Posts by Marshfrost

Watching the cat stalk off, eyes narrowed in a glare at the she-cat, she stood up, lifting up a paw and mewed to herself in a mocking tone, "Trying to relax!" She scuffed at a dead reed being dragged by the water, snorting. "Relaxing. She should be hunting for the clan if she has all this spare time!" She leapt across the short span of the river, pouncing to a larger, broader rock and looked into the river, her eyes trained on the slightly murky New-Leaf water. The patched warrior looked into the water, her tail flicking slightly as she stared into the water, waiting for a flash of fish scales.

Looking to the she-cat's scrawny rabbit, Pouncepaw gave her a sincere look, adding, "Bad luck. Just wait until New-Leaf really starts!" The creamy apprentice gave her lips a lick, smiling and showing off her teeth. "The rabbits will be nice and fat and be easier to chase!" The apprentice gave her bushy tail a flick, adding, "The whole clan will be fed and all we'd really have to worry about it trying to keep the border free of trespassers!"

Hearing the leaves above her rustle, Seedwhisker traveled to the end of the branch she stooped on, looking to the tree across. She saw a golden, leopard spotted cat leap across the two trees, and saw a darker mass of fur in the leaves. She clambered up the branches, her tail flicking playfully as she continued her climb. Scrabbling up onto a thick branch, the scent of Honeyrose was all over the leaves, and she could just make out the place where she had leapt. Mustering up her courage, the dusty grey-white she-cat backed up to the back of the trunk, then raced as fast as she could, taking a flying leap from tree to tree. She was worried she'd accidentally land on someone, yowling, "Watch out!"

With claws extended, the she-cat landed steadily on the branch, swaying slightly as she struggled to get a better hold. She then sat up, looking to the leopard-pelted she-cat, licking a stray hair on her pelt. "Where'd he go?"

Frond of Dried Bracken padded over to Eagle, her fur nearly standing on ened at the mass of cats. "There's so many cats here!" she groaned, her eyes wide. There was no fear scent on her, but the magnitude of cats in the cramped clearing made her stomach turn over.

"You know," Cherrynose mewed, wrinkling her nose and twitching her whiskers, "Instead of sulking you can help me catch some fish!" Her tail was flicking as she returned her gaze to the water, looking into the silver, lapping water.

Sorry I'm not making this fancy or nothing, but I am still busy crying over the book.

[size=20pt]WARNING: There are going to be millions of spoilers here, so you have just been fairly warned! If you read on, don't get mad because it is your doing to read further![/size]

With an annoyingly loud, exasperated sigh, the she-cat put all her focus onto the water, her tail twitching slightly as her eyes gazed into the water. Suddenly, a flash of silver caught her eye, and darting her paw into the water faster then a bird, she plucked out a good-sized minnow. As it arced over her head, she caught it with her paw, bringing it to her awaiting jaws and snapped them eagerly into the wriggling and now still, fish.

As he came to rest in front of her, he dropped the larger one of them at her paws, his small, stubby tail wriggling slightly. His large, dark amber eyes flashed a glance to his mouse, and he gave his lips a lick. "Seen any cats cross the borders lately?" the tom mewed before taking a large bite of his mouse. "I swear, it seems like ShadowClan is always trying to steal every bit of prey they can get." His face was serious as he spoke, his eyes trained on his paws.

"Did you tell Wrathstar or either of the deputies?" He could feel the fur bristle along his spine involuntarily, and he had to smooth his black and white fur with a few quick licks to his pelt before returning his attention to the she-cat. "If they find that a clan-cat from somewhere else had crossed and they weren't warned, they'd be extremely cross with you."

"Nothing," he mewed, his voice oddly cold and bitter. He wouldn't look to her, just kept padding forward, not moving his eyes from his paws. The tom realized how harsh he sounded, and with a short sigh added, "It's just something you wouldn't understand." At least for now, he thought to himself, but shook away the nasty speculation. The scraggly pelted warrior didn't want to wish this sort of evil on the pretty warrior, but something in him knew that one day she would feel what he feels. After all, the warrior path is one filled plentifully with both happiness and sorrows.

"Well," the tom mewed, rolling the mouse under his paw for a second, then bit his lip, scolding himself for playing with his food. "It probably won't do much good to tell them now; someone else may have already gotten to it, or the scent is gone." With a gulp, he gave her a steady look with his amber eyes, then added, "If it happens again, then we'd know who to go to first."

"Don't worry," the tom mewed, finishing off his mouse with a quick bite, leaving nothing behind but a small scrap of fur. "I won't tell anyone. Just be more careful next time." The black and white warrior than began to groom himself; he didn't like it when he smelled like what he had just ate, and always himself a thorough was. Acorntail brought his paw over his whiskers, licking it and keeping his eyes on the she-cat in front of him.

I read all the series in order. I only found out about them 4 years ago when the second series was coming out.

But I totally agree. I was crying and had to turn away from my dad in fear that he would start making fun of me when Hollyleaf died. But I shouldn't be saying anything; I wrote a story in gr 8 and killed of four kittens, and my dad cried.

ANYWAY, Leafstar, Mistystar, Cherrytail, Sorreltail (Love Sorreltail, whoo!) are my favorites.

Watching as the she-cat extended her paw above the cool New-Leaf water, Cherrynose gave a snort. "I hope you don't think on eating one," she growled. Her own stomach rumbled, but she knew the code; kits, queens and elders are fed first. Her tail swishing on the rock, and she flashed her paw into the water, flicking a fish out of the water into the wrong direction and back into the water. "Mouse-dung!" she mewed.

As his weight returned to him, the tom had to struggle to find his footing. He fixed her with a glare, watching her keep a faster pace just ahead of him. His dark green eyes seemed dark, filled with regret now, and let out a sigh. "How come I can't do anything right?" he hissed to himself, scuffing at a bundle of pine needles. "Do I really have to discourage and separate myself from all my friends?"

Seedwhisker looked up, a leaf landing on her nose, and she shook her head to remove it. Looking to Honeyrose with her clear blue eyes, she mewed, "What are you waiting for? Let's go get him!" Her eyes sparked with excitement as she took a leap onto a branch above her head, careful not to let any dead leaves on the branch tumble below her onto the golden-furred she-cat. Looking up, she continued her climb, jumping up branch by branch, whiskers quivering.

"What does me having pure-clan blood have to do with anything?" she hissed, casting a stoney glare to the she-cat. "Actually, I don't; my father's grandmother was a ShadowClan cat." She stood up, her whiskers quivering and she bared her teeth. "It doesn't matter where your roots are from; being a warrior is more about the code than it has ever been about blood." Her tail lashed angrily, a snarl on her lips. "If only you could get that through your fish-brained head," The grey, ginger and white warrior returned her gaze to the water, adding, "You'd truly be a warrior."

Or maybe switch Scarred and Ripped around.... Scarred sounds more powerful than Ripped would.

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As Ruddyfeather lay her head back, panting, she cast her golden eyes to the two kits that laid at her belly; one was a dark ginger tabby and white tom, whose head swung back and forth in search of a place to suckle, and the other tom was a brown tabby with short fur. She gave each a gentle lick, her breath just beginning to come back from the strain of kitting the two kits. The ruddy-red she-cat gave her mate a plaintive look, mewing, "Crushedpowder, their so handsome." The new queen then again returned her soft, dreamy golden gaze to the kits, a gruff purr rumbling in her throat.