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Warriors Super Edition: Earthen Clan: Complete Again 5

Dovewing curled her tail around her kits. Silverkit, Spottedkit and Bluekit nuzzled her belly, while Kinkkit grumbled his way out of the nursery, just as Tigerheart came in to fetch a squirrel for his mate. “You can go out of the nursery by yourself when you’re an  apprentice.”

“But that’s in like,”Kinkkit thought about it, twitching his kinked tail, “a whole, half, moon!”

“I bet that I’ll be a better apprentice than you.” Bluekit  flexed her claws, and dropped into a hunter’s crouch.

“No you won’t! I was the one whose tail was run over by a monster, and  lived.” Kinkkit motioned to his dark tabby tail that was broken. Then he launched into a    powerful spring towards all of the she-kits.

“Hey!” Spottedkit squealed. “I was in the middle of grooming mama’s ears!” So she pretended to slink back and launched a surprise attack, tumbling into a play-fight. She batted his ears while Kinkkit poked her ribs quickly. She prepared her special attack and – “Hey, I was winning!” Sandstorm had picked Spottedkit up by her scruff. Kinkkit made a dash to hide behind the fresh-kill pile, and nibbled on a chunk of torn mouse. He slowly padded toward a secret bramble exit, then made a dash for the clearing. He was so captivated by the beauty of the forest that he tumbled down into the Riverclan stream border.

“HELP!HELP!” he spluttered. Mothwing and Willowshine appeared at the border, picking tansy, and borage leaves.

“Oh! A Thunderclan kit! Willowshine, see if you can get the border patrol. I’ll help this scrap.”

She watched helplessly as the kit drifted into unconsciousness.

“I’m coming!”

Reedwhisker had plunged into the roaring waters and hauled the soggy kit out of the water. “Sorry little scrap.” he roughly pushed Kinkkit towards willowshine’s tabby figurine. “Maybe if we tell Mistystar, we can get something in exchange for this kit.”

“Now what would a warrior be doing, doing a shameful thing like that?”

Mistystar appeared, her kits tumbling around her, and Beetlenose padding up from the patrol group to nuzzle his mate and kits. “Yes, that’s right, it wouldn’t be  very warrior-like if we traded prey for a kit. Come, Willowshine, Let’s wake this kit and then return it back to it’s home.”

“Can we help? Can we? Can we?”

“No, Streamkit, you, leafkit, and fernkit are too small. How about a game or moss-ball?”

At sunhigh, Kinkkit was safely returned to the nursery. Bramblestar padded onto high rock and yowled, “Let all cats old enough to hunt gather here! I, Bramblestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has trained hard to learn and understand the ways of your noble code, and i commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Lilypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend this clan at the cost of your life?”
“I do”
“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Lilypaw, from this moment on you shall be known as Lilystem. StarClan honors your bravery and intelligence, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.”

“Seedpaw, you are now, Seedwhisker.” The Ritual performed again and the new warriors’ new names whisked about the clan. They were all going to resume eating fresh-kill when Bramblestar padded over Dovewing and tigerheart. “Dovewing, May I see you?”

“Actually, Bramblestar, I can’t really move.”

“Then I will tell you here. Wait a moment. Seedwhisker! Could you distract these kits? How about moss-ball?” The kits bounced up excitedly and bounded towards Seedwhisker. “Dovewing, I had an omen from Starclan. Jayfeather went through my mind and told me what it meant. He said that a mysterious striped she-cat said an omen.”

“Are you sure that she wasn’t a tabby?” Tigerheart looked curious.

“Yes. I remember now. She was light brown with darker  stripes across her face. She said, ‘Bring back the sixth clan.’ Does she mean that I should go on a quest? Like Firestar?”

“I think so. I’ve had prophesied dreams, and each night they tell me something different. I wasn’t born yet, so i’m not the expert. You should wait for another omen.”

“Mama? Mama! Dad! Silverkit got hurt! we were playing moss-ball by the Sunning Rocks, then a possum came out of the cracks and bit her and scratched her and….. Will Silverkit die?” Spottedkit was whimpering now.

“Is she in Jayfeather’s den yet?” Tigerheart was crouched, as if he were ready to spring.

“No, Kinkkit fell asleep while we were trying to drag her and bluekit got mad at him, and they fighted. I mean foughted.”

Dovewing didn’t have time to reply before her mate bounded out to help Silverkit. She heard a squeal of pain as tigerheart hauled her by the scruff. As she was grunting to get up, Bramblestar reassured her. “I see to the kit.”

Daisy was woken from her sleep. “Oh! a Possum! Here Dovewing, I’ll help you get up to the medicine cat den.” Dovewing staggered heavily and leaned on Daisy’s shoulder as they slowly made it to the medicine cat den.

Voices could be heard. “I don’t know, Tigerheart. These injuries are pretty serious. I don’t if she’ll make it without being blind.”

“No! This can’t happen!” Tigerheart growled.

What? My kit is blind? Dovewing collapsed.

“DOVEWING!” Daisy yowled. “Help! Tigerheart! I think she’s collapsed!”

Birchfall darted over just in time to catch his daughter falling. “Urgh… Cloudtail, I need to carry her to Jayfeather’s den.”

Cloudtail dropped his vole and hauled dove wing by her scruff, while Birchfall nudged her rump into the medicine cat’s den. “No! Jayfeather! Its Dovewing!”

Briarlight said calmly, “I think she’s fine. I need to let her sleep. I hope she wakes.”

MOONHIGH

“Ugh…, mama? Mama? Mmamaa??” Silverkit was squealing all over the dark place. “Where am I?” she wailed.

“Hush, my dear. You’ll be alright.” A beautiful silver she-cat appeared and gave Silverkit a few comforting licks.

“Where am I?” Silverkit demanded, gathering up her courage to huff it out. She pulled away from the glittering she cat’s pelt.

“You are in Starclan now.” The little kit relaxed slightly. But continued to ramble on. “Where’s Dad? Where’s mama? Are they coming? Who are you?”

“They soon will be, dear. I am Silverstream. Now. Are you hungry? I’m sure the other Starclan warriors will welcome you…”

Silverstream soothed the nervous kit as they padded slowly towards the Starclan camp.

“Hello? Hello?” Dovewing was padding through a familiar forest, sparkling fir trees, and well-structured oak trees loomed over the lush undergrowth. 

“Are you looking for something, Dovewing?” A beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat appeared, weaving through tall heather. Spottedleaf! 

“Hi,” Dovewing mewed, “I need to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything. Oh! Is it about those visions Bramblestar has been having?” Dovewing was shocked. “How do you know?”

“Long story. There were once 6 clans. Sky, Thunder, Shadow, River, Wind, and Earth. One day Earth Clan came to a gathering, about to tell the others that they were moving camp, due to Twolegs. Then when the rest were told, they turned their tails on them. Even when it was full moon.”

“Really, do you think-“

“Mama!” Silverkit came bounding through the beautiful forest. Dovewing stuttered, “Little one, I- How, How did you get here?” Silverstream stood behind  Silverkit, her head bowed. Dovewing understood. 

“Oh, Little One, I can’t play with you or see you during the day, but mama will come as often as possible at night.”

“Mama, mama! I have a new friend here! Her name is Mosskit! I she’s really nice and……”

“Tigerheart. Wake up,” Dovewing prodded his side with a stick.

“Hrmm?” He rolled over, eyes still closed. “Our daughter, Silverkit, she’s in Starclan.”

“What?!” Dovewing nodded. “I saw her.”

“What do you mean? She was still breathing at moonhi-“

Lilystem came rocketing into the warriors’ den, gasping. “You, *gasp* have to go to the nursery. *Gasp* Icecloud’s kits, *gasp* are so cute and- Hey! Dovewing, you’re not in the nursery any more.”

“Oh, I needed to tell something important about Silverkit. She’s in Starclan.”

Lilystem ceased gasping. She stared at Dovewing with her unusually purple eyes. When she got hold of herself, she quietly stalked out of the den. “I’ll be sitting vigil tonight.” 

“So will I.”

“And I.”

“me as well.”

Toadstep, Foxleap, and Brackenfur were bowing their heads. “Well- I- You- I- I appreciate it.” she mewed at last.

“Dovewing! I need to ask you something. Important.”

“Well, okay.”

“It’s the vision. It came.”

“Again?” Tigerheart was practically yowling with frustration. 

It was different. Silverkit was leading me somewhere. She was greeting me, and skipping around like a fox in a fit. And she showed me two cats, then….”

Memory recalled…..

“Hi Bramblestar! It’s me, Silverkit! Thanks for visiting me.”

“Hi, I- Wait. Something is moving in that heather over there. I’ll-“

“Ha! That’s my friend, Mosskit. and this is her mama, Stripestar. Isn’t that cool? They have stripes instead of tabby patterns like me and dad. Hi Mosskit! Hi Stripestar! This is Bramblestar, the Thunderclan lead- Hey!”

Mosskit sprang up and landed in a tackle fight, pawing at Silverkit’s exposed belly. Then Stripestar, the beautiful tan striped cat bowed her head momentarily. “You cannot rescue the betrayed Clan. It can only be accomplished with the heart of a tiger, and the wings of a dove, under the full moon, when the morning dew has dried.”

Memory UNrecalled……

“……..and that was it.”

” Do you think that-“

Lilystem was by the leader’s den again, only more careful. “Um, Bramblestar? Squirrelflight and Briarlight are kitting in a moment. Would you like to come wait?”

Bramblestar immediately bounded towards the nursery. “My, my, so many kits.” he grumbled under his breath.

By the next sunhigh, the kits were born. “Oh my, Briarlight! Yours are so small! Have you named them yet? Jayfeather will be so proud.” Then she paused for a moment, thinking about the emotions when Jayfeather found out about the broken warrior code of Leafpool. “Your’s are beautiful too, Squirrelflight. Mine’s grasskit, robinkit, Goldenkit, and dewkit.” All of the she-kits were wailing and rolling in the nest. But Dewkit looked like a ready kit, five moons old. She curiously looked around with her mist-colored eyes, then groomed her striped fur.

Wow! She’s opened her eyes already. And she has stripes…. Dovewing thought as she entered the nursery to peek around. Dewkit confidently marched to the fresh-kill pile, selected a fat squirrel, and carried it towards the nursery, wobbling on her skinny legs. Briarlight was still drowsy from poppyseeds when jayfeather came in to lick his kits. He heard Dewkit rambling about the camp while her sisters suckled for mother’s milk. Turning his sightless gaze on Dovewing, he said, “she’s the one you’re looking for.”

“Who?”

“Dewkit. She’s going to save the sixth clan. The Earth Clan.”

“How- how did you….? Oh. You read my thoughts.” Dovewing padded into a corner of the nursery and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Can you believe it? a Sixth clan? I mean, Cherryfrost’s  and Rockshade’s kits are part Skyclan, the fifth clan, but Earth Clan? What do they do to hunt? stick their paws into mouse holes?”

Jayfeather shrugged, and padded out to fetch a mouse for him and Dovewing. “I don’t know. But There is a feeling that Moonpaw and Dewkit are part of this. Something. “

“Jayfeather! Jayfeather! You won’t believe it!” Lionblaze stumbled into the nursery, panting.

“Oh. Lionblaze. I need to tell you something. There was a vision. To Bramblestar, from a-“

“A striped cat! And- and……–“

“Hi Dovewing. I got that vision too.” Moonpaw was treating borage leaves to Briarlight with Dewkit learning. He had overheard them cats talking, so he joined the converation. “Me- I did too.” Dewkit had padded over next to Moonpaw, mumbling through a mouthful borage.

”Hey. Can I talk now?” Lionblaze was obviously getting impatient, tapping his tail on the floor of the camp. “Oh, yeah. I totally forgot. I’m sorry.” Wow, Starclan! This newborn kit can already talk, fetch fresh-kill for her mother, and what beautiful manners!

”Cinderheart is expecting a second litter!” Lionblaze literally yowled. “Great,” Moonpaw grumbled, “More brothers and sisters. and expecting she-cats! *tsk* *tsk*. The job of a medicine cat and his apprentice.”

“Hey, its better than you think.” Cinderheart had slowly crawled toward the group of cats. Her belly was exposed for only a moment, but everycat could tell that she was heavily pregnant, and would be kitting in a few moons. “Its just that there might-“

”FOX! FOX! EVERY KIT AND ELDER TO THEIR DENS!” Molestep was bounding into the camp, yowling. Everyone braced for battle, and just as Cinderheart was going to crawl back to the nursery, 2 giant foxes protruded through the camp, snarled, and leaped at Cinderheart. 

NO!” Lionblaze leaped in front of Cinderheart. “Cinderheart are you ok?” The fox saw this distracted moment, and snapped his jaws around lionblaze’s ear, and  tried to yank it off. Bramblestar sped towards the fox that wasn’t busy and lunged into it’s soft belly, ferociously clawing. But dewkit didn’t listen to Molestep and was silently sitting in between  the indiviual battle. When one of the foxes had battered Bramblestar off, it lunged towards Dewkit, she just Hissed, and the two foxes ran off like scared kits. 

By sunhigh, the fox victims had been treated and taken to. Lionblaze’s ear had been torn but healed quickly. Bramblestar refused to be treated to his wound, and quickly searched the camp for Dewkit. But the white striped kit was nowhere to be found.

“Dewkit? Dewkit!” Bramblestar found Dewkit under the shady  branches of intertwined hazel and lilac. She was sleeping, and a long gash was laid across her, so deep, that it seemed fake. Bramblestar carried her by the scruff towards camp.

Dewkit woke up in Jayfeather’s den. “Ow! Er.. hi Jayfeather. Where… where am I?” The silver she-kit saw Jayfeather sorting through leaf bundles. Jayfeather mumbled something under his breathed, then sighed heavily. “Er… Don’t mmove. You’ll reopen your wounds.” Then he added,”Rock spoke to me. You know who Rock is, right?” Dewkit nodded knowingly. “Well, er.. uh there is a new prophecy, and uh… you are part of it. So is Moonpaw and some other cat. Here. Eat these juniper berries. I’ll be back in a second with a chervil root poultice.”

Dewkit stumbled forward a bit to reach the leaf bundle. She unsheathed one claw and scratched open the leaf bundle, then silently licked up the minty blue berries. “Hi!” Moonpaw padded in to see the new patient. “I know why you have that long scar. You are a prophecy cat, although you know that already. You have boundless agility, and limitless strength in battle, but on the battle you use the powers on, the wounds of the victims of that same battle are inflicted upon you. Cool, right? Guess what I can-”

Moonpaw’s rapid meowing had been cut off by a painful screech from his mother, Cinderheart. “oh! Cinderheart is kitting! I’ll have to go. Here. I’ll heal you.” He placed a tender paw on dew kit’s flank, then left quickly.

“Yellowkit, Tallkit, Poppykit, and Cinderkit. What nice names.” Lilystem stared longingly at the kits. “Oh, my dear Barkpelt, when will you be better? We could have kits of our own!” Lilystem wailed.

“Ooh! Can we play with them, Cinderheart?”

“Please??”

“I want to be the first to play with them!”

“Cinderheart?” Hazeltail panicked. She had taken Jayfeather’s place as medicine cat when his tail was torn. Cinderheart’s flank was cold, and her breathing ceased. She prodded her side, then let out a sigh of defeat. “She is hunting with Starclan now.”

Hazeltail was wailing inwardly, about letting a proud mother die of her kits. her “close friend”, Foxleap, was worried about her. “What’s the matter, Hazeltail?” he murmured.

Hazeltail couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Ohh! I let Starclan take Cinderheart and  Yellowkit!” She moaned, and her eyes lolled over.

“Hazeltail!” Foxleap grabbed her by the scruff into the medicine cat’s den. Thank Starclan Moonpaw is here. “Moonpaw! Hurry! Hazeltail has, I don’t know! Just fix her!” Hazeltail was moaning softly, “No,no,no, NO!” Foxleap bent down and gave her ears a comforting lick. “You’ll be alright, my dear.”

Moonpaw gently spilled a yellowish poultice into her mouth. “She is in the hand of starclan now.”

Picking apples

Yesterday we picked apples from our apple tree, and OMIGOSH they were gigantic, and red! We used an old wooden ladder to get to the the branches, but we still couldn’t reach the apples. So what did we do? we took a wooden pole with a hook – made from a wire clothes hanger (credit goes to my dad)- and pulled the apple branches down to catch the apples. I got a few, but the old ladder was so shaky that I stopped, because I thought I would fall .  We separated the rotten apples from the good ones. And… to prevent the apples from smashing on the gravel- as well as spraying apple guts all over my arms (ew)- we laid picnic blankets and cardboard  under neath the tree, and slowed down the fall. But rotten apple guts were still splattered EVERYWHERE. We were basically doing a favor to Mother Nature by feeding her rabbits, flies, birds, and stray cats, (they are not actually stray but I call them that because the owners let them go out side.). Now we can make delicious recipes such as apple turnovers, apple pie, applesauce, apple mush, apple juice, apple chips, apple leather, and frozen apples. WE ARE ALL APPLED OUT!

My First Week of Middle School

My first week of middle school wasn’t as bad as I thought. I thought I wouldn’t be able to open my locker in time and I would get lost in the hallways. I also thought I was going to be bullied like crazy, but looking back I was just plain dumb to think those things!  There are these eighth graders called Web Leaders that are SO helpful. By Wednesday I was a pro!

My first hour is language arts, then I have Art, Social Studies, Lunch, Pre Algebra, PE, Science, Orchestra, and the last 30 minutes of school is Bulldog time or study hall. All my teachers are very nice and understanding. The staff have made California Trail a great middle school.

Lunch is SO much better than elementary school. They have so many more choices which also means choices for you too. You could be the person that gets planet sub, two slices of pizza, a soft pretzel with cheese, smoothie king, an ice cream bar and propel zero. To be honest with you I don’t even know how they finish that!

School is so close to my house that I walk there every day. Every morning I wake up at 7:00 and change and all that good stuff. Then I leave at 7:30 and I should get there by 7:40. Class starts at 7:50.

Middle school is so fun and different. I look forward to going back on Monday!

 

 

My Third day of School

Yes! I survived! The third day of middle school was rough; I was late to first hour, which was math. Good thing that it was mercy week. Second was Mrs. Zhou’s science class. (She is married to a chinese dude but she is actually American; I know, it is misleading). Third…….hmm…..AHA! Spanish with Senorita Garcia. But thats only for A days. on B days, third hour is Strings class. Fourth class is your exploratory classes. My Korean friend, Allison Sur Park, has F.A.C.S. for her exploratory. Mine is Speech and drama, taught by Mr. Steffen. 5th hour is C.A., and Mr. Hervey took us to the lirbrary! Then we had lunch, and then Gym for 6th hour. 7th hour is Mr. Hastings for S.S.; And to top it off, I have Mr. Hervey again, for reading.

