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  • kiwibattlecats
    05.05.2021 - 3 days ago

    Deerleg  ♀ Gorseclan Warrior/Queen “Light brown spotted tabby she-cat with amber eyes.” Sassy || Practical || Defensive || Athletic  Mother: Stoatberry (deceased) Father: Splashfur (Flaxclan; deceased) Sister: Wekadash Brother: Flintstripe (deceased) Mate: Sheercrag Kits: Howlpaw (deceased) Mentor: Ramcharge (deceased) Appears in Dappledshade’s Vision

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  • dramaticfightcats
    18.12.2020 - 4 monts ago

    Deerleg || Medcine Cat of ShadeClan

    Serious and rational tom with an affinity for botany. Deerleg is rather detached from the rest of his Clan, he doesn‘t like to talk much and prefers to spend time in his den tending to his plants. He does have a friend in Cottonrush, OakClan’s medicine cat, and they sometimes bond over walks before or after the Medicine cats monthly meetups. His tail is a bit crooked after an accident during kithood, and sometimes he has trouble with balance. He doesn’t care much for his leader, Shrikestar, but he allowed her to renounce her previous deputy to promote Wolfscratch.

    Apprentice: none

    Kin: Squirreltuft (sister), Stoneshine (brother)

    #little boy w a special interest in botany #warriors#warriors cats#wc#deerleg#medicine cats#Shadeclan
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  • four--stars
    25.01.2020 - 1 year ago

    Four Stars alliegances: Windclan


    Mousestar - brown tom with curled ears and pale blue eyes


    Honeybush - pale yellow tabby tom with a missing leg and green eyes

    Medicine cat

    Redthistle - redish brown tabby molly with yellow eyes


    Silverstrike - buff gray tabby and white scarred molly with blue eyes

    Gopherfur - fluffy brown and cream molly with curled ears and pale blue eyes (Apprentice: deerpaw)

    Nighteye - pure white tom with one amber eye and a blue eye (Apprentice: gorsepaw)

    Smallmouse - fluffy dark brown tom with tiny ears and yellow eyes (Apprentice: cloudpaw)

    Flamestripe - lucious white molly with a red stripe and green eyes (Apprentice: spotpaw)

    Pebbledapple - white tom with gray spots and blue eyes (Apprentice: Sweetpaw)


    Sweetpaw - light brown molly with a white spot and blue eyes

    Deerpaw - light brown tabby tom with white paws and yellow eyes

    Cloudpaw - white and cream molly with yellow eyes

    Gorsepaw - brown spotted tabby tom with blue eyes

    Spotpaw - grayish brown and white molly with yellow eyes


    Dovesky - sleek light gray molly with pale green eyes

    Fieldwind - yellowish brown molly with redish spots and green eyes


    Stagfur - sleek brown tabby with yellow eyes

    Whitecloud - fluffy white molly with blue eyes

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  • kiwibattlecats
    05.05.2021 - 3 days ago

    Wekadash  ♀ Gorseclan Warrior/Queen “Brown classic tabby and white she-cat with orange eyes.” Easily Distracted || Hot-headed || Stubborn || Caring Mother: Stoatberry (deceased) Father: Splashfur (Flaxclan; deceased) Sister: Deerleg Brother: Flintstripe (deceased) Mate: Boulderstar (deceased) Kits: Riverpaw (deceased), Boarkit Mentor: Bitternwing (deceased) Appears in Dappledshade’s Vision

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  • kiwibattlecats
    23.04.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    Sheercrag  ♂ Gorseclan Warrior (Elite Guard) “White tom with grey on the right side of his face and blue eyes.” Stoic || Strong || Soft-spoken || Obedient 

    Mother: Lightstep (deceased) Father: Hailstorm Brothers: Icestar and Waspsting Sister: Creampelt Mate: Deerleg Mentor: Tidecurl (deceased) Apprentice: Riverpaw (deceased) Appears in Dappledshade’s Vision

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  • cogentranting
    04.07.2020 - 10 monts ago

    Who wants to read the 20 page Warrior Cats fanfiction I wrote when I was twelve that I have no memory of writing but that was just mailed back to me by a friend I haven’t seen in probably eight years?!!

    You’re in luck! Here it is, in all its glory, with spelling errors, inconsistent capitalization, typos and weird storytelling choices all left perfectly intact in order to truly capture my childhood essence. Also it’s missing the first nine pages but I swear they don’t matter. 

    Also available on AO3 if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25077949

    She-cat called Mousetree sat flicking her ears irratabley. “One of those kits should have been mentored by me. I’m older and more experienced and I’ve never had an aprentice.” Mousetree wailed.

                  The Thunderclan deputy, a large silver and black tabby with a twisted foot, Thistlefoot, listened quietly. When he responded his voice was calm and even. “It was up to Moonstar to decide who mentored them. She believed that there were things that Poppypelt and Pinecloud could teach them that you could not.”

                  “Such as?” growled Mousetree.

                  “Poppypelt and Pinecloud are very calm and reserved. Those aprentices need caution more than anything. And you tend to have a bit of a temper, something kits with that much energy don’t need. I’ll look into getting you an aprentice but there’s not much I can do. Now, I believe I asigned you to the dawn patrol. You’d best get some rest.”

                  Thistlefoot was well respected in all the clans, and few could match him as a fighter. Despite his bad paw he was swift and strong. He was expected to be a strong Leader.

                  As Mousetree stormed off the lovely Moondust entered. “Who’s going to the gathering tonight?” Moondust mewed politely.

                  Thistlefoot sighed and listed the cats. “Rosesky, Swamppaw, Sunpaw, Snowfur and Thunderpaw, Foxtail, Lion’sMane and Sundrown and you. AcornHead’s being left in charge while we’re gone. Can you tell everyone for me? I have to talk to Moonstar.”

                  “Okay. I better get on it.” Moondust mewed.

                  Thistlefoot slowly made his way to The leaders den beneath the highrock.

                  “Moonstar? I have an odd feeling that something strange is going on.” Thistlefoot began worriedly. “We haven’t seen any of the clans for a moon.”

                  “Shouldn’t that be considered a good thing? We don’t want trouble with the other clans.” Moonstar did not seem scornfull or indifferent only puzzled.

                  “I agree, but why should they be so peacefull? I’m only saying that we should be prepared.”

                  “Thank you Thistlefoot. I’ll remember that. Its time to leave for the gathering.”

                  “Yes Moonstar.”


                  Sundrown, a golden tabby she-cat, stared across the clearing at FourTrees. Shadowclan and Windclan had arrived but there was no sign of Riverclan.

                  Sunpaw came over and sat down by Sundrown.

    “Where could Riverclan be? They should have been here by now”

    As soon as the words were out of her mouth Riverclan appeared over the crest of the hill.

    “Where’s Broadstar? They only brought the deputy, Mossbird.” Puzzled Rosesky approaching Sundrown.

    Mossbird ran straight across the clearing and leaped onto the greatrock. The Windclan leader, Ravenstar, and The Shadowclan leader, Tawnystar, looked at each other in confusion.

    “Cats of all clans I have important news!” Mossbird called proudly without waiting to discuss with the leaders who would speak first.

    Ravenstar moved forward and faced Mossbird.

    “I hope Broadstar is well, no bad news I hope?”

    “Broadstar is fine. Our clan just has many preparations to make. Broadstar did not wish to come,” Mossbird answered stiffly. “Once again I have important news. Change is coming to the forest. Riverclan has seen it. If we join together Riverclan can lead you through the dangers!”

    Moonstar eyes were wide with disbeleif. “What is this danger Mossbird?”

    “Why should I, I mean How can I Riverclan help you if you do not join us? Broadstar will give you one moon to make your decision.” She curled her lip in a sneer. “I’m finished. You may continue with your worthless gossip of kits and warriors, soon that will all be a thing of the past.”

    The rest of the gathering passed uneventfully, every cat was to busy thinking over the odd proclamation of Riverclan to pay much attention to the rest of the talk. Every cat seemed bewildered, even Riverclan.

    Back at the camp Thistlefoot entered the leaders den to see Moonstar pacing wildly.

    “Are we going to join Riverclan Moonstar” Thistlefoot mewed quietly.

    “I’m not sure. They would not say what the danger was.” She frowned. “I’m going to speak to Riverclan. I must see Broadstar. I’ll take only Thunderpaw with me.”

    “Thunderpaw? Why?”

    “He’s an aprentice. A medicine cat aprentice. A sign of peace to show we don’t want to fight. But Thunderpaw is also one of the strongest cats in the clan so if we are unjustly attacked we will be able to defend ourselves.”

    “Yes Moonstar.”

    As soon as Moonstar and Thunderpaw were out of the camp Thistlefoot arranged to lead a patrol along the Riverclan border.

    Thunderpaw tagged along behind Moonstar. He cautiously looked around at the unfamiliar Riverclan territory. It seemed an odd mision to him. Riverclan obivously was not going to tell what the danger was, so why were they crossing into enemy territory?

    The wind carried fresh Riverclan scent to Thunderpaw. He stiffened and looked at his leader. Moonstar’s ears were pricked but she merely continued walking. Out of the brush stepped a Riverclan warrior. He growled and took a step backward.

    “Take me to see Broadstar,” Moonstar demanded. “I must speak with him.”

    The tom nodded and walked forward into the brush. Moonstar followed.

    The Riverclan camp was a bustle of activity. The was no fresh kill pile and it did not appear that there were any patrols out. In the center of the activity was Mossbird, shouting orders. When Mossbirds saw them she turned and stormed over.

    “Moonstar, what do you want?” It was not spoken as the customary deputy to a leader. It was said as one leader to another.

    Moonstar’s voice was cool and even. “I must speak to Broadstar. Take me to him.”

    “You come here with one of your strongest warriors and expect to be lead to our leader. Really Moonstar.”

    “Mossbird I’m surprised. Thunderpaw is an aprentice. And whats more a medicine cat aprentice. Surely he is not a threat?”

    “Hmph. Broadstar does not wish to see anyone, not even his own clan. Why should I take you to him?”

    Moonstar’s long white pelt bristled at Mossbird’s arrogant tone.

    “Let her in Mossbird,” came a voice Thunderpaw recognized as Broadstar’s.

