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Post by Hazel Loves Jaypaw on Jul 8, 2007 8:42:53 GMT -5
RiverClan: Poppystar- a tortie she-cat with a white chest and paws Gingerfur- a battle-scarred stocky ginger tom Rainbowpool- a white she-cat with black and gray patches
Rainfoot- a dark gray tom Birchleaf- a pale brown tabby she-cat Fadestripe- a pale cream she-cat Snowclaw- a white tom Brackenpelt- a small ginger tom Grayfur- a gray tabby tom Tigerstripe- a dark brown tabby tom Thornfang- a golden brown tabby tom Mouseheart- a dusky gray-brown she-cat Flamefall- a dark ginger tom
Starpaw- a pure white she-cat with white-dotted black eyes Volepaw- a light brown tabby tom Brownpaw- a dark brown tom Mosspaw- a small tortie she-cat
Flowerdust- a pretty tortie she-cat Mapleleaf- a tawny-colored she-cat Lillyflower- a creamy brown she-cat
Barktail- a dark brown tom Eagleclaw- a tabby tom Peachfur- a ginger she-cat Tallflower- a black and white she-cat, retired early because blind
Star Born:
Prologue:
A slender she-cat, eyes alight with all the wisdom of StarClan, held a kit by the scruff. A stocky, ginger tom sat by a river, a paw raised for fishing. The she-cat sat down, and the rustle of leaves she disturbed brought the tom to look at her. “Silverspots! I have missed you so much!!! But, your dead, and…” He trailed off as the she-cat pushed the kit towards him. “Keep care of her my love…for she was born in StarClan, and holds their power, though she walks with you. Watch her but do not tell her until the day she is old enough to understand, but that day is not now. I love you…” The silver gray she-cat faded, her voice slowly disappearing as well, leaving the tom staring open mouthed at the kit. It was…his kit? Suddenly everything came back to him: his mate’s death, her unusual plumpness, and now a kit at his paws. It was his kit, and she was every inch as beautiful as her mother. “You will be known as Starkit, from your birth Clan!” He announced to the young kitten squirming around his forepaws. Suddenly he gasped and backed away a step. The kits eyes were all black, but they had white dots speckling them, so much that her eyes looked like the night sky. The tom, hesitantly, bent down to pick up the kit. Shaking his head, he carried his kit back to camp.
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Post by Snowywhisker on Jul 14, 2007 17:33:57 GMT -5
wow. I like it!
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Post by Hazel Loves Jaypaw on Jul 15, 2007 6:38:47 GMT -5
Thanks! I have just finished the story, so I will post the chapters whenever someone else posts!! Chapter 1:(Starpaw’s POV) I raced across camp, my white fur billowing in the pleasant wind, my paws drumming against the soft mossy ground. I skidded to a halt right in front of the nursery. Mewing to Lillyflower, I squeezed through the small opening. The creamy brown she-cat looked up and purred. I looked at her newly born kits. “Oh! They are so pretty!! What are their names?” I meowed, looking at the three tabby kittens. Lillyflower smiled. “The gray one is Stormkit, the ginger one is Honeykit, and the brown one is Mudkit.” She rasped, tired from the birth. I licked each one, and stepped back. “Well, I will leave you to rest. Bye!” I called over my shoulder, ducking to exit the nursery. I looked around. The camp was bustling with cats. Some were leaving for a patrol, some coming from a patrol, and some just lazing about. I trotted over to Fadestripe, who was sharing tongues with Mouseheart. “Hey Fadestripe! When are we going to train?” I called to my mentor, my tail waving as I danced on my toes over to her. She laughed at my eagerness and stood up. “We could go now. I could do with some fresh-kill, what about you, Starpaw?” I nodded and raced to the thorn bush, the entrance of the RiverClan camp. Fadestripe followed me slowly, and we both trotted out of camp. Walking towards the Half-bridge, we saw our medicine cat, Rainbowpool. I waved my tail and dipped my head. I don’t know why, but Rainbowpool just gazed at me as if I were a member of StarClan. I twitched my whiskers and turned my attention back to Fadestripe. “Okay.” Fadestripe mewed, stopping. “You go that way, and I will go this way. At sun-high meet me here.” She swiveled around and disappeared into some gorse. I stared after her for a moment, but then my nose caught the scent of nearby mouse. Dropping into a hunter’s crouch I stalked it. I crouched even lower, ready to pounce. A screech filled the air, making my ears ring. I sat blot upright, and the mouse scurried away. More worried by the wail, I forgot the mouse and raced towards the spot where the shattering noise came from. There, in the dust, lay Fadestripe.
