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Post by ~*Sparrow.Flight*~ on Jun 19, 2017 23:26:04 GMT -5
So I haven't been on the warrior forums since the old forums were active. I was very sad earlier when I discovered that they had been deleted. I am trying to get back into writing, you know, get those creative juices flowing, and sometimes its easier to do that when I take a step back and write warrior fan fic. So, its been forever since I did one of these, and honest (but not mean) feedback is appreciated. I'm really blanking right now, so if anyone wants to send me a writing prompt or two to get me started, that is very welcome  |
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Post by Owlmoon on Jun 20, 2017 11:13:44 GMT -5
Here's a prompt: It seemed as if the world hated her. But what could she do about it?
- Owlmoon
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Jun 21, 2017 5:38:22 GMT -5
Uh... Let's see...
What happens when a medicine cat becomes evil?
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Post by ~*Sparrow.Flight*~ on Jun 21, 2017 12:40:10 GMT -5
Ooh, I like these. I can't wait to work on these today. But sadly, cleaning my disgusting kitchen comes first!
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Post by ~*Sparrow.Flight*~ on Jun 22, 2017 12:14:19 GMT -5
Here's a prompt: It seemed as if the world hated her. But what could she do about it?
- Owlmoon I dig it. Because of my recent return to this website, I'm going to try and keep this warriors related. Frostedpaw raced through the undergrowth, her heart heavy with self loathing and disappointment until she reached the edge of the forest, gazing out over the lake. She clawed herself up over a tree root and down the other side, and continued running until she saw a sheltered bunch of roots where the rain had washed the earth away. She crawled inside and curled up against the trunk, trying to comfort herself. Waves of heartbreak washed over her. She wanted to be the best warrior she could be. She tried so hard, but it seemed as if the world hated her. But what could she do about it? She watched as the sun set over the lake, dipping behind the mountains as she thought. Finally she had no choice but to accept the thought that kept coming back to her. "I need to leave the lake," she said aloud, hoping that saying it would make her feel a sense of bravery. She stood and said it again, firmly. "I need to leave the lake. Tonight." She crept out of her hiding place and looked around, unsure of where to go now that she had made her decision. She looked towards the path that the elders told her they had traveled to come to the lake. That seems like a good place to start, she thought. Taking a deep breath, she started towards the mountain. But before she could take more than a few paw steps, she head the heavy thud of a running cat behind her. Oh, great... She knew those steps, just as she knew that she could never out run them. Her brother leapt over the root that she had crossed hours before and spotted her. He padded over and stopped in front of her, his whiskers twitching in annoyance when she stepped back when he got too close. "Frostedpaw, what are you doing?" He mewed. "I'm leaving, Spottedpaw. There's no place for me here. I just wanted to be a warrior, but I'll never get it right!" She wailed.
"Oh, for Starclan's sake, you can't be serious?" Spottedpaw glared at her when she didn't say anything after a few moments. "Honestly, Frostedpaw, it was just a thorn! You know Raintail didn't mean to shout at you like that. It probably fell into the moss from her pelt while she was out swimming today. She felt terrible when you didn't come back, but the other elders wouldn't let her leave to come find you herself because of her leg. She asked me to come and bring you back."
Frostedpaw's expression changed slightly from heartbroken to hopeful. "She really said that stuff?"
Spottedpaw nodded. "Of course she did. Now get yourself back to the hollow, and I won't tell anyone about this nonsense of you thinking you had to leave." He bumped her shoulder with his nose. "Dramatic little furball."
Frostedpaw hesitated for a few moments, then sighed and nodded before following her brother back to the hollow. Maybe, she thought, just maybe, I can still be the warrior I dreamt I was meant to be.
I decided to take a humorous approach since I am having a bad day today. Let me know what you think!
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Post by ~*Sparrow.Flight*~ on Jun 22, 2017 14:44:42 GMT -5
Uh... Let's see... What happens when a medicine cat becomes evil? OOOh, I like it! I had a little trouble with this one at first, but then it just unfolded. It did end up being pretty long, but I'm pretty pleased with it, considering it was written in one sitting. Willowblossom sat in the back of her den, going through her herb stores. They were unusually well stocked. That's because these stupid furballs think they don't need me. Warriors think they're invincible, and then wonder why they come to me with a sour scratch when they don't even bother to put marigold on it themselves, let alone allow me to do it. Willowblossom hated that she was thinking this way lately. She knew that it wasn't right. But she felt so useless lately. Not a part of the clan. Even the other medicine cats didn't talk to her that much. At first she told herself it was because she was so young and new to being a medicine cat, her mentor being killed by a badger only a few moons after he took her on as an apprentice, but six moons had passed and still they barely sent more than a quiet greeting her way when they visited the Moonpool. She wished she had known how lonely this path would be when she decided to walk it. Maybe she would have chosen different. While Willowblossom sat soaking in her own self pity, she heard soft paw steps behind her. She turned to see the young apprentice Stormpaw padding carefully up to the mouth of her den with a mouse in his jaws. Grateful to feel remembered, she padded out of her den to greet the young tom. "Hellow, Stormpaw. It appears that the prey is running well?" She asked, hoping for conversation. Stormeye dropped his prey and dipped his head. "It is, Willowblossom. The freshkill pile is well stocked." He poked the mouse with his paw. "Mintfur asked me to bring this to you."
