Power of Three

My name is Koli.This is a special blog dedicated to Warriors Power of Three rewrite

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Chapter Five

Lionpaw drug his paws sloppily through the cold, dusty leaf litter. Keeping his head lowered, he lamely followed Stormfur on a patrol of Thunderclan territory. His head was racing with angered thoughts and feelings of disbelief. He couldn’t believe Firestar would ever consider saddling him with some cat who wasn’t even from the clan!

While he was preoccupied with his tantrum, he didn’t notice that Stormfur had stopped directly in front of him. The gray tom was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to answer a question he wasn’t even listening to. 

Stormfur twitched his whiskers and was clearly suppressing a sigh. “I was just asking if either of your parents have taken you out to see the lake before.” Turning his head, he gruffly added, “Because we’re here now.”

Finally taking in his surroundings, Lionpaw’s eyes widened at the massive body of water in front of him. Even in the bitter cold of leaf-bare, the lake was absolutely stunning. The pristine clear water was gently lapping at the polished colorful stones on the shore.

Stormfur hummed. “That’s what finally got your attention?” His voice only seemed to annoy Lionpaw more.

“Aren’t you supposed to be training me? Why are we out here anyways?” Lionpaw tossed aside a pawfull of sandy pebbles. His comment seemed to hurt his mentor, seeing as the gray cat pinned his ears back.

“Learning your territory is a key factor of your apprenticeship. It’s my job to teach you these things.” Stormfur’s voice was leveled as he tried his best to remain calm. “Shouldn’t you be excited you’re out of camp anyways?”

Lionpaw’s feelings were conflicting inside of him, like ants crawling through his pelt. He had waited his whole life for this moment, and yet his entire world had just been crushed. His excitement was completely ruined by this Riverclan cat.

Stormfur swallowed his growing anger. He simply shook his pelt, and gave Lionpaw a gentle smile. “From where we’re standing, you can actually see all three of the other clan’s territories.”

The gray tom pointed a huge paw to his left and noted, “You see those flat hills over there? We call that the moorland. Windclan lives among the open plains.” In a joking manor he added, “I guess that’s why they have so much air in their heads.”

Lionpaw twitched his ear and grunted in response.

Stormfur turned his head in the other direction. Lionpaw squinted his eyes. He could just barely make out a line of cats on the shoreline. That particular side of the forest looked dark and uninviting. He felt a shiver pass down his spine.

“Yeah I feel the same way about Shadowclan.” Storming murmured, eyeing the other cats warily. “They usually keep their distance if you leave them alone. But It’s best to always keep an eye of them.”

Lionpaw flexed his claws. “Why aren’t we actually going to the borders? So i can actually see where not to go?”

His comment looked to set off his mentor. Stormfur’s tail had fluffed up and was lashing against his sides.

“We already went to Windclan’s border this morning, Lionpaw.” The grey cat shut his eyes, and deeply inhaled. “I had asked if you wanted to set a marker, but I can see you were paying just as much attention to me as you were to your surroundings.”

His pelt itched, knowing he was in the wrong. “Yeah well. What about over there? Guessing that’s Riverclan, right?” He flicked his nose towards the other side of the lake.

Stormfur nodded. “We don’t have too much to do with them since we don’t share any borders with them. But since their specialty is swimming, you always need to make sure to come all the way down to the shore-edge.” He promptly turned tail, heading back into the forest’s welcoming cover.

Lionpaw chuffed, pawing the ground miserably. “I’d bet you’d know all about those stupid fishbrains.” He whispered to himself.

“Lionpaw what in the name of Starclan is wrong with you?” Stormfur whipped around to face him. Lionpaw jolted back, shocked that Stormfur had heard his comment.

He suddenly felt intimidated. Stormfur almost rivaled Brambleclaw in height.

“Why are you being so cruel?  Me and Brook have always treated you like family!” Stormfur’s eyes searched the young tom, clearly not understanding where his anger was coming from. But his mentor only spoke the truth. Lionpaw often remembered how much he loved playing with Stormfur, while his siblings listening to one of Brook’s stories.

