Coming1 wrote on 1st November 2015 05:59 AM:

Jayfeather said on 1st November 2015 04:42 AM:
Chapter 1



It was very dark. Rusty could sense something was near. The young tomcats's eyes opened wide as he scanned the dense undergrowth. This place was unfamilar, but the strage scents drew him onward, deeper into the shadows. His stomach growled, reminding him of his hunger. He opened his jaws slightly to let the warm mells of the forest reach the scent glads on the roof of fim mouth. Musty ordors of leaf mold mingled with the temoting aroma of a small furry creature.

Suddenly a flash of gray raced past him. Rusty stopped still, listening. It was hiding in the leaves less than two tail-lenghts away. Rusty knew it was a mouse-- he could feel the rapid pulsing of a tiny hearty deep within his ear fur. He swallowed, stifling his rumbling somach. Soon his hunger would be satisfied.

Slowly he lowered his body into postintion, crouching for the attack. He was downwind of teh mouse. He knew it was not aware of him. Withone final; check on his prey's position, Rusty pushed back hard on his haunches and sprang , kicking up leaves in the forest floor as he rose.

The mouse dived for cover, heading toward a hole in the ground. But Rusty was already on top of it. He scooped it into the air, hooking the helpless creature with his thorn-sharp claws, flinging it up in a high arc onto the leaf-covered ground. The mouse landed dazed, but alive. It tried to run, but Rusty snatched it up again. He tossed the mouse once more, this time a little farther away. The mouse managed to scramble a few paces before Rusty caught up with it.

Suddenly a noise roared nearby. Rusty looked around, and as he did so the mouse was able to pull away from his claws. When Rusty turned back he saw it dart into the darlness among the tangled roots of a tree.

Angry, Rusty gave up the hunt. He spun around, his green eyes glaring, intent on searching out the noise that had cost him his kill. The sound rattled on, becoming more familiar. Rusty blinked open his eyes.

The forest had disappreared. He was inside a hot and sirles kitchen, curled in his bed. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting shadows on the smooth, hard floor. The noise had been the rattle of hard, dried pellets of food as they were tipped into his dish. Rusty had been dreaming.

Lifting his head, he rested his chin on the side of his bed. His collar rubbed uncomfortably around his neck. In his dream he had felt fresh air ruffling the soft fur where the collar usually pinched. Rusty rolled onto his back, savoring the dream for a few more moments. He could still smell mouse. It was the third tom since full moon that he'd had the dream, and every time the mouse had escaped his grasp.

He licked his lips. From his bed he could smell the bland odor of his food. His owners always refilled his dish before they went to bed. The dusty smell chased away the warm scents of his dream. But the hunger rumbled on in his stomach, so Rusty stretched the sleep out of his limbs and padded across teh kitchen floor to his dinner. The food felt dry and tasteless on his tongue. Rusty reluctantly swallower one more mouthful. Then he turned away from the fooddish and pushed his way out throught the cat flap, the hoping that the smell of the garden would bring back the fellings from his dream.

Outside, the moon was bright. it was raining lightly. Rusty stalked down the tidy garden, following the starlit gravel path, felling the stoned cold and sharp beneath his paws. He made his dirt beneath a large bush with glossy green leaves and heavy purple flowers. Their sickly sweet scent cloyed the damp air around him, and he curled his lip to drive the smell out of his nostrils.

Afterward, Rusty settled down on top of one of the posts in the fence that marked the limits of his graden. Itt was a favorite sopt of his, as he could see rigt into the neighbooring gardens as well as into the dense green forest on the other side of the garden fence.

The rain had stoppd. Behind him, the close-cropped lawn was bathed in moonlight, but beyond his fence the woods were full of shadows. Rusty stretched his head forward to take a sniff of the damp air. His skin was warm and dry inder his thick coat, but he could fell the weight of the rain drops taht sparled on his ginger fur.

He heard his owners giving him one last call from the back door . If he went to them now, they would grett him with gentle words and caresses and welcome him onto thier bed, where he would curl, purring, warm in the crook of a bent knee.


But this time Rusty ignored his owners.....

Oh my goodness it is so tense. I read the last part a little while ago and now this one is just so exciting!
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Chapter 3

That Morning, as Rusty slept off his night's wandering the mouse dream came again, even more vivid than before. Free of his colar, beneath the moon, he stalked the timid creature. But this time he was aware of being wached. Shining from the shadows of the forest he saw dozens of yellow eyes. The clan cats had entered his dream worlds.

