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I felt like drawing some of my characters


Pantherheart && Tornspirit <3

I might draw Darksong and Mothflight later......

[Đarκsong]

{{Ok since I don't feel like making a million threads, I'll post my Warriors fan-fic here }}

A tabby tom lay outside the Warriors’ den, basking in the late morning sun. He was trying his best to keep resent events off his mind, but it was very difficult. He was beginning to become disloyal to his clan, Nightclan. Or maybe it was just that he was upset with Bloodstar.
Then, a light grey pelted kitten tried her best to sneak up to the tom. Just as she crouched down to pounce, the tom lifted his head and spoke.
“Nice try, Ghostpaw. You’ll have to do better than that.”
Ghostpaw let out a small hiss, “Well, maybe I would be better if a certain mentor of mine would stop lying around and start training me!”
Slyheart, the clan’s deputy, overheard the conversation and added, “She’s right, Crookedpelt. You need to stop moping around and do your job.”
Crookedpelt stood up and stretched. He hissed at Slyheart, then led Ghostpaw in the direction of the camp exit.
Just as they were about to leave, Slyheart yelled to them; “For your laziness, you two will join Forestdeath and I for the evening patrol.”
Crookedpelt and Ghostpaw had already gone on patrol today, during the dawn patrol. It was completely unfair for them to have to go twice in one day. Crookedpelt decided not to argue with Slyheart, and instead led Ghostpaw out to the riverbank.