He knew he was too far into it to back down now. Shouldering his feelings aside, he tipped his head back to meet his mentors eyes. “I don’t understand why Firestar paired me with you. You’re not a true Thunderclan cat!”

Stormfur flattened his ears. “Watch your tone with me, boy. Blood does not define who you are.”

His long fur was pushed forward by a strong gust of wind. “You of all cats should know that better than any other.”

His calmness only fueled Lionpaw’s growing fire. “You will never be a Thunderclan cat. Why don’t you just go back to Riverclan anyways?”

Stormfur’s voice suddenly exploded into a yowl, “Because this is the only family i have left! I would give my life to defend my brothers and sisters!”

“Not even your real clan wanted you! Why don’t you just leave!” Lionpaw screeched at the top of his lungs.

Stormfur reeled back as if his face was struck by fierce claws. Lionpaw instantly regretted his comment. I don’t have to apologize, I’m only telling the truth. His reassurance made him puff out his chest, awaiting the other tom’s response.

But Stormfur had only dipped his head, and was avoiding any eye contact. “Just ... Go home Lionpaw. I have nothing left to say to you.” His voice was cracked and strained.

Seeing Stormfur’s broken spirit completely deflated Lionpaw’s sense of righteousness. Lionpaw whipped around and tore through dead brambles.

The young cat ran blind with sorrow and anger, but at this point he couldn’t understand which was which. Why in the name of Starclan would i say something like that?!

What’s wrong with me? His mind raced with hateful thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed he was seconds away from ramming into another cat.

Too late! Lionpaw collided into a wall of fur, who then shrieked back in complete shock.

Brightheart had pinned him harshly against the ground. Lionpaw squirmed under her and hissed angrily, “It’s just me! Let me up!” In embarrassment Brightheart quickly released her hold on him.

“Great Starclan Lionpaw, you scared the fur off of me.” The gentle she-cat  smoothed her chest fur. She then narrowed her eye. “Where is Stormfur?”

Before he could respond, Jaypaw slid out from behind a nearby tree. His head was held high with pride as he showed off a freshly killed mouse. Brightheart purred with enthusiasm. “I knew you could do it. Your first true catch!”

Lionpaw flattened his ears. Jaypaw was having a great day, while he was left running from his problems.

“I’m so happy for you.” Lionpaw managed to say through gritted teeth. Jaypaw must’ve sensed his resentment. His tabby brother dropped his head, and muttered something he couldn’t quite understand.

Brightheart shifted her paws with uncertainty. “Look Lionpaw, i can see you’re upset. But I’m not letting you wonder around out here by your own.” She fixed him with a stern glare.

The she-cat touched Jaypaw’s shoulder with the tip of her tail. “Let’s head back to camp. I’m sure everyone is gonna want to hear about your first day!” Her cheerfulness seemed to lift Jaypaw’s spirit again.

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Lionpaw dragged a few paces behind his brother and Brightheart. The trip back had been deathly silent, only making Lionpaw feel worse than he ever could. 

The sun had already begun to set by the time they got back to camp. The clearing was buzzing with soft chatter, as the last patrol had just returned for the night.

“You can go ahead and join the other apprentices Jaypaw. You’ve done well today, and deserve a good rest.“ Brightheart laid her tail on her apprentices’ shoulder. Jaypaw only grumbled in response.

His tabby brother gave him a sympathetic lick. “Sorry your day was bad.” His comfort was ripped away when his brother trotted away to the fresh-kill pile.

“Lionpaw. I’m glad to see you made it back safe.”

Firestar’s voice made Lionpaw’s heart drop to the ground. Slowly turning, he was met with Firestar’s and Brambleclaw’s unreadable gazes.

Brightheart coughed awkwardly, and quickly excused herself to find her mate. Lionpaw swallowed the urge to scream for her to stay, knowing his punishment was just a wing beat away.

Brambleclaw stood, keeping his voice low. “I understand we need to have about loyalties. Come now, son.” His father lead the trio to the shelter of Firestar’s den.

