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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2017 12:58:03 GMT -5
Here, I will be storing all my writing/notes for Blood's Descent. This will be one of three places where I keep my writing, as to make sure it is all backed up properly.
Do not post here, please.
If you see anyone else using this writing on any other sites and claiming it as their own, please report it and let me know.
You can read what I am writing if you really want to, but it will be raw writing. The only thing that I will edit is spelling and grammar. Other editing will take place in December. If you wish to read Blood's Descent spoiler-free when I start posting it, I do not recommend reading what I am writing.
To-Do List
> Type up allegiances [X]
> Type up relationships/bloodlines []
> Character descriptions []
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 7:04:02 GMT -5
Save for scenes.
These will be written as my muse allows; mainly, they are ideas of what happens in the story later on. However, they will not officially be added to my word count until they become part of a chapter. So for now, here they will be stored.
Blue + Nip | Added to Word doc? Yes | Added to Google Docs? No
To be added.
Kits learn about how much they look like their dad | Added to Word doc? No | Added to Google Docs? No
To be added.
Tracker scene
Tracker eyes flicked around as she guarded the camp outside, and she grumbled to herself. Of all the days to be join BloodClan, it had to be recently. Guard duty had seemed like a small price to pay for food. Now all she could do was regret her decision. She was cold, anxious from the thunder, and drained of energy. With the clouds heavy overhead, the world was void of light. The only way to see was keeping sharp eyes during lightning flashes and the harsh lamps on the street. A beast rumbled down the road, eyes lighting the alley for mere heartbeats before it sped away. Anyone outside on a day like this would be either out of their mind or coerced into it.
As the bulky female fought sleep, she glared out into the thick darkness, eyes picking up movement of a rat. Her stomach snarled, reminding her of a need to eat. “I’ll eat when… I’m done,” she yawned, fatigue threatening to make her collapse. Last night’s duty had been embarrassing. She had sounded the alarm, thinking that an intruder had invaded their camp. Instead of a rogue cat, it had been a pathetic, tiny dog, which they promptly chased off. She wouldn’t live that down any time soon.
Even with a fierce new attitude to redeem herself, caution carried Tracker away from desired sleep. Her past reminded her all too well of how letting your guard down could end in a horrible manner. Even after last night’s embarrassments, she didn’t want to risk the lives of her newfound clanmates.
A sickly stench hit Tracker’s nose, sending her backwards as she repelled away. Though it was definitely feline, it smelled of plants, rare for the city. Definitely not a regular visitor to this place. She leapt up, snarling, ready to face any intruders. “Who goes there?” she called out.
Gasp! It’s Tigerstar!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 13:27:56 GMT -5
Leader
Arrow | Male
Proxy
Tracker | Female
Militants - Cats in charge of guarding the clan, fighting, and protecting hunters. Oldest to youngest.
Spider | Male
Snapper | Male
Dog | Male
Ember | Female
Claw | Male
Howl (Sniff) | Male (Son of Willie + Minty)
Hunters - Cats who are skilled in hunting. Oldest to youngest.
Spine | Female
Spark | Female
Crow | Male
Icicle | Female (Daughter of Willie + Minty)
Rumble (Cloudy) | Male (Son of Willie + Minty)
Apprentices - Cats in training.
Stripe | Male
Nip | Female
Patter | Female
Twig | Female
Blue | Male
Den Mother - Cat in charge of overseeing nursery. Assists in birth.
Trick | Female
Mothers - Cats pregnant or nursing kits.
Tess | Female | Pregnant
Creche - All kittens five moons and younger.
N/A
Retirees - Cats who have retired due to age or other factors.
Snipe | Male
Brick | Male
Add more later
Lowest - Physically weak and/or crippled/disabled cat. In charge of random camp activities, such as cleaning, organizing food, keeping kits busy, etc.
Rain | Female
Outsiders - Those not part of BloodClan.
Snake/Hoot | Male
Ice/Jumper | Male
Willie | Male
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 13:36:30 GMT -5
Crushes
Blue > Nip
Stripe >< Twig
Spider > Misty
Tracker > Spider
Add more later.
Mates
Crow & Spine
Add more later.
Former Mates
Spider & Spine
Snipe & Crunch
Mentoring
Dog - Stripe
Snapper - Nip
Icicle - Patter
Spark - Blue
Howl - Twig
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 13:25:52 GMT -5
BIG OL' SPOILERS
Arrow + Ember have kits. One is named Gutter. She gets disemboweled by Claw. Poor Gutter.
