Cavernclan
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Thread Topic: Cavernclan
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Bye!)
Crowkit: "C'mon, relax. I'll make sure you two are never left alone." I try once more to comfort him.
Heatherkit: I roll my eyes at Crowkit again, then in a softer voice, I adress the one eared tabby. "I promise, she's kinder than she implies. Her temper tends to control her, but Starclan has warned her to control it." I meow quietly. Then, I pad out of the nursery to look for Nettlestar. Last night I had a dream I want to discuss with her...
(Flashback to dream)
Heatherkit stood in a starry feild, some unseen breeze gently ruffling her chest fur. She glanced up in surprise as a tiny sparkling shape descended towards her. "R-Riverkit?" She asked. He matched Finchbreeze's descriptions well enough. A dark brown kit with long legs and deep blue eyes. His white muzzle opened up and he begins to speak. "Heatherkit, I have been studying the signs, and Starclan has sent me to warn you. A fire will rage through the forest. Enemies will die, but your clan won't go without sacrifice." Heatherkit nodded, looking worried. Her half brother faded away and she woke up. -
"She'll kill me!" Blizzardkit meowed, still unconvinced.
Nettlestar was out in the main part of camp, eating a vole. -
Heatherkit: I pad determinedly towards the leader. "Nettlestar, we need to talk. It's about something my half-brother Riverkit said in a dream."
Crowkit: I desperately look around and spy Clearpaw, the pale cream colored apprentice with dark green eyes. I ask her to help, but she admits that she has to go train. Grumbling, I come back to where Blizzardkit is panicking. "Can I help?" -
"The only way to help would be for Finchbreeze to still be a queen!" Blizzardkit cried.
"Come into my den." Nettlestar meowed, dropping the Half-eaten vole. She started towards her den. -
Heatherkit followed briskly, taking a shaky breath before entering.
Clearpaw was deep in the woods when she picked up the faintest scent of smoke. Her forest green eyes widened and she rushed back towards the tunnels.
Crowkit: "I'm not sure about that..." I meow, discouraged. -
"What was this dream about?" Nettlestar sat in the darkest corner of her den, only her eyes visable in the gloom.
"You see!" Blizzardkit was still frantic. -
Crowkit: I sigh, feeling defeated. "I'm sorry, I wish I could help." I say sincerely. "At least we'll all be out of the nursery soon!"
Heatherkit: "In my dream, he said that Starclan said a fire would attack the forest. And soon. He also said it would kill our enemies, but also hurt us." I explained carefully. -
"The 'enemies' might be the rouges. Or just a cat's enemy. A fire attack, though? A cat, maybe?" Nettlestar muttered out loud.
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Can you read my last two cat bios? If its ok with you, can Gullfeather come to the camp with her kits and maybe join?)
Heatherkit: "I'm not sure...Maybe it's Jayclan?" (The fire will kill Storm, that's what people voted.) -
(Sure! The more, the merrier! But I GTG to bed... bye!)
"I don't think so..." Nettlesta murmured. -
Me too. XD Bye!)
Gullfeather: I pad into the abandoned looking tunnel. My fur is matted, my eyes wild and fearful. I carry Nightkit and Jaggedkit by their scruffy, while Stormkit lays, exhausted, on my back. My legs tremble and give out, and I'm suddenly on the ground. The last thing I remember was smelling another cat, then everything faded out...
Clearpaw: I gently placed the kits on the she cat's back and dragged them to camp. "Nettlestar! Ravenmoon! Finchbreeze! Stormeye! Anybody, help! Get Howlingpool!" I yowl into the main tunnel. -
Everyone please join the "Wolves of Memoria" thread! Pretty please!)
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Howlingpool's hackles raised for a moment. "Thunderclaw!" Then he calmed down. "Oh boy." It was silent for a moment. Then he heard Clearpaw call his name. "Stay here Windpaw!" He called and he ran out of the tunnel. He found a she-cat and a bunch of kits. (I don't know how old they are but i'm just gonna say this) "Lionstripe, Whiskerfur and Badgerclaw! Take these kits
To a queen to suckle them!" If we still have those. He though. He carried the she-cat on his strong back to the med. den, and layed her down on a bed of moss. -
The kits are five moons old. Nightkit is a black female with white star-like patterns and turquoise eyes. Stormkit is a large light gray tom with blue eyes, and Jaggedkit is an undersized white tom with black tabby stripes and brown paws, with yellow eyes.)
Gullfeather: I moan softly and open my eyes. I must've fallen asleep... Suddenly I realize I'm not where I had been before. "W-where are my kits!?" I yowl, struggling to stand on my shaky legs. -
"Relax, your kits are in safe paws. They are in our nursery." Howlingpool meowed.
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