Willowblossom's heart sank. So he came out of duty, not because he cared. "Thank him for me." She mewed before picking up the mouse and turning toward her cave.
"Wait!" He called. She turned back to him, and he held out his left front paw. "Briarpaw scratched me during training today, and Mintfur told me to see if there is anything you can put on it so it doesn't turn sour."
Willowblossom forced herself not to roll her eyes as she nodded. At least someone in this clan has some sense, even if it's not the young ones. She continued into her den to mix up a marigold poultice. After she mixed the poultice she reached into her store to search for poppyseeds. She shook two out of their leaf wraps and put the store back into the back of her den. As she prepared to walk out with the herbs, she noticed a branch that was growing through her shelter of bramble bushes. Holly. Again. She thought she had asked the apprentices to pull those roots out. She sighed and reached up to break the stem off again, but then stopped, a horrible idea snaking through her mind. She pulled back, feeling a little horrified with herself, but also strangely tempted. She shook her head, telling herself that it was wrong for her to even think something like that. She had just started to turn around again when the apprentice called into her den, "You know, it doesn't hurt that much. I'll be fine for now if you want me to come back tomorrow. I know you were busy." Resentment flared in her, and made her decision for her.
"No, I'm almost done. It needs something on it or it may sour," She called as she quickly pulled a berry off of the branch and carefully squeezed its juice over the poppy seeds. Throwing the spent berry to the side to get rid of later, she pulled her leaf full of poultice and seeds carefully to the mouth of the cave. "Now hold still, this will sting," she said and promptly slapped some of the poultice onto his leg, making sure that the juices were deep in his wound. He hissed but held still. After she was done she stepped back, hesitating again. "Now I want you to come back tomorrow for a fresh layer. After that you should be in the clear."
"I think I'll be fine, actually. But if it hurts I will come back!" He started to turn away, and the last of Willowblossom's reservations evaporated.
"Wait!" She pushed the leaf towards him. "I want you to take these poppy seeds and at least sleep today. That way you should feel much better tomorrow for training."
"Okay!" Stormpaw said, excited to turn in early for the day after a long day of training. Willowblossom watched as he licked up the seeds and swallowed them. "Thanks!" He mewed and turned back towards the camp, presumably to find his mentor and inform him of the medicine cat's orders. Willowblossom's pelt was hot with anger. No one listened to her unless it was convenient for them. She'd show them. She'd show them all.
She waited until darkness fell before creeping out to the edge of the camp. The cats on watch were doing so outside by the camp's entrance, so there was no cat there to witness Willowblossom's actions. She had a leaf full of holly berry that she quickly sat down beside the fresh kill pile. One by one, she squeezed the berries between her paws so that the juice dripped over the freshkill from the night's hunt until there were none left and all the pieces had at least a little juice on them. No hesitation this time. She rolled the spent berries onto her leaf wrap and went back to her den, shoving the husks into the furthest end of her store where they wouldn't be found. She was ready. She had spend the day finding watermint and juniper berry in preparation for the dawn's inevitable patients. And then she slept.
She was awakened by Frostedwhisker, fear in her eyes. "Willowblossom, come quickly!"
Willowblossom leapt to her paws and shook out her pelt. "What is it?"
"It's Stormpaw. He just woke up, and he has an awful bellyache. He can't get out of his nest."
"Okay, give me a moment and I'll be right there." She rushed to the edge of her cave where she had lain the herbs that she knew she would need before bounding back to Frostedwhisker, leaves wrapped around the berries. Frostedwhisker led the way to the apprentice's den, where Mintfur's tail was sticking out as his voice murmered through the low hanging branches of the den. He backed out when he head them approaching. Willowblossom went right in and sat next to the apprentice's nest. His eyes were closed in agony and he was curled in on himself, as though trying to press into the pain to force it away. He panted, trying to breathe through what was no doubt waves of agony washing through him. Ignoring the pang of guilt in her stomach, she sat her herbs down next to him and nudged him with her paw. His eyes opened slightly. "Stormpaw, I need you to tell me exactly where it hurts, and what you did yesterday."
