alright heres the second book!!!!!! echoing silence, book 2: silent song. chapter 1:
It had been many moons since echo and her friends had begun there journey past the clans, “we should stop and rest” hawkpaw now hawk, muttered as she sat down. “We need to keep going!” snake growled “I can smell a fox” ice nodded to his brother, and moth looked at echo expectingly. Echo sighed “I agree with hawk, we need rest, but I also agree with you snake, I smell the fox as well” she mewed looking at the tom as he started to bristle but then his fur laid flat. “I suggest we find a cave or an old fox or badger den” moth meowed suggesting, echo perked up with a purr. “Yes, and we’ll need prey for each of us then tomorrow we will start moving again” echo looked up at the sky, the sun begun turning the sky a scarlet blood red, as the sun started to set. “Look! Over there!” hawk yowled with pride as she came dashing to an old badger set. The five cats all purred with joy, echo rushed over to hawk and pressed her muzzle to hers. Hawk looked at echo with eyes full of pride, ice gave a gentle purr. “Finally, she’s opening up to somebody.” Moth murmured to her brothers, and they nodded. The stars glowed in the night sky as snake, hawk, and ice came back from hunting. Moth and echo were talking about plans for the tribe, echo was grooming her fur sleek smooth listening to moth’s ideas. “So, I’m thinking that for the ranks, every cat as old as 6 moons and older should be called trainee’s and the cats older than that, we should have warrior’s, guards, and hunters.” Echo looked at moth her eyes full of thought. “I like it” ice padded up with a vole in his jaws, and he dropped it at his sister’s paws. “For you moth” he smiled then walked over and grabbed a rabbit eating it. Echo perked up her ears as she heard a rustling in the grass. Snake unsheathed his claws, his hackles starting to rise. Echo looked at snake with calm eyes. Ice leaped onto the rock of the cave, and he gave a yowl as he saw cats coming “it looks like it 4 toms, a she-cat and 3 kits” he told echo, “Kits?! Out here?!” echo yowled her voice edged with worry, as she looked at the snow under her paws. “they’ll freeze without food!!” hawk yowled as she raced towards the strange cats. “Wait!” snake snarled stopping his sister, “move snake!” hawk hissed aiming a paw at her brother. Snake dodged her paw and growled. “We don’t know if these cats are a threat or not hawk!” echo dashed in front of them and growled. “Enough! Snake, think we need cats, yes? I think we should be kind and help these cats, and offer them shelter, they will think of joining us” snake hesitated then nodded.
Echo looked at hawk and ice, “you two come with me to greet the cats” she then looked at moth and snake “you two guard the cave” they all nodded. echo, hawk, and ice all stalked through the grass towards the cats. Echo saw that one tom was a ginger tabby, and another was a long-haired grey tom, she then saw a black and white one with a scarred muzzle that gave away his age. And then she looked at a black tom her eyes widen with horror as the tom looked hauntingly familiar, she was desperately searching her mind then she remembered those toms
were firepaw, greypaw, and her father…shadowstrike, ice looked at the she-cat she was a deep brown tabby with white paws. Echo took a deep shaky breath and padded through the grass getting closer to listen to them. “Greyvine, I need to rest” the elder tom croaked. the ginger tom looked back to the elder “we need to keep going sootwhisker.” Sootwhisker glared at the tom, “I said I need rest fireblaze! My paws are aching!” sootwhisker hissed his hackles starting to rise. “My kits need rest as well, shadowstrike could we hunt? We all need food” the she-cat looked at shadowstrike. “of course, crowsong” the tom mewed with a soothing silky tone; echo hissed with disgust “he’s faking the kindness” she growled through gritted teeth. Hawk pressed her pelt to echo’s to calm her. “We should stay as calm as possible; we don’t know what their capable of” hawk whispered soothingly “I know what shadowstrike is capable of” echo snarled “I’ll take care of him”
heres chapter four! the final chapter of book 1!!! hope you all like it!!
Chapter 4: embracing the future.
“what’s wrong echo?” moth’paw laid her tail on echo’s shoulder. “I um…my name isn’t really echo” ice’paw bristled and his eyes filled with fear he stepped a paw closer to her starting to unsheathe his claws “who are you then?” he asked softly, echo did not answer. “I SAID WHO ARE YOU FOX-HEART?!” He snapped and losing patience he clawed her muzzle reopening her wound shadowstrike gave her. “m-my name is e-echo’paw o-of th-thunderclan!” she whimpered, fear in her eyes, and trembling. Snake’paw snarled “I knew she smelled different!” moth’paw and hawk’paw stopped the toms from doing anything farther. “Boys stop!!!” moth’paw hissed “she lied to us! TO ME!!!!” ice’paw yowled with pure rage “she might have had a reason for it ice’paw!” hawkpaw growled her tail lashing from side to side and she looked at echo’paw blushing faintly and then she sat down averting echopaw’s gaze “well? Explain yourself you fur-ball!” snake’paw hissed, echo’paw sighed and explained her story. “and when I didn’t answer him again he scarred me and dragged me out a-and said that..thunderclan has no need for weaklings…l-like me” echo’paw trembled and collapsed but before she fell hawkpaw dashed to catch her, the siblings all looked at each other sympathy in their eyes snakepaw sighed “we know what its feel like to be disowned by your parents” hawkpaw whimpered and looked at her paws clearly hurt, ice’paw snarled “our mother told us that she wishes that a badger would kill us and she wished we we’re never born.” Ice’paw flattened his ears in anger “she said that we are disappointments to her” moth’paw muttered as she hugged her sister “I’m so sorry, I never knew it was that hard for you all” Echopaw mewed her eyes filled with sadness. “But what about your father? Doesn’t he calm her down?” snakepaw yowled with fury clearly offended by the she-cats question. “Our father is dead! And when he was alive, he never cared two mouse tails about us!!, if he did, he sure as badgers stripes didn’t show it.” echo’paw gasped taken back by his anger but in all she did understand his anger. “What about your mother? Does she help your father?” ice’paw meowed, daring to ask the same question, he jumped back, startled as echo’paws eyes became slits of rage and she unsheathes her claws and dug them into the ground, they were all taken back by her sudden rage “I never knew my mother, shadowstrike stole me from her when I was born and I’m sure since she never stopped him she never cared a fox’s fangs about me!!!” she yowled. Ice’paw grinned a devilish smile playing on his lips, knowing this was a daring sentence, because he and his siblings were from windclan and echo’paw formally from thunderclan so they would be breaking the code being friends, he spoke up, his voice laced with determination, “I say we join together, and we all run away, we won’t have to worry about anything or anyone else” echo’paw smirked “I like that idea but we should actually create a clan, no wait…not a clan, but a tribe and, we should have our own rules and ranks and ways of doing things” she scanned around the four cats, they all were grinning and smirking with tails lashing. “But who will be the leader? And we need a tribe name.” snake’paw meowed echo’paw smirked “I will be leader but first we will need to find a home, and cats to join us before I take the title” she purred, the cats all meowed in agreement. “And last of all we need a tribe name” echo’paw mewed “I think I know what we should be called” hawkpaw muttered shyly shuffling her paws against the soft grass. Mothpaw gave a smirk to her sister snakepaw let a purr rumble in his throat. Ice’paw smiled “say your idea sis” ice’paw meowed laying his tail on hawk’paws shoulder, hawk’paw smiled her eyes beaming with pride. “I think we should be named the tribe of echoing silence” all the cats perked at the name knowing that name suited them perfectly, they all yowled in agreement and echo’paw knew it was the start of a new story, a new life, a new journey. As they walked toward the sunset, echo’paw looked back past the hills to thunderclan camp she realized, she will never go back to her old life, and so she turned and walked off with her friends, and after that. She never looked back.
Avery climbed into the back of her mom’s blue car and closed the door.
“How was school?” her mom asked as she always did. It didn’t annoy Avery the way a repeated question like that may annoy other teenagers. She liked that her mom cared, and it didn’t feel like she was just saying it because it was routine. Her mom began to drive.
“Actually, it was kinda weird,” Avery confessed.
“How so?” Mrs. Clay asked, looking at Avery in the rearview mirror.
“I think I’ll wait until the whole family is together to explain it all. That way I’ll only have to tell the story once,” she said.
“Ok,” her mom replied after a moment. Then she asked, “Today was Finals for this first semester, right?”
“It was!” Avery said. She told her mom about how everything went fairly smoothly, besides students not staying calm while the teacher reviewed their grades. After she was finished she asked, “Ryan home from Wings Academy, right? For winter break?”
“Mhm, he is. We’re going to make his favorite for dinner, too. Tuna and mac,” Mrs. Clay said.
Avery smiled. Tuna mixed with Kraft mac’n’cheese was definitely her older brother’s favorite. Avery remembered this one time when Ryan was probably about seven and he ate three bowls of mac’n’cheese. He would’ve eaten a fourth if there had been more, but there wasn’t and six-year-old Avery didn’t want to give her’s up. Apparently he had skipped snack between lunch and dinner on purpose so he could be extra hungry.
Avery also loved mac’n’cheese, though she couldn’t understand why Ryan liked mixing tuna into it. It ruined the texture! On its own, mac’n’cheese was creamy and warm. But when you added room-temperature tuna, it just was not right.
“I feel like I haven’t seen Ryan in forever,” Avery remarked. “When was the last time he came home? Thanksgiving?”
“Yep,” Avery’s mom said. “Which, if I recall correctly, was only three weeks ago.”
“Mom,” Avery said.
“What?” Mrs. Clay said.
“Did you hear yourself?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” her mom asked, twisting back to look at Avery for a moment before turning back to the road.
“You said ‘only’. Like as if three weeks isn’t a long time to not see your son,” Avery said teasingly.
Her mom rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” Avery said challengingly.
Mrs. Clay laughed and shook her head. By now they had turned onto their street. After a few seconds, they came to their house.
The Clays’ house was average in size; single-story, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a small yard. The pillars on each side of the garage and by the porch were inlaid with rectangle blue stones in an irregular pattern that gave the house a sort of natural feel. The front yard was small and had a single willow set off on the left side. The beautiful tree was surrounded by tall grass that had purple and blue wildflowers scattered throughout it. The walkway was made of large, round gray stones with bright green moss filling in the gaps.
Mrs. Clay pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. They both climbed out and each grabbed their bags; Mrs. Clay her red purse, and Avery her dark green backpack. Avery watched as her mother’s purse moved to her hand without her touching it. Mrs. Clay was a Moonblazer, meaning she could manipulate energy relating to moonlight. This ability also gave her telekinesis.
As the two of them walked up towards the front door the sweet scent of the wildflowers filled their lungs. Avery took a deep breath, and as she let it out she realized that soon she wouldn’t be coming home every day after school. She would be at Wings Academy, the most prestigious high school in the land. The school that everyone wanted to get into. In the principal's office, she hadn’t thought about what it would be like to not come home every day. Of course, they had talked about packing, but now it was all starting to truly sink in.