    Mossbird grunted and led them to a thorn bush. Thunderpaw could see a cat moving inside through the leaves.

    “The aprentice will stay with me,” growled Mossbird.

    Thunderpaw couldn’t hear what Moonstar and Broadstar saying but he could tell by the otne of their voice that something was wrong. After awhile Moonstar rushed out. Her fur was fluffed out and her eyes were stretched wide.

    “We’re leaving. Now.” Her voice made it sound as if the world were collapsing beneath her paws.

    They left the Riverclan camp in a hurry but Mossbird bounded after them.

    “Don’t go the way you came, don’t go over the Stepping Stones. We’ve scented rogues over there. Follow the river to Sunning Rocks. Near there is a fallen tree. You can cross over that way.”

    Mossbird nodded a farewell and raced back to her own camp.

    As the cats neared Sunning Rocks Thunderpaw stepped in a small hole and fell to the ground. His muzzle was next to a hole identical to the one he’d stepped in. A strange scent flooded his nose. Thunderpaw’s eyes widened in alarm. He raised his head just in time to see a reptilian head emerge from another of the small holes.

    “Moonstar!” Thunderpaw’s alarmed call was just enough to urge Moonstar to turn her head. The snakes head darted out to bite Moonstar’s hind leg. Thunderpaw leaped just as the glistening fangs connected in Moonstar’s leg.

    Thistlefoot’s patrol pricked their ears. The sounds of a tussle near Sunning Rocks drew them closer. They bounded across a fallen log into Riverclan. A small patch of land lay ahead. Dozens of snake holes littered the ground. Moonstar lay on the ground, gritting her teeth in pain. Thunderpaw was franticly looking about. At his feet lay a dead adder.

    “Moonstar! What happened?” mewed Thistlefoot in alarm.

    “An adder. I have to get back to camp,” Moonstar muttered.

    “Deerleg, you and the others take Moonstar back to camp. Thunderpaw and I have to go warn Riverclan of the adders.”

    Thunderpaw once again found himself in the Riverclan camp.

    Mossbird came up to greet them.

    “Well its the wasted aprentice and the proud deputy. Yes such a waste of a strong cat. Now what do you want this time. An attack?”

    “We came to warn you. You have adders near Sunning Rocks. We killed one but there may be more.”

    “adders? Really. I trust no one was hurt?”

    “We are fine thank you.”

    As they turned to leave Thunderpaw glanced back to see Mossbird glaring after them.

    The camp was in an uproar. Every cat wanted to know what had happened. Thunderpaw hid in the shelter of Snowfur’s den. Snowfur was worriedly treating Moonstar. Thunderpaw felt like his exhaustion would overwhelm him yet he could not sleep. However sleep finally overcame him.

    Thistlefoot’s eyes opened to see Snowfur prodding him. It was the middle of the night and everyone else was asleep.

    “It’s Moonstar,” Snowfur wailed. “She wants to see you.”

    Thistlefoot imediately jumped to his paws.

    At Moonstar’s den Thunderpaw was busily working.

    “I’ve got to get some herbs for Moonstar. Thunderpaw will be here,” Snowfur’s meow sounded scared.

    Moonstar’s head turned so that she was facing Thistlefoot and Thunderpaw. When she spoke it was in gasps, as if a full sentence would be to much.

    “Riverclan… danger. Help… Broadstar. Grab for power. The clan… needs… strong leadership. Beware… Riverlcan. Be a… strong… leader.” Moonstar’s breaths were coming in gasps.

    “Moonstar rest, please. You’ll soon be better.” Thistlefoot pleaded.

    Moonstar shook her head. “You will… be a strong leader. The clan… is strong.”

    “Moonstar. I need your help, Moonstar!”

    But Moonstar lay still.

    Snowfur came in with a bundle of herbs. She dropped them and lowered her head in grief for her dead leader.

    Sunpaw awoke at dawn to an eerie wailing.  She padded outside to see The light brown elder, DustThroat, sitting outside the leaders den wailing. The gray and white Tom, Graytail, appeared with the silver taby Tigerstripe. They were carrieing their leader between them.

    They placed Moonstar’s body in the center of the clearing. As the rest of the clan awoke and poured out of their den’s wailing broke out at the sight of their leaders lifeless body. Sunpaw searched for Thistlefoot. She spotted him leaping onto the Highrock.

    “Let all cats old enough to groom their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting.”

    Thistlefoot’s deep yowl echoed throughout the clearing and seemed to reassure the clan.

    “Moonstar is dead. Killed by an adder bite.”

    His voice was thick with grief and his eyes brimmed with sadness.

    Snowfur leaped on to the Highrock beside Thistlefoot and began to speak in her quiet reassuring voice. “As our new leader Thistlefoot will be taking a leader’s name. His name shall now be Thistlestar.”

    Thistlestar stepped forward. “Graytail take some cats to bury Moonstar’s body. Foxtail take the dawn patrol out. Deerleg you can take a patrol at Sunhigh. Pinecloud take a warrior and your aprentice hunting.” He paused and took a deep steadying breath. “The new deputy of Thunderclan shall be,” he stopped then boomed, “the new deputy of Thunderclan shall be Foxtail!”

    No cat who looked in least surprised excepting Foxtail herself. Thistlestar had hoped to cheer the clan with a new deputy and did cheer them a little but not enough.

    Foxtail got to her feet. “I would be honored to be the new deputy,” there were a few scattered cheers before Foxtail continued, “but surely there must be someone better, someone with more experience?”

    Thistlestar’s deep tone rang out in the forest. “None that I can think of are more suited than you. Foxtail surely you have heard the rumors that you would be the next deputy? Those rumors were spread not just because it was clear you were favored not only by myself but by Moonstar. Those rumors were spread because the clan thought you could do the job and do it well. Although none thought you would have to do it so soon.” As Thistlestar finished Foxtail nodded slowly, as if giving her consent.

    Thistlestar repeated loudly, “Foxtail is the new deputy of Thunderclan!” and this time it was met by the applause of a whole clan. The clan was cheering for a new deputy, a new leader, and a new start.

     Rosesky paced just inside the gorse tunnel entrance to the camp.

    “Where is Thistlestar? Should have been back by now. No organization any more.”

    Foxtail trotted up to Rosesky, surprised by the pretty gray she-cat’s distress.

    “What’s wrong Rosesky? Anything I can do?”

    Rosesky looked at Foxtail. Thistlestar had been a different kind of deputy, more strict and commanding. Foxtail organized patrols but she also seemed to more listening and comforting, no cat could really describe what was so different about her. Because she was not Moonstar or Thistlestar the clan seemed to recoil from her new authority as if she were the adder that had killed Moonstar. Despite all that Rosesky looked at Foxtail with respect.

    “No.” She shook her head. “I need to speak to Thistlestar. He’s been out hunting Thunderpaw since dawn. He’s only been leader for four nights and he’s already doing whatever he likes.”

    ”He needs to think. He takes Thunderpaw out because Thunderpaw is to busy hating himself for not knowing what to do for Moonstar to ask questions. I’ll talk to you and then I’ll tell Thistlestar.”

    “Fine. I want Sunpaw to be made a warrior. I wouldn’t be surprised if he made his own apprentice, Leafpaw, a warrior as well. They are the two oldest aprentices besides Thunderpaw. Sunpaw deserves to be a warrior. I think Thistlestar should take them out and assess them. It would boost the clans spirits to have two new warriors.”

    “I agree. I’ll speak to Thistlestar.”

    Thistlestar trudged through the gorse tunnel at that moment. Rosesky looked excited.

    “Thistlestar! We need more warriors. I think Sunpaw and Leafpaw should be made warriors.” Rosesky pricked her ears forward waiting for Thistlestar’s answer to her request.

    Thistlestar looked thoughtful. “We’ll do it before we eat tonight.”

    Rosesky seemed perfectly content with his answer.

    Thunderpaw ducked into the aprentice den. Foxpaw sat up as he entered. Thunderpaw sighed as he sat down.

    “I don’t think I want to be a medicine cat.”

    Foxpaw started.

    “This isn’t because of Moonstar is it?”

    “No. It’s… don’t you think I’d be a better warrior? I mean I’m big and strong and I’m having trouble controlling my temper. A medicine cat is supposed to be gentle. I’ve seen Rabbitpaw sitting outside the den and listening to Snowfur teach me. I can’t help thinking Rabbitpaw would make a better medicine cat than me.”

    Foxpaw thought a minute. “If that’s the way you feel then you should talk to Thistlestar. You’re just as good a hunter and fighter as any warrior. And you’re right, Rabbitpaw does seem to want to be a medicine cat.”

    Thunderpaw nodded. “I’ll talk to him now.”

    Thistlestar was in his den when Thunderpaw found him.

    “Thistlestar? I’ve come to a decision. I want to be a warrior not a medicine cat. I think Rabbitpaw would like to be Snowfur’s new apprentice, after all Moonstar was her mentor.”

    Thistlestar nodded “If you’re sure…”

    “Yes Thistlestar.”

    “Very well. It’s nearly sundown. I’ll talk to Rabbitpaw and Snowfur.”


    “Let all cats old enough to groom their own fur gather beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting.”

    Thistlestar looked noble and dignified on the Highrock. He held his head with a new air of authority.

    “Sunpaw you have trained hard to earn your warrior name. From here on your name shall be Sunset.

    Leafpaw you have also trained hard for this moment. Your warrior name shall be Leafstream.

    Thunderpaw. You have chosen to become a warrior instead of a medicine cat. Your warrior name shall be Thunderwing.

    Rabbitpaw, Moonstar was your mentor. You have chosen to train to become a medicine cat. Snowfur shall now be your mentor.

    Thunderwing, Sunset and Leafstream you will sit vigil tonight and gaurd the camp.”

    Thistlestar jumped down from the Highrock to signal the end of the meeting.

    Stormcloud the black and white she-cat, prowled through the undergrowth with her aprentice, a large ginger tom called Horsepaw, behind her. She scented mouse but ignored it. She wasn’t hunting. Stormcloud was patrolling the Shadowclan border.

    Shadowclan scent flooded her nostrils and Tawneystar stepped out of the undergrowth. The Shadowclan leader aproached Stormcloud.

    Tawnystar’s ears twitched self consiciously.