Elemental Powers – Author’s Note

Just saying, I’m not going to post anymore of my story because it’s really getting too long, but if you want to read it, you can give me your email and I’ll send it to you. If I already have your email, just let me know if you want to read it, I personally think this story is just average.

Shlitterbahn

WOOHOO! Today I went to Schlitterbahn Water Park.When I first got there, I THINK I went to the Lazy River. There wasn’t a sign. Anyways, Green Zircon and Blue Spinel, and their siblings were there too! That made my experience a lot ‘funner’. After a chilly, long ride, I took a tube, and Went to Raging River because the line for Storm Blaster was too long.

MISTAKE!

Raging River is probably the Worst ride there. It is really rough. I mean, I know that  most water rides are supposed to rough, but this one crashes you into one wall, then the other, and the other. I also scrapes your butt.

Storm Blaster is the best! IT is basically a giant water slide. After it is over it leads to another series of short rapids called King Kaw. Brrr. I was feeling chilly. Most of the time I was trying to either keep up with Blue Spinel, or try and slow down to wait for her. She was just perched in her tube, too cold to move. I was moving because it was making me warmer.

After the gusting gales, we decided to got to the kiddie/bar pool to get warmer. I got a pretty good workout, piggy-back ridding Rylie, Jennifer, and Amber while being their human car. I think they all had a crush on Green Zircon, because all they said was, “Chase Bryce! I wanna sit on Bryce! I want Bryce! Bryce! Lets go get Bryce!”

I Love Shlitterbahn. I LOVED IT SO MUCH! IT IS FUNA ND FOR ALL AGES! (with the exception of Mr.Raging River. Thumbs down fer yew, ye old butt-scraper!)

StarClan’s Rescue (continued)

Prologue

    Moonlight washed palely over the border as two she-cats padded softly along. Two pairs of eyes, one ice-blue and another pale amber, blinked in the shadowed undergrowth. The small brown tabby she-cat looked warmly at the other.
    “Greetings.”

“Greetings, Brambleberry. Do you have any particular news you would like to share with me?” The other cat meowed as warmly in reply.

    “RiverClan is going to have much trouble with Twoleg kits,” Brambleberry cautioned. The blue-gray she-cat narrowed her eyes.    

“They captured Willowshine when she was out gathering herbs last sunrise.”

Brambleberry nodded. “I saw. Come. Let us sit down here where we will not be

disturbed.” She flicked her tail towards a large rock almost hidden behind a waterfall. The sleek blue-gray she-cat meowed wistfully,“This reminds me of the Tribe of Rushing Water. I had many friends there. But how are we going to get to the rock?”

Purring, Brambleberry replied, “You are RiverClan aren’t you? You swim, of course.”

“Under that wall of water, Brambleberry? What are you thinking?”

Brambleberry laid her tail tip gently onto the blue-gray she-cat’s back. “This way. There isn’t as much water pouring down over here.”

The two cats swam over to the rock. Shivering, the blue cat meowed, “It’s chilly over here!”

“I apologize, I have forgotten you are not quite yet StarClan, my friend,”  meowed Brambleberry, “Let’s continue walking.”

   

************

 

Two cats emerged from the Dark Forest, both dark-brown tabby toms. Together, they silently stalked the two she-cats. The she-cats had no idea that they were being followed. The two toms looked at one another, reviewing their plan mentally, and nodded.Together, they leaped into the air, one landing on Brambleberry’s shoulders, the other knocking the surprised blue-gray she-cat unconscious.

“Quick, Hawkfrost! Drag her across the border where Brokenstar is waiting to help!” yowled the first brown tabby.

Brambleberry shook the cat from the Dark Forest off her shoulders, spraying drops of blood onto the leafy green plants.

“Tigerstar!” she spat, “I should have known!”

Growling, Tigerstar attacked Brambleberry once again. Brambleberry leaped into the air and twisted, sinking her teeth into Tigerstar’s long, matted fur. Tigerstar kicked his hind legs onto Brambleberry’s stomach. Yowling, she tried to get up but Tigerstar held her down and raked her belly until she drifted into unconscious.

   
                             ******

“Spottedleaf!” meowed Feathertail urgently, “Brambleberry has been attacked!” Spottedleaf rushed to Brambleberry, her carefully collected herbs forgotten in her panic.

“This looks like Tigerstar’s work. I don’t even know treat this kind of wound. Yellowfang probably does though,” she hissed, narrowing her eyes.

Feathertail gasped. “Look at those paw prints!” Two pairs of paw prints, both fairly large, led deep into the Dark Forest.

“It looks like they dragged a cat with them!” meowed Spottedleaf, who looked as if she’d been struck by lightning, with her fur standing on end.

“Why would they do that?” wondered Feathertail, “Who did they take?”

Spottedleaf growled “Look!” A pair of ice-blue eyes blinked once and disappeared. Feathertail turned to Spottedleaf.

“Hawkfrost.” Feathertail meowed, furious. “Hawkfrost must have dragged the cat away.”

“But why?” Spottedleaf was shocked.

“I don’t know, but I need you to go get Yellowfang. Quick!” meowed Feathertail urgently, “I don’t know ThunderClan camp as well as you do.” She hoped Spottedleaf would hurry. Brambleberry could die if Yellowfang didn’t come quickly and treated her.

Barely conscious, Brambleberry muttered “Feathertail,” before drifting back into unconsciousness.

“Brambleberry! You’re alive! Who was with you? What happened? Brambleberry, I need to know!” Feathertail meowed, her voice rising. What had happened? Would Brambleberry be all right? What would happen if she never woke up? Would she just…fade? Feathertail didn’t even want to think about it.

She shook Brambleberry.  “Brambleberry! Wake up! Please!” Feathertail glanced despairingly over her shoulder to see if Spottedleaf was back yet. They needed a medicine cat who could treat this, desperately. She began to lick Brambleberry’s pelt to wash all the blood away. Maybe that way she’ll wake up, thought Feathertail.

“Feathertail. Where is she?” murmured Brambleberry.

“Where is who?” meowed Feathertail, hope rising in her chest like a caged bird. Quick paw steps filled the air.

“What happened?” demanded Leapordstar.

“Brambleberry has been attacked and Spottedleaf is going for help.” meowed Feathertail.

“Brambleberry has been attacked?” repeated Leapordstar, dazed.

“Yes and Brambleberry keeps on talking about a she-cat. I was about to get an answer, you know,” Feathertail replied, annoyed. Why did Leapordstar interrupt when she was least wanted or needed? Why couldn’t she go and do something useful for once, instead of just lying around ordering other cats to get her fish? She was new in StarClan, for- well for StarClan’s sake. She should stop ordering cats around and do some work for once.

“Mistystar……gone…….” Brambleberry drifted back into unconsciousness.

Feathertail was confused. Why was Mistystar gone? Where was she? Who took her? She was so aggravated that she yowled to the open sky “What?! Where is the RiverClan leader? Where is she? Where is Mistystar?”

Chapter One

    Icewing was back in the forest. The yucky one with the muddy rivers that were as slow as a slug climbing to the old Highstones and the icky, leafless trees that blocked out the sky; not the forest that the ThunderClan and ShadowClan cats lived in – not the one by the lake.

“Hi, Icewing!” came a call from a few paces behind.

“Hello, Ivypool!” she called back. Ivypool was a cat from ThunderClan, and she was really nice, but she always seemed to have something other than training on her mind, meaning she was normally slightly distracted.

“More training, less talking!” growled a voice behind her. Icewing jumped. She turned around and saw Tigerstar stalking out from behind the leafless trees. Ivypool had disappeared.

“Sorry Tigerstar,” Icewing mumbled guiltily; she knew Tigerstar did not take kindly to distractions from experience.

“We are doing tree training today. Come on. The other cats are already assembled.” Tigerstar leaped over a fallen tree towards a clearing. Icewing scrambled over after him.

Tigerstar jumped onto a large rock, easily. “Those ThunderClan fools have been cheating in battle. They climb trees! Are they cats or are they weak little squirrels? We will do tree training too! We will play their own trick against them!” He growled. Tigerstar paused as yowls of approval rang out from the assembled cats beneath him. “We will work in partners! Snowtuft, you are going to be with Hollowflight, Shredtail, you are with Sunstrike, Thistleclaw, work with Breezepelt, Ivypool with Blossomfall, Hawkfrost with Icewing, and  Mapleshade with Tigerheart. Brokenstar and I will be supervising. We are not kits play fighting so unsheathe your claws!”

It must be an important training session to have two leaders supervising!

“Who am I assigned to?” meowed a voice from the crowd of cats.

Tigerstar narrowed his eyes. “You were beaten by an apprentice,” he spat, “You do not deserve to train any cats until you have proven yourself worthy again, Darkstripe!”

“ Hurry up Icewing, you slow slug! What are you waiting for, kit? ” Hawkfrost beckoned at  Icewing from next to a twisted, gnarled tree with his tail. “You’re going to climb first and try to attack me as you jump. Hurry!”

Icewing nodded. RiverClan has never climbed trees, she thought rebelliously. But another part of her mind said this is going to make me the best warrior I can be. She told herself firmly that again as she strained her hind leg muscles to push herself up the tree. Hawkfrost circled around impatiently. Quietly, Icewing tiptoed down the tree trunk half way and bunched her muscles in preparation for the spring. She landed squarely on Hawkfrost’s shoulders, yowling in triumph. But her triumph turned to confusion when Hawkfrost rolled over and smashed her to the ground. Thinking quickly, Icewing pushed Hawkfrost off herself and when he was still recovering, slashed his belly with unsheathed claws. Growling, he pushed himself off the leaf littered ground. Icewing backed up cautiously, unsure if he was about to pounce. She relaxed, though, as Hawkfrost hissed “You were so loud!”

“Like this?” Icewing scrambled up a tree and climbed down as softly as she could.

“No, but that will have to do,” meowed Hawkfrost. “Now hurry! We’re wasting training time!”

Thinking harder this time, Icewing climbed up the tree and waited.

“Faster! You can’t be a dead slug during battle!” Hawkfrost growled.

Icewing didn’t move. Hawkfrost had started circling the tree once again. This time, she silently jumped straight from the branch so as not to give Hawkfrost any kind of warning. Howling, she bit down on Hawkfrost’s back as he jumped into the air to make

her crash. She quickly retaliated and slithered under him, clawing his belly as he landed.

“Acceptable,” Hawkfrost meowed grudgingly, “Again!”
    Icewing once again went up the tree. This time though, instead of jumping, she successfully got down on the other side of the tree without being heard  – where Hawkfrost wasn’t waiting to attack her. Icewing crept up onto Hawkfrost and attacked from behind.”

“You didn’t use the tree to your advantage! You must tree train, not pouncing like a newborn kit!” Hawkfrost glared at Icewing, “You must do everything I tell you!”

“But I did use the tree!” retorted Icewing, “I went up it and so when the enemy was preparing for me to jump down onto them, I leaped up onto their back so they got taken by surprise.”

“Clever,” Eyes narrowing, Hawkfrost growled, “However, your enemies may find that attacking you without you being on them is much easier than fighting you when you land actually on their back.”

“But I can always scramble up the tree and land on their backs while they are wondering where I went.”

“ThunderClan knows that trick. We must prepare for that,” Hawkfrost hissed, “You have a sharp and clever mind. Use that to your advantage, too. Let’s see how many more interesting strategies you can think of. More training and less talking!”

And so Icewing crawled up the tree, her muscles aching.

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“You know, I think I’m the first RiverClan cat to do tree training – ever.” grumbled Icewing. Her muscles ached and her back was on fire. It would be a miserable day when the sun rose. Hawkfrost’s voice brought her back to reality.

“Wrong, Icewing. I was the first RiverClan cat to climb a tree. But you were the second. Now, go tell Tigerstar I think it’s time.”

That’s just like Hawkfrost – always bragging. It’s time for what, though? thought Icewing as she ran over to Tigerstar to tell him Hawkfrost’s news.

“What’s it time for?” the green-eyed she-cat asked after she delivered her message.

“I can’t tell you!” snapped Tigerstar.

Icewing wanted to ask why, but she knew not to cross Tigerstar when he was grumpy. Still…

All of a sudden, Tigerstar yowled “Next time she visits, one of our apprentices will take her final assessment!”

Would that be her?

A high, reedy voice from the back of the crowd of cats yowled back “Who, might I ask, is this mysterious she-cat? It should be me!”

“And why would I tell you, Breezepelt? Anyways, you’re still not ready,” replied Tigerstar coolly. “I hope you’ll tend to the ‘cat-in-the-brambles,’ as our apprentices kindly call her, next moonrise instead of training with us. Have fun with the mouse bile and changing her moss. She’ll like that. The rest of you, go – oh, and whatever you do, do not go near the clearing where we used to train or I promise I will personally rip out your pelt and use it to line my nest; even my warriors. I am making an exception for Breezepelt because he must go there tomorrow. Now leave me to think for once, instead of helping train you mouse-brained young ‘paws’ to become ‘better warriors’.” And with that impressive speech, Tigerstar bounded off the “Announcement Rock” and away into the forest.

What is the matter with him? Icewing was bewildered. Tigerstar’s never been grumpy enough to threaten to rip out our pelts before. Humph. Who is this mysterious she-cat? Why can’t we go to the old training clearing anymore? So many questions, yet no answers.

Suddenly, Icewing felt a pelt brush hers, then smelled the slightly musty scent that belonged to Ivypool. Ivypool’s scent was a mixture of Dark Forest and ThunderClan, just like hers was a mixture of Dark Forest and RiverClan.

“Icewing, go home. I am warning you, do not fail your warrior assessment or else you may never go back to your clanmates by the lake.” warned the other white she-cat, then she turned and disappeared.

Icewing felt an ominous chill go down her spine at those words. Was Ivypool hinting that she would die if she failed?

 

Chapter 2

After Feathertail and Spottedleaf found Brambleberry hurt and Mistystar missing and Leopardstar discovered them, there was utter chaos until…

“Silence! Do you want all of StarClan to come rushing here right now?” yowled Leopardstar.

“Leopardstar, Mistystar is missing! Do you know the significance of that!” growled Feathertail. She’s interfering again, that arrogant furball, she thought, aggravated by Mistystar’s capture.

“I know, Feathertail. Calm down. Besides, if we’re too hasty, it could lead to our downfall as well as Mistystar’s,” soothed Leopardstar.

Feathertail thought for a moment. What Leopardstar says makes sense, she concluded. “Who else will help us?”

“No one but us. They will all try to take over, and this is only RiverClan’s business.” Leopardstar meowed.

Feathertail nodded in agreement. “You’re right, Leopardstar. What should we do now?”

Leopardstar narrowed her eyes. “Keep quiet and look for unexpected allies. Make sure they’re at least half RiverClan.”

Why at least half RiverClan? Has Leopardstar gone crazy? thought the silver she-cat. “I’ll do that. I think we should visit Willowshine to tell her what has happened,” meowed Feathertail.

“Yes, I agree. Could you do that? I must go. Crookedstar asked me to come to a meeting of Clan leaders and medicine cats to discuss Brambleberry’s situation.” Leopardstar took off running, her tail streaming out behind her.

Feathertail sighed. Why did Leopardstar always have to take charge? That night she visited Willowshine’s dreams. “Willowshine!”

“Feathertail! Mistystar went to the Moonpool and I went with her and Mothwing but she never woke up! We had to drag her back to camp. Everyone thought she was dead but she was still breathing,” meowed Willowshine in a hurry, “What are we going to do?”

“Her spirit was captured by the Dark Forest. The Dark Forest, or The Place Of No Stars, is where cats that are not accepted by StarClan go after they leave their bodies,” explained Feathertail. “Ask Reedwhisker to temporarily take the leader’s role, but tell him not to change his name to Reedstar as we can not give him nine lives since Mistystar still has all of hers. Don’t forget, Mistystar is still alive.”

“Okay, Feathertail. But how is Mistystar going to escape the Dark Forest?” questioned Willowshine.

“StarClan will rescue her!”

Feathertail’s voice faded away as she hurried back to StarClan’s hunting grounds. When she returned, Leopardstar was waiting for her. Humph.

“Our meeting went very badly,” announced Leopardstar.

“What happened?” asked Feathertail. Nothing could be worse than a hopeless quest into the Dark Forest to rescue Mistystar.

“Crookedstar brought Brambleberry in and he questioned her thoroughly. All we got out of her was that she was walking along the border and got attacked by two cats from the Dark Forest,” mused Leopardstar, “She doesn’t even remember anything about Mistystar’s capture.”

Feathertail nodded, “We need a plan to rescue her. Mistystar, I mean, not Brambleberry.” Though Brambleberry does need help, thought Feathertail privately. She knew not to cross Leopardstar when she was grumpy or happy, all the same.

Leopardstar thought for a moment, “Let’s go visit the Dark Forest. Come on, lets go now.”

Why now?

The pair padded along silently until they suddenly saw a spotted pelt flash by.

“Greetings, Feathertail, Leopardstar. Did you see Milkfur earlier?” meowed Featherwhisker .

“She was at Four Trees not long ago,” answered Feathertail. Why is he looking for Milkfur now?

“Thanks, I don’t think she knows about what happened to Brambleberry. And after all, she has a right to know since Brambleberry was Milkfur’s apprentice.” Featherwhisker trotted away, tail drooping.

Feathertail remembered that Featherwhisker always had liked Brambleberry. No wonder he was sad.

“Well, we will be looking like that for some time,” commented Feathertail. Leopardstar didn’t answer. They quietly strolled along for a while until they reached the border.

“I guess we’ll go in,” meowed Leopardstar. Not long after, they scented Brokenstar on the slightly musty breeze. Leopardstar tensed. Feathertail crouched. What does he want? she thought.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” purred Brokenstar in a silky voice. “I thought we made it clear StarClan was not allowed here.”

“You said was not allowed. We are allowed because this is not the past, but the present. Yes?” retorted Feathertail.

“A clever tongue, as usual. Now, if you’ll give me a tour of StarClan’s hunting grounds, I will gladly let you visit my territory, as that is only fair…Now, get out!” Brokenstar barred his teeth.

Thinking fast, Feathertail meowed “Go ahead. Visit anytime.”

“Feathertail! What you are you thinking?! Since when were you so fish-brained?” interrupted Leopardstar, again. Feathertail silenced her with a glare. Leopardstar returned the glare but did not question her any further.

“Then go ahead and explore all you want.” Brokenstar took off into the dark woods.

“What was that all about?!” hissed Leopardstar, narrowing her eyes.

“Wait. I’ll tell you later,” murmured Feathertail distractedly.

“As you say, Featherstar,” grumbled Leopardstar. Humph. AnnoyingStars all over the place were invading, thought Feathertail grumpily.

“Really! Please stop insulting me! Now can we just get on visiting this place and get out of here? I don’t like it any more than you do!” Exasperated, Feathertail stalked off. With a heavy, exaggerated sigh and a rolling of her eyes, Leopardstar grudgingly followed. Why was Grumpystar always so hostile? thought Feathertail.