A flash of bright orange fur bounded towards them. “Shall we begin?” His mothers calm voice only signaled to Lionpaw how deeply in trouble he was. Squirrelflight was strangely talented at hiding just how upset she was, unless you knew just how to read her.

 This is it. This is how i die, he thought to himself sarcastically.

Lionpaw swallowed a hard lump in his throat, and ducked into Firestar’s den.

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Jake: Of course I was the best father! I loved all my kits equally. Let's see there was Firestar, Princess ... Uh

*Looks at the smudged writing on his paw*

Jake: Ruby ... Spock..? T.. Tity?

[catchymemes]

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Squirrelflight and Jayfeather

[waltzdrawswarriors]

Squirrelflight would never have let any cat judge Leafpool as harshly as they did when her secret was revealed and those are the facts.

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Crookedjaw accidentally eavesdrops during the most uncomfortable exchange in the history of Gatherings between his brother and Bluefur 

 Context/Insp found in the first scene of this video

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We’ve come full circle … I give you. Jairs.

[brambrosnag]

The Comfort Patrol has been dispatched! That fire boy needs some love and support :^(

So, I wanted to experiment with backgrounds and comic format stuff - think I’m happy enough with it!

Can y’all tell that I’m dishing out old, repressed firesandgray feels from years ago?? Cuz thats whats happening 

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@silverhawk of all your rewrite ideas this one might be my favorite

[silverhawk]

CINDERPELT MAKING FUN OF BLACKSTAR??? LITERALLY ICONIC

[rushpaw]

Normally, medicine cats are the only cats in warriors who know how to count. It makes sense- medicine cats need numbers to prescribe exact doses, while the warriors pretty much only need to know if there is a large amount of something or a small amount. This is the reason medicine cats accompany leaders to their nine lives ceremony. It’s their job to signal when the correct amount of lives have been given, so no mistakes are made. This method worked without flaw for generations, however, StarClan forgot to take into account that Mothwing would not be at Mistystars ceramomy. It wasn’t until her 60th life or so that they realized their mistake.

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Chapter Four

Jaykit opened his eyes and gleamed at his surroundings. His heart began to race as he realized he was standing in an open field, with no familiar scents. Towering sycamore trees bordered the field, and off in the distance he could just make out a small stream. I’m dreaming. Jaykit realized. The fur on his neck relaxed, as he took in the warmth of his dream.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small moss ball gently roll out of the flowing grass in front of him. Out of pure instinct, Jaykit flashed out his paw and sent the moss ball flying back through the ferns. Before he could rush after it, the ferns rattled slightly.

A beautiful silver she-cat stepped out, holding the moss ball between her jaws. Her feather like tail twitched excitedly. Jaykit was confused. This was his dream, why would he dream of a complete stranger?

The she-cat set down the moss, and rolled it back over. “I never expected to see you here Jaykit.” Her voice sounded sweeter than a robin’s song. The moss ball bumped against his paws. “Why are you in my dream?” Jaykit asked. “And why do you smell so strange?” He wrinkled his nose. The strange she-cat smelled of water, but also musky like damp moss. Jaykit tentatively rolled the moss back to her.

“Why ask so many questions? We’re in the middle of a game!” The she-cat kicked the ball of moss away, and held her tail up high. She smiled gently, before turning tail and sprinting through the tall grass. “What is the name of Starclan is going on?” Jaykit grumbled to himself.

“Hurry up turtle paws!” The she-cat yowled. Jaykit huffed, and set off after her. The two cats wove throughout the yellowed grass, but the she-cat always seemed to dart away from him as soon as he got close.

A burst of realization hit Jaykit. We’re playing a game of cat and mouse! His heart began to pound in his chest, and he felt excitement roar throughout his body.

With a new determination, Jaykit picked up his pace and trailed directly behind her. He shot out a paw and tried to hook her tail. But the she-cat was much more agile than he thought. She sharply veered right, and kicked up dust at Jaykit. He hissed, and the she-cat purred loudly.