    “Stormcloud. I came over to warn Moonstar that we’ve seen rogues on your side of the thunderpath. I’d be gratful if you would tell her for me.”

    Stormcloud sniffed. She could smell a large Shadowclan patrol. This was no friendly warning.

    “Horsepaw go tell… Moonstar… Tawnystar’s.. message. Quickly. I’ll be right behind you.” She turned slowly. Sharp claws grasped her sides and a weight dropped onto her back. Yowling broke out and Stormcloud saw a lean warrior leap on Horsepaw.

    Stormcloud hissed and threw off her attacker. Fear for her clan lent her paws speed. Horsepaw stretched out and ran beside Stormcloud. They leapt down the ravine with the Shadowclan cats just behind them. They plunged into the camp.

    The prickily Graytail leaped to his feet smelling their fear scent. His closest friends Deerleg and Onestripe were right behind him.

    Lion’sMane burst out of the warriors den. “What is it?”

    “We’re being attacked.” Yowled Stormcloud.

    “Attacked? By one of the other clans?” Wailed Lion’sMane in disbelief.

    “No genius. The mice chased us here from the Shadowclan border.” Snapped Stormcloud. She was Foxpaw’s close friend and shared her dislike of the golden tom.

    Shadowclan burst into the camp. Graytail flexed his claws and leaped at Tawnystar. Onestripe battled beside him. Moondust and GoldenRain raced into the clearing followed by Thunderwing. It had been five nights since he became a warrior and his choice had left him satisfied. All around the clan was leaping into battle, driving out the Shadowclan cats. As the last Shadowclan cat fled Thistlestar made his way through the triumphantly yowling cats. He leaped onto the Highrock. There was no need to gather the clan, they were already looking up at him.

    “With the warnings of danger from Riverdclan, Windclan and Shadowclan are desperate to prove that they are strong. I believe that is why Shadowclan attacked. We must not show weakness and invite attack. That is why I feel that we should not inform the other clans of Moonstar’s death  until the next gathering where I will announce it.”

    Graytail frowned. “So we should show our strength and attack them!”

    Stormcloud growled and got to her feet.

    “Oh yeah, Tawnystar looked real strong sitt’in there in the woods lookin’ at her paws and mumbling something about rogues on our side of the Thunderpath!”

    “Quiet!” Thistlestar snapped regaining quiet. “Thunderclan does not attack without cause. It was that way with Moonstar and it is that way with me. Skypelt, take Sundrown, Mousetree and Acornhead to make sure Shadowclan has left our territory.”

    The tortoiseshell she-cat nodded and led the other three she-cats into the forest.

    “Snowfur and Rabbitpaw, start tending wounds. Poppypelt…” He was cut of by Snowfur.

    “That reminds me. Poppypelt needs to move into the nursery. Another warrior will have to take over Spottedpaw’s training.”

    Thistlestar looked over the cats in the clearing. Skypelt and her patrol had stopped to see who the new mentor would be. Mousetree was looking up hungrily. She had wanted one of these aprentices for herself but Thistlestar new she was not the right cat. Still his decision could make him very unpopular with the firey she-cat. Six other cats stood out at him. Graytail, Deerleg, Onestripe, Thunderwing, Sunset, and Leafstream. Graytail didn’t have the patience for a cat like Spottedpaw. Deerleg showed a strong dislike for the apprentice. Leafstream and Sunset were quite young. That left Onestripe and Thunderwing. They were not as calm as Poppypelt, but maybe they could get Spottedpaw to put her energy to good use.

    “Spottedpaw needs a new mentor. Her mentor shall be… Onestripe.”

    The white warrior leaped to his feet. He had one ginger stripe running along his flank.

    Thistlestar realized that this was the young warrior’s chance to show that he was not just Graytail’s follower. It was his chance to prove himself. Snowstorm, a gray queen, moved forward to congratulate Onestripe.

    Something was nagging at the back of Thistlestar’s mind.

    “Thunderwing. May I speak to you in my den.”

    Thunderwing entered the den to see Thistlestar pacing wildly.

    “Thunderwing. Why did you go that way?”

    “What?” Thunderwing was bewildered.

    Thistlestar snorted impatiently. “Why didn’t you and Moonstar cross at the Stepping stones?”

    “Mossbird told us they’d scented rouges near the stepping stones. She told us to follow the river until we’d reached a fallen tree. Why?”

    Thistlestar didn’t appear to hear the young tom. The nagging had only grown stronger. Something was out of place.

    “You can go now Thunderwing.”

    Skypelt, Sundrown, Mousetree and Acornhead stood at the Shadowclan border. They had seen the raiding party cross the hard gray thunderpath and disapear into the undergrowth.

    “Let’s wait for a minute to make sure they don’t come back,” suggested Acornhead mildly.

    The other she-cats nodded in reply. Soon Skypelt got up to leave. Her thin gold and black body tensed as the roar of an approaching monster on the thunderpath. She turned to see a glistening white monster approaching.

    Its hard shiny pelt gleaming in the sun as it swerved as if it were a young kit, still unsteady on its paws. The she cats mouth opened in a yowl of suprprise as the monster leapt of the path and came towards them! The warriors leaped out of the way as the monster collided with a tree. It lay on it’s side, black paws churning in the air. The twolegs inside the monster’s belly looked trapped and began to yowl soundlessly.

    Skypelt hissed, her ears pinned back, then led the patrol back towards camp. Once a safe distance away from the thunderpath the ginger Acornhead sat down, shaking her broad head.

    “Lousy twolegs. They’ve probably scared away all the prey from this area. Badgers at Snake rocks. Adders at Sunning Rocks. Now this. To top it all off we’ve got an inexperienced leader who leaves camp at dawn and doesn’t come back ‘til sundown.” Wailed Acornhead.

    Skypelt frowned. “The adders are across the river and the prey will be back there by the thunderpath by sunhigh tomorrow. Thistlestar was a great deputy and is a great leader. He is not gone all day. Show some respect for your leader.”

    “He did a fantastic job reasigning Spottedpaw a mentor,” mewed Moustree with bitter sarcasm.

    Sundrown’s face twisted into a scowl. “This is the kind of talk that tears a clan apart. Besides, Onestripe is a quite capable mentor.”

    Skypelt sighed. “Let’s just get back to camp and report this to Thistlestar.”


    Thunderwing, Onestripe and Spottedpaw leaped quickly through the forest.

    “So… this… is your…training… plan? Wear… out…Spottedpaw… before… she can… do any… permanent damage.” Panted Thunderwing.

    The group stopped to rest. Onestripe shook his head.

    “No. I’m getting her to use her energy for hunting and fighting. Although I do try to go quickly.”

    Thunderwing laughed. Onestripe seemed like a different cat when he was away from Graytail and Deerleg, less prickly and more open.

    “Badgerleg is healed now. He’ll be taking over Starpaw’s training again, leaving Lion’sMane to us.”

    Thunderwing hesitated. “Something’s been bothering Thistlestar since Moonstar died. I can’t tell what… and I don’t think he can either. I’m sure it has to do with… what was that?”

    A rustle in the undergrowth warned him of approaching cats, and the scent told him they were not from any clan he knew.

    Three cats emerged from the ferns, two toms and a she-cat. The invaders hissed and arched their backs.

    “Rogues!” Spat Onestripe.

    Thunderwing smelled Thunderclan as they were unexpectedly joined by a hunting patrol consisting of Badgerleg, Sunset, GoldenRain and Thistlestar.

    The strange she-cat flexed her claws in indignation.

    “Rouges! How dare you? We are loyal members of Ledgepack!”

    Thistlestar began to look interested.

    One of the toms stepped forward, giving the she cat a warning glance.

    “We are battlers of Ledgepack. We only wish to pass through your pack’s land. Our pack was driven out and we must find new territory before snowcover.”

    Spottedpaw flicked her ears in confusion.


    The tom looked uncertain. “Yes. The time of year when snow covers the ground.”

    “He means leafbare,” explained Thunderwing.

    “Is your whole clan with you?” Thistlestar mewed.

    “Our pack is waiting for us in the valley with the four oaks.”

    “Fourtrees? The other clans will not be happy to see your there at the gathering tomorrow night.” Thistlestar paused. “You may stay here in our territory until the morning after the gathering. Go and tell your leader and then meet me back here.”

    Thistlestar could not really think about what he had just done, he was to busy trying to deal with the horrible suspicion that was forming and replacing the nagging that had been in the back of his mind since the death of Moonstar. A horrible suspicion that Moonstar’s death had been no accident.

    His thoughts were put aside as the bushes rustled. The cats tensed, expecting an attack. Out of the bushes burst a young rabbit ran from the bracken, its paws pounding the earth. The patrols nearly laughed with relief.

    Soon after the previously seen cats emerged from the bracken. Behind them was an elderly black tom. The black cat stepped forward and dipped his head.

    “Greetings. I am Night, ruler of this pack. You have met my scouts Hill,” the ginger tom who done most of the speaking, “Sky,” the she-cat, “and Drop.” The Third cats dipped his head.

    Thistlestar’ stepped forward. “I am the leader of this clan. My name is Thistlestar. You’re welcome to stay at our camp. This way.”

    The pack followed the clan cats deep into Thunderclan territory.

    As they aproached the camp Mousetree and Graytail rushed out, pelts brsitleing.

    “They must have smelled Ledgepack,” Thunderwing whispered to Onestripe.

    “I’ll announce your presence to the clan,” Thistlestar mewed in his deep growling voice.

     “Thunderwing!” The black cat shook himself then looked around to see who had waken him. It was the ginger ledgepack battler, Hill.

    The tom came up to him looking uncertain.

    “Thunderwing?” Thunderwing nodded and the tom went on, more confidently now. “Your ruler, Thistlestar wishes to see you.”

    The pack had just come this morning and they were already relaxing inside the camp. Thunderwing made his way across the camp. He saw the fierce battler, Sky, curled up alongside Mousetree. Hill was approaching Sunset. The tom seemed strangely interested in the she cat. Thunderwing shook off the thought and entered the leader’s den. Thistlestar was lying with his head on his paws as if he were asleep. His eyes were wide open but they looked distant as if his mind was far away.