“Wait,” Leopardstar halted suddenly, “I smell a familiar scent. Tigerstar!” They spun around in unison to see a large dark brown tabby striding towards them. “The visitors Brokenstar mentioned.” He nodded, “Don’t let me interrupt you. Continue as you please.” Tigerstar disappeared into the shadows.

“He becomes more and more evil every passing moment,” Leopardstar growled.

“No one can deny that,” agreed Feathertail. How did they communicate so fast, and what makes me think that something is amiss? Those two can never be trusted.

“Humph,” meowed Leopardstar suspiciously. “He sounded like he was up to something.”

“Whenever was he not?” asked Feathertail, “ I wonder if his scheme has something to do with Mistystar’s capture?”

Leopardstar didn’t reply.

               

 

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The two walked off into the forest, following the twisting and turning path. Feathertail’s mind was filled with questions, one after another. Whys and hows and lots of coulds floated around in the air. She was sure that even Leopardstar, who as lost in her own thoughts too, could hear her mind buzzing with questions.
    “Feathertail,” Leopardstar voice was tense, “I think we’ve been going around in circles.”
    “How come? We’ve been following this path,” replied Feathertail.
    “Look at that same gnarled tree trunk. I’m sure we’ve been past it before.”
    “Hmm,” meowed Feathertail thoughtfully, “You’re right.”
    “I’m going to scratch a cross onto this tree so that way we’ll know if we’ve been here before.” Leopardstar did so.
    After a few hundred heartbeats, they came back to the same tree. Feathertail gasped, surprised at how easily they’d been fooled. “We really are going around in circles!” Her voice rose to a wail, “ We’re hopelessly lost in the Dark Forest! Here, were no one would even think about us being in this horrible……place!”

Chapter Three

“What do think we are going to do? Obviously we just don’t follow the path. Now let me lead,” Leopardstar shouldered past Feathertail and growled “Come on!” With a humph, Feathertail followed her leader. Why was Feathertail always so slow? She obviously thought I am a grumpystar, but that doesn’t mean she has to be so grumpy and sharp tongued with me. thought Leopardstar

“Hey! I didn’t see this fork in the path before!” meowed Feathertail excitedly.

“That’s because I’m leading,” grumbled Leopardstar. Really, Feathertail was so cheery she could beat a sparrow singing – that is, if she could sing. She couldn’t sing, only birds and possibly Twolegs could. Lost in her thoughts, she then crashed into a bush.

“Hurry up, Leopardstar! We’re losing our time for exploring!” hissed Feathertail.

Leopardstar didn’t like that and retorted “Well, stop singing like a bird!” With a growl of fury, she turned around and stalked off. She could sense that Feathertail confused and wanted to say something back to her but even she knew better than to start an argument with a leader. Leopardstar felt a stab of self-satisfaction with that small victory of words.

Soon, they reached a clearing filled with cats surrounded by trees. They quickly hid themselves behind two of these disgusting under-growths and peered out from behind them. It seemed like the cats in the clearing were having a meeting of some kind. Some of the faces in the crowd looked familiar, and they scanned them with sharp eyes, gold and blue, to see what cats they knew. Feathertail was the first to spot a Lake cat they knew.

“Look! There’s Icewing with Hawkfrost! They’re training together. I never knew this was happening!” wailed Feathertail, clearly distressed.

“It’s all right. She might be a spy for RiverClan like Ivypool is for ThunderClan”

Feathertail visibly relaxed.   

“Let’s continue along. Mistystar is obviously not here,” meowed Leopardstar. She turned and headed off into the shallow undergrowth. With a sigh of exasperation, Feathertail followed. She sniffed, then stiffened. Leopardstar followed suit, and smelled a scent that she had never wanted to smell for the rest of her death years.

“Brokenstar!” she warned. Sure enough, Brokenstar appeared moments later. “Visits are over. I will show you the way out.”

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“That was useless!” growled Leopardstar, “and now he can visit our territory! He probably set us up to get lost. That way we can’t learn anything.” Brokenstar was the most obnoxious cat from the forest to the sun-drown place; from the mountains to the lake.

“Just wait. He’ll get his payback.” purred Feathertail.

What was that cat up to?

“You still haven’t told me why you are going to let Brokenstar into our hunting grounds,” reminded Leopardstar. Feathertail was so forgetful she would forget she was on a patrol the minute she left camp.

“He said ‘If you’ll give me a tour of StarClan’s hunting grounds.’ Well, that is exactly what I plan on doing. I’ll give him a tour on the most boring and useless places,” Feathertail paused. “I’ll also give long uninteresting lectures. Then I’ll send him out of here like he did to us.”

“Brilliant, Feathertail!” meowed Leopardstar, “Great thinking!” How had Feathertail thought of that? Well, she’d add to that. “Try to somehow get him lost in the most uninteresting place – the island in the middle of  the small lake would do. Just make a bridge out of wood and lead him across, then destroy the bridge and swim away.” He’s such a drypaw, she thought in disgust.

“Amazing, Leopardstar!”

Leopardstar was pleased with the praise, but she decided not to say anything. Maybe if Feathertail gave her more compliments, she would make her her personal deputy – for helping the Clans only, of course.

******

“Cats of StarClan!” yowled Willowstar, “Brambleberry has been attacked by one of the Dark Forest. We are suspecting that Tigerstar did the fighting while a different cat dragged someone over the border and is currently holding them hostage. Leopardstar and Feathertail, would you like to speak?”

“We were there, not when the attack happened, but at the aftermath. Feathertail and I do not know who was taken except that they are not from RiverClan.”

Leopardstar felt guilty that she was lying at a Gathering, but she had no choice. She jumped down from Highrock in a graceful leap and meowed “Feathertail, would you like to speak?” Leopardstar meowed. She would probably mess up the whole lie and tell everything that had happened since the attack on Brambleberry and Mistystar.

“ Well, we went into the Dark Forest to investigate the matter…….” A chorus of cats started yowling “What! Why didn’t you tell us? You should have discussed with the rest of StarClan first!”

“I’m sorry but there was not enough time. As I was saying……..”

Feathertail got interrupted again this time by Mossleaf, an old StarClan cat. “Are you not telling us something?” she meowed suspiciously, “Something is missing and without it, your story smells quite fishy.”

“No Mossleaf,” assured Feathertail, “I have told you everything – well, almost everything, and I’m going to tell you the rest of it right now.”

Mossleaf sat down back on her haunches again but kept a glare on her.

“Right,” meowed Feathertail, ignoring Mossleaf, “Brokenstar is going to visit StarClan in return for our visit to their home.”

There was a few collective gasps but no one spoke.

“I plan on giving him a tour of some of the most boring places there are here; like the many different varieties of herbs in StarClan that grow next to the border drop-off. I will need a medicine cat sitting around just to  make it convincing” The border drop-off was when the territories just fell into space: the ground just turned right into sky. Of course, StarClan could walk on it, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that most cats were just afraid of the sheer drop-off, even though they couldn’t die a second time. Yellowfang’s voice suddenly brought her back to the present.

“I’ll be the medicine cat,” meowed Yellowfang. Feathertail nodded with appreciation. Leopardstar was surprised. Yellowfang was usually much grumpier than even the cat Feathertail called Grumpystar – namely, herself. And, Yellowfang was Brokenstar’s mother. Hmm.

“ Also I will show him WarmRocks and the pond. It would be best to have some cats fishing there. The waterfall will be shown to him also, and best of all, I will make him swim! I’ll tell him he can either swim or be pushed into the water – his choice. Yellowfang will be my backup, since she’ll already be with me, making sure he doesn’t run away.”

Yowls of approval came from the assembled cats.

“We’ll fish,” came the voice of some cats. Feathertail had nodded again. Leopardstar craned her neck to see who had said that.

“Humph,” she muttered.

The cats were all craning their necks and Leopardstar couldn’t see over the heads of the other cats. She felt like a kit. All the other cats were so much taller than her when the ones in front of her were so much taller than her when they were all standing on their hind legs and craning their necks, so she did what they were doing.

    “And Leopardstar has one last thing to tell us!” yowled Feathertail over all the cats meowing in a hurry.
    Leopardstar gulped “I do?” Did Feathertail want her to tell the cats about THAT? Feathertail gave a little nod as if she knew what Leopardstar was thinking. Leopardstar burned with fury. She was a leader and Feathertail was a mere warrior! She was superior and Feathertail was a servant! Leopardstar humphed again. All eyes were on her now. “Well, Feathertail and I found Tigerstar training cats from the living clans. We suspect the Dark Forest is tricking them into training since we found Blossomfall, Birchfall, Icewing, Ivypool, Redwillow, Breezepelt, Sunstrike, Furzepaw…”

*******

After the Gathering was over, cats clamored around Leopardstar and Feathertail. Is that really true? was the most common question.

    “Enough!” yowled Willowstar, “This Gathering is over and will all of you please return to your dens!”  Leopardstar headed off to her den but stopped. There was going to be a lot a whispering. Instead, Leopardstar had Feathertail follow her to a secret place where Leopardstar had found when she had just joined StarClan.
    “It’s beautiful!” gasped Feathertail.
    “Duh,” humphed Leopardstar. They had just walked into a little clearing through a flowering arch. In the middle, was a little pond filled with every kind of fish, and to the back, was a small waterfall. They were surrounded by trees and flowers.
    “No one knows about this except for you and me,” meowed Leopardstar proudly, “Now hurry and make your nest.”
     “What about you?” asked Feathertail. Leopardstar pointed her tail tip to a small cave whose only entrance was under a willow tree. When Feathertail had finally gathered enough swan feathers, they both headed into the cave. Feathertail gasped. The cave shimmered and sparkled from all the shiny things Leopardstar had put in. The cave was so small, during the day, it was flooded with green light. Leopardstar pointed to a small hole right above her comfy swan feather covered nest.
    “You can see the stars,” Leopardstar meowed quietly, “There’s enough room for you to sleep next to me.” Feathertail quickly constructed her nest and laid down and sighed softly. Of course, thought Leopardstar, rolling her eyes. Feathertail is awestruck by the beauty, once again. Then, they both lay down to sleep.

Chapter Four

   

Icewing woke up, stretched her matted fur and tired muscles, and yawned. It had been a long night.

“What in the name of StarClan happened?” her daughter, Petalfur, shrieked when she got a look at Icewing’s pelt.

“I went night hunting and fell into a hollow full of brambles,” Icewing lied. She felt bad about lying to Petalfur, but she would only tell Mistystar and Mistystar’s spirit was gone somewhere. Or so says Willowshine. And then how would Icewing become a better warrior? Who knew.

“The only bramble hollow is next to the Twoleg place, and there is absolutely no prey there,” meowed Petalfur suspiciously. I don’t blame her. I would be suspicious if my mother claimed she fell into a hollow full of brambles, Icewing thought sadly.

“I got spooked by an owl,” she invented, while she secretly slipped a long thorn into her nest. She wriggled around a bit. This felt just as bad as lying. But what could she do? Tell her daughter she’d been training all night with Tigerstar and Hawkfrost? Petalfur would tell Reedwhisker and then that would be the end of that. Well, she’d just have to hope.

“And there is this!” meowed Petalfur triumphantly, spotting the long thorn and pawing it out of the moss. “You have been sleeping on a thorn!”

“Oh! Thanks for finding that, Petalfur,” Icewing meowed, feigning surprise.

“Petalfur, Icewing! It’s sunhigh already and you’re needed on patrol!” Graymist yowled. She was the temporary deputy for RiverClan.

“Coming,” grumbled Icewing. She stood up and shook her fur. As she trotted out of her den, Willowshine walked into camp with a mouthful of catmint and saw Icewing’s scratches. She shrieked, “For StarClan’s sake, what happened?” She dropped her catmint and raced over to Icewing to examine her scratches. “She…..won’t……go……..on…….ANY…….patrols……..today,” she meowed between licks. Now that the blood was gone, the scratches didn’t look so bad. Icewing followed Willowshine to the den for treatment to her scratches. While Willowshine added patches of marigold and cobweb to them, Icewing told Mothwing what had happened. Even though she was a very convincing liar and had had to lie many times before, Icewing always felt guilty. “I couldn’t sleep and went night hunting,” explained Icewing. “An owl spooked me and I accidently ran into a bramble pit. A thorn stuck on me while I was sleeping and after rolling around, I got these scratches.”

“Hmm. No more night hunting for you. In fact, no more hunting for at least another two sunrises,” meowed Mothwing.

Well, the Dark Forest is still going to keep me training. And besides, I will just be a better, tougher warrior, thought Icewing.

All day, Icewing watched patrols come and go. Even the kits were doing something more exciting than her. When dusk came, Icewing felt that she was ready to face training. Then she remembered. Her warrior assessment. Ivypool had warned her about death. She had always been a reliable friend. Would she be right again?

***********

   

“There you are, Icewing!” yowled Hawkfrost, “Come over here!” Icewing nervously walked over to where the leaders were standing.

    “You must fight one of us and win to become a warrior, but if you fail………” Brokenstar let his threat hang in the air. He bared his teeth and hissed impatiently. “Come on! We haven’t got all night!” Icewing looked around. Hawkfrost looked smug as if he knew his own apprentice wouldn’t attack him. Sadly, I agree with him, Icewing thought. He’s much too good a fighter. Tigerstar was staring around at the rest of the apprentices, but Icewing could feel he had trained at least one eye on her. Darkstripe looked bored but Brokenstar looked menacing. Mapleshade growled at Icewing. Then, in the shadows, Icewing saw a old warrior she had only met once. She couldn’t remember his name. Looking at the red pelt, the name came to her. Bloodfur. Icewing knew who she wanted to fight. But she would wait a little longer, just so she could have the advantage of surprise. Maggottail leered at her and inched forward a step. Time was running out. Snowtuft bunched his muscles for a leap, but before he got the chance, silently, Icewing jumped onto the distracted Bloodfur’s back. I bet he didn’t expect me to attack him! Icewing thought triumphantly. With a yowl, he rolled onto his back, but not before Icewing bit him on the ear.
    Now at least he can’t hear on one side, Icewing thought with satisfaction. But then, as Bloodfur squashed her until she felt that she would suffocate, she realized it was a fight to death. To see if you’re a good enough fighter to take another’s space. And the only way to do that was to kill. Icewing mustered her strength and pushed Bloodfur off her belly. She hooked her hind claws into his belly fur as he flew across the clearing and landed with a thud. Icewing was pulled along, but was in the perfect position to rake his belly. Again and again, Bloodfur yowled in agony. But he wasn’t a warrior for nothing. He tried to bite Icewing on the neck, but she jerked her head out of the way and received a long scratch on her chest. In her moment of weakness, Bloodfur flipped onto his feet and pounced! He stretched out his forelegs and his paws collided with her head. Without hesitation, he jumped onto Icewing’s back and tried to kill her with a bite to the neck. But Icewing sensed this coming and pushed him off her for the second time. Icewing bashed her paws against Bloodfur’s head but stopped as soon as Bloodfur started stirring slightly. She didn’t want to kill him if she didn’t have to and besides, he could easily kill her right then if necessary. Then, spotting a tree three paces away, she raced towards it, then leaped up into its branches. Bloodfur was lying on the ground, moaning, and Icewing realized that this was her chance! She leaped from tree to tree, ignoring the pain in her muscles. Her blood continued to pour out of her chest wound and bits dripped on Bloodfur. Now he really is Bloodfur! chuckled Icewing. Her blood loss was giving her a strange sense of humor. When Bloodfur finally realized she had climbed the tree, he began to climb himself, because he knew the Dark Forest had not covered tree fighting for apprentices. Icewing was smart though, and by the time Bloodfur had climbed the tree and searched it, Icewing had made a loop to approach from behind. Looking around, Bloodfur understood Icewing’s plan a second too late. Icewing flew onto him with a mighty THUMP! His claws slipped and he tumbled, ears over tail, out of the tree. Icewing jumped down and landed gracefully on top of Bloodfur. She looked at him. Fear flooded his eyes. He was too weak to fight back. Icewing knew she only had one choice. She could not fight any longer. Soon, she would faint from all the lost blood if Icewing continued fighting. She could barely stand. She looked straight into Bloodfur’s amber eyes, trying to convey three words –  I’m sorry, Bloodfur, then bit his throat with the killing bite. Blood poured out of the fatal wound, and his eyes spoke to her. The cats of the dark forest are evil. Do not trust them. They are trying… but before he could tell her what they were trying to do, the light faded from his eyes. Tigerstar looked at her in awe. Hawkfrost proudly meowed, “See, Brokenstar, two apprentices made warriors already and both are alive. More than you can claim.”

Brokenstar glared at Hawkfrost and returned to watching Icewing. In his raspy voice, he growled, “Well, now you are a warrior, Icewing. No doubt about that.”

The apprentices looked at Icewing in fear. She hated terrorizing them. Her eyes sought out Ivypool and found her with the rest of the warriors. Ivypool looked urgently at her.

“Well, go and sit with the warriors,” hissed Mapleshade.

Numb with pain, Icewing went and sat with Ivypool.

“Good job,” she meowed but her voice was tense. What was wrong?  Ivypool began to lick Icewing’s fur. Suddenly, Icewing wished Ivypool was from RiverClan. She jerked back.

“Stop,” she meowed, “We are from different clans and we shouldn’t be making this friendship.” With a start, Icewing saw all the other cats looking at her. She had spoken too loudly.     “But I had forgotten we are clanmates. Dark Forest clanmates. Since I have proved myself true to this place, we are now true clanmates,” she continued. “Whoever says otherwise will get ripped to shreds.” She glared at everyone, but inside, she just wanted to forget about the Dark Forest. But no. She also wanted to rip Tigerstar and Mapleshade to shreds. She wanted to wipe out the entire forest, and never see any of these evil cats again.

After the meeting, Hawkfrost caught up with the pair of them. “It is not for you to make such speeches and decisions, but you acted like what I expect all my apprentices to become – menacing, powerful leaders.”
    Icewing again felt like tearing him apart, but instead she meowed “I just wanted to begin a reputation.”

Hawkfrost nodded and walked away. Ivypool made no comment. They kept on walking until suddenly she veered off the path.

“Ivypool, where are you going?” asked Icewing.

“Somewhere we won’t be overheard,” meowed Ivypool without looking back at Icewing.

    Icewing was confused. What was happening? Did Ivypool want to hurt her? Ivypool led Icewing to a bramble thicket.
    “In here,” whispered Ivypool.
    “What?” asked Icewing loudly.
    “Shh! Keep your voice down!” hissed Ivypool. “This way.”

