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• +-Copper-Fang’s Journey-+:

  (I typed this in 1 hour, sorry if it’s short) Chapter 8 “I what?!?” She she questioned. “You- you died Copperstar. I knew the only way to revive you was to bring you to the moonberries and put you in the paws of Starclan…” she finished “but-…” Copperstar started, then decided not to argue. “Let’s head back.” She suggested. Cool dawn light was beginning to wash over the dark rolling hills. The moonlight was just now fading away and a new day was dawning on the clans. A dewy scent filled Copperstar’s scent glands and she saw a Grassclan patrol come into view. “Oh great.” She mumbled to herself. “Ah, Copperfang!” Said Cherryfrost, the deputy, cheerfully. “Copperstar.” Sandfeather corrected. “Oh! Well may Starclan light Tumblestar’s path, and yours too! May you lead Duneclan with as much strength as a Lionclan warrior!” “Thank you Cherryfrost! May Starclan light yours too.” She responded. The two cats walked past the Ancient Cedar and then proceeded to cross the gorge. A tree had fallen and landed making a bridge for the cats to cross. “Wow,” Copperstar meowed in awe, “Starclan has blessed us with safe passage back and forth from the Moonberry patch.” Sandfeather said sounding distant. “Just a couple more paw steps!” She exclaimed, bounding ahead. She took a deep breath and walked into camp. Chapter 9 Copperfang’s mate was sitting in the shade of a spot in the clearing around Tumblestar her head buried in Quailheart’s fur. Berrystripe was licking his mate and she sat with her head bowed in sorrow. Dovesong sat up at the rustle of a cat walking through the entrance her eyes immediately shining with joy. “How’s Copperfang?” She asked concerned. “Ask her yourself.” Replied Sandfeather as she stepped aside to reveal Copperstar. “Copperstar.” She corrected before nuzzling her and covering her ears in licks. She stopped when she saw Tumblestar’s body in the clearing, “we haven’t said the the words to send him off to Starclan yet…” she whispered. She walked over to him and spoke, “May Starclan light your path, may you find good hunting, swift running and shelter when you sleep.” She then jumped up onto the high rock and continued “Now, I must appoint a new deputy. I say these words before Starclan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice…” She paused and stared down at the cats below wondering who would be the best fit for her clan before deciding, “Sparkstripe will be the new deputy of Duneclan.” -The End- ( more coming in ‘A Vision Of Shadows’ of new cats and new adventures!) ~MeowFlameKitty out!~

  By MeowFlameKitty

• To sirenwing : here’s my kit for the kit kreater! ( I nicknamed it that!)

  Here’s my kit idea: Parents colors and names: mom: Riversplash dad: Sunstripe. Mom’s colors: pale brown with dark green eyes. Dads colors: pure white, no other colors. Violet eyes. Clan: DuskClan I would like them to be maybe different shades of ginger, grey or silver blue! Number of kits: 3 or 4 maybe. Naming: maybe refers to clan/colors? Also 1 called Larkkit please! Nightsong of DawnClan Fadingbreeze of WindClan

  By silver the sky wing

• Nightfall’s Flight (chapter 6)

  The air seemed to cool from Appletail’s immense hostility. Eagleflight kept casting her blank glances. What an odd cat. Nightfall felt like a prisoner being held captive for a bad crime. Maybe Starclan would punish her somehow tonight for hating them. The walk to the camp wasn’t too far, it was sheltered in the thick wood and most of the cats were still asleep. (Except for Stormlily who was on watch) Stormlily nodded politely to Nightfall. She was the most compassionate of her clan. “Wait here.” Appletail instructed and padded into the leader’s den. An awkward silence fell between Eagleflight and Nightfall. “Sorry that my mother is treating you so harshly. I don’t think you have bad intentions.” Eagleflight whispered. Nightfall bristled, her hiss coming out loudly. “I don’t need your sympathy!” Eagleflight flinched back but didn’t say a word after. Nightfall hated every cat again. Appletail emerged from the den with Jaggedpeak. A muscular Tom with cream patches gazed at Nightfall with mild suspicion. The same curiosity as Eagleflight’s clouded his eyes too. “Nightfall.” He dipped his head in greeting. “Jaggedstar.” Nightfall meowed in a low voice but respectfully. “How can I help you?” Nightfall swallowed hard and spoke in a soft tone to ease the tension. “A patrol of ours went hunting recently, and some Shadowclan warriors threatened to steal prey and raid our camp. Earlier last night, a cat who was on watch alerted the camp that foreign cats were in the forest. And we could all smell Shadowclan.” Appletail’s tail flicked at accusation. Eagleflight shrunk in his pelt. Jaggedpeak bristled, narrowing his eyes. “I was completely unaware of this until now. Thank you for informing me. I’ll make sure none of this happens you have my word.” Nightfall could tell that the leader was taken aback, so she bowed her head deeply. “Thank you, Jaggedstar.” She meowed. “And you. And Starclan bless you.” Nightfall winced. Starclan had done everything but bless her lately, but she kept her mouth shut. “Come on.” Appletail meowed, a little more relaxed now. Eagleflight padded forward but Appletail stopped him. “You can stay here.” She said. Eagleflight glanced at Nightfall again, then nodded. Appletail flicked her tail for Nightfall to follow and they disappeared into the dark forest. Chapter 7 in first book in A vision of shadows!