Rusty woke, blinking in the bright sunshine hat was streaming across the kitchen floor. His fur felt heavy and thick with warmth. His food bowl had been topped up, and his water bowl rinsed out and filled with bitter-tasting Twoleg water. Rusty perferred drinking frm puddles outside, but when it was hot, or he was very thirsty, he had to admit it was easie to lap up the water indoors. Could he really abandon this comfortable life?

He ate, then pushed his way out of he cat flap into the garden. The day promised to be warm, and the harden was heavy wih the smell of early blossoms.

"Hello, Rusty!" mewed a voice from the fence. It was Smudge. "You should have been awake and hour ago. The baby sparrows were out streching their wings."

"Did you catch any?" Rusty asked.

Smudge yawned and licked his nose. " Couldn't be bothered. I'd already eaten enough at home. Anyway why weren't you out earlier? Yesterday you were complaining about Henry sleeping his time away, and today you're not much better yourself."

Rusty sat down on the cool earth beside the fence and curled his tail neatly over his front paws. "I was in the woods last night," he reminded his friend. At once he felt the blod stir in his veins and his fur stiifen.

Smudge loked down at him, his eyes wide. "Oh, yes, I forgot! How was it? Did you catch anything? Or did anything catch you?"

Rusty paused, not sure how to tell his old friend what had happened. "I met some wild cas," he began

"What!" Smudge was clearly shocked. "Did you get into a fight?"

"Sort of." Rusty could fell th energy suring through his body again as he recalled the strength and power of the clan ats.

"Were you hurt? What happened?" Smudge prompted him eagerly

"There were three of them. Bigger stronger than any of us."

"And you fought all three of them! Smudge interrupted, his tail twitching with excitment.

"No!" Rusty mewed hastily. "Just the youngest one; the other two came later."

"How come they didn't shred you to pieces?"

"They just warned me to leave their territory. But then..."Rusty hesitated

"What!" mewed Smudge impatiently.

"They asked me to join their clan."

Smudge's whiskers quivered disbelievingly.

"They did!" Rusty insisted

"Why would they do that?"

"I don't know," Rusty asmitted. "I think they need extras paws in their clan."

"Sounds a bit odd to me, " Smudge mewes doubtfully. "I woudn't trust them if i were you."

"Rusty looked at smudge. His blac-andwhite friends had never shown any intrest in venturing into the woods. He was perfectly contenty living with his house folk. He would never understand the restless longing that Rusty's dreams stirred in hom noght after night.

"But I do trust them" Rusty purred softly. "And i've made up my mind. Im going to join them."......

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Chapter 2
.....voices and turned his gaze back to the forest. the crisp smell of the woods had grown fresher after the rain.

Suddenly the fur on his spine prickled. Was something moving out there? Was something watching him? Rusty stared ahead, but it was impossible to see or smell anything in the dark, tree-scented air. He lifed his chin boldly, stood up, and stretched, onepaw gripping each corner of the fencepost as he straightened his legs and arched his back. He closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of the woods once more. It seemed to promise him something tempting him onward into the whisperin shadow. Tensing him muscles, he crouched for a moment. Then he leaped lightly down into the rough grass on the other side of the garden fence. As he landed, the bell on his collar rang out through the still night hair.

"Where are you off to, Rusty?" meowed a familar voice behind him.

Rusty looked up. A young black-and-white cat was balancing ungracefully on the fence.

"Hello, Smudge,"Rusty replied.

"You're not going to go in the woods, are you?"Smudge's amber eyes were huge.

"Just for a look," Rusty promised, shifting uncomfortably.

"You woudn't get me out there. It's dangerous!" Smudge wrinkled his black nose with distaste. "Henry said he went into the woods once." The cat lifted his head and gestured with his node over the rows of fences toward the garden where henry lived

"That fat old tabby never went into the woods!" Risty scoffed."He's hardly been beyond his own garden since his trip to the vet. All he wants to do is eat and sleep."

"No, really. He caught a robin there!" Smudge insisted.

"Well, if he did, then it was before the vet. Now hecomplains about birds because they disturb his dozing."

"Well,anyway," Smudge went on, ignoring the scorn in Rusty's mew, "Henry told me there are all sorts of dagerous animals out there. Huge wildcats who eat live rabbit for breakfast and sharpen there claws on old bones!"

"I'm only going for a look around," Rusty meowed. "I won't stay long."

"Well, don't say i didn't warn you!" pureed Sumdge. The black-and-white cat turned and plunged off the fence bak down into his own garden.

