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Mapleshade's Revenge Chapter OneThe camp was wet with last night's storm. Redstar's den was soaked, and his pelt was drenched as he emerged from the sodden brambles.
The warriors den rustled, and Seedpelt had emerged. She approached her leader and the two were locked in conversation.
Inside the nursery, Dawneyes was snoring gently. Wrapped around her patched tail were the two sleeping bodies of her newborns. The ginger-and-white she-kit lay on top of the black tom, their eyes tightly shut. She had not thought of names for them when they were born; they were just born last night during the storm. Before sleeping, she joked that the storm meant a bad omen for her kits.
A black shape entered the den. A squirrel was dangling from his jaws and as he approached Dawneyes, the tortoiseshell queen woke up instantly and noticed her mate's presence in the den. "Oh, Spikepelt, you don't have to go check on me at every moment", she rasped, her voice croaky from sleep.
Spikepelt dropped the squirrel in front of her m
Mapleshade's Revenge Chapter Two"Pigeonwing, can I go play with Dawneyes' kits?" asked Violetkit to her mother.
The silver tabby queen was asleep in her nest, and she answered without opening her eyes. "No", she yawned.
"But you always say no!" Violetkit frowned.
"That is because they haven't opened their eyes yet, and they'll be too weak to play if they did", Pigeonwing murmured.
Violetkit bristled. "But Birdflight's kits get to see them all the time!"
"They are gentler than you are". Pigeonwing opened one eye. "Why don't you go play with them instead?"
"Fine..." Violetkit headed over to the other queen's nest where her kits were frolicking about.
Maplekit heard voices through the long blackness of her vision. She shuffled to see what was going on, but she found herself too weak to do anything. The only thing she could do was press against the soft touch beside her. It felt yielding and fluffy, and it almost made her sleep in it.
Then she felt a tongue rasp along her head. She flew open her eyes and lo
Mapleshade's Revenge Chapter FiveFortunately Maplekit and Violetkit recovered beautifully. Redstar and Pigeonwing were shaken from the loss of their daughter, and it took them a quarter moon to move on. But things at camp started to grow back to normal again. Greypaw and Hawkpaw earned their warrior names a few days later; their names were now Greysky and Hawkwing.
Later, Violetkit and Grasskit were apprenticed; with the mentors of Amberclaw and Seedpelt. It had been very lonely in the nursery, because Wolfkit had died of birthing complications not long after Maplekit had returned to the nursery. It was just Dawneyes, Crowkit and Maplekit in the nursery now.
One day, Spikepelt came to the nursery with a mouse. He shared it with Dawneyes and watched their kits frolic.
"Feel my teeth, Crowstar!" yelled Maplekit as she pinned her brother down.
Dawneyes purred with amusement then turned to her mate, a serious look in her face. "Did you see any signs of intruders on the patrol?" she asked.
"We detected ShadowClan", sighed
Mapleshade's Revenge Chapter Four"Catch this, Maplekit!" Grasskit tossed the squirrel over to her.
"I've got it! I've got it!" Maplekit jumped up and grabbed it with her jaws. She fell to the ground with the thud. The squirrel was just her size, and it was awfully heavy. Its weight made her fall back to the ground.
Violetkit rolled her eyes. "While you two are playing with prey", she said, "I let you all know that I caught a moth today".
Maplekit narrowed her eyes. "Yeah", she said. "And I caught two yesterday", she meowed defiantly.
Violetkit glared at her. "Maplekit, you are maggots at the fresh-kill pile!" she growled. She stuck her tongue out at her.
"How mature", sighed Maplekit, rolling her eyes.
Pigeonwing emerged from her nest. "Don't play with the squirrel", she hissed. "Gorsepaw and Spottedpaw hunted that especially for you to eat".
Maplekit sighed. It had been so lonely in the nursery when Gorsekit and Spottedkit were apprenticed. She was stuck in the nursery all day with arrogant old Violetkit.
Mapleshade's Revenge Chapter Three"RiverClan?" Maplekit bounded forward, interested.
Seedpelt stood there, explaining to Redstar. "We found their scent along the border and way out", she explained. "I think they are planning an invasion".
"We can't let that happen", Redstar spat. "We must prepare for invasion immediately".
"Yes, Redstar". Seedpelt dipped her head. "I'll get on with it right away".
Maplekit's tail straightened and she trotted back to the nursery. Dawneyes was curled up in her nest, snoring loudly. Maplekit crawled into her tail and lay down. She wished she could do something to help with this fight. Besides she was a good fighter. She bet Violetkit and Featherkit in their little fights. She would be a good warrior; strong and brave. I should be leader one day! Maplekit grinned as she thought of it. Maplestar...what a fantastic name!
"Stop grinning", Crowkit complained. Maplekit was snapped out of her fantasy and spun round to face her brother who was fighting his way through Dawneyes'
Mapleshade's Revenge Chapter TenMaplepaw opened her eyes. She was back in the Place of No Stars. Finally! She hadn't dreamed here for days! The battle was a few days away. Getting to her paws she searched cautiously for Stingtalon. It was time for her training of becoming Clan leader.
Suddenly a black streak flew at her. Maplepaw was completely unprepared for it and she was struck down by Stingtalon. The black tom had her pinned to the floor with one paw penetrated into her chest. "A good leader", he sneered, "is prepared for any attack".
How does he do that? Maplepaw flattened her ears. How was a leader meant to prepare for the most unwary attacks? She bristled and tried to push the warrior off, but he was too big...too strong. Luckily Stingtalon jumped off her and turned his back on her. "You have so much to learn, my dear".
Maplepaw scrambled to her paws. "So, when do we get started?" she said determinedly.
