Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 22, 2016 6:45:19 GMT -5
I was digging through my old files bc I'm trying to make some room on my harddrive and I found this.
I don't really know what to think of it:
“Starclan’s Devine Wish.”
Oakclan
Leader:
Birchstar – kind dark ginger tom with blue eyes.
Deputy:
Wildtail - light ginger tom with paler underbelly and darker stripes across pelt and legs.
Medicine Cat:
Frostwhisker - pale grey she-cat with very long whiskers, black ears, paws and stripes on tail. White underbelly and stripe down back.
Apprentices:
None, currently.
Warriors:
Webdust – Dark grey she-cat with spotted stripes. White tail tip and white chest.
Ruby – An ex-kittypet with albinoism. Has very light grey stripes and light grey paws. His backright paw is a little bit darker and he still wears a bright red collar.
Fawnleaf – a dark ginger cat with white spots all down back. White tail tip and white paws. Green eyes. Kind but a little naïve.
Greypelt – A grey tom with white paws and a white face.
Liontail – A fluffy finger tom with a fluffed up tail tip.
Birdclaw – A white she-cat with ginger paws.
Queens:
Rainflight – light blue she cat, with pale blue eyes. Recently had a litter of four kits.
Kits:
Littlekit – A grey tom with a lighter grey neck. Black ears with a white mask. Paws are a lighter grey.
Tigerkit – A small grey-blue tom with a striped tail.
Bearkit – very fluffy blue she-kit with wide blue eyes.
Lightkit – light grey she-kit with white paws.
Oakclan was rather new. It had only seen three cats go through leadership of all their nine lives. Birchstar had been chosen by Hawkstar after growing up with the cat as a kit. Hawkstar had drowned in the stream several fox lengths away from the camp. The clan was a hodpoge of rogues and loners who didn’t have a home. After several generations, the clan ‘blood’ couldn’t really be considered pure. Because of how small the clans were, the leader of such did not mind that cats found loves outside the clan, but there was one rule – the mate of the clan cat had to join the clan or give their kits over should they wish to leave. It was cruel, yes, but it was clan law within Oakclan and all cats accepted it. Most cats were now old enough to be warriors and there was no apprentices left within in the clan.
Birchstar was sunning himself on dirtmound that sat in the middle of camp. It was slightly elevated and it allowed him to address the clan when he had called a meeting. He rolled onto his stomach and rested his head on his paws. There was only one kitting queen this season, and he worried that if they did not get apprentices soon – it would be six moons before these kits could become apprentices – the clan would die out. A clan needed apprentices like it needed food. Apprentices kept the clan alive.
A yowl made his ears perk up, looking over at the nursery.
Frostwhisker emerged from the medicine den, her long whiskers twitching, her ears perked forwards the den. Another yowl followed and she disappeared back into her den. Birchstar sat up, curling his short tail around his ginger paws, watching as Frostwhisker emerged once again herbs and a stick in her jaws. She disappeared into the nursery. Ears twitching, Birchstar climbed down from the dirtmound and moved over to his deputy.
Wildtail was sitting under the awning of the warrior’s den, hungrily digging into a mouse, oblivious of what was going on. “Wildtail.” The tom looked up when Birchstar addressed him. “Go find Greypelt and inform him that his kits are on their way.” The ginger tom nodded eagerly.
“Yes Birchstar.” He jumped up and raced towards the camp exit. Birchstar had to duck to avoid being hit by the tom’s unusually long tail. He let out a quiet chuckle as he moved over to the nursery.
The ginger tom ducked in and grimaced in sympathy at the panting light blue she-cat. Frostwhisker turned to him, looking hopeful before her expression dropped. “Birchstar, lovely to see you.” She said quickly and he couldn’t help but hear a bitterness in her tone. He opened his mouth to ask, but she cut him off, tail flicking. “Are you hear to help me?”
Birchstar was taken aback. “No, I –”
“Are you the father of these kits?” Frostwhisker demanded, stepping towards him. Oh, that’s what she was doing. Ears flat, Birchstar backed out of the nursery. Greypelt streamed past him and disappeared. His patrol was loitering around the camp, most looking at the nursery. Wildtail had returned to his mouse, chewing thoughtfully. Webdust, Fawnleaf, Ruby, Liontail and Birdclaw all looked up when Birchstar left the den, nodding in greeting.