Mrs. Clay pulled her keys out and unlocked the front door. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, Avery close behind. Avery closed the front door, and when she turned she saw Ryan standing a few feet away.
“Ryan!” she exclaimed, and embraced him. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“I’ve missed you too,” he said shyly, his hands in his pockets. Ryan was the type of boy who was reserved and didn’t talk much, so Avery wasn’t surprised by his demeanor.
“You’ve grown so much since summer!” Avery commented.
Ryan shrugged, but it was true. When Ryan had first left for Wings Academy, Avery and he had been nearly the same height. Ryan had only been half an inch taller. But now he was a clear inch taller than Avery, if not an inch and a half. Of course, Avery had seen Ryan on multiple occasions since last summer, but for some reason the change felt especially noticeable this time.
Besides his height, not much had changed about him. He still had the same wavy red hair, which was combed back neatly, and the same shy smile he had worn since he was little.
“So how’s school been?” Ryan asked.
“Fine. Today was finals for the first semester, which ended a bit differently than I’d anticipated,” she finished. When Ryan looked at her confusedly she said, “I’ll explain at dinner.”
“Finally, you woke up!” I heard Rori say as I lifted my head from my desk. “Yeah, yeah.” I mumbled under my breath. As I reached into my bag to grab a piece of gum, I had found an old note from my mom saying “Hey dear! I hope you’re having a good day so far. I forgot to pack your lunch though… so sorry! – Mom.” I smiled as I remember when I had first read it in 4th grade. “Mrs. Crow, is your bag more interesting than my lesson?” I darted my head up to see my teacher, Mrs. Yarrow, looking at me with a serious stare. I glanced around to see everyone staring at me. My face turned red as tomato. “Sorry Mrs.” I answer quickly. I swept my hair back behind my ear, as I tried not to look at everyone looking at me. As the bell rang, I quickly packed my bag and ran out the class room to my locker. I shoved my bag into the locker then wiped the sweat off my face. I walked to lunch while trying to find my friends.
I spotted River walking out of the library; she always has her face in a book. “River!” I shouted. She quickly turned her head to look at me, dropping her book in the process. “Oh, hey Imara!” River exclaimed. “Do you know where Rori and Amber are?” I asked. “I saw Amber just a bit ago… but I can’t seem to remember when I saw Rori last.” River said. “Huh...” I said concerned. We both walked to lunch, keeping our eyes peeled for Amber and Rori. I walked over to a table and sat down waiting for River to get her lunch. Before River could come sit by me, Laura Hopkin sat by me. “Hey!” Laura greeted me. “Uhm, hi.” I said slowly. “Hey Laura, have you seen Rori at all?” I asked. She looked at me confuesed, “Who…?” “Rori Hanns? Your cousin?” I said. “I don’t have any cousin named Rori.” She said as she raised her eyebrow. Laura walked away from me, worried. River and Amber came over a bit after Laura left. “Guys guess what!” I announced to the two. “Chicken butt?” They both guessed synchronized. “No what?” I looked at them with a concerned look on my face. “Anyway,” I said, “Laura didn’t know who Rori was! She acted like she didn’t exist!” There was a huge akward silence. “Who?” Amber asked.
I looked at them and said, “Is this a joke…?” Amber scoffed, “No? Who is Rori?” I heard Amber ask. I gasped under my breath. “You’re kidding.” I stuttered. “Imara are you okay?” River asked. I started to stutter my words, just saying gibberish at that point. The bell rang and Amber quickly left, River swiftly followed behind. Hours later, I headed towards the bus pickup. I spotted Amber and River talking to each other. They glanced over at me and quickly went onto the bus. I sighed. I entered the bus and headed to the back. I sat down and pulled my sketch book out of my bag and started doodling. As I watched everyone talk to their friends, happy, but I couldn’t feel that in that moment. I was more worried about what happened to Rori. I looked out my window when the bus passed by Rori’s house, and it was just trees. I could’ve sworn I saw one of the trees glitch. I closed my eyes in attempt to try to relax, but the bus hit a bump and I jumped awake. “Last stop is coming up!” I heard the bus driver say. I put my sketchbook back into my bag, and got ready to leave. As the bus pulled to a stop, I walked up to the door slowly, but I didn’t realize some one was sticking out their leg to trip me. “Hey!” I screeched as I fell. I heard two girls laugh, “Sorry!” I heard one say. I got up and walked to the front of the bus ready to leave. The doors seemed to refuse to open. I gently pushed the door to open but nothing worked. “Uhm, could I get some help?” I asked politely. I watched as the bus driver pressed the open-door button multiple times but to no prevail. I pushed against the door and the door busted open causing me to fall out. All I could hear was the laughter from everyone on the bus. I quickly got up and fast walked to the front door of my house. Not realizing I left my bag on the bus; I turned around in a panic just to see the bus had left. I sighed in anger sitting down by a tree. I waited hours for my mother to return to unlock the front door.
Finally, after hours I watched her car pull into the driveway. I watched her walk up to the front door unlocking it. I snuck up behind her. “AH!” I heard my mother scream. “Sorry mom!” I said apologetically, rubbing the back of my neck. “What were you doing?! You should be asleep by now.” She scolded me. “Sorry I left my bag on the bus so I couldn’t unlock the door.” I said bashfully. My mother rolled her eyes and walked into the house. I walked to my room and closed the door. I laid down onto my bed, waiting for pure relation to come over my body. Right as I drifted off to sleep, I remembered how my friends didn’t know who Rori was. (END OF CHAPTER ONE)
this is really good. I want chapter 2! Also... I can't find you in my story's comments, are you an over borders fan nowadays? (dont feel bad, i kinda am too)
Sorry lol. Dw chapter two is in works as I haven't finished this book yet (just started last month lol). And kinda? I cant figure out how to change the tail color- (On over borders)
on top of the settings, there are some green leaves pointing up. click on each green leaf to switch to a different set of settings. one of them will be tails.
"What's... what's wrong with Dadda?" asked Stormkit, eyes tearing up. Cherrytuft purred gently into Stormkit's ear. "Don't you worry, Stormy-Storm."
"Daddy's not supposed to be on the floor like that!"
Shadowfall lay on the ground, twitching and writhing in pain. Occasionally he coughed, then bent over sharply, as if the small sound had caused his chest to catch on fire. "Daddy!" cried Stormkit. She began to wail. Then she abruptly stopped. "Is this... the bad luck?"
"The what?! Who told you about that?" said Cherrytuft.
"I heard you talking about it yesterday," said Stormkit.
"You know you were a bad omen? Oh, baby-"
"I was a... what?! I..." Stormkit stopped, standing rigid, silent. "Stormkit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean- " started Cherrytuft, scooping the kit in for a hug, but she wriggled away. "I made Daddy sick! I can't be around anymore! I'm going to- I'm going to leave!"
"No, Stormy, I-"
"I won't leave camp. Not yet, anyway. Don't worry about me. I'm doing you a favor, letting you never see me again." Stormkit leapt out of the nursery in one single bound, running with all her might. She didn't know where she'd go, but she'd go somewhere far, far away. She knew there was no saving Shadowfall.
“what’s a rouge like you doing around here? Don’t you know this is windclan territory? And by the looks of your scars, you are in no mood to fight” he gave a smirk sitting down with his tail curled neatly next to his paws. Echo bristled “are you calling me weak?” she hissed curling her lip revealing thorn sharp teeth, the tom chuckled “of course not…kitty” he circled her with a grin across his muzzle and his eyes gleaming “I just think you need rest because whoever you fought, they gave you a tough time.” The tom licked his paw drawing it over his ear and his eyes softened the threat faded from his eyes and his eyes were filled with friendliness, “my name is ice’paw, I am an apprentice of windclan a strong one at that! I will be a warrior soon I just need three more moons”- the tom grumbled -“of dumb apprentice duties.” “I’m on a border patrol right now and my clan has already had their share of prey so luckily I’m able to eat.” Ice’paw purred “wanna share a mouse or two? You look like you haven’t eaten in days” he meowed as he gave his chest fur a few licks “yes please, but won’t your clanmates punish you if they find you allowing a rouge like me onto your borders and eating your prey?” echo mewed questioning the tom tilting her head to the side, ice’paw chuckled “don’t worry tallstar is pretty understanding so no he won’t, but ya my clanmates might not agree with it” he meowed as he munched on a mouse he had caught and passed a rabbit to her. Echo munched on the rabbit, her ears pricked as she heard cats coming and by the sound of it there were three of them, she started to bristle, ice’paw gave a soft smirk with a glance at her. “Do not worry it is just my siblings if you are thinking they are gonna hurt you your wrong, they will not ok, your safe. Well snake’paw may attempt to pounce on you, but I won’t allow him to I promise you” echo nodded her fur laid flat and the 3 apprentices came closer “WHAT IN STARCLAN is a flea-bitten rouge doing on our territory ice’paw?!” a white and grey tom identified as snake’paw snarled and glared at echo “calm down snake’paw by the looks of it, she’s not a threat to us” a tortoiseshell she-cat purred echo smiled and sat down, another she-cat who was a white tabby with a scar along her eye down to her side shuffled her paws shyly “I’m echo, what are your names?” echo looked at the she-cats and the tom with a sweet smile. “I’m Moth’paw” the tortoiseshell she-cat purred “I’m hawkpaw” the tabby mewed shyly. “I’m snake’paw” the tom growled his fur still a bit bristling, Moth’paw cuffed her brother’s ear with a sheathed paw snake’paw gave a hiss and growled forcing his fur to lie flat and sheathed his claws, “and you already know me, my names ice’paw” the calico tom said with a bright smile. echo smiled at them all her heart filling with happiness, and the four all chatted until sunset, they shared prey and, then her heart sank, knowing that if these cats were gonna be her friends, she can’t hide the truth from them, and she flattened her ears in sadness the siblings all looked at echo in confusion.
tell me what yall think of this family tree. (bloodstar: me) bloodstar x dustfeather, kits: ryekit, redkit. bloodstar x breezestar, kits: beekit, riverkit. bloodstar x nightwhisper, kits: darkkit, ghostkit and lionkit. and finally. bloodstar x duskfall, kits: whitekit, robinkit, lilykit. [i just realized i named two kits after my parents XD] bloodstar x fallenfeather, kits: (name ideas please)
Avery tapped her pencil against her desk. Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap. She stretched her dark, purple-magenta wings and turned around to glance at the clock. 17 minutes left. She sighed, and began to twirl a strand of her thick red hair.
Avery was used to being the first one done with her tests, but today it felt like time was crawling at a snail’s pace. Which was a bit silly, Avery reflected, considering it wasn’t like she was anxious to get her exam results. Avery was a straight-A student, and she always did well on tests. Always. 8th-grade semester one finals would be no different.