She led Icewing to a little opening in the midst of the thicket where they could see the old training clearing. In the middle was a cage built of thorns so tightly woven that Icewing couldn’t see what was inside. Was this the “cat-in-the-brambles” Tigerstar had mentioned? If there was a cat in there, how could she breathe? Then Icewing noticed little holes for air, big enough for oxygen to get in, but small enough so that even the tiniest kit claws couldn’t fit through. Thistleclaw and Sparrowfeather were guarding the thorn cage while Breezepelt threw in two dead, rotten mice and a shrew that looked like crowfood into the cage through a large hole which was immediately covered by thorns again. Whoever was in there must be very weak; that way whoever it was didn’t stand a chance of clawing their way out, much less fighting, even if an apprentice purposefully walked in and let them attack first. Breezepelt went in through the hole and started clearing out moss so dirty it looked like it hadn’t been changed for many moons. Then he grabbed another ball of moss, less dirty but still looking like something else had already used it, and tossed it to the cat and snarled, “Spread that yourself.” Icewing watched, transfixed, as Breezepelt stalked away and the guards resumed their positions. Soon after, Shredtail and Clawface appeared to take Thistleclaw and Sparrowfeather’s places. What was happening? Who was under such heavy guard? Icewing looked to Ivypool for answers, but Ivypool only shook her head and whispered, “I don’t know any more than you do, except that this place is always under guard by a dead Dark Forest warrior and that every sunrise, a apprentice will come and feed them that meager meal and every three sunrises, she gets her moss changed. The cat doesn’t even get to use the dirtplace!” Mystified, Icewing watched some more.

    “We have to go now, Icewing,” Ivypool meowed, “Meet me at the island at moonhigh tomorrow night. Now that you’re a warrior, you don’t have to come every time.” And with that, Ivypool disappeared and Icewing was left alone. Ivypool was definitely a friend, but what was her secret? Did she know about the true intentions of the Dark Forest that Bloodfur had hinted at?

Chapter Five

    Feathertail waited near the border, her tail twitching with annoyance. She was waiting for Brokenstar to show up so she could take him on the most boring tour of his life. The tour would  start at the Herb Meadow, where she would briefly hand him over to the grumpy Yellowfang, who would show him the herbs (and be quite hostile to him, which she was VERY good at.) Then she would take him to the best place to hunt rabbits, then to Warmrocks. And last of all, she would walk him onto an island using a fallen tree, then leave him there, jump into the water, and swim away while a crew of cats dragged away the tree, leaving Brokenstar trapped on the island until he found the courage to jump into the water and swim to shore.
    “Finally!” she grumbled as the dirty tomcat slinked into StarClan’s territory.
    “Brokenstar is not here, so I will take his place,” meowed Tigerstar.
    Why? There’s something suspicious. Could he know my plan?
    “This way, then,” Feathertail led Tigerstar to the Herb Meadow, feeling uneasy. When they had finally trekked through the Marshland, Yellowfang looked up in surprise, “What’s he doing here?” she growled.
    “He took Brokenstar’s place,” explained Feathertail, then whispering in Yellowfang’s ear, “He’s up to something. Be careful.”
    Yellowfang nodded and led Tigerstar to the far east side of the meadow. “At this side, catmint, marigold, borage, and alder bark grow here.” Yellowfang carefully pointed out important features of each plant and gave a detailed description of their uses and how to use them. “Any questions?” Looking bored to death, Tigerstar shook his head and hissed impatiently. “Next, we are going over to the southeast side of the Herb Meadow.” Yellowfang continued to give slow, exaggerated lectures on plants, herbs, and anything that heals. It was sunhigh when Feathertail picked up Tigerstar who looked ready to faint from annoyance. He probably wanted to attack Yellowfang but didn’t dare to with so many others around. Feathertail snickered.
    “ This way, Tigerstar,” Feathertail meowed, mockingly, “We are now going to the Prairie of Rabbits.” Feathertail slowly walked to the  prairie, stopping to talk to StarClan cats, showing Tigerstar different plants, and sometimes veering off paths only to give Tigerstar a lesson on how to hunt various things. When they finally arrived, Feathertail handed him over to Tallstar, who was smiling with glee.
    He probably wants to get revenge on Tigerstar for becoming the leader of ShadowClan after they drove out WindClan, and because Tigerstar helped Mudclaw, through Hawkfrost, to try and kill Onestar, thought Feathertail, This is going to get interesting.

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Feathertail just couldn’t wait to make Tigerstar swim in a freezing cold lake. She saw Leopardstar’s dark amber eyes watching through a bramble thicket, twinkling with amusement and gave a small smile.

“Tigerstar,” Feathertail meowed, “Over on the island is Warm Water Spring, which is for StarClan cats to relax and enjoy it.”

Feathertail nimbly jumped onto the prepared tree ran to the other side. Grumbling how this was a complete mistake, Tigerstar followed reluctantly. Feathertail led Tigerstar over to the spring talking about the history of it.

“Now, lay down here and close your eyes, it is very comfortable,” instructed Feathertail. As soon as Tigerstar closed his eyes, Feathertail slid into the water and swam away without a single splash. A group of cats appeared and with great difficulty, dragged the tree onto the mainland. Everyone dissapeared into the bushes, abandoning Tigerstar who in meantime had fallen asleep.

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A half-moon had passed since the visit from Tigerstar who had plucked up the courage to jump into the water. Shivering, he clumsily paddled across the lake. Feathertail snickered at the memory. Tigerstar strictly trained members of the Dark Forest in water battle, but he himself couldn’t even swim! Why would he all of a sudden decide to train in something he obviously didn’t think was worth learning himself? She lay in her nest, listening to the quiet breathing of Leopardstar, thinking.

Feathertail bolted straight up from her nest. “That’s it!” she hissed. Grumbling, Leopardstar stretched lazily. “Can’t a cat get any sleep around here?”

“Leopardstar! It is the Dark Forest who captured Mistystar!” exclaimed Feathertail.

Wide awake now, Leopardstar listened intently. Pacing back and forth, Feathertail meowed, “You saw how badly Tigerstar swam. The day that we visited them, they were training, in water! Tigerstar didn’t learn swimming probably because he didn’t think he would ever need to use it. But now, he is training cats to fight with other cats in water. There is only one clan Tigerstar can attack who can also swim. RiverClan. They will attack soon, when their leader is gone. When is it a coincidence that the Dark Forest decides to train their apprentices water battle only a few sunrises before Mistystar is captured?”

“You’re right, Feathertail! I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. But we didn’t see Mistystar in the Dark Forest when we visited.”

“They must have hid her. We need to have a contact in the Dark Forest, but who is reliable? The only spy we know for sure is Ivypool, but she’s ThunderClan. So we need Spottedleaf, she’s the only ThunderClan cat who’s actually not hostile to us.”

“Can’t we get some sleep first?” grumbles Leopardstar crankily, now that her burst of excitement was over.

“Yes,” sighed Feathertail. And they both slept.

Written by Moonshade (Mulan) and Rainyshadow (Maya Chan)

Squirrel

Heather N. bowed her head over the limp sheen body, the fluffy orange fur matted down from the rain, a pool of blood encircling it. She knelt down, weak in the knees. Her tears were hidden by her medium-length brown hair, and the heavy rain that pattered on the the paved road. A Cadilliac was swerved away from the dead thing, crushed like a can.

Dead. Squirrel was dead. Squirrel was the best thing that had ever happened to Heather N., and now he was dead. Even Nate, her oldest brother thought Squirrel was nice dog. No more play fights, no more stolen sausages. No more rapid licking when she got home from school. No more fun. No more freedom. No more.

Six years ago

“Momma! Can I have that dog? Please? He’s so nice!” Heather’s stepmother grumbled something under her breath. Then she said, “No!”

6th grade Orientation

Today I went to my Middle School, Harmony Middle, for 6th grade orientation. 6th grade orientation is basically a day where 6th graders get to have a test day of school, only you can go to your lockers during 5th hour, which is lunch, and each class is fifteen minutes long.

First Hour: Math : Mrs. Milligan: Purple

Second Hour: Science: Mrs. zhou: Red

3rd hour: Strings

4IDK (I left my schedule in the lockers.)

5 Lunch

6Gifted

7IDK (I left my schedule in the lockers.)

8. S.S.

 

The War of Venner (part 1)

Journal #1

            I hope you’re reading this Jake. Something that happened yesterday changed my life forever. I traveled through some portal thing and got jacked across outer space to some weird place called Venner.

Well, back to the beginning. After we finished those boring classes at school, I got on my bike and headed home with you on that road with lots of small hills. You remember that, don’t you? We kept on riding until we got to the place where we split up going to each other’s houses. Getting home was about ten to fifteen minutes or so biking past many stores, houses, buildings, all that good stuff.

As I said before, something changed my life forever when I was home. When I stepped up the stone steps of my house, just when I put my hand on the golden doorknob, I heard people talking. I knew my mom was one of them because I could tell by her voice and because she’s always at home cleaning the house and making dinner for my family. The question was who was the other? I decided to listen for a little longer just to make sure I really didn’t know this person. Then, I realized I actually recognized this voice, but I just couldn’t seem to remember that person. I thought for a few long seconds. It then came to me this guy was my uncle. Yup he’s my uncle. He’s the one with mountains of money. He was the one that turned my basement into a giant arcade for my eleventh birthday. He also gave me that hi-tech hoverboard which was basically a skateboard but had weird feet holders, jet engine on the back that never turned on, and two jet engine hover things that made it hover.

Anyways, my uncle was the epic uncle that everyone wanted to have. When I turned that gold-painted doorknob, my mom didn’t seem happy at all. She was almost at the point where she would cry for a pretty long time. The only words I could spit out were, “What’s wrong?” They both looked at me with a look that told me to just simply shut up. The look scared me a little and I sort of hopped a little as I got the message and backed up to the stairs where I went up to my room to lay down a little when suddenly my uncle busts into my room. Uncle didn’t look happy, not at all. He looked in fact, nervous. My uncle never was like this. He was always a jolly guy and almost never had a negative attitude.

“Have you ever seen me like this, Carter?” asked Uncle.

He didn’t even need to listen to my answer, he just went on.

“Then you should know how important this is,” he continued.

My mom went to the master bedroom and took a nap. Something didn’t seem right about Uncle and mom never takes a nap unless she’s like really upset, like so upset her eyes could blow up with tears. The chances of that happening were like one out of a thousand days. When that happens though, you do not want to be near her because last time I tried to help out, she kicked me in the butt pretty hard and sent me flying over in front of my bedroom door. Trust me from where she kicked me and where I landed, it would’ve been around three or four meters apart. So I’d keep a distance from her when that happens.

“Carter, get your hoverboard and give it to me,” said Uncle.

I went in the garage and got it out and passed the gadget to Uncle. He turned it over which he told me never to do because I might accidentally turn it on and set that blue hover burning fire thing or whatever it was in my face and get maybe a really bad fourth degree burn. I definitely don’t want that. If I got that burn I would most likely just simply die.

Anyways, he turned the thing over and took off the battery casing thing. There was some kind of red switch on it that my uncle flipped. He put back the casing and turned it over.

“Now get on and turn it on,” he said.

Getting on was simple. All I had to do was put my feet in the feet holding things and pull the strap there to tighten it. I flipped it on and the board came to life, but this time the booster thing on the back was turned on. Controlling it was simple. Just lean forward to go forward, backward to stop, and either side to which side you need to go to. When I leaned forward to test it out, I went like seventy miles per hour. It was just unbelievable. Uncle got on his hoverbike and rode with me to an abandoned parking lot. I didn’t even know there were abandoned parking lots in New York City.

To my surprise, the place was still lit up. We got off our vehicles and looked at the place. It was an underground parking lot which was pretty unusual. In front of the entrance was an old beaten wooden sign that said, “Turn back now!” That was exactly what I wanted to do because the parking lot was creepy. Uncle and I went in and saw a hobo sitting there with a bunch of newspapers under him for some kind of bed. We passed him silently watching him shiver with cold in his ripped t-shirt and tattered shorts. We walked through the place and came across this giant glowing eye. I jumped back like I did at my house and watched as the eye came out into the light and I realized it was some kind of one eyed dog that creeped me out so bad that I fell over onto the concrete floor and hit my head. His woof of a dog was more like a monstrous roar. He scared me in so many ways. The creature had razor sharp teeth and claws, a monstrous roar, and most of all a huge eye that told you he was hungry.

“It’s a quig,” said Uncle.

“It’s a what?” I asked.

“It’s a quig.”

“What’re those?”

“I’ll tell you later. Right now, we need to get out of here.”

He was right. That quig was about to pounce on us at any moment now. This quig looked like he hadn’t been eating for days. Maybe weeks even.

“Carter, run!” Uncle said.

I ran out of here as my Uncle said, “Look for a door, I’ll meet you there.’” I kept running and running like a maniac looking left and right for a door with a picture of earth on it. I turned around to see if I missed it somewhere, but what I found made my heart stop. There was a quig bigger than the last was chasing me from afar. This guy was gaining up on me, quick. Those guys are quicker than regular dogs, by far. For some weird reason, these quigs kind of acted like lions rather than dogs. Now he was ready to pounce on me. He leaped seven feet in the air and then, KABOOM!! I heard a gunshot that echoed through the ominous cavelike parking lot. The quig was shot right through the stomach and roared out in pain. He fell down from his giant leap and hit the ground that caused a small earthquake for a few seconds. Blood was streaming down from its wound and its eye slowly closed. I saw more quigs charging in for trouble. But then, I realized they were going after the wounded quig for a nice dinner.

I couldn’t tell where the bullet came from, but then my uncle came in and said, “Like my new Desert Eagle?” I never knew Uncle ever even had a gun. I went over and gave him a hug.

“Why am I here?” I said.

“I’ll explain later but right-”

“No, tell me why I’m here or send me home.”

“Well . . . we have to go help some people.”

“Help who? Help them with what?”

“That would take me forever to explain and . . .” he pointed at the quigs in front of us. They were very close to finishing up their big feast.

“Okay then,” I said. “Let us get out of here.”

We ran out of that place fast. Like literally, seven or eight miles per hour, running. We both forgot about everything that happened right there because we were focusing on getting away from the quigs and running. After a while, I saw this dim light that flickered every once in a while.

“Is this it?” I asked.

“Yup, we are here,” answered Uncle. “Now say what I say.”

“Now say what I say.”

“Very funny, Carter.”

“Very funny, Carter.”

“Okay that’s enough.”

“Got it.”

He looked at the door and said, “Venner.” The door opened and when Uncle went through the door he disappeared. I tried the same thing, “Venner.” The door opened and when I went inside, I was teleported into some weird world. This place was weird, it was snowing when it was ninety degrees on Earth.

Uncle was changing his clothes for some reason.

“Hey, why are you changing your clothes?” I asked.

“They don’t have anything we have on us in Venner,” he replied. “Here, change into these.” He handed me some animal skin stuff that people here probably wear.

“Do I have to take my underwear off too?”

“They don’t have boxers in Venner.”

Gee, the clothing must’ve felt itchy for Uncle. But when I out them on these animal skins were like pajamas. They were real comfortable and soft.

In the corner of my eye I saw a mane. I turned around and saw these funny looking lions. “Hey are those lions?” I asked.

“How many are there?” asked Uncle.

I counted them three times.

“I got twelve,” I said.

“We’re going to have to use this,” Uncle said as he pulled out a sled from behind the bushes.

The sled was made of cracked wooden planks reinforced with some leather. There was a spear shaft on the side with a giant one meter spear with a sharp arrowhead made out of a stone I couldn’t really identify. The bottom sled things were made of a really heavy type of wood. They were really stiff and obviously really strong. To steer the thing there were two leather cords which you’d pull to steer. The big snow slope was the steepest mountainside I’ve seen, and with all those giant monster lions, we’d never even get close to escaping.

“All we need out is one,” said Uncle.

I was wondering what he meant then I remembered in the parking lot. All it took was one to distract all the others.

“Are you ready?” asked Uncle.

Honestly I wasn’t but just to make my uncle feel good I said, “As I’ll ever be.”

That’s when the quigs smelled our scent. They roused from their sleep and spotted us. We were just too late. My fault I guess. I asked too many questions. These quigs acted much swifter and more aggressive than the Earth ones. Or maybe I was just tired since it was probably around ten at night in earth hours.

“Carter, spear quick!” shouted Uncle.

I got it and hurled the powerful stone-tipped weapon at a quig and it stabbed him in the neck. Uncle went over pulled it out as the lion cried in pain. Now all the quigs gathered up and gobbled the half-dead quig up as we got on the sled and sped down the enormous drop. I hit a wall and passed out unconscious.

Some writing prompts 2

Hi guys, I am writing writing prompts. So if you get bored with my other stories, You can comment to ask me to continue writing a prompt. P.s. Other authors may take my prompts and use them.

1. Felicity’s secret

John Nieder turned around to that horrible whining noise. The rest of the group had marched outside to arrest some Jews for not wearing the Star of  David. John wasn’t like the other Nazis. He had a heart. There were three things that made him a Nazi. 1. He was blond. He a head full of hair that was a blinding white-blond. 2. He had blue eyes. Hitler was a hypocrite, the fact that he required all Nazis to have blond hair and blue eyes. John had round, blue eyes. they were the shade of the sky, that could paralyze you if you looked straight into them. 3. He was a master of firearms. He could run and shoot a boar while running. He could shoot a running boar. He could shoot a running boar while running himself.

“Hello? Hello?” He peered around the exploded corner. Woof! Woof! Woo- “Quiet Ellis, he’ll just kill us.” A girl was soothing her hound to be quiet, though nit quite where. “Come out, girl. I won’t hurt you. Are you alright? I didn’t meant to hurt you. Hello?”

2. Mermaid

“NO!!! HEATHER! WAIT!” Gail reached her hand out, as if to grab her out of the liquid blackness. Heather was too far out, and so did the older sister sucked into the blackness. “the box…..” were the last words audible over the white noise that the raven black was making. Gail sprinted up to her room, and recklessly searched the area. Then she found the box. The box was silverly-blue, like the ocean, and lined with pearls. A single sparkling shell was planted otop the box.

Thy ocean, yon fish, gather to the land loving tendrils of Ivy. And the Pearl of the sea gone without hope, has the control, to the demon.

Gail recited these words quickly, and a burst of light sheen out. Her legs felt slimy, and felt as if they were being pulled together. A mermaid? Me? She looked down, and saw a silvery-blue tial, like the color of the satin box. “Hey, I heard that you are the new student. Your name is Ivy-Bella, right? I’m Eleeana. You can call me Ellie. This is Gwen.” A kind Mer-girl with a blue tail swished her away to a tall reef, about 30 stories high. Ellie had crimped blue hair, and a blue shell-garment. (I don’t wanna use the term, bra,)Another Muscular mermaid was smiling at Gail. Her muscles flexed, as she shook Gail’s hand. Her fin was a bright Yellow, to match her dashing blond hair.