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Post by Snowywhisker on Jul 15, 2007 13:07:46 GMT -5
oh no! THe susPense!
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Post by Hazel Loves Jaypaw on Jul 15, 2007 14:51:40 GMT -5
Haha, chapter 2::.
Chapter 2:(Starpaw’s POV)
Fadestripe’s burial was long and grievous. I sat, wide-eyed and tearful, watching her body be dragged out of camp. The last to disappear was her tail, which seemed to wave a last good-bye to me. I dipped my head low, and stuck my nose into my fluffy white chest fur. Movement on my right side caught my eye. I looked up and over, and saw my best friend, Mosspaw, stare at the same spot I was. A pang of sympathy swept over me. Fadestripe was Mosspaw’s mother. I leaned over, and softly placed my nose in her patchy fur. I could do nothing but try not to flinch when she let out a long, mournful yowl. “Its alright! She will watch over RiverClan for all of time from her place in StarClan! Mosspaw…” I trailed off, as Mosspaw shook her head sadly and got stiffly to her paws and loped away, her tail and head low, leaving me alone in the middle of camp, during a frosty leaf-bare night. And then it started to rain.
I opened my eyes and saw a silvery she-cat walking towards me. She was so graceful, and so slender, and a stranger to me. Yet she seemed very familiar… “Hello young one. I am Silverspots. You will see me here quite often from now on, but business has to come first. Starpaw, do you know who you are? And why you are here right now?” The voice coming Silverspots seemed as much beautiful as she looked. “N-no. I know that I am Starpaw, a RiverClan apprentice, daughter of Gingerfur.” I gulped, the she-cat’s gaze matched mine, all the same white speckles and dark background. “And your mother, who is she?” Silverspots inquired, her tail twitching. I shrank back, not knowing how to answer this question, and scared to. “She is…umm… dead. She died giving birth to me.” I mewed, my ears flattening in sudden fear. Who was Silverspots, and was I supposed to know her? “Ah! Your father has not told you. Very well. I will. I am your mother, Starpaw. And you are very much wrong. I did not die giving birth to you. I died before giving birth to you. You were not born in RiverClan, young one.” Silverpots stared intently at me, as if waiting for my reaction. I shivered, as though wind has raced through my pelt. I was not born in RiverClan?
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Post by Snowywhisker on Jul 15, 2007 17:04:51 GMT -5
aw, the sweet reunion! The mystery of her birth!