    “Thunderwing,” He spoke in a soft whisper, “we’re going to Riverclan.”

     Sunset felt her fur tingle when she saw the handsome ginger tom turn towards her. Hill had hunted with her earlier. Something about the hunt had made her heart beat faster. She felt unexplainable pleasure at seeing Hill.

    “Sunset!” Hill purred in genuine delight. “Have you eaten?”

    “No. Will you eat with me?” Sunset’s fur grew hot.

    Hill seemed pleased. “I’ll get you something for you,” Hill purred. He bounded over to the fresh kill pile and returned with a thrush and a vole.

    Sunset took the thrush and they settled down to eat.

    “This land is rich with prey, much better hunting land then our old home.” He sighed. “Some of our pack are becoming quite comfortable in your clan and it worried me.”

    “Your clan will soon find a new home overflowing with prey.”

    Hill looked as if he wanted to say something but had thought better of it. Instead he muttered something about going to talk to Night. Sunset sadly watched him go.

     “Thistlestar why are we here?” panted Thunderwing.

    Thistlestar did not answer. Instead in reply he snapped, “I smell no rogues.”

    Thunderwing stared at his leader in shock. They were in Riverclan territory next to the Stepping Stones.

    “Thistlestar that was a moon ago. The rogues Mossbird warned us of would have left long ago.”

    “Yes, but when you first entered this territory with Moonstar did you smell rogues?”

    “No,” Thunderwing answered hesitantly.

    “Hide, a patrol is coming.”

    As they hid in the bushes a patrol could be heard.

    “Those adders are definatly gone thanks to Thunderclan.”

    “They’d been stealing the prey over there for so long I didn’t care who got rid of them.”

    “Beechfur. Quiet. I smell intruders.”

    Thistlestar stepped from the bushes with his head held high. “I wish to speak to Broadstar.”

     Thistlestar sat down in Broadstar’s den. Mossbird was out of camp, otherwise they would not have been allowed in.

    Broadstar glanced around anxiously as Thistlestar spoke. “What did you tell her when Moonstar visited you?”

    Broadstar’s ears twitched nervously. “I told Moonstar that this was none of my doing. Mossbird has taken over the clan. Only her three thugs and I know that she is in control. My clan thinks I have turned my back on them, ruling them without taking part in their lives. You must not agree to join Riverclan. Mossbird is planning to attack whoever will not join her. She wants it clear that Riverclan is the danger. You will probably have another few days after the gathering. She is not a good planner. She did not stop to think how she would fight three clans with one. Somehow Mossbird will find a way. Remember…” He broke off suddenly. “Yes. Your only hope of a peaceful life lies in Riverclan.”

    Thunderwing confusion was clear until he spotted the brown tabby shape of Mossbird through the branches at the back of Broadstar’s den.

    Thistlestar picked up on the change immediately.

    “The danger comes from behind your territory? That explains why no other clan has foreseen it.”

    They paused as Mossbird trotted away.

    “As I was saying, remember Thistlefoot, don’t give in to Mossbird’s threats. You should leave now.”

    Thistlestar stood and left the den. They crossed the camp without attracting Mossbird’s attention and soon found themselves in their own territory. Beneath the OwlTree Thunderwing and Thistlestar stopped to hunt. The bracken parted to reveal Sunset and Hill, walking so close their pelts touched. Sunset looked embarrassed to be found walking alone with the Ledgepack tom. She lowered her head and stepped to her left at the same time as Hill stepped to the right.

    “Hunting?” Thunderwing questioned.

    “Uh... yeah… what you said. Hunting,” stuttered Sunset. “We should hunt somewhere else. Right Hill?”

    The large tom nodded. Thunderwing smiled as the pair bustled off.

    Thistlestar sat down next to Thunderwing. “You do know what we’ve discovered don’t you?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Riverclan knew about the adders. There never were any rogues, Moonstar had learned Mossbird’s secret” he paused as Thunderwing shied away half knowing what his leader was going to say. “Mossbird sent you that way on purpose. She made up the rogues. She wanted Moonstar dead, and she succeeded. However, Mossbird has no idea of her triumph. Right now I assume she is terrified that Thunderclan will betray her secret to her clan.”

    “Why shouldn’t we? Stop this threat now, once and for all.”

    “It would just be our word against hers. As far as their consorned it would be their deputy’s word against a rival clan’s deputy. “

    The tom wearily got to his paws and trudged off.

     “Did you hear?” Foxpaw raised her head from her mouse when she heard Thunderwing’s voice. The black cat purred at the sight of the red aprentice.

    “What?” she mewed gently.

    “Rawtooth joined the elders den. Swamppaw’s training has been left to Lion’sMane.” He let out of mrrrow of laughter. “Swamppaw’s following him around like a love struck kitten. Poor cat has to put up with a dreamy eyed aprentice.”

    Foxpaw snorted unsympatheticly.

    “Guess who Lion’sMane’s got eyes for?”

    Foxpaw scowled. “I don’t care as long as it’s not me.”


    Foxpaw leaped to her paws at the mention of her friend’s name.

    “Well,” she said trying to stay calm, “I’m sure she’s got no interest in him.”

    “Oh I wouldn’t be too sure about that. He’s a decent looking cat.”

    “But that can’t be!” She wailed. “Stormcloud knows how awful he is, how I dislike him.”

    “I could distract her from him. She’s not so bad looking herself.”

    He bent down and gave his chest a few licks then looked up grinning.

    “You’d better not!” She dropped into a crouch and lashed her tail.

    He laughed. “Na. There’s another cat I’d rather spend my time with.” He looked at her with undisguised tenderness.

    “Oh. I forgot to tell you.” Foxpaw mewled. “I’m becoming a warrior this evening.”

    “Congratulations. I’m due to go one patrol. See you.” He turned to go but Foxpaw called after him.

                  “Where did you go with Thistlestar this morning?”

                  Thunderwing was nearly overwhelmed with the desire to share with Foxpaw what they had learned. He caught himself. Thistlestar would announce it to the clan when he was ready.

                  “Just out hunting.” He walked slowly away, weaving among the Ledgepack cats.

    “Let all cats old enough to groom their own fur gather beneath the HighRock for a clan meeting.”

    At evening the call wrung out and the cats made their way to the huge rock at one side of the clearing.

    Thistlestar raise his head and boldly began. “Foxpaw you have trained hard for this moment. You have become clever and fast. Foxpaw, your warrior name shall be, Foxwit.”

    “Foxwit!” “Foxwit!” chanted the clan and soon Ledgepack joined in.

    Thunderwing bounded over to Foxwit. They raced from the camp, their pelts brushing. Sunset watched them leave. She sadly wished that her own affection towards Hill could be so open and easy. She looked around for the ginger tom. She felt a surge of warmth at the sight of him. She knew that she should stop herself from becoming too close to Hill but she pushed thoughts of that kind away. Hill came to greet her and they went off to eat.

    Foxwit looked around the camp for Stormcloud. She spotted the black and white she cat speaking to the queen Snowstorm. Deerleg, the father of Snowstorm’s kits, came over to Stormcloud and sat down. The three cats were watching the two kits, Clearkit and Rainkit, tumble about. Foxwit made her way over to Stormcloud. She leaned over to speak but before a word escaped her mouth Lion’sMane trotted up.

    The tom flick his ears, signaling he wanted Stormcloud to follow him, and the two walked off. A little disappointed Foxwit sat down. She had been wanting to speak to Stormcloud about what Thunderwing had said earlier consorning Lion’sMane. Stormcloud’s behavior simply worried her more.

    Foxwit turned to Snowstorm and Deerleg. “Your kits look healthy.”

    Snowstorm turned to look at her with a said expression on her face. “Didn’t you hear? After your naming, when you were hunting with Thunderwing, Snowfur examined them. It seems they’re both completely blind. Thistlestar seems to think they can still be trained, though he’s not sure they’ll ever become warriors.”

    “Oh. I’m so sorry.” Foxwit murmured.

    “Don’t be sorry. They’ll one day be strong warriors.” Hissed Deerleg, rather more sharply than he intended. He glanced at Rainkit, a brown tabby like himself. The kit batted playfully at her sister, a white she-cat like her mother.

    He stalked away and the other two queens, Moondust and Poppypelt, looked up from discussing their kits that were yet to be born.

    “I heard once,” began Poppypelt quietly, “of a blind cat that became a warrior. Besides I’d be more worried about Spottedpaw and Goldpaw becoming warriors, than those two. Leave it to a stubborn cat like Acornhead to have kits like them.”

    The she-cats let out a couple mrrows of laughter. Foxwit stood and padded over to the bush where the warriors slept. She ducked inside. Foxwit made her way over to the nest where Stormcloud slept. She scraped together a moss nest next to the black and white cat’s nest and went to sleep.

     Thistlestar stood at the edge of the slope that led down to FourTrees. Beside him stood the Ledgepack leader, Night. Side by side the leaders lead their cats forward. Thistlestar leaped onto the Great Rock where the other leaders waited. Again Broadstar was absent, his stop occupied by Mossbird.

    Ravenstar stepped forward. “Perhaps you’d like to go first, Thistlefoot.”

    Thistlestar nodded and stepped up to face the clans.

    “Cats of all clans, I bring grave news. One moon ago Moonstar went to visit Broadstar about Mossbird’s request.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mossbird hurriedly speaking to Night in a whisper. “Broadstar spoke to Moonstar and told her everything. Mossbird is currently in control of Riverclan. She has trapped Broadstar in his own den with her three followers. She spoke of danger, but the danger she spoke of is Riverclan. Mossbird is planning to attack us if we do not join Riverclan and except her leadership. Mossbird was a fraid. She sent Moonstar back a different way, making up a story of rouges near the Stepping Stones as an excuse. She knew there were adders the way she sent Moonstar. Our leader was biten and killed. I have taken the name Thistlestar.” He stopped and drew back. The Shadowclan and Windclan gazed intently at Mossbird. The Riverclan cat finished whispering and stepped forward.

    “I do not deny it,” the brown tabby yowled. “As I have said, Riverclan will be strong. As one clan we will be more powerful than anything, even stronge than twolegs. I will lead the clan. In three days time Riverclan will meet you here. If you do not join us we will fight you and drive you out.”