Jaykit shook his head, and snorted. “That’s cheating!” Once again, he tore after the silver cat. As they continued, Jaykit began to hear the rush of water. Jaykit looked ahead of her and saw that she was heading directly to a large boulder. She’s gonna try and use that to escape! He thought quickly.

With his last spurt of energy, Jaykit leaped and grabbed hold of the silver cat’s tail. The two tumbled in a fit of dust, before rolled away from each other. Jaykit sat up proudly. “I got you!” He mewed through his gasps of air.

The silver she-cat sat elegantly. “So you did. That was fun. We’ll have to see each other again.” She gazed at him sweetly. Jaykit stared at her hard. She seemed so familiar, like he’d seen a cat that looked like her before.

The silver cat twitched her ears. “You’d better wake up now, Jaykit. You’ll be late for your apprentice ceremony.” Her voice faded, just as the color and warmth of his dream.

Jaykit woke with a start. Beside him, he could tell that Lionkit was still asleep, but Hollykit had gone. She must’ve been too excited to wait for them to wake up. Jaykit prodded Lionkit. “Come on Lionkit! We should be up already!” He said as his brother groggily mewed in response.

Jaykit emerged from the nursery and stretched his legs in anticipation. The whole clearing seemed to be buzzing with soft conversation. It was almost like the entire clan had gathered underneath Highledge! Lionkit’s soft pelt brushed against him. His larger brother seemed nervous. “I wonder who Firestar chose for us.” Lionkit whispered to him.

“I’m actually hoping for someone in particular.”Jaykit replied thoughtfully. “But for you I’m sure he picked a cat with the most patience in the entire clan.” He jokingly added. Lionkit prodded his shoulder. Just then Jaykit heard a loud exclamation.

“There you are!” Squirrelflight quickly trotted over, and began to roughly groom Jaykit. “Great Starlcan i lost track of time! It’s almost time for Firestar to make you lot into apprentices!” She said in between licks. Jaykit flattened his ears in embarrassment.

“Look at you both. My boys are growing up.” Brambleclaw’s sudden voice sounded strained with emotion. Beside him, he heard Berrypaw and Mousepaw stifling their laughter. Hazelpaw must’ve cuffed Berrypaw’s ear, because he heard Berrypaw hiss in anger.

“Where’s your sister?” Brambleclaw asked eagerly. Jaykit suddenly became aware that Hollykit was absent. Squirrelflight turned her head towards her mate. “She’s with Leafpool.” She paused. “She said she wanted to sit with Leafpool for the ceremony.” Her voice sounded off. Brambleclaw shifted his paws as if he’d stepped on a thorn. “That’s not fair! We’re her family! She should be here with us!” Lionkit’s voice was a mix between sorrow and anger.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath Highledge!” Firestar’s voice range out across the clearing. Jaykit released himself from his mother’s grasp, and sat down beside his brother. The clearing full of cats became silent, as excitement lingered in the air. Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw intertwined their tails, while purring with love.

“It is time for one of the most important duties I have as a clan leader.” Firestar stated with pride. “I’m proud to announce that it is time for the clan to gain new apprentices.” His voice carried through the clearing, as his clanmates chattered in agreement.

“As requested, I shall start with Hollykit.” Firestar paused. “I’ve been informed that Leafpool has decided to take on Hollykit as her new apprentice. I’m trusting that you will share the power and wisdom of Starlcan with her, and help shape her into a formidable medicine cat.”

Leafpool chirped her agreement with Firestar. “I will teach her everything i know. I will be proud to call her my apprentice.” She calmly stated. The clan seemed pleased by her answer, and muttered their approval.

“Jaykit. Please step forward.” Firestar meowed. Jaykit’s heart felt like it would flutter right out of his chest. He raised his head and tail in pride, and stepped forward until his nose touched Firestar’s chest fur. “Jaykit. From this day forward until you receive your warrior name, you will be Jaypaw.”

Jaypaw felt his paws tingle with excitement as the rest of the clan cheered his new name to the skies. Firestar raised his tail for silence. “Brightheart, please step forward now. It is long overdue for your time as a mentor.” Firestar told her with sympathy. Brightheart calmly padded in front of Jaypaw. He almost couldn’t resist purring when he scented the utter happiness streaming off the she-cat.

