Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Sept 12, 2022 19:03:04 GMT -5
This is a fic I will be making as a "what if" scenario for Warriors. It is similar to the ten cats AU but with my own twost, and only one Clan.
The premise of this:
Ater the Great Battle ends and Brambleclaw is on his way to recieve his lives, a coup happens in ThunderClan, led by Thornclaw. The rebelling cats do not want Tigerstar's son to lead, and it gets even worse when they learn of Bramblestar's training that happened in TNP. Violence errupts. Brambleclaw, Squirrelflight, and Sandstorm are killed. Thornclaw gives the ultimatum of staying in his new Clan, or leaving forever. Other Clans take in refugees, and supporters from other Clans go to join ThunderClan. Meanwhile Leafpool, ex-ThunderClan cat, may be the only hope the Clans have to stop the corruption...
It was a dark night, but light was everywhere. The Dark Forest cats have been defeated, the ancient prophecy was fulfilled. The Clans and their ancestors would see another day.
Purdy was huddled near the elders' den, grieving for his lost companion. Brightheart and Daisy coaxed the kits out of the nursery where they were hiding for dear life. The three prophesied cats sat, reflecting on their prophecy and wondering about their future. Sandstorm, Squirrelflight and Leafpool gathered around the corpse of their dear mate, father, and leader Firestar.
Brambleclaw padded towards the dead leader. "I have patrolled the camp," he told the Clan, "and there is no trace of any more dark forest spirits. After Tigerstar was defeated, they all left." A twinge of sorrow was in Brambleclaw's voice when he mentioned his father's name. It did not go unnoticed.
Thornclaw spoke up about this. "Brambleclaw, how come you seem sad about our greatest enemy being defeated? Shouldn't you be more... enthusiastic?"
"How would you feel if your father lead an attack that almost ended the Clans?" Lionblaze hissed in defence. "I'd be concerned and traumatized."
"Maybe he inherited some of Tigerstar's evil!" Bumblestripe shouted.
"He was made deputy moons after the time limit," Thornclaw added.
"That was because Firestar was waiting for me!" Graystripe protested.
"Sounds to me like the makings of corruption!" Hissed Spiderleg.
"SILENCE!" Brambleclaw screeched. "I will try my best to be the leader our Clan needs, especially in these chaotic times. But I need you to work with me and trust me! At the very least trust StarClan's judgement when I recieve my nine lives."
Thornclaw snarled, "but Tigerstar received nine lives. We can't say for sure that our ancestors will once more be... misguided."
Brambleclaw started to loose his patience and it showed. "Thornclaw, just because I am the son of Tigerstar, just because I look like the cat who terrorised us our whole lives and even before, doesn't mean I am him. Yes, it is possible. My brother Hawkfrost walked the wrong path when we were under Tigerstar's influence. But that doesn't mean I would have too."
"I-I can explain!" Brambleclaw squeaked.
"No more words," Thornclaw hissed. "You have said enough by admitting that you, our future leader, the cat we should trust, had trained and was influenced by your dead, evil, fox-heart of a father. I will not allow you to lead this Clan as long as I live!"
Thornclaw lunged at the large brown tabby, flicking his tail to allow others to join. Brambleclaw was a strong fighter -- that he inherited from his father. But he was exhausted from the battle, and still shocked at Firestar's death. Bumblestripe, Blossomfall, and Spiderleg joined in, helping their friend. Bramblestar couldn't take on four strong warriors at once in his state, and fell to the ground next to Firestar's corpse, now being a corpse as well.
"How could you do this?" Graystripe hissed at his two kits. "I can't believe I raised those two mouse-hearts!"
After glaring all around him, Thornclaw jumped onto the Highledge. "I declare myself leader of ThunderClan, and Bumblestripe shall be my deputy! My first order as Clan leader is all cats who oppose me either leave, die, or stay without saying a WORD of doubt to my leadership."
"I refuse to leave without a fight!" Squirrelflight yowled angrily. "You have no right to overturn my father's request for a successor. If anything, you have betrayed our Clan!" She unsheathed her claws but Bumblestripe lunged towards her, slitting her neck and killing her. Sandstorm yowled in grief but Spiderleg took care of her. Blossomfall killed Briarlight, who had brought Cinderheart to help stop the fighting. Cinderheart took a deep wound to the stomach.