The sun was starting to set when Frostwhisker emerged again, ears perked up but looking tired. “We have three healthy kits.” She explained to the clan, opening her mouth to say something else but was interrupted by happy yowls of joy.
“Silence!” Birchstar’s cry silenced the clan and all eyes turned to him. “Frostwhisker, please continue.” The white medicine cat nodded.
“Thank you Birchstar.” She mewed, looking up at the rest of the clans. “There was a fourth kit. A small tom, I worry that he may not survive, but that was not the problem…” Her voice trailed off, “Starclan sent me a message about this …” she struggled for a word. “This little runt. Starclan has something big for him.”
Frostwhisker ducked her head and disappeared back into the nursery.
--
Two moons past. Rainflight’s kittens grew well, the little runt, named Littlekit by his father, had survived his first night and was getting along well with the rest of the clan. At two moons old, Littlekit was only the size of his sister at one moon. His siblings, Tigerkit, named after his striped tail, Lightkit, named after her grey fur and Bearkit, named after her fluffy blue fur, didn’t particularly enjoy playing with their brother, but always tolerated it because their mother said they had to. Littlekit had a lot of spirit that Birchstar didn’t see in his siblings.
He had discussed it with Wildtail and Greypelt, asking them if he should rush their apprentice ceremony and make them apprentices earlier. Wildtail had been reluctant, but Greypelt had agreed, as had their mother with little reluctance, which had confused Birchstar at first.
He had spoken to Frostwhisker about it, she had been adamant that it not happen because that is exactly how kits die. He had convinced her eventually, though she was still very against the idea. She had explained that Rainflight had agreed because she had not imprinted on the kits like mothers should. She wanted nothing to do with them.
Birchstar sighed as he returned to the camp clearing. He jumped over to dirtmound and curled his tail over his paws. “Cats of Oakclan, join me at dirtmound for a clan meeting.”
The warriors emerged from their den, Greypelt had his tail around his kits who were running around the clearing giggling. Only Littlekit stayed in front of Birchstar, the leader looked down at the small grey kit.
“Cats of Oakclan.” He stood up and paced back and forth. “As you all know, our clan has no apprentices. We have four kits who are two moons old. It has been a serious decicion between myself, Rainflight, Greypelt and Frostwhisker to make these kits apprentices.” The three kits who had been running around stopped and scrambled up to the foot of dirtmound. Bearkit knocked Littlekit over and he made a sound of protest, scrambling up the dirtmound. His little claws sent rivets of dirt down as he climbed up. He stood in front of Birchstar, looking up at him. His little tail lashed angrily.
“Birchstar you can’t!” He yelped, his little voice was high. “It’s against the Warrior code and Starclan told me not to let you!” He blinked wide green eyes at his clan leader.
“Littlekit, when did Starclan talk to you?” Frostwhisker asked from beside dirtmound, stepping up and picking up Littlekit by the scruff of his neck.
“W-when I sleep!” He turned his head to look at Frostwhisker. “A cat with stars in his fur told me not to become an apprentice until I’m six moons!”
“Littlekit, don’t be so foxbrained!” Bearkit called angrily. “I want to become an apprentice now!” She bounced up and down and looked at Birchstar. “Please Birchstar!”
Frostwhisker gave Birchstar a scathing look, but he nodded anyway. “Littlekit, if you want to wait you can.” He told the kit in a very condescending tone. The medicine cat placed the young kit on the ground, who nodded tearfully.
The apprentice ceremony went on easily, Starclan did nothing to protest, but afterwards, Birchstar saw Littlekit sulking around the nursery. “Don’t be so down, Littlekit.” The leader told him, “if Starclan didn’t want this, then they would have sent a cloud to cover the sun. Don’t listen to dreams about starrycats. If Starclan wanted us to know something, they would have sent the message to Frostwhisker.”
Littlekit glared at him as he walked away. Birchstar didn’t understand. Starclan had been walking in his dreams ever since the day that Frostwhisker helped him breathe.