Finally the teacher, who was sitting at a sturdy mahogany desk at the front of the room, called for the students to take their tablets up to the front of the room for final grading. There was a rustle as students got up from their wooden stools and walked toward the front of the classroom. Avery set her tablet down on the growing pile of electronics and headed back to her desk. Everyone seemed to be in a rush to sit back down, and Avery held her wings close to her back in an attempt to not get tangled in another student’s wings. At last, everyone returned to their seats.
“Now, you all be good students while I go evaluate your test scores,” the teacher said in a commanding voice. Mrs. Crest was a tall woman about 34 years old with long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, and deep brown wings that had a reddish hue to them. “That means behave,” she added, narrowing her bright blue eyes at a pair of boys who were known to be mischievous. Then she opened her office door, and went inside.
Within an instant, the room descended into chaos. Students rushed over to friends’ desks to chat about things from the latest gossip, to what answers they got on the test. Paper airplanes were flying above. With a chuckle, Avery realized that if the ceiling were any higher they’d be jumping off desks and flying around.
After about 15 minutes, Mrs. Crest finally came back in. There was an even louder ruckus as students clambered back to their stools. Avery ran her hands through her hair with impatience.
“Congratulations students, most of you did very well,” Mrs. Crest said. Avery heard a few students sigh with relief. Thinking the teacher was done, Avery began to get up. “There are a few of you I would like to talk to after class. Avery Clay, Camilla Billingsley, and Fiona Brinson, please meet the principal and me in his office in 30 minutes.” Avery slammed back into her chair and the color drained from her face. What had she done wrong? She couldn’t have failed her finals, right? She didn’t hear Mrs. Crest’s dismissal. In a confused haze, she walked mechanically out the door and into the halfway.
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30 minutes later, Avery sat in the soft chair in the principal’s office. Avery had never been inside the principal’s office before. It wasn’t a large room. There was a mahogany desk like the ones the teachers sat at in the classrooms, and behind that there was a small window with white curtains that let light in.
In front of the desk there were three stools, the rightmost being where Avery sat now. In the middle was Fiona Brinson, and on the far left sat Camilla Billingsley. Fiona had light blond hair cut in an A-line bob, and was wearing a simple purple T-shirt and medium-wash jeans. Her wings were a deep yellow-gold that complimented her hair nicely. Avery didn’t know much about her. All she knew was that she sat a row behind and a few desks to the left of Avery in class.
Camilla she knew even less about; she was known to be quiet and to always sit in the back of the room, unlike Avery who always chose the front row so they had never conversed. She had long, dark hair and medium-toned skin, and her wings were a very dark green that flashed teal and blue when the light them at the right angle. She wore plain skinny jeans with a plain white tank top to match and a jean jacket. An extra stool had been pulled up next to the principal’s behind the desk for Mrs. Crest.
Several moments passed in silence. Finally, Fiona blurted out, “Just tell us how badly we scored.” Her despairing face was a reflection of both Avery’s and Camilla’s.
Mrs. Crest laughed. “Badly? Why, you three are here for quite the opposite reason!” She paused. “The principal and I have been watching you three for a while. We planted extra questions at the end of your tests, and all three of you answered them correctly.”
All three girls’ brows twisted in confusion. “Why?” Camilla asked.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Mrs. Crest replied.
“I mean why did you plant those questions at the end of our tests? And why is it important that we answered them correctly?” Camilla pressed.
“Because those questions were a test to see if you qualify to transfer to Wings Academy next semester,” Mrs. Crest answered. All three students drew in a sharp breath. Wings Academy was the most prestigious dragonfolk high school and it was extremely difficult to get in, mostly because students’ evaluations weren’t based on their test grades. Avery was sure of this because her older brother, Ryan, had gotten in last year and Avery knew for a fact that they did not pick him for the letter written on his final report card.
Typically during 8th grade finals of the second semester all the teachers observed each student very closely, comparing them to some mysterious rubric. Their system was so intricate and unlike any other that no one, in the whole history of the dragonfolk, had been able to unravel and cheat it. So why had Fiona Brinson, Camilla Billingsley, and her been tested if that’s not how it worked? And better yet, why at the end of the first semester and not the last?
A million other questions swam in Avery’s head, but she decided to only voice the second one. “Why did you test us now and not next semester?”
Before either the principal or Mrs. Crest could respond though, Fiona interrupted. “There’s no way this is right. You’re pranking us, aren’t you? Wow, I thought as adults you would be past teasing children about Wings Academy, but apparently I was wrong.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Miss Brinson!” Principal Banks exclaimed. “This is not a joke! Wings Academy is an amazing opportunity that is to be taken seriously! We do not prank students with it,” he said sternly.
“Now now, Principal Banks,” Mrs. Crest said, her voice calm as a rippleless lake. “Miss Brinson is just surprised, that’s all. After all, this is the first time this has ever happened, and she has reason to think this is all a hoax.” She looked at the three of us. “However, it is not. You really have all been accepted to Wings Academy, and you will finish the year there with the 9th graders. You will essentially be skipping the second semester of 8th grade,” she finished.
Silence followed. Then Camilla spoke. “I want to see the acceptance certificates,” she said.
“Very well,” Principal Banks said, opening a drawer in his desk. He pulled out three blue folders with their names written on them and passed them to Camilla.
She gently slipped the certificates out. Imprinted in golden wax on the smooth paper was the school’s official seal. At the top the seal read “Wings Academy High School”. Below that there was an open book with dragon wings behind it. And below that was the school’s slogan: “Knowledge is your wings to the future”.
She studied the seal intently for what felt like a great deal of time before she finally turned towards Fiona and Avery. “They’re real,” she said. “See these little words etched into the border?” She pointed at the edge of the seal. “And these swirls in the background?” She pointed again. “A forgery wouldn’t have them. This is indeed the real thing.” She handed the certificates back to the principal.
Indeed the real thing–the words echoed in Avery’s head. She, Avery Clay, has indeed been accepted to Wings Academy–and a semester early, too! It all felt strangely surreal. She had been dreaming of this day since preschool, and to think that it had truly come seemed impossible. Avery wondered if it was like this for everyone who got in, or if the unexpectedness of her acceptance was the cause for it. Surely she wasn’t the only one who felt like she must be in a dream?
After a moment Fiona spoke, bringing Avery out of her reverie. “How’d you know to look for those things on the seal?” she asked.
Camilla shrugged casually. “I read a lot of murder mysteries.”
“How does that–,” Fiona began, but she was cut off by Mrs. Crest.
“Over winter break you will receive a package with everything you will need for school. This includes your dorm room information, campus maps, school crest, and packing list, to name a few things. You will be expected to pack only the things on the packing list, and not more. If every student brought all of their things, dorms would be a mess, and we can’t have that!” Mrs. Crest finished.
“So that’s really it?” Avery asked.
“What do you mean ‘really it’?” Mrs. Crest asked.
“I mean, we go home, tell our parents that we got accepted to Wings Academy a semester early, and start packing? It’s as easy as that?” Avery clarified.
“Yes,” Mrs. Crest answered.
The three students exchanged amazed glances. Even though they had studied the certificates and discussed it immensely, it still felt unreal.
Principal Banks dismissed them soon after, telling them to get a good night’s rest before they began packing. And so Avery found herself in the hallway with two girls she didn’t know having just received the most unexpected news she ever had in her 13 years alive.
“Did that just happen?” Avery asked hesitantly. Fiona, who was shocked into silence, did not answer.
Camilla muttered something that sounded like, “Apparently,” but Avery wasn’t quite sure, so she didn’t say anything.
They walked in silence towards the student pick-up center for a while before anyone finally spoke again.
They were almost to the double doors leading outside when suddenly Fiona said, “Maybe we should get each other’s phone numbers. So we can stick together.” She paused. “I mean, won’t it be easier to transfer if we have each other?” she asked.
Avery and Camilla exchanged a glance, and shrugged. “I guess so,” Avery said.
“Cool,” Fiona replied. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and opened her contact list. “So what’re your numbers?”
Avery and Camilla told her, and they all added each other to their contacts. “I’ll make us a group chat. That way we can all talk together,” Camilla said, pushing a few buttons on her sparkly red phone.
Once that was done, they told each other goodbye and pushed open the dark double doors.
Echopaw struggled from her father’s strong grip. With a wave of anger, she realized everyone saw what happened in camp, but no one stopped it, her eyes turned to slits of anger mixed with sadness then with a yowl of pain she felt shadowstrike throw her, with a jolt and a roar of a monster rushing past her, in her ears she realized shadowstrike threw her near the thunder path. "Maybe a life as a disgusting kittypet will keep you out of my sights! thunderclan has no need for WEAKLINGS like you!!" He snarled and with one last slash at her throat he stalked off. Echopaw snarled and limped around the border asking herself, what should she do? She lifted her head as she saw a lean muscular body of a tom walking toward her, with panic pricking at her fur she realized she couldn’t smell because of the blood that had encrusted on her nose, if the tom was from a clan or not, and she knew because of her scars she looked weak and defeated, so she ran a few tail lengths away and as she was near the stream she groaned in disgust at getting her paws wet she closed her eyes and mustered up her courage, then one paw after another she stepped into the stream, shivering at the cold. As she walked out of the stream, she felt the blood from her nose clear up. as pride swelled in her chest realizing she could smell again, fear prickled her fur as the tom drew nearer and nearer, she panicked looking from side to side, she knew she would stand no chance against him and she knew she couldn’t go back to the camp because her father would kill her in one snap, and so she sat down curling her tail around her paws as the tom came into view a few mouse lengths away she saw he was a dark calico with eyes as blue as ice, the tom had his ears flattened to his head and his claws unsheathed and his tail lashing gently Echopaw saw that he had unusual long claws, she swallowed uncomfortably knowing this tom was a killer. “who are you?” the tom growled “my name is echo”- Echopaw stopped herself she knew that if this tom knew she was an apprentice of one of the clans he would think she was crossing to his border and chase her off or kill her and she knew she couldn’t run because he would probably chase her, “my name is echo” she mewed lifting her chin with a slight sweet smile trying to look as polite as possible.
lol wanna hear chapter 3?! i might just make my entire games about these books and put them on scratch, but rn my coding is TRASH sooooooooo i am gonna have NO idea how to make a scrtach game into a book lol
would you rather: want the ability to be able to see starclan and dark forest cats in AND out of dreams? OR would you want the ability to be able to practically be a shield for you and your friends, and never be wounded in battle?
because everyone is sharing their stories I decided to share mine too so here it is
Moon Prologue
Spot walked up to the wailing kit. He looked at the kit for a moment then flicked his tail in disapproval. I thought the badger would have killed him, not the other one he thought.
But as he looked into the weaker kit's eyes he saw fear. After a few seconds, he tried to put on his most friendly face and said: “Hello young kit my name is Spot. come with me if you want to live”
The kit looked unconvinced "I'm just here to help you. I saw what happened to your mother" After he said that he saw a flash of sadness in the kit's eyes but after a few minutes, the kit said, “Oo..ok...” Huh, this kit is easily convinced. Maybe this kit is good for my plans after all…
heres my story...i um...hope you like it. echoing silence, book 1: the beginning. chapter 1: the outcast.
