Far away from the forest... Far away from the lake... Far away from the gorge... There are three clans.
These three clans are unlike any clan we have ever known. Smaller and more organized than Bloodclan, more vicious than Shadowclan, and unbiding to the warrior code.
Meet Deathclan, Fearclan, and Painclan.
They are named for what they spread and what they make everyone else in the forest feel. If a dog catches the scent of one of these clans, they go yapping to their Twoleg with their tail between their legs.
In a storm in the middle of leaf-bare, a blue-gray she-kit is born.
This she-kit comes from a line of Deathclan cats that are slightly more civilized than the rest of their clan. Her mother names her Spiritkit.
Follow Spiritkit as she tries to survive the struggles of these Starclan- forsaken clans.
Welcome to a place where Starclan is the Dark Forest.
I know the names are a little... different than something the Erins would write, but you've got to think of how they live to understand.
Deathclan Leader- Foxstar- long-furred ginger tom with green eyes Deputy- Deathclaw- black tom with yellow eyes Medicine cat- Shredpelt- small brown tabby tom with scars coating his body
WARRIORS Hateshadow- brown tom with dark eyes Apprentice, Darkpaw Stoneheart- gray tom Bloodpool- ginger-red she-cat Apprentice, Badgerpaw Painflower- gray tabby she-cat Redshine- orange tabby she-cat Rageheart- light brown tabby tom Furytail- tortoiseshell she-cat Quickdeath- small but sturdy gray tom Swiftstep- black and white tom
Apprentices Darkpaw- black she-cat Badgerpaw- large golden tom
Queens Frostheart- white she-cat (mother to Spiritkit and Streamkit) Blackheart- white she-cat with a black splotch over her heart (mother to Silentkit and Shadowkit)
Elders Redtalon- shabby gray tom with blood-stained claws Featherflight- silver she-cat Dustclaw- pale ginger tom
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Fearclan Leader- Sootstar- black tom Deputy- Stormshadow- gray tabby tom Medicine cat- Scarfur- Light gray tom with scars crisscrossing his fur
Warriors Fearshadow- brown she-cat Grasstalon- brown tabby tom Apprentice, Lethalpaw Murderfoot- Brindle tom with a single white paw that is famous for being used to break the necks of his enemies Iceheart- white she-cat with blue eyes Mooncloud- light gray she-cat Apprentice, Lightpaw Pineleaf- Brown tabby tom
Apprentices Lethalpaw- yellowish she-cat with cunning, evil eyes Lightpaw- tabby tom
Queens: Rockheart- ginger she-cat (Mother to Lizardkit, Frogkit, and Yellowkit)
Post by Spiritsong on Jul 24, 2012 17:08:29 GMT -5
Painclan Leader- Nailstar- Dark gray tabby tom Deputy- Shadowheart- brown tabby she-cat Medicine Cat- Ashtail- Ginger she-cat with a burned, blackened tail
Warriors Maplefur- Light brown she-cat Beeclaw- Yellow tom with unusually long claws Brindletail- brindle she-cat Sandflower- Light ginger she-cat Rippedclaw- Black tom with a torn claw Liontooth- Golden tom Razortalon- Gray she-cat Fishtail- Brown she-cat
Apprentices: Logpaw- brown tom Volepaw- light brown she-cat Birchpaw- silver tom
Queens: Brickclaw- ginger she-cat (mother of Mousekit, Willowkit, and Swiftkit) Mincefur- light gray she-cat (mother to Inkkit and Vilekit)
Elders: Falcontalon- dark brown tabby tom Livertail- light brown she-cat
Chapter #1 Spiritkit winced when she felt Shadowkit's claws sink into her fluffy, small tail, but she said nothing. It wouldn't matter if she did; Blackheart wouldn't say anything to Shadowkit. She never did.
Ignoring the other kit's tormenting, Spiritkit looked over to Streamkit, her sister. Her silver fur was dappled with the sunlight that shone through the nursery roof. The nursery was woven intricately out of long strands of grass, taken from the forest in the territory. The ancient cats that were the beginning of Deathclan had somehow stood on their hind legs and devised a way to keep the grass in place. Since then, it had only needed to be patched, which was fairly easy.
"Streamkit, can you tell Frostheart that the nursery needs to be patched again? You look like a tortoiseshell," Spiritkit meowed to her sister.
Shadowkit stopped tearing up Spiritkit's tail and snorted. "We don't need it patched. We're fine." He punctuated his statement with an especially painful yank on Spiritkit's tail.
Spiritkit hissed. "You won't be saying that when you're carried off by a hawk."
Streamkit purred her amusement and stretched. "I say we go out and find us a nice mouse to chomp on." Her eyes were lit with mischievousness.
Silentkit shook her head fiercely. She, of course, couldn't speak. A strange malformation of her vocal cords allowed her to make only certain sounds, and none of them included speaking.
Streamkit flicked Silentkit's shoulder with her tail. "Oh, come on. The Gathering's tonight, which means most of the warriors will be resting up. No one would know."
"Frostheart and Blackheart are bound to check on us soon," Spiritkit protested.
"Blackheart said she was sick of us," Shadowkit argued. "She won't be coming in for a while."
"And Frostheart wanted to go hunting," Streamkit added. "We'll be FINE."
Spiritkit scowled. "Well... I guess we could stock up the fresh-kill pile."
"Exactly!" Streamkit purred. "So we would be worshipped."
