Owl makes her own Warrior Serries.

[Owl]

Simply for fun and enjoyment. If I stole something or somethin' like that, tell me. xD I'll add on stuff and constantly be adding and removing things so its still a bit sketchy. Enjoy while waiting for the next books~!

Spruceclan::

Oakstar -- Tall, proud and ancient leader with a molted brown pelt with lighter hued stripes. Apprentice:: Dovepaw
Frozenstep -- Solid gray deputy with identically gray eyes. Quiet yet influencing.
Ripplefur -- Vain but experienced male medicine cat. Grooms his soft mud-brown fur so often that it often falls off, giving him multi-fur lengths.
Whitepaw -- off-white female. Constantly trying to please, tends to complain about herself.
Robineyes -- Light gray she-cat with aqua eyes. Colorblind. Apprentice:: Fogpaw
Starlingfur -- Midnight black cat with slick fur. Kin:: Flintpaw, son Fogpaw, daughter Apprentice:: Doepaw
Mintleaf -- Male warrior, solid white with a freckled muzzle.
Stormspots -- White female with a large black spot covering most of her back. Pregnant with her first litter.
Ridgeclaw -- Gray male with jagged yet extremely sharp claws. Apprentice:: Flintpaw
Flintpaw -- Extremely dark brown male with black markings around his face and pelt.
Doepaw -- Gentle light brown female with white spots on her backside. Daughter of Oakstar.
Dovepaw -- Small white male with a heavily muscled body.
Fogpaw -- Pitch black female. A complicated yet wise apprentice

Reedclan::

Rosestar -- Elagant "red" she-cat with exceptionally long limbs
Scorpionfang -- Extremely tempermental, violent sandy male. Clan deputy.
Dreamstorm -- Gray Medicine cat with vivid yet sometimes unreliable dreams.
Juniperpaw -- Young, excited golden medicine cat apprentice
Ironfang -- Steely, hard male with a deathly bite Apprentice: Quailpaw
Gingerroot -- Young auburn she-cat.
Venomtongue -- Brown and cream male with a vicious tongue
Northfrost -- Muscled gray-and-white tom
Houndeyes -- Large, doggish cat with a taste for blood.
Harpsong -- White and gold she-cat
Birchleg -- White male with light brown legs.
Lostheart -- Queen; mother of Ratkit
Quailpaw -- Gray, darker-spotted jittery she-cat
Ratkit -- Bully of a kit; probably way to old to be in the Nursery. Dark gray Tom.


Caveclan[pronetochange]

Waspstar -- Broad-shouldered gold tom with black socks, tipped tail, and ears.
Fernheart -- Small, sweet heather-gray she-cat. Previously kitted, returned to being a warrior. Now clan Deputy.
Flowerheart-- Intelligent but aging medicine cat
Swanpaw -- White, beautiful medicine cat apprentice
Fogcloud -- Stormy gray warrior.
Tortoisefur -- Named for her obvious resemblance as a tortoiseshell female.
Cactuscloud -- Black male with gray and white markings
Fogfeet -- Extremely fast gray-and-white tom.
Pigeonbird -- Soft shades of brown streaked with gray she-cat Apprentice:: Geckopaw
Cedarbranch -- Near-elderly brown and white tom with black markings. Apprentice:: Mudpaw
Geckopaw -- Competitive black-and-gold male.
Mudpaw -- Tom-boy female with dark brown fur; resemblance to Leafstar.
Sapplingkit -- Syrup brown kit whose mother died yet she is old enough to care for herself.
Stumptail -- Old deaf male with a missing tail
Buzzardface -- Old, balding cat with gray hairs so dominant that it is impossible to know what color it once was. Oldest cat in the four clans.