Ghostpaw stared, her green eyes wide with curiosity, into the clear water of the river. She touched the water with her paw, and quickly brought it back to dry land at the cold temperature of the river.
“What are you going to teach me hear?” She asked.
“How to fish, of course!” Crookedpelt said has he waded into the water slowly. He stopped once the water was above his paws.
Ghostpaw tested the water again, then carefully walked her way over to her mentor’s side. Shivering, she rubbed up against his flank.
“Ok, now don’t move.” He instructed, “Just focus on the water and watch for fish. The second you spot one, swipe at it and grab it quick.”
Ghostpaw concentrated on looking into the water for fish. She didn’t see anything. She began to get impatient, but just as she turned to tell Crookedpelt that she was getting bored, he swiped a fish out of the water and grabbed it in his jaws. He bit down on it with all his strength as it flailed. When it began to slow down, he carried it over to the shore and dropped it in the grass.
“WOW! How did you do that?!” Ghostpaw asked.
“I did what I just told you.” Crookedpelt simply answered.
The two stayed there for another few hours, Crookedpelt catching 3 more fish and Ghostpaw catching nothing. He assured her that she would do better next time. They walked back to camp and carried their fish over to the fresh-kill pile.
Crookedpelt gave Ghostpaw a break while he headed over to the nursery. He found that his mate, Flameheart, and his son, Shatteredkit, were outside in front of the nursery. He nuzzled Flameheart, then sat down beside her.
Their kit was a strange sight. She was a tabby like her father, but was horribly disfigured. When she was only a few days old, Bloodstar had attacked her because Crookedpelt had angered him. Shatteredkit now had one ear that was destroyed beyond use, and one of her front paws had no sensation, which caused her to have a bad limp.
Shatteredkit cuddled into Crookedpelt’s flank and purred gently.
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“Come on out, Pebble.” A white she-cat said to her kit, which was inside their makeshift den; a cardboard box.
Pebble cautiously stepped out. He was a tiny kitten, not yet old enough to not rely on his mother’s milk. He had a white pelt with a lone orange spot around his right eye and green eyes. He quickly padded over to his mother and hid himself behind her leg.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” She assured him, “Come on, you can come with me while I hunt.” She then began to walk away.
Pebble quickly ran after her and kept close by her side. They wandered from the alleyway to grassy field with a few sparse trees. Pebble picked up a scent he had never smelled before.
“Mommy, what’s that smell?” He asked
“Shh…it’s a mouse.” She answered, then crouched down and crept forward a bit.
Pebble, feeling more confident, looked around. He walked off, looking up at the tops of the few trees in the area. He heard the distant sound of a river, and curiously headed in the direction of the sound. Pebble glanced back at his mother, and saw as she leapt up and pounced on the mouse. He then continued to walk off.
He came to the river. He dipped his paw in curiously, and liked the feeling of it. He then put his other paw in and lapped at the clear water.
Pebble then played and splashed around in the water for a while. When he remembered that his mother would be worried, he ran as fast as he could back to where he had left here. She was no where to be found. He walked with his head down back to the river, and began mewing for her.
The sound of pawsteps made Pebble stop. He turned to see 4 cats stepping off a log that they had used to cross the river to the side he was on. A ginger pelted tom walked up to Pebble.
“Here’s where the mewing was coming from, Forestdeath!” The ginger tom said.
A black tom with white paws and tail tip, Forestdeath, came over and sniffed at Pebble. Pebble backed away from him and sat down, quivering in fear.
“Just a little runt, Slyheart, no big deal.” Forestdeath said.
Another tom, this one a tabby with a broken tail, walked over with a grey kit in tow. The grey kit walked right up to Pebble and ask, “Where are you from?”
Pebble stuttered a bit as he said, “I-I live in t-town with m-my mother….I can’t-t find her….”
“Aww…runt can’t find his mommy.” Slyheart said sarcastically, “Do you know what happens to kits that lose their mommies?”
“N-no..”
“Well…they..”
The tabby tom cut Slyheart off and said; “Oh stop it! Is that really necessary?” He then turned to Pebble, “Who is your mother?”
“Frost.” He told him.
Forestdeath hissed, “She always comes into our territory and steals our prey!”
“Oh is that the case?” Slyheart said, “Then we kill this stupid kit!” He then unsheathed his claws.
“No way!” The tabby tom protested, “I’m not going to sit here and watch as you attack another helpless kit.”
“Then you can leave, Crookedpelt!” Growled Slyheart.
Crookedpelt hissed and crouched, preparing to pounce on Slyheart.
An angered meow made them stop. A large grey tom appeared behind Crookedpelt.
“What is going on here?” The grey tom yelled.
Slyheart padded over beside the tom, “Mouse-brained Crookedpelt won’t let me kill this kit, Bloodstar!”
Crookedpelt hissed at Slyheart; “What is the point of killing a helpless kit?” He tried to think of something to support his opinion, “Don’t we need more warriors anyway? Why not take in this kit?”
Bloodstar walked over and sniffed Pebble. Pebbled slinked back and tried to curl up in a ball to hide. “He’s not fat and pampered like a kitty pet, but he’s a bit wimpy.” Bloodstar snorted.
“He can get stronger though.” Crookedstar pleaded.
Forestdeath started to agree with him, “About another moon and he’d be old enough to be an apprentice. I could mentor him to be an excellent fighter.”
Bloodstar finally gave in, despite Slyheart’s scoffing, “Fine, bring him to the nursery, then continue your patrol.” He then lead everyone back to camp.
Crookedpelt began to walk Pebble to the nursery, but Bloodstar stopped him. “Wait a moment.” He said, “I’ll announce him to the clan and give him a name.” Bloodstar then leaned down to Pebble, “Do you already have a name?”
Pebble quivered.
“Well?”
“….Pebble.”
“You can forget about that name. You will have a new name for your new life in Nightclan.”

