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• +-Copper-fang’s Journey-+:

  (This is my first Warriors fanfic don’t judge plz) “All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the high rock for a clan meeting!” Rang out Tumblestar’s call from the high rock. Copperfang padded up to where the rest of the clan was gathering. Tension hung in the air like a storm brewing. “Our former deputy has gone to walk with our Warrior ancestors, so by the warrior code, I must appoint a new deputy before moonhigh. I say these words before the spirit of Sparrowfoot, may he and the rest of Starclan hear and approve of my choice……Copperfang, will be the new deputy of Duneclan. Copperfang froze, her head spun. What an honor to be chosen as deputy! Surely a more senior warrior would be a better fit? Her mate Dovesong walked up to her and nuzzled her comfortingly, rubbing her pelt against Copperfang, calming her down. She Trotted to the bottom of the high rock and proudly took her place at the bottom of the rock, still a bit shocked but more confident now. “PATROLS!” She called, her voice echoing around the camp for everyone to hear. “Frogfoot, Dotnose, and your apprentices can go on the hunting patrol.” The two apprentices bounced in excitement. “Berrystripe, Vinewhisker, Honeyfoot, and Conestep, you can do the border patrol.” After she had finished speaking the patrols headed out of the bramble entrance. “Come Copperfang, I would like to speak to you..” spoke Tumblestar. Copperfang jumped at his unnoticed approach and she felt embarrassed that she hadn’t known he was there. The deputy and leader entered the den. “Copperfang, you know I am on my last life, right?” Copperfang shook her head, she hadn’t and this came as a shock. “Well, I need to trust in my decision to make you the deputy… right now I am still unsure…” He said, age showing in his expression. “Me too Tumblestar, I am slightly questioning your decision, there are other warriors that might’ve been better options…. Like Vinewhisker, or Honeyfoot.” She admitted. “Yes but… I worry about their strong ambitions and how they will lead the clan when it is their turn…” he spoke in a dull tone. Copperfang could tell that he didn’t like talking about this. Her thoughts were abruptly cut off by a yowl of distress at the camp entrance. “MY KITS!!! THEY’RE DEAD!” (More will be coming soon in this series. Btw sorry if it was short but it’s 12:00am in the morning) **edit: yes Copperfang is lesbian. She is a female with a female mate, deal with it >:( All parts are in this series: Book 2: 2nd and 3rd parts Book 3: 4th and 5th parts Book 4: 6th part Book 5: 7th and maybe 8th Book 6: The last parts 🤷‍♀️

  By MeowFlameKitty

• Book 1: The struggle for hope (Sercrethunter PART 1)

  ‘Ugh. Worst. Mentor. In. History.’ Secret’paw thought as she lumped onto a rock. She was staring down at the down where a grasshopper was running free, like a bunny. She signed, ‘Why can’t Zebra’stripe have some respect to me? Not even a shred of it!’. Then her mother, Golden’leaf, had came up to her. “Who stuck a frog up your snout?” She spoke softly, “Zebra’stripe.” “Don’t blame you, oldest male in the clan and still has that grump to ‘em. Reckon it will only get worse over moons.” Golden’leaf sneered, and snuck back into her cave. Chapter 2 Chapter 3 ‘What?!’ Update: New OC names and thx for the review Antelope! Chapter 4 TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2 Sorry if bad. I will try better if you guys don’t think it’s good

  By redpandazozo14

• Review of Redpandazozo14’s fanfic :D

  I really like it so far, I think it’s very interesting, buttttttttttt- it’s a bit to rushed! I feel like I’m running a marathon while reading this (not literally, of course) but yeah, other than that, great job :) also, do you have a warrior name I can call you by?/ your nickname? Kakapo The RainWing! (WoF fandom) Bumble’Wing Of ThunderClan! (Warriors fandom)

  By Ant3lopeTheSandWing

• MapleDawns Secret (Prologue)

  SandyCloud lay hidden in the bushes as she waited, and waited, and waited. But still, no SpringFurl. A flash of brown fur at the edge of her vision made her head snap the other way. “SandyCloud. We’ve talked about this…” A voice hissed. “Get away from me WinterOak.” SandyCloud snarled. “SpringFurl isn’t coming, he’s guarding his new kits.” New kits?! Argh! “Who is his mate?” SandyCloud asked, sliding under the bush and standing up to face the tall white and brown Tom. “Why do you want to know?” So I can kill her! Her brain screamed. “To congratulate her,” She mewed, trying her best to sound casual. “It’s ShimmeringRose. Now leave SandyCloud.” WinterOak whisked his tail and trotted away. You’ll regret ever crossing SandyCloud of DesertClan. Just you wait SpringFurl! I’ll become SandyStar and destroy your clan myself. +|• Who’s that cat?! •|+ Name: SandyCloud Desc: She is a sandy colored she with marbled rosettes and bright green eyes. Ex-M8: SpringFurl Kits: FallowHeart, and OryxTail Name: WinterOak Desc: Winter is a brown Tom who’s top is white. He has icy blue eyes and a cold stare. M8: FernField Kits: LeapingKit, PoinsettiaKit, HollyKit, and WitheringKit