Springclan::

Swanstar -- White she-cat with orange-yellow eyes and black-tipped tail.
Foxtail -- Bossy, orange tom with a very bushy tail. Clan Deputy.
Cougartail -- Agile cream-gold Medicine cat who prefers fighting over healing.
Whiteclaw -- Handsome white male Apprentice: Pepperpaw
Onionfur -- White-yellow male with watery eyes.
Orchidtongue -- Near pure-white female
Tigereyes -- Orange-eyed fiery male Aprentice: Poppypaw
Springstep -- Bouncy, energetic female Apprentice: Oakpaw
Pepperpaw -- Excited gray flecked with black apprentice
Oakpaw -- Female with brown and black stripes
Poppypaw -- Golden apprentice
Ghostfur -- Gray elder, female
Crosseyes -- Black and white male with crossed eyes.
Mosscloud -- Old white male
Seaflower -- Oily-fur elder with swimming capabilities.

Cats outside the Clans::
Mahogany/Limberfeet -- Russet and brown tom with masculine form.
Grace -- Red she-cat

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[Owl]

Springclan::

Olivebranch was excited and he wasn't hiding it. Hard moons of training and "dirty" work had led to one final verdict; becoming a warrior. His tail flicked in anticipation despite how his bones had gone stiff with cold on the chilly night, the moon's glow lighting upon his gray face. Vigil night; the first night of being a warrior. As his thoughts began to wander, a triumphant yet horribly painful yowl laced the sky as Olivebranch spun in alarm before relaxing. Dewfur had entered the Nursery a while ago. He supposed that Poppyheart had finally given birth to her second litter. Poor Poppyheart; loosing all of her first litter but Honeypaw. As the Medicine Cat's dark outline excited the nursery, Olivebranch turned away quickly, appearing unconcerned but for guarding the camp.

...for a night sitting vigil it wasn't very interesting, however. The small shrieks of kits and Poppyheart's gentle coo was the only thing that broke the silence. Hour after hour drawled on, and the kits and mother eventually settled down. Then the sun cast a warm glow apon the camp, and figured started stirring. Duckfoot was the first out of the den with her awkward waddle. She did a quick sweep of the camp, then, seeing Olivebranch, approached him. "It's okay, Olivebranch, you can talk now." she said, laughing. Her innocent face calculated him with concern. "But you should go to the Warriors' den right away and get some rest."

"M'fine." mumbled Olivebranch, embarrassed at Duckfoot's sympathetic tone. Two warriors pushed there way out of the den, flanking Duckfoot.

"Spiderclaw, Lakefrost and I are going on a patrol. Perhaps you should go hunt if you're not going to rest?" questioned Duckfoot, shrugging as she sauntered out of the camp with the two.

Poppyheart's melodic voice broke the silence a few moments later. "Olivebranch? I know you're out there. Com'n. I want you to meet them."

Surprised but pleased, Olivebranched pushed his way through the mess of brambles as Slatefur excited. Three squealing kits curled close to Poppyheart's body, one golden like her mother, one gray, and one... Olivebranch blinked in surprsie. Brown and gold. So the granparents must have had a say in the third kit.

"This one," said Poppyheart, flicking her tail over the golden one, "Is Strawkit." She nudged Strawkit closer to her body in motherly affection. "This," she said, nosing the gray one, "Is Pumakit." Olivebranch could see that Pumakit was the largest, a close tie between the gold and brown, Strawkit being medium. They were good-sized for a litter. "And this one," she said, nodding at the duo-colored, "Is Aspenkit." She finally looked up at Olivebranch, waiting for him to comment. "They're beautiful." he stammered shortly. "They'll make fantastic warriors, I'm sure." Poppyheart nodded, seeming satisfied. Relief washed through Olivebranch. He excited quietly, wondering if he would end up mentoring one of them some day.

Leafstar excited her den briefly to congratulate Poppyheart, then returned to her den. She seemed troubled. Dewfur, too, remained in his den. The heavy buzz of insects hung over the camp and fatigue gripped Olivebranch as he blinked sleepily.

Sparrowtail exited with Nettlepaw for training as Honeypaw returned, holding a rabbit. She flicked her tail in greeting, her mouth full of rabbit as she deposited it on the Fresh Kill pile.

Suddenly, Olivebranch felt very noncontributing and a dead weight. He was walking towards the entrance of the camp to go hunt when Lakefrost hurled through the camp entrance.

"Thornclan! They're attacking!"