He hung his head, wondering what exactly Starclan wanted with him. That night, he dreamed of them again. The same tom with stars in his fur spoke to him again. Told him that he had made the right decision to wait. When Littlekit asked for the tom’s name, he responded that it was Hawkstar and he had been the leader before Birchstar. Littlekit expressed his hatred for Birchstar with a hiss.
Hawkstar told Littlekit that he was going to become a warrior – like he had always wanted – but he would be a liaison with Starclan, like a medicine cat but not, because something was coming…. Littlekit woke up before Hawkstar could tell him what was going to happen.
Moons passed, and his siblings were made warriors in the same ceremony as his apprentice ceremony. Bearpaw became Bearfur, Tigerkit became Tigertail and Lightkit became Lightheart. Littlekit received Fawnleaf as a mentor and she had been delighted.
His training went superbly and as he grew, Littlepaw realised that he had not had another dream from Starclan since the night after his siblings became apprentices. He was disappointed, and he wondered if it really was because they were just dreams little Birchstar had said. Silly ramblings of a kit who thought they would walk with the stars.
Two weeks after he had been made a warrior, Bearfur and Lightheart were killed by a fox, believing that because they were warriors, they could take on the creature alone.
Tigertail had blamed Birchstar, shouted at him that it was all his fault and had run off. He had returned to camp a day later and had apologised to Littlepaw for being so mean to him, and admitted that they should have waited like he did. His body was found at the stream’s edge the next morning. Littlepaw took it very hard and hid away in the apprentices den for several days. He didn’t eat, and he didn’t drink. It was Frostwhisker who had pulled him out of his rut. They had walked together and Frostwhisker had told him the vision that she had had when he was born. It had been a mess, but over the moons of knowing him, Frostwhisker had realised the meaning. Littlepaw was going to be a great cat, a cat who won’t save the clans, but will be great because he will be able to talk to Starclan without having to go to StarDen, a den a day’s travel away from camp where Medicine Cats could go to speak to Starclan.
Littlepaw had the power to be able to walk with Starclan without even closing his eyes.
After that talk, Littlepaw felt better. He still had his father – Rainflight had left the clan after her daughters had been killed. She had not loved them, but the thought of not seeing her kits again had ruined her clan experience. Birchstar had let her go.
After one of their training sessions, Fawnleaf had told him that she had trained as a medicine cat when she was his age, but realised that she was better at hunting. By the time he was ten moons old, Fawnleaf had declared that he was better than her, her voice had been jealous, so Littlepaw knew that she was telling the truth.
At fourteen moons, Birchstar declared that he was going to be made a warrior at the next full moon. Greypelt had been delighted.
Littlepaw not so. He wondered what would happen to him when he became a full warrior. He stepped out of then den at midnight, looking up to the halfmoon. He stepped over and onto dirtmound, looking up at the moon.
“Starclan.” He spoke softly, so not to wake up his slumbering clanmates. “Why did you chose me for this?” He asked, blinking. He looked down at his white paws before looking back up to the sky. The stars shifted and turned into cats. He recognised the cat that appeared. “Hawkstar,” He nodded his head in greeting, moving to touch noses with the old leader. The old cat smiled.
“Littlepaw,” he smiled at the young cat, pacing around him, leaving stars in his wake. Littlepaw watched, awed. “There is something great and terrible coming, your limits will be tested you will have your defining moment. Good luck, Littlepaw.” Hawkstar stepped away and leapt back into the sky.
Littlepaw watched, head tilted. The cracking of branches behind him made him pause as he made his way back to the den. A hiss followed and three large cats prowled into the clearing. “Intruders!” Littlepaw yowled as loud as he could before the biggest cat snarled and leapt on top of him.
The battle raged, cats coming out everywhere. The attackers didn’t check to see if they had killed the cats they had attacked, Littlepaw was left watching as Birchstar was met with the large cat. The leader smirked at the intruding cat before turning around and slashing at his own warriors. Littlepaw made a loud sound of protest, yowling aloud when one of the cats grabbed onto the end of his tail.
Littlepaw screamed, feeling his tail pulled. Another cat snarled and jumped on his side, digging sharp claws into his pelt. Littlepaw tried to fight back, he screamed for help but it didn’t come. He cried for Starclan to help him.
He didn’t know what happened after that.