He spoke slowly with his voice strained. "I trained, hunted, came to see you, and went to my den. The pain is in my stomach and in my head." He looked up at her with desperation. "Please tell me you can help me again." Willowblossom pretended to think as she felt wicked pleasure wash through her, the guilt gone. Here he was now, asking for her help instead of seeking it out because he was told to. She was needed. She knew she had made the right decision.
"Well," she said, not sure where she wanted this to go yet. "It may have been something you ate, or it may be a sickness. Eat these herbs and see how you feel by sundown. I don't want you eating anything that may keep the herbs from working." And I don't want too much of that holly in his system, she thought before shaking the thought away. He did this to himself. They all did. She no sooner had watched him lap up the last leaf before Mintfur stuck his head back into the then.
"Willowblossom, we need you. It's the dawn patrol. They just got back, and three of them are complaining of stomach pains."
"Send them to my den," she said, and turned back to Stormpaw. "Remember, no eating," she said before rushing back to her den to prepare the herbs she would need.
This continued for nearly a moon. She had her clan convinced that there was sickness in the clan that she just couldn't get a hold of. The thought occurred to her that it may make her look bad if she couldn't get a handle on it, so she toned it down. Every so often Willowblossom would taint the freshkill, but only a piece or two, just enough to make sure that she had patients coming to her den and reminding her clan that she was a necessary part of everyday life. Her leader mentioned her at the next full moon gathering, and she felt pride swell within her as cats changed her name. the medicine cats, however, continued to keep their distance after the Riverclan medicine cat spoke with her.
"That's not like any sickness I've ever seen." He mewed to her after the gathering. "What do you think it is?"
"I'm not sure," Willowblossom answered, "but I seem to have gotten a handle on it. It could even be something that they ate out in the forest." The Riverclan cat had the nerve to look skeptical, but dipped his head and told her to come to him if she needed more herbs for their belly aches. She ignored the tom and followed her clan back across the tree bridge, pushing down the worry that he may know. She hadn't considered that, but she couldn't let that stop her now. Willowblossom rose in popularity within her clan, the cats being grateful that she could take care of them. They finally understand. She thought everyday as she had a steady stream of cats come through her den daily, anything from an itchy throat (probably pollen) to the smallest scratch on a paw. They understand what I can do for them, and that they need me. Eventually the half moon drifted back around, and Willowblossom couldn't wait to go and tell the other medicine cats about how she was caring for her clan. She promised the concerned clats that she would be back soon, but that she had to go and share tongues with Starclan to search for an answer. As she began her journey to the Moon Pool, she started to worry for the first time since the day that this all began. She hadn't considered StarClan when this all began. But then she realized, they would understand why she did what she did. They would have to understand that she did this for her clan's well being, to show them that she was still a necessary part of clan life. The thought comforted her. She knew that they would understand.
When she arrived, the medicine cats did as they had always done, exchanged brief greetings with her and then discussed among themselves the latest occurrences. No matter how she tried to interject, she didn't get more than a nod in response. She again felt a slight pang of worry that they may know and there was a reason they were ignoring her, but again she pushed it away, determined to not let the thought spoil her new position in her clan. Ignoring her heavy heart, she crouched beside the pool and lapped at the water with the others. Darkness overtook her. She sat up and stretched. She was in a beautiful grass field sprinkled with starlight. She saw another cat padding towards her. Her tail went straight up with delight as she saw her old mentor, Kestrelswoop, and she rushed to meet him. She stopped, however, when she saw the expression of anger on his face. He stalked right up to her and was nearly touching noses with her when he stopped.
"What in Starclan's name do you think you are doing?" He shouted. She shrank in fear.
"I, I just wanted to-" She stammered, but he cut her off.
"Oh, I know what you wanted. Haven't you learned anything? Our knowledge of herbs is only to be used to help our clanmates."
"I was helping them!" Willowblossom protested.
"No, you were helping yourself," Kestrelswoop mewed in disgust. "I don't know what I ever saw in you to ask you to be my apprentice. I take responsibility for this."
"I just wanted to show them that they need me! They take me for granted!"
"Of course they take you for granted, Willowblossom, that's what warriors do! We are separate from the clan because we have our own path to walk. They don't come to us unless they need us, we step in when we feel it is necessary, but we never do anything to hurt the ones that depend on us. They don't need us for every little bump and scratch. I thought you understood that." Kestrelswoop raised his head. "Starclan has turned its back on you."
"No! Kestrelswoop, please!"
"It is too late, Willowblossom. You have abused the knowledge granted to you by our ancestors and used it for selfish reasons. Your actions have caused too much harm. Taking a life is never permitted by a medicine cat unless absolutely necessary."
"Taking a...no, no, I didn't take a life! I just gave them upset stomachs. I didn't do anything to cause permanent harm!"
"Have you disposed of those berries you were hiding in the back of your herb store? The ones that have been laying next to the honey combs for a moon? The ones that a curious kit could find while you are out and not keeping an eye on your stores?"