3. 26 Alpha-beta sisters: the Fall of Odina Coranazianifligerstin-Boltsuianahardeyerug the II (NO ONE CAN USE THIS PROMPT)

“I don’t get it. You have to have all energy focused inside of you, yet you have to concentrate on your surroundings. Why do I have to learn this move? I know

 

 

 

 

 

4. The Hunters: Book 1 The forest

Caden look up from his book. Hm? He thought he had seen something run past. He was quietly seated under the helm of an oak tree, reading Secrets of the forest. Whoosh!  It raced past him again, the wind sending his blond hair all over. It was too annoying. So he got up and walked into the humid forest. “Oi! Foinally! I thought thot ewe wood neva come!” A fox was padding up to him, speaking in an English accent.

“Hey! Are you- AHH!!!!! A-a-a-a-a-a-t-talking f-f-f-fox!” Caden jumped back, bewildered. “Aw, wot a cute little loddie! George Redd! How dare you scare that wee lad!” A golden field mouse was scampering along with Redd.

Warriors Super Edition: Earthen Clan: Complete Again 5

Dovewing curled her tail around her kits. Silverkit, Spottedkit and Bluekit nuzzled her belly, while Kinkkit grumbled his way out of the nursery, just as Tigerheart came in to fetch a squirrel for his mate. “You can go out of the nursery by yourself when you’re an  apprentice.”

“But that’s in like,”Kinkkit thought about it, twitching his kinked tail, “a whole, half, moon!”

“I bet that I’ll be a better apprentice than you.” Bluekit  flexed her claws, and dropped into a hunter’s crouch.

“No you won’t! I was the one whose tail was run over by a monster, and  lived.” Kinkkit motioned to his dark tabby tail that was broken. Then he launched into a    powerful spring towards all of the she-kits.

“Hey!” Spottedkit squealed. “I was in the middle of grooming mama’s ears!” So she pretended to slink back and launched a surprise attack, tumbling into a play-fight. She batted his ears while Kinkkit poked her ribs quickly. She prepared her special attack and – “Hey, I was winning!” Sandstorm had picked Spottedkit up by her scruff. Kinkkit made a dash to hide behind the fresh-kill pile, and nibbled on a chunk of torn mouse. He slowly padded toward a secret bramble exit, then made a dash for the clearing. He was so captivated by the beauty of the forest that he tumbled down into the Riverclan stream border.

“HELP!HELP!” he spluttered. Mothwing and Willowshine appeared at the border, picking tansy, and borage leaves.

“Oh! A Thunderclan kit! Willowshine, see if you can get the border patrol. I’ll help this scrap.”

She watched helplessly as the kit drifted into unconsciousness.

“I’m coming!”

Reedwhisker had plunged into the roaring waters and hauled the soggy kit out of the water. “Sorry little scrap.” he roughly pushed Kinkkit towards willowshine’s tabby figurine. “Maybe if we tell Mistystar, we can get something in exchange for this kit.”

“Now what would a warrior be doing, doing a shameful thing like that?”

Mistystar appeared, her kits tumbling around her, and Beetlenose padding up from the patrol group to nuzzle his mate and kits. “Yes, that’s right, it wouldn’t be  very warrior-like if we traded prey for a kit. Come, Willowshine, Let’s wake this kit and then return it back to it’s home.”

“Can we help? Can we? Can we?”

“No, Streamkit, you, leafkit, and fernkit are too small. How about a game or moss-ball?”

At sunhigh, Kinkkit was safely returned to the nursery. Bramblestar padded onto high rock and yowled, “Let all cats old enough to hunt gather here! I, Bramblestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has trained hard to learn and understand the ways of your noble code, and i commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Lilypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend this clan at the cost of your life?”
“I do”
“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Lilypaw, from this moment on you shall be known as Lilystem. StarClan honors your bravery and intelligence, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.”

“Seedpaw, you are now, Seedwhisker.” The Ritual performed again and the new warriors’ new names whisked about the clan. They were all going to resume eating fresh-kill when Bramblestar padded over Dovewing and tigerheart. “Dovewing, May I see you?”

“Actually, Bramblestar, I can’t really move.”

“Then I will tell you here. Wait a moment. Seedwhisker! Could you distract these kits? How about moss-ball?” The kits bounced up excitedly and bounded towards Seedwhisker. “Dovewing, I had an omen from Starclan. Jayfeather went through my mind and told me what it meant. He said that a mysterious striped she-cat said an omen.”

“Are you sure that she wasn’t a tabby?” Tigerheart looked curious.

“Yes. I remember now. She was light brown with darker  stripes across her face. She said, ‘Bring back the sixth clan.’ Does she mean that I should go on a quest? Like Firestar?”

“I think so. I’ve had prophesied dreams, and each night they tell me something different. I wasn’t born yet, so i’m not the expert. You should wait for another omen.”

“Mama? Mama! Dad! Silverkit got hurt! we were playing moss-ball by the Sunning Rocks, then a possum came out of the cracks and bit her and scratched her and….. Will Silverkit die?” Spottedkit was whimpering now.

“Is she in Jayfeather’s den yet?” Tigerheart was crouched, as if he were ready to spring.

“No, Kinkkit fell asleep while we were trying to drag her and bluekit got mad at him, and they fighted. I mean foughted.”

Dovewing didn’t have time to reply before her mate bounded out to help Silverkit. She heard a squeal of pain as tigerheart hauled her by the scruff. As she was grunting to get up, Bramblestar reassured her. “I see to the kit.”

Daisy was woken from her sleep. “Oh! a Possum! Here Dovewing, I’ll help you get up to the medicine cat den.” Dovewing staggered heavily and leaned on Daisy’s shoulder as they slowly made it to the medicine cat den.

Voices could be heard. “I don’t know, Tigerheart. These injuries are pretty serious. I don’t if she’ll make it without being blind.”

“No! This can’t happen!” Tigerheart growled.

What? My kit is blind? Dovewing collapsed.

“DOVEWING!” Daisy yowled. “Help! Tigerheart! I think she’s collapsed!”

Birchfall darted over just in time to catch his daughter falling. “Urgh… Cloudtail, I need to carry her to Jayfeather’s den.”

Cloudtail dropped his vole and hauled dove wing by her scruff, while Birchfall nudged her rump into the medicine cat’s den. “No! Jayfeather! Its Dovewing!”

Briarlight said calmly, “I think she’s fine. I need to let her sleep. I hope she wakes.”

MOONHIGH

“Ugh…, mama? Mama? Mmamaa??” Silverkit was squealing all over the dark place. “Where am I?” she wailed.

“Hush, my dear. You’ll be alright.” A beautiful silver she-cat appeared and gave Silverkit a few comforting licks.

“Where am I?” Silverkit demanded, gathering up her courage to huff it out. She pulled away from the glittering she cat’s pelt.

“You are in Starclan now.” The little kit relaxed slightly. But continued to ramble on. “Where’s Dad? Where’s mama? Are they coming? Who are you?”

“They soon will be, dear. I am Silverstream. Now. Are you hungry? I’m sure the other Starclan warriors will welcome you…”

Silverstream soothed the nervous kit as they padded slowly towards the Starclan camp.

“Hello? Hello?” Dovewing was padding through a familiar forest, sparkling fir trees, and well-structured oak trees loomed over the lush undergrowth. 

“Are you looking for something, Dovewing?” A beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat appeared, weaving through tall heather. Spottedleaf! 

“Hi,” Dovewing mewed, “I need to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything. Oh! Is it about those visions Bramblestar has been having?” Dovewing was shocked. “How do you know?”

“Long story. There were once 6 clans. Sky, Thunder, Shadow, River, Wind, and Earth. One day Earth Clan came to a gathering, about to tell the others that they were moving camp, due to Twolegs. Then when the rest were told, they turned their tails on them. Even when it was full moon.”

“Really, do you think-“

“Mama!” Silverkit came bounding through the beautiful forest. Dovewing stuttered, “Little one, I- How, How did you get here?” Silverstream stood behind  Silverkit, her head bowed. Dovewing understood. 

“Oh, Little One, I can’t play with you or see you during the day, but mama will come as often as possible at night.”

“Mama, mama! I have a new friend here! Her name is Mosskit! I she’s really nice and……”

“Tigerheart. Wake up,” Dovewing prodded his side with a stick.

“Hrmm?” He rolled over, eyes still closed. “Our daughter, Silverkit, she’s in Starclan.”

“What?!” Dovewing nodded. “I saw her.”

“What do you mean? She was still breathing at moonhi-“

Lilystem came rocketing into the warriors’ den, gasping. “You, *gasp* have to go to the nursery. *Gasp* Icecloud’s kits, *gasp* are so cute and- Hey! Dovewing, you’re not in the nursery any more.”

“Oh, I needed to tell something important about Silverkit. She’s in Starclan.”

Lilystem ceased gasping. She stared at Dovewing with her unusually purple eyes. When she got hold of herself, she quietly stalked out of the den. “I’ll be sitting vigil tonight.” 

“So will I.”

“And I.”

“me as well.”

Toadstep, Foxleap, and Brackenfur were bowing their heads. “Well- I- You- I- I appreciate it.” she mewed at last.

“Dovewing! I need to ask you something. Important.”

“Well, okay.”

“It’s the vision. It came.”

“Again?” Tigerheart was practically yowling with frustration. 

It was different. Silverkit was leading me somewhere. She was greeting me, and skipping around like a fox in a fit. And she showed me two cats, then….”

Memory recalled…..

“Hi Bramblestar! It’s me, Silverkit! Thanks for visiting me.”

“Hi, I- Wait. Something is moving in that heather over there. I’ll-“

“Ha! That’s my friend, Mosskit. and this is her mama, Stripestar. Isn’t that cool? They have stripes instead of tabby patterns like me and dad. Hi Mosskit! Hi Stripestar! This is Bramblestar, the Thunderclan lead- Hey!”

Mosskit sprang up and landed in a tackle fight, pawing at Silverkit’s exposed belly. Then Stripestar, the beautiful tan striped cat bowed her head momentarily. “You cannot rescue the betrayed Clan. It can only be accomplished with the heart of a tiger, and the wings of a dove, under the full moon, when the morning dew has dried.”

Memory UNrecalled……

“……..and that was it.”

” Do you think that-“

Lilystem was by the leader’s den again, only more careful. “Um, Bramblestar? Squirrelflight and Briarlight are kitting in a moment. Would you like to come wait?”

Bramblestar immediately bounded towards the nursery. “My, my, so many kits.” he grumbled under his breath.

By the next sunhigh, the kits were born. “Oh my, Briarlight! Yours are so small! Have you named them yet? Jayfeather will be so proud.” Then she paused for a moment, thinking about the emotions when Jayfeather found out about the broken warrior code of Leafpool. “Your’s are beautiful too, Squirrelflight. Mine’s grasskit, robinkit, Goldenkit, and dewkit.” All of the she-kits were wailing and rolling in the nest. But Dewkit looked like a ready kit, five moons old. She curiously looked around with her mist-colored eyes, then groomed her striped fur.

Wow! She’s opened her eyes already. And she has stripes…. Dovewing thought as she entered the nursery to peek around. Dewkit confidently marched to the fresh-kill pile, selected a fat squirrel, and carried it towards the nursery, wobbling on her skinny legs. Briarlight was still drowsy from poppyseeds when jayfeather came in to lick his kits. He heard Dewkit rambling about the camp while her sisters suckled for mother’s milk. Turning his sightless gaze on Dovewing, he said, “she’s the one you’re looking for.”

“Who?”

“Dewkit. She’s going to save the sixth clan. The Earth Clan.”

“How- how did you….? Oh. You read my thoughts.” Dovewing padded into a corner of the nursery and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Can you believe it? a Sixth clan? I mean, Cherryfrost’s  and Rockshade’s kits are part Skyclan, the fifth clan, but Earth Clan? What do they do to hunt? stick their paws into mouse holes?”

Jayfeather shrugged, and padded out to fetch a mouse for him and Dovewing. “I don’t know. But There is a feeling that Moonpaw and Dewkit are part of this. Something. “

“Jayfeather! Jayfeather! You won’t believe it!” Lionblaze stumbled into the nursery, panting.

“Oh. Lionblaze. I need to tell you something. There was a vision. To Bramblestar, from a-“

“A striped cat! And- and……–“

“Hi Dovewing. I got that vision too.” Moonpaw was treating borage leaves to Briarlight with Dewkit learning. He had overheard them cats talking, so he joined the converation. “Me- I did too.” Dewkit had padded over next to Moonpaw, mumbling through a mouthful borage.

”Hey. Can I talk now?” Lionblaze was obviously getting impatient, tapping his tail on the floor of the camp. “Oh, yeah. I totally forgot. I’m sorry.” Wow, Starclan! This newborn kit can already talk, fetch fresh-kill for her mother, and what beautiful manners!

”Cinderheart is expecting a second litter!” Lionblaze literally yowled. “Great,” Moonpaw grumbled, “More brothers and sisters. and expecting she-cats! *tsk* *tsk*. The job of a medicine cat and his apprentice.”

“Hey, its better than you think.” Cinderheart had slowly crawled toward the group of cats. Her belly was exposed for only a moment, but everycat could tell that she was heavily pregnant, and would be kitting in a few moons. “Its just that there might-“

”FOX! FOX! EVERY KIT AND ELDER TO THEIR DENS!” Molestep was bounding into the camp, yowling. Everyone braced for battle, and just as Cinderheart was going to crawl back to the nursery, 2 giant foxes protruded through the camp, snarled, and leaped at Cinderheart. 

NO!” Lionblaze leaped in front of Cinderheart. “Cinderheart are you ok?” The fox saw this distracted moment, and snapped his jaws around lionblaze’s ear, and  tried to yank it off. Bramblestar sped towards the fox that wasn’t busy and lunged into it’s soft belly, ferociously clawing. But dewkit didn’t listen to Molestep and was silently sitting in between  the indiviual battle. When one of the foxes had battered Bramblestar off, it lunged towards Dewkit, she just Hissed, and the two foxes ran off like scared kits. 

By sunhigh, the fox victims had been treated and taken to. Lionblaze’s ear had been torn but healed quickly. Bramblestar refused to be treated to his wound, and quickly searched the camp for Dewkit. But the white striped kit was nowhere to be found.

“Dewkit? Dewkit!” Bramblestar found Dewkit under the shady  branches of intertwined hazel and lilac. She was sleeping, and a long gash was laid across her, so deep, that it seemed fake. Bramblestar carried her by the scruff towards camp.

Dewkit woke up in Jayfeather’s den. “Ow! Er.. hi Jayfeather. Where… where am I?” The silver she-kit saw Jayfeather sorting through leaf bundles. Jayfeather mumbled something under his breathed, then sighed heavily. “Er… Don’t mmove. You’ll reopen your wounds.” Then he added,”Rock spoke to me. You know who Rock is, right?” Dewkit nodded knowingly. “Well, er.. uh there is a new prophecy, and uh… you are part of it. So is Moonpaw and some other cat. Here. Eat these juniper berries. I’ll be back in a second with a chervil root poultice.”

Dewkit stumbled forward a bit to reach the leaf bundle. She unsheathed one claw and scratched open the leaf bundle, then silently licked up the minty blue berries. “Hi!” Moonpaw padded in to see the new patient. “I know why you have that long scar. You are a prophecy cat, although you know that already. You have boundless agility, and limitless strength in battle, but on the battle you use the powers on, the wounds of the victims of that same battle are inflicted upon you. Cool, right? Guess what I can-”

Moonpaw’s rapid meowing had been cut off by a painful screech from his mother, Cinderheart. “oh! Cinderheart is kitting! I’ll have to go. Here. I’ll heal you.” He placed a tender paw on dew kit’s flank, then left quickly.

“Yellowkit, Tallkit, Poppykit, and Cinderkit. What nice names.” Lilystem stared longingly at the kits. “Oh, my dear Barkpelt, when will you be better? We could have kits of our own!” Lilystem wailed.

“Ooh! Can we play with them, Cinderheart?”

“Please??”

“I want to be the first to play with them!”

“Cinderheart?” Hazeltail panicked. She had taken Jayfeather’s place as medicine cat when his tail was torn. Cinderheart’s flank was cold, and her breathing ceased.

Elemental Powers Part 8 Complete Edits

A/N: I finally finished editing this, sorry it took so long. Suggestions would be helpful, as I think the whole “in school and homework” stuff is really boring…do you guys know how to skip like, a year or so ahead without making the story seem like it’s going too fast? Please comment if you find any mistakes, I think a little present tense slipped in every here and there. Personally, I like this version more than what I originially had. I was just saying, actually, I might just stick with this version and not go with the other one after all…what do you think?

Chapter One

Skyra

Six years ago

“Mommy! Mommy! Look at me!” I yelled through the open window. My mom came out of the house and gasped.

“Skyra, get down from that tree right this instant!” She shouted back.

My mom has never used that tone with me. I began to cry, and wiped my tears with both hands. Suddenly, I fell. Being twenty or thirty feet high in the tree, that fall should have seriously injured or killed me. Strangely, I slowed down, and landed on my feet at the base of the tree, right in front of my half scared, half angry mom.

“What were you thinking?! Climbing that high in a tree?! You scared me to death when you fell! You know what I’ve told you, Skyra. You could have broken a bone, or worse, been killed! You must never, ever, do that again. Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy. But that was fun!”

“What was fun?”

“Falling!”

“Falling from the tree was fun?!”

“Yeah! Because I slowed down and landed on my feet in the fall!” I turned my head and saw a man watching us. He was dressed in black and had sunglasses on.

A year ago

I raised my hands in the air, a broad smile on my face. I had just won the School Running Championship, ahead of everyone else in my grade! The weird thing was though, while I ran, a strange wind came and pushed me faster. I never knew I could run so fast. Turning, I received the trophy and said thanks to the man who handed it to me. Wait a second. It feels like I should know this man. Oh well. I mentally shrugged and thought, what does it matter if I know him?

On the way home, my mom said, “Skyra, how did you run so fast? I’ve never seen you run so fast in your entire life!”

I replied, “I don’t know, but at least I won!”

Now

These memories and others rushed through my mind as I processed what the strangely familiar man in front of me just said. That I have the power to bend air to my will? Hold on. I know who he is. He was there, in all of my memories with me demonstrating some way of having the power to control and distort air. But still!

“That’s not true.” I said out loud.

“Oh, but it is. So I ask you again, will you join us? After all, you don’t usually see people with the air element power walking down the street.”

“Oh yeah? And why should I ‘join’ you?”

“I teach a school, where kids with all sorts of elemental powers come to learn.”

“Right…” I said sarcastically. There was something secretive about this guy, something I didn’t trust.

“Look, just come join us and learn, okay?” I could tell this guy was losing his patience.

“And what if I say no?”

“Then I will force you to come!” And before I could do anything, he grabbed my wrists and slapped a hand over my mouth. I struggled and tried to scream, but the noise was muffled and no one was around. He dragged me to a van, gagged me and tied my wrists and ankles together, then threw me in the back. I hit my head on something hard, and the world slowly spun into black.