Voices woke him up, he blinked his eyes open, but he couldn’t see. Panic welled in his chest and his sat up abruptly, letting out a yelp. He tried to flick his ears, but he couldn’t feel them. A sob welled in his chest, memories of what had happened crashed into him like falling tree. He stood, quivering. He tried to wrap his tail around himself but he couldn’t feel it. “No! No, no!” he helped, opening his mouth to scream something, when a familiar scent wrapped around him. “F-frostwhisker?” He sobbed, stretching his neck out to try and feel for the she-cat.
“Littlepaw, shh..” She murmured, nuzzling the side of his face. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m okay.”
Littlepaw was hiccupping, sobs caught in his throat. “Frostwhisker… what happened?”
“Starclan saved your life. When you screamed for them, all of Oakclan’s fallen warriors appeared. They chased off the rouges and Birchstar.” She nuzzled him again. “Come on, everyone wants to see you.” She pressed her pelt to his and led him out of the den. He could only scent a few cats, Wildtail, Fawnleaf, who jumped him, nuzzling into his neckfur. He let out a weak chuckle, turning his head to see who else he could scent. Webdust and Ruby stood off to the side.
He looked at Wildtail, “Wildstar?” He asked softly, remembering what had happened with Birchstar.
“No,” he responded. “We’re not a clan anymore Littlepaw. We can’t be.”
Littlepaw frowned, knowing that his ears would drop if he still had them, he winced at the thought.
“Wildtail, Fawnleaf, Webdust, Ruby and Frostwhisker.” Littlepaw stepped forward. “Starclan told me that something was going to happen. Hawkstar wouldn’t tell me what but he told me that it would be my defining moment … I think that this was meant to happen to us.” He paused, shifting on his paws. “We have to go, leave Oakclan behind.”
He looked around at his clanmates – no – his friends, knowing that they could see him doing so.
“We have to tell the clans about Birchstar and these rogues.”
He paused for a moment and he felt Frostwhisker’s nose on his cheek.
She spoke to the gathered cats, “in the absence of a leader and a deputy, I hereby give Littlepaw his warrior name. From henceforth, he shall be known as Littlewish, in accordance with Strachan Devine.”
They chanted Littlewish’s name until the sun went down. They left their territory and Oakclan was no more.
I don't really know what to think of it:
“Starclan’s Devine Wish.”
Oakclan
Leader:
Birchstar – kind dark ginger tom with blue eyes.
Deputy:
Wildtail - light ginger tom with paler underbelly and darker stripes across pelt and legs.
Medicine Cat:
Frostwhisker - pale grey she-cat with very long whiskers, black ears, paws and stripes on tail. White underbelly and stripe down back.
Apprentices:
None, currently.
Warriors:
Webdust – Dark grey she-cat with spotted stripes. White tail tip and white chest.
Ruby – An ex-kittypet with albinoism. Has very light grey stripes and light grey paws. His backright paw is a little bit darker and he still wears a bright red collar.
Fawnleaf – a dark ginger cat with white spots all down back. White tail tip and white paws. Green eyes. Kind but a little naïve.
Greypelt – A grey tom with white paws and a white face.
Liontail – A fluffy finger tom with a fluffed up tail tip.
Birdclaw – A white she-cat with ginger paws.
Queens:
Rainflight – light blue she cat, with pale blue eyes. Recently had a litter of four kits.
Kits:
Littlekit – A grey tom with a lighter grey neck. Black ears with a white mask. Paws are a lighter grey.
Tigerkit – A small grey-blue tom with a striped tail.
Bearkit – very fluffy blue she-kit with wide blue eyes.
Lightkit – light grey she-kit with white paws.
Oakclan was rather new. It had only seen three cats go through leadership of all their nine lives. Birchstar had been chosen by Hawkstar after growing up with the cat as a kit. Hawkstar had drowned in the stream several fox lengths away from the camp. The clan was a hodpoge of rogues and loners who didn’t have a home. After several generations, the clan ‘blood’ couldn’t really be considered pure. Because of how small the clans were, the leader of such did not mind that cats found loves outside the clan, but there was one rule – the mate of the clan cat had to join the clan or give their kits over should they wish to leave. It was cruel, yes, but it was clan law within Oakclan and all cats accepted it. Most cats were now old enough to be warriors and there was no apprentices left within in the clan.