Echopaw sat in the shadows of the clan walls like she always would, and she watched as her clan would go about its normal day, firepaw and greypaw saw her from the corners of their eyes, ravenpaw was eating a vole so for once he paid no attention to anything. "I'm gonna go see if she's doing ok" firepaw muttered grabbing a thrush from the fresh-kill pile, "what you got a crush on her or something?" Greypaw said with a teasing tone and a playful hiss. Firepaw flattened his ears in embarrassment and just walked on to Echopaw not paying greypaw any attention. "Hey, Echopaw, um you want to join Me the guys for a hunting session later? Tigerclaw and lionheart are letting us do a hunt on our own" firepaw's fur prickled with hope. "And um I was hoping you'd like to join us" Echopaw's eyes were glazed with sadness as she was lost in her thought. She looked at firepaw and nodded softly and muttered, "at least it'll get me out of camp and for once I'll want to be near other cats" she said with a shrug and sniffed the thrush firepaw gave her and she began eating it Firepaw gave a smile and then walked off, Echopaw sighed she knew she couldn't stay cooped up in camp for her whole life, so what could she do? Just die now. Or finally do something with her fox brained life. She, Firepaw, greypaw, and ravenpaw all hunted until sunset, the toms had already made their way back to camp and Echopaw told them she wanted to stay and still hunt for a bit. She then caught the scent of a vole and crouched down into the ground and then saw its plump tan pelt and its teeth nibbling on some nuts, she gave a soft grin then immediately struck a pounce and the creature squeaked and whimpered in pain at the grip of the she-cats strong paw, Echopaw silenced its pain with a swift bite at its throat. She carried everything she had caught back to camp and instead of being welcomed by purrs of joy, warmth, and proud meows, the young she-cat was greeted with looks of astonishment and confusion. She stifled a defeated sigh and put her prey in the fresh-kill pile, it seemed like a mountain now it was as tall as the biggest Tom in the clans. As moonlight shined down into the camp, Echopaw's grey fur seemed to turn a beautiful and magnificent silver. She saw the black body and amber eyes of the stone like Tom, she knew very well. her father, shadowstrike. She approached him with her head down like always. "Hello Echopaw" the tom mewed coldly; she did not reply she only sat down staring at her paws as she felt her father’s amber eyes burn into her fur. "I said hello" shadowstrike gave a small hiss not attracting attention. She still did not reply, then she was met with sharp and strong claws along her muzzle, she gave a gasp of surprise as she stared into her father's blazing eyes, she looked at the ground as saw a small pool of blood and realized it came from her muzzle. "Would it kill you to greet me? Or even say hello to anyone once and awhile you mouse brained piece of fox dung!" Shadowstrike snapped at his daughter towering over her his claws unsheathed for another strike. "You must be as stupid as your mother to think I'd ever accept YOU as my kin" he growled then grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her out of camp,
idk why but i had this idea to make three warriors ocs.... bloodkit, echokit, and ghostkit....
Bloodkit is a sleek, dark red tom with fierce blood red eyes. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is gentle and caring towards his two best friends, Echokit and Ghostkit. Bloodkit has the unique ability to create a protective shield around himself and those nearby, ensuring that he never gets wounded in battle.
Echokit is a delicate tabby she-cat with bright amber eyes that seem to see beyond the physical realm. She has the special gift of being able to see glimpses of the future, often providing warnings and guidance to her friends and clanmates. Echokit is wise beyond her moons and carries herself with grace and dignity.
Ghostkit is a mysterious white she-cat with ethereal ice blue eyes that seem to hold the mysteries of the stars themselves. She is able to communicate with StarClan and Dark Forest cats in her dreams and even in reality, making her a bridge between the living and the deceased. Ghostkit is often lost in thought, pondering the messages she receives from the spirit world.
Despite their extraordinary abilities, Bloodkit, Echokit, and Ghostkit are shunned by their clanmates who fear their powers and consider them to be outsiders. However, the three kits find solace and strength in their bond with each other, knowing that they are stronger together than apart. (what do ya'll think? and should i make another wc story that these three are the main character's?)
Cyfrin Starblast trudged swiftly through the rain, tugging his cloak closer around him. He kept his head low as he approached the Academy gates. Briskly brushing rain from his coat, he opened the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside. He strode quietly down a long hallway until he reached the principal’s office. Adjusting his hood, he opened the door and entered the room.
Upon entry four fellow cloaked figures turned their heads.
“Cyfrin,” a female voice hissed from behind the expensive desk in the center of the room. “You’re late.” She clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
“There was a slight complication on my mission,” Cyfrin replied, his voice deep.
In the dark room, he could see her raise an eyebrow questioningly. “You weren’t seen, were you?” Her voice was cold and questioning.
“No.”
She looked him over. “Good.” Her gaze lingered before she turned toward the other figures in the room. “Let’s begin, shall we?” She motioned for everyone to take a seat in the shadowy office.
Once everyone was comfortable, she sat down as well and removed her cloak, revealing her face and dragon-like wings. She had long, brown hair that fell around her shoulders and thin lips drawn back in a line. Her wings were a dark yellow-brown color, and she stretched them after the confinement of her cloak. Everybody else kept their hoods up.
“So?” she asked sharply, her eyes on Cyfrin. “Is she what we think she is?”
“It appears she may just be. Of course, she has no idea. Nor does it appear that her parents do,” Cyfrin answered.
“How long do you think until she blazes?” the woman asked.
Cyfrin thought for a moment. “I’d say about three months, give or take. I don’t think she’s experienced any symptoms yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they started soon. I’ve noticed … a change in her,” he finished thoughtfully.
The leader considered the information for a moment before replying. “I want her advanced to Wings Academy early.” She looked at one of the cloaked figures. “Can you do that?”
“Of course. I will arrange it immediately,” the figure replied.
“Won’t it seem a bit strange though, advancing just one student early?” Cyfrin cut in.
The woman turned a piercing gaze upon him. Her expression gentled a little as she said, “You do have a point.” She turned back towards the cloaked figure. “I want you to select two other students to be advanced with her. Choose whoever you think would be best. But no one that will create a spectacle. Do you understand?”
The figure bowed their head and said, “Certainly.”
The woman nodded, satisfied. “This child is our history and our future. The dragonfolk world will never be the same once she rises.”
hahaha! im online school(i go to ovca, k-12 :D im 15 and i still love warrior cats!!!) also, so im at home and i got no school on fridays so..i basiclly play this everyday!
I do online school as well lol! I just got into warrior cats (a friend recommend it to me). I also play this everyday xD. I'm so happy to find a community I fit in with :D
Stormkit was unaware of her parents' concerns. To her, being an only kit was a blessing. She'd heard from Turtlekit that his brother (Deathberrykit) and sister (Flowerkit) greatly peeved him, to the point where he once ran away to FireClan for a short time. Of course, it was only a matter of minutes before he came back, but Stormkit was still awed by his courage.
"Deathberrykit?" Turtlekit had fumed incredulously to Stormkit while the two sat outside the warriors' den. Why had his parents doomed him to forever have to say that the name of his brother was the most dangerous, lethal herb ever encountered? Stormkit listened attentively and patiently to his rantings, excited for her turn to share her world with him.
Cherrytuft and Shadowfall had larger problems than an ugly, some would say grotesque name. For the first bit of bad luck had already fallen, and it was very bad. So bad, in fact, that when Stormkit returned to the nursery, she was able to instantly see what was wrong.
She stood there, motionless, her jaw hanging down, wanting to help, but knowing it would be futile to try.
were able to share stories in comments?!?! :D can i share my warriors stories that ive made? i have made 4 so far! just finished up the forth one last week in fact!
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alright heres the second book!!!!!! echoing silence, book 2: silent song. chapter 1:
It had been many moons since echo and her friends had begun there journey past the clans, “we should stop and rest” hawkpaw now hawk, muttered as she sat down. “We need to keep going!” snake growled “I can smell a fox” ice nodded to his brother, and moth looked at echo expectingly. Echo sighed “I agree with hawk, we need rest, but I also agree with you snake, I smell the fox as well” she mewed looking at the tom as he started to bristle but then his fur laid flat. “I suggest we find a cave or an old fox or badger den” moth meowed suggesting, echo perked up with a purr. “Yes, and we’ll need prey for each of us then tomorrow we will start moving again” echo looked up at the sky, the sun begun turning the sky a scarlet blood red, as the sun started to set. “Look! Over there!” hawk yowled with pride as she came dashing to an old badger set. The five cats all purred with joy, echo rushed over to hawk and pressed her muzzle to hers. Hawk looked at echo with eyes full of pride, ice gave a gentle purr. “Finally, she’s opening up to somebody.” Moth murmured to her brothers, and they nodded. The stars glowed in the night sky as snake, hawk, and ice came back from hunting. Moth and echo were talking about plans for the tribe, echo was grooming her fur sleek smooth listening to moth’s ideas. “So, I’m thinking that for the ranks, every cat as old as 6 moons and older should be called trainee’s and the cats older than that, we should have warrior’s, guards, and hunters.” Echo looked at moth her eyes full of thought. “I like it” ice padded up with a vole in his jaws, and he dropped it at his sister’s paws. “For you moth” he smiled then walked over and grabbed a rabbit eating it. Echo perked up her ears as she heard a rustling in the grass. Snake unsheathed his claws, his hackles starting to rise. Echo looked at snake with calm eyes. Ice leaped onto the rock of the cave, and he gave a yowl as he saw cats coming “it looks like it 4 toms, a she-cat and 3 kits” he told echo, “Kits?! Out here?!” echo yowled her voice edged with worry, as she looked at the snow under her paws. “they’ll freeze without food!!” hawk yowled as she raced towards the strange cats. “Wait!” snake snarled stopping his sister, “move snake!” hawk hissed aiming a paw at her brother. Snake dodged her paw and growled. “We don’t know if these cats are a threat or not hawk!” echo dashed in front of them and growled. “Enough! Snake, think we need cats, yes? I think we should be kind and help these cats, and offer them shelter, they will think of joining us” snake hesitated then nodded. Echo looked at hawk and ice, “you two come with me to greet the cats” she then looked at moth and snake “you two guard the cave” they all nodded. echo, hawk, and ice all stalked through the grass towards the cats. Echo saw that one tom was a ginger tabby, and another was a long-haired grey tom, she then saw a black and white one with a scarred muzzle that gave away his age. And then she looked at a black tom her eyes widen with horror as the tom looked hauntingly familiar, she was desperately searching her mind then she remembered those toms
were firepaw, greypaw, and her father…shadowstrike, ice looked at the she-cat she was a deep brown tabby with white paws. Echo took a deep shaky breath and padded through the grass getting closer to listen to them. “Greyvine, I need to rest” the elder tom croaked. the ginger tom looked back to the elder “we need to keep going sootwhisker.” Sootwhisker glared at the tom, “I said I need rest fireblaze! My paws are aching!” sootwhisker hissed his hackles starting to rise. “My kits need rest as well, shadowstrike could we hunt? We all need food” the she-cat looked at shadowstrike. “of course, crowsong” the tom mewed with a soothing silky tone; echo hissed with disgust “he’s faking the kindness” she growled through gritted teeth. Hawk pressed her pelt to echo’s to calm her. “We should stay as calm as possible; we don’t know what their capable of” hawk whispered soothingly “I know what shadowstrike is capable of” echo snarled “I’ll take care of him”
let me know ANYONE if yall want to read the second book!!
i do!
heres chapter four! the final chapter of book 1!!! hope you all like it!!