Rusty sat down in the coarse grass beyond the arden fence. He gave his shoulder a nervous lick and wondered how much of Smudge's gossip was true.

Suddenly the movemen of a tiny creature caught his eye. He wathed it scuttle under some bramblems.

Instinct made him drop into a low crouch. With one slow paw after another he drew his body froward through the undergrowth. Ears pricked, nostrils flared, eyes unvlinking, he meowed toward the animal. He could see it cleary now, sitting up among the barbed branches, nibbling on a large seed held between it's paws. It was a mouse.

Rusty rocked his haunches from side to side, reparing to leap. He held his breath in case his bell rang again. excitement course through him, making his heart pound. Thsi was even better taht his dreams! Then a sudden noise of cracking twigs and crunching leaves made him jump. His bell jangled treacherously, and the mouse darted away into the thickest tangle of the bramble bush.

Rusty stood very still and looked around. He could see the white tip of a red bushy tail trailing through a clump of tall ferns up ahead. He smelled a string, stranges scent, definitely a meat-eater, but niether cat nor dog. Distracted, Rusty forgot about the mouse and watched the red tail curiously. He wanted a better look.

All of Rusty's senses strained ahead as he prowled forward. Then he detected another noise. It came from behind, but sounded muted and distant. He swiveled his ears backward to hear it better. Pawsteps? he wondered, but he kept his eyes fixes on the strange red fur up ahead, and cmtiuned to creep onward. It was only when the faint rustling behind him became a loud and fast-approuching leaf-crackle that Rusty realized he was in danger.

the creature hit him like an explosion and Rusty was thrown sideways into a clump of nettels. Twisting and yowling, he tried to throw off the attacker that had fastened itself to his back. It was gripping him with incredibly sharp claws. Rusty could feel spiked teeth pricking at his neck. He writhed and squrimed from whisker to tail, but he couldn'y free himself. For a second he felt helpless; then he froze. Thinking fast , he filpped over onto his back. He knew instinctively how dangerous it was to expose his soft belly. but it was his only chance.

he was lucky-- the ploy seemed to work. He heard a "hhuuffff" beneath him as the breath was knocked out of his attacker. Thrashing fiercely, Rusty managed to wriggle free. Without looking back he sprinted toward his home.

Behind him, a rush of pawsteps told Rusty his attacker was giving a chase. Even through the pain from his scratches stung beneah his fur. Rusty decied he would rather turn and fight than let himself be jumped on again.

He skidded to a stop, spun around, and faced his pursuer.

It was another kitten, with a thick coat of shaggy gray fur, strong legs, and a broasd face. In a heartbeat, Rusty smelledthat it was a tom, and sensed the power in the sturdy shoulders underneath the soft coat. The the kitten crashed into rusty at full pelt. Taken by surprise by Rusty's turn about, it felt back into a dazed heap.

The impact knocked the breath out of Rusty, and he staggered. He quickly found his footing and arched his back, puffing out his orange fur, ready to spring onto the other kitten. But his attacker simply sat up and began to lick a forepaw, all signs of aggression gone.

Rusty felt strangely diappointed. Every part of him was tense, ready for battle.

"Hi there, kittypet!" meowed the gray tom cheerily. "You put up quite a fight for a tame kitty!"

Rusty remained on tiptoe for a second, wondering whether to attack anyway. Then he remembered the streght he had felt in this kitten's paws when he had pinned him to the ground.. He dropped onto his pads, loosened his muscles, andlet his spine unbend. "And I'll fight you again if i have to," he growled.......

Chapter 1



It was very dark. Rusty could sense something was near. The young tomcats's eyes opened wide as he scanned the dense undergrowth. This place was unfamilar, but the strage scents drew him onward, deeper into the shadows. His stomach growled, reminding him of his hunger. He opened his jaws slightly to let the warm mells of the forest reach the scent glads on the roof of fim mouth. Musty ordors of leaf mold mingled with the temoting aroma of a small furry creature.

Suddenly a flash of gray raced past him. Rusty stopped still, listening. It was hiding in the leaves less than two tail-lenghts away. Rusty knew it was a mouse-- he could feel the rapid pulsing of a tiny hearty deep within his ear fur. He swallowed, stifling his rumbling somach. Soon his hunger would be satisfied.

Slowly he lowered his body into postintion, crouching for the attack. He was downwind of teh mouse. He knew it was not aware of him. Withone final; check on his prey's position, Rusty pushed back hard on his haunches and sprang , kicking up leaves in the forest floor as he rose.