Birchstar was sunning himself on dirtmound that sat in the middle of camp. It was slightly elevated and it allowed him to address the clan when he had called a meeting. He rolled onto his stomach and rested his head on his paws. There was only one kitting queen this season, and he worried that if they did not get apprentices soon – it would be six moons before these kits could become apprentices – the clan would die out. A clan needed apprentices like it needed food. Apprentices kept the clan alive.
A yowl made his ears perk up, looking over at the nursery.
Frostwhisker emerged from the medicine den, her long whiskers twitching, her ears perked forwards the den. Another yowl followed and she disappeared back into her den. Birchstar sat up, curling his short tail around his ginger paws, watching as Frostwhisker emerged once again herbs and a stick in her jaws. She disappeared into the nursery. Ears twitching, Birchstar climbed down from the dirtmound and moved over to his deputy.
Wildtail was sitting under the awning of the warrior’s den, hungrily digging into a mouse, oblivious of what was going on. “Wildtail.” The tom looked up when Birchstar addressed him. “Go find Greypelt and inform him that his kits are on their way.” The ginger tom nodded eagerly.
“Yes Birchstar.” He jumped up and raced towards the camp exit. Birchstar had to duck to avoid being hit by the tom’s unusually long tail. He let out a quiet chuckle as he moved over to the nursery.
The ginger tom ducked in and grimaced in sympathy at the panting light blue she-cat. Frostwhisker turned to him, looking hopeful before her expression dropped. “Birchstar, lovely to see you.” She said quickly and he couldn’t help but hear a bitterness in her tone. He opened his mouth to ask, but she cut him off, tail flicking. “Are you hear to help me?”
Birchstar was taken aback. “No, I –”
“Are you the father of these kits?” Frostwhisker demanded, stepping towards him. Oh, that’s what she was doing. Ears flat, Birchstar backed out of the nursery. Greypelt streamed past him and disappeared. His patrol was loitering around the camp, most looking at the nursery. Wildtail had returned to his mouse, chewing thoughtfully. Webdust, Fawnleaf, Ruby, Liontail and Birdclaw all looked up when Birchstar left the den, nodding in greeting.
The sun was starting to set when Frostwhisker emerged again, ears perked up but looking tired. “We have three healthy kits.” She explained to the clan, opening her mouth to say something else but was interrupted by happy yowls of joy.
“Silence!” Birchstar’s cry silenced the clan and all eyes turned to him. “Frostwhisker, please continue.” The white medicine cat nodded.
“Thank you Birchstar.” She mewed, looking up at the rest of the clans. “There was a fourth kit. A small tom, I worry that he may not survive, but that was not the problem…” Her voice trailed off, “Starclan sent me a message about this …” she struggled for a word. “This little runt. Starclan has something big for him.”
Frostwhisker ducked her head and disappeared back into the nursery.
--
Two moons past. Rainflight’s kittens grew well, the little runt, named Littlekit by his father, had survived his first night and was getting along well with the rest of the clan. At two moons old, Littlekit was only the size of his sister at one moon. His siblings, Tigerkit, named after his striped tail, Lightkit, named after her grey fur and Bearkit, named after her fluffy blue fur, didn’t particularly enjoy playing with their brother, but always tolerated it because their mother said they had to. Littlekit had a lot of spirit that Birchstar didn’t see in his siblings.
He had discussed it with Wildtail and Greypelt, asking them if he should rush their apprentice ceremony and make them apprentices earlier. Wildtail had been reluctant, but Greypelt had agreed, as had their mother with little reluctance, which had confused Birchstar at first.
He had spoken to Frostwhisker about it, she had been adamant that it not happen because that is exactly how kits die. He had convinced her eventually, though she was still very against the idea. She had explained that Rainflight had agreed because she had not imprinted on the kits like mothers should. She wanted nothing to do with them.
Birchstar sighed as he returned to the camp clearing. He jumped over to dirtmound and curled his tail over his paws. “Cats of Oakclan, join me at dirtmound for a clan meeting.”
The warriors emerged from their den, Greypelt had his tail around his kits who were running around the clearing giggling. Only Littlekit stayed in front of Birchstar, the leader looked down at the small grey kit.