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Bloodstar climbed on top of his small, cave-like den and announced, “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here for a clan meeting.”
All of the cats of the clan came over, besides Flameheart and Shatteredkit. They whispered amongst themselves about what the meeting could be about. Bloodstar nodded for Pebble to join him on top of the den. Crookedpelt helped him up as Bloodstar spoke; “While on patrol this evening, Slyheart, Forestdeath, Crookedpelt, and Ghostpaw found a lost kit. I’ve decided that we should take him into the clan, for we need more warriors for our upcoming attack on our rival, Dayclan.”
Mumurs of shock and disapproval swept over the clan. Bloodstar silenced them and said, “He is not a kittypet, and Forestdeath thinks he could make a decent warrior someday.”
Pebble trembled, knowing he was being stared at by at least 10 unfamiliar cats.
Bloodstar continued, turning to Pebble, “From this day forth, at least until your get your apprentice and then warrior name, you shall be known as Silentkit.” He then slinked down off the top of the den to the inside of it. Slyheart soon followed.
Flameheart then walked over to retrieve Silentkit, Shatteredkit following slowly behind her. “Welcome to the clan, Silentkit.” She said softly to him as she helped him down.
Later on the nursery, Flameheart explained to Silentkit about how Shatteredkit was injured and couldn’t play. Silentkit didn’t mind, for he wasn’t use to having anyone to play with anyway. He had 3 siblings at birth, but they didn’t make it.
He and Shatteredkit chatted about what life was like for a clan cat.
“You guys hunt for your food like my mom does, right? Do you eat what you catch?” Silentkit asked.
“No. A cat must take care of his or her clan before themselves. Everyone brings what they caught to the Fresh-Kill pile where everyone gets their meals from.”
“Oh.” He pondered for a moment and then asked, “When do we get to become warriors?”
Shatteredkit looked down at her disfigured paw, “Well…in another moon or so, we’ll be named apprentices. One of the warriors will train us, then we become warriors once the training is done.” She sighed, then said; “But I might not be able to be a warrior.”
Silentkit purred and pressed his nose on her flank. If Shatteredkit can’t be a warrior, she must have some other purpose.
Shatteredkit decided to change the subject, “We all answer to Starclan, our warrior ancestors. They watch over us, and we can see them in the stars in Silverpelt.”
“Silverpelt?”
“The night sky.”
The two kits spent the night cuddled next to each other, Silentkit dreaming of the day he would become a warrior of Nightclan.

For the next moon, things were pretty calm for Silentkit. He and Shatteredkit would talk for entire afternoons, and he would occasionally play fight with Ghostpaw. The only problem was Slyheart’s constant rude remarks. Silentkit eventually learned to ignore them, but he was still afraid that Slyheart might harm him.
Silentkit and Shatteredkit were sitting outside the nursery, enjoying the late new-leaf heat. Flameheart padded over to them, seeming to be excited about something.
“Come on, you two are to become apprentices today!” She told them.
Silentkit immediately jumped up from where he stood and stood to walk over towards Bloodstar’s den. He then looked over and saw that Shatteredkit was struggling to get up. He supported her side with the weak paw, helping her stand up. He wanted to run as fast as he could, but kept his pace slow for her.
“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a clan meeting.” The two kits heard Bloodstar’s booming voice say.
Flameheart led them over to the entrance of the den, right underneath where Bloodstar stood.
“Today, these two kits shall become apprentices.”
Brokenfeather, a grey she-cat, meowed, “How can that train to be a warrior?!” She said, motioning towards Shatteredkit, “I certainly wouldn’t be her mentor.”
Shatteredkit hung her head low and started to get up and walk away. Silentkit whispered to her, “Don’t worry, just because you can’t be a warrior doesn’t mean your can’t be of any help to the clan.” Shatteredkit nodded, and nuzzled him.

Bloodstar was a bit agitated, “I have thought about that, now be quiet!” he then continued, “Shatteredkit, from this day forth until you get your warrior name, you shall be Shatteredpaw. You shall be mentored by Tornspirit and Blackheart, and will look after them in the Elder’s Den.”
Shatteredpaw’s face lighted up at his words. Two older toms, one grey and one black pelted, moved to the front of the crowd of cats. Shatteredpaw touched noses with both of them and then sat down next to them.
“Now, Silentkit.” Bloodstar said, “From this day forth until you get your warrior name, you shall be Silentpaw. Forestdeath, you are one of my top warriors. You may have Silentpaw as your apprentice. I hope you can pass your skill and loyalty to him.”
Silentpaw nervously looked through the cats for Forestdeath. It was strange to think that a cat that had once agreed with Slyheart on killing him would now be his mentor. Forestdeath appeared, and Silentpaw mimicked Shatteredpaw, touching noses with his new mentor.
The crowd of cats began chanting, “Shatteredpaw! Silentpaw! Shatteredpaw! Silentpaw!”
Bloodstar then silenced them and said, “Tomorrow is the Gathering. Forestdeath, Silentpaw, Brokenfeather, Blackheart, and Shatteredpaw will be coming.” Murmurs of disappointment fell over those who were not chosen to go.
Crookedpelt hissed angrily. Bloodstar always picked favorites with Forestdeath and Brokenfeather. He hadn’t been to a gathering since he was an apprentice many moons ago and Crookedpelt knew exactly why. The memories began coming back up, but he forced them back down.
“To those who are going; we are to act peaceful with Dayclan. There will be no hint of our plan!” Bloodstar added with a devilish look upon his face.
A shiver went down Crookedpelt’s spine at the thought of the planned attack on Dayclan. Bloodstar wanted to invade their camp, kill all their warriors, and kidnap all the kits. That way, Nightclan would have the forest all to themselves.