Chapter 4: embracing the future.
“what’s wrong echo?” moth’paw laid her tail on echo’s shoulder. “I um…my name isn’t really echo” ice’paw bristled and his eyes filled with fear he stepped a paw closer to her starting to unsheathe his claws “who are you then?” he asked softly, echo did not answer. “I SAID WHO ARE YOU FOX-HEART?!” He snapped and losing patience he clawed her muzzle reopening her wound shadowstrike gave her. “m-my name is e-echo’paw o-of th-thunderclan!” she whimpered, fear in her eyes, and trembling. Snake’paw snarled “I knew she smelled different!” moth’paw and hawk’paw stopped the toms from doing anything farther. “Boys stop!!!” moth’paw hissed “she lied to us! TO ME!!!!” ice’paw yowled with pure rage “she might have had a reason for it ice’paw!” hawkpaw growled her tail lashing from side to side and she looked at echo’paw blushing faintly and then she sat down averting echopaw’s gaze “well? Explain yourself you fur-ball!” snake’paw hissed, echo’paw sighed and explained her story. “and when I didn’t answer him again he scarred me and dragged me out a-and said that..thunderclan has no need for weaklings…l-like me” echo’paw trembled and collapsed but before she fell hawkpaw dashed to catch her, the siblings all looked at each other sympathy in their eyes snakepaw sighed “we know what its feel like to be disowned by your parents” hawkpaw whimpered and looked at her paws clearly hurt, ice’paw snarled “our mother told us that she wishes that a badger would kill us and she wished we we’re never born.” Ice’paw flattened his ears in anger “she said that we are disappointments to her” moth’paw muttered as she hugged her sister “I’m so sorry, I never knew it was that hard for you all” Echopaw mewed her eyes filled with sadness. “But what about your father? Doesn’t he calm her down?” snakepaw yowled with fury clearly offended by the she-cats question. “Our father is dead! And when he was alive, he never cared two mouse tails about us!!, if he did, he sure as badgers stripes didn’t show it.” echo’paw gasped taken back by his anger but in all she did understand his anger. “What about your mother? Does she help your father?” ice’paw meowed, daring to ask the same question, he jumped back, startled as echo’paws eyes became slits of rage and she unsheathes her claws and dug them into the ground, they were all taken back by her sudden rage “I never knew my mother, shadowstrike stole me from her when I was born and I’m sure since she never stopped him she never cared a fox’s fangs about me!!!” she yowled. Ice’paw grinned a devilish smile playing on his lips, knowing this was a daring sentence, because he and his siblings were from windclan and echo’paw formally from thunderclan so they would be breaking the code being friends, he spoke up, his voice laced with determination, “I say we join together, and we all run away, we won’t have to worry about anything or anyone else” echo’paw smirked “I like that idea but we should actually create a clan, no wait…not a clan, but a tribe and, we should have our own rules and ranks and ways of doing things” she scanned around the four cats, they all were grinning and smirking with tails lashing. “But who will be the leader? And we need a tribe name.” snake’paw meowed echo’paw smirked “I will be leader but first we will need to find a home, and cats to join us before I take the title” she purred, the cats all meowed in agreement. “And last of all we need a tribe name” echo’paw mewed “I think I know what we should be called” hawkpaw muttered shyly shuffling her paws against the soft grass. Mothpaw gave a smirk to her sister snakepaw let a purr rumble in his throat. Ice’paw smiled “say your idea sis” ice’paw meowed laying his tail on hawk’paws shoulder, hawk’paw smiled her eyes beaming with pride. “I think we should be named the tribe of echoing silence” all the cats perked at the name knowing that name suited them perfectly, they all yowled in agreement and echo’paw knew it was the start of a new story, a new life, a new journey. As they walked toward the sunset, echo’paw looked back past the hills to thunderclan camp she realized, she will never go back to her old life, and so she turned and walked off with her friends, and after that. She never looked back.
Aww :) 1000/10 best book ever
~ Chapter Two ~
Avery climbed into the back of her mom’s blue car and closed the door.
“How was school?” her mom asked as she always did. It didn’t annoy Avery the way a repeated question like that may annoy other teenagers. She liked that her mom cared, and it didn’t feel like she was just saying it because it was routine. Her mom began to drive.
“Actually, it was kinda weird,” Avery confessed.
“How so?” Mrs. Clay asked, looking at Avery in the rearview mirror.
“I think I’ll wait until the whole family is together to explain it all. That way I’ll only have to tell the story once,” she said.
“Ok,” her mom replied after a moment. Then she asked, “Today was Finals for this first semester, right?”
“It was!” Avery said. She told her mom about how everything went fairly smoothly, besides students not staying calm while the teacher reviewed their grades. After she was finished she asked, “Ryan home from Wings Academy, right? For winter break?”
“Mhm, he is. We’re going to make his favorite for dinner, too. Tuna and mac,” Mrs. Clay said.
Avery smiled. Tuna mixed with Kraft mac’n’cheese was definitely her older brother’s favorite. Avery remembered this one time when Ryan was probably about seven and he ate three bowls of mac’n’cheese. He would’ve eaten a fourth if there had been more, but there wasn’t and six-year-old Avery didn’t want to give her’s up. Apparently he had skipped snack between lunch and dinner on purpose so he could be extra hungry.
Avery also loved mac’n’cheese, though she couldn’t understand why Ryan liked mixing tuna into it. It ruined the texture! On its own, mac’n’cheese was creamy and warm. But when you added room-temperature tuna, it just was not right.
“I feel like I haven’t seen Ryan in forever,” Avery remarked. “When was the last time he came home? Thanksgiving?”
“Yep,” Avery’s mom said. “Which, if I recall correctly, was only three weeks ago.”
“Mom,” Avery said.
“What?” Mrs. Clay said.
“Did you hear yourself?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” her mom asked, twisting back to look at Avery for a moment before turning back to the road.
“You said ‘only’. Like as if three weeks isn’t a long time to not see your son,” Avery said teasingly.
Her mom rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” Avery said challengingly.
Mrs. Clay laughed and shook her head. By now they had turned onto their street. After a few seconds, they came to their house.
The Clays’ house was average in size; single-story, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a small yard. The pillars on each side of the garage and by the porch were inlaid with rectangle blue stones in an irregular pattern that gave the house a sort of natural feel. The front yard was small and had a single willow set off on the left side. The beautiful tree was surrounded by tall grass that had purple and blue wildflowers scattered throughout it. The walkway was made of large, round gray stones with bright green moss filling in the gaps.
Mrs. Clay pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. They both climbed out and each grabbed their bags; Mrs. Clay her red purse, and Avery her dark green backpack. Avery watched as her mother’s purse moved to her hand without her touching it. Mrs. Clay was a Moonblazer, meaning she could manipulate energy relating to moonlight. This ability also gave her telekinesis.
As the two of them walked up towards the front door the sweet scent of the wildflowers filled their lungs. Avery took a deep breath, and as she let it out she realized that soon she wouldn’t be coming home every day after school. She would be at Wings Academy, the most prestigious high school in the land. The school that everyone wanted to get into. In the principal's office, she hadn’t thought about what it would be like to not come home every day. Of course, they had talked about packing, but now it was all starting to truly sink in.
Mrs. Clay pulled her keys out and unlocked the front door. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, Avery close behind. Avery closed the front door, and when she turned she saw Ryan standing a few feet away.
“Ryan!” she exclaimed, and embraced him. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“I’ve missed you too,” he said shyly, his hands in his pockets. Ryan was the type of boy who was reserved and didn’t talk much, so Avery wasn’t surprised by his demeanor.
“You’ve grown so much since summer!” Avery commented.
Ryan shrugged, but it was true. When Ryan had first left for Wings Academy, Avery and he had been nearly the same height. Ryan had only been half an inch taller. But now he was a clear inch taller than Avery, if not an inch and a half. Of course, Avery had seen Ryan on multiple occasions since last summer, but for some reason the change felt especially noticeable this time.
Besides his height, not much had changed about him. He still had the same wavy red hair, which was combed back neatly, and the same shy smile he had worn since he was little.
“So how’s school been?” Ryan asked.
“Fine. Today was finals for the first semester, which ended a bit differently than I’d anticipated,” she finished. When Ryan looked at her confusedly she said, “I’ll explain at dinner.”
this is good :)
it would be cooler if there was a bit more suspense at the end, but i really like it!
does anyone want chapter 4? the final chapter of the first book?
THE FINAL CHAPTER?! that is so sad
but yes I want it!!
dont worry lol i have three other books of the franchise that ive made XD
NOOOURR THE FINAL ONE? But yes ples
i feel like this is no longer a wc chat XD its a story chat LOL
me too LOL
FR
HERE WE GO! Constructive criticism is wanted :D
Chapter One: Who?
“Finally, you woke up!” I heard Rori say as I lifted my head from my desk. “Yeah, yeah.” I mumbled under my breath. As I reached into my bag to grab a piece of gum, I had found an old note from my mom saying “Hey dear! I hope you’re having a good day so far. I forgot to pack your lunch though… so sorry! – Mom.” I smiled as I remember when I had first read it in 4th grade. “Mrs. Crow, is your bag more interesting than my lesson?” I darted my head up to see my teacher, Mrs. Yarrow, looking at me with a serious stare. I glanced around to see everyone staring at me. My face turned red as tomato. “Sorry Mrs.” I answer quickly. I swept my hair back behind my ear, as I tried not to look at everyone looking at me. As the bell rang, I quickly packed my bag and ran out the class room to my locker. I shoved my bag into the locker then wiped the sweat off my face. I walked to lunch while trying to find my friends.