“Cats of Oakclan.” He stood up and paced back and forth. “As you all know, our clan has no apprentices. We have four kits who are two moons old. It has been a serious decicion between myself, Rainflight, Greypelt and Frostwhisker to make these kits apprentices.” The three kits who had been running around stopped and scrambled up to the foot of dirtmound. Bearkit knocked Littlekit over and he made a sound of protest, scrambling up the dirtmound. His little claws sent rivets of dirt down as he climbed up. He stood in front of Birchstar, looking up at him. His little tail lashed angrily.
“Birchstar you can’t!” He yelped, his little voice was high. “It’s against the Warrior code and Starclan told me not to let you!” He blinked wide green eyes at his clan leader.
“Littlekit, when did Starclan talk to you?” Frostwhisker asked from beside dirtmound, stepping up and picking up Littlekit by the scruff of his neck.
“W-when I sleep!” He turned his head to look at Frostwhisker. “A cat with stars in his fur told me not to become an apprentice until I’m six moons!”
“Littlekit, don’t be so foxbrained!” Bearkit called angrily. “I want to become an apprentice now!” She bounced up and down and looked at Birchstar. “Please Birchstar!”
Frostwhisker gave Birchstar a scathing look, but he nodded anyway. “Littlekit, if you want to wait you can.” He told the kit in a very condescending tone. The medicine cat placed the young kit on the ground, who nodded tearfully.
The apprentice ceremony went on easily, Starclan did nothing to protest, but afterwards, Birchstar saw Littlekit sulking around the nursery. “Don’t be so down, Littlekit.” The leader told him, “if Starclan didn’t want this, then they would have sent a cloud to cover the sun. Don’t listen to dreams about starrycats. If Starclan wanted us to know something, they would have sent the message to Frostwhisker.”
Littlekit glared at him as he walked away. Birchstar didn’t understand. Starclan had been walking in his dreams ever since the day that Frostwhisker helped him breathe.
He hung his head, wondering what exactly Starclan wanted with him. That night, he dreamed of them again. The same tom with stars in his fur spoke to him again. Told him that he had made the right decision to wait. When Littlekit asked for the tom’s name, he responded that it was Hawkstar and he had been the leader before Birchstar. Littlekit expressed his hatred for Birchstar with a hiss.
Hawkstar told Littlekit that he was going to become a warrior – like he had always wanted – but he would be a liaison with Starclan, like a medicine cat but not, because something was coming…. Littlekit woke up before Hawkstar could tell him what was going to happen.
Moons passed, and his siblings were made warriors in the same ceremony as his apprentice ceremony. Bearpaw became Bearfur, Tigerkit became Tigertail and Lightkit became Lightheart. Littlekit received Fawnleaf as a mentor and she had been delighted.
His training went superbly and as he grew, Littlepaw realised that he had not had another dream from Starclan since the night after his siblings became apprentices. He was disappointed, and he wondered if it really was because they were just dreams little Birchstar had said. Silly ramblings of a kit who thought they would walk with the stars.
Two weeks after he had been made a warrior, Bearfur and Lightheart were killed by a fox, believing that because they were warriors, they could take on the creature alone.
Tigertail had blamed Birchstar, shouted at him that it was all his fault and had run off. He had returned to camp a day later and had apologised to Littlepaw for being so mean to him, and admitted that they should have waited like he did. His body was found at the stream’s edge the next morning. Littlepaw took it very hard and hid away in the apprentices den for several days. He didn’t eat, and he didn’t drink. It was Frostwhisker who had pulled him out of his rut. They had walked together and Frostwhisker had told him the vision that she had had when he was born. It had been a mess, but over the moons of knowing him, Frostwhisker had realised the meaning. Littlepaw was going to be a great cat, a cat who won’t save the clans, but will be great because he will be able to talk to Starclan without having to go to StarDen, a den a day’s travel away from camp where Medicine Cats could go to speak to Starclan.
Littlepaw had the power to be able to walk with Starclan without even closing his eyes.
After that talk, Littlepaw felt better. He still had his father – Rainflight had left the clan after her daughters had been killed. She had not loved them, but the thought of not seeing her kits again had ruined her clan experience. Birchstar had let her go.