I woke up, and thought for a moment, who am I? Then I remembered. I sat up and groaned. My head throbbed where I hit it. Looking around, I saw that I was in a prison cell-like dormitory. I noticed a girl with two long braids down her back staring at me from the other side of the room. Trying for friendliness, I said, “Hi.”

She continued to stare.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Academy for Kids with Elemental Powers,” said a voice from the doorway.

I turned to see who said that. A guy was standing in the doorway. He looked about fifteen, and he ignored me when I asked, “What’s your name?”

Continuing, he said, “So anyway, this place has been around for who knows how long, we all have elemental powers, everybody has either the water, fire, air, or earth power, but you can go on and learn the advanced arts, like if you have the fire power, you can learn to create and control lightning, if you have the air power, you can learn to control Ice, you can learn plant when you have the water power, and you can control metal when you have the earth power.”

He smiled at us then left, leaving me alone with the girl again.

“So, ummm…what’s your name?”

“I am not obligated to speak with such a lowly being like you.”

That…was nice.

“Oh. Okay then.”

She turned her head sharply to the right and stared at the wall, which was a very nice olive color. Oh yeah, that’s sarcasm.

I passed the time by examining every inch of the room, and looked for a way to escape. When that guy came in, he opened the door. That seemed impossible. After three hours of search, I gave up. This room cannot be broken out of.

Emberana

That girl. She was so stupid. Like, seriously, she thought she could talk to me. Me! I mean, she was a beginner, and I, was about to be asked into the Challenge class. I have no idea why Karamu came in and answered her question, but judging from his expression, I think he was going to tell me something. That girl – I don’t know her name – was looking around the room, as if there was a way to escape! Huh! Everybody knows you can’t escape from here.

Oh yeah, but she didn’t know that. Too bad. It’s not like I was going to tell her. She even asked me what my name was! The nerve! Hmph.

Eventually I got bored and grabbed my favorite book. Reading always calmed me down. I got lost in the pages, until the click of the door opening jerked me out of the book. I walked out of the door, and that girl took the opposite hallway.

Turning around, I smirked as she got zapped by either ice, water, or lightning.

“I am not obligated to speak with you, lowly being, but I must say you are heading in the wrong direction. The meal hall is this way. Whenever you feel a – wait, what element are you?”

“I am not obligated to answer questions from such a high and proper being as you,” she said, copying my tone. Unbelievable! “But I am an air elementalist.”

How dare she! I try to help and she mimics me!

“Ungrateful wench. Lowly being, I am only trying to help. When you feel a slight shock, you will know that you are going in the wrong direction.”

“Ok. But how am I supposed to get out of this place?”

“Just because I helped you this once doesn’t mean we’re friends, you idiot!” I snapped at her. Gosh, she thought she could ask anything and I would answer. Can’t believe I have to share a room with her.

“Ok, geez.”

“Hmph…”

I turned and walked toward the totally awesome meal hall where I eat, but that girl turned and followed me, so I asked, “Why are you following me, lowly being?”

She replied, “Well, I don’t know where the meal hall is, so I thought I’d follow you to see where it is.”

“I get to dine with the other high members of the school. You,” I said with disgust, “get to dine with other lowly beings just as stupid as you.”

“Well, can you take me there?” she asked.

“ME?!?!?!? Take you THERE?!?!?!?!? If I get caught heading there, the teachers will think I WANT to sit in there, and then I will have to sit in there. For a WEEK!!! Do you know HOW SHAMEFUL that is?!?!?!?!?!?” I screamed.

“Well, no, I don’t know how shameful that is, but I do need you to take me there.” she admitted.

“Why you little-”

“Girls! What are you doing?!” said a familiar voice from down the hall.

I said, “Mademoiselle Foodle, I was just taking this lo- I-I mean new girl to the meal hall.”

“Oh really? Then explain WHY I heard YELLING from down the hall?”

“Ummm…”

“I see…no reason to explain why?”

“No, it’s just that, well, I saw Kalani and Melina having, err, an argument. And, umm, they were yelling at each other.”

I hoped she would believe it. Unfortunately I wasn’t thinking practically.

“Mmhm. Right…” she said in a tone dripping with sarcasm. “And where did they go? This hallway has no turns or side passages for quite a while. I expect you want me to believe they flew through the ceiling?”

“Oh, well, umm…”

“Lying, were you?”

“Err…no.”

“Yes you were. From the first day you came here I expected you to be able to remember that silence is needed in these halls. Clearly, I was wrong. Your punishment will be…sitting at the newbies’ table. FOR A WEEK!”

“The newbies table?! But-but it’s so-so-so-” I stammered.

“So what? Full of newbies? At least you’ll be with your new friend.”

“FRIEND?!?!?!?!?! Friends with this-this- lowly being?!?!?! The idea itself horrifies me!”

“That is your punishment. Or would you like it changed to a month instead?”

Dropping my gaze, I settled for clenching my fists and glared at the girl who got me into this mess in the first place.

“Stupid lowly being,” I muttered under my breath as I stalked off toward the newbies’ meal hall.

When Mademoiselle Foodle said, “And YOU!” I slowed my pace because I wanted to listen.

.“As for you, because you are new, I will let you off the hook. Just this once. After all, I have a thousand students who I must attend to, and they all MUST be punished!” she finished, fully aware that I was listening.

I ground my teeth in frustration. The walk to the meal hall gave me plenty of time to think, and I came up with an idea, to lure the girl into a fight that she had no hopes of winning. Cyndra was going to do a great job of it, I was sure.

Emberana

It may have been a coincidence that Cyndra was punished and sent to the meal hall, even if it was just for a day.

Walking over to her table, I said “Hey Cyndra. I have to tell you something.”

She made a “hold on” gesture with her fingers, then pointed at her mouth.

I tapped my foot impatiently. Finally, she swallowed.

“Ok Emberana, what?”

“There’s going to be-”

“Whoa, hold on. I feel a long conversation coming. Go get some food, then we’ll talk.”

I sighed, then got myself a tray and loaded it with food. When I got back, I told Cyndra my plan.

“So okay, you want me to stand up and say ‘hey newbie’ when she comes in?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok then. Simple enough. What do I do then?”

“Make it up as you go. You’re good at that.”

“That’s it? And I have to somehow work a duel into there?”

“Yes. That’s all.”

Just then, that girl walked in, and the meal hall fell silent. I signaled at Cyndra, and she stands up.

“Hey, newbie.” she said.

Perfect.

Everyone laughed, and the girl flushed with embarrassment. Then – I can’t believe her – she just shrugged.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

I knew Cyndra wouldn’t handle it well. Her face became a mask of rage as she asked, “Are you challenging me to a fight?”

She shrugged again.

“Would that be a yes? I am extremely powerful you know. Actually, the best fire elementalist out of everybody here in this cafeteria, and everybody in the advanced class.”

I knew that wasn’t true, I am equal to her, but she had to say that or else she’d look weak.

“I don’t know. Do you want to fight?” that other girl asked.

“Hmmm…if you’re not afraid to.”

I looked around and saw Coronalia shaking her head at that new girl. What was she doing? Trying to warn her? About what? No way could she have found out about our plan…but…she’s trying to be that other girl’s friend.

Hmph. Let the newbies be together for all I care. Wait a second…a new idea was forming in my brain. While I was busy watching Coronalia, the argument had kept going, so I missed some of it.

The girl said, “I am not a coward!” Yes! I cheered silently. Cyndra was good at finding peoples’ weaknesses.

“Then prove it by showing you’re not afraid to fight me!” Cyndra countered.

A shadow of worry crossed the girl’s face.

“Losing your nerve?” Cyndra asked teasingly.

“I will fight you.” The girl said.

“Okay. When?”

“How about…tomorrow at midnight. The Rosetta Room.”

“Sure. If you can even find your way there!” Cyndra said, and everybody laughed.

Suddenly, the girl asked, “Hey, aren’t you a newbie too?”

“Uh…well, actually, umm…”

“Well, are you? Oh wait, don’t tell me. If you’re not a newbie, you must have been punished and sent here to eat for…how long? A week? A month?”

“No. Just today. But too bad for you, you have to sit here for quite a while!”

That girl unbelievably laughed! She said, “Really, being a newbie is better than being punished and having to sit here for even a day.”

“You-you-you little-” Cyndra absolutely hated being made fun of. “You little- you little- you little- you-you aren’t even fit to eat out of trash cans!”

“Really? Then what am I eating right here?” she said, and pointed to her food. Since when did she get that?

“Hmph! You don’t deserve the meal in front of you.”

Great. Time to put my plan into action. I walked up to Cyndra, not missing the look of rage in that girl’s eyes, and whispered my ideas into her ear. She looked surprised at first, but then a wicked smile spread across her face.

Skyra

“I change the rules. It’s two on two. Emberana and I will be a pair. I bet nobody will pair up with you!”

I looked around nervously. Finding the nice girl, I sent her a silent message: Will you do it?

For a few seconds, she looked hesitant. Then she slowly stood up and said, “I will be on a team with…”

Again, she got my silent message.

“I will be on a team with Skyra.”

Everyone snickered.

“You?” screeched Emberana.

“Yeah.” She calmly replied.

“Fine. Be on the losing team.” Emberana said.

The girl who volunteered to be on my side walks over to me and introduced herself.

“Hi. I’m Coronalia. They’re both fire type elements, so since I’m a water elementalist, we should have a slight advantage.”

“Nice to meet you. Thanks for sticking up for me back there. You know I’m Skyra, and from my name, you can probably tell that I am an air element person.”

“I guessed from the second I saw you. You don’t look solid enough for an earth person, but you aren’t much like me, so you couldn’t be water. Oh yeah, you didn’t look proud and all ‘high and mighty’ like most fire people, but you looked pretty nice, tall, and, well, you have the grace of an air elementalist.”

“Oh. So you tell people apart like that?”

“Pretty much.”

“I have to tell you something.” I said hesitantly.

“What?” Coronalia asked.

“Well, I…don’t know how to use my power.”

“Oh well, I can give you a crash course. Here, are you done?” she asked, taking my tray.

“Yeah, I’m full.”

“Ok then. Wait right here.” She took the tray and dumped it. Then she put it on a revolving tray rack, which slowly turns and takes the trays to whoever cleans them, I guess.

When Coronalia came back, she took me to an empty classroom. We practiced.

“So first, close your eyes and relax.”

I did that, and felt energy flowing through my body.

“Now, breathe in deeply.”

Ahhhhhhh…so relaxing.

“Ok, now reach into your soul and imagine yourself as light as air, as graceful as the wind, and, well…just like whatever else air is like.”

Hmm…strange tingling sensation. It started from my toes and spread up my body, slowly, until my head filled with energy.

“You did it!” Coronalia said excitedly.

“Wha???” I said, opening my eyes and looking at myself. “Whoa, is this still me?”

I was wearing a sparkling silver jacket on top of a gray shirt and pants that feel as light as air. If somebody told me to put this on, I would say, “no,” because I’d think it’d look horrible! Surprisingly, it actually looked good on me. I mean, I’m not trying to brag, but still.

“Ok, now attack me.” Coronalia instructed. She was wearing blue pants and a blue shirt, but they shimmered like water every time she moved.

“What?” I said.

“You heard me. Attack!”

“But what if I hurt you?”

“Not likely.” she said.

“Fine.” I delved into my soul and found a barrier. Driving my mind against it, it broke and I was allowed access to a store of magic. Summoning an air ball, I threw it against Coronalia. She lifted her hand, used water power, and deflected it. It is sent right back at me, and somehow, I absorbed it.

“Not bad, for a start. But it will have to be more powerful if you want to beat those two.”

I dived in deeper and found a stronger blast to throw at her. This time, she deflected it again, but it’s harder because it’s stronger. Again, I absorbed it.

“Ok, that’s enough practice for now.” Coronalia said.

She was panting, and I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” She replied. “If you make it even stronger, they won’t have a chance!”

“It’s midnight.” I said to Emberana.

“I know!” she snapped at me.

We walked to the Rosetta Room. When I went inside, I see a huge room with walls that were bare. There was nothing in this room. Suddenly, a swishing noise came and the other girl walked out with Coronalia.

“Ok, we’re all here,” she said.

“Yeah. You two,” said Emberana, pointing at us, “Stand over there. Cyndra and I will stand over here.”

We walked over as they walked to their places.

Cyndra shouted, “Ready, set, START!”

The duel had begun.

Chapter Two

Coronalia

I turned into my water form and created a thin stream, which I shot at Cyndra. She tried to counter with fire, so I increased the power of my water, and it overpowered the fire and hit her. I made it freezing cold, and when it hit her, she was drenched. It also must have burned, because she was a fire elementalist, so she screamed.

Sending a fire blast at me, she quickly created a fireball and made it hover around her body. I used a water shield to deflect the hits, and looked over my shoulder to see how Skyra was doing.

Suddenly, I heard a whooshing noise, and looked back just in time to see a huge fireball, bigger than my shield, coming toward me. Quickly I sent a thin stream of water down the middle and the entire fireball came apart. Creating a water flow, I launch it at Cyndra, and it hit her. She screamed again, and the force of the water becomes even more powerful until she manages to block it with some lightning. Uh oh. I had a weakness against lightning. Unfortunately, Cyndra knew it.

She shot a blast of lightning at me, and I tried to dodge, but it grazed my side, and I gasped with pain. Clutching the wound with one hand and attacking with the other, I manage to hit her a few times, but it’s not very effective, as she is in her lightning form. I haven’t learned to control plants yet so I couldn’t exactly tangle her up with some vines, though that would be nice.

She fired more lightning, and I stumbled backward – right into Emberana. She looked surprised, but recovered faster and pinned my arms to my sides.

“No one’s gonna save you now, filth.” she taunted. “Your little friend over there is unconscious. Looks like she bit off more than she could chew.” And they both laugh.

“Cyndra, go ahead and fry her. I couldn’t care less who gets to zap this insolent brat.”

I saw Cyndra preparing a lightning blast and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain that never came. After a few seconds, I hear a whoosh and accidentally whimpered. Then a boom noise came and I was released. Opening my eyes, all I saw was dust everywhere, and then, Skyra, shaky but still steady.

“I’m not defeated. Yet.” she said. Sudden movement caught my eyes and I turned to see Emberana and Cyndra climbing out of the rubble, groaning. They stopped when they saw Skyra and me, and immediately clambered to their feet.

“How- what- I totally blasted you with fire!” stuttered Emberana.

“Actually, I made an air shield around myself, so your fire just went right around me.”

“Hmph! That’s not going to happen again.” Right when she was done talking, she blasted fire at both of us. Skyra quickly made her shield, and I just used some water and destroyed the blast. Cyndra didn’t hesitate before shooting lightning at me. I jumped, and it blasted a smoking crater underneath my feet. Suddenly, I felt a searing punch on my temple, and the world started to blur. I thought I saw Cyndra preparing some lightning, but I made a water shield. However, I wasn’t thinking clearly, and the lightning hit the water, making electricity sizzle through it. I knew I had no chance of letting go of my water without touching me, so I carefully redirected it and shot it as fast as a bullet toward Cyndra. She couldn’t dodge, and she screamed as the electricity zapped her.

I winced. That looked and sounded painful. Suddenly, even before she stopped screaming, she shot lightning at me. I was totally unprepared, and the pain was probably five times worse because of the extra water in my body; electricity jumped up and down my body as fast as it travels through water. I screamed, and my stomach felt as if it were being burned alive.

The last thing I remember before passing out is Skyra screaming, “No!”

The first thing I registered when I woke up was that I was alive.

The second was that I had a burning pain in my stomach.

The third was Skyra was hissing my name. I turned to face her; a hiss of pain escaped my lips as my stomach objected to the rough treatment it was getting.

“I have a few questions.” she said when I got myself into a more comfortable position.

“Okay. Ask.” I said.

“Well, will we have…scars, assuming the wounds heal at all?”

I laughed, and immediately regretted it. My face twisted in pain as my stomach sent another wave up my body. When the pain left, I answered Skyra’s question. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll be fully healed in a few hours. Don’t worry,” I said hastily when Skyra opened her mouth again. “There won’t be any scars.”

“I wasn’t going to ask that.” she said quietly. “I was going to ask about how much trouble we are going to be in when-” here she gulped audibly. “Mademoiselle Foodle finds out.”

I just stared at her until she said, “What?”

“Nothing. I guess you haven’t really seen Mademoiselle Foodle yet.”

“What do you mean? I didn’t think that Mademoiselle Foodle was actually nice.”

“Huh? You already met her?”

“Yeah, on my way to the dining hall with Emberana. She got in trouble for yelling.”

“Ohh…that explains it. Mademoiselle Foodle is actually really nice to the kids who aren’t all ‘I’m a god, now bow down and worship me.’ You know?”

“Yeah. My first impression of her was sorta…well…she just didn’t seem like the nicest person.”

Just then, Mademoiselle Foodle walked in.

“Hello girls. I knew you’d be in here.”

“Someone tell you?” I asked.

“Yes. Someone you should not have messed with in the first place.” and she gestured toward a different part of the infirmary. I assumed she meant either Emberana or Cyndra.

“Sorry,” I said. “But they started the whole thing.”

“Yes, I know that. On a brighter note, welcome to your new school Skyra! I’m sorry your first day went like that, but well, not all first days are the best.”

For some reason, Skyra looked mad. “And just how long am I going to be staying here?”

“Oh, umm…about three or fours years probably.”

“WHAT?! You expect me to stay here away from my mom, my dad, my little brother and my little sister for FOUR frickin’ YEARS?!?!?!”

“Yes. Now we need to debate the issue of your class.”

I spoke up. “I think she should be in the Medium class.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah. After all, she did manage to make a shield, and she reached her magic first try. All I taught her to do was get to the magic, and throw a hit. She also has really good aim, like Cyndra was about to fry me with lightning, and she just deflected it!”

“Hmm…I think we’ll consider it. Skyra, I’ll be back in a few hours to see how well you can fight with a sword. Until then, consider yourself as a student in the Medium class.”

Skyra

I just gaped, my mouth hanging open.

Coronalia said, “Well, we’re in the same class!”

I asked, “You’re in the Medium class?”

“Yes. Do you want to know who teaches the classes?”

“Sure.”

“Ok then. Mademoiselle Foodle is Headmistress, and she teaches the Challenge level elemental and sword classes. But the thing is, almost nobody are in those classes. Only the most talented and skilled go there. Actually, right now I can name the three people in the class. They are Desato, Karamu, and Illiria. Anyway, Emberana and Cyndra might actually make it to the Challenge class. They are in the Advanced group right now, but they’re really good. Well, the teacher of the Advanced group is Miss Catta. She’s fairly nice, but she loses her temper easily, and she has about this much patience,” Coronalia said, holding up two fingers a centimeter apart. “So I don’t want to think about being in her class. And for us, our teacher is Mr.…umm…well, he has a really long last name, and it’s something like this. Mr. Kaletinoytagooglogashlabonbonifferansim, blah, blah, blah, I forgot the rest, but well…he told us to just call him Bob, or Mr. K. Ok, so the early or Beginner class is taught by Ms. Melani. She is really nice, so I guess that’s why they chose her to put up with the kids who have no idea how to do things. Oh wait. The teachers all have assistant teachers, to help them teach the other kids they don’t get to, because the classes are fairly large groups, and one teacher can’t get them all. The assistant teachers take groups of kids to different classrooms. Well, those are all the teachers, and don’t forget that. You should rest now, so you can do sword stuff later.”