“Brightheart, I’m entrusting you with this young cat to teach him the ways of becoming an honorable warrior. You both share a bond that couldn’t phase Starclan itself. I’ve never been so sure on a pair like i am with you two at this moment.” Firestar’s voice was filled with love.

Brightheart nodded, she seemed too full of emotion to speak. Jaypaw reached up and touched noses with his new mentor. Brightheart lead him to the side of Highledge, as the let Lionkit take his place.

“Lionkit, please step forward.” Firestar meowed. His brother tripped over his paws, but quickly corrected himself and stood before his leader. “Lionkit, from this day forward, you shall be known as Lionpaw.” His brother dug his claws into the ground in anticipation. Jaypaw cheered his brother’s name as loud as his lungs would allow him.

“Lionpaw, I have thought very carefully as to who your new mentor should be. Respectively, you needed a cat I could trust would tame your wild heart, and lead you on a path of loyalty.” Firestar’s voice became stern.

“Stormfur. Please step forward.”

The clan erupted in a mass of caterwauls and hisses. Stormfur was in complete shock, and stayed firmly planted in place. “Firestar, you can’t be serious!” Dustpelt snarled. Jaypaw sensed Lionpaw’s complete disappointment.

“He’s not even a true clan cat!” Spiderleg yowled in agreement.

“You’re breaking clan code!” Mousefur hissed.

Firestar let out a fierce yowl that silenced the clan immediately. Jaypaw had shrunk to the ground in fear, as the clan obediently stared up at their leader. “Stormfur is part of the clan just as any other cat. He and his mate have chosen to stay here to become loyal Thunderclan cats.” His voice was calm, but twinged with anger. “My decision is final. Stormfur, step forward.”

Stormfur’s pelt was fluffed in confusion and fear, as he tentatively stepped forward. He stood awkwardly before Lionpaw, as his brother hung his head in disappointment. Firestar cleared his throat, and Lionpaw let out a sigh. He reached up and touched noses with Stormfur.

The clearing has branded with a deathly silence, as cats ruffled with tension. With a wave of his tail, Firestar signaled the end of the meeting. Cats broke away into smaller groups, muttering in disapproval, and casting long glances at Stormfur.

Beside him, Brightheart shook her pelt, and drew in a long breath. “We shouldn’t dwell on this. It’s your first day as an apprentice. We’ve so much to do.” She told him with unrequited optimism.

Jaypaw nodded in agreement, but his chest felt clouded with emotions. He felt relieved to finally become an apprentice, but his brother seemed like Starclan had personally offended him.

“Don’t worry Jaypaw. Everything will be okay. Even if it’s not so good now, it always changes for the better.” Brightheart’s voice interrupted his thought. From her tone, he wondered who she was trying to convince more. 

[soloratiste]

She’s behind me making that fucking face again. I don’t even have to turn around to know it. God damn it. I hate that goddamned stupid face she makes. God fucking dammit

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Chapter Three

Lionkit sat perched on a small stone outside of the elders den. He and his siblings had gone to listen to another of Longtail’s stories from when he was a warrior.

“And i was standing there just wondering who this soft fluffy kittypet thought he was!” Longtail meowed drastically. Lionkit looked over to his siblings. Hollykit was pressed up against Jaykit. It seemed like nothing just a few nights ago, when Hollykit lashed out at Jaykit.

“Firestar was so tiny back then, i thought he couldn’t hurt a flea.” Longtail chuckled. Mousefur nudged him her paw. “I bet you weren’t thinking that when you got your tail handed to you in battle.” She said slyly.

Lionkit felt a hint of pride for his kin. “You have to tell us about the fight!” Lionkit squeaked in anticipation. Hollykit and Jaykit both erupted in chirps, begging for the elder to continue his story.

Longtail smiled, and nodded. “Don’t worry, I’m getting there. It’s always an embarrassing story to tell.” He said.