"You see what happens when you oppose Thornclaw," Berrynose snarled, "now CHOOSE YOUR FATE"
"I came to this Clan for refuge and safety for my kits," said Daisy. "Now I see that it is corrupt, so much so that my son is betraying it, and the cat who taught him everything! This is not my home anymore."
"I am going to the mountains," Graystripe said. "Where my kits are heroes and honour their kin."
"I am bringing my kits to WindClan," Leafpool said sadly. "Perhaps their father can keep them safe, unlike me..."
Cats started to organize where they were going to, and left the camp. The cats who remained were small in number but were ready to rebuild their Clan...
Leafpool was outside of the Clan camp, shocked from the events that unfolded. She thought this day was sad enough with the death of her daughter, Hollyleaf, and father, Firestar. But she now lost her mother, Sandstorm, and sister, Squirrelflight! I must be the worst medicine cat ever... she thought. I couldn't save the cats that mean most to me. Leafpool turned to her sons, looking at them sadly. I may have failed as a daughter and sister, but I have one more chance to not fail as a mother. I CANNOT waste it.
"CINDERHEART! A yowl came from Lionblaze, dragging his wounded mate from camp. "Somebody please help!"
Leafpool ran to examine the young she-cat. She was bleeding heavily from a belly wound, and the situation was dire. "We need to find a place to shelter her." Leafpool explained. Jayfeather, who also was assessing the situation, agreed.
"We're not welcome in ThunderClan territory." Lionblaze whimpered. "Where do we go?"
"The closest camp to here is," Jayfeather paused, despite him knowing the answer. "StarClan help us," he muttered under his breath, "WindClan's."
"Then we go there," Leafpool announced.
Leafpool and her sons trekked through ThunderClan territory. There was debris from the battle, and they were going a bit slow since Lionblaze was carrying his mate on his back. Eventually they made it to the stream.
"Jayfeather, I can help you across." Leafpool offered.
"No need," Jayfeather said, "I'm not an apprentice. I've jumped streams before." The gray cat took a running jump and with sheer luck, barely made the landing with his front paws. His backside got a little wet as he scrambled onto dry land.
Lionblaze shuddered. "How do I carry Cinderheart?"
Leafpool pointed towards a pointe on the stream. "This part is shallower than the rest," she showed her son with her tail. "Most cat's can't touch the bottom, but a large cat like you can."
"Did Crowfeather teach you that?" Jayfeather yelled from across the lake, before twitching his whiskers playfully.
Lionblaze was able to wade across the shallow part of the stream, and Leafpool leapt across, ready to give support if needed. Finally, they were in the safety of WindClan territory. On they went, hoping to intercept a patrol. However, since it was so short a time after the battle, there was a slim chance and no guarantee.
The cats did not end up meeting a patrol, so they went directly into the WindClan camp. They were easily noticed.
"What are you doing here?!" A gray tom, Emberfoot hissed. "Shouldn't you be helping your Clan?"
Another she-cat, Heathertail, came out of the warriors' den. "Onestar! There are ThunderClan cats in camp!"
All of the WindClan cats started chattering to each other, some with concern, others with suspicion.
"Does their Clan need aid? I heard Firestar died."
"What if they are attacking when we are vulnerable?"
"SILENCE!" Onestar yowled as he leapt onto the Tallrock. "I'm sure these cats have very god reason to be here."
Leafpool watched as Jayfeather peacefully explained the situation. "We are here because we need help. Our Clan has been taken over by a coup of its own corrupt cats, and drove us out. They-- they killed Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight, along with other warriors."
Many cats let out shocked gasps, most notably Crowfeather, who was very close to those two cats, as they had spent a lot of time together on the Great Journey.
"We have nowhere else to go, and Cinderheart is dying," Leafpool added. "We need help, and shelter, please!"
Onestar thought for a moment. "How do I know what you're saying is true? How should I know this isn't an excuse to give us more mouths to feed? The moor is harsh. You four wouldn't last a moon here."