    Ravenstar stepped up. The wiry black Windclan leader’s head hunt as if he were ashamed. “Windclan will not fight, for or against Riverclan.”

    Mossbird nodded, “so you will join us?”

    “In three days, not a minute before.”

    Mossbird seemed pleased. “Good. Wise decision Ravenheart.”

    Thistlestar flinched at the obvious contempt Mossbird showed by calling the leader by his warrior name. For the first time he was worried. Riverclan still seemed to support Mossbird despite what she had done, promises of grandeur distracting them from her treachery and deceit. And now Windclan had yielded to Riverclan.

    “Tell me Mossbird, how do you expect to fight three clans with one?”

    Mossbird smiled. “Why Thistlestar! I had no idea there were that many clans in the forest. Lets see… one, two, three, four… five. Yes. Who is this cat Thistlestar? Would you like to explain.”

    Thistlestar moved up slowly. “This is the Ledgepack ruler, Night. His pack is staying in my clan’s camp for a few days until they are ready to continue their search for new land.”

    Tawnypelt scowled. “I believe it is my turn,” she snarled. “We have a new warrior. Hedgefur sits with us tonight. A litter of kits was born yesterday.” She dipped her head and stepped back.

    Ravenstar opened his mouth to speak but Mossbird cut him off.

    “Ravenheart, you are apart of my clan now, you are no leader, you have lost the right to speak.”

    She hissed and tryed to chase him off the boulder.

    Thistlestar thrust his muzzle in Mossbird’s face. “He said he would join you only at the end of three days. He is still a leader.”

    Ravenstar nodded his thanks to Thistlestar and started to speak. “Two litters of kits have been born. WE have three new aprentices, Lakepaw, Thrushpaw, and Seapaw. Our medicine cat, Birdtail, has taken an aprentice, Brackenpaw.”

    “Now that you’re all done jabbering like jays we can go home,” hissed Mossbird.

    Riverclan ran from the hollow with their tails held high, as if they had already won the upcoming battle. Thistlestar summoned Foxtail and the two went to find Tawnystar. They found the she-cat crouching in conference with her deputy, Jaybeak. The blue-gray she-cat raised her head and touched her leaders shoulder with her tail. Tawnystar turned and greeted Thistlestar with a dip of her head.

    “Greetings. You failed to mention Foxtail was the new deputy. Congratulations.”

    “Will you fight beside Thunderclan?” Rumbled Thistlestar.

    Tawnystar hesitated. “What else can we do? Submit to being treated like foolish aprentices. Ravenstar is weak. What leader would let himself be treated like that. When do you expect your guests to be leaving?”

    “Not soon, I hope. Windclan’s cowardice sickens me. I suggest you strengthen your camp. I’ll see you on the battle field.”

     Thistlestar leaped down from the Highrock. He had just told the clan what he had learned of Mossbird’s plot. He looked around the clearing. Aproaching him from Ledgepack’s makeshift camp was Night. The ruler looked confident and proud.

    “Thistlestar! My pack is leaving.”

    “Have you found a home? I was not aware.”

    “We have been made an offer, by Mossbird.” As the black cat spoke Thistlestar felt alarm growing inside him. “Mossbird said that if we fight for her and except her leadership we can have our share of territory in her forest. I have accepted.”

    Night leapt up to the Highrock and called his clan. “Ledgepack. We are leaving We shall live with Riverclan for three days, and then, when Mossbird is ruler, we shall return and this will be our home!”

    Ledgepack’s cheers nearly drowned Thunderclan’s gasps of horror. Reluctantly the Ledgepack mothers left the nursery. As the throng of cats moved toward the entrance, Sunset found herself looking for one ginger pelt.

    Night turned. “Hill. Lead the pack. Hill?”

    Sunset felt fur brush against her pelt and breathed in Hill’s warm scent. “No,” called Hill. “I’m not going with you. I will not help that evil cat drive out these cats as we were driven out.”

    Night lashed his tail angrily and stalked off at the head of his pack.

    Hill padded over to Thistlestar. “I’d like to say here if you’ll let me. If not I’ll move on, but no matter what I am no longer a battler of Ledgepack.”

    Thistlestar nodded and gentley said, “you may stay as a member of Thunderclan.”

    Hill walked back over to Sunset. “I love you Sunset, more than I could ever have imagined possible. But that’s not why I stayed. I stayed because what my pack is doing is wrong.” Sunset felt bitter disappointment burn in her paws. “It would be selfish to leave our home because of love. We would be depriving our clan, or pack, of a strong warrior and a friend. “Sunset nodded knowing he was right. “But I still love you Sunset.”

    She leaned against him, breathing in the warm scent of his fur.

    Foxwit glanced at Hill and Sunset. It reminded her she still hadn’t spoken to Stormcloud about Lion’sMane. She spotted Stormcloud and bounded over.

    “Stormcloud! Can I talk to you alone.”

    “Sure Foxwit.”

    The two she-cats sat down in the ferns at the edge of the camp.

    Foxwit took a deep breath. “Stormcloud don’t. Stay away from Lion’sMane.”

    “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Stormcloud’s fur grew hot.

    “Don’t try to hide it you’re clearly attracted to him. You can’t be. You know how much I dislike him.”

    Stromcloud’s tail twitched angrily. “So what if I am? It’s none of your business. I happen to think Thunderwing is the most disagreeable cat I’ve ever met, that your affections are wasted on him, but I’ve never said anything because you’re my friend and I believe you truly have feelings for him. That’s between you and him,” hissed Stormcloud. She flattened her ears and stalked off.

    Foxwit got up and went to search for Thunderwing. She spotted the black tom coming toward her. In her hurry she collided with the distinctive golden fur of Lion’sMane.

    Foxwit bristled. “Watch it Kittypet,” she spat. Her fight with Stormcloud making her even more hostile than usual.

    Lion’sMane snarled and bounded away. Foxwit felt Thunderwing come up behind her.

    “Is your fight with Lion’sMane still going on? I thought it ended moons ago.”

    “What’s wrong with that?” snapped, Foxwit, far more sharply than she intended.

    Thunderwing flattened his ears as if she had struck him. “Its pointless. He made a mistake long ago and now everytime you see him you spit fire. Whenever you get near each other you act like kits. Face it Foxwit, it’s time to put old arguments aside.” He touched her gently with his tail. “Come hunting with me. The clan needs more fresh kill.”

    The two cats strolled out of camp.

     Two days until the fight, only two days. It was all Tigerstripe could think about. He aproached Thistlestar’s den, his gray and black tabby fur bristleing with the thought of what he was about to ask for.

    “Thistlestar?” He called entering the den.

    “Yes Tigerstripe?”

    “I want to lead a patrol to chase off the badger at Snake Rocks. I’d like to take Thunderwing, Foxwit, Stormcloud, and Lion’sMane.”

    “Some of our youngest warriors?” Thistlestar said questioningly.

    “Also some of our strongest.”

    “Very well. We must drive out the badger.”

     Foxwit bounded from boulder to boulder up the ravine. At the top she stopped and gave her chest a quick nervous lick. Facing a badger was dangerous and she was glad she had two strong fighters like Thunderwing and Tigerstripe with her. As much as she hated to admit it, she was also glad to have the muscular Lion’sMane with her. With the three toms in front of her and Stormcloud by her side, she proceeded onward to Snake rocks.

    As they approached Snake Rocks Foxwit’s fur began to bristle. The stench of badgers was now strong. She sat down to wait. It was early, just past dawn, so the badgers should have been returning from their night scavenging soon. They didn’t have to wait very long. Out of the bushes a young badger blundered. It stumbled into Foxwit. His eyes grew wide with fear. The young badger was now big enough to cause problems for a single grown cat. The mother followed her cub, snarling vicously.

    With a yowl Tigerstripe threw himself at the cub. Foxwit slashed out at the mother her claws got thick black fur but nothing else. The badger leapt on Foxwit, pinning her to the ground. The mother raised her paw, ready to slash at her throat, a blow that would have surely killed a cat. Suddenly the badger was jerked backwards by a cat. Foxwit opened her mouth to thank Thunderwing, but it was Lion’sMane, not Thunderwing who stood there. She shut her jaws abruptly and leapt once again at the badger. She raked her claws along it’s side. Blood seeped from the wound. The badger roared angrily and shook her massive striped head. The badger turned and ran. Foxwit stared in horror.

    “Its heading for the camp,” yowled Stormcloud.

    Foxwit chased after it with the others pounding along behind her. As she neared the ravine she slowed down. The badger was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly a roar told her the badger was behind her. Foxwit whirled around with her back arched. The badger lunged forward, knocking the ginger she-cat backwards. Foxwit tumbled off the edge of the ravine, only managing to hang on with her front paws. Her hind legs dangled high above the ground. She flexed her claws trying to find grip, but her claws only scraped hard stone. The badger wheeled around to face the remaining members of the patrol.

    “Thunderwing! Help me, I’m going to fall!”

    The black tom leapt over the badger. The huge creature spun and lashed out at Thunderwing with a powerful forepaw. His face contorted into a screech of pain as the badger’s claws raked his shoulder. The badger turned back to the others. Thunderwing leaned over and grabbed the scruff of Foxwit’s neck in his teeth. He pulled backward, but with no result. Suddenly Foxwit felt another set of jaws grab her from the other side and together Thunderwing and Lion’sMane pulled her back onto solid ground. Foxwit briefly leaned on Thunderwing before leaping back at the badger. The big creature let out a last roar of defiance and lumbered off, herding its cub in front of it. The cats stood shoulder to shoulder, yowling in triumph.

     Inside the camp Lion’sMane ran up to Foxwit. “Foxwit I need to speak to you.”

    She laid back her ears but spoke without the usual venem. “What is it? I’m supposed to be on the dawn patrol, I need to get some sleep.”

    “I think we should put old arguments aside and stop fighting.” Before she could reply he turned and bounded over to Stormcloud who was waiting for him by the fresh kill pile.