“I was much younger back then, and thought i could fight all of Lionclan.” Longtail boasted. “So i leaped at Firestar, and grabbed him by the vine around his neck.” Longtail said in suspense.

“Didn’t he call that strange thing a ... Collar?” Mousefur interrupted. Lionkit flattened his ears. Mousefur had a tendency to interrupt stories, but no one dared to call her out for it. Her claws were a lot sharper than they looked, especially when they caught his ears.

Longtail twitched his tail. “I can’t remember..” He paused and gave his chest fur a few licks. “Where was i?” He asked.

“You were fighting with Firestar.” Jaykit reminded him. “Oh yes. So i grabbed him by his neck, and pinned him to the ground. I thought i won, but by Starclan i was wrong.” Longtail thoughtfully said. Lionkit listened intently. This was his favorite part, because he always longed to be a hero just like Firestar. He scraped his claws against the stone.

“Before i knew it, Firestar swatted me right in the face! Knocked me right off my paws, and sent me tumbling through the dust.” Longtail exclaimed. Mousefur chuckled lightly. “I would’ve given anything to see that.” She murmured.

Lionkit tilted his head. He wondered what she meant by that. “You weren’t there, Mousefur? Well where were you?” Hollykit asked. Mousefur and Longtail exchanged glances. The old she-cat gave a small sigh. “I was in battle with Riverlcan.” She sounded sullen.

Lionkit sat up quickly. “You’ve never told us that story before! Can you please tell us now?” He begged. Mousefur scraped her paws in the dirt. “I don’t know. Shouldn’t you kits be up to something fun, instead of listening to a bunch of elders tales?” She grumbled.

Hollykit and Jaykit pressed forward. “Please Mousefur. One more story and we’ll bring you a mouse from the freshkill pile.” His siblings begged. Mousefur looked thoughtful, and tucked her front paws under her chest. “All right. But just a short story. Don’t come running to me if you lot get stuck with nightmares.” She gave them all a sharp look. Lionkit quickly padded over to his siblings, and looked up eagerly at Mousefur.

“It was dawn of the day Lionheart and Whitestorm brought Firestar back to the clan. I was across the forest with Tigerclaw, Ravenpaw, Redtail, and Runningwind. Riverclan had decided that they wanted a piece of our territory, but we were determined to show those fish eaters otherwise.” Mousefur’s voice strengthened as she remembered the battle.

“Redtail gave the order to fight, and i just so happened to pick the biggest Riverclan warrior to challenge. Runningwind had to help me with that fleabitten foxheart. I got a few good scratches in, but we were vastly outnumbered. I knew that we had to retreat.” She continued.

“But that’s when Oakheart was killed. He was the Riverclan deputy at the time.” She paused. “It felt like the earth came alive. And just like that.. The rocks got him. He was gone.” She dipped her head in respect. “After that, Redtail called for retreat. Runningwind and i had fallen back to the heart of the forest. But Redtail and Tigerclaw never came. Sometimes ... I blame myself for running away so soon. Maybe if we had stayed with them, Tigerclaw wouldn’t have gotten away with Redtail’s murder.” Mousefur looked down at her paws.

Longtail rested his tail on Mousefur’s shoulders. “Redtail was a good warrior. There was nothing we could’ve done.” He whispered to her.

Lionkit shivered. He didn’t like this story. He saw Jaykit had pressed hard up against Hollykit, while his sister looked deep in thought. A strange silence fell over the entire camp.

Lionkit was startled when a cat approached him from behind. “We should just be thankful that Tigerclaw is gone. “ Ashfur’s voice sounded sour. Lionkit noticed that the gray tom was glaring badger fangs at Brambleclaw. Why is he upset with my dad? Lionkit thought to himself.

Mousefur cleared her throat. “I shouldn’t have told that story. You lot should go find something fun to do now that it’s warming up. All this snow has my bones aching.” She stretched her long legs, and flicked her tail. “Don’t worry about that mouse. I’m going for a hunt.” She told the kits, and abruptly trotted out of camp. Longtail hauled himself to his paws, and nodded to the kits before following after her.