After one of their training sessions, Fawnleaf had told him that she had trained as a medicine cat when she was his age, but realised that she was better at hunting. By the time he was ten moons old, Fawnleaf had declared that he was better than her, her voice had been jealous, so Littlepaw knew that she was telling the truth.
At fourteen moons, Birchstar declared that he was going to be made a warrior at the next full moon. Greypelt had been delighted.
Littlepaw not so. He wondered what would happen to him when he became a full warrior. He stepped out of then den at midnight, looking up to the halfmoon. He stepped over and onto dirtmound, looking up at the moon.
“Starclan.” He spoke softly, so not to wake up his slumbering clanmates. “Why did you chose me for this?” He asked, blinking. He looked down at his white paws before looking back up to the sky. The stars shifted and turned into cats. He recognised the cat that appeared. “Hawkstar,” He nodded his head in greeting, moving to touch noses with the old leader. The old cat smiled.
“Littlepaw,” he smiled at the young cat, pacing around him, leaving stars in his wake. Littlepaw watched, awed. “There is something great and terrible coming, your limits will be tested you will have your defining moment. Good luck, Littlepaw.” Hawkstar stepped away and leapt back into the sky.
Littlepaw watched, head tilted. The cracking of branches behind him made him pause as he made his way back to the den. A hiss followed and three large cats prowled into the clearing. “Intruders!” Littlepaw yowled as loud as he could before the biggest cat snarled and leapt on top of him.
The battle raged, cats coming out everywhere. The attackers didn’t check to see if they had killed the cats they had attacked, Littlepaw was left watching as Birchstar was met with the large cat. The leader smirked at the intruding cat before turning around and slashing at his own warriors. Littlepaw made a loud sound of protest, yowling aloud when one of the cats grabbed onto the end of his tail.
Littlepaw screamed, feeling his tail pulled. Another cat snarled and jumped on his side, digging sharp claws into his pelt. Littlepaw tried to fight back, he screamed for help but it didn’t come. He cried for Starclan to help him.
He didn’t know what happened after that.
Voices woke him up, he blinked his eyes open, but he couldn’t see. Panic welled in his chest and his sat up abruptly, letting out a yelp. He tried to flick his ears, but he couldn’t feel them. A sob welled in his chest, memories of what had happened crashed into him like falling tree. He stood, quivering. He tried to wrap his tail around himself but he couldn’t feel it. “No! No, no!” he helped, opening his mouth to scream something, when a familiar scent wrapped around him. “F-frostwhisker?” He sobbed, stretching his neck out to try and feel for the she-cat.
“Littlepaw, shh..” She murmured, nuzzling the side of his face. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m okay.”
Littlepaw was hiccupping, sobs caught in his throat. “Frostwhisker… what happened?”
“Starclan saved your life. When you screamed for them, all of Oakclan’s fallen warriors appeared. They chased off the rouges and Birchstar.” She nuzzled him again. “Come on, everyone wants to see you.” She pressed her pelt to his and led him out of the den. He could only scent a few cats, Wildtail, Fawnleaf, who jumped him, nuzzling into his neckfur. He let out a weak chuckle, turning his head to see who else he could scent. Webdust and Ruby stood off to the side.
He looked at Wildtail, “Wildstar?” He asked softly, remembering what had happened with Birchstar.
“No,” he responded. “We’re not a clan anymore Littlepaw. We can’t be.”
Littlepaw frowned, knowing that his ears would drop if he still had them, he winced at the thought.
“Wildtail, Fawnleaf, Webdust, Ruby and Frostwhisker.” Littlepaw stepped forward. “Starclan told me that something was going to happen. Hawkstar wouldn’t tell me what but he told me that it would be my defining moment … I think that this was meant to happen to us.” He paused, shifting on his paws. “We have to go, leave Oakclan behind.”
He looked around at his clanmates – no – his friends, knowing that they could see him doing so.
“We have to tell the clans about Birchstar and these rogues.”
He paused for a moment and he felt Frostwhisker’s nose on his cheek.
She spoke to the gathered cats, “in the absence of a leader and a deputy, I hereby give Littlepaw his warrior name. From henceforth, he shall be known as Littlewish, in accordance with Strachan Devine.”
They chanted Littlewish’s name until the sun went down. They left their territory and Oakclan was no more.