"With all due respect, Onestar," Crowfeather said, "perhaps we can examine Cinderheart's wounds. I noticed that when the elders were helping prepare the dead for burial, that their wounds had a certain stench of Dark Forest warrior. If we want to validate their story, we can get a cat who knows Dark Forest scent to sniff the wound."
"That is a very good idea," Harespring replied. "I can do this, as these cats have attempted to recruit me." He went towards Cinderheart, taking the fur off of her claws, carefully sniffing the white tufts. "That is no Dark Forest cat..." he whimpered. "that is Blossomfall of ThunderClan." More gasps were heard among the gathered cats.
"Well, it looks like you're telling the truth," Onestar concluded. I will be generous today, as your Clan helped mine. We will take in Cinderheart to heal, but this is the end of the road for the rest--"
Leafpool saw her former mate's neck fur bristle. "Onestar! You have to listen to me."
"What?" the leader said. Leafpool could tell that this was a regular occurrence.
"Lionblaze and Jayfeather are my kits," Crowfeather pointed out. "They are half WindClan, with our blood running through their veins. They are just as much part WindClan as they are part ThunderClan. They deserve to stay here!"
Many WindClan cats exchanged glances, and some murmured words of agreement.
"FINE! Jayfeather and Lionblaze can stay. Jayfeather will help Kestrelflight in the medicine den. It may make things easier with the amount of injured cats we have. Lionblaze will get training. Both cats will be treated as apprentices for half a moon. They will still preform duties but must be accompanied by a WindClan cat, who will both show them our territory and Clan ways, and make sure they fulfil their duties. After that, they will swear loyalty to our Clan."
"Thank you," Leafpool breathed in relief. "My kits and I will be safe!"
"Ah-ah," Onestar mewed. "You will not be welcome here. Nor will Cinderheart once she is well enough to leave. You will have tonight to rest, but tomorrow you must leave. Do you understand?" Leafpool nodded. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Onestar repeated.
"Yes, I understand".
* * * * *
The sun rose over the moor the next morning. Leafpool was already awake, receiving travelling herbs from Kestrelflight. She planned to go to the Moonpool to ask her ancestors for advice, and see her family for the last time. Meanwhile Jayfeather was tending to Cinderheart, with Lionblaze keeping close watch.
"How is she? Will she die?" Lionblaze fretted. Leafpool had never seen her son be so worried before. He must truly care for Cinderheart. It's sad that after this, they will have to say goodbye.
"For the last time, she'll live," Jayfeather sighed. "It's a nasty wound, it will take a while to heal, but she'll be fine. I'm surprised there was no infection."
Kestrelflight started talking. "I'm sorry that you can't stay, Leafpool. If I were leader I'd let you stay. But I have to listen to Onestar. I hate to say this, but you should probably leave sooner or later to avoid heat." Leafpool dipped her head in agreement. Kestrelflight dipped his head, too. "It was an honour serving the Clans Leafpool. I hope our paths cross again. May StarClan light your path, my friend."
"I wish the same with you," Leafpool said. She torned to her kits, emotion glazing her eyes.
"My sons," she started. "I want you to know that I have loved you since the moment I first layed my eyes on you. Everything I did was to protect you and your sister. Everything I did was because I love you. I am so proud of you and the cats you grew up to be. May StarClan, and Hollyleaf, light your path."
Jayfeather and Lionblaze went up to their mother, nuzzling her and wrapping her tails around her. This is the first time they did this. "Goodbye," they both said.
"Jayfeather," Leafpool said. "I want you to be as good a medicine cat here as you were in ThunderClan. Work with Kestrelflight. You two would make a great team. And Lionblaze, get along with the other cats. Don't act all strong, and be humble."
"Yes, mother," the two cats said in unison.
"And the both of you," Leafpool continued. "Try to make amends with Crowfeather and Breezepelt. They are the only kin you have now. Family is forever. I love you both more than I could ever know."
And with that, Leafpool left the den, the camp, the territory, praying to StarClan she wouldn't be alone forever.