Suddenly Stingtalon flew at her again. This time Maplepaw had prepared for it and she dodged
Stormclaw's Choice Chapter Five "Stormpaw!" Waterpaw's fragile voice woke him up. "Get up, you lazy furball!"
"Mmph". Stormpaw opened his eyes and rolled to his side. "Is it dawn already?" Meeting Bluestar in his dream seemed like five minutes extended.
"Duh!" hissed the blue tom. "Ever looked outside?" He nodded by the entrance of the den. It was true the early dawn sunlight was breaking through the den walls. Stormpaw grunted disapprovingly and scrambled to his paws. He stretched and shook the sleep out of his head. "So, what's new?" he asked Waterpaw.
Waterpaw's ears flattened. "No time for talking!" he spat. "Fogpaw and Thrushpaw are already outside!" He straightened up his ears. "Let's go join them". Without waiting for an answer he shouldered past him and padded up to the entrance. Stormpaw waited until his tail tip had disappeared and padded after him.
The camp was alive with ThunderClan cats at work. Two or three cats were still in the warrior
Mapleshade's Revenge PrologueThe fading she-cat stood in the middle of the dark clearing, completely transparent against the bare trees of the Dark Forest. This was it. Back to the way it used to be; all alone...by herself. Many cats she had once known here had been killed and faded away in the war between the Dark Forest wars and the Clan cats. The apprenticeship was full of traitors, but now she was all alone again. She sighed and sat down. Soon she'd be gone, faded to complete nothingness. Maybe it was for the best she did not deserve to live anyway...
Suddenly the bushes behind her rustled, like trees swaying neatly against the hard wind. The she-cat stood up and turned to face the bushes. Was someone there? Maybe it was Darkstripe again, hurrying for company like a lonely kit. Had that mousebrain forgotten that training was over now? And that the Dark Forest cats walk alone now?
But it wasn't Darkstripe. It was a completely different cat: a lean, muscular light brown tabby tom with moon-like green eyes
Stormfur and BrookDaytime was shattering. The sky as bright colour of red, and it was covered by threads of orange clouds. The vivid sun was slowly dropping beneath the mountains, darkening the sky. A fade of dark blue evidenced itself at the edge of the sky.
In the forest, beneath the mountains, came a quiet flutter of wings. A robin was looking for food. It perched on the small jutting branch of an oak tree and looked around. Then it hopped onto the ground and started scanning for food, hopping around on the frosty leaves.
Nearby, Brook watched the robin closely. She crouched beside the oak tree and watched it with wide grey eyes. There was a damp pain in her stomach; she guessed that meant she was hungry.
She stepped forward delicately, trying to concentrate. As she moved forward the robin fluttered back up the branch. But it was a tail-length high, and Brook could still be able to catch it.
Stormfur marched through the forest, looking for his mate. He dared not to call out for her, as he knew prey w
Max and Dylan: 2Dylan.
"Leave me alone Dylan! I'm warning you, next time I'm going to break your wings!" she snarls.
"If you could see what I have done for you, you wouldn't be saying that in the first place." I snap back.
"All you have done for me is followed me around like a freaking dog! Why can't you just leave me alone?!" she yells, her eyes boring into mine, furiously looking for an answer.
"You think I haven't tried?!" I yell back, cringing slightly.
"I-" she begins.
"Do you think I like being forced to love you?" I ask, a somewhat rhetorical question.
"You have a mind of your own! You really don't have to!" she spits back, her wings flaring behind her. I grab her wrist roughly, making her jump slightly. "Let go of me or I'll break your arm!" she snarls. I pains me to hurt her, but I'm in control of myself and I can grab her wrist if I want.
"Look at me." I growl, dragging her closer to me. She continues to struggle against my vice-like grip.
"Let me go!" she continues to cry.
"Look. At. Me." I
Wolf's BreathI hear the song of the wolf crying at night
I listen to the whines of puppies by thier mothers,
the gale wind speaking, the thrushing of water,
everything around me speaks of the wild
those warm memories burned into my still beating heart.
I find myself as I look into their eyes and see my reflection.
Dancing with the DevilPrologue.
The moon was at it's highest in the sky, illuminating the forest in its beautiful silver glow. The blood that patterned the floor even had a silver shimmer. The black cat who stood there standing passively, his fur splattered with the blood of another. His victim was under his paws, her pale green eyes wide with fear, and dullened by exhaustion. Blood oozed from multiple wounds as she begged for her life. "Please, please! I have hungry kits in the nursery! They will starve without me, I'm begging you! Please, Night." The blue-eyed monster continued to gaze down at her. He waited to see if his heart flickered. He wondered if he'd feel regret. Compassion. Pride, even. But he felt nothing. Only a numb hole in his chest he'd been trying to fill with blood. And beyond that, an unsastifying need for revenge. His head dropped down in the pale green-eyed she-cat's face. He let his breath roll over her face, stained with her blood. "I feel nothing." He whispered. Her screech an
The Twisted LegI didn't know how it all happened. My mind was a blur. But I managed to remember the happenings before the monster hit me. My name is Cinderpelt, and I will tell you what happened when I was an apprentice.
I was upset that Fireheart ordered me to stay in camp; I wanted to go with him. Dustpaw said that Tigerclaw saw evidence of ShadowClan in our territory and I really wanted to claw the fur out of those mangy fleabags! So as soon as Fireheart left - and when no one was looking - I slipped out.
Fireheart was going to the other way but luckily I knew the trail to the Thunderpath so we separated completely.
As I reached the Thunderpath I saw Tigerclaw sitting under the ash tree that hangs over the Thunderpath. He looked like he was expecting someone but as I looked around I saw no evidence of ShadowClan at all.
And that was when I stupidly wandered onto the Thunderpath, looking for ShadowClan and their scent. But then I shot my head up and saw a monster hurdling towards me...
That was all
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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