I was tired, and as she said that last sentence, I yawned and closed my eyes, drifting into sleep.

A few hours later, I woke up and found Mademoiselle Foodle standing over my bed.

“What do you want now?” I grumbled.

She let out an impatient sigh. “Skyra, I want to see how good your sword skills are.”

“Wha? Oh yeah.” I said.

Jumping out of bed, I hesitantly took a few steps, and when there wasn’t any pain, I said, “I can try the sword stuff now.”

“Ok then. Follow me.”

Mademoiselle Foodle led me to a room with weapons on the walls. I saw axes, swords, javelins, spears, knives, throwing knives, tridents, some bows with full sheaths of arrows, and so on.

“Where did you get all these weapons?” I asked.

“It’s been collected over the years. Now, we need to find you a suitable sword.” And with that, she took me through a door, where racks and racks were filled with nothing but weapons.

“Here you go,” said Mademoiselle Foodle. “You find something you like, and when you’re ready, call me.”

I walked around the racks, looking at weapons, occasionally picking up a spear, or maybe a javelin, but the balance wasn’t quite right. Finally I got to the sword rack, and there were about as many different swords here as there were all the other weapons combined!

I looked around, and was drawn to a pair of swords. Picking them up, they felt like extensions of my arms, and I carefully slid them out of the sheaths. One blade was different shades of sky blue, though occasionally gray. Looking at it, I was reminded of the sky. The other sword was as clear as glass, and when I looked through it, it was like seeing things through my own eyes. On both of the cruxes was a clear blue gem.

“Ok, so you choose this pair, eh?” A voice from behind me said.

I jumped and dropped the swords. Picking them up, I turned around. Standing behind me was an elderly old man, with battle scars all over his arms.

“W-what do you want?” I asked.

“Ok, nothing,” he replied. “Ok, Mademoiselle Foodle told me to see what kind of sword you got. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Oh, well…”

“Ok now, do you need somebody to practice sword fighting with?” he asked.

“Yes.” I replied.

“Ok then. Karamu, come here!” The guy who came into our room before came here, and I stared at him. He winked.

“Ok,” This old guy was starting to annoy me. “So ok then, you have to fight this girl and tell Mademoiselle Foodle how she did. Got it?”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said in a carefree tone. “Bet I’ll beat her.”

“Ok, Karamu, that’s not fair. You are in the Challenge class. She is a beginner. Ok?”

“I get it.” he repeated.

“Ok then, come here.” The old guy beckoned to us, and led us into a place for practice apparently. The room had dummies and experimental weapons, like target dummies for the archery, spear-throwing, and javelin-throwing people, dummies to beat up with swords, and a lot of other dummies for other things. Anyway, I went to a square on one side of the room, and Karamu went to a square on the opposite side.

“Ok, you can start now.” the old guy said, then backed out of the room.

Immediately, Karamu charged toward me and sliced downward with his sword. I clumsily blocked it, but it pushed me off balance and I fell. His sword came around and stopped an inch from my neck.

“Too easy,” he said, and offered me a hand to help me up. I didn’t take it and got up myself.

Just wait. I’ll show him.

Again, we got into position, and he charged again. I blocked it better this time, and tried to swing at his neck. He dodged it easily, and sliced his sword at my legs. The blade grazed my legs, and blood seeped out of the cut. Minor pain lanced through my body, but I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore it.

This time, I swung at his legs, and when he is busy blocking it, I tried to slice at his neck. His sword flashed up impossibly quick, but I cut his left leg. Then I swung crazily, blocking all of his attacks and slicing at him. Sometime during the battle, he got a second sword, and we were evenly matched.

Eventually though, I got tired, and he slowly forced me down until my swords laid on the ground, and his were pointing at my neck.

Karamu

That girl, Skyra, was actually really good. It unnerved me. Before she came, no one could match my sword skills. Absolutely no one. And then a strange girl – beginner, in fact – just comes and matches my skills for a minute? Are you kidding? I mean, I did beat her, but still.

My sword was pointing at her throat as I said, “Not bad. But you’ll have to work harder if you want to beat me!”

She blushed and said, “Hmph! At least I was evenly matched with you for a while.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t very long.”

“Still…” she said.

Just then, Mademoiselle Foodle came in. “Ahh, there you are Skyra. I’ve been looking all over this place for you. Karamu, what are you doing in here?”

I lifted my sword away from her throat and offered her a hand. Again, she refused to take it.

“Karamu, I asked you what you were doing in here.”

“Wha- oh yeah. Swordsmaster told me to practice with her.”

“He told you to practice with Skyra?! She’s just started here!”

“I know that. She is really good for someone who’s just started.”

“What do you mean? How good did she do?”

“Well, she was evenly matched with me for a minute or so. Then I won.”

“WHAT?! That’s not possible!!”

“It’s true.” I said, and shrugged.

“Show me.”

“Ok.”

We got into position again and faced each other. I charged at her, and she just barely raised her sword to block it. I remember every detail with ice-cold clarity. She swung at my legs and I jumped. In the air, I turned and whipped the sword around, feinting to the right. She swung at it and I twisted it around, cutting her left arm. Thirty seconds later, we both had more cuts and Skyra was on the ground again, my sword at her neck.

Mademoiselle Foodle’s mouth just hung wide open. I could have counted all the silver teeth she had, but decided against it. After all, you don’t want to look in your Headmistress’s mouth. Especially if she’s not exactly in her early years of youth.

Eventually she regained her voice, but it was all stutter-y and the way you talk after you’ve received a huge shock. (Not the electric kind.)

“Skyra, what- how did you- I can’t- am I- Is this- did that just- that’s not possible- what did you- how- what- my grandfather’s socks- I- how- how did you do that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was jus luck?”

“You know, no one’s lucky enough to beat me twice.” I said.

“Really? Is anyone lucky enough to beat you once?” Skyra asked.

“No. In fact, no one is ever evenly matched with me for more than ten seconds.”

“Wow. I’m a first I guess.”

“Yup.”

“Well Karamu, I want your honest answer. Which class should she be in?”

“I would say…the Medium. She needs to know all the basics, but her skill is worthy of being in the Challenge class. Did you have Illiria test her magic?”

Skyra laughed. “I got into a fight with Emberana and Cyndra.”

“Two on one? That’s not fair.”

“No, it was two on two.”

“Who fought with you?”

“Coronalia.”

“Oh. She’s pretty.”

Skyra raised an eyebrow at what she must have thought was a complete sentence. I blushed and finished lamely, “Good.”

“Okay,” she said slowly, almost teasingly. “I get that.”

“Hey,” I said. “I can still beat you up.”

Her eyes widened in mock fear. “Oh please don’t! I don’t want to be beaten up! Please, have mercy!”

“Since when were you an actress?”

“Since when did you go around beating up people who tease you?”

Mademoiselle Foodle cleared her throat. “Ahem. If you’re done with your lively little conversation, may we continue?”

I blushed, and Skyra did too. We’d forgotten that Mademoiselle Foodle was still standing there.

“So, I think we have decided.” said Mademoiselle Foodle.

“I’m in the Medium class then?”

“Yes, you are. Congratulations. I remember only six other people who were talented enough to jump from starting here to the Medium class. Aquella was a water elementalist, and she was just like your friend Coronalia. Illiria- well, Illiria is really special. She can control every element there is, water, fire, earth, air, lightning, ice, plant, and metal, and as soon as she was taught how to control one element, she could control all of them. And she never learned the advanced elements. She just knew them. Coronalia and Karamu also jumped over the beginner class. The last one is Acriona, and she was an air elementalist, like you. I believe you and Karamu have met somewhere before, as you don’t look surprised to see each other here. Why don’t you take some time to introduce yourselves? I’m going to check on some other students. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

And with that, Mademoiselle Foodle left the practice place.

I turned to Skyra. “Well, I’m Karamu, but you already knew that. I can control earth. Watch.” I stopped talking for a few seconds and lifted some of the dirt to from a circle.

“You are an air elementalist.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

An awkward silence spread between the two of us. I decided to break the ice.

“Why don’t you try some of these stations here?”

She looked at me. “Ok.”

“Try throwing a spear.”

She picked it up and threw it. It missed the dummy by and inch and impaled itself in the wall. I showed her the correct way to hold it, and this time she killed the dummy’s ear.

“Not bad. Just try to be a bit more accurate.”

She turned and glared at me. “Let’s try something else.”

Oops. I should have realized holding a spear wasn’t that easy. I took several months before I actually hit the dummy.

We went to the archery place and she picked up a bow and shot an arrow. It hit the dummy’s stomach. Wow. She has brilliant aim.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” she asked me.

“That was great. Try to hit the head or the heart.”

Funny. This time the arrow went much faster than her last shot. Oh yeah, it’s probably because she is an air person, she can make the arrows and stuff go a lot faster.

Mademoiselle Foodle came in and said, “Skyra, maybe you should consider choosing a bow as your weapon of choice. Everyone gets to choose another weapon, but they all have to have a dagger or sword.”

Skyra looked surprised. “I thought you only got one weapon.”

“No, you get two.” For the first time, I noticed the design on the blades that Skyra chose.

“Wait a minute…” I said slowly. They both turned toward me.

“What?” Skyra asked.

“You chose…Acriona’s blades.”

“So?”

“Well…the last person who had them just disappeared one day, leaving no trace behind. All the owners of those blades disappear mysteriously.”

Chapter Three

Skyra

After we were done with our conversation about the blades, I went to the archery weapon section. This time, no particular bow drew my attention, so I wandered around and browsed. There was a small brown bow that I liked, but it was way too small. Another grass green bow caught my eye, but it felt too different.

Finally, I found a silver bow and a sheath of arrows. When I held them up, they glistened in the moonlight. I slung the sheath of arrows over my shoulder and went back to the practice area. To my horror, Emberana and another girl were practicing. The other girl was really pretty, with her multi-colored hair and light makeup. Her hair was ocean aqua, grass green, metal gray, earth brown, sky blue, electric yellow, fiery red, and ice white-blue. As soon as I walked in, Emberana gave me a look of pure hatred, so intense that I almost backed out of the room. Luckily, they were at the sword-fighting place, which left the archery station free.

Running over to it, I nocked a regular arrow, pulled back the bowstring, and released it. Suddenly I heard a whoosh, and saw a fireball coming to intercept the arrow. I used my air power and made the arrow go faster, avoiding the fireball, which soared past and exploded on a dummy.

I turned and glared at Emberana. The girl next to her looked surprised.

She asked, “Emberana, why’d you do that?”

Emberana replied, “Just trying to see if I have good aim.”

I knew that wasn’t true.

“You were not trying to see if you had good aim. You were trying to destroy my arrow and maybe injure me. I saw how that fireball exploded on impact,” I added, as she opened her mouth to object. “It would have definitely hit me, and you would have been happy. Besides, I’m sure there’s somewhere else for you to practice your magic.”

The other girl frowned. “What she’s saying makes sense, Emberana. If that fireball had hit her arrow, she would have been hurt. And there is a place for you to practice your magic skills, but it’s not here.”

Emberana shot another look of hatred at me. This time, I stared her down, until she blinked and looked away. “I don’t have to bother with such lowly being like you. Let’s go, Illiria.”

The girl who stood up for me was Illiria! I heard she was really good at all of her skills. And she had eight of them.

“No thanks. You can go on without me.”

Emberana’s eyes narrowed, but she stalked off without a word.

“So. My name is Illiria, and you must be that new student Karamu was talking about.”

“Um…yes, I am. My name is Skyra.” Suddenly, because I couldn’t stand it anymore, I asked, “How are you friends with Emberana?”

She laughed. “Do you…not like her or something?”

“Do I not like her? She nearly turned me into deep-fried Skyra!”

“What? How and why?”

“Well…” and I told Illiria everything. My kidnap, waking up, the teasing, the duel, Coronalia, Mademoiselle Foodle, and practicing here. Not necessarily in that order.

When I was done, she tilted her head and thought about it. “Wow…that’s a lot for a first day.”

“I thought so too.”

“Hmm…well, I’m Emberana friend because…umm…actually, I never really thought about it. But, when she teases people, I always make sure Mademoiselle Foodle knows. She can’t stand stuck-up brats. Well, sometimes I’m actually Emberana’s friend; sometimes I’m just a spy to see what the stuck-up people are like.”

“Oh. I never really thought it could be like that.”

“Interesting, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

After a while, I went back to the archery station and shot as many regular arrows as I could, until the bowstring felt more comfortable, not as tight. By then, I could nail the dummy in the heart every time. The circle representing the heart was completely filled with arrows. I went over and got them all, putting them back in the sheath.

Then I left, calling out, “Bye Illiria!”

“Bye Skyra!”

The next day, I got out of bed and found Emberana glaring at me from her bed. She moved stiffly, as if she had a broken rib that just healed. I ignored her and looked for some clothes to change into. Strangely, a pair of my other clothes was waiting for me by the bed, as well as a belt, and I went into the bathroom to change into them.

When I got out, Emberana already left, but I found a note that said

‘This isn’t over, stupid.’

Well, what would you have expected from Miss Perfect?

Anyway, I went down to eat breakfast, and then found Coronalia. She took me to the Medium class and I sit down. Weird, they still had desks.

The teacher, Bob, or Mr.K, went to the front of the classroom and started teaching.

He began by introducing me.

“Now class, have any of you noticed that we have a new student?”

Great. All the heads in the classroom swiveled around to look at me. I watched the ground, embarrassed.

“Her name is Skyra, and I expect you all to treat her like you would anybody else.”

One of the kids said, “Bob, I never saw her in the Beginners’ group. Is she allowed to just skip like that?”

“Mademoiselle Foodle has assessed her and deemed her worthy of being in our class. Her magic and sword skills are great.”

Murmurs swept through the room.

Someone said, “Well, it’s not that surprising. I mean, Coronalia skipped, and Karamu and Illiria did too.”

Another kid stood up and asked, “Does she know anything about the elements and stuff?”

“She turned up just in time. We are reviewing today.”

All the kids groaned. I heard one whisper, “Maybe he said that just so she will know all this junk!”

“Class. Attention.” said Mr.K. “What is the first rule of being elemental?”

Hands shot up.

“Yes, Brianni.”

“You cannot attack innocent people.”

“That’s right. It is against the elemental law to attack innocents. Can anyone tell me the next law?”

And so class went on. At lunch, Bob calls me over to his desk and hands me a little book.

“This contains everything you’ll need to know. It can also help you in the most difficult situations. Guard it well. If you lose it, the world will be in danger.”

I looked up and found that his eyes were purple. As I watched, they turned normal again.

“Go have a good lunch!” he said.

I quickly turned and ran out the door. Finding Coronalia, I told her about what just happened.

“Funny.” she said. “Let’s think about it later. Right now, I’m starving!”

“Me too!” I said, and we walked to the meal hall.

Skyra

After lunch was a brief 15 minute recess. Some kids practiced their skills, some talked with their friends, some played on the jungle gym, and others just played kickball.

Class started again, and Bob put us in pairs.

“Let’s see now…Brianni, come over here and be partners with Skyra.” The tall, skinny girl who answered the question in class walked over.

“Today, we will practice sword skills. Everybody, get your swords!” I walked over to Bob.

“Mr.K, I don’t have my-”

“They’re on the rack.” he said and pointed. Sure enough, my swords were gleaming on the rack.

“Oh. Thanks!” I raced over and grabbed them.

After everybody had sword(s), Bob said, “Those of you who have two swords, choose one and set the other down!”

I looked at my swords and decided to keep the clear one. I held it in my right hand and got into position.

“Not yet!” Brianni hissed to me.

“Oh.” I said, sliding the sword back into the sheath. Noticing that there was a space on my belt for a sword, I put the sheath in there. On the other side, there was another place for a sword, but since we’re only using one, that space stayed empty.

Looking around, I saw that everybody had the same belt, and they all did what I did. Bob led us out of the classroom, but not before he chose a pair of students to stay.

We walked out of the classroom. This belt was really useful. If I hadn’t gotten it, the sword would have slowed me down. On the belt though, I walked normally, and the weight was like hardly anything.

Walking by various classrooms, Bob selected a pair of students at random and they went into the classroom to practice. Finally, we got chosen, and we walked inside the classroom.

Brianni and I walked to opposite sides of the room and stood there. Suddenly a cuckoo clock went off and I jumped. In that moment of distraction, Brianni charged. Turning, I quickly blocked it, and counterattacked with a slice. She blocked that, and I dodged a swing at my legs. Brianni went into a series of rapid attacks, and I blocked and dodged some, while counterattacking. This went on for about ten minutes, until we were both tired and out of breath.

Brianni wheezed, “I can see – pant, pant – why – pant – Mademoiselle Foodle – pant – put you in – pant – the Medium class.”

“Thanks.” I said. “Let’s take a breather for a few minutes.”

We sat down until the cuckoo clock read 3:20pm.

“Ok, let’s start again.” Brianni said.

We got into position again, and this time, I charged and swung. Slicing and dodging, we didn’t give each other any cuts, but lots of bruises from whacking each other with the flat of the sword. Suddenly, my attack speeds doubled, and I sliced furiously until my sword pointed at Brianni’s neck.

She went cross-eyed staring at it, and I quickly removed it.

“How did you do that?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” I replied.

Just then, Bob came and said, “It’s time to go back to the classroom. Come on.”

I glanced at the clock to check the time and saw a message written on it.

‘We will come for you, Skyra.’

Turning, I quickly caught up to Bob and the rest of the group, my heart racing. No one could have snuck in and written that message. So who left it? Just then, I noticed the group staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

They snickered. “Bob asked if you like your first day here.”

“Oh! Umm…yeah! Yeah, it was really fun!”

“Glad to hear that.” said Bob.

My mind wandered back to the message. It was written in a yellow that, if put it on the color wheel, would be the exact opposite of the shade of purple that Bob’s eyes turned when he gave me the book. I wonder…could they somehow be connected? I’ll have to talk to Coronalia about it when I get a chance.

When we got back to the classroom, most of the kids were already there. I went to my desk and sat down, and Bob asked, “How do you think your partner did?”

Hands shot up into the air and Bob called on one of them.

“Alexia did really good, like she blocked all my swings and…”

“Melli was great!”

“If Ondo was an enemy, I’d be dead by now…”

Then one voice rose above the others.

“Skyra beat me!” Everyone turned to look at Brianni. She said defensively, “Well, it’s true!”

