its scent. It was this new scent, the powerful and dark on of death, that caused her to close her eyes, swallowing as her mind was filled with horrible images.

- - - -But she was used to such interruptions; smells often reminded her of past events and she was beginning to learn how to shut them out, even if her approach was not all that effective yet. The images faded quickly and she opened her green orbs to see the black pelt of a cat picking at the bird she had dropped.

- - - -Yowling defiantly, she leaped from the branch, landing squarely on his shoulders. The raven-furred tom sprang away, hissing as the light apprentice began to laugh. Bending over to check if the sparrow was still in tact, she turned to her mentor.

- - - -"How'd I do this time, Beetlewatcher?" she asked, face lit up by a smile. The apprentice was aware that she had done well, especially with her decision to climb the neighbouring tree in order to get closer to her prey. It was a trick the black tom had taught her and she always made sure to take his words to heart. He was the deputy and a great hunter at that, making him the best mentor she could have hoped for.

- - - -"You did very well, Asterpaw," he replied calmly. "I didn't expect you to use that trick, but you definitely surprised me." Beetlewatcher's fur was not quite lying flat yet from the scare Asterpaw had given him when attacking him from above, and the apprentice enjoyed seeing the usually calm and collected tom slightly frazzled. It was not often that she could catch him off-guard.

- - - -With a flick of his black tail, he turned back in the direction of the RockClan camp. Obediently, Asterpaw followed, the sparrow hanging from her jaw. The camp was a long ways away and the sun was beginning to set. She heard Beetlewatcher calling for his sister, Otterheart, who had come with them to the little copse of trees near the Carrion Place to look for herbs. Catmint, in particular, grew here, and with leaf-fall swiftly approaching the medicine cat did not want to be left without the only herb that was known to cure greencough. If not for Otterheart's need to stock up the medicine storage, Asterpaw might have been hunting lizards in the canyon instead. The Carrion Place was only visited when certain herbs that only grew nearby were needed. Otherwise, it was strictly off limits, especially to apprentices like herself. Being the apprentice of the deputy certainly had its bonuses, though it also meant he was busier than other mentors.

- - - -The trio set off, Beetlewatcher and Asterpaw with prey in their mouths while Otterheart carried catmint in her own, the leaves invading Asterpaw's nose with their sharp scent. Fighting the urge to sneeze, the apprentice inhaled the smell of the sparrow instead and, though she tried to block out the images the smell of death brought with it, it was to no avail.

- - - -Dark and heavy clouds hung in the grey sky and the snarls of felines rose to meet the heavens. There was no light, but teeth and claws continued to glint in the darkness and the mismatched colours of eyes glowed through the gloom. The air was thick with the smell of blood, an unpleasant smell that left a metallic taste in one's mouth. Shrieks could be heard, as well as threats being delivered in low growls, almost too soft to hear.

- - - -"Those kits will be the death of us," someone growled. "Let go of them or it'll be your body bleeding on the ground and not theirs." The rest of the words were lost as cats began to argue, voices rising in volume until they were screeching over one another. The noise was suddenly joined by a smell, the one that tastes metallic, and yowls and screams and cries were heard, but the image was blurry and the colours too dark. Only a pair of yellow eyes, filled with hatred and cruelty, could be seen. The pupils shifted to meet Asterpaw's gaze and she could feel her heart begin to race.

- - - -Frightened by the images, the apprentice dropped the sparrow and the smell of death receded enough for her to be able to push the images away. Breathing hard, she stopped to collect herself and Beetlewatcher and Otterheart halted, watching her with wide eyes. Dropping his prey to the ground, Asterpaw's mentor approached her slowly so as not to scare her and wrapped his tail comfortingly around her, murmuring soothing words until his apprentice's breathing began to slow and soften, her body no longer quaking with the sharp breaths. It was not the first time he had had to deal with one of Asterpaw's flashbacks.

- - - -"I'll carry the fresh-kill for you," he whispered softly and Asterpaw just nodded. The feeling of failure filled her, but she refused to come near the sparrow. The images and sounds and scents of the flashback still filled her head and she was unwilling to have them repeat themselves. Falling into step behind her mentor as they continued back towards the camp, the light she-cat hung her head in defeat.

- - - -The grass under her paws soon turned to rocks and then into a plateau that lead to a canyon. The red rock under her paws was made brighter by the light of the setting sun and Asterpaw shuddered when she realized that it was almost the colour of blood. For some reason, she could almost smell that distinct scent that only blood had and taste the metal in her mouth, but the apprentice brushed it aside, thinking it to be a remnant from her vision.

- - - -Yet, the smell grew and the taste inched into her mouth until all she could taste was that metal. Her fur slowly beginning to rise on her scruff and back, Asterpaw raced past Beetlewatcher and Otterheart, who had not seemed to pick up on the scent yet. Noticing her agitation, the two sped up, following the she-cat as she raced off across the plateau.

- - - -The red rock ended in a steep cliff suddenly, but Asterpaw knew where the path leading down its side was and continued to run. Her claws provided a sort of grip on the rocks, meaning she could still travel quickly, though much more dangerously, down the canyon wall.

- - - -"Asterpaw, slow down!" she heard from behind her, but the smell of blood and death filled her nose and the apprentice was deaf and blind to all else around her. The path she was on wound down the cliff face and she followed it blindly, her keen sense of smell having taken over all here senses. The path went past the warriors den, which was the highest den on the cliff face, then past her own, continuing on past the medicine den, nursery and elders den before reaching an end on the canyon floor.

- - - -Hopping down the last few tail lengths to the ground, Asterpaw twisted her head around the camp, searching for the source of the scent. Her eyes landed on a cat that was being carried in, the body limp. Its tortoiseshell pelt was stained in places with blood, the source of the metallic taste, and, underneath the overwhelming smell of death, there was something else: poison.

- - - -The sky was beginning to darken and the air was filled with voices, rising up to the sky just as they had in her vision. The apprentice could feel her heart rate quickening once more as the memory pushed at the back of her mind, begging to be let in even though she tried her hardest to keep it at bay.

- - - -Flinching away from the scene, the apprentice turned to leave before the scents got too strong and sucked her back in to another flashback. Beetlewatcher and Otterheart rushed past her as she did so and her mentor said something to her, but Asterpaw could not be sure as to exactly what it was.

- - - -Cries that sounded very much like the name of RockClan's leader, Sparrowstar, rose behind her as she ran from the scene, her nose already picking out the scents of her siblings. If there was anyone who would be able to explain her flashback and why it was so similar to the scene before her, it would be one of them.

The Coming Storm ❖ A Warriors Fanfic

The Coming Storm ❖ A Warriors Fanfic

The Coming Storm ❖ Table of Contents

The Coming Storm ❖ Brief History

The Coming Storm ❖ Prophecy

The Coming Storm ❖ Allegiances

The Coming Storm ❖ Main Characters

Re: The Coming Storm ❖ Prologue

Re: The Coming Storm ❖ A Warriors Fanfic

Re: The Coming Storm ❖ A Warriors Fanfic

Re: The Coming Storm ❖ Chapter 1

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