Kit to Leader: 8 Year Anniversary

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

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)

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.

i have

                                                   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.                                                       

me and nightwhisper had kits together and had a great relationship AND SHE STILL KILLED HERSELF!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 why my love?! WHYYYYYYYY

do yall wanna hear chapter 2 of my story?

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?

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?)

 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.”

If you leave your clan, can you go back?

can you live at the fair? if so, how?

I can’t walk when playing on my iPad or my iPhone. Simone save me I’ve been standing still for ages…

i cant get my nine lifes cuz liontail wount die

i said i want my suffk to bes yes i meant yes i would like to 

i dont know how i did it but i have a pet butterfly

fun fact, if you set your prefix to "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" your game will freeze when you start. Well atleast for me:p

How do I just die, I mean other than the badger? is there a way??????

first of all, i know you probably can't, but i really want to have kits as a girl except both mate options in brambleclan are girls too! also, how do you get to fireclan? also, how do you become the leader?

is there any way to save your game?

i won moss ball!

Where is RyeHeart?

Which update would you rather have (Won't be added just a fun question)

A.Live as a Side character

B.Mate with Ace (Black Cat Near Circus)

C.Crystalblaze's Kit's growing up and, mentoring them.

D.More battles and Ryeheart will reply, (He will tell you he's you dad)

E.None, I want the game to stay as it is.

Why is Duskfall so sad throughout the game?

what else do i do? ive defeated the medicine den badger, ive become leader and mated with everyone and had kits with them (except cottenwillow) ive made breezestar leader of fireclan and defeated firestar, i have done the berials for the firclan cats and found dustfeathers father (hawkclaw) and found out that that hawkfeather is basicly my step-mom...what else do i do?! just die?....