Now all eyes looked at me and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

Someone piped up, “How, Brianni? How? You can beat everybody in a swordfight, you nearly even beat Soltaro.”

“I don’t know. One second she was doing average, and the next she doubled her speed and had her sword pointed at my neck!”

“WHOA.” said a random person.

“Totally.” said another.

“Yeah, no one’s ever beaten Brianni before.”

“When Bob paired them up, I thought Skyra was going to lose, big time!”

“Class. Attention. Homework is more important now. I want you all to write a short essay on how your partner did, what they could have done better, and if they did something new that could be a good way to swordfight. Tomorrow we’ll use your powers in a magic fight. After lunch we will practice fighting with two swords.”

The class immediately began packing up. Just then, a bell rang somewhere far away. I was unprepared for the rush of chaos as everyone ran out the door to their rooms.

Walking over to Coronalia’s desk, I said, “Let’s go on a walk. I have to tell you something.”

Put the Brakes on Fatalities Day 2012 Poster Contest

Kansas kids ages 5 to 13 can focus on traffic safety and also win prizes – a win/win combination!

Deadline – Entries must be postmarked by September 14

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Listen to Clara’s Interview with NPR – For Mars Rover, Curiosity Is The Limit

http://www.npr.org/2012/08/03/158049390/for-mars-rover-curiosity-is-the-limit

 

Some writing prompts

Hi guys, I am writing writing prompts. So if you get bored with my other stories, You can comment to ask me to continue writing a prompt. P.s. Other authors may take my prompts and use them.

1. Felicity’s secret

John Nieder turned around to that horrible whining noise. The rest of the group had marched outside to arrest some Jews for not wearing the Star of  David. John wasn’t like the other Nazis. He had a heart. There were three things that made him a Nazi. 1. He was blond. He a head full of hair that was a blinding white-blond. 2. He had blue eyes. Hitler was a hypocrite, the fact that he required all Nazis to have blond hair and blue eyes. John had round, blue eyes. they were the shade of the sky, that could paralyze you if you looked straight into them. 3. He was a master of firearms. He could run and shoot a boar while running. He could shoot a running boar. He could shoot a running boar while running himself.

“Hello? Hello?” He peered around the exploded corner. Woof! Woof! Woo- “Quiet Ellis, he’ll just kill us.” A girl was soothing her hound to be quiet, though nit quite where. “Come out, girl. I won’t hurt you. Are you alright? I didn’t meant to hurt you. Hello?”

2. Ribbon

“NO!!! HEATHER! WAIT!” Gail reached her hand out, as if to grab her out of the liquid blackness. Heather was too far out, and so did the older sister sucked into the blackness. “the box…..” were the last words audible over the white noise that the raven black was making. Gail sprinted up to her room, and recklessly searched the area. Then she found the box. The box was silverly-blue, like the ocean, and lined with pearls. A single sparkling shell was planted otop the box.

Thy ocean, yon fish, gather to the land loving tendrils of Ivy. And the Pearl of the sea gone without hope, has the control, to the demon.

Gail recited these words quickly, and a burst of light sheen out.

3. Fall of Odina Coranazianifligerstin-Boltsuianahardeyerug the II

“I don’t get it. You have to have all energy

JCCC: Savvy Social Skills

Hi. I just thought that since Blue spinel posted something about about Jccc summer camp, I thought that I would too.

So. I had a summer Camp, called Savvy Social Skills. It was basically manners class, but in professional form, Ettiquette. Ettiquette is the French word for little signs. You see, King Harry, or Donald, or Bob had a humongous party and everyone in France came. But King Har-Don-Bob didn’t like his party because people kept walking over his precious garden, trampling his marble statues, and not to mention swimming in his 2000 year old stone fountains. Har-har. I was just joking about the 200 year old part. Anyways, King was like, “Oh no you dinnit,” so he asked his butler to put up little signs for people not to go swimming in his fountains, or crash his statues, or trample the roses.

So, where was I? Oh yeah. So there was a pretty wide for the people in this class. Brishay, my awesome friend, who seems to be the only girl, besides Alexa, who isn’t hypogenically allergic to  erasers. Just joking. There was Amara, who seemed pretty quiet for an African American. Not trying to br racist here. There was also Grace, who was an icebreaker that over-used eye-liner. Then the boys. Oh, woe, the boys. Lets just get over this quickly. Ethan: Really skinny but smart blonde that has no sense of humor whatsoever except saying that cows have squishy butts. Jack: NOT FUNNY. Edmund: Went to my Elementary School. new haircut. Dylan: The devil of the class. If we were cookies, the Teacher’d eat him first.

So. All day we would just discuss the correct behaviors, and on thursday, we would have a nice lunch in a meeting room. There we would learn how to set up plates and forks and glasses and spoons and eat nice style.

Warriors Super Edition: Earthen Clan: Complete Again 4

Dovewing curled her tail around her kits. Silverkit, Spottedkit and Bluekit nuzzled her belly, while Kinkkit grumbled his way out of the nursery, just as Tigerheart came in to fetch a squirrel for his mate. “You can go out of the nursery by yourself when you’re an  apprentice.”

“But that’s in like,”Kinkkit thought about it, twitching his kinked tail, “a whole, half, moon!”

“I bet that I’ll be a better apprentice than you.” Bluekit  flexed her claws, and dropped into a hunter’s crouch.

“No you won’t! I was the one whose tail was run over by a monster, and  lived.” Kinkkit motioned to his dark tabby tail that was broken. Then he launched into a    powerful spring towards all of the she-kits.

“Hey!” Spottedkit squealed. “I was in the middle of grooming mama’s ears!” So she pretended to slink back and launched a surprise attack, tumbling into a play-fight. She batted his ears while Kinkkit poked her ribs quickly. She prepared her special attack and – “Hey, I was winning!” Sandstorm had picked Spottedkit up by her scruff. Kinkkit made a dash to hide behind the fresh-kill pile, and nibbled on a chunk of torn mouse. He slowly padded toward a secret bramble exit, then made a dash for the clearing. He was so captivated by the beauty of the forest that he tumbled down into the Riverclan stream border.

“HELP!HELP!” he spluttered. Mothwing and Willowshine appeared at the border, picking tansy, and borage leaves.

“Oh! A Thunderclan kit! Willowshine, see if you can get the border patrol. I’ll help this scrap.”

She watched helplessly as the kit drifted into unconsciousness.

“I’m coming!”

Reedwhisker had plunged into the roaring waters and hauled the soggy kit out of the water. “Sorry little scrap.” he roughly pushed Kinkkit towards willowshine’s tabby figurine. “Maybe if we tell Mistystar, we can get something in exchange for this kit.”

“Now what would a warrior be doing, doing a shameful thing like that?”

Mistystar appeared, her kits tumbling around her, and Beetlenose padding up from the patrol group to nuzzle his mate and kits. “Yes, that’s right, it wouldn’t be  very warrior-like if we traded prey for a kit. Come, Willowshine, Let’s wake this kit and then return it back to it’s home.”

“Can we help? Can we? Can we?”

“No, Streamkit, you, leafkit, and fernkit are too small. How about a game or moss-ball?”

At sunhigh, Kinkkit was safely returned to the nursery. Bramblestar padded onto high rock and yowled, “Let all cats old enough to hunt gather here! Lilypaw, Seedpaw, do you, as apprentices take your duties seriously, and listen to Starclan as intently as Jayfeather?” “I do.” “I do.”

“Then Lilypaw, I now pronounce you as Lilystem. May Starclan watch over you.” Bramblestar set his chin on top of Lilystem’s head, and she licked his shoulder. “Lilystem! Lilystem!”

“Seedpaw, you are now, Seedwhisker.” The Ritual performed again and the new warriors’ new names whisked about the clan. They were all going to resume eating fresh-kill when Bramblestar padded over Dovewing and tigerheart. “Dovewing, May I see you?”

“Actually, Bramblestar, I can’t really move.”

“Then I will tell you here. Wait a moment. Seedwhisker! Could you distract these kits? How about moss-ball?” The kits bounced up excitedly and bounded towards Seedwhisker. “Dovewing, I had an omen from Starclan. Jayfeather went through my mind and told me what it meant. He said that a mysterious striped she-cat said an omen.”

“Are you sure that she wasn’t a tabby?” Tigerheart looked curious.

“Yes. I remember now. She was light brown with darker  stripes across her face. She said, ‘Bring back the sixth clan.’ Does she mean that I should go on a quest? Like Firestar?”

“I think so. I’ve had prophesied dreams, and each night they tell me something different. I wasn’t born yet, so i’m not the expert. You should wait for another omen.”

“Mama? Mama! Dad! Silverkit got hurt! we were playing moss-ball by the Sunning Rocks, then a possum came out of the cracks and bit her and scratched her and….. Will Silverkit die?” Spottedkit was whimpering now.

“Is she in Jayfeather’s den yet?” Tigerheart was crouched, as if he were ready to spring.

“No, Kinkkit fell asleep while we were trying to drag her and bluekit got mad at him, and they fighted. I mean foughted.”

Dovewing didn’t have time to reply before her mate bounded out to help Silverkit. She heard a squeal of pain as tigerheart hauled her by the scruff. As she was grunting to get up, Bramblestar reassured her. “I see to the kit.”

Daisy was woken from her sleep. “Oh! a Possum! Here Dovewing, I’ll help you get up to the medicine cat den.” Dovewing staggered heavily and leaned on Daisy’s shoulder as they slowly made it to the medicine cat den.

Voices could be heard. “I don’t know, Tigerheart. These injuries are pretty serious. I don’t if she’ll make it without being blind.”

“No! This can’t happen!” Tigerheart growled.

What? My kit is blind? Dovewing collapsed.

“DOVEWING!” Daisy yowled. “Help! Tigerheart! I think she’s collapsed!”

Birchfall darted over just in time to catch his daughter falling. “Urgh… Cloudtail, I need to carry her to Jayfeather’s den.”

Cloudtail dropped his vole and hauled dove wing by her scruff, while Birchfall nudged her rump into the medicine cat’s den. “No! Jayfeather! Its Dovewing!”

Briarlight said calmly, “I think she’s fine. I need to let her sleep. I hope she wakes.”

MOONHIGH

“Ugh…, mama? Mama? Mmamaa??” Silverkit was squealing all over the dark place. “Where am I?” she wailed.

“Hush, my dear. You’ll be alright.” A beautiful silver she-cat appeared and gave Silverkit a few comforting licks.

“Where am I?” Silverkit demanded, gathering up her courage to huff it out. She pulled away from the glittering she cat’s pelt.

“You are in Starclan now.” The little kit relaxed slightly. But continued to ramble on. “Where’s Dad? Where’s mama? Are they coming? Who are you?”

“They soon will be, dear. I am Silverstream. Now. Are you hungry? I’m sure the other Starclan warriors will welcome you…”

Silverstream soothed the nervous kit as they padded slowly towards the Starclan camp.

“Hello? Hello?” Dovewing was padding through a familiar forest, sparkling fir trees, and well-structured oak trees loomed over the lush undergrowth. 

“Are you looking for something, Dovewing?” A beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat appeared, weaving through tall heather. Spottedleaf! 

“Hi,” Dovewing mewed, “I need to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything. Oh! Is it about those visions Bramblestar has been having?” Dovewing was shocked. “How do you know?”

“Long story. There were once 6 clans. Sky, Thunder, Shadow, River, Wind, and Earth. One day Earth Clan came to a gathering, about to tell the others that they were moving camp, due to Twolegs. Then when the rest were told, they turned their tails on them. Even when it was full moon.”

“Really, do you think-“

“Mama!” Silverkit came bounding through the beautiful forest. Dovewing stuttered, “Little one, I- How, How did you get here?” Silverstream stood behind  Silverkit, her head bowed. Dovewing understood. 

“Oh, Little One, I can’t play with you or see you during the day, but mama will come as often as possible at night.”

“Mama, mama! I have a new friend here! Her name is Mosskit! I she’s really nice and……”

“Tigerheart. Wake up,” Dovewing prodded his side with a stick.

“Hrmm?” He rolled over, eyes still closed. “Our daughter, Silverkit, she’s in Starclan.”

“What?!” Dovewing nodded. “I saw her.”

“What do you mean? She was still breathing at moonhi-“

Lilystem came rocketing into the warriors’ den, gasping. “You, *gasp* have to go to the nursery. *Gasp* Icecloud’s kits, *gasp* are so cute and- Hey! Dovewing, you’re not in the nursery any more.”

“Oh, I needed to tell something important about Silverkit. She’s in Starclan.”

Lilystem ceased gasping. She stared at Dovewing with her unusually purple eyes. When she got hold of herself, she quietly stalked out of the den. “I’ll be sitting vigil tonight.” 

“So will I.”

“And I.”

“me as well.”

Toadstep, Foxleap, and Brackenfur were bowing their heads. “Well- I- You- I- I appreciate it.” she mewed at last.

“Dovewing! I need to ask you something. Important.”

“Well, okay.”

“It’s the vision. It came.”

“Again?” Tigerheart was practically yowling with frustration. 

It was different. Silverkit was leading me somewhere. She was greeting me, and skipping around like a fox in a fit. And she showed me two cats, then….”

Memory recalled…..

“Hi Bramblestar! It’s me, Silverkit! Thanks for visiting me.”

“Hi, I- Wait. Something is moving in that heather over there. I’ll-“

“Ha! That’s my friend, Mosskit. and this is her mama, Stripestar. Isn’t that cool? They have stripes instead of tabby patterns like me and dad. Hi Mosskit! Hi Stripestar! This is Bramblestar, the Thunderclan lead- Hey!”

Mosskit sprang up and landed in a tackle fight, pawing at Silverkit’s exposed belly. Then Stripestar, the beautiful tan striped cat bowed her head momentarily. “You cannot rescue the betrayed Clan. It can only be accomplished with the heart of a tiger, and the wings of a dove, under the full moon, when the morning dew has dried.”

Memory UNrecalled……

“……..and that was it.”

” Do you think that-“

Lilystem was by the leader’s den again, only more careful. “Um, Bramblestar? Squirrelflight and Briarlight are kitting in a moment. Would you like to come wait?”

Bramblestar immediately bounded towards the nursery. “My, my, so many kits.” he grumbled under his breath.

By the next sunhigh, the kits were born. “Oh my, Briarlight! Yours are so small! Have you named them yet? Jayfeather will be so proud.” Then she paused for a moment, thinking about the emotions when Jayfeather found out about the broken warrior code of Leafpool. “Your’s are beautiful too, Squirrelflight. Mine’s grasskit, robinkit, Goldenkit, and dewkit.” All of the she-kits were wailing and rolling in the nest. But Dewkit looked like a ready kit, five moons old. She curiously looked around with her mist-colored eyes, then groomed her striped fur.

Wow! She’s opened her eyes already. And she has stripes…. Dovewing thought as she entered the nursery to peek around. Dewkit confidently marched to the fresh-kill pile, selected a fat squirrel, and carried it towards the nursery, wobbling on her skinny legs. Briarlight was still drowsy from poppyseeds when jayfeather came in to lick his kits. He heard Dewkit rambling about the camp while her sisters suckled for mother’s milk. Turning his sightless gaze on Dovewing, he said, “she’s the one you’re looking for.”

“Who?”

“Dewkit. She’s going to save the sixth clan. The Earth Clan.”

“How- how did you….? Oh. You read my thoughts.” Dovewing padded into a corner of the nursery and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Can you believe it? a Sixth clan? I mean, Cherryfrost’s  and Rockshade’s kits are part Skyclan, the fifth clan, but Earth Clan? What do they do to hunt? stick their paws into mouse holes?”

Jayfeather shrugged, and padded out to fetch a mouse for him and Dovewing. “I don’t know. But There is a feeling that Moonpaw and Dewkit are part of this. Something. “

“Jayfeather! Jayfeather! You won’t believe it!” Lionblaze stumbled into the nursery, panting.

“Oh. Lionblaze. I need to tell you something. There was a vision. To Bramblestar, from a-“

“A striped cat! And- and……–“

“Hi Dovewing. I got that vision too.” Moonpaw was treating borage leaves to Briarlight with Dewkit learning. He had overheard them cats talking, so he joined the converation. “Me- I did too.” Dewkit had padded over next to Moonpaw, mumbling through a mouthful borage.

”Hey. Can I talk now?” Lionblaze was obviously getting impatient, tapping his tail on the floor of the camp. “Oh, yeah. I totally forgot. I’m sorry.” Wow, Starclan! This newborn kit can already talk, fetch fresh-kill for her mother, and what beautiful manners!

”Cinderheart is expecting a second litter!” Lionblaze literally yowled. “Great,” Moonpaw grumbled, “More brothers and sisters. and expecting she-cats! *tsk* *tsk*. The job of a medicine cat and his apprentice.”

“Hey, its better than you think.” Cinderheart had slowly crawled toward the group of cats. Her belly was exposed for only a moment, but everycat could tell that she was heavily pregnant, and would be kitting in a few moons. “Its just that there might-“

”FOX! FOX! EVERY KIT AND ELDER TO THEIR DENS!” Molestep was bounding into the camp, yowling. Everyone braced for battle, and just as Cinderheart was going to crawl back to the nursery, 2 giant foxes protruded through the camp, snarled, and leaped at Cinderheart. 

NO!” Lionblaze leaped in front of Cinderheart. “Cinderheart are you ok?” The fox saw this distracted moment, and snapped his jaws around lionblaze’s ear, and  tried to yank it off. Bramblestar sped towards the fox that wasn’t busy and lunged into it’s soft belly, ferociously clawing. But dewkit didn’t listen to Molestep and was silently sitting in between  the indiviual battle. When one of the foxes had battered Bramblestar off, it lunged towards Dewkit, she just Hissed, and the two foxes ran off like scared kits. 

By sunhigh, the fox victims had been treated and taken to. Lionblaze’s ear had been torn but healed quickly. Bramblestar refused to be treated to his wound, and quickly searched the camp for Dewkit. But the white striped kit was nowhere to be found.

“Dewkit? Dewkit!” Bramblestar found Dewkit under the shady  branches of intertwined hazel and lilac. She was sleeping, and a long gash was laid across her, so deep, that it seemed fake. Bramblestar carried her by the scruff towards camp.

JCCC

I’ve been going to the summer program in JCCC this summer. The classes I have taken are On the Campaign Trail, Music Technology and You, Stretch Your Thinking, Animal Planet, Authors Wanted, and Smash Booking.

My personal favorite was Authors Wanted. When they say you get to make a book-you get to make a book! First you write and illustrate obviously, then you actually get to sew your pages together. The book cover is cardboard covered in wallpaper. Mrs. Stucky and Mrs. Martin, the teachers Authors Wanted, are beyond nice. I had a great time “publishing” my book!

Second place goes to Music Technology and You. You got to make music on the computer. At the end of the week we did a recital and parents were allowed to come.

This summer had some really good classes. I look forward to next summer!