"No," Willowblossom whispered. "No, this can't be happening, no! I have to wake up. I have to get home. I can help them! I will stop this!"
"It's too late," the gray muzzled top whispered as a tiny bundle of fur appeared nearby, huddled in the field. A starry queen padded up to the kit and picked it up by the scruff before carrying it away into the undergrowth to care for it.
"No." She turned to her mentor. "Kestrelswoop, this wasn't supposed to happen. Please, you have to know that!"
"Again, it's too late, young one. You were granted power and knowledge from Starclan, and you let it get into your head and turn you into a different cat. There is no going back now." He looked at her with sadness. "You are no longer Windclan's medicine cat."
"No!" She shrieked, and woke up beside the pool. The other cats were still deep in their dreams, but clouds covered the half moon high above. Willowblossom leapt to her paws and started racing back to the camp, determined that it all must have been meant to scare her and that there was still time to do the right thing. But when she made it back to camp, she knew Kestrelswoop was right. It was too late. She could hear the wailing of a heartbroken queen in the nursery. Her clanmates looked up with sadness in their eyes. She halted at the entrance to the camp as their hopeful stares landed on her. She couldn't stand it. What had once brought her such joy now filled her with terror and self loathing.
She pushed past all of them and went right to her den. She dug out the few dried berries that the kit hadn't eaten and swallowed them herself. She knew it wouldn't be enough though. That was why she had chosen the holly, because it wasn't deadly in small amounts. She wanted to make herself feel the same discomfort that she had caused her clanmates. She reached up and grabbed two fresh berries off of the branch hanging down through her den and swallowed them without chewing before racing out of her den and back towards the den entrance. Her clanmates leapt out of her way in alarm as they watched her fly past them. She ran and ran and ran, towards the edge of Windclan's territory, away from the lake, away from any clan borders. This was her fault, all her fault- her thoughts were cut short by terror. In the darkness, she didn't see that she was coming up on the edge of a cliff. There was no time to react. She didn't even realize that she was falling until she had already hit the ground. She felt terror, and then she felt nothing.
Willowblossom slowly blinked open her sticky eyes, struggling to focus on her hazy surroundings. It was still dark, and must have rained while she slept. Everything smelled damp. After a moment or two a giant head filled her line of sight. Tabby, muscular, with large, amber eyes. "I've been expecting you, Willowblossom," Tigerstar sneered. "Welcome to the Dark Forest."
Evil comes in many different forms. It can sometimes be important to remember that you may have the best intentions, but they don't mean anything if they harm the people around you.
I have not gotten the chance to read the last two books of Omen of the Stars, so I don't actually know if there is still a Dark Forest or not. Other than my warrior facts potentially not being one hunderd percent, let me know what you think!
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Jun 23, 2017 2:25:40 GMT -5
~*Sparrow.Flight*~ Wow! You took my prompt and- wow! I didn't expect anything like that, but it was amazing! I loved it!
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Post by ~*Sparrow.Flight*~ on Jun 23, 2017 13:47:32 GMT -5
~*Sparrow.Flight*~ Wow! You took my prompt and- wow! I didn't expect anything like that, but it was amazing! I loved it! I'm glad that you liked it. I love being able to throw myself into short stories like this. I wish I'd had more time to work on it, but i was rushing and somehow my autocorrect changed some things that I'm only just now catching. |
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Jun 23, 2017 14:54:03 GMT -5
~*Sparrow.Flight*~ Wow! You took my prompt and- wow! I didn't expect anything like that, but it was amazing! I loved it! I'm glad that you liked it. I love being able to throw myself into short stories like this. I wish I'd had more time to work on it, but i was rushing and somehow my autocorrect changed some things that I'm only just now catching. Wow! This was truly amazing. I, someone who has the attention span of a goldfish, was interested and non-stop reading until the end. Great job! |
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Jun 23, 2017 14:55:35 GMT -5
"What happens when a clanmate has a mental illness?"
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Jun 23, 2017 14:56:23 GMT -5
Here's a few: She was spoilt, the favourite kit, until that fateful day. Rocks don't burn down, yet this one turned to wood, and then to ash. There have always been four Clans, yet, are there destined to be three? The chilled North wind blew through his fur, and his muzzle was lightly dusted with snowflakes. His time was just starting. Nightmares aren't always bad things. May I use one or two of these? |
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Jun 24, 2017 2:04:16 GMT -5
~*Sparrow.Flight*~ Wow! You took my prompt and- wow! I didn't expect anything like that, but it was amazing! I loved it! I'm glad that you liked it. I love being able to throw myself into short stories like this. I wish I'd had more time to work on it, but i was rushing and somehow my autocorrect changed some things that I'm only just now catching. It's very good for something that's rushed... 0wo |
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