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“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a clan meeting.” An oddly small grey tom announced from the top of a tree stump.
The cats of the clan slowly gathered, chit-chatting and exchanging harsh words about their leader. Murmurs of, “How is runty Littlestar going to make a good leader?”, “Why did he choose his mate for Deputy when Mothflight is Senior Warrior?”, and “Starclan either has gone mad or they have left us!”
Littlestar hushed them many times before he could speak, “As you all know, tomorrow is the Gathering.”
“Yeah, wait until Nightclan sees we have such a puny leader!” A ginger tom, Quickstep remarked.
Littlestar tried his best to ignore him and continued; “I have decided that Mothflight, Frogpaw, Watershimmer, Smokepaw, and Lightpaw will be going.
Quickstep hissed in disapproval.
Littlestar had simply had enough and retired to his den. He curled up in a ball in the middle of the floor. Goldenstar always believed in me, he thought, so why does the entire clan think I’m useless?
“Can I come in?” a cat softly mewed from just outside his den.
“Enter.” He mewed, barely lifting his head up.
A black she-cat came in and sat down next to him. She pressed her muzzle into his flank affectionately.
“What am I going to do, Velvetfur? The whole clan is against me!”
“Just give them some time; they’ll get over this whole mess. Things will get better.” She purred.
“I hope so.” Littlestar mewed.

A young ginger tom splashed around playfully in the river. “Come on, Softpaw! It’s so fun!”
Softpaw, a tortoise shell she-cat barely old enough to be an apprentice, mewed, “I don’t think so. I don’t want to look mouse-brained like you!”
Frogpaw stopped splashing at the sound of heavy pawsteps. He rushed out of the water and shook out his pelt right next to Softpaw, who hissed angrily at him.
An adult she-cat with a white pelted padded over to them, her grey-pelted apprentice following close behind, “Playing in the water again, Frogpaw? Shouldn’t you be trainging with Mothflight?” she asked.
Frogpaw hung his head low, “Yes, mother, I’m sorry.” He then added, “Mothflight gave me the evening off.”
The she-cat rolled her eyes, then began walking away, “Come on, Smokepaw.” She said.
“Yes, Watershimmer.” Smokepaw said obediently. Frogpaw batted a paw at him as he padded past him to cross the river. Smokepaw hissed back at Frogpaw.
Watershimmer turned around and hissed, “Frogpaw! Stop your nonsense!” She then led Smokepaw on the stepping stones to the other side of the river.
After hunting for the rest of the evening, Watershimmer had great luck at catching prey, while Smokepaw had caught nothing. He helped his mentor carry her kill back to camp. He wasn’t very hungry himself, so he brought part of Watershimmer’s kill to the Elder’s Den.
The two elders, Leopardheart and Grasspelt, were talking when Smokepaw entered.
“I can’t believe Nightclan hasn’t bothered us for over 2 moons.” Leopardheart mewed, “Thought they might plan an attack while we’re still recovering from the last one.”
Grasspelt obviously didn’t want to talk about it anymore. In that attack, he had nearly lost his life. Now, he was forced to become an elder early since he has problems scenting and walking on his left back leg. He was still upset about it, so talking about it was out of the question. He focused on Smokepaw. He thanked him for bringing in the freshkill and offered for him to stay and chat with them for a bit.
Smokepaw accepted, not wanting to have to go deal with Frogpaw again.
“How have things been going for you lately?” Leopardheart asked, “Is Watershimmer working you too hard?” Watershimmer was his kit.
“Ok I guess. I really like training and going out hunting.” Smokepaw answered.
Leopardheart decided to prod at him a bit more, “What is it that you’re not liking?”
Smokepaw looked into Leopardheart’s eyes, then to Grasspelt. Could he trust them? He thought yes, so he told them; “Some cats are now treating me unkindly because of my father.”
Grasspelt sighed, “I really don’t see why a lot of the clan doesn’t like Littlestar. Sure, he’s a bit small but that doesn’t change that he really cares for his clan and is very brave.”
“Why would Goldenstar have chosen him for deputy if she didn’t think he would make a good leader? And why would Starclan give him his nine lives if he wasn’t meant to lead Dayclan?” Leopardheart added, “I assure you, this will all go away after a while.”
“I hope it does,” Smokepaw sighed, “I just wish everyone saw him the way we do.”
“They will.” Grasspelt reassured him, “Now, want to come with me to see my kits? I’m sure it would help you get your mind off all of this.” Grasspelt’s mate, Pantherheart, had just kitted last week. Smokepaw had yet to see the new kits, so he agreed to go with him.