  By mistyfox🦊😻

• Chapter Twenty of Sunsetsplash's Destiny! Part 1!

  Dove's Wing: I want to see Fireshade's POV! I think it would be interesting Silver: lol that's fine! I don't mind if you use the name Sunsetsplash! I'm flattered you like my reviews 😅 After a long time — from nearly sun-high to almost evening — of blinding agony, painful spasms and the loss of a lot of blood ( she nearly fainted when she saw how much she lost ), Sunsetsplash was the mother of three perfect little kits. Fernsight looked as weary as she felt as she watched him clear away the soiled moss and bedding of her old nest. She had been moved to a new one, having bled all over her previous one. Fernsight said that he never saw a she-cat lose so much blood before during kitting, and he was sure his late mother hadn't either. Sunsetsplash felt tired and numb, and the herbs Fernsight had given her for the lost blood had left a foul taste in her mouth. She watched her three kits and purred. The smallest kit was a little white she-kit with stone-grey patches and lots of little dark grey specks — kind of like tiny dark stars — speckled her pelt. She seemed to be fast asleep, as though the long and painful birth had tired her out as well. Her tiny paws twitched. The second kit was the largest of the trio, a tom-kit with spiky dark grey tabby fur with white paws and chest. His bushy tail lashed as he burrowed his nose into Sunsetsplash's belly fur, searching for milk. The third kit had taken Sunsetsplash by total surprise, for the little she-kit looked exactly like her dead father. She had the same sleek, night-black pelt that seemed to shimmer in the sun. Her tail was the same fluffy grey, in a sharp contrast to the rest of her appearance. Only time would tell if she also inherited her father's eyes. " Are you okay for visitors, now?" Fernsight asked quietly, watching the kits. " Yes. I think so." " Okay. I'll come back tonight and check, although if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me over sooner, alright?" " Okay," Sunsetsplash shifted a little, careful not to fling her kits from the nest, as Fernsight slipped out of the nest. She heard the faint rumble of voices and Specklebranch padded into the den, somewhat tentatively. Sunsetsplash looked up and purred, remembering how Fernsight had asked the mottled tom to leave the nursery. Specklebranch had been asked to leave the den when he started badgering the medicine cat with questions. " Will she be alright?" The mottled tom had demanded. " You know what you're doing, right?" " Don't worry," Fernsight had meowed, his voice sharp. " I do know what I'm doing. I've only been training for seven moons to be a medicine cat." Sunsetsplash had let out a shriek at that moment, and Specklebranch jumped. " She's in pain! Can't you give her some poppy seeds?" He had asked worriedly. Fernsight's right ear had twitched. " Of course she's in pain, you mouse-brained idiot!" He had burst out in annoyance. " She's kitting! How do you think she'd be able to push out kits if she was fast asleep?" He had lashed his fluffy black tail. " Sometimes it's better for the father — and in this case that's you — to leave the nursery while a she-cat kits." Fernsight had made it quite clear that Specklebranch was not welcome — or needed — in the nursery. " Hello, Specklebranch." Sunsetsplash said softly as he approached. Specklebranch dipped his head in greeting as he laid down beside the nest, his amber eyes glowing in the darkness of the nursery. His eyes were fixed on the kits. " They're beautiful, aren't they?" He finally purred, flicking his tail quickly across Sunsetsplash's back. She frowned for a moment. She wished Smokecloud had been the one to say those four words. Then she took a quick breath. She was being ungrateful! " They are," She purred back instead. " Have you named them yet?" " No, not yet." " I think you should," Specklebranch breathed, his nose a whisker away from her muzzle. Sunsetsplash studied her kits closely. They were all awake now, feeding silently. Well, they were silent, until the tabby tom nudged the little grey-and-white she-kit away with a paw that seemed too large for him. " This kit — " she briefly touched the tabby's head with her nose " — will be Stormkit." Specklebranch purred. " Good name. I couldn't have named him better myself." " Then why don't you name one of the others?" Sunsetsplash suggested. The mottled tom hesitated. " But I'm not —" " Their father? You agreed to be their father, so I think you should name one of them." Specklebranch was silent, then he leaned forward and licked the grey-and-white she-kit. " Leafkit is a good name for her, don't you think?" Sunsetsplash purred. " I think it's a wonderful name!" She agreed. She watched the last kit, the one that looked so much like Smokecloud. • Shadowkit. . .• A voice breathed into Sunsetsplash's ear. She felt something brush against her fur and she glanced over her shoulder. She could scent...no. It couldn't be. Specklebranch lifted his head to look to the space behind her shoulder too. " Can you. . . Can you feel it?" He asked. " Yes, and I think —" Her breath caught in her throat as sadness washed over her. " I think Smokecloud's here." She turned to her unnamed daughter. " She shall be Shadowkit." ~Sunsetsplash~

  By 👾👾👾1532

• CinderFire

  This is probably one of my favorite books In Warriors. But why did Firestar have to die! 😭I wish that LionBlaze became deputy though. He would make a pretty good leader. I thought that it was pretty cool that they fought the dark forest. Overall, this was a great book.

  By warrior cats fan🐈

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