Jaykit sighed loudly. "Well. There went our fun for the day." He grumbled. Hollykit abruptly shot to her paws. "I'm going to go see if Leafpool needs any help." She meowed, and turned and left before Lionkit could protest.

"Why does she always wanna be around Leafpool now? We're her brothers!" Lionkit growled. "She's supposed to want to spend time with us!" He bitterly cried. He loved his sister dearly, but he couldn't understand why she suddenly changed. 

"If you're so bored, Lionkit," Ashfur took a step towards the golden kit. "You should ask the apprentices to show you some battle moves. You'll need it." His eyes looked dark, but Lionkit didn't care. Secretly, he thought that Ashfur was one of the greatest warriors in the clan.  "You should teach us Ashfur!" Lionkit chirped with excitement.

Ashfur twitched his whiskers. "No”.  Lionkit jumped to his paws. "Please? Me and Jaykit are almost apprentices! I could use all the extra training i can get." Lionkit pleaded.

The gray warrior's eyes seemed to be looking directly past him. Ashfur sighed. "Fine. I can take you outside of camp and show you a few ... Warrior tips." He turned tail, not waiting for a response. "We leave now. And Jaykit stays here. He wont be learning this stuff anyways." Ashfur commented. 

Lionkit felt a rush of rage, and almost spat at the warrior. He could feel Jaykit's resentment. "I'm not leaving without Jaykit. He's perfectly able to do things any cat does!" Lionkit yowled, but Ashfur had already reached the thorn tunnel. 

Lionkit felt Jaykit touch his nose to his ear. "It's fine. Don't worry about me. I've already been out of camp anyways. It's your turn." His brother assured. Lionkit was wary. He knew that Jaykit lied about his feelings a lot. But he also couldn't deny his excitement about leaving camp. 

"I'll be back before you realize. You should go talk to Hazelpaw. She really likes you." Lionkit whispered to his brother. He stifled a chuckle when he saw Jaykit turn his head and grumble bashfully. 

"I'm leaving now Lionkit." Ashfur's voice range out across camp. Lionkit rushed after the tom. He was so excited, he was tripping over his own paws.

“So where are we going first? The Shadowclan border? Are we gonna fight some rogues?” Lionkit meowed. Ashfur frowned at him. “You’re just a kit. Why would i do something as mouse-brained as that?” He mumbled. Lionkit felt silly for asking.

Lionkit gasped as they emerged from the thorn tunnel. The trees looked like giant cat tails growing straight into the air. Thick brambles grew around the sides of the tunnel, covering the edge of the ravine. Lionkit shuddered. Spiderleg told him that he almost fell in when he was an apprentice.

Ashfur twitched his ear. “We’re going to play a game Lionkit.” His voice sounded far off. Lionkit’s chest was bursting with excitement, as he waited for the warrior to continue. “What game? Cat and mouse? Moss ball? Fight the Shadowclan warriors?” He flexed his tiny claws at the thought of battle with their enemy.

Ashfur didn’t reply. Instead he guided Lionkit further away from camp. Lionkit’s eyes widened with a new twinge of fear, but quickly shook it off. He was determined to look brave in front of Ashfur. Brambleclaw would be proud of me if he saw how courageous I’m being. Lionkit reassured himself.

By now, the snow covered forest had begun to thin out into a flat moorland. The air was crisp, as it hurled against Lionkit’s fluffy pelt. The pair had emerged just before a shallow flowing stream. Lionkit sniffed the air tentatively. “What’s that weird smell? Is it Windclan?” He questioned.

Ashfur only nodded. Lionkit’s eyes sparked with curiosity. “Are we gonna meet a Windclan patrol? What if they cross the border? Can we shred their pelts?” Lionkit clawed the frost covered ground in anticipation.

Ashfur let out soft growl. “You’re just like your mother. You never know when to stop talking.” His dappled gray pelt was spiked with annoyance. Lionkit’s ears flattened against his head. “Why do you always talk so terribly about Squirrelflight? What have you got against my mom?” Lionkit stood nose to nose with the warrior.