"Let's go!" Shadowkit and Streamkit raced out. Silentkit shrugged and followed. With a sigh, Spiritkit walked behind them.
Streamkit peeked out from the fluffy grass at the entrance to the nursery, checking for warriors. Badgerpaw and Darkpaw were play-fighting in front of the apprentice den, but they were quickly separated by Dustclaw. Streamkit smiled when she saw that both apprentices were covered in scratches.
Redshine and Swiftstep were sharing tongues by the fresh-kill pile, but their backs were turned to the kits, so they wouldn't be hard to sneak past.
Badgerpaw and Darkpaw were scurrying off to Shredpelt's den to get their scratches and bites taken care of. Dustclaw was retreating into the elder's den. The real problem was Stoneheart and Bloodpool.
Bloodpool was dozing right by the nursery, so there was no way the kits would be able to get past her without stomping all over her fur. Streamkit trembled at the thought; Bloodpool didn't have such a menacing name for no reason.
Stoneheart was watching the nursery. Apparently, Frostheart and Blackheart had sensed that the kits would try and break free of the camp. Stoneheart flicked his tail in acknowledgement of Streamkit. She hissed in reply and ducked back into the nursery.
She turned to her sister and friends. "Stoneheart and Bloodpool are right outside the nursery. We might be able to get past Bloodpool if she moves in her sleep, but Stoneheart's watching like a hawk."
Silentkit made a squeaking sound. She pointed with her tail to a hole in the grass. Streamkit slithered up and looked around.
It was dark inside, but it was manageable. It looked like the hole would take the kits through the Dirtplace, and, in turn, to the forest.
Purring, she turned to her friends. "It looks like we have a way through."
Spiritkit reluctantly followed the other kits through the hole in the back of the nursery. She wrinkled her nose as they entered the Dirtplace. "It stinks," she complained.
"Shh!" Streamkit flicked her tail across Spiritkit's mouth, effectively silencing her.
Spiritkit sighed and held her breath until they were suddenly outside of camp. The forest was massive, and she trembled in awe.
A wonderful scent distracted her, and she turned away from the other kits and began trotting toward the smell. It enticed her closer, and she soon saw the source of the lovely scent; a small mouse.
Spiritkit crouched down and began stalking forward. She kept one eye on the ground and the other on the mouse, making sure that it didn't know she was there. If it did, she knew it would bolt. She stepped carefully over branches and twigs, not wanting to make a sound. She was almost upon the mouse when it looked up and saw her.
The mouse turned and immediately began running off. Spiritkit hissed and raced after it. She wasn't nearly as fast as the mouse, but she had been close when it had started running, and she pounced, landing square on it. She wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to kill it, so she bit in various places until the mouse's heart stopped beating.
Purring, she picked up her fresh-kill and scampered back to where her friends had been. The problem was, they weren't there anymore. Frowning, she sniffed the ground until she caught their scent, and she followed it to a small stream. Okay, so they crossed here, she thought. She looked behind her, and although she couldn't see the camp, she hadn't wandered too far; she would be able to find her way back.
She stepped into the stream and waded out until the water was up to her shoulders. The mouse was soaked; there was no getting around that. Spiritkit looked over and saw that the stream got deeper before it got shallow. With a firm resolve, she decided she would swim.
She paddled out until she could stand again. The stream was very shallow- an apprentice wouldn't have had to swim. However, she was just a tiny kit. She shook out her fur once she was on the other side. She dropped the mouse so that she could sniff out her fellow kits once again.
She couldn't scent them on the ground, but a breeze came through at that moment and she couldn't sworn she caught a whiff of Streamkit's scent. Encouraged, she grabbed her mouse and raced after the smell.
The sun was going down, and still she hadn't found her friends. She was cold, tired, and hungry. She was tempted to eat her mouse, but she knew that you weren't supposed to eat before the clan. That was the only thing stopping her.
She finally gave up on walking and curled into a ball. She had realized, long ago, that she was going in circles. She could smell her clanmates, but their scent was faint and going stale. Apparently, they didn't patrol this area often.
Spiritkit knew she'd have a better chance of being found if she went to a more-traveled area, but she didn't know where that would be, and she was too weak to try and find out. She missed the warmth and security of the nursery, and her mother's warm voice. She even almost missed Shadowkit's attacking of her tail.
She had almost fallen asleep, right there on the ground, when she heard voices. She sat up groggily and looked around. The scent on the wind was undeniably Deathclan, but who? She trembled at the idea of Foxstar or Deathclaw finding her. They would be furious for sure.
She was lucky, however, when the cats came into view. It was a small patrol of three; Furytail, Hateshadow, and Painflower. She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding when she remembered that all of them had had kits before, therefore, they wouldn't punish her as harshly.
Furytail came up to her. "Where've you been? Your mother was going crazy when she found out that you were missing."
Spiritkit figured she'd be honest. "Silentkit, Streamkit, Shadowkit, and I went into the forest to hunt." She nudged her mouse.
Hateshadow spoke next. "The other kits were all there when we checked."
Painflower nodded. "There was no sign that they'd left."
Spiritkit opened her mouth to protest, but Furytail cut her off with a look. "We can deal with this later; right now, we need to get you back. You look pretty worn down." She picked up Spiritkit's mouse and Painflower grabbed Spiritkit, despite her insistence that she could walk.
Hateshadow turned back to camp. "Let's go back. I'm sure Foxstar will want to speak with you."