Dog + Rain become mates ??
Blue is murdered by Claw. Stupid Claw.
Stripe pushes Nip off a building to keep her form becoming leader.
A former housecat named Dave joins the clan. Reference to my own character, Dave.
Claw teams up with Hoot or Jumper with the intention to take over BloodClan.
Arrow knows something about Claw's past that Claw does not want shared.
Arrow didn't want to be leader in the first place. He was forced into that role.
Arrow suddenly "abandons" the clan ?
Hoot or Jumper is part of rogue gang that is slowly growing. They attack BloodClan. Lots of stuff happens.
Tracker dies in battle and Dog becomes proxy.
More to be added as I think of them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 13:29:42 GMT -5
How is Blood's Descent different from The Heir of Scourge?
Ember's name was originally Dark.
Stripe was the only surviving kit of Scourge and Spark. He had a sister, Fleck, who died at birth.
Claw was just evil with no backstory or anything. Gross.
Arrow was cunning and evil, like Sol. Also gross.
I didn't take into consideration Hoot, Jumper, Willy, Minty, Snapper, Snipe, etc.
Add more later.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 10:55:21 GMT -5
oof
this is a poorly written prologue
It was a storm with power not felt for years. Rain pelted down on the city, overflowing into drain pipes and giving many wet feet. Thunder roared overhead as lightning tore across the horizon. The ones who dared to be outside went scurrying to their destinations. It seemed impossible to avoid getting soaked.
For the residents of the abandoned alleyway, life was miserable. Even being able to sense the oncoming storm ahead of time had made no difference. Unwilling to risk getting their fur soaked through for the sake of being outdoors, they hid in their dens. Eyes peering out into the dark, they waited out the storm. While they could’ve been out working, they were stuck, cabin fever making them irritable.
Even the intensity of the storm did not drown out the caterwauls coming from the tire next to the dumpster. While some craved to be free from their houses, one she-cat craved to be rid of her pain. Her clanmates listened on to her moans of agony and screeches, some sympathizing. Only the occasional words of encouragement helped to quiet her cries of pain.
After hours of the noise, calls of relief and joy echoed around the alleyway. The residents perked up their ears and listened, happy to hear that the she-cat’s agony was over. Inside the tire, she was a mass of fur difficult to see in the dark, squeezed in to protect herself from the rain. Next to her, a tabby purred, weary from the effort of assisting in the birth.
“Congratulations, Spark,” the tabby meowed. “Three healthy kits.” She nudged the biggest one towards the mother’s belly, causing it to squeak and squirm. The three little bodies, tucked in, were still damp from birth. The mass of fur next to them, yellow eyes sparkling, breathed a sigh of relief. She gave each kitten a quick stroke with her tongue.
“Thanks for your help, Trick.” The tom hidden in the curve purred in gratitude, his eyes a cloudless sky. With a nod, Trick pulled herself out of the makeshift nursery and leapt away towards her own den and mate. In the tire, the sky-eyed tom stared down at his kits.
“She said they were healthy. Are they? That one seems a little small.” He nudged a pewter tom, concern in his voice and actions.
“They’re fine,” Spark assured. “I promise. Even with him being the smallest, he’s still a healthy size. Trust me, Scourge. I’ve seen kits before, and these are healthy. The she-cats are even bigger than normal.”
The pitch black tom huffed, ruffling the fur on his mate’s back. “Alright,” he murmured. “If you say so.” He settled his head onto her back and let out a breath, relaxing against her warmth. A lightning bolt illuminated the inside of the makeshift shelter. He remembered a debt he owed. An outside cat named Tracker had found the tire mere days before. She had offered it in exchange for a home in the clan. With no other safe place for Spark’s kits to be born, he had agreed. But, he noted that she would be on guard duty for a moon. The female had agreed.
With a strong and loyal addition to the clan, Scourge’s confidence soared. They were strengthening themselves at a steady rate. And now, with three new additions to the clan, the leader allowed himself to have a flicker of hope. The future seemed bright. What was once tossed together as a ragtag gang had grown.
Better yet came the opportunity of revenge. The leader had not yet forgotten the brutal cat who had traumatized him so many moons ago. In an ironic twist of fate, he had offered himself as an ally. Nearly two moons had passed since that point, and Scourge had fantasized over ways to murder Tigerstar, as he called himself. When the time was right, he would relish feeling Tigerstar’s death spasms beneath his claws. “Imagine his reaction when I rip his throat,” he purred to Spark.
