kcb500's story

[sharppaw]

This is part of a story kcb500 wrote. He showed it to me and I wanted to show it to everyone else. Even though I didn't have his permission...
Chapter 1
It was a dark night. A white tabby cat watched the setting sun. “It's beautiful.” He murmured. He was journeying to moonstone, a big rock that dazzled like a star in the night, where his warrior ancestors would share dreams with him. He needed to know something. “Whitestar. We need to rest for a while; my apprentice is falling behind again.” spoke a voice behind Whitestar. Whitestar stopped while his medicine cat, Rabbitfoot, checked his apprentice’s injury. Dawnpaw had been hit by a monster a few moons ago and Rabbitfoot was still blaming himself for it. “I’m fine, really.” Dawnpaw insisted. “Don’t let me slow you down. Really it’s alright.” Dawnpaw is just like her mentor. Thought Whitestar. Whitestar, is first in charge of Snowclan, the only remaining clan in the forest. The cats began on their journey again. After a little while they came to a big barn. The three cats walked up to the barn and went in. When they were in the three cats heard a snarl from the other side of the barn. “Are you back to steal more prey because this time I won’t let you.” hissed a cat from somewhere in the shadows. A white tabby tom leaped out of the shadows landing swiftly on Whitestar's back. Whitestar rolled over and crushed the cat. While all this was happening a black cat stepped in and gave the four cats a bewildered look. Then the black tom shook his head. “What are you doing Barley?” Then Barley rolled out from under Whitestar’s back. “Chasing out these intruders” Barley mewed defensively. The black cat shook his head “These cats have a different scent, besides” he mewed “they fight like clan cats.” What! How does this cat know about the clans! The Black cat turned to them “I am Ravenpaw. I used to live in Thunderclan.” No wonder thought Whitestar. He used to live in Thunderclan. Barley, now realizing that he was wrong turned to the clan cats “I’m sorry. I thought that you were those dumb cats that always come up here to steal.” Whitestar noticed while he was talking Barley had had a wild look in his eyes. Ravenpaw walked up to the clan cats and offered them to stay the night.
Whitestar looked around himself. He was in some dead forest. He was standing on a path that seemed to go on forever. I wonder where this goes? Whitestar padded on through the forest. Eventually he came to a dark hollow. At the other end of the hollow there was a large tabby sitting alone. Oh no I know him! I have to get out of here! Whitestar turned and ran down the path he had come from, but the tom wasn’t going to give up that easy. He gave chase running faster than any cat could. The the leaped at Whitestar and tackled him. “ No!” Whitestar jolted awake. His fur went flat again. Whitestar looked around. In front of him were the sleeping bodies of Barley, Dawnpaw, Rabbitfoot, and Ravenpaw. Whitestar scented the air and smelled another cat. He looked up to see a cat a she-cat. “Finally you wake up, I've been tired off listening to you snore.” said the cat not even bothering to look at Whitestar. He looked up and studied her, she was a small tortoiseshell. Whitestar snarled at her. The tortoiseshell narrowed her eyes and jumped on him sinking her teeth into his neck. Whitestar rolled over and tried to crush the cat but it didn't let go. Whitestar tried to think but he didn't know what to do, Snowclan had never had to fight, he didn't know anymore moves. Whitestar knew the cat would kill him. Whitestar waved his head around wildly. When he was shaking his head he noticed a glimmer somewhere in the shadows. Whitestar focused his eyes on the spot and realized with a horrible feeling that it was the spirit of the tabby from his dreams. “Dig your claws into her back and fling her off.” the cat directed. Whitestar did as he was told. The cat flew through the air and landed with a thud. “Now, rake your claws down her exposed belly.” Whitestar dug his claws into the cats soft flesh and she let out a yowl. She jumped up and raced from the barn. Whitestar turned around to face the tabby but he had vanished. Whitestar shrugged. He felt his neck and the bite marks were gone, but Whitestar was too tired to notice.

