Post by marley on Jan 6, 2018 21:12:57 GMT -5
A warriors story! Sorry if I get things wrong my warriors lingo is a little rusty (get it? Haha) This story is basically about Snowpebble, Greystorm and Oakwhisker . (My oc's) and about How they all seem to fall into a love triangle. Mind you this is a WIP so some of it may not be done. And I'd love to hear your feedback! Everything is made up from the clans to the characters! I hope you like it! Tell me if you want a part two.
It was an early morning in CloudClan. Recently, it has been snowing and most of the dens are snowed in due to this. Greystorm awoke to muffled talking outside of the den. Opening his golden eyes, he looked over at the entrance and saw that it was covard from top to bottom in snow. He and a few other warriors were now stuck in. "Anyone there?" He asked out loud making his way over to the snowed in entrance. "Yeah!" Answered a voice unexpectedly. "We're trying to get you out! The snow is too high up we are trying to move the snow some How!" Greystorm nods. "We've tried everything but nothing seems to work." The she-cat said. Greystorm glanced back at the other Warriors who looked annoyed about being in the den. "How are we going to get out?!" Asked a black and white tom with a scar across his muzzle, his green gaze furious about the situation. "They are trying to think of a way." Answered the grey Tom calmly. "And who is it that is trying to get us out of this prison?" Asked another warrior. "Mousefeather." Greystorm replied. Most of the warriors rolled their eyes just hearing the name. Mousefeather is a light grey and white fluffy she-cat with unusual bright blue eyes which look almost hypnotising. She is, as many of clan call her, 'annoying' and don't want to be her friend. She doesn't care about what others think of her and when teased, completely blanks out the fact that she's being bullied and continues on as if nothing has happend which is one of the reasons she isn't liked. Her fluffy fur is as soft as silk and she is one of the best hunters in the clan. She also claims to know about prophecy's way before a leader or a med cat and is forbidden to mention it no matter how dangerous it may be because the only ones allowed to be told of those prophecy's are the med cat and leader. "Are you kidding me?!" The scarred black and white Tom hissed. "If she's helping we'll never get out!" Greystorm sighed as all the other Warriors agreed and then went on a hate speech on why they dont like the friendly she-cat. They were all talking over each other to the point where he couldn't hear himself think. "Just be patient, Crowpelt." Greystorm said to the annoyed warrior. He walked back over to the entrance and tried to listen for any other voices other than Mousefeather. "I'm sorry Greystorm I cant find a way to get you out!" Mousefeather meowed. "Get out the way!" A deep voice suddenly growled out of nowhere. "Sparrowstripe?" Greystorm asked. "Who else would it be?" The aggressive tom replied. "Get us out of here! Do you want us to starve?!" Crowpelt snapped, pushing Greystorm out of the way as he ran up to the entrance. Then he heard digging. "Oh shut up!" Sparrowstripe hissed, digging though the snow along with other cats. Eventually a hole was dug and the warriors got out from the den. "At least some of us know what their doing." Huffed a ginger she-cat, aiming it mostly at Mousefeather and walked off. Mousefeather didn't say anything but looked upset about not being able to get them out. Sparrowpelt, was a large brown tabby Tom with dark amber eyes. He was the deputy of Cloudclan and is always bragging about eventually being a leader. Crowpelt lashed his tail in anger. "Well it took you long enough! What the hell was you doing? Going for a stroll in the forest?!" Sparrowpelt flattens his ears at the young toms challenging behaviour. "I was getting help if you must know. Stop crying like a kit and get on with your tasks." The large tom said in a calm yet demanding tone. "And that goes for the rest of you!" He adds looking at all of the warriors. Greystorm walked off not even wanting to get involved in the petty arguing and made his way across the camp. He saw the leader, a dark orange tabby with turquoise eyes talking to one of the elders who looked lost. Curious, the grey Tom trotted over to the pair who seem to be in a disagreement. Most of the clan by now is on potrol or doing normal jobs than a clan has to offer. "Hello Flamestar!" Greeted the Tom. "Ah, Greystorm! Just the trusting cat I need to see! Tangletail is scared and thinks he's been imprisoned by ClawClan. He's trying to "escape" and thinks he's about to be tortured then killed." The leader explained, with a look of pity on his face. The elder is question was an old Tom who is blind, always losing his memory and often gets confused about where he is. His name is Tangletail. Tangletail was once the most feirce warrior in the clan. He almost died on more than one occasion and one day was kidnapped by a rival clan and held hostage. Even when captured the young cat fought. But he escaped and was never the same since. Now an elder, he has knotted tangled fur that often gets fleas which is why he's seen scratching so much. "I'm trying to tell him that he's back home safe but he won't believe me." Flamestar sighed.