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Post by Hazel Loves Jaypaw on Jul 15, 2007 18:45:27 GMT -5
Chapter 3:(Starpaw’s POV)
A painful jab in my right side woke me up. I blinked open my eyes, and scrambled to my paws, shaking moss from my pelt. I squinted as the sunlight streamed into the den, and looked around. What was that? “Oh! You’re awake, peace at last! You were grumbling in your sleep and writhing as if you were being attacked by the whole of ShadowClan. Now, leave, and let me sleep!” The grumpiest apprentice, Brownpaw, shot me a tired glare, and then rolled over. I puffed my tail up with amusement and then let it droop. The memory of the dream was all coming back to me. I was not born in RiverClan. Where was I born? I trotted out of camp, feeling dejected and lied to. My father would know best, I though, and trotted over to where he was ripping into a small woodlouse. “Good morning father! I must speak to you, alone.” I growled and then beckoned him to a small clearing off to the side of camp. I watched him as he finished his louse, tossed the remains carelessly into the woods, and then slowly got up and loped over to me. I snorted with impatience and twitched my tail. Gingerfur, seeming to get the hint, quickened his pace. When he finally got to me, we both plopped down, sending dust particles flying into the air. He sneezed, and then grew silent, waiting for me to speak. “I had a dream last night. Mother visited me. Silverspots, remember her, father? She told me the truth. Where was I born then, if I was not born here?” I hissed, my anger and confusion boiling over. I bristled as his eyes widened and he shook his head. “What?” I demanded, making my fur lie flat, with some effort. “I must tell you this now I suppose. Alright, I will” He seemed to be talking to no one when he spoke, as if in a daze to deep for me to comprehend. I just stared, my eyes widening hungrily, ready to drink in all that had happened in my past. All those secrets were finally being revealed. “You were not born in RiverClan. Your mother died before you were even born. It was one sunny evening. A male badger had strayed into camp, taking the nursery on first. It killed your mother…” Gingerfur shut his eyes, as if trying to block out the memory. “I still remember those screeches.” I felt a sudden pang of sadness on my father’s part. I nudged him, and gently purred, trying to comfort him, my anger washing away. “She went to StarClan that day. You and her both, though you were not your own cat yet… A couple of moons later, I had a vision. I was fishing down by that river.” He jerked his head to the right, where the sound of flowing water was the strongest. “When I saw Silverspots, you mother, come to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But what really stumped me was the kit she held by the scruff. She had dropped it at my paws.” His voice lowered into an awed whisper as he continued. “She said that you were born in StarClan, and that you held their power, though you walked these forest floors. You are star born. Your birth clan is StarClan themselves.” His whisper shuddered as he ended his speech. I backed away a step or two. I was born in StarClan? How could that be?!?! Then I remembered Silverspot’s eyes matching mine in color and pattern. It was true. But what did that mean for me? Was I destined for great things? Or...was I dead?
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Post by Snowywhisker on Jul 16, 2007 18:25:52 GMT -5
cool! ZOMBIE CAT! XDDDD
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Post by Hazel Loves Jaypaw on Jul 17, 2007 6:35:40 GMT -5
Chapter 4: (Gingerfur’s POV)
I stared helplessly after Starpaw as her eyes darkened with worry and she hissed confusedly, stalking away to the apprentice’s den. She was so young, but she had to know. Silverspots had told me that one day I had to tell her, I just wish that day hadn’t been today. Dipping my head, I slumped to the warrior’s den, ready for sleep. A shadow blocked my path. I stared wearily at the medicine cat, Rainbowpool. She stared at me with a knowing glint in her eye. “I heard it all…I always knew that there was something strange about young Starpaw.” Rainbowpool commented mildly. Anger broke through my weariness. I glared at her, my fur rising to a threatening bristle. “Oh yeah? What’s that’s supposed to mean? She is just like any other cat!! Having a different birth clan doesn’t change that!” I spat at the completely stunned medicine cat. I snarled a bye, and marched to the warrior’s den, ears flattened in rage. All I wanted was a quiet warrior’s life. Why did my very own daughter have to be so “special” and “powerful”? I hissed as I curled up in my mossy bed, ignoring the bewildered stares of my fellow clan-mates.
