Post by Katanaheart on Apr 6, 2020 11:20:27 GMT -5
Hello, my name is Katanaheart!
Thanks to mintedstar/fur , I have found inspiration make an attempt at something I once cherished. Of course, things will be vastly different from how I used to structure these types of stories. Alas, only one poll at a time. I also apologize as this will likely start off very slowly for character customization.
Also the title will eventually change once all of the customization is done.
Apologies in advance for my writing, I am using a different format from my norm.
Prologue
Your ears prick at the sounds of battered paw-steps disturbing the previously silent camp. There are various pained groans coming from outside. Said groans are accompanied by words that you can’t entirely make out.
“The Clan has never…”
“Rotten tactics...”
ReedClan, that’s right. Home to warriors who freely brave rapid waters, a trait the other Clans think, is akin to madness. Really, it shows the greatness and ingenuity of ReedClan to thrive in such an environment. Although, the Clan doesn’t really seem to be thriving now…
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of more paw-steps, this set steadily approaching the Nursery. Before you can adjust yourself to look towards the entrance, a voice barely above a quiet hiss, catches your attention. You would have missed the voice entirely, if your name hadn’t been mentioned.
“Flickerkit, what are you doing awake? Go back to sleep, this is no time for a kit to be awake.”
You turn your head to the sound of the voice, noting the harsh tone of one of the Nursery residents, you see her yellow eyes narrowed in the dark.
Before you can reply, a different voice responds to the she-cat.
“Flickerkit will be an apprentice soon enough. Sides’ isn’t it natural for young cats to be curious, Flaxbloom?” An amused voice responds from the Nursery Entrance.
You can practically feel the irritation radiating off the permanent queen as she draws in an exasperated breath and watch her eyes roll at the cat’s words.
With the nightly visitor now blocking a part of the Nursery, you can make out the dark blue eyes of said visitor.
Even if you cannot fully make out the dark fur of the ReedClan warrior against the gloom, you can certainly imagine the almost black fur of the cat.
“What in Spirits name do you want Rippleflower, other than to vex and haunt me?” Flaxbloom groans, already done with the tom.
“If you don’t want news, Flaxbloom. I can certainly leave; I was just checking on Flickerkit anyway...” The tom turns his head and smiles at you. “Although that wouldn’t be fair to you though-“
“Rippleflower, what’s going on?” Impatience eats at your pelt and he is right that you are curious about what has happened.
The tom laughs in reply as you cut him off. He then turns his head and you watch as he grows serious, the playfulness leaving his voice is something that rarely happens.
“From what I heard, there was some ambush from CragClan. Attacked some of the Clan that was out night fishing, they’re lucky one of the border patrols was late getting back.”
Is-“
“Is Mama okay?” Your question cuts the old queen off, ignoring the glare she is likely giving you for interrupting. You remember your mother mentioning that she was going to go night fishing with some of the other warriors to help clear her head.
“She’s in the medicine cat’s den, and she wanted me to check up on you. But she didn’t look too injured.” Rippleflower fighting with himself to try and remain serious or to return to his more playful demeanor, that is more befitting of him as he speaks.
“I would bring you to her, but the den is going to be crowded…” The tom trails off, then there is a shine in his eyes, and he backs out from the Nursery.
Your paws itch to follow and you don’t even realize you have stood and begin to do just that before you’re lifted into the air and quickly placed into a large and warm nest.
“The last thing the medicine cats need is a kit wandering around their den with injured cats about. You’ll get their herbs everywhere.” Flaxbloom rasps.
You open your mouth to protest but stop yourself.
The last thing you want to do is anger the tortoiseshell queen, especially after she has already interacted with Rippleflower. Her already short temper is even shorter after speaking with him.
A sigh leaves the queen as she licks the top of your head and pulls you closer to her with her tail.
There is a long stretch of silence that follows, with the only sounds being those of injured cats from the fight with CragClan. You prick your ears hoping to hear Rippleflower’s paw-steps when Flaxbloom speaks under her breath.
“If only Skybreath bothered to remind herself she is a queen. She has kits for Spirits sake, she should be in the Nursery not wandering around night fishing…” Flaxbloom grumbles irritated as she criticizes your mother.