The mouse dived for cover, heading toward a hole in the ground. But Rusty was already on top of it. He scooped it into the air, hooking the helpless creature with his thorn-sharp claws, flinging it up in a high arc onto the leaf-covered ground. The mouse landed dazed, but alive. It tried to run, but Rusty snatched it up again. He tossed the mouse once more, this time a little farther away. The mouse managed to scramble a few paces before Rusty caught up with it.

Suddenly a noise roared nearby. Rusty looked around, and as he did so the mouse was able to pull away from his claws. When Rusty turned back he saw it dart into the darlness among the tangled roots of a tree.

Angry, Rusty gave up the hunt. He spun around, his green eyes glaring, intent on searching out the noise that had cost him his kill. The sound rattled on, becoming more familiar. Rusty blinked open his eyes.

The forest had disappreared. He was inside a hot and sirles kitchen, curled in his bed. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting shadows on the smooth, hard floor. The noise had been the rattle of hard, dried pellets of food as they were tipped into his dish. Rusty had been dreaming.

Lifting his head, he rested his chin on the side of his bed. His collar rubbed uncomfortably around his neck. In his dream he had felt fresh air ruffling the soft fur where the collar usually pinched. Rusty rolled onto his back, savoring the dream for a few more moments. He could still smell mouse. It was the third tom since full moon that he'd had the dream, and every time the mouse had escaped his grasp.

He licked his lips. From his bed he could smell the bland odor of his food. His owners always refilled his dish before they went to bed. The dusty smell chased away the warm scents of his dream. But the hunger rumbled on in his stomach, so Rusty stretched the sleep out of his limbs and padded across teh kitchen floor to his dinner. The food felt dry and tasteless on his tongue. Rusty reluctantly swallower one more mouthful. Then he turned away from the fooddish and pushed his way out throught the cat flap, the hoping that the smell of the garden would bring back the fellings from his dream.

Outside, the moon was bright. it was raining lightly. Rusty stalked down the tidy garden, following the starlit gravel path, felling the stoned cold and sharp beneath his paws. He made his dirt beneath a large bush with glossy green leaves and heavy purple flowers. Their sickly sweet scent cloyed the damp air around him, and he curled his lip to drive the smell out of his nostrils.

Afterward, Rusty settled down on top of one of the posts in the fence that marked the limits of his graden. Itt was a favorite sopt of his, as he could see rigt into the neighbooring gardens as well as into the dense green forest on the other side of the garden fence.

The rain had stoppd. Behind him, the close-cropped lawn was bathed in moonlight, but beyond his fence the woods were full of shadows. Rusty stretched his head forward to take a sniff of the damp air. His skin was warm and dry inder his thick coat, but he could fell the weight of the rain drops taht sparled on his ginger fur.

He heard his owners giving him one last call from the back door . If he went to them now, they would grett him with gentle words and caresses and welcome him onto thier bed, where he would curl, purring, warm in the crook of a bent knee.


But this time Rusty ignored his owners.....

A half-moon glowed on smooth granite boulders,turning them silver.The silence was broken only by the ripple of water from the swift black river and the whisper of trees in the forest beyond.

There was a stirring in the shadows, and from all around, lithe dark shapes crept steathly over the rocks. Unsheathed claws glinted in the moonlight. Wary eyes flashed like amber. And then, as if on a silent signal, the creatures leaped at each other, and suddenly the rocks were alive with wrestling, screeching cats.

At the center of the frenzy of fur and claws, a massive dark tabby pinned a bracken-colored tom to the ground and drew up his head triumphantly. "Oakheart!" the tabby growled."How dare you hunt in our territory? The Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan!"

"After tonight, Tigerclaw, This will be just another RiverClan hunting ground!" the bracken-colored tom spat back.

A warning yowl came from the shore, shrill and anxious."Look out! More RiverClan warriors are coming!"

Tigerclaw turned to see sleek wet bodies sliding out of the water below the rocks. The drenched RiverClan warriors bounded silently up teh shore and hurled themselves into battle withut even stopping to shake the water from there fur.

The dark tabby glared down at Oakheart. "You may swim like otters, but you and your warriors do not belong in this forest!" He drew back his lips and showed his teeth as the cat struggled beneath him.

The despreate scream of a Thunderclan she-cat rose above the clamor. A wiry Riverclan tom had pinned the brown warrior flat on her belly. Now he kunged toward her neck with kaws still dripping form his swim across the river.

Tigerclaw heard the cry and let go of Oakheart. With a mighty leap, he knocked the enemy warrior away from the she-cat. "Quick Mousefur, run!" he ordered, before turning on the RiverClan tom who has threatened her. Mousefur scrambled to her paws, wincing form a deep gash on her shoulder. and raced away.