Daisy couldn't believe what was happening. Her own son, that she had raised to be a considerate, kind, and grateful cat, had torn the Clan that so graciously gave his family a home apart. If this was a day ago Daisy would say she loved all her kits unconditionally, but now she couldn't even look her son in the eye. I don't know if I can even call him my son anymore.
Daisy instead shifted her focus to her other kits. "I am going back to the barn," she told them all. "You are welcome to come with me if you wish, but I understand that you may want to go somewhere else."
"I will be coming with you," Hazeltail said as she dipped her head.
"Me, too," Rosepetal trilled. At least I will have my daughters.
Toadstep shuffled his paws. "I'm sorry, but I can't leave this Clan. It's been my home, and besides, my father is here. This is the one opportunity I have to know him and spend time with him. I hate what he is a part of, but I need to do this."
Daisy nuzzled her youngest son. "I understand," she told him drearily. It truly was a shame that none of her kits got to know their fathers. For her first litter, Daisy understood that this was a repercussion of circumstance--the kits would have been taken otherwise. But her second litter was supposed to be a way to start anew. But Spiderleg neglected them, and they had also grown up without a father. Only now was Spiderleg starting to show interest in his kits. Daisy couldn't blame Toadstep for his choice. "If you need to leave, we will welcome you."
Mousewhisker spoke up. "I will be going to RiverClan, along with Cherrypaw, Poppyfrost, and Icecloud. We will be near the Horseplace, and I will visit you often."
"I understand, Mousewhisker," Daisy mewed. "I will await your visits."
Brightheart came up to Daisy with the five kits under her care. "I understand you are going to the Horseplace, right?" Daisy nodded. Brightheart continued. "Cloudtail, Brackenfur, and I did some talking. As you may have noticed, I am nursing Sorreltail's kits as she is dead. We all decided to live in the Horseplace, where it'll be warm and safe. Is that okay?"
"Of course!" Said Daisy. "But you will need to either hide the kits or find a hollow to stay in for their first few moons. Remember, the Nofurs tried to steal mine."
Brightheart dipped her head to the permanent queen. "We understand. But as soon as they are old enough to go in the barn, we will live there."
"Then it is settled. We are leaving," Hazeltail said.
The party of cats made a long trek to the Horseplace, going along the lake as to not disturb any Clans. Surprisingly there were barely any patrols or scent markers. The Clans must be rebuilding. Daisy pointed with her tail the direction to her barn, while she and her daughters went to say goodbye to Mousewhisker and company.
"I will miss you, but I am proud of you for forging your own path," Daisy told her son. "I hope this new Clan will give you better opportunities than ThunderClan did. Please take care of Cherrypaw. I worry for her, and her brother back hom- back in ThunderClan."
"Don't worry about us," Poppyfrost told Daisy. "Cherrypaw has her mother, and Mousewhisker loves her as they are kin. We all have healing and shock to deal with as Berrynose's loved ones."
Daisy gave Poppyfrost a lick. "You are brave for doing this," she told her. Images of Poppyfrost as a young, sweet kit filled Daisy's mind. I feel bad for thinking this, but she deserved better than my son.
Icecloud ventured into RiverClan territory, and beckoned with her tail for the other cats to follow. Daisy turned around and went off to meet her party at the Horseplace. Upon arrival, Daisy saw Smoky... but no Floss.
"Hello, Daisy! I see you've brought friends," Smoky purred happily. "What brings you all here?"
Daisy told Smoky everything. About the Great Battle. About The coup that drove ThunderClan apart. About how their son was a part of all of that killing and fear. She then told him about Hazeltail and Rosepetal, her kits, and about Brightheart, Cloudtail, Brackenfur, and their kits. Most importantly, she asked Smoky about Floss.
"Well, that all seems hard," Smoky responded. "I'm glad you and the rest of your kits decided to find a safer place to live. And I am honored to host you all. And Floss... she died a few moons ago. And our Nofurs left, and new Nofurs live here now. When Floss had her last litter, the kits were able to leave and lead normal lives."
"So we don't have to hide?" Brightheart asked.
"No," Smoky said. You can all live and raise your kits here."
Daisy smiled. She was back to the safe place she knew well, knowing that three of her kits would be safe. She still worried about Toadstep but knew that he was a smart cat, and would leave if things got too bad.