I spotted River walking out of the library; she always has her face in a book. “River!” I shouted. She quickly turned her head to look at me, dropping her book in the process. “Oh, hey Imara!” River exclaimed. “Do you know where Rori and Amber are?” I asked. “I saw Amber just a bit ago… but I can’t seem to remember when I saw Rori last.” River said. “Huh...” I said concerned. We both walked to lunch, keeping our eyes peeled for Amber and Rori. I walked over to a table and sat down waiting for River to get her lunch. Before River could come sit by me, Laura Hopkin sat by me. “Hey!” Laura greeted me. “Uhm, hi.” I said slowly. “Hey Laura, have you seen Rori at all?” I asked. She looked at me confuesed, “Who…?” “Rori Hanns? Your cousin?” I said. “I don’t have any cousin named Rori.” She said as she raised her eyebrow. Laura walked away from me, worried. River and Amber came over a bit after Laura left. “Guys guess what!” I announced to the two. “Chicken butt?” They both guessed synchronized. “No what?” I looked at them with a concerned look on my face. “Anyway,” I said, “Laura didn’t know who Rori was! She acted like she didn’t exist!” There was a huge akward silence. “Who?” Amber asked.
I looked at them and said, “Is this a joke…?” Amber scoffed, “No? Who is Rori?” I heard Amber ask. I gasped under my breath. “You’re kidding.” I stuttered. “Imara are you okay?” River asked. I started to stutter my words, just saying gibberish at that point. The bell rang and Amber quickly left, River swiftly followed behind. Hours later, I headed towards the bus pickup. I spotted Amber and River talking to each other. They glanced over at me and quickly went onto the bus. I sighed. I entered the bus and headed to the back. I sat down and pulled my sketch book out of my bag and started doodling. As I watched everyone talk to their friends, happy, but I couldn’t feel that in that moment. I was more worried about what happened to Rori. I looked out my window when the bus passed by Rori’s house, and it was just trees. I could’ve sworn I saw one of the trees glitch. I closed my eyes in attempt to try to relax, but the bus hit a bump and I jumped awake. “Last stop is coming up!” I heard the bus driver say. I put my sketchbook back into my bag, and got ready to leave. As the bus pulled to a stop, I walked up to the door slowly, but I didn’t realize some one was sticking out their leg to trip me. “Hey!” I screeched as I fell. I heard two girls laugh, “Sorry!” I heard one say. I got up and walked to the front of the bus ready to leave. The doors seemed to refuse to open. I gently pushed the door to open but nothing worked. “Uhm, could I get some help?” I asked politely. I watched as the bus driver pressed the open-door button multiple times but to no prevail. I pushed against the door and the door busted open causing me to fall out. All I could hear was the laughter from everyone on the bus. I quickly got up and fast walked to the front door of my house. Not realizing I left my bag on the bus; I turned around in a panic just to see the bus had left. I sighed in anger sitting down by a tree. I waited hours for my mother to return to unlock the front door.
Finally, after hours I watched her car pull into the driveway. I watched her walk up to the front door unlocking it. I snuck up behind her. “AH!” I heard my mother scream. “Sorry mom!” I said apologetically, rubbing the back of my neck. “What were you doing?! You should be asleep by now.” She scolded me. “Sorry I left my bag on the bus so I couldn’t unlock the door.” I said bashfully. My mother rolled her eyes and walked into the house. I walked to my room and closed the door. I laid down onto my bed, waiting for pure relation to come over my body. Right as I drifted off to sleep, I remembered how my friends didn’t know who Rori was. (END OF CHAPTER ONE)
The Disappearing Cousin of Imara Crow
LOL
this is great!!
Thanks lol, but Rori is just Imaras best friend, sorry that you misunderstood it lol xD
ohhh oops :)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Its so good!
ty :)
this is really good. I want chapter 2! Also... I can't find you in my story's comments, are you an over borders fan nowadays? (dont feel bad, i kinda am too)
Sorry lol. Dw chapter two is in works as I haven't finished this book yet (just started last month lol). And kinda? I cant figure out how to change the tail color- (On over borders)
on top of the settings, there are some green leaves pointing up. click on each green leaf to switch to a different set of settings. one of them will be tails.
OMG TYY
I know I felt the same way when I figured that out
Stormsong: Chapter 3
"What's... what's wrong with Dadda?" asked Stormkit, eyes tearing up. Cherrytuft purred gently into Stormkit's ear. "Don't you worry, Stormy-Storm."
"Daddy's not supposed to be on the floor like that!"
Shadowfall lay on the ground, twitching and writhing in pain. Occasionally he coughed, then bent over sharply, as if the small sound had caused his chest to catch on fire. "Daddy!" cried Stormkit. She began to wail. Then she abruptly stopped. "Is this... the bad luck?"
"The what?! Who told you about that?" said Cherrytuft.
"I heard you talking about it yesterday," said Stormkit.
"You know you were a bad omen? Oh, baby-"
"I was a... what?! I..." Stormkit stopped, standing rigid, silent. "Stormkit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean- " started Cherrytuft, scooping the kit in for a hug, but she wriggled away. "I made Daddy sick! I can't be around anymore! I'm going to- I'm going to leave!"
"No, Stormy, I-"
"I won't leave camp. Not yet, anyway. Don't worry about me. I'm doing you a favor, letting you never see me again." Stormkit leapt out of the nursery in one single bound, running with all her might. She didn't know where she'd go, but she'd go somewhere far, far away. She knew there was no saving Shadowfall.
But she could save Cherrytuft.
THAT IS SO SAD OMG
is that a good thing or a bad thing LOL
Good dw lol
um why am I not getting any replies besides yours? i thought i had four fans.
ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE NOW?!
or is everyone else just working on their own stories XD
everyone is probably writing their own books xD
i wonder what happens next
chapter 4 has already come out, read that to find out! :)
AMAZING! But it's so sad :(
heres chapter 3! borders and bonds!
Chapter 3: borders and bonds
“what’s a rouge like you doing around here? Don’t you know this is windclan territory? And by the looks of your scars, you are in no mood to fight” he gave a smirk sitting down with his tail curled neatly next to his paws. Echo bristled “are you calling me weak?” she hissed curling her lip revealing thorn sharp teeth, the tom chuckled “of course not…kitty” he circled her with a grin across his muzzle and his eyes gleaming “I just think you need rest because whoever you fought, they gave you a tough time.” The tom licked his paw drawing it over his ear and his eyes softened the threat faded from his eyes and his eyes were filled with friendliness, “my name is ice’paw, I am an apprentice of windclan a strong one at that! I will be a warrior soon I just need three more moons”- the tom grumbled -“of dumb apprentice duties.” “I’m on a border patrol right now and my clan has already had their share of prey so luckily I’m able to eat.” Ice’paw purred “wanna share a mouse or two? You look like you haven’t eaten in days” he meowed as he gave his chest fur a few licks “yes please, but won’t your clanmates punish you if they find you allowing a rouge like me onto your borders and eating your prey?” echo mewed questioning the tom tilting her head to the side, ice’paw chuckled “don’t worry tallstar is pretty understanding so no he won’t, but ya my clanmates might not agree with it” he meowed as he munched on a mouse he had caught and passed a rabbit to her. Echo munched on the rabbit, her ears pricked as she heard cats coming and by the sound of it there were three of them, she started to bristle, ice’paw gave a soft smirk with a glance at her. “Do not worry it is just my siblings if you are thinking they are gonna hurt you your wrong, they will not ok, your safe. Well snake’paw may attempt to pounce on you, but I won’t allow him to I promise you” echo nodded her fur laid flat and the 3 apprentices came closer “WHAT IN STARCLAN is a flea-bitten rouge doing on our territory ice’paw?!” a white and grey tom identified as snake’paw snarled and glared at echo “calm down snake’paw by the looks of it, she’s not a threat to us” a tortoiseshell she-cat purred echo smiled and sat down, another she-cat who was a white tabby with a scar along her eye down to her side shuffled her paws shyly “I’m echo, what are your names?” echo looked at the she-cats and the tom with a sweet smile. “I’m Moth’paw” the tortoiseshell she-cat purred “I’m hawkpaw” the tabby mewed shyly. “I’m snake’paw” the tom growled his fur still a bit bristling, Moth’paw cuffed her brother’s ear with a sheathed paw snake’paw gave a hiss and growled forcing his fur to lie flat and sheathed his claws, “and you already know me, my names ice’paw” the calico tom said with a bright smile. echo smiled at them all her heart filling with happiness, and the four all chatted until sunset, they shared prey and, then her heart sank, knowing that if these cats were gonna be her friends, she can’t hide the truth from them, and she flattened her ears in sadness the siblings all looked at echo in confusion.
:O this is so good omg
this is amazing
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
does anyone want chapter 3 of Stormsong?
HECK YEAH
ok ok then i'll work on it :)
I JUST WROTE IT!!!!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS :D
does anyone want chapter 3 of my story?
i do!
YES >:D
meeeee
LOL beekit has become beewhistle, and riverkit has become riverbreeze
Would yall like to read the first chapter of my book im working on? Its not warrior cats but like- everyone is sharing their stories lol
yes!!! :)
Alr gimme a bit lol
yes! i want to hear it!
tell me what yall think of this family tree. (bloodstar: me) bloodstar x dustfeather, kits: ryekit, redkit. bloodstar x breezestar, kits: beekit, riverkit. bloodstar x nightwhisper, kits: darkkit, ghostkit and lionkit. and finally. bloodstar x duskfall, kits: whitekit, robinkit, lilykit. [i just realized i named two kits after my parents XD] bloodstar x fallenfeather, kits: (name ideas please)
badgerkit, pumpkinkit, and waspkit?
my friends
Avery tapped her pencil against her desk. Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap. She stretched her dark, purple-magenta wings and turned around to glance at the clock. 17 minutes left. She sighed, and began to twirl a strand of her thick red hair.
Avery was used to being the first one done with her tests, but today it felt like time was crawling at a snail’s pace. Which was a bit silly, Avery reflected, considering it wasn’t like she was anxious to get her exam results. Avery was a straight-A student, and she always did well on tests. Always. 8th-grade semester one finals would be no different.
Finally the teacher, who was sitting at a sturdy mahogany desk at the front of the room, called for the students to take their tablets up to the front of the room for final grading. There was a rustle as students got up from their wooden stools and walked toward the front of the classroom. Avery set her tablet down on the growing pile of electronics and headed back to her desk. Everyone seemed to be in a rush to sit back down, and Avery held her wings close to her back in an attempt to not get tangled in another student’s wings. At last, everyone returned to their seats.
“Now, you all be good students while I go evaluate your test scores,” the teacher said in a commanding voice. Mrs. Crest was a tall woman about 34 years old with long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, and deep brown wings that had a reddish hue to them. “That means behave,” she added, narrowing her bright blue eyes at a pair of boys who were known to be mischievous. Then she opened her office door, and went inside.
Within an instant, the room descended into chaos. Students rushed over to friends’ desks to chat about things from the latest gossip, to what answers they got on the test. Paper airplanes were flying above. With a chuckle, Avery realized that if the ceiling were any higher they’d be jumping off desks and flying around.
After about 15 minutes, Mrs. Crest finally came back in. There was an even louder ruckus as students clambered back to their stools. Avery ran her hands through her hair with impatience.