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Chapter 2

“You’re sure it was Tigerstar?” Ravenpaw asked. “Yes for sure I saw him in the forest as a young cat when I was a rouge,” Whitestar meowed. What did Tigerstar do to Ravenpaw that worries him so much? Ravenpaw looked Whitestar in the eyes. “That was the cat that drove me from Thunderclan.” he said in a quiet tone. What an evil cat! Thought Whitestar. Rabbitfoot walked up to the two talking cats. “Thank you for the hospitality but it's time for us to leave.” Ravenpaw looked at the four cats who had been his guests. “Very well good luck at moonstone.” The three cats nodded their heads in thanks for the shelter the barn cats had given them and continued.
Wow it’s beautiful in here! The four Snowclan cats were standing in front of the gleaming moonstone. “Well” meowed Whitestar to the other cats “Here goes nothing.” With this he walked up to the colorful rock and touched his nose to it. Whitestar immediately fell asleep. When he opened his eyes he was back at camp. “Starclan?” he whispered. Whitestar was anxious to speak with them. “Yes?” came a voice from behind Whitestar. He turned around and found himself staring at a white she-cat. Mother! “Son. I know why you are here.” She took a big breath “You are right this is the time to visit the other clans” her voice suddenly seemed like that of many cats “Four will journey, three will come back, and the life of the five clans will be changed forever.” What does she mean?! Before Whitestar could say anything his mother faded.
Whitestar woke up. He looked around. Where am I? Whitestar looked around starting to panic, but then he remembered that he was at moonstone. But where are the others? The smell of fresh-kill suddenly flooded into Whitestar’s nose. A second later Dawnpaw and Rabbitfoot came into the cave their mouths full of prey. Whitestar licked his lips and ate until he was full. When the cats were done Whitestar started to discuss his plans for the day. “We shall travel until we can’t go on without a rest.” So without a complaint the cats started their journey again. Outside the cave the cats climbed down. When they reached the bottom Whitestar checked to make sure everyone was alright. Rabbitfoot and Dawnpaw nodded. So Whitestar continued past a twoleg nest. On the other side of the twoleg nest was a thunderpath. Dawnpaw started to shake. She hid behind her mentor's back. “Isn't there another way across?” she asked. “I'm sorry but this the only way across.” Rabbitfoot gave Dawnpaw a sympathetic look. “You'll be fine. Just stay next to me.” Dawnpaw nodded looking a little more confident. Whitestar listened. He heard a rumble. As soon as the rumble stopped Whitestar called out. “Now!” The cats darted onto the thunderpath. Dawnpaw's heart was racing. The thunderpath started to shake. Whitestar and Rabbitfoot were at the other side, but not Dawnpaw. She was frozen with fear in the middle of the thunderpath. Rabbitfoot raced onto the hot black surface. “Duck!” He called. Dawnpaw obeyed and the monster missed her. Dawnpaw sat up and looked around. “Rabbitfoot?” she called softly. “In here” moaned Rabbitfoot from a thorn bush. “I dove out of the way and landed in this bush.” Dawnpaw let out a meow of laughter. Rabbitfoot ripped free of the bush, ripping some of his fur off. Dawnpaw was about to ask if he needed anything for it but Rabbitfoot seemed to read her mind. “I'll be fine. I'm not even bleeding.” As if to prove it he showed her that there were no cuts. “We're going to spend the night here.” announced Whitestar. “By the thunderpath?” asked Dawnpaw. “We can go a little further.” So three cats got up and started padding silently forward.

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Chapter 3

“Get out of my territory!” hissed a black she-cat at a twoleg. “Shadowpelt they're not leaving!” warned another cat. “We have to hold them off from our camp until my mate returns!” insisted Shadowpelt. “What if Whitestar never returns?” asked another cat. “He will.” hissed Shadowpelt. “The twolegs have almost reached the opening!” called a cat from outside. All the cats unsheathed there claws. “Take the back entrance out if we can't stop them. Everyone meet at where the boundaries meet.” The cats nodded in agreement. A cat raced into the camp. “They're right behind me!” he called out. All the cats were staring at the tunnel that lead to the camp. The twolegs seemed to come from nowhere. There were many of them. Shadowpelt watched helplessly as her cats were taken prisoner by the twolegs. “Retreat!” she called and the cats rushed out the exit. Shadowpelt was sprinting as fast as she could. The Snowclan cats raced past there territory knowing it might be the last time the would see it. At the end of their territory was a big clearing, it used to be called four trees but know that the big oaks had been cut down it had no name. The cats fell over out of breath. How could I have let this happen? I'm deputy. “What are we going to do now?” called out some cat. “We shall sleep here. Hunt at night.” The cats looked at one another nervously. “We just need to keep alive until Whitestar gets back with reinforcements.” All the cats in the clearing were too tired to hunt, and besides there bellies were full. For now anyway.