In hindsight, starting a journey at night was not the best idea. Graystripe and Millie didn't care, though. There was nothing left for them in ThunderClan. Graystripe's friends were dead, or not following his path. For all Graystripe felt, he had one living kit. Briarlight had been killed when defiantly defending her fellow warriors, despite knowing it wouldn't end well. Bumblestripe and Blossomfall were technically living, but they have become so far removed from everything Graystripe tried to raise them to be, and how he had thought they were. How could they do such a thing? Betray their Clan? KILL their sister? What have I done to create such monsters?
Millie felt the exact same way, but also kept on saying her regrets. "I know Blossomfall had troubles after Briarlight's accident, I didn't know is was this bad! Did I neglect my daughter?" She would ask.
Graystripe, trying to comfort his mate, would reply, "No, Millie. Our daughter was injured, she got sick, she could have died. Blossomfall needed to learn that the world didn't revolve around her. Obviously, she did not learn her lesson." Millie, despite all of the comfort and reassurance, refused to listen to Graystripe. He understood. She was in too much shock and grief to have reason.
As it got even darker than what Graystripe thought was possible, he decided it was time to set up camp. He could see the mountains getting close--it was less than half a day's journey to go after they would wake up. He and Millie decided to split duties. Millie would find a shelter, and Graystripe would catch a piece of prey.
After scenting the area, Graystripe found a magpie. It was strutting near the base of an oak tree, looking for food as well. Graystripe crouched near it, wary of any dried leaves from the oak. He saw a clear path of exposed grass which he was going to agilely walk on to avoid a crunch. Graystripe started slowly stalking the magpie, using the exposed grass, but then--
The magpie let out a startled caw, then started to run away, getting momentum for a flight. At that moment, Graystripe leapt towards the corvid, slamming an unsheathed claw on its back, and the bird ruffled its feathers, clumsily making it into the air, unknowingly right over Graystripe. The gray warrior managed to run and catch the bird, and brought it back to Millie, who was watching the whole ordeal, whiskers twitching in amusement.
"Outsmarted by a pesky bird?" she teased. "Perhaps you're getting old!" Graystripe only replied with a playful scoff. The two cats then snared their prey, with Millie having to stop to let out mrrows of laughter once in a while. Graystripe purred. His antics took Millie's mind off of her pain. At least that side of him was useful for something!
The next day, the two mates continued their journey to, and up, the mountains. Graystripe had gotten directions from Dovewing, one of the last Clan cats to visit the Tribe. She did use her senses to warn them that the mountains were going to be cold, as she saw and heard some rogues complaining. Dovewing was right! It was freezing, even for a thickset, fluffy cat like Graystripe!
Graystripe thought he was lost. Everything looked the same, and there were no sign of any cats. Was he going around in circles? After what felt like ages, Graystripe smelled a border. This must be the Tribe! Moons ago, when Stormfur and Brook had left ThunderClan, the Tribe was having problems with outsiders catching prey. The Clan cats who were visiting the Tribe suggested borders and marking them. The Tribe reluctantly used their suggestion, and Graystripe figured that since it worked, they kept up the new tradition.
The fluffy tom stopped as he heard cats coming towards them. He saw as the shape got larger until there were four cats coming.
"What are you doing in our borders?" A dark brown tom hissed. "Are you with the rogues?"
Graystripe tried not to bristle his neck in diplomacy. "No, we are no-"
"Tell us your name and why you are here!" A younger she-cat growled.
"Rain, Sheer, these cats are clearly not with the rogues! They don't have their scent!" A lean brown tabby she-cat told them. She must be a prey-hunter.
"Thank you so much for showing off your great scenting, Splash! But the cave-guards are right: we must know their intentions!" said a young black tom, another prey-hunter.
"So what do you want here? Are you lost? Do you need shelter? Or are you here to spy on us?" Rain continued being hostile. She reminded Graystripe of young ShadowClan warriors who would always act tough due to their newfound status in the Clans. Graystripe knew exactly what to do.