     Sunset watched as Pinecloud and Onestripe led Spottedpaw and Goldpaw out of the camp for training. The usually frisky aprentices looked somber, burdened with the thought of the battle the next day.  The whole clan was tense, as if Mossbird was right in front of them, ready to spring at them with claws outstretched. Sunset sighed and looked around for Hill. The big tom had seemed distraught since Ledgepack had left. Hill spent most of his time talking to the senior warriors, learning about the clans and the territory. Most of the senior warriors, Rosesky, Tigerstripe and Foxtail, were to busy to teach the battler, but Skypelt and Badgerleg realized that he needed to know these things if he was to be part of the clan. Sunset spotted Hill speaking to Badgerleg in a clump of ferns. On her way over to them she decided to stop by the medicine cat’s den. She peered into the dark den.  Sunset was shocked to see no Snowfur but Thunderwing. The black cat was crouched beside Rabbitpaw speaking to her in a soft voice.

    “Are you hurt Thunderwing?”

    The black tom looked up at the sound of Sunset’s soft voice. “No, I… I was just helping Rabbitpaw with a mixture for tomorrow. Snowfur is gathering herbs so I thought I’d lend a paw.” He looked wistfully at the rows of herbs.

    “You miss it sometimes don’t you?” Sunset murmured.

    Thunderwing nodded. “Every now and then, but I’m a warrior now.”

    “Thunderwing, I can’t remember what we use for infection,” Rabbitpaw called.

    Sunset smiled and backed out of the den. She padded over to Hill as Badgerleg walked. Hill sprang to his paws.

    “Sunset! Did you want to go hunting? I’d like to show you one of our hunting techniques.”

    “Sure,” she purred.

    They padded into the forest. Nothing about the quiet woods betrayed the threatof horrible danger the cats were preparing to face the next day. Sunset tasted the air for the scent of prey and picked up the scent of mousse. Here a cat could nearly forget about Mossbird’s treachery. Sunset sighed and brought her mind back to the hunt.

     “Let all cats old enough to groom their own fur gather beneath the HighRock for a clan meeting!” The call echoed throughout the clearing.

    Thistlestar began to speak. “Some warriors will need to stay at camp during today’s battle. All queens and elders will stay in camp with the kits. “

    Snowstorm, Poppypelt, Moondust, Rawtooth and Dustthroat nodded.

    “I also believe one warrior and one apprentice should stay behind. Starpaw you and Hill shall stay.”

    “Thistlestar,” Hill raised his voice. “I would like to fight in the battle, to prove that my allegainances no longer lie in Ledgepack.”

    “Very well.” He paused, looking for a cat to take Hill’s place. He noticed Deerleg looking up, hopeful for the chance to stay and protect his mate and kits. “Deerleg you will stay with Starpaw. The rest of you eat quickly and be ready to leave by dawn. Aprentices you will help Snowfur and Rabbitpaw carry their supplies to FourTrees.”

    Thistlestar leaped down from the Highrock, dismissing the clan. He grabbed a thrush and began eating outside his den. Goldrain approached with his apprentice Quickpaw trailing behind him.

    Goldenrain’s green eyes were troubled. He looked as if he wanted to say something but it was Quickpaw who spoke first. “Thistlestar, I… the clan is frightened. What will happen if we lose the battle?”

    “We will be forced to join Riverclan or leave the forest.” Thistlestar mewed gravely.

    “Which will we do?” The young dark brown tabby tom asked hesitantly.

    Grief clouded Thistlestar’s eyes as he toward the small cat. Quickpaw was dwarfed by the huge leader’s powerful frame but now in the aprentice’s fear and uncertainty he looked even smaller. “We will not have to make that choice. We will win. We must win.”

                    Dawn was approaching when Thistlestar caught a flash of bright ginger-oragne fur and a cat staggered into camp. Firefur, the Windclan deputy stood in the center of the clearing, gasping for breath.

    He raised his head to look at the Thunderclan leader. “Thistlestar, you must win the battle. Windclan is treated awfully. We have neither their respect nor their affection. All of us, even Ravenstar and myself are treated as less than aprentices. I am the only one who dares to defy Mossbird. If Ravenstar will not protect Windclan, I will. I plead for the chance to fight for my clan’s freedom. I want to go to battle with you, Thunderclan.”


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  • thenewnio
    30.05.2020 - 11 monts ago

    My favorite chapter of The Last Unicorn

    He was the color of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him like sweat, and his roar started landslides flowing into one another. His horns were as pale as scars.

    For one moment the unicorn faced him, frozen as a wave about to break. Then the light of her horn went out, and she turned and fled. The Red Bull bellowed again, and leaped down after her.

    The unicorn had never been afraid of anything. She was immortal, but she could be killed: by a harpy, by a dragon or a chimera, by a stray arrow loosed at a squirrel. But dragons could only kill her‌—‌they could never make her forget what she was, or themselves forget that even dead she would still be more beautiful than they. The Red Bull did not know her, and yet she could feel that it was herself he sought, and no white mare. Fear blew her dark then, and she ran away, while the Bull’s raging ignorance filled the sky and spilled over into the valley.

    The trees lunged at her, and she veered wildly among them; she who slipped so softly through eternity without bumping into anything. Behind her they were breaking like glass in the rush of the Red Bull. He roared once again, and a great branch clubbed her on the shoulder so hard that she staggered and fell. She was up immediately, but now roots humped under her feet as she ran, and others burrowed as busily as moles to cut across the path. Vines struck at her like strangling snakes, creepers wove webs between the trees, dead boughs crashed all around her. She fell a second time. The Bull’s hooves on the earth boomed through her bones, and she cried out.

    She must have found some way out of the trees, for she was running on the hard, bald plain that lay beyond the prosperous pasture lands of Hagsgate. Now she had room to race, and a unicorn is only loping when she leaves the hunter kicking his burst and sinking horse. She moved with the speed of life, winking from one body to another or running down a sword; swifter than anything burdened with legs or wings. Yet without looking back, she knew that the Red Bull was gaining on her, coming like the moon, the sullen, swollen hunter’s moon. She could feel the shock of the livid horns in her side, as though he had already struck.

    Ripe, sharp cornstalks leaned together to make a hedge at her breast, but she trampled them down. Silver wheatfields turned cold and gummy when the Bull breathed on them; they dragged at her legs like snow. Still she ran, bleating and defeated, hearing the butterfly’s icy chiming: “They passed down all the roads long ago, and the Red Bull ran close behind them.” He had killed them all.

    Suddenly the Bull was facing her, as though he had been lifted like a chess piece, swooped through the air, and set down again to bar her way. He did not charge immediately, and she did not run. He had been huge when she first fled him, but in the pursuit he had grown so vast that she could not imagine all of him. Now he seemed to curve with the curve of the bloodshot sky, his legs like great whirlwinds, his head rolling like the northern lights. His nostrils wrinkled and rumbled as he searched for her, and the unicorn realized that the Red Bull was blind. If he had rushed her then, she would have met him, tiny and despairing with her darkened horn, even though he stamped her to pieces. He was swifter than she, better to face him now than to be caught running. But the Bull advanced slowly, with a kind of sinister daintiness, as though he were trying not to frighten her, and again she broke before him. With a low, sad cry, she whirled and ran back the way she had come: back through the tattered fields and over the plain, toward King Haggard’s castle, dark and hunched as ever. And the Red Bull went after her, following her fear. Schmendrick and Molly had been spun away like chips when the Bull went by‌—‌Molly slammed breathless and witless against the ground, and the magician hurled into a tangle of thorns that cost him half his cloak and an eighth of his skin. They got up when they could, and went limping in pursuit, leaning on one another. Neither one said a word. The way through the trees was easier for them than the unicorn had found it, for the Red Bull had been there since. Molly and the magician scrambled over great treetrunks not only smashed but trodden halfway into the ground, and dropped to hands and knees to crawl around crevasses they could not fathom in the dark. No hooves could have made these, Molly thought dazedly; the earth had torn itself shrinking from the burden of the Bull. She thought of the unicorn, and her heart paled. When they came out on the plain, they saw her‌—‌far and faint, a tuft of white water on the wind, almost invisible in the glare of the Red Bull. Molly Grue, a little crazy with weariness and fear, saw them moving the way stars and stones move through space: forever falling, forever following, forever alone. The Red Bull would never catch the unicorn, not until Now caught up with New, Bygone with Begin. Molly smiled serenely. But the blazing shadow loomed over the unicorn until the Bull seemed to be all around her. She reared, swerved, and sprang away in another direction, only to meet the Bull there, his head lowered and his jaws drooling thunder. Again she turned, and again, backing and sidling, making crafty little dashes to this side or that; and each time the Red Bull headed her off by standing still. He did not attack, but he left her no way to go, save one. “He’s driving her,” Schmendrick said quietly. “If he wanted to kill her, he could have done it by now. He’s driving her the way he drove the others‌—‌to the castle, to Haggard. I wonder why.” Molly said, “Do something.” Her voice was strangely calm and casual, and the magician answered her in the same tone. “There is nothing I can do.” The unicorn fled once more, pitifully tireless, and the Red Bull let her have room to run, but none to turn. When she faced him for a third time, she was close enough for Molly to see her hind legs shivering like those of a frightened dog. Now she set herself to stand, pawing the ground wickedly and laying back her small, lean ears. But she could make no sound, and her horn did not grow bright again. She cowered when the Red Bull’s bellow made the sky ripple and crack, and yet she did not back away. “Please,” Molly Grue said. “Please do something.” Schmendrick turned on her, and his face was wild with helplessness. “What can I do? What can I do, with my magic? Hat tricks, penny tricks, or the one where I scramble stones to make an omelet? Would that entertain the Red Bull, do you think, or shall I try the trick with the singing oranges? I’ll try whatever you suggest, for I would certainly be happy to be of some practical use.” Molly did not answer him. The Bull came on, and the unicorn crouched lower and lower, until she seemed about to snap in two. Schmendrick said, “I know what to do. If I could, I’d change her into some other creature, some beast too humble for the Bull to be concerned with. But only a great magician, a wizard like Nikos, who was my teacher, would have that kind of power. To transform a unicorn‌—‌anyone who could do that could juggle the seasons and shuffle years like playing cards. And I have no more power than you have; less, for you can touch her, and I cannot.” Then he said suddenly, “Look. It is over.” The unicorn was standing very still before the Red Bull, her head down and her whiteness drabbled to a soapy gray. She looked gaunt and small; and even Molly, who loved her, could not keep from seeing that a unicorn is an absurd animal when the shining has gone out of her. Tail like a lion’s tail, deerlegs, goatfeet, the mane cold and fine as foam over my hand, the charred horn, the eyes‌—‌oh the eyes! Molly took hold of Schmendrick’s arm and dug her nails into it as hard as she could. “You have magic,” she said. She heard her own voice, as deep and clear as a sibyl’s. “Maybe you can’t find it, but it’s there. You called up Robin Hood, and there is no Robin Hood, but he came, and he was real. And that is magic. You have all the power you need, if you dare to look for it.” Schmendrick regarded her in silence, staring as hard as though his green eyes were beginning the search for his magic in Molly Grue’s eyes. The Bull stepped lightly toward the unicorn, no longer pursuing, but commanding her with the weight of his presence, and she moved ahead of him, docile, obedient. He followed like a sheepdog, guiding her in the direction of King Haggard’s jagged tower and the sea. “Oh, please!” Molly’s voice was crumbling now. “Please, it’s not fair, it can’t be happening. He’ll drive her to Haggard, and no one will ever see her again, no one. Please, you’re a magician, you won’t let him.” Her fingers struck even deeper into Schmendrick’s arm. “Do something!” She wept. “Don’t let him, do something!” Schmendrick was prying futilely at her clenched fingers. “I’m not going to do a damn thing,” he said through his teeth, “until you let go of my arm.” “Oh,” Molly said. “I’m sorry.” “You can cut off the circulation like that, you know,” the magician said severely. He rubbed his arm and took a few steps forward, into the path of the Red Bull. There he stood with his arms folded and his head high, though it drooped now and then, because he was very tired. “Maybe this time,” Molly heard him mutter, “maybe this time. Nikos said‌—‌what was it that Nikos said? I don’t remember. It has been so long.” There was an odd, old sorrow in his voice that Molly had never heard before. Then a gaiety leaped up like a flame as he said, “Well, who knows, who knows? If this is not the time, perhaps I can make it so. There’s this much of comfort, friend Schmendrick. For once, I don’t see how you can possibly make things any worse than they already are,” and he laughed softly.