"Can you take him back to the den and some how get him to understand he's not going to be killed?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, Greystorm. I knew i can trust you."
With that said leader walked off to go and talk to the deputy. Greystorm looked at Tangletail who was talking nonsense. "Let's go back to the den." Greystorm said nudging the confused elder in the right direction. "No! Get off me you vile cat! You think you can kill me well your wrong! My clan will rescue me from this disgusting place and you will all be killed!" Tangletail snarled stopping in his tracks. "Your NOT back at ClawClan Tangletail your home!" Greystorm replied. "I know what your little game is, Monty and I'm not falling for it! You think I'm going to follow so you can torture me again?! I'll put up one hell of a fight!"
Greystorm rolled his eyes. This cat is just repeating himself. This argument is getting nowhere. "Help! Somebody help me!" the elder called out panicked.
"Tangle-"
"Help!"
The old cat then blindly walked in random directions but Greystorm blocked his path which only made it worse. This just caused an argument and both cats were shouting over eachother. A voice interrupted them which made them both go quiet. A beautiful grey she-cat with blue eyes and black ears with white on the tips of them said something. Her tail tip was black and like the ears had white at the tip. Her chest and around her face were white and so were her paws. The she-cat was Snowpebble. A cat who hes had a crush on for a while but was too shy to even talk to her. It took a few minutes but she somehow convinced that Tangletail was back home. Now he was his normal self and Snowpebble guides him back to the den. Greystorm watched them leave and walked away towards the fresh-kill pile. He picked out a bird that the hunters have just brought back. While eating he didn't realise that Snowpebble was in front of him. She got a vole and also began eating. He looked up and nearly choked on the prey he was eating. "H-hello." The Tom greeted sounding surprised that she just turned up out of nowhere. "Hello!" She replied with a smile. Greystorm looked away feeling really awkward. It was quiet and both of them hardly spoke. To brake the silence, Greystorm told a joke. "What are StarClan cats best at? Being dead honest!" Greystorm laughed a little as he told the joke which clearly Snowpebble didn't find funny and looked confused about how that was even a joke in the first place. The smile soon faded and the grey Tom tried to think of another funny joke. As he was thinking Snowpebble swayed her tail as yet again it was silent. When Greystorm looked up to see that the beautiful she-cat was walking away towards where a group of warriors were. He felt like an idiot. Yet again he made an unfunny joke and everything was really awkward. They barely even spoke! Greystorm dug his claws into the soft earth beneath his paws and sighed not even knowing what to do now. He really wanted Snowpebble to like him. But who would like an awkward shy idiot like him?
It was an early morning in CloudClan. Recently, it has been snowing and most of the dens are snowed in due to this. Greystorm awoke to muffled talking outside of the den. Opening his golden eyes, he looked over at the entrance and saw that it was covard from top to bottom in snow. He and a few other warriors were now stuck in. "Anyone there?" He asked out loud making his way over to the snowed in entrance. "Yeah!" Answered a voice unexpectedly. "We're trying to get you out! The snow is too high up we are trying to move the snow some How!" Greystorm nods. "We've tried everything but nothing seems to work." The she-cat said. Greystorm glanced back at the other Warriors who looked annoyed about being in the den. "How are we going to get out?!" Asked a black and white tom with a scar across his muzzle, his green gaze furious about the situation. "They are trying to think of a way." Answered the grey Tom calmly. "And who is it that is trying to get us out of this prison?" Asked another warrior. "Mousefeather." Greystorm replied. Most of the warriors rolled their eyes just hearing the name. Mousefeather is a light grey and white fluffy she-cat with unusual bright blue eyes which look almost hypnotising. She is, as many of clan call her, 'annoying' and don't want to be her friend. She doesn't care about what others think of her and when teased, completely blanks out the fact that she's being bullied and continues on as if nothing has happend which is one of the reasons she isn't liked. Her fluffy fur is as soft as silk and she is one of the best hunters in the clan. She also claims to know about prophecy's way before a leader or a med cat and is forbidden to mention it no matter how dangerous it may be because the only ones allowed to be told of those prophecy's are the med cat and leader. "Are you kidding me?!" The scarred black and white Tom hissed. "If she's helping we'll never get out!" Greystorm sighed as all the other Warriors agreed and then went on a hate speech on why they dont like the friendly she-cat. They were all talking over each other to the point where he couldn't hear himself think. "Just be patient, Crowpelt." Greystorm said to the annoyed warrior. He walked back over to the entrance and tried to listen for any other voices other than Mousefeather. "I'm sorry Greystorm I cant find a way to get you out!" Mousefeather meowed. "Get out the way!" A deep voice suddenly growled