"Listen, I know you are protective of your territory, any cat would be. But I am a Clan cat--was a Clan cat... something happened and my mate and I need shelter."
"Clan cats?" Rain perked up. "I haven't seen you since I was a to-be! Do you know Foxleap?"
Millie gave a sad meow, drooping her tail. "Foxleap was killed in a battle recently..."
Rain and the black tom stared with sad, widened eyes. They must have been friends with Foxleap when he had come.
Sheer puffed up his chest. "I am bringing you to the Cave of Rushing Water and introduce you to Stoneteller."
Graystripe and Millie dipped their heads and followed the patrol of cats to a waterfall. They flicked their tails to signal to the visitors that they must go through it. Graystripe and Millie hesitantly went through the tunnel, getting wet. Millie licked herself warm, while Graystripe did what he always did--shake himself dry.
"That cat looks like a dandelion!" A light brown kit, no less than 3 moons old, looking at the commotion squeaked.
Another kit, this one a pale gray she-kit, mewed. "What is Dandelion Cat doing here?"
"Thorn! Moon! Get back here now!" A black queen yowled. The kits ran back to their nests, tails between their legs.
Rain had disappeared, and had returned with a dark gray tom, whose pelt was the same colour as Graystripe's own. Cats started to gather around, some gasping Graystripe and Millie's names in recognition. Graystripe recognised these cats as Night of No Stars, Talon of Swooping Eagle, Brook where Small Fish Swim... and Stormfur.
Crag nodded. "Graystripe, Millie. I've heard a lot about you, it's truly a blessing that you have come to visit." This must be the new Stoneteller, Graystripe thought. When Clan cats last visited the Tribe, a new Stoneteller had been chosen. Graystripe had never met the old one, but knew that he was quite reluctant to outsiders. This one seemed more tolerant.
Millie spoke up to the Healer. "Graystripe and I come in peace with one request. Our Clan is broken. We had a Great Bettle, in which many cats died, and after it ended, traitors came and tore our Clan apart. Traitors including two of my kits... cats are fleeing. Some to other Clans, some to become loners. We would like to take shelter and possibly join your Tribe."
An uproar of chat erupted amongst the Tribe cats.
"More Clan cats bossing us around is exactly what we don't need!"
"We have enough mouths to feed with the new kits!"
"These cats are no longer Clan cats, I don't see a problem."
"Think of all that the Clans have done for us!" Talon spoke up. "They saved us from Sharptooth, helped us defend our territory, and helped Stoneteller make peace in his final moments! Even though they never were taught our ways, we have proof it is possible--look at how respected Stormfur is!"
Stoneteller nodded. "We will shelter Graystripe and Millie for a moon, during which they can join patrols and learn how to hunt or guard the territory. If they prove themselves able to work with Tribe cats and survive the harsh mountains, especially with the Time of Frozen Water coming, then they can stay."
The meeting adjourned. Stoneteller went back to his cave. Cats scattered about, continuing the goings-on of the day, and Graystripe and Millie went to catch up with old friends.
"I see you have new kits, Night," Millie meowed. "They are beautiful!"
"Thank you, they just turned three moons old!" Night purred proudly. "The light brown kit is Thorn That Grows in Cleft, and the light gray she-kit is Moon Shining on Water."
"We have kits too," Stormfur mewed proudly. Graystripe blinked, eyes filled with emotion. I have grandkits now. "They are seven moons old, and are becoming to-bes soon! This is Pine That Clings to Rock," Stormfur pointed to a light brown tom, "and this is Lark That Sings at Dawn," he pointed to a pale tabby she-kit.
"They're absolutely gorgeous!" Graystripe purred. "I'm happy to see you all. I've missed you so much, son."
As it got darker once more, Graystripe and Stormfur caught up and bonded. They talked about all that had happened in the past seasons, losses, new beginnings, and the tragedy that made Graystripe give up being a ThunderClan warrior. They even snuck out to see Feathertail's grave, where they crouched, watching the stars and talking about the silver cat they missed so dearly.
"I'm sure that you'll be welcomed here," Stormfur said while the Tribe's ancestors, including Graystripe's lost daughter, watched over the two cats. "If not, I'll make sure of it."
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