(Starpaw’s POV)
I headed for the apprentice’s den, my mind whirling with thoughts. Could I be dead? No, that would make me a StarClanner, but I was a RiverClanner, wasn’t I? I weaved my way through the sleeping apprentices and curled up in my bed, staring at the starry sky. I hope you give me some answers, Silverspots, I really hope you do, I thought as I drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
I walked along the shore of an unfamiliar river, my paws slipping on the slick pebbles. A small cascade of water lay just in front of me. I realized that I was dreaming. There were no cascades in the forest. I bent down slightly to lap up some drops of that sparkling clear water, tasting a pure taste unlike any other. I sighed and sat up, my tail twitching. Why was I here if there were no StarClan warriors here to guide me? “You are not alone, little one!” Silverspots’ familiar voice called from behind, as if she had been reading my thoughts. I whirled around and saw her gliding towards me. I was about to burst with my unanswered questions. Hopping up and down, I opened my mouth to speak. “Am I dead?!?! Gingefur told me the truth, and I can’t believe it! Is it all-true? But what does that mean for me? Am I alive or dead?” I burst out a flurry of questions for the silvery gray she-cat to answer. Silverspots took a deep breath. “Maybe you and I should take a walk, and I will explain everything.” She nodded for me to follow her along the river. I padded obediently after her, my ears pricked as I waited for an answer. “You were born in StarClan, therefore, this is your birth clan, and that makes you one of us, completely.” I stopped. So she was telling me that… “I am dead!?!” I wailed, racing after her blindly. This wasn’t right, I couldn’t be dead; I can feel hunger and fell the wind on my fur and the scratches of battle. Silverspots stopped abruptly and faced me, her eyes scorching moonlight. “No. You are not dead. You are not alive either. Listen to me now my daughter. If a ThunderClan cat is born in RiverClan, she can change her mind, and move back to her birth clan. You can do the same. I can teach you how to simply walk into StarClan anytime you want. You are special, for you are the only cat that has ever been able to just go to StarClan, without death.” Silverspots took one more deep breath. “You are Star Born.” “Teach me.”
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Rosekit
Apprentice
The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
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Post by Rosekit on Jul 23, 2007 20:49:48 GMT -5
that is an awesome story!!! i love it!
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Post by Hazel Loves Jaypaw on Jul 26, 2007 7:13:55 GMT -5
Thank you all!!! The Next Chapter...
Chapter 5: (Rainbowpool’s POV)
I sat in my den, crushing herbs and thinking about what Gingerfur had told his daughter, Starpaw. If what he said were true, that would make Starpaw the cat in the prophecy that I had the night that Starpaw was brought to camp. Pushing the herbs aside, I leaped to my paws and raced to Poppystar’s den. “Poppystar! The prophecy has just unfolded before my eyes!” I exclaimed as I entered her den. Poppystar’s head snapped up and her eyes widened with sudden interest. She pricked her ears. “Come and tell me who the cat is.” She commanded, as I obeyed, heaving deep breaths, for I was not as young as I used to be, and running had taken its toll on my rickety old bones. “Well, I overheard Gingerfur telling Starpaw about her past. You and I both know that she is…different, and well, Gingerfur just proved it. He said ‘Your birth clan is StarClan themselves.’ Poppystar, this kit was born in StarClan! And, the prophecy says that the one who is Star Born will walk forever.” I explained, my breaths slowing down, though my voice was still tempered by pure excitement. Poppystar continued to just stare at me, but she was staring so intently that I wondered if she had heard at all. “Poppystar…?” “Yes, I heard you. And, are you sure that Gingerfur was telling the truth?” She asked sharply, her tail starting to twitch, and her gaze as hard as ice. “Yes, but if it makes you feel better, I shall visit the Moonpool and speak with StarClan to see if they will tell me anything.” I mewed, my mind pounding at the thought of the mysterious yet exhilarating pool where the forest cats shared with their ancestors. Poppystar nodded thoughtfully before replying. “Yes. I would advise you to do that. Go tomorrow night, and we shall see if this kit is truly Star Born.” Poppystar dipped her head in a clear dismissal, and I bowed slightly, and stood up, my paws shaky from my past run, and walked lightly out of Poppystar’s den.
(Brownpaw’s POV)-Random I know
I licked my lips after finishing my mouse, tasting the air. The usual smells smacked the roof of my mouth, the dirt, the cats, the leaves, the mice…but one scent stood out in particular. It was Starpaw, and somehow her scent was that of pure fear. This is not the fear of an attacking clan, but her fear scent filled my nostrils and made me sneeze. Shaking my head I looked up and saw her racing out of camp, her fur bristling and her tail waving in fear and excitement. Curious, I started to follow her. She raced past trees and past rivers, with me hard on her paws, and her unknowledgeable of my presence. She suddenly stopped, and I skidded to a halt and ducked under a gorse bush. She sniffed the air, and sat down, as if waiting for someone. I narrowed my eyes to see better, and suddenly wished I hadn’t.
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