Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap11 It was past Sunhigh; the sun was beginning to drop towards the horizon, though the sky was still bright and clear overhead.Fireheart had just returned to camp after a hunting session with his apprentice, his nephew Cloudpaw, though here was a lot going on in the fiery coloured tomcat's head. Most of it was the anger he was holding back after an argument with his apprentice. The young irresponsible tom had caught a pigeon, but nearly lost it because of his imprudence and his lack of attention. Not only that, but Cloudpaw had showed little respect to the life he was taking away. Of course, Fireheart scolded him for his behaviour, but Cloudpa
Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap10Warm shafts of sunlight penetrated through the entrance of the medicine cat's den. Long thin grass had spread along the entrance, swaying and dancing with every passing breeze. It nearly covered the entire hole, only allowing little strings of light to flicker over the beautiful white's pelt. Cleansoul woke with a sour taste in her mouth, and as she inhaled in a yawn, she found herself choking under so much heat. The she-cat wasn't used to such heavy weather. During her kithood, she thought that twolegs could control the weather. It was never too cold nor too hot in her twoleg's nest. Everything was so different now. There were no twolegs to
Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap9"Bluestar, it's me," called Silverpelt in front of the leader's den. Looking over her shoulder, she realized that some of the stars had already appeared in the sky. The night was slowly taking over the heavens, and so, taking over her. She could feel the exhaustion slowly crawling up her legs. Soon, she'd fall asleep and leave flesh and bone behind."Come in," Bluestar answered, snapping the she-cat out of her thoughts.Silverpelt slowly padded into the den. She noticed a half eaten mouse in the corner of the den. The mouse was rather small, so why hadn't Bluestar finished it? Was she still having a hard time finding her appetite? Silverpel
Warrior Cats: Regrets - Chap8"Please Yellowfang, tell me what happened," pleaded Silverpelt, her gaze focused on the elderly she-cat. She couldn't bear watching these cats carry on with their duties in such conditions, with pain clinging to their legs. Silverpelt searched the medicine cat's eyes for any sign of emotion, but they were dull and unreadable. Yellowfang suddenly spoke."What you're looking at, is the result on an invasion. Thunderclan's camp was attacked by a group of rogue cats. Tigerclaw was in charge of the assault."Silverpelt sighed sadly. She couldn't understand how a cat could be so cruel towards his own kind, his own family. The cats that had grown
TGB- The End of NandryxThe sun was almost completely settled, casting its last strings of light upon the earth, bringing multicoloured hues to the sky and landscape. Cats were coming back from their patrols and hunting session, bringing little food but still something to eat. The guards were already preparing to set watch, though one of them was missing. Sylvester was still out there, not heard from the other cats, only that he had left early this morning in search of a good meal. Though it didn’t take long for the tom to resurface from the depths of the brush. He ran through the meadow, leading a young she-cat back to camp as he went. Once arriving to their
TGB- Fatal Attraction (2)’Eh? And I thought I was acting weird.’ Holding back a small spurt of laughter at her patched companion’s less-than-informative remark, Ameena bent her head, licking her chest as she spoke again. “Fine, cover up all the compliments the she-cats have given you,” she mused calmly, sitting up again and turning her questioning gaze on the tom. He still seemed preoccupied, which made her tilt her head a small amount, silently asking the question that was threatening to spill from her parted jaws- What’s on your mind? Deciding it was best to keep her mouth shut, the tortoiseshell mentally shook herself, twitching
TGB- Trouble hunting with pink cheeksFocus… Focus.. Focus! snapped a ginger blur's inner voice. Tzurai had been out and about all morning, partially staying away from Stark because his newfound giddiness scared her, and partly to just relax and think. Instead of dozing by the lake, though, as most other cats most likely would have, the Fire-warrior had decided to practice her hunting skills on the prey that she had the most trouble bringing down-- birds. Probably because she couldn't jump quite as high as taller warriors, and partially because she always managed to scare them away. Now, with a narrowed violet/blue eye on the sparrow pecking away at the ground in front of he
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