“They’re so tiny!” Smokepaw mewed when he saw the two kits. Both of them were she-cats, one a tortoise shell and the other completely black. Seeing them made him remember to back when he was a kit, spending his days in the nursery, play fighting with Frogpaw all day. He yearned for the friend he use to have in Frogpaw, but knew deep down that their relationship couldn’t go back to an almost brotherly bond.

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Silentpaw padded behind Forestdeath nervously. They were walking through Moonlit Valley, where Dayclan and Nightclan held their Gatherings. Tonight was his first Gathering. Apprentices as young as he normally did not get to go, yet he and Shatteredpaw were chosen.
Forestdeath stopped near a group of younger cats. He told Silentpaw; “You can stay here and mingle with them. I need to have a word with Mothflight.”
Silentpaw nodded and sat down, keeping distance between himself and the Dayclan apprentices. Shatteredpaw soon came over and lay beside him along with Blackheart.
“You are all fairly new apprentices, right?” Blackheart asked the group. They all nodded back to him, “Well then, do you know how our clans started?”
Silentpaw gave Shatteredkit a questioning look, but she seemed just as oblivious as he was. A white tom from Dayclan was the only one who knew it, saying that he was apprentice to the Medicine Cat.
“I guess I’ll tell you the story then. One day, two cats wandered into this very forest. They were brothers named Day and Night. Day had a soft white pelt and eyes of the same blue shade as our river. Night had rough black pelt and eyes like the stars in Silverpelt. They both had their own personalities and ideas, Day being very kind, compassionate, and humble, Night being dark, serious, and a bit hostile.
“They tried very hard to form a clan with both of them leading, but their differences were just too great. Night left with his followers and traveled deeper into the forest to form Nightclan, while Day stayed with his followers and made Dayclan. The brothers stilled longed for each other, so they decided to meet every moon to discuss their latest triumphs and failures.”
Silentpaw’s sparkling eyes had stared at Blackheart throughout the entire story. He found all these stories and clan life to be quite fascinating. Since he was formerly a rouge, not believing in StarClan, it was a bit hard for him to believe it all.
A loud, and a bit terrifying, cry from Bloodstar signified the beginning of the gathering. All the cats turned their attention to the center of the clearing, where Bloodstar stood on a great boulder. Littlestar was seen just below, his small frame struggling to climb up. A warrior who was nearby gave him a boost. Murmurs fell over the large group of cats, questioning Littlestar as a leader.
It was quite comical to see Bloodstar and Littlestar side by side. Both cats were grey, but Bloodstar was very large and tough. Littlestar was small and had a long and soft pelt.
The Nightclan leader began speaking first without even acknowledging his fellow leader, “Our clan is doing quite well. A rouge kitten was found by some of my warriors, and we took him in. He and another one of our young cats were recently apprenticed. They are Silentpaw and Shatterpaw.” Some of the Nightclan cats chanted their names.
Littlestar then spoke up, “Dayclan has some new apprentices as well. Softpaw was apprenticed to Quickstep and Lightpaw is being mentored by our medicine cat, Rainfall.” The crowd of cats acted as though they weren’t listening. The tiny leader continued anyway, “Pantherheart also just gave birth to two kits, Leafkit and Flowerkit.”
The clans soon parted ways from a very uneventful gathering, Dayclan unaware of their possible doom.