    The Red Bull, being blind, took no notice of the tall figure in the road until he was almost upon it. Then he halted, sniffing the air, storm stirring in his throat, but a certain confusion showing in the swing of his great head. The unicorn stopped when he stopped, and Schmendrick’s breath broke to see her so tractable. “Run!” he called to her. “Run now!” but she never looked at him, or back at the Bull, or at anything but the ground. At the sound of Schmendrick’s voice, the Bull’s rumble grew louder and more menacing. He seemed eager to be out of the valley with the unicorn, and the magician thought he knew why. Beyond the towering brightness of the Red Bull, he could see two or three sallow stars and a cautious hint of a warmer light. Dawn was near. “He doesn’t care for daylight,” Schmendrick said to himself. “That’s worth knowing.” Once more he shouted to the unicorn to fly, but his only answer came in the form of a roar like a drumroll. The unicorn bolted forward, and Schmendrick had to spring out of her way, or she would have run him down. Close behind her came the bull, driving her swiftly now, as the wind drives the thin, torn mist. The power of his passage picked Schmendrick up and dropped him elsewhere, tumbling and rolling to keep from being trampled, his eyes jarred blind and his head full of flames. He thought he heard Molly Grue scream. Scrabbling to one knee, he saw that the Red Bull had herded the unicorn almost to the beginning of the trees. If she would only try one more time to escape‌—‌but she was the Bull’s and not her own. The magician had one glimpse of her, pale and lost between the pale horns, before the wild red shoulders surged across his sight. Then, swaying and sick and beaten, he closed his eyes and let his hopelessness march through him, until something woke somewhere that had wakened in him once before. He cried aloud, for fear and joy.

    What words the magic spoke this second time, he never knew surely. They left him like eagles, and he let them go; and when the last one was away, the emptiness rushed back with a thunderclap that threw him on his face. It happened as quickly as that. This time he knew before he picked himself up that the power had been and gone. Ahead, the Red Bull was standing still, nosing at something on the ground. Schmendrick could not see the unicorn. He went forward as fast as he could, but it was Molly who first drew near enough to see what the Bull was sniffing. She put her fingers in her mouth, like a child. At the feet of the Red Bull there lay a young girl, spilled into a very small heap of light and shadow. She was naked, and her skin was the color of snow by moonlight. Fine tangled hair, white as a waterfall, came down almost to the small of her back. Her face was hidden in her arms. “Oh,” Molly said. “Oh, what have you done?” and, heedless of any danger, she ran to the girl and knelt beside her. The Red Bull raised his huge, blind head and swung it slowly in Schmendrick’s direction. He seemed to be waning and fading as the gray sky grew light, though he still smoldered as savagely bright as crawling lava. The magician wondered what his true size was, and his color, when he was alone. Once more the Red Bull sniffled at the still form, stirring it with his freezing breath. Then, without a sound, he bounded away into the trees and was gone from sight in three gigantic strides. Schmendrick had a last vision of him as he gained the rim of the valley: no shape at all, but a swirling darkness, the red darkness you see when you close your eyes in pain. The horns had become the two sharpest towers of old King Haggard’s crazy castle. Molly Grue had taken the white girl’s head onto her lap, and was whispering over and over, “What have you done?” The girl’s face, quiet in sleep and close to smiling, was the most beautiful that Schmendrick had ever seen. It hurt him and warmed him at the same time. Molly smoothed the strange hair, and Schmendrick noticed on the forehead, above and between the closed eyes, a small, raised mark, darker than the rest of the skin. It was neither a scar nor a bruise. It looked like a flower. “What do you mean, what have I done?” he demanded of the moaning Molly. “Only saved her from the Bull by magic, that’s what I’ve done. By magic, woman, by my own true magic!” Now he was helpless with delight, for he wanted to dance and he wanted to be still; he shook with shouting and speeches, and yet there was nothing that he wanted to say. He ended by laughing foolishly, hugging himself until he gasped, and sprawling down beside Molly as his legs let go. “Give me your cloak,” Molly said. The magician beamed at her, blinking. She reached over and ungently pulled the shredded cloak from his shoulders. Then she wrapped it around the sleeping girl, as much as it would wrap. The girl shone through it like the sun through leaves. “Doubtless you are wondering how I plan to return her to her proper shape,” Schmendrick offered. “Wonder not. The power will come to me when I need it‌—‌I know that much now. One day it will come when I call, but that time is not yet.” Impulsively he seized Molly Grue, hugging her head in his long arms. “But you were right,” he cried, “you were right! It is there, and it is mine!” Molly pulled away from him, one cheek roughed red and both ears mashed. The girl sighed in her lap, ceased to smile, turned her face from the sunrise. Molly said, “Schmendrick, you poor man, you magician, don’t you see—” “See what? There’s nothing to see.” But his voice was suddenly hard and wary, and the green eyes were beginning to be frightened. “The Red Bull came for a unicorn, so she had to become something else. You begged me to change her‌—‌what is it frets you now?” Molly shook her head in the wavering way of an old woman. She said, “I didn’t know you meant to turn her into a human girl. You would have done better—” She did not finish, but looked away from him. One hand continued to stroke the white girl’s hair. “The magic chose the shape, not I,” Schmendrick answered. “A mountebank may select this cheat or that, but a magician is a porter, a donkey carrying his master where he must. The magician calls, but the magic chooses. If it changes a unicorn to a human being, then that was the only thing to do.” His face was fevered with an ardent delirium which made him look even younger. “I am a bearer,” he sang. “I am a dwelling, I am a messenger—” “You are an idiot,” Molly Grue said fiercely. “Do you hear me? You’re a magician, all right, but you’re a stupid magician.” But the girl was trying to wake, her hands opening and closing, and her eyelids beating like birds’ breasts. As Molly and Schmendrick looked on, the girl made a soft sound and opened her eyes. They were farther apart than common, and somewhat deeper set, and they were as dark as the deep sea; and illuminated, like the sea, by strange, glimmering creatures that never rise to the surface. The unicorn could have been transformed into a lizard, Molly thought, or into a shark, a snail, a goose, and somehow still her eyes would have given the change away. To me, anyway. I would know. The girl lay without moving, her eyes finding herself in Molly’s eyes, and in Schmendrick’s. Then, in one motion, she was on her feet, the black cloak falling back across Molly’s lap. For a moment she turned in a circle, staring at her hands, which she held high and useless, close to her breast. She bobbed and shambled like an ape doing a trick, and her face was the silly, bewildered face of a joker’s victim. And yet she could make no move that was not beautiful. Her trapped terror was more lovely than any joy that Molly had ever seen, and that was the most terrible thing about it. “Donkey,” Molly said. “Messenger.” “I can change her back,” the magician answered hoarsely. “Don’t worry about it. I can change her back.” Shining in the sun, the white girl hobbled to and fro on her strong young legs. She stumbled suddenly and fell, and it was a bad fall because she did not know how to catch herself with her hands. Molly flew to her, but the girl crouched on the ground staring, and spoke in a low voice. “What have you done to me?” Molly Grue began to cry. Schmendrick came forward, his face cold and wet, but his voice level. “I turned you into a human being to save you from the Red Bull. There was nothing else I could do. I will turn you to yourself again, as soon as I can.” “The Red Bull,” the girl whispered. “Ah!” She was trembling wildly, as though something were shaking and hammering at her skin from within. “He was too strong,” she said, “too strong. There was no end to his strength, and no beginning. He is older than I.” Her eyes widened, and it seemed to Molly that the Bull moved in them, crossing their depths like a flaming fish, and vanishing. The girl began to touch her face timidly, recoiling from the feel of her own features. Her curled fingers brushed the mark on her forehead, and she closed her eyes and gave a thin, stabbing howl of loss and weariness and utter despair. “What have you done to me?” she cried. “I will die here!” She tore at the smooth body, and blood followed her fingers. “I will die here! I will die!” Yet there was no fear in her face, though it ramped in her voice, in her hands and feet, in the white hair that fell down over her new body. Her face remained quiet and untroubled. Molly huddled over her, as near as she dared, begging her not to hurt herself. But Schmendrick said, “Be still,” and the two words cracked like autumn branches. He said, “The magic knew what it was doing. Be still and listen.” “Why did you not let the Bull kill me?” The white girl moaned. “Why did you not leave me to the harpy? That would have been kinder than closing me in this cage.” The magician winced, remembering Molly Grue’s mocking accusation, but he spoke with a desperate calmness. “In the first place, it’s quite an attractive shape,” he said. “You couldn’t have done much better and still remained human.” She looked at herself: sideways at her shoulders and along her arms, then down her scratched and welting body. She stood on one foot to inspect the sole of the other; cocked her eyes up to see the silver brows, squinted down her cheeks to catch a flash of her nose; and even peered closely at the sea-green veins inside her wrists, themselves as gaily made as young otters. At last she turned her face to the magician, and again he caught his breath. I have made magic, he thought, but sorrow winked sharp in his throat, like a fishhook setting fast.

