Post by Littlefang❀ on Oct 25, 2017 11:04:16 GMT -5
hey again!
this is another one of my moral stories for my fanclans. this one is DesertClan centric, a clan that lives in the desert of course.
it's about a greedy creekclan warrior and a desertclan warrior who sees him lounging on the border.
it's once again a moral stories for kits to teach them a lesson, and is usually taught by elders or queens.
once again you can see all my fanclans on ImpossibleFanClans.tumblr.com!
Featherswim and Sandclaw
Once, long ago, there were two warriors. One was Featherswim of CreekClan, and one was Sandclaw of DesertClan.
During the middle of greenleaf, Featherswim gorged himself on the plentiful prey of the rivers and streams that were in CreekClan’s territory. Fish, lapwings, even mice! Nothing escaped his claws.
One day, lounging in the sun near the border with DesertClan, Featherswim called out to Sandclaw, who had been on patrol that day near Scorch-Sun, the time of day when it was the hottest.
“Keep trying, dust-kicker!” Featherswim called, devouring a trout straight afterword. “I’m sure they’ll be prey somewhere in that empty territory of yours!”
Sandclaw only flattened his ears and kept patrolling, keeping an eye out for lizards or hawks that would feed his clan before himself. In the Desert, food was scare, and there was no use over-feeding yourself in order to be hungrier the next day when there was no food there.
Greenleaf ended, and leaf-fall came and went. Soon it was leaf-bare, and as Sandclaw begun his patrol near the CreekClan border, he spotted a group of cats crowded around a frozen pool.
In the middle was Featherswim, staring curiously at it. He dabbed at it with his paw, before carefully sliding onto the ice. All the CreekClan cats thought this was great fun, and followed suit. But something was amiss, and no cats noticed as a tiny crack sounded.
Sandclaw continued to watch the CreekClan cats having fun, and with a snort he turned his head away and begun to keep walking. But as soon as he did, he heard a shriek and whipping around, was just able to watch as the large and heavy Featherswim broke the ice and fell through.
“Hm.” thought Sandclaw. “What a pity, I heard Featherswim was a great hunter.” Sandclaw continued to watch as the CreekClan cats tried to get him out of the pool. “I guess his gluttony is what ended him in the end.”
this is another one of my moral stories for my fanclans. this one is DesertClan centric, a clan that lives in the desert of course.
it's about a greedy creekclan warrior and a desertclan warrior who sees him lounging on the border.
it's once again a moral stories for kits to teach them a lesson, and is usually taught by elders or queens.
once again you can see all my fanclans on ImpossibleFanClans.tumblr.com!
Featherswim and Sandclaw
Once, long ago, there were two warriors. One was Featherswim of CreekClan, and one was Sandclaw of DesertClan.
During the middle of greenleaf, Featherswim gorged himself on the plentiful prey of the rivers and streams that were in CreekClan’s territory. Fish, lapwings, even mice! Nothing escaped his claws.
One day, lounging in the sun near the border with DesertClan, Featherswim called out to Sandclaw, who had been on patrol that day near Scorch-Sun, the time of day when it was the hottest.
“Keep trying, dust-kicker!” Featherswim called, devouring a trout straight afterword. “I’m sure they’ll be prey somewhere in that empty territory of yours!”
Sandclaw only flattened his ears and kept patrolling, keeping an eye out for lizards or hawks that would feed his clan before himself. In the Desert, food was scare, and there was no use over-feeding yourself in order to be hungrier the next day when there was no food there.
Greenleaf ended, and leaf-fall came and went. Soon it was leaf-bare, and as Sandclaw begun his patrol near the CreekClan border, he spotted a group of cats crowded around a frozen pool.
In the middle was Featherswim, staring curiously at it. He dabbed at it with his paw, before carefully sliding onto the ice. All the CreekClan cats thought this was great fun, and followed suit. But something was amiss, and no cats noticed as a tiny crack sounded.
Sandclaw continued to watch the CreekClan cats having fun, and with a snort he turned his head away and begun to keep walking. But as soon as he did, he heard a shriek and whipping around, was just able to watch as the large and heavy Featherswim broke the ice and fell through.
“Hm.” thought Sandclaw. “What a pity, I heard Featherswim was a great hunter.” Sandclaw continued to watch as the CreekClan cats tried to get him out of the pool. “I guess his gluttony is what ended him in the end.”