"What?" cried Olivebranch in alarm. "Lakefrost! Where's Duckfoot and Spiderclaw!" he demanded as Leafstar hurled out of the den. "They're... holding... off..." panted Lakefrost, eyes closed as she regained her breath. "The prey an' water drought has caused Thornclan to go for territory... we found them hunting in a patrol and when we attacked... a chunk of the clan swarmed from nowhere..." she panted. Leafstar nodded. "Stay here and guard the camp with Dewfur. Keep everyone under control." she snapped briskly.

By now, most of the camp who was either in their den or out had swarmed around the commotion, looking expectantly at Leafstar for orders. "All of you! We need to defend our camp. Slatefur along with Dewfur and Lakefrost shall guard the camp. Honeypaw, you stay too. The rest of you, follow me!"

She began sprinting across the earth, Olivebranch following in excitement. The springy grass felt great against his pads, wind whipping freely through his fur as they hurried along the well-worn path known as the Badger Trail. When they arrived, Duckfoot was backed up against the surrounding forest, trying not to give ground as she hissed, her awkwardly inward-facing paws causing her to seem unbalanced and clumsy. Spiderclaw was fighting three to one and faring badly. Leafstar hurled herself at a brown and cream tom who was throwing insults as fast as blows. Olivebranch searched for an opponent, and one found him.

Northfrost's paws collided with the young warriors back, yet even before the tom could pin down his opponent the gray-and-brown had hit the ground, rolling over smoothly and pummeling Northfrost out of the air with powerful hind legs. Spitting furiously, the opponent lunged again as Northfrost was hit. The tom wasn't as heavily muscled yet a tad faster, making it a battle of speed vs. brawns. At impact, Northfrost braced himself, allowing the blow to come before brutally throwing his shoulder into the tom's body. Olivebranch oofed, the wind knocked out him. Northfrost proceeded onto his hind legs to send them crashing on the warriors's open back but was met by the tom's own paws, the two clashing on their hind legs in fierce combat.

The large squad that had been assigned to hunt was losing, though, and Northfrost found himself tracing his pawsteps back as Olivebranch advanced. Finally, Ironfang made the call. "Retreat!" he snarled, the Thornclan cats quickly slunk back onto the low rise that met the Springclan border. "Retreat!" Ironfang yowled again, the cats turning tail and running...

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Thornclan::

Northfrost slumped into camp with the rest of the patrol, some limping off to Dreamstorm's den, others gloomily returning to their dens. The crimson she-cat sitting bellow a large, looming rock looked up expectantly, the white she-cat who had been grooming her also turning her gaze. Harpsong got up, strolling to stand behind Ironfang, twining her tail with his before he approached Rosestar.

"So?" chimed Rosestar, standing up and looming over Ironfang with her long limbs, and sneer curling her lip. "So?" she repeated, craning her neck over Ironfang.

"Rosestar... Leafstar... There was a patrol.. and they...brought the clan." he stuttered, his usually strong voice dwindling down to a whimper as Rosestar swelled in fury.

"Irongfang, have you ever been hungry? Have you ever suffered from the everlasting heat?" asked Rosestar, flicking her tail around the camp. "Because these cats have, and they need territory." she said. "We've all been feeling the pain of the heat, and although YOU may not have, the rest of the clan finds it URGENT to eat."

In fact, Ironfang had felt hunger. They all had. Their fur was ruffled and shade sparse as they made it through the hot months. Unlike most clans, they survived in Leafbare when the small animals resorted to the thick bushes and small foliage cover that covered much of the territory. Rosestar, on the other hand, was sleek and powerful and intimidating as always, as though she had eaten her fair share lately.

"I think, Ironfang, if you fail again, we'll have no use for you in the clan. Houndeyes has been ever so hungry..."

Ironfang winced as the humongous cat lifted his flat head, grinning toothily at the warrior. "I understand."

Woodclan::

Days dragged on through the heat as the three apprentices slaved at work, pray hiding in the shadows as warriors set their apprentices to meaningless tasks to continue basking in the shade.