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“What do you scent?” Forestdeath said.
Silentpaw open his mouth and tasted the air. He had trouble separating out the individual scents, “Umm….” He stumbled, “….I think there’s a mouse….and maybe a…..squirrel?”
Forestdeath growled, shaking his head at his apprentice, “No!” He said angrily, “There is a mouse yes, but the other is a vole. When will you learn?”
Never, it seems like, Silentpaw thought.
“I guess we’ll just go back to camp.” His mentor said, going to retrieve his kill; 2 squirrels and a vole. Seeing he struggled to carry it all, Silentpaw padded over and grabbed one of the squirrels. Forestdeath didn’t even acknowledge his help.
As they walked back to camp, a strange scent came to Silentpaw, “What is…”
The young tom didn’t even get to finish his sentence before a young badger appeared before them. Silentpaw’s first instinct was to run, but his paws were glued to the ground. He looked to Forestdeath. He was hissing at the beast, trying to make it back off. It failed. The badger charged and swiped a large claw at Silentpaw.
Forestdeath got between Silentpaw and the badger and then called out, “Go back to camp and get help!”
Silentpaw took off running, ignoring the fact that he was bleeding. When he reached camp, he was too out of breath to speak. Crookedpelt and Ghostpaw approached him, concerned.
“What happened?” Crookedpelt asked quickly, as though he couldn’t ask fast enough.
Silentpaw had begun to catch his breath, so he replied, “Badger attacked…..Forestdeath needs help….”
Crookedpelt’s eyes widened. He turned and called, “Slyheart, There’s a badger in our territory! We need to go help Foresdeath.” The ginger tom cat came running over, and he, Crookedpelt, and Ghostpaw left.
Silentpaw was then aware of the claw marks across his face. They stung horribly, and blood dripped down his face. He headed for the medicine cat’s den.
The medicine cat, Darksong, and his apprentice, Nightpaw, were both black toms with amber colored eyes. Silentpaw was confused at first upon seeing them.
“Wow!” Nightpaw said, “How’d you get that?!” He seemed fascinated by Silentpaw’s wounds.
Darksong shoved Nightpaw away, “Stop it, Nightpaw. This is serious, so stop acting like a stupid kit!” He growled at his apprentice, “Go get some cob webs and marigold leaves before I drive you out of here!” He then mumbled something about how annoying Nightpaw was as he examined Silentpaw’s torn face more closely.
Nightpaw could be heard in the back of the den rummaging through herbs as Darksong said, “You’re lucky that the scratches didn’t harm your eyes. What were you doing anyway? Wrestling with a thornbush?”
“No.” Silentpaw replied, “A badger attacked me and Forestdeath.”
Nightpaw then returned with the cobwebs and marigold, “Well, it’s about time!” Darksong hissed at him. He then began cleaning and closing up Silentpaw’s wounds as best as he could. The apprentice winced every time the medicine cat’s paws touched him.
“I want you to stay with me for tonight.” Darksong said once he was finished, “Just to be sure your eyes are really ok.” He then turned to Nightpaw, “I’ll have him sleep in your nest and you can sleep outside.”
“But Darksong…”
He simply stared at his apprentice. He didn’t even have to say anything to make the young tom obey.

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LOLCAT AVATARS!!!

lol I got bored XD

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Here's that guy you all love, Darksong

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SNOWSONG

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Omg, I love it, thanks!

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And lookie, a sketch of Darksong and Mothflight when they were little
emziepoodlez.deviantart.com/art/Darkpaw-and-Mothpaw-87796489
It's waaay to big to post here, so yeah look there XD

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Yet another Darksong banner lol

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((This is......well read it and find out XD))

It was all Tornspirit could do to drag himself out of the Warriors Den that morning. He had not slept much at all. The black tom felt like a zombie as he walked into the nursery. Images of what had happened the night before flickered in front of his eyes.

He shook his head, bringing himself back to the reality of the situation. His two kits were curled up together in the back of the cave. Yes, the other queens did argee to nurse the two tiny kittens, but beyond that they would do nothing else to care for them.

Tornspirit padded over to them and sat down. He cleaned them gently, absentmindedly. He felt as though he was just as helpless as the tiny kits. How would he survive? How could they possibly survive?

A familar cat stepped into the nursery. It was an old tabby tom with wiry fur and clouded over eyes. He padded over to Tornspirit.

"You doing ok?"

"...not really, Grasspelt." Tornspirit replied sadly.

Grasspelt sniffed at the two kits, unable to see, "Did you name them?" He asked curiously.

"Darkkit and Mothkit."