Thanks to mintedstar/fur , I have found inspiration make an attempt at something I once cherished. Of course, things will be vastly different from how I used to structure these types of stories. Alas, only one poll at a time. I also apologize as this will likely start off very slowly for character customization.
Also the title will eventually change once all of the customization is done.
Apologies in advance for my writing, I am using a different format from my norm.
Prologue
Your ears prick at the sounds of battered paw-steps disturbing the previously silent camp. There are various pained groans coming from outside. Said groans are accompanied by words that you can’t entirely make out.
“The Clan has never…”
“Rotten tactics...”
ReedClan, that’s right. Home to warriors who freely brave rapid waters, a trait the other Clans think, is akin to madness. Really, it shows the greatness and ingenuity of ReedClan to thrive in such an environment. Although, the Clan doesn’t really seem to be thriving now…
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of more paw-steps, this set steadily approaching the Nursery. Before you can adjust yourself to look towards the entrance, a voice barely above a quiet hiss, catches your attention. You would have missed the voice entirely, if your name hadn’t been mentioned.
“Flickerkit, what are you doing awake? Go back to sleep, this is no time for a kit to be awake.”
You turn your head to the sound of the voice, noting the harsh tone of one of the Nursery residents, you see her yellow eyes narrowed in the dark.
Before you can reply, a different voice responds to the she-cat.
“Flickerkit will be an apprentice soon enough. Sides’ isn’t it natural for young cats to be curious, Flaxbloom?” An amused voice responds from the Nursery Entrance.
You can practically feel the irritation radiating off the permanent queen as she draws in an exasperated breath and watch her eyes roll at the cat’s words.
With the nightly visitor now blocking a part of the Nursery, you can make out the dark blue eyes of said visitor.
Even if you cannot fully make out the dark fur of the ReedClan warrior against the gloom, you can certainly imagine the almost black fur of the cat.
“What in Spirits name do you want Rippleflower, other than to vex and haunt me?” Flaxbloom groans, already done with the tom.
“If you don’t want news, Flaxbloom. I can certainly leave; I was just checking on Flickerkit anyway...” The tom turns his head and smiles at you. “Although that wouldn’t be fair to you though-“
“Rippleflower, what’s going on?” Impatience eats at your pelt and he is right that you are curious about what has happened.
The tom laughs in reply as you cut him off. He then turns his head and you watch as he grows serious, the playfulness leaving his voice is something that rarely happens.
“From what I heard, there was some ambush from CragClan. Attacked some of the Clan that was out night fishing, they’re lucky one of the border patrols was late getting back.”
Is-“
“Is Mama okay?” Your question cuts the old queen off, ignoring the glare she is likely giving you for interrupting. You remember your mother mentioning that she was going to go night fishing with some of the other warriors to help clear her head.
“She’s in the medicine cat’s den, and she wanted me to check up on you. But she didn’t look too injured.” Rippleflower fighting with himself to try and remain serious or to return to his more playful demeanor, that is more befitting of him as he speaks.
“I would bring you to her, but the den is going to be crowded…” The tom trails off, then there is a shine in his eyes, and he backs out from the Nursery.
Your paws itch to follow and you don’t even realize you have stood and begin to do just that before you’re lifted into the air and quickly placed into a large and warm nest.
“The last thing the medicine cats need is a kit wandering around their den with injured cats about. You’ll get their herbs everywhere.” Flaxbloom rasps.
You open your mouth to protest but stop yourself.
The last thing you want to do is anger the tortoiseshell queen, especially after she has already interacted with Rippleflower. Her already short temper is even shorter after speaking with him.
A sigh leaves the queen as she licks the top of your head and pulls you closer to her with her tail.
There is a long stretch of silence that follows, with the only sounds being those of injured cats from the fight with CragClan. You prick your ears hoping to hear Rippleflower’s paw-steps when Flaxbloom speaks under her breath.
“If only Skybreath bothered to remind herself she is a queen. She has kits for Spirits sake, she should be in the Nursery not wandering around night fishing…” Flaxbloom grumbles irritated as she criticizes your mother.