"So unfair." murmured Oakpaw, dragging fresh moss for the Elder's den as the two females brought water-holding moss. The large willow tree provided shade to the elders and apprentices as the trio entered, mewing greetings. The four elders -- Woodclan was known for their cat's long life spans -- looked up expectantly. "Finally!" cried Seaflower, "My throat's been parched for ages and Crosseyes's bedding has been stinking up the whole den!" Ghostfur nodded, licking the water-filled moss and sighing in satisfaction as Poppypaw and Pepperpaw watched Oakpaw pulled lichen and moss from the den to replace with fresh, new moss.

"They're really the three musketeers.Sorta reminds me of us when we were young." said Seaflower, chucking. "Seapaw, Ghostpaw, Mosspaw, and Skullpaw. Of course, that was before 'oll Skulleyes became Crosseyes." They all wheezed, which Pepperpaw took as laughter as she waited politely for the elders to speak again. "Aye. Reminds me of Woodstar and the rest." chucked Mosscloud, automatically sensing the apprentice's interst. "Another time, dearies." Ghostfur cooed, laying her head on her paws. "It'll keep you motivated, yes?"

Cavclan::

"Sapplingkit! Where do you think you're going!" chided Flowerheart. Sapplingkit froze at the tracks that led into the old mine shaft, turning to meet the warriors gaze and smiling sweetly. "I was just... getting some water!" she invented, pleased at such a good excuse. "We still have water in the hardholes, though!" growled Flowerheart, knowing exactly what the small kit was thinking. "And I think you know it!"

Saplingkit sighed. "I'm sorry Flowerheart... I just want to be and apprentice and see the surface so badly!" she whined, noticing Geckopaw weaving expertly through the tracks with fresh kill, the smell of the sweet air making Saplingkit long it even more.

The hardholes were like stones with imprints in the middle for holding things. The two-legs had used them for holding rocks while Caveclan, living underground, used it to nourish kits and elders who were unable to leave the den. Longtalons still scattered the camp, large talons that appeared to be on a stick. A big Hardhole with small turning things that could make it roll that acted like a monster in the mines and rolled down the tracks was turned upsidedown on one side of the camp, rusted and torn on one side where Waspstar made his den.

They were the only clan known to live underground and survive. The old mine shafts had givin Caveclan shelter against the elements and bountiful prey of rats and small creatures. They had used the old mine site as a camp, taking a small hunk of "outside" land for hunting and herbs. Although warriors spent their time out and in all the time, a kit would never see sunlight until becoming an apprentice; an exciting prospect that she couldn't wait for. She was proud of her clan; out of all of the clans, they had superb night vision. They were lean and dark-coated, blending into their surroundings. They were light-quick-and strong. They could cross the tracks above the camp without any ground under them with ease. Oh, Saplingkit longed to start training. It had to be soon; right?

Flowerheart smiled warmly, flicking her tail over the kit's flank before strolling back to the den. Gray, black, and brown pelts littered the camp, yet only one stood out. Swanpaw meowed in greeting as her Mentor entered the den, her startling white pelt rippling as she began to crush some of the mine herbs. How had Swanpaw became so... diferent? The Apprentice didn't look like she belonged in Caveclan at all...

No. That didn't matter. She was strong, hard-working, and-- ... beautiful. Simply stunning. There was something special about her.

Wandering...::

thingyy. It was a word usually dubbed to a male, Mahogany no different. True, he was the toughest "kittypet" to probably ever hit the clans, but for a cat who couldn't catch his own prey in the middle of a forest with angry and territorial cats, he certainly kept his ego inflated.

He was born in a box in the big city. A box with the words "Frea kitteyz" scribbled on in a barely readable scrawl. Slowly, young children and parents would peek into the box to watch the small kittens mew helplessly, but Mahogany was strong; a natural leader. When the smallest children stuck their hands in; he did was surviving instincts told him to do; bite, and hard. Within the hours it would have took for him to die of starvation, he had knocked over the cardboard box and went spinning into a world of street vendors and pollution. But somehow as he had became more and more battle scarred from street cats, he started to find less happiness in the city. A pull; perhaps for a different life that didn't involve fighting for every rotten meal, sleeping with rats, being a loner. He quickly started observing; noticing that the twolegs, when heavily bundled, returned with the scent of open land. Hitching a ride, he quickly made his way across the state and into the forest.