“Congratulations students, most of you did very well,” Mrs. Crest said. Avery heard a few students sigh with relief. Thinking the teacher was done, Avery began to get up. “There are a few of you I would like to talk to after class. Avery Clay, Camilla Billingsley, and Fiona Brinson, please meet the principal and me in his office in 30 minutes.” Avery slammed back into her chair and the color drained from her face. What had she done wrong? She couldn’t have failed her finals, right? She didn’t hear Mrs. Crest’s dismissal. In a confused haze, she walked mechanically out the door and into the halfway.
***
30 minutes later, Avery sat in the soft chair in the principal’s office. Avery had never been inside the principal’s office before. It wasn’t a large room. There was a mahogany desk like the ones the teachers sat at in the classrooms, and behind that there was a small window with white curtains that let light in.
In front of the desk there were three stools, the rightmost being where Avery sat now. In the middle was Fiona Brinson, and on the far left sat Camilla Billingsley. Fiona had light blond hair cut in an A-line bob, and was wearing a simple purple T-shirt and medium-wash jeans. Her wings were a deep yellow-gold that complimented her hair nicely. Avery didn’t know much about her. All she knew was that she sat a row behind and a few desks to the left of Avery in class.
Camilla she knew even less about; she was known to be quiet and to always sit in the back of the room, unlike Avery who always chose the front row so they had never conversed. She had long, dark hair and medium-toned skin, and her wings were a very dark green that flashed teal and blue when the light them at the right angle. She wore plain skinny jeans with a plain white tank top to match and a jean jacket. An extra stool had been pulled up next to the principal’s behind the desk for Mrs. Crest.
Several moments passed in silence. Finally, Fiona blurted out, “Just tell us how badly we scored.” Her despairing face was a reflection of both Avery’s and Camilla’s.
Mrs. Crest laughed. “Badly? Why, you three are here for quite the opposite reason!” She paused. “The principal and I have been watching you three for a while. We planted extra questions at the end of your tests, and all three of you answered them correctly.”
All three girls’ brows twisted in confusion. “Why?” Camilla asked.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Mrs. Crest replied.
“I mean why did you plant those questions at the end of our tests? And why is it important that we answered them correctly?” Camilla pressed.
“Because those questions were a test to see if you qualify to transfer to Wings Academy next semester,” Mrs. Crest answered. All three students drew in a sharp breath. Wings Academy was the most prestigious dragonfolk high school and it was extremely difficult to get in, mostly because students’ evaluations weren’t based on their test grades. Avery was sure of this because her older brother, Ryan, had gotten in last year and Avery knew for a fact that they did not pick him for the letter written on his final report card.
Typically during 8th grade finals of the second semester all the teachers observed each student very closely, comparing them to some mysterious rubric. Their system was so intricate and unlike any other that no one, in the whole history of the dragonfolk, had been able to unravel and cheat it. So why had Fiona Brinson, Camilla Billingsley, and her been tested if that’s not how it worked? And better yet, why at the end of the first semester and not the last?
A million other questions swam in Avery’s head, but she decided to only voice the second one. “Why did you test us now and not next semester?”
Before either the principal or Mrs. Crest could respond though, Fiona interrupted. “There’s no way this is right. You’re pranking us, aren’t you? Wow, I thought as adults you would be past teasing children about Wings Academy, but apparently I was wrong.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Miss Brinson!” Principal Banks exclaimed. “This is not a joke! Wings Academy is an amazing opportunity that is to be taken seriously! We do not prank students with it,” he said sternly.
“Now now, Principal Banks,” Mrs. Crest said, her voice calm as a rippleless lake. “Miss Brinson is just surprised, that’s all. After all, this is the first time this has ever happened, and she has reason to think this is all a hoax.” She looked at the three of us. “However, it is not. You really have all been accepted to Wings Academy, and you will finish the year there with the 9th graders. You will essentially be skipping the second semester of 8th grade,” she finished.
Silence followed. Then Camilla spoke. “I want to see the acceptance certificates,” she said.
“Very well,” Principal Banks said, opening a drawer in his desk. He pulled out three blue folders with their names written on them and passed them to Camilla.
She gently slipped the certificates out. Imprinted in golden wax on the smooth paper was the school’s official seal. At the top the seal read “Wings Academy High School”. Below that there was an open book with dragon wings behind it. And below that was the school’s slogan: “Knowledge is your wings to the future”.
She studied the seal intently for what felt like a great deal of time before she finally turned towards Fiona and Avery. “They’re real,” she said. “See these little words etched into the border?” She pointed at the edge of the seal. “And these swirls in the background?” She pointed again. “A forgery wouldn’t have them. This is indeed the real thing.” She handed the certificates back to the principal.
Indeed the real thing–the words echoed in Avery’s head. She, Avery Clay, has indeed been accepted to Wings Academy–and a semester early, too! It all felt strangely surreal. She had been dreaming of this day since preschool, and to think that it had truly come seemed impossible. Avery wondered if it was like this for everyone who got in, or if the unexpectedness of her acceptance was the cause for it. Surely she wasn’t the only one who felt like she must be in a dream?
After a moment Fiona spoke, bringing Avery out of her reverie. “How’d you know to look for those things on the seal?” she asked.
Camilla shrugged casually. “I read a lot of murder mysteries.”
“How does that–,” Fiona began, but she was cut off by Mrs. Crest.
“Over winter break you will receive a package with everything you will need for school. This includes your dorm room information, campus maps, school crest, and packing list, to name a few things. You will be expected to pack only the things on the packing list, and not more. If every student brought all of their things, dorms would be a mess, and we can’t have that!” Mrs. Crest finished.
“So that’s really it?” Avery asked.
“What do you mean ‘really it’?” Mrs. Crest asked.
“I mean, we go home, tell our parents that we got accepted to Wings Academy a semester early, and start packing? It’s as easy as that?” Avery clarified.
“Yes,” Mrs. Crest answered.
The three students exchanged amazed glances. Even though they had studied the certificates and discussed it immensely, it still felt unreal.
Principal Banks dismissed them soon after, telling them to get a good night’s rest before they began packing. And so Avery found herself in the hallway with two girls she didn’t know having just received the most unexpected news she ever had in her 13 years alive.
“Did that just happen?” Avery asked hesitantly. Fiona, who was shocked into silence, did not answer.
Camilla muttered something that sounded like, “Apparently,” but Avery wasn’t quite sure, so she didn’t say anything.
They walked in silence towards the student pick-up center for a while before anyone finally spoke again.
They were almost to the double doors leading outside when suddenly Fiona said, “Maybe we should get each other’s phone numbers. So we can stick together.” She paused. “I mean, won’t it be easier to transfer if we have each other?” she asked.
Avery and Camilla exchanged a glance, and shrugged. “I guess so,” Avery said.
“Cool,” Fiona replied. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and opened her contact list. “So what’re your numbers?”
Avery and Camilla told her, and they all added each other to their contacts. “I’ll make us a group chat. That way we can all talk together,” Camilla said, pushing a few buttons on her sparkly red phone.
Once that was done, they told each other goodbye and pushed open the dark double doors.
wow thats good, i like it!
i love it i cant wait for chapter 2!
what happens if i say no to dustfeather about going on a walk with duskfall? will he still be ok with me?
i have
you have what?
Chapter 2: the windclan calico
Echopaw struggled from her father’s strong grip. With a wave of anger, she realized everyone saw what happened in camp, but no one stopped it, her eyes turned to slits of anger mixed with sadness then with a yowl of pain she felt shadowstrike throw her, with a jolt and a roar of a monster rushing past her, in her ears she realized shadowstrike threw her near the thunder path. "Maybe a life as a disgusting kittypet will keep you out of my sights! thunderclan has no need for WEAKLINGS like you!!" He snarled and with one last slash at her throat he stalked off. Echopaw snarled and limped around the border asking herself, what should she do? She lifted her head as she saw a lean muscular body of a tom walking toward her, with panic pricking at her fur she realized she couldn’t smell because of the blood that had encrusted on her nose, if the tom was from a clan or not, and she knew because of her scars she looked weak and defeated, so she ran a few tail lengths away and as she was near the stream she groaned in disgust at getting her paws wet she closed her eyes and mustered up her courage, then one paw after another she stepped into the stream, shivering at the cold. As she walked out of the stream, she felt the blood from her nose clear up. as pride swelled in her chest realizing she could smell again, fear prickled her fur as the tom drew nearer and nearer, she panicked looking from side to side, she knew she would stand no chance against him and she knew she couldn’t go back to the camp because her father would kill her in one snap, and so she sat down curling her tail around her paws as the tom came into view a few mouse lengths away she saw he was a dark calico with eyes as blue as ice, the tom had his ears flattened to his head and his claws unsheathed and his tail lashing gently Echopaw saw that he had unusual long claws, she swallowed uncomfortably knowing this tom was a killer. “who are you?” the tom growled “my name is echo”- Echopaw stopped herself she knew that if this tom knew she was an apprentice of one of the clans he would think she was crossing to his border and chase her off or kill her and she knew she couldn’t run because he would probably chase her, “my name is echo” she mewed lifting her chin with a slight sweet smile trying to look as polite as possible.
oh that is so cool!! "my name is echo- uh, yeah, um... just echo..." lol
awesome
lol wanna hear chapter 3?! i might just make my entire games about these books and put them on scratch, but rn my coding is TRASH sooooooooo i am gonna have NO idea how to make a scrtach game into a book lol
Lol I think you should try :D
anyone here are ya'll good or...decent coders? cuz i NEEEEEEEEED help Y^Y
me and nightwhisper had kits together and had a great relationship AND SHE STILL KILLED HERSELF!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 why my love?! WHYYYYYYYY
haha
well now she won't find out when you take a different mate >:)
hehehe im mates with both breezestar AND nightwhisper, and dustfeather! im bout to mate with duskfall after i have kits with dustfeather
that's a lot of mates
do yall wanna hear chapter 2 of my story?
you can't get her back
and yes i totally wanna hear chapter 2
QUESTION OF THE WEEK #2
would you rather: want the ability to be able to see starclan and dark forest cats in AND out of dreams? OR would you want the ability to be able to practically be a shield for you and your friends, and never be wounded in battle?
Oo hard! Probably starclan and dark forest cats tho
because everyone is sharing their stories I decided to share mine too so here it is
Moon Prologue
Spot walked up to the wailing kit. He looked at the kit for a moment then flicked his tail in disapproval. I thought the badger would have killed him, not the other one he thought.
But as he looked into the weaker kit's eyes he saw fear. After a few seconds, he tried to put on his most friendly face and said: “Hello young kit my name is Spot. come with me if you want to live”
The kit looked unconvinced "I'm just here to help you. I saw what happened to your mother" After he said that he saw a flash of sadness in the kit's eyes but after a few minutes, the kit said, “Oo..ok...” Huh, this kit is easily convinced. Maybe this kit is good for my plans after all…
aaaah this is so spooky and good! i love it! :)
thank you so much!
OOOO this is good :D
Thanks so much :)
np :3
heres my story...i um...hope you like it. echoing silence, book 1: the beginning. chapter 1: the outcast.