His mate gave no answer, and the tom peeked over her shoulder to make sure she was alright. “Spark?” he whispered. Her response was a loud snore, soothing the anxieties of the leader. Ever since he had found out she was pregnant, the irrational fear of her sudden death had haunted him. Now he had three new kits to worry about as well. With a lack of sleep from worrying over her the night before, he now had the time to rest. It had been a long day. There was no point in staying awake.
He slipped to the top of the tire, being careful not to bother Spark. With one last glance behind him, he leapt down and squeezed under the dumpster he called his home. As he tucked himself into a small nest made of old walker materials, his thoughts skittered about. The stench underneath his roost reminded him of why he needed to kill Tigerstar and take over the forest. It was sickening to live in a literal dump every day. Add more ??
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“Scourge! Are you awake?”
The leader scowled as he was torn away from sweet unconsciousness. He peeked open one eye and allowed his sight to adjust for a moment. With a streetlamp behind him, the hulking silhouette of Bone blocked Scourge’s view of the alley. The tom knew that his leader was tired. What was he doing traipsing around during the early morning?
“Scourge, I really need to you wake up.” He reached out and pushed him on the shoulder, jostling the tom.
“I am awake, idiot,” he spat. “Don’t touch me.” Pulling himself into the open air and stretching, he asked, “What is so important that you had to wake me up this early? If it’s your sister again, I don’t give a dog’s rear. Figure it out yourself.”
“It’s Tigerstar. He’s here, sir. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but he decided that we he needs us now. He said that the time is right.” Bone gulped down a bout of air before finishing, “He demanded we join him.”
Humorous. The word flashed through Scourge’s thoughts. No matter his size, he still led a clan of homicidal loners. Here came a soft tabby who thought he could run anyone’s clan. The thought amused him, and he chuckled. “Have him come to me, Bone,” he said. From what the leader had seen, Tigerstar could barely keep his own cats in line. Now he was trying to boss around blindly loyal cats like Bone? That would not end well.
Bone returned mere heartbeats later, the hulking tabby following him. Bone was large for his age, but Tigerstar was even bigger. He was well-muscled from seasons of work, and he was sure of his steps. The tom strutted around like a proud pigeon, as if he owned the place.
“Bone, is everyone awake?” Scourge asked, keeping his eyes on the black-and-white tom.
“I woke them,” Tigerstar snarled. “I want-”
“Bone? Is everyone awake?” He would not give the forest cat the satisfaction of being acknowledged.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Go with Tigerstar and gather everyone. I will join you shortly.”
With a nod, Bone jerked his chin at the tabby in a motion to follow. He trotted down the alley, glancing over his shoulder once. Tigerstar whipped his head back and forth between the two, giving off a furious air. “If that’s the way it will be,” he hissed, then stalked after Bone.
Scourge watched them leave before heading to the tire where Spark slept. He leapt onto the top and slinked down into the center, being careful not to splash the mother. “Spark?” he whispered. He rubbed her on the shoulder, and she stirred.
“Scourge?” she queried, her voice heavy with fatigue. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m leaving.”
Her head jerked up, making the kits squirm. “Why? What’s happening?”
“Tigerstar came by. He says that tonight is the perfect night to attack.” Scourge leaned forward to nuzzle her face. “We’re going now. I have to fight for us.”
“No! No. Let me go with you.” Spark’s eyes were glossy in the dark, and she struggled to pull herself up. “Please, I need to help you.”
“Stay down. I know you want to go with us, but you have the kits to take care of. I’m sorry.” She glared at him, fury apparent in her gaze. “I love you, Spark.”
She huffed and turned her head. “Love you, too,” she mumbled.
“Nice way to say goodbye.” He scurried to the top of the tire without looking back. When Scourge heard Spark’s voice call out one last time, he stopped himself and turned. “What did you say?”
“Be careful out there, Tiny.” Her voice was thick, but the note of teasing shone through. “You still have a litter of kits to help me raise.”
He purred. “I know,” he said. “I promise, I’ll come back.” He leapt down and headed towards the group of cats that had gathered, ready to lead his clan into victory.
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“Spark? I’m so sorry.” The tom’s eyes cast downward, and he shifted from one foot to another.
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