cat writing contest
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Thread Topic: cat writing contest
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I promise to judge this fairly
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Anyone else gonna join?
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Sorry it took so long to respond, this is a excerpt from a fanfiction I'm writing.
Featherclaw padded across the moorland, it seemed as though the fields full of horses and rabbits would never end. Her paws felt like they would snap in half if she had to move another pawstep. She missed the river, its glorious currents would sweep her far faster then her paws would.
She stopped and looked back, gazing at the remains of Riverclan. Of my clan. She had been the deputy before everything happened. Only herself, the medicine cat, and two warriors remained.
Of course, they were also traveling with Thunderclan, also only a couple of cats that shouldn’t be called a whole clan. Shadestep was supposed to be the leader of Thunderclan, but neither had received their leader names. There had been no time to become leaders with what had happened.
She glanced at the endless moorland in front of them. If only Windclan came with us, they would be able to hunt here. She thought hopelessly.
“Featherclaw.” she heard the familiar voice of Patchpelt, her mate. “We can’t go on like this…” he mewed softly. His deep sharp scent filled her mind, but not even her mate could help her.
“You don’t understand Patchpelt..” she started out whispering, but it didn’t stay a whisper. “We can’t go back! I promised Ripplestar I’d lead us away!” her yowl seemed to echo across all of the moor.
Featherclaw looked around at all of the cats, tears in her eyes. All of them were thin, barely living off of the occasional rabbit and even accepted kittypet food yesterday. “Oh Starclan…. Riverclan and Thunderclan were just meant to perish.” she mewed under her breath. Surprisingly, this was a moment of realization.
She could hear pawsteps coming from behind her, Shadestep and his cats had returned from their hunt, with one mouse and a small crow. As the cats split the meat, Featherclaw went over to Shadestep.
“What is it Featherclaw..” he sounded exhausted, probably tired from his hunt, both clans found it difficult to hunt in the open, only relying on speed.
“I’ve had a thought, and it might just save our clans.” she said confidently, hoping he would agree. As he nodded, she continued, “Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan and Windclan have been destroyed. Few of us remain and we’re almost destined to die.” It felt hard to say the truth out loud, and she could see the hurt in Shadesteps eyes.
“But it doesn’t mean we have to give up and die as those clans, we could start new, erase the memory of violence and betrayal that lives in the old clans.” He could tell what she was going to say and the hurt from him had vanished.
“We need to make new clans in our own name, we would be Shadeclan and Featherclan.” he purred. She was surprised the dark gray tabby would accept her idea, he was the most depressed when the time came to abandon the lake.
Suddenly a wave of realization flooded both cats as they exchanged glances, “But new clans need new territory…” she whispered, knowing her dream of a new future for her clanmates was just a fantasy.
The hope had vanished from her deep green eyes, instead she twitched her tail, preparing to sleep once again in the everlasting moorland.
Shadestep woke up early, when they had no warriors den to sleep in, all the cats slept out in the open. Waking up as soon as the sun did. His amber gaze flew to Featherclaw, she was already up as well, talking to her mate Patchpelt.
She had seemed to abandon their conversation from yesterday, as if they never even spoke. Frustration coursed through and he had to stop himself from yowling to her name. Featherclaw was always looking at things realistically, he almost never saw her hopeful for what was ahead.
“You’re looking at Featherclaw as if she’s diseased badger.” he saw the familiar dark auburn pelt of Thunderclan’s medicine cat Cliffpelt.
“She’s just so… down all the time its just unpleasant to be around her.” This was a complete lie, he didn’t want to reveal to his medicine cat what had happened last night. “She always looks to the future and expects the past to repeat itself.” He flattened his ears and nearly hissed when he thought of giving up and dying in the moor.
Cliffpelt stood there, with a knowing look in her sky-blue eyes, “I heard your conversation with her last night.” Shadestep was shocked that his own medicine cat spied on him! He was about to scold her when he saw her lower her head and back away in embarrassment. She must have stumbled near them and didn’t mean to listen.
“I want to move on with the clans as much as you do, but Featherclaw never will.” Cliffpelt looked at the cats, they were all starving and hopeless, if somebody didn’t make them believe, they never would.
“I understand what I need to do.” He padded to the nearest rock, hopefully it would work as a highledge for this meeting. “Cats of all clan, please come to this boulder for a clan meeting.” Only about seven cats came near him, including Featherclaw. He gazed across the area, but there were no other cats. I didn’t think there were so little of us left, Shadestep thought.
He shuffled his paws and took a deep breath. Thunderclan and Riverclan will die today. -
btw some parts were supposed to be in italics like "my clan"
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