Ashfur’s eyes suddenly raged with hateful fire. The gray tom spat in Lionkit’s face, and sneered violently. “You’re just a dumb kit, who doesn’t understand the world. You’re weak.” He drew out his last words before collecting himself.

Lionkit was shaken with disbelief. He couldn’t believe Ashfur would lose control like that! But the tom showed no remorse. Ashfur gazed at Lionkit with an unfathomable rage. “But weakness just runs in your family. Your father is the greatest coward I’ve ever met. After all. He’s got killer in his blood.” Ashfur told him slyly.

Lionkit couldn’t believe his ears. “Brambleclaw is the bravest cat in all of clan history!” His body was engulfed in anger. “You could never be as great as him. You’re the coward, Ashfur.” Lionkit could hardly see past his rage. Ashfur sneered at him. Lionkit lunged at Ashfur with his claws outstretched.

But the experienced warrior swatted the kit away like a fly. Ashfur pinned Lionkit against the ground and stood heavily on the kits throat. Lionkit gasped in fear. He couldn’t breathe! Great Starclan is he really going to kill me? Lionkit was struck with panic. He pawed desperately at Ashfur’s chest, choking for air.

Ashfur gazed down at Lionkit with an unreadable expression. Lionkit’s sight began to fade to black, as his lungs fought against the lack of air.

“What in the name of Starclan is going on!?”

A screech split the air like lightning. Sandstorm’s familiar orange pelt streaked across the moor in two bounds, and collided with Ashfur like a mad badger.

Lionkit rolled onto his paws gasping for air. Sandstorm had corned Ashfur against a tree, who was now cowering in complete terror. Sandstorm’s pelt had fluffed up to twice it size, and was spitting with rage.

“I should send you straight to the dark forest for harming a kit!” Her voice was barely comprehensible from her unbridled rage. Ashfur dipped his head. “Please Sandstorm. I was only showing him some fighting moves. I haven’t hurt him at all.” Ashfur’s voice trembled with fear. 

“I’ll believe that when my ears fall off.” Sandstorm spat, and swiped at the tom, raking his ears. “I know exactly what i saw.” Sandstorm glared at Ashfur. “If you can’t control your feelings and get over the past like any normal cat, then maybe you shouldn’t come back to camp.” Sandstorm told him with a deathly cold meow.

The she cat turned tail, and kicked up snow at the gray warrior. Lionkit lay sprawled out against the cold ground. His throat felt like it had just been set on fire. Sandstorm was at his side in an instant. “Are you okay?” Her voice was calm, but her scent gave away her fear.

Lionkit could only nod, as he staggered to his paws. “I want to go home.” He rasped out. Sandstorm nuzzled his head. “You don’t have to worry about him. Ashfur has always had a problem with the past.” She threw a menacing look at Ashfur. “But if he’s smart enough, he wont come back to camp until nightfall.” She snorted.

Sandstorm let Lionkit put his weight on her shoulders, as the two slowly lumbered home. I will be back for you Ashfur ... Lionkit thought to himself. I may be small now, but one day i will make you pay for this ...

[warriorspowerofthreeredux]

Warriors headcannon

Smudge brags to all the other kittypets that his old nextdoor neighbor joined a cult, and took over the entire thing.

"so this guy was just a fat fucking ball of orange, and he goes out and takes over a entire forest of murder cats, all because he wanted to keep his berries"

[starclanmemes]

i don’t know what possessed me to make this joke, but i feel like the way someone sits in a hottub says a lot about them as a person

[run-home-kittypet]

[warriorspowerofthreeredux]

Warriors deaths

So I know that warrior cats is basically groups of cult cats with unnecessary terrible deaths.

Silverstream died from birthing complications. Feathertail got impaled. Purdy died on the spot from a heart attack. Crookedstar's entire life.

But the saddest death I've ever dealt with in the books was Sorreltail. First my Brackenboy has to find his mate dead, while his kits ask why mom's sleeping. The worst part? When Brackenfur calls his kits away - and his daughter steps on Sorreltails ear and then *apologizes* for it. I've never felt such pain