Post by MissMisty on Nov 19, 2018 16:00:35 GMT -5
Hi! Hi! Hey there! Thanks for checking in! So, uh, this is my entry (???) for the WFF Thanksgiving Potluck, hosted by the great Mintedstar/fur. This is a Warriors x Voltron Crossover (well, of course it is, look at the banner!) which features the main characters as cats. The main characters are Keith (Ravenflight) and Lance (Foxheart (yes, his name is Foxheart, I ran out of ideas)). Yes, this is literally a Klance fanfiction with cats. Yes, they are both boys (fUlL hOmO). Also may include Shadam (I'm still deciding).
If you don't know what Voltron is, don't worry! You will still be able to read the fanfic and appreciate and relate with the characters, like any other person
I think I've run out of things to say, so... jump on the bandwagon and have some fun!
The chill of leaf-bare cut through WindClan camp like the claws of a tiger. Ravenflight stretched, uncurling his long tail from his skinny black frame.
Groaning, the young tom staggered upright, nearly tripping over Amberlight, a small gray she-cat asleep with her nose stuffed into her tail. He cast a glance around and sighed- of course, he was the first warrior awake.
As green-leaf had slowly transitioned as leaf-fall, and soon leaf-bare, some of the cats of WindClan had grown a tendency to sleep in late. This led to Ravenflight always being the first to wake up… which also led to various occasions of a warrior waking up to find the black cat. Just. Staring. Ominously. At them. Of course, a new rule had been put into place: when a cat first opened its eyes in the morning, that meant that a new day had started for them, and they were to start their duties immediately.
Again, it wasn’t like Ravenflight was against these rules. As an apprentice, he’d worked strenuously when he was training- he had fought the hardest, ran the fastest. Primed his battle moves to perfection. He’d heard the elders whispering about how easily he could be deputy, once he had the qualifications. This had only fueled his aspiration to be the best he could be.
But that wasn’t his main source of power. Oh, no, no, no. For every cat has something- a specific attribute. This is what fuels them, what pushes them to do certain things… sometimes, it can tear a creature apart…
For Ravenflight, it was loyalty. Deep, deep bonds to his clan, and leader, Featherstar. Ever since he was apprenticed, he’d always been dedicated to the warrior code. He’d gone to great measures to make sure she’d noticed his diligence and perseverance, and he intended on continuing to. The only problem is, this story isn’t just about Ravenflight. Little did he know, something (or someone) would enter- and change- his life forever.
With a sigh, he slowly padded outside, pawsteps thrumming on the ground in a steady rhythm. He had no idea were he was going, and merely just followed the path his paws had automatically set themselves on, not clearly focusing on any activities going on around him.
Miraculously, he found himself at the fresh-kill pile. He nosed aside a plump rabbit and a crow and pulled out a small grouse. His stomach practically howled at him for something bigger, but he forced the thought back. The bigger catches could go to the elders and the queens in the nursery.
The clan must come first…~
But he was abruptly snapped out of his train of thought by a voice in by his ear. After a second, he realised that it was his name, that he was being addressed. Annoyance cut through the sleepiness and he turned his head quite sharply around, resisting the urge to allow his neck fur to spike up, instead forcing it to lie flat.
“Ravenflight.” Alderthorn repeated, concern lighting up his gaze. Ravenflight blinked a few times, then nodded at the clan deputy, ears pricking up.
“Are you okay there? You seemed distracted.” Alderthorn continued. Ravenflight swallowed and managed to force out a few words despite the emotions raging all over the place inside him. “Me? Distracted? Psh-” He tried to play it off as if nothing was wrong…
And it seemed to work. Alderthorn brightened immediately, his worry replaced by seriousness. “Good, because I’d like you to go on a singular patrol down the Thunderpath. Even though it’s usually ThunderClan's problem, Willowpool is getting worried that ShadowClan might try to take advantage of the prey shortage and cross the border.” As the brown cat hammered out the details, Ravenflight drew himself up to his full height, determined to not be distracted by the thoughts that had badgered him before.
After Alderthorn had finished the briefing, Ravenflight bid him goodbye and trotted out of the hollow. The morning air was crisp and fresh, and he breathed in a lungful of it eagerly. He studied the path he would be taking in his mind, and decided that he could run to the border for a warm-up.
Ravenflight bounded forward, feeling his spine curve into a familiar and comfortable position, before flattening himself out again, stretching forward and tucking his back legs in each time his paws left the ground.
This is what Ravenflight loved most about being a WindClan cat. This wonderful feeling of ecstasy as he sped over the moorland, feeling the wind in his fur, that he could fly if he tried hard enough.
And honestly, who would trade it for anything else?