Echopaw sat in the shadows of the clan walls like she always would, and she watched as her clan would go about its normal day, firepaw and greypaw saw her from the corners of their eyes, ravenpaw was eating a vole so for once he paid no attention to anything. "I'm gonna go see if she's doing ok" firepaw muttered grabbing a thrush from the fresh-kill pile, "what you got a crush on her or something?" Greypaw said with a teasing tone and a playful hiss. Firepaw flattened his ears in embarrassment and just walked on to Echopaw not paying greypaw any attention. "Hey, Echopaw, um you want to join Me the guys for a hunting session later? Tigerclaw and lionheart are letting us do a hunt on our own" firepaw's fur prickled with hope. "And um I was hoping you'd like to join us" Echopaw's eyes were glazed with sadness as she was lost in her thought. She looked at firepaw and nodded softly and muttered, "at least it'll get me out of camp and for once I'll want to be near other cats" she said with a shrug and sniffed the thrush firepaw gave her and she began eating it Firepaw gave a smile and then walked off, Echopaw sighed she knew she couldn't stay cooped up in camp for her whole life, so what could she do? Just die now. Or finally do something with her fox brained life. She, Firepaw, greypaw, and ravenpaw all hunted until sunset, the toms had already made their way back to camp and Echopaw told them she wanted to stay and still hunt for a bit. She then caught the scent of a vole and crouched down into the ground and then saw its plump tan pelt and its teeth nibbling on some nuts, she gave a soft grin then immediately struck a pounce and the creature squeaked and whimpered in pain at the grip of the she-cats strong paw, Echopaw silenced its pain with a swift bite at its throat. She carried everything she had caught back to camp and instead of being welcomed by purrs of joy, warmth, and proud meows, the young she-cat was greeted with looks of astonishment and confusion. She stifled a defeated sigh and put her prey in the fresh-kill pile, it seemed like a mountain now it was as tall as the biggest Tom in the clans. As moonlight shined down into the camp, Echopaw's grey fur seemed to turn a beautiful and magnificent silver. She saw the black body and amber eyes of the stone like Tom, she knew very well. her father, shadowstrike. She approached him with her head down like always. "Hello Echopaw" the tom mewed coldly; she did not reply she only sat down staring at her paws as she felt her father’s amber eyes burn into her fur. "I said hello" shadowstrike gave a small hiss not attracting attention. She still did not reply, then she was met with sharp and strong claws along her muzzle, she gave a gasp of surprise as she stared into her father's blazing eyes, she looked at the ground as saw a small pool of blood and realized it came from her muzzle. "Would it kill you to greet me? Or even say hello to anyone once and awhile you mouse brained piece of fox dung!" Shadowstrike snapped at his daughter towering over her his claws unsheathed for another strike. "You must be as stupid as your mother to think I'd ever accept YOU as my kin" he growled then grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her out of camp,
OMG its so good i love it :D
this is great!
It's so good lol!
I play it in school to I love this game to 😀 and also I like the story.
idk why but i had this idea to make three warriors ocs.... bloodkit, echokit, and ghostkit....
Bloodkit is a sleek, dark red tom with fierce blood red eyes. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is gentle and caring towards his two best friends, Echokit and Ghostkit. Bloodkit has the unique ability to create a protective shield around himself and those nearby, ensuring that he never gets wounded in battle.
Echokit is a delicate tabby she-cat with bright amber eyes that seem to see beyond the physical realm. She has the special gift of being able to see glimpses of the future, often providing warnings and guidance to her friends and clanmates. Echokit is wise beyond her moons and carries herself with grace and dignity.
Ghostkit is a mysterious white she-cat with ethereal ice blue eyes that seem to hold the mysteries of the stars themselves. She is able to communicate with StarClan and Dark Forest cats in her dreams and even in reality, making her a bridge between the living and the deceased. Ghostkit is often lost in thought, pondering the messages she receives from the spirit world.
Despite their extraordinary abilities, Bloodkit, Echokit, and Ghostkit are shunned by their clanmates who fear their powers and consider them to be outsiders. However, the three kits find solace and strength in their bond with each other, knowing that they are stronger together than apart. (what do ya'll think? and should i make another wc story that these three are the main character's?)
this is soooo cool
Heck yeah you should!
this is my friends
~ Prologue ~
Cyfrin Starblast trudged swiftly through the rain, tugging his cloak closer around him. He kept his head low as he approached the Academy gates. Briskly brushing rain from his coat, he opened the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside. He strode quietly down a long hallway until he reached the principal’s office. Adjusting his hood, he opened the door and entered the room.
Upon entry four fellow cloaked figures turned their heads.
“Cyfrin,” a female voice hissed from behind the expensive desk in the center of the room. “You’re late.” She clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
“There was a slight complication on my mission,” Cyfrin replied, his voice deep.
In the dark room, he could see her raise an eyebrow questioningly. “You weren’t seen, were you?” Her voice was cold and questioning.
“No.”
She looked him over. “Good.” Her gaze lingered before she turned toward the other figures in the room. “Let’s begin, shall we?” She motioned for everyone to take a seat in the shadowy office.
Once everyone was comfortable, she sat down as well and removed her cloak, revealing her face and dragon-like wings. She had long, brown hair that fell around her shoulders and thin lips drawn back in a line. Her wings were a dark yellow-brown color, and she stretched them after the confinement of her cloak. Everybody else kept their hoods up.
“So?” she asked sharply, her eyes on Cyfrin. “Is she what we think she is?”
“It appears she may just be. Of course, she has no idea. Nor does it appear that her parents do,” Cyfrin answered.
“How long do you think until she blazes?” the woman asked.
Cyfrin thought for a moment. “I’d say about three months, give or take. I don’t think she’s experienced any symptoms yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they started soon. I’ve noticed … a change in her,” he finished thoughtfully.
The leader considered the information for a moment before replying. “I want her advanced to Wings Academy early.” She looked at one of the cloaked figures. “Can you do that?”
“Of course. I will arrange it immediately,” the figure replied.
“Won’t it seem a bit strange though, advancing just one student early?” Cyfrin cut in.
The woman turned a piercing gaze upon him. Her expression gentled a little as she said, “You do have a point.” She turned back towards the cloaked figure. “I want you to select two other students to be advanced with her. Choose whoever you think would be best. But no one that will create a spectacle. Do you understand?”
The figure bowed their head and said, “Certainly.”
The woman nodded, satisfied. “This child is our history and our future. The dragonfolk world will never be the same once she rises.”
wow that's good i might share my story that I made
wow thats amazing, maybe the best
i'm already a huge cyfril stardust fan :)
OOOO ME LIKIEE
Please don't tell me I'm the only one who is playing this at school when I'm supposed to do work I love this game too much 😭
lol i do it to
hahaha! im online school(i go to ovca, k-12 :D im 15 and i still love warrior cats!!!) also, so im at home and i got no school on fridays so..i basiclly play this everyday!
I do online school as well lol! I just got into warrior cats (a friend recommend it to me). I also play this everyday xD. I'm so happy to find a community I fit in with :D
IKR!!!!!
ME TOO
i do it too haha
You're not alone dw lol
I currently have 2 tests im procrastinating, help :D
lol i had 5 tests o-o
oh my-
btw have you read book 4? ive been posting the chapters lol
I became leader and defeated Firestar and now Breezesong is Breezestar and i have 9 lives. what now?
If you leave your clan, can you go back?
I don't think so
no, i tried, amberclaw blocks me and hates me for it :<
Sad
can you live at the fair? if so, how?
talk to cookie all the way at the far right, near the tent
haha thanks
Stormsong: Chapter 2
Stormkit was unaware of her parents' concerns. To her, being an only kit was a blessing. She'd heard from Turtlekit that his brother (Deathberrykit) and sister (Flowerkit) greatly peeved him, to the point where he once ran away to FireClan for a short time. Of course, it was only a matter of minutes before he came back, but Stormkit was still awed by his courage.
"Deathberrykit?" Turtlekit had fumed incredulously to Stormkit while the two sat outside the warriors' den. Why had his parents doomed him to forever have to say that the name of his brother was the most dangerous, lethal herb ever encountered? Stormkit listened attentively and patiently to his rantings, excited for her turn to share her world with him.
Cherrytuft and Shadowfall had larger problems than an ugly, some would say grotesque name. For the first bit of bad luck had already fallen, and it was very bad. So bad, in fact, that when Stormkit returned to the nursery, she was able to instantly see what was wrong.
She stood there, motionless, her jaw hanging down, wanting to help, but knowing it would be futile to try.
CHAPTER 3 NOWWW THIS IS SO GOOD >:DDD
apparently i've got a fan already! :)
Yep ^^
do you think i should change my username to stormsong/stormkit
ooo maybe
were able to share stories in comments?!?! :D can i share my warriors stories that ive made? i have made 4 so far! just finished up the forth one last week in fact!
I'm also working on a book but it sadly isn't warrior cats lol
that's ok, in my opinion all books are good lol
WE NEED MORE!
oh no now I have two fans XD
yes you do! :)
THIS IS AMAZINGGG
OH NO I HAVE THREE FANS??? lol
4 now >:)
i feel like a celeb already
hehr
I can’t walk when playing on my iPad or my iPhone. Simone save me I’ve been standing still for ages…
When you're at the menu press the computer and there is a mobile version.
thanks! I just realised that an hour after I wrote that comment…
thanks! I just realised that an hour after I wrote that comment…
i cant get my nine lifes cuz liontail wount die
just ask him he will give it to you
he died
ooof
i said i want my suffk to bes yes i meant yes i would like to
you can ask for 20 reputation
uh I was doing something else on my computer and I came back to this
I'm just a big kit :)
and this one
everyone is so big
you and breezepaw are even bigger than your mentors
fallenfeather probably thinks breezepaw got a growth spurt lol
YOU CAN STOMP ON ALL OF THE OTHER KITS EHEHHEHE
OMG YESSSSSSSSS
Hi what would you want in the game ( This is just for fun its not being added)
1. Be able to catch and eat prey
2. Be able to drink water
3. When you die you can watch everyone grow up and see another 'leader' save the clan from Firestar
4. Live as a loner/fair cat and become a clan cat
5. Talk with your kits like tell them stories
6. Change your stufix like when Stormkit became Crookedkit
7. Your kits find mates and have kits
8. There are kits in the nursery when your leader/warrior
9. When you're born you can be born with 3 legs or something (I can't really think of anything else)
10. Stop being leader or whatever you are and become a Fireclan cat (before and after breezestar)
11. Exile cats from your clan
12. Other ways to die
13. None of these
Sorry if I misspelled anything and I know there is a lot sorry I don't really no a lot of people that play so I don't have anywhere to do a vote :)
7
7 and 9 or maybe 10 I don't know
12
7
Hi what can you do when you have done everything like became leader went to fireclan and adopted kits?
Die. (I'm not kidding thats like all u can do after youve done everything lol)