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THIS STORY IS RATED G FOR GORY, GRUESOME, GRAPHIC, AND GROTESQUE. DO NOT READ IF YOU PREFER TO KEEP YOUR FOOD IN YOUR STOMACHE!

Emzie is not liable for any traumatization caused by the following

The sound of metal grinding it's way through bone, the feeling of warm blood gushing out his his head down to his neck, slipping in and out of consciousness. These things made Wyatt feel as though this must be the end. He opened his mouth to scream for help, but no sound came.

He then felt a horrible sharp pain in his head that sent a shockwave through his body. It suddenly stopped and turned into a throbbing numbness all over. He closed his eyes and could no longer open them. He heard something splat onto the floor behind him. He slipped out of consciousness as he realized it was brain matter that had landed on the floor.

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Darkpaw always knew his father would end up becoming an elder early. Tornspirit wasn't far out of his prime, but then again he really didn't do much of anything for the clan. It shocked Darkpaw that Redstar hadn't exiled him yet.

So there Darkpaw sat beside Tornspirit, their black pelts melded together. Of course Darkpaw disliked his father for many reasons, but he was still his father. He couldn't help but hang around in the Elder's Den after he was finished training. What else was there for him to do?

"Darkpaw, you know that the way this clan is wrong right?"

"Yeah, I suppose...." Darkpaw was really tired of hearing this same old story from Tornspirit.

"It is and eventually things are going to need to change."

"Yes dad I know, I know, I know!"

Tornspirit glared at his son, "Good thing, because it will probably become your problem."

Darkpaw rolled his eyes and said, "What Redstar does isn't my problem."

"But everyone knows Redstar is going to die soon. What I fear is how the next leader will run things....it seems to get worse with each one."

"It's not my problem to deal with! Seriously, if you're so concerned why don't you do something about it now?" Darkpaw growled at him.

Tornspirit smirked and replied, "It isn't time yet."

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(((DISCLAIMER: You will probably get cavities from how sweet this is)))

"Wake up!"

Darkkit ignored the called and instead curled up into a tighter ball against the nursery wall.

"Aww come on!!"

The ebony kit attempted to cover his ears with his paws, "No....go away Dreamkit..."

Dreamkit let out a sigh of frustration. She poked at Darkkit with her paw - no response - so then she lept onto him. Even though she was only a few days younger than Darkkit, she was just a bit more than half his size. Her tiny white paws poked and batted at his face.

Darkkit mewed in surprise and shook her off, "What?!" he snapped.

The little white kit's ears folded down and her eyes were full of sadness, "I just wanted to play with you..."

Instantly, Darkkit was sorry for being so cross with her. "Sorry....I had just gotten to sleep." It was near moonhigh, "Why do you want to play right now?"

Dreamkit's eyes lit up, "Because, this is the best time to play! Come on!!"

Darkkit always thought that night was the best time for sleep, not play, but he went along with Dreamkit anyway. She led him out into the clearing and down to the sands. The little white kit laid down in the sand close to the water and motioned for Darkkit to join her. He sat beside her, his pelt touching hers.

She looked out across the ocean to the stars in Silverpelt. "See? Isn't this cool?"

"Yeah....I've heard about Silverpelt but never actually seen it." He always enjoyed hearing stories, like one about Silverpelt, that had to do with warrior ancestors. It was comforting to think that his mother could possibly be so close, but he had a bit of doubt about her being in StarClan. She wasn't clan born.

It seemed as though Dreamkit read his mind, "I'm sure your mother is there, I heard she made a great clan cat." She did stretch what she had heard a bit, but something still told her Darkkit's mother had to be in Starclan.

A smile came to Darkkit's face for a moment as Dreamkit spoke. He really wanted to believe what she said. They sat in silence for quite a while, staring at the stars in Silverpelt.

Dreamkit glanced over at Darkkit, and seeing that he was totally preoccupied she decided to make a move. She leapt at him, pushing him into the salty water. He hissed for a moment then chuckled and pulled her in by the scruff.

They played there for a bit, splashing each other. Darkkit looked up towards camp for a moment and saw that somecat was in camp, and seemed to be look towards them! "Run!"

The two kits bounded quickly to some nearby bushes. Their pelts became covered in sand in the process. They sat very still and watched as one of the warriors walked onto the beach, looked about, and then left. A few minutes later they crept out of the bushes and ran back to the nursery.