So far, it had been nothing but a disappointment. There had been no sign of of cats and prey wasn't something you could just tip over a trashcan to achieve anymore. Now Mahogany felt different; he felt fear.

A raven's caw chilled his spine as he looked around. The terrain changed dramatically over a rather large distance. Then, a mountain lion pounced on him.

Or so he thought. He had never seen one. But if described in weight and pain, it was the biggest darn mountain lion that Mahogany could dream of. His face hit the dirt and was pushed into the ground by a cream paw, a cat's rasp reaching his ears.

"You best be off, reddy. Ye'ain't welcome here in Woodclan." the cat hissed, leaping back to allow Mahogany up before charging, snapping at his fur and tail and any part of the russet's body that he could rach. Mahogany, whimpering and sunning and letting off a stream of words that had been learned in the big city, Mahogany quickly made it to a different terrain.

Or clan. Where was he? Who were these cats?

Any why wasn't anything the hot dog sausage he thought it would be?

Part Two:

Woodclan::

Snakestar's calm eyes gazed evenly out of the den, his tail twitching in curiosity. He was the oldest leader out of the four, blessed with a remaining two lives before he went to Starclan. The clans were changing, more than the peace-bringing leader could imagine. Soon he would be gone, leaving Foxtail to lead. He sighed, shaking his head. That in itself might be the end of Woodclan. When he appointed the deputy, his thoughts were that Foxtail would make a good deputy, which, in itself, had proved to be the truth. But Foxtail was no leader with the patience and compassion to lead a clan, care for the old and young. He would pit his clanmates into was without question, fighting for the rights of his clan when there were so many alternatives.

Snakestar was a strange leader, and even he knew that he was going to be remembered for generations to come. He was weak; his white and orange-striped pelt hung off of him loosely, as though it was too big. His reflexes were slow and his voice quavered after every word. He was born this way, and, he realized with a jolt, he would die this way. Yet his appearance did not make him a leader; no, that was not why Starclan appointed him. Not only must a clan cat look like a leader, but they must act like one. Snakestar had strong authority. His word was law. He acted like a leader, born to be leader. His decisions were right, even if they weren't. His tranquility towards his clan and his careful concern for the other clan made him a highly respected leader.

Yet, as he looked out onto the half moon, bathing him in white light, he knew that some cats always held more authority over him. They had told him he was going to die. He was going to die before the next gathering.

Because if Starclan told you that you were going to die, there is no side-path.

[| | Fudgey | |]

O.O
That is fantastic!
Write more!
NOW!
XD

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[Owl]

Part one is completely up. Part two & three are pretty much thought out, but still need to be written. Expect next week!

[| | Fudgey | |]

*expects*
You're really talented Owl -
how do you do it?
>.<

[Owl]

At what?

.-. Literacy, by no stretch. I write long and simple; a first-grader could understand my writing.

[| | Fudgey | |]

At story telling!
Sometimes it's not good to make things complicated!
And yours pwns!

[Owl]

Goals::

Finish Woodclan part 2 -- Done!
Finish Thornclan Part 2--
Finish Springclan Part 2--
Finish Thornclan Part 2--
Finish Springclan Part 2--

^ So, as you can see, Part two is going to have a lot of Thornclan and Springclan. Next will focus on Woodclan and solely Woodclan, with a couple of tresspassers from Thornclan. But Caveclan is not forgotten, as the upcoming major plot will tell...

[| | Fudgey | |]

IlikeitIlikeitIlikeit!
Seriously, I'm jealous.
Not even Phrax writes as well as that!

[smiley.]

I'm jealous too Dx
I lyk suck Dx
Owl, Stormphrax, Eclipse, Stormy, Frosty, Fudgey, (and some other names I can't think of at the moment) are all more pwnful than me ]:

[| | Fudgey | |]

Naw...
Not Fudgey.
You be one of the best writers here.
Fudgey be one of the worst.
>.>