The Creation of TunnelClan (Crowpaw, Smallstream, Rubyflame(star) and Birchpaw!)

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    "Ahh, it's ok. She is pretty cute, and it was pretty obvious by the way you were looking at her. To tell the truth..." He looked over at Cinderpaw. "Cinderpaw is a definite crush for me..." Birchpaw whispered.

    "Cinderpaw? I thought see was staring at Crimson in a funny way! Anyway, they were hunting together today." Crowpaw mewed.

    Birchpaw held back a hiss. "I guess that's fine. I mean...I don't have to be by her side all the time..." he turned around. "'Night, Crowpaw."

    "Good night," Crowpaw replied.
    He suddenly had a queasy feeling in his belly.
    Was Daisyspots or Cinderpaw the cats to die?

    Birchpaw could sence Crowpaw's fear.
    "Are you ok?" he whispered.
    "I want to get some sleep."

    LOL I'm there too! Join me! ;) But are we still roleplaying here?


    "Well,...ok then." Birchpaw settled down once again.

    Smallstream lay in her nest. She felt as if a beech tree was growing in her stomach. Did she really want to be on this journey? Away from her Clanmates? Would they think she was unloyal or a traitor if she and Rubyflame went back?
    She suddenly heard a soft, familiar echo in her mind, "Come Smallstream. Into the meadow-it is your destiny."
    "Wha-what destiny? Who are you? Why are you here?" Smallstream mewed, feeling tiny on the inside.
    "I am your mother Bird. Now come, you will be a very useful warrior on this journey. You shall never turn back," The black tabby's spirit glowed in the moonlight.
    Smallstream stared at the she-cat, "B-Bird? It's you! I thought I'd never see you again!"
    Bird nodded as she padded out of the cave and towards a star-filled meadow. In amazement, Smallstream saw other StarClan ancestors in the field.
    One of the spirits meowed,"Hello Smallstream. We have been waiting for you. You are about to become the light of this journey. The Light of Glory, the Light of Justice. You will lead the Fallen Clan to the death."
    "To the death?" Smallstream remembered Ice's prophetic dream, "That's it! I'm the cat in Ice's prophecy, aren't I?"
    Bird nodded, "We have read the stars, young one. Follow the path StarClan guides you on."
    Smallstream stared at the moon. Was this her destiny? Should she accept it? "Yes, I will."
    Suddenly, the spirits disappeared, sending a powerful wind at her. The wind stopped, making a light breeze flow in the sky like a river. Smallstream padded back to her moss nest. Her legs were trembling with the wieght StarClan had put on her shoulders.
    "I am meant for this. I am Smallstream, the Light of TunnelClan. I can do this..." She whispered and disappeared into the cave.

    Birchpaw's dream was shocking.
    He didn't know what it was about.
    He didn't want to though...
    Not the TRUTH.


    A pale yellow light flooded his sight.
    "Ugg...who's there?" he mumbled.
    The light faded to reveal a brownish cat with bright blue eyes.
    "It's Sparrowfeather, your father." he murmured.
    Birchpaw's eyes widened. "Your DEAD?!"
    He nodded. "I was ran over by a monster."
    Birchpaw's eyes closed. "Oh."
    Sparrowfeather shook his head. "Anyways. You need to listen to me. Darkness is coming. And with phrophecys surrounding it, you will need to be protected."
    Birchpaw's eyes glowed with anger. "I-I'm fine! I survived a monster! My clan doesn't know WHERE I am! And now I'm helping a long lost clan come back to LIFE!"
    Sparrowfeather nodded. "I see..."
    Birchpaw settled down. "I-I'm sorry..."
    Sparrowfeather quickly looked up. "You need to know the truth. Now!" he hissed, thunder flashing and thunder striking.
    Birchpaw dashed forward. "N-NO!"
    Sparrowfeather began to fade.
    Your life is wrong. The Petal was never yours...the truth is coming... A large booming voice said sternly.
    Birchpaw began to cry, his velvet tears falling to the ground.
    "N-NO!!!"
    "N...N...No..."

    Crowpaw woke up.
    "Will you shut up, you stupid furball? We are trying to get some sleep. Is that too much to ask?" He hissed.

    Birchpaw looked down. "Sorry, but I had a HORRIBLE dream thank you!" he snarled back.

    "Yes, fine, whatever." Birchpaw shook his head.


    Meanwhile, two cats walked through the forest. "I'm getting heavy with kits," the black one mewed. "I-I need a rest." The white and gray one nodded. "Ok, Dusk." They layed down, Dusk collapsing. "We better find somewhere to live soon, Storm. I'm going to have my kits soon." Storm looked on at her, worried.

    Birchpaw jumped up in alarm. "W-What?...We need to be ready. Wake up EVERYONE!"
    Fox slowly got up and stretched. "What's the big - OH MY STARCLAN!" He crouched down. "I'll be ready to rip their fur off for Cinder."

    The kits mewled, terrified. They rushed over to Cinder's belly.
    "Are we going to be eaten mommy?" Ripplekit squealed.
    "I'm scared!" Stormkit's blue eyes were wide with fear.
    "I want to go home!" Mintykit complained.

    Hey, so...do you want to be all the kits? Srry I took long


    Cinder blinked at them. "You're going to be fine. Just follow me." She lead the way to Pear and Crimson and asked, "Is their any small cave down here we can hide in?"

    "Yes," Crimson meowed, touching the kit's shoulders with his tail, "There is one on your left-paw side. Continue going straight and you will find a small boulder. Push it away, and you will find a cave."

    Cinder nodded, then turned to her kits. "Keep coming." She quickly grabbed a vole from the freshkill pile, then set off.


    Birchpaw shook his head. "The smell is overwhelming - We need to attack!"