  By RoseQuartez_Song writer

• Nightfall’s Flight (chapter one)

  Disclaimer: Hi! I’m Blackrose, (MistyFox) And I haven’t been on here in like a year so I haven’t been doing reviews in a long time but I’m trying get back into it with a fanfic so enjoy!! Chapter one: They say a leader is strong and courageous. A leader is willing to step forward and defend their people at any cost. Leaders provide a shelter for the ones around them when they are in need. But who provided shelter for the leader? Starclan. At least, they try. They can’t physically shove a cat out of the way of a tree falling on them. Or, they can’t haul them out of the icy waves when a cat is on the verge of dying. But they try in their non- physical way. Most loathe Starclan for their lack of physical protection. A queen’s newborn kit dies and the queen cursed Starclan, blaming them. But Starclan isn’t all-powerful. This is how Nightfall lost her trust in the cats up in Silverpelt. It was a rainy day in leaf-bare when she gave birth to three kits. All but one dying. Adderheart, the medicine cat, tried his best to keep them alive but it was no use. Nightfall has resented her dead ancestors since. Who could really blame her? Nightfall stiffens when she rouses to her kit squealing in the night. “Nightfall!” He whimpers. “What is it, Berrykit?” Berrykit’s dark head peers up at Nightfall shyly. “In my dream, I was chasing a mouse and then chased it too close to the water and fell in! It was so cold and wet! And I could hear Starclan calling my name to come join them! But Nightfall, I want to stay here with you!” Nightfall bristled. What kind of mouse-brained dream was Starclan sending her only son? Did they want all her kits to die, so she could suffer for a reason she could not place? Nightfall licked her son soothingly into a half-sleep. “It’ll be okay. You’re young and strong. You still have a long life to live.” But I won’t be here forever. Nightfall continued in her head. And you’ll be alone for the taking. Berrykit licked Nightfall awake the next morning and fluttered his green eyes at her. “Wake up! Tawnykit and Sagekit want to play outside! Can I go?” Berrykit’s eyes brimmed with pleading and Nightfall nodded hesitantly. “You May go. But stick to Tawnykit and Sagekit!” Berrykit acknowledged her with a flick of his black tail, then scampered off. Mouseflight, the other nursing queen yawned and stretched beside Nightfall, her claws unsheathed for an instant before she sheathed them again. “You get too worried about Berrykit. Let him have fun!” Mouseflight prompted, grooming herself gingerly. Nightfall did the same just to hide her irritation at her denmate. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to keep your kit safe.” She said back evenly. “Don’t be surprised if he grows to resent this behavior thought.” Mouseflight added smoothly, making Nightfall hiss quietly. She shook herself and walked out of the muggy den, more than annoyed. She saw that the other clan members were beginning to rouse, and the dawn patrol was just returning, carrying their small loads that were equally scrawny. “I’m sick and tired of missing my catch!” Icepaw hissed to her littermate who went on the patrol with her. “You aren’t very good at hunting, you know.” Jaypaw retorted. His eyes filled with amusement. “I’ll show you,” Icepaw challenged, and she sprang on top of him and pinned him to the ground. “Stop behaving like kits, Icepaw and Jaypaw!” Volepelt sternly meowed. The two apprentices immediately sprang up and ducked their heads in shame. Meanwhile, the toms were maneuvering a small boulder on their backs to a den. Nightfall brightened when she saw her mate, Lionwing aiding them. She padded over to him. “That looks heavy.” She said simply. “Yeah. It’s a barrier of sorts.” He said dryly. Nightfall’s pelt got bigger with anxiety. She followed them in their haul. “Why do we need a barrier?” She asked, ducking her head as they placed it near the entrance to the camp. “The dawn patrol reported that Shadowclan is getting greedy with prey and they threatened to raid the camp for some of ours. Jokes on them. We have very little.” Nightfall stopped in her tracks. Shadowclan was coming to raid camp? When? How? How aggressive would they be? She instantly swept her head around, searching for the only thing that mattered. “Where’s Berrykit?” She asked with concern in her voice. Lionwing looked around too. “I saw them go into the Forest.” Icepaw said simply. Nightfall bristled. “Why didn’t you stop them?” But she didn’t wait for an answer. She was sprinting toward the Forest leaving confused glances behind her. The Forest was oddly quiet, and that made Nightfall fret worse. “Berrykit!” She yowled. “Over here!” Called a small voice. Nightfall swerved toward it, only to find Tawnykit and Sagekit. “Berrykit?” Nightfall asked. “He’s lost! We can’t find him!” Chapter two in the next book of this series!

  By mistyfox🦊😻

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