out of nowhere. "Sparrowstripe?" Greystorm asked. "Who else would it be?" The aggressive tom replied. "Get us out of here! Do you want us to starve?!" Crowpelt snapped, pushing Greystorm out of the way as he ran up to the entrance. Then he heard digging. "Oh shut up!" Sparrowstripe hissed, digging though the snow along with other cats. Eventually a hole was dug and the warriors got out from the den. "At least some of us know what their doing." Huffed a ginger she-cat, aiming it mostly at Mousefeather and walked off. Mousefeather didn't say anything but looked upset about not being able to get them out. Sparrowpelt, was a large brown tabby Tom with dark amber eyes. He was the deputy of Cloudclan and is always bragging about eventually being a leader. Crowpelt lashed his tail in anger. "Well it took you long enough! What the hell was you doing? Going for a stroll in the forest?!" Sparrowpelt flattens his ears at the young toms challenging behaviour. "I was getting help if you must know. Stop crying like a kit and get on with your tasks." The large tom said in a calm yet demanding tone. "And that goes for the rest of you!" He adds looking at all of the warriors. Greystorm walked off not even wanting to get involved in the petty arguing and made his way across the camp. He saw the leader, a dark orange tabby with turquoise eyes talking to one of the elders who looked lost. Curious, the grey Tom trotted over to the pair who seem to be in a disagreement. Most of the clan by now is on potrol or doing normal jobs than a clan has to offer. "Hello Flamestar!" Greeted the Tom. "Ah, Greystorm! Just the trusting cat I need to see! Tangletail is scared and thinks he's been imprisoned by ClawClan. He's trying to "escape" and thinks he's about to be tortured then killed." The leader explained, with a look of pity on his face. The elder is question was an old Tom who is blind, always losing his memory and often gets confused about where he is. His name is Tangletail. Tangletail was once the most feirce warrior in the clan. He almost died on more than one occasion and one day was kidnapped by a rival clan and held hostage. Even when captured the young cat fought. But he escaped and was never the same since. Now an elder, he has knotted tangled fur that often gets fleas which is why he's seen scratching so much. "I'm trying to tell him that he's back home safe but he won't believe me." Flamestar sighed.
"Can you take him back to the den and some how get him to understand he's not going to be killed?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, Greystorm. I knew i can trust you."
With that said leader walked off to go and talk to the deputy. Greystorm looked at Tangletail who was talking nonsense. "Let's go back to the den." Greystorm said nudging the confused elder in the right direction. "No! Get off me you vile cat! You think you can kill me well your wrong! My clan will rescue me from this disgusting place and you will all be killed!" Tangletail snarled stopping in his tracks. "Your NOT back at ClawClan Tangletail your home!" Greystorm replied. "I know what your little game is, Monty and I'm not falling for it! You think I'm going to follow so you can torture me again?! I'll put up one hell of a fight!"
Greystorm rolled his eyes. This cat is just repeating himself. This argument is getting nowhere. "Help! Somebody help me!" the elder called out panicked.
"Tangle-"
"Help!"
The old cat then blindly walked in random directions but Greystorm blocked his path which only made it worse. This just caused an argument and both cats were shouting over eachother. A voice interrupted them which made them both go quiet. A beautiful grey she-cat with blue eyes and black ears with white on the tips of them said something. Her tail tip was black and like the ears had white at the tip. Her chest and around her face were white and so were her paws. The she-cat was Snowpebble. A cat who hes had a crush on for a while but was too shy to even talk to her. It took a few minutes but she somehow convinced that Tangletail was back home. Now he was his normal self and Snowpebble guides him back to the den. Greystorm watched them leave and walked away towards the fresh-kill pile. He picked out a bird that the hunters have just brought back. While eating he didn't realise that Snowpebble was in front of him. She got a vole and also began eating. He looked up and nearly choked on the prey he was eating. "H-hello." The Tom greeted sounding surprised that she just turned up out of nowhere. "Hello!" She replied with a smile. Greystorm looked away feeling really awkward. It was quiet and both of them hardly spoke. To brake the silence, Greystorm told a joke. "What are StarClan cats best at? Being dead honest!" Greystorm laughed a little as he told the joke which clearly Snowpebble didn't find funny and looked confused about how that was even a joke in the first place. The smile soon faded and the grey Tom tried to think of another funny joke. As he was thinking Snowpebble swayed her tail as yet again it was silent. When Greystorm looked up to see that the beautiful she-cat was walking away towards where a group of warriors were. He felt like an idiot. Yet again he made an unfunny joke and everything was really awkward. They barely even spoke! Greystorm dug his claws into the soft earth beneath his paws and sighed not even knowing what to do now. He really wanted Snowpebble to like him. But who would like an awkward shy idiot like him?