    “All right,” he said. “It would make no difference to you if I had changed you into a rhinoceros, which is where the whole silly myth got started. But in this guise you have some chance of reaching King Haggard and finding out what has become of your people. As a unicorn, you would only suffer their fate‌—‌unless you think you could defeat the Bull if you met him a second time.” The white girl shook her head. “No,” she answered, “never. Another time, I would not stand so long.” Her voice was too soft, as though its bones had been broken. She said, “My people are gone, and I will follow them soon, whatever shape you trap me in. But I would have chosen any other than this for my prison. A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.” “No, it never thinks that,” the magician agreed. “That’s why it goes on being a rhinoceros and will never be welcome even at Haggard’s court. But a young girl, a girl to whom it can never mean anything that she is not a rhinoceros‌—‌such a girl, while the king and his son seek to solve her, might unravel her own riddle until she comes to its end. Rhinoceri are not questing beasts, but young girls are.” The sky was hot and curdled; the sun had already melted into a lion-colored puddle; and on the plain of Hagsgate nothing stirred but the stale, heavy wind. The naked girl with the flower-mark on her forehead stared silently at the green-eyed man, and the woman watched them both. In the tawny morning, King Haggard’s castle seemed neither dark nor accursed, but merely grimy, rundown, and poorly designed. Its skinny spires looked nothing like a bull’s horns, but rather like those on a jester’s cap. Or like the horns of a dilemma, Schmendrick thought. They never have just two. The white girl said, “I am myself still. This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me. How can anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?” Molly Grue put the magician’s cloak around her shoulders again, not for modesty or seemliness, but out of a strange pity, as though to keep her from seeing herself. “I will tell you a story,” Schmendrick said. “As a child I was apprenticed to the mightiest magician of all, the great Nikos, whom I have spoken of before. But even Nikos, who could turn cats into cattle, snowflakes into snowdrops, and unicorns into men, could not change me into so much as a carnival cardsharp. At last he said to me, ‘My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known. Unfortunately, it seems to be working backward at the moment, and even I can find no way to set it right. It must be that you are meant to find your own way to reach your power in time; but frankly, you should live so long as that will take you. Therefore I grant it that you shall not age from this day forth, but will travel the world round and round, eternally inefficient, until at last you come to yourself and know what you are. Don’t thank me. I tremble at your doom.’” The white girl regarded him out of the unicorn’s clear, amaranthine eyes‌—‌gentle and frightening in the unused face‌—‌but she said nothing. It was Molly Grue who asked, “And if you should find your magic‌—‌what then?” “Then the spell will be broken and I will begin to die, as I began at my birth. Even the greatest wizards grow old, like other men, and die.” He swayed and nodded, and then snapped awake again: a tall, thin, shabby man, smelling of dust and drink. “I told you that I was older than I look,” he said. “I was born mortal, and I have been immortal for a long, foolish time, and one day I will be mortal again; so I know something that a unicorn cannot know. Whatever can die is beautiful‌—‌more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?” “No,” she said. The magician smiled wearily. “You will. You’re in the story with the rest of us now, and you must go with it, whether you will or no. If you want to find your people, if you want to become a unicorn again, then you must follow the fairy tale to King Haggard’s castle, and wherever else it chooses to take you. The story cannot end without the princess.”

    The white girl said, “I will not go.” She stepped away, her body wary and the cold hair falling down. She said, “I am no princess, no mortal, and I will not go. Nothing but evil has happened to me since I left my forest, and nothing but evil can have become of unicorns in this country. Give me my true shape again, and I will return to my trees, to my pool, to my own place. Your tale has no power over me. I am a unicorn. I am the last unicorn.”

    Had she said that once before, long ago, in the blue-green silence of the trees? Schmendrick continued to smile, but Molly Grue said, “Change her back. You said you could change her. Let her go home.” “I cannot,” the magician answered. “I told you, the magic is not mine to command, not yet. That is why I too must go on to the castle, and the fate or fortune that waits there. If I tried to undo the transformation now, I might actually turn her into a rhinoceros. That would be the best thing that could happen. As for the worst—” He shivered and fell silent. The girl turned from them and looked away at the castle that stooped over the valley. She could see no movement at any window or among the tottering turrets, or any sign of the Red Bull. Yet she knew that he was there, brooding at the castle’s roots till night should fall again: strong beyond strength, invincible as the night itself. For a second time she touched the place on her forehead where her horn had been. When she turned again, they were asleep where they sat, the man and the woman. Their heads were pillowed on air, and their mouths hung open. She stood by them, watching them breathe, one hand holding the black cloak closed at her throat. Very faintly, for the first time, the smell of the sea came to her.

    #The Last Unicorn
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  • dimensionwriter
    20.03.2020 - 1 year ago

    Dimension Writer’s Masterlist

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    So, I wanted to redo my Masterlist since it’s a hot mess. Hopefully, this one doesn’t have any problems. (Knowing my luck, it will.)

    Last Update: 12/30/20

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    Orc x Reader

    Awkward Shades of Green (Zerx)

    Part One 

    Part Two

    Part Three

    Part Four

    My Little Buddy (Vyzer)

    Part One

    Part Two

    Part Three

    Part Four

    Hammer Away (Andy)

    Alien x Reader

    Quiet Space (Kozzy)

    My Mad Scientist (Professor)

    100 Days (Shark)

    Part One

    Part Two

    Part Three

    Light in the Form of Darkness (Noir)

    Part One

    Part Two

    Robot/ Android x Reader

    Robot Roommate (Elliot)

    Part One

    Mechanical Heart (Axel)

    Part One

    Part Two

    Part Three

    Part Four

    Part Five

    Part Six

    Part Seven

    Fight for the Heart (Willow)

    Part One

    Naga x Reader

    Wrapped Around Your Finger (Corel)

    Part One

    Part Two: Valentine Edition

    Part Three: Valentine Edition Continued

    Sweet Venom (Nohi)

    Part One

    Part Two

    Fight for the Heart (Willow)

    Part One

    Demon x Reader

    Gamer Boy (Karon)

    Love Hidden Within Sorrows (Anglizera, aka Angel)

    Sea Creature x Reader

    Sea Lover (Kai)

    Part One

    Part Two

    Stick To Me (Loire)

    Part One

    Part Two

    Earth Creature x Reader

    Midnight Mask 

    Part One

    Part Two

    Tangled within her Vines (Azalea)

    Minotaur x Reader

    Colour of my Heart (Arion)

    Unrequited Love ( Oliver)

    Dragon x Reader

    Wings of Love (Kaos)

    Part One

    Tiefling x Reader

    Hidden in Plain Sight (Cosmo)

    Part One

    Other Monsters

    Deadliest Friend (Death)

    Part One

    Part Two

    Not Quite Dead Roommate (Taoi)


    Day One (Werewolf)

    Day Two (Orc)

    Day Three (Naga)

     Day Four (Android/ Robot) 


    Faerie/ Butterfly Man x Reader

    Strong Orc Lady x Reader 




    Group Ask: After dating headcanons

    Group Ask: Personal Information

    Playing Among Us

    Halloween Costume 

    Pet Friendly 



    One: @deerlegged​

    Two: @didaskale-katejon​

    Three: @lord-boopsie​

    Four: @screaming-solzear​

    Five: @screaming-solzear​

    Six: @dandylion-puff​

    Seven: @dandylion-puff​

    Eight: @deerlegged​

    Nine: @screaming-solzear​

    Ten: @lil-foothills-heaven​

    Eleven: @lil-foothills-heaven​


     One: @the-resident-demon​


    One: @dyingrealslowinside​


    One: @asrasmysoulmate​

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    #dimensionwriter#exophilia#exo#Monster#monster boyfriend#Alien #alien x reader #orc #orc x reader #robot#android #android x reader #robot x reader #naga x reader #demon #demon x reader #merman x reader #merman#fan art#monsta #oc x reader #x reader#naga#my writing#tetro#monster girl#headcanon #awkward shade of green #sea lover#quiet space
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  • dimensionwriter
    07.02.2020 - 1 year ago

    Okay, so tumblr keeps messing up for me (I think. If you guys are seeing my reblog to @deerlegged , let me know). But @deerlegged made this awesome fanart of Axel that had me lowkey drooling over here. They made Axel into the hottest beefcake robot cop you have ever seen. Please, go over there and send them so love.

    Also, any of the people that have ever made fanart and you see it over here, please go check them out because I guaranteed that you won't regret.

    Thank you and hopefully tumblr will load those reblogs

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  • dimensionwriter
    07.02.2020 - 1 year ago


    ngl kinda nervous to be submitting these😳😳😳😳

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  • klaushargreeves
    11.06.2017 - 3 years ago

    deerleg replied to your post: OH. Alex Winter is a Cancer. OMG. OMG. He’s an...

    as a gemini i wholeheartedly relate

    Somebody save us

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  • criyay-blog
    09.02.2017 - 4 years ago


    Oh wait, silly Deer, they’re attached to my legs of course

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  • klaushargreeves
    25.01.2017 - 4 years ago

    deerleg replied to your post: Steven Universe and the Lost Boys. I honestly love...

    So true!

    Yea?! Who would you like to see fuse? Also what is their dance style. LMAO

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  • neptuneclay-blog
    21.12.2016 - 4 years ago

    Amazing pic of @deerleg and me 😍😘😏

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  • neptuneclay-blog
    16.12.2016 - 4 years ago

    @deerleg do u recall this ?

    #deerleg#best friend #goodbye for forever
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