Behind her, Tigerclaw spat with rage ad the RiverCan tom sliced open his nose. Blood blinded him for an instant, but he lunged forward regardless and sank his teeth into the hind leg of his enemy. The RiverClan cat squealed and struggled to get free.

"Tigerclaw!" The yowl came from a warrior with a tail as red asfox fur. "This is useless! There are too many RiverClan warriors!"

"No Redtail. Thunderclan will never be beaten!" Tigerclaw yowled back, leaping to Redtail's side. "This is our territory!" Blood was welling around his broad balck muzzle, and he shok his head impatiently, scattering scarlet drops onto the rocks.

"Thunderclan will honor your courage, Tigerclaw, but we cannot afford to lose any more of our warriors." Redtail urged. "Bluestar would never expect her warriors to fight against these impossible odds. We will have anotherchance to avenge this defeat." He met Tigerclaw's amber-eyed gaze steadily, then reared away and sprang onto a boulder at edge of the trees.

"Retreat, Thunderclan! Retreat!" He yowled. At once his warriors squirmed and struggled away from their opponets. Spitting and snarling,they backed toward Redtail. For a heartbeat, theRiverclan cats looked confused. Was this battle so easily won? Than Oakhaert yowled a jubliant cry. As soon as they heard him, the RiverClanwarriors raised their voices and joined their deputy in caterwauling their victory.

Redtail looked down at his warriors. With a flick of his tail, he gave the signal and the Thinderclan cats dived down the far side of the Sunningrocks, then disappered into the trees.

Tigerclaw followed last. Hehesitated at the edge oftheforestand glanced back at the bloodstained battlefield. His face was grim, his eyes furios slits. Then he leaped after his Clan into the silent forest.

In a deserted clearing, and old gray she-cat sat alone, staring up at the clear night sky. All around her in theshadows she could hear the breathing and stirrings of sleeping cats.

A small tortoiseshell she-cat emerged from a dark corner, her pawsteps quik and soundless.

The gray cat dippedher head in gretting. " How isMousefur?" she meowed.

"Her wounds are deep Bluestar." answered the tortoiseshell, settling herself on the night-cool grass. " But she is young and string she will heal quickly."

"And the others?"

"They will all recover, too."

Bluestar sighed. "We are lucky not to have lost any of our warriors this time. You are a gifted medicine cat, Spottedleaf."
She tiltedher head again and studied the stars. "I am deeply troubled by tonight's defeat. Thunderclan has not been beaten in its own territory since i became leader,: she murmured"These are difficult times for our clan. The season of nweleaf is late. and there have been fewer kits. Thunderclan needs more warriors if it is to survive."

"But the year is only just beginning," Spottedleaf pointed out calmly. "There will be more kits when greenleaf comes."

The gray cat twitched her broad shoulders. "Perhaps. But training our young to become warriors takes time. If Thunderclan is to defend its territory, it must have new warriors as soon as possible."

"Are you asking Starclan for answers?" Meowed Spottedleaf gently, following Bluestar;s gaze ans staring up at the swath of stars glittering in the dark sky.

"It is at times like this need the words of ancient warriors to help us. Has StarClan spoken to you?" Bluestar asked.

"Not for some moons,Bluestar."

Suddenly a shooting star blazed over the treetops.Spottedleaf's tail twitched and the fur along her spine bristled.

Bluestar's ears pricked but she remained silent as Spottedleaf continued to gaze upward.

After a few moments, Spottedleaf lowered her head and turned to Bluestar. "It was a message from StarClan," She murmured. A distant look came into her eyes. "Fire alone can save our clan."

"Fire?" Bluestar echoed. "But fire is feared by all the clans! How can it save us?

Spottedleaf shook her head. "I do not know," she admitted. "But this is the message Starclan has chosen to share with me."

The Thunderclan leader fixed her clear blue eyes on the medicine cat. "You have never been wrong before, Spottedleaf."she meowed. "If StarClan has spoken, then it must be so. Fire will save our clan."

InTheEnd wrote on 1st November 2015 12:25 AM:

Jayfeather said on 31st October 2015 07:43 PM:
Ohh, Do you Like Warrior Cats? So do i.. but you cussed on this.. you should be suspended..

Oh get over it. Its their first offense. A warning is adequate.

I'm not even argueing.. o.o We we're chatting at the top anyway.

LOL, JAY IS MY FAVOURITE