GrayWillow FF
5
By soph of bred
The gorse tunnel led them out of camp, and into the deep forest. They tried to be as silent as possible just in case prey was nearby. The soft crackling of the leaves made GrayWillow more calm. They trudged through the forest, until they reached the gorge. There was a huge bridge, which they carefully crossed. GrayWillow peered over the edge, she stared down at the rushing waters, and the splashing of small waves hitting the edge of the gorge. She was enchanted, it looked beautiful! She kept staring down, she watched the waterfall, even though she knew that it killed one of her dearest friends. She kept staring, wishing she could just jump down, and swim through the water: and then, she lost balance, something was pushing her off, she fell off the side, and swung her body around, so she could grab onto the edge. There was WhitePelt, looking down on her with a sinister grin. GrayWillow wailed for help, even though HalfFace was nowhere in sight, the only cats there were her and WhitePelt. Whitepelt set her paw on GrayWillows, threatening to throw her off. WhitePelts paw slowly was pushing one of GrayWillows paws off, when HalfFace ran from the forest, with Blackstar, MistyLeaf, PoppyPaw, and LightPetel. They all stared at the horrible scene that was going down. Blackstar took a breath in, and then ran out onto the gorge, and threw himself on WhitePelt, both spitting curses at each other. HalfFace ran over, and pulled GrayWillow up back onto the safety of the bridge. She stared into the eyes of the orange and black tabby. He had beautiful green and orange eyes, they glittered with kindness. She had now thought differently of HalfFace. Before, she thought of him as a friend, now she thought of him as a hero. He saved her life, and she wished she could give him a billion thanks. HalfFace was about to speak, when MistyLeaf pulled GrayWillow from him. “Are you ok? Any scratches, gashes, scars, marks, bruises?” Said MistyLeaf. “No, I’m ok. Now I’m going back with HalfFace,” GrayWillow said. She slipped back with HalfFace. “So, what were you going to say?” GrayWillow asked him. “I really like you, I would do anything for you. GrayWillow, will you please be my mate?” HalfFace asked. “Why not? You saved my life! I never thought that you would save my life! You like me a lot. I can tell. So, yes,” GrayWillow retorted. “Thank you GrayWillow, you're the best!” HalfFace said. They both smiled, and nudged each other’s flank. GrayWillow had a mate.
GrayWillow woke in the morning, and heard the leader call from the high rock. “All cats old enough to catch their own prey, please come to the center of the clearing.” GrayWillow stretched and left her den, following Blackstars call. “We are here to announce, it’s the time again that three of our kits have grown up to six moons. It is time for their apprentice ceremony,” he said. GrayWillow found Halfface and sat next to him, greeting him with a friendly nuzzle. “Goldenkit, Flowerkit, and Spottedkit, please step up.” GrayWillow spotted two large kits step up to the middle, and one nervously walking up. “Goldenkit, for now on, until you serve as a warrior, you will be Goldenpaw. Your mentor will be Halfface,” Halfface stepped away from his spot next to GrayWillow and next to Goldenkit. “Halfface, you are brave, and have saved lives. I hope you will pass on your bravery to Goldenpaw, and one day she might save a life herself,” Blackstar said. Halfface and Goldenkit looked at each other and touched noses. They stepped back into the crowd, for the next apprentice to be called up. “Flowerkit, from now on, until you earn your warrior name, you shall be known as Flowerpaw. Your mentor will be WhitePelt,” Blackstar said. GrayWillow flinched, feeling bad for the kit. She got the worst mentor ever! She tried to hope that WhitePelt would be nice to her mentor, unlike how she is to everyone else, except the deputy and leader. “WhitePelt, you are honest and intelligent. You shall pass on your best traits to your new apprentice. I know she will grow up to be a great warrior, with you to be there,” Blackstar said. GrayWillow flinched again. Blackstar knew what had happened a few days ago, but he didn’t want to worry WhitePelts new apprentice. The two cats touched noses. As they did, GrayWillow spotted a sinister grin on WhitePelts face. “And Spottedkit, until you earn your warrior name, you shall be known as Spottedpaw. Your mentor will be GrayWillow.” Suddenly pride and excitement shown in GrayWillows eyes. She stepped up quickly, to her new apprentice. “GrayWillow, I hope you pass on your intelligence, bravery, and problem solving abilities to your new apprentice,” Blackstar said. GrayWillows eyes shone, and she was frozen in excitement. She shook her head to clear it, and lifted her head down to her new apprentice. They touched noses, and smiled. “Goldenpaw! Spottedpaw! Flowerpaw!” A bunch of cats chanted. GrayWillow started to call the new apprentices names. Soon enough, every cat was chanting their names. Except for one cat, WhitePelt. GrayWillow left the crowd, to consult her. “Why are you not congratulating the new apprentices?!” She said, “Because I don’t want to, I’m getting my food. It’s lunch time,” WhitePelt said. GrayWillow saw she was munching on a large red squirrel. She decided to leave WhitePelt alone, there was no point in arguing.
She was walking to her den, to go back to rest, when a voice sounded behind her. “GrayWillow! Can we start training?” It was Spottedpaw. “Oh, ok. We’ll train,” GrayWillow replied. She turned around to face her new apprentice.
Ivywhisker’s Truth Chapter 15!
5
By warriorsIScool
Leopard: yeah ofc it’s fine! I didn’t have anything planned out for him, so he was the perfect one to murder!!! 😈 😈 😼 😼 😼 😼
LOLLLLL I JUST REALIZED MY STORY TOOK A SUPER DARK TURN AFTER REREADING THIS CHAPER LOLLL 🤣 ima just die now 💀
•What? No!•
Murmurs began to spread throughout the island, cats whispering and guessing. The Tribe of Rocky Mountains had declared war on MysticClan?
“That is true.” A silk-smooth voice cut through the chatter, coming from the ginger-and-black tom that had climbed the tree. “Mysticstar interfered one too many times. He took the she-cat I desired into his protection, leaving me unable to mate her. I will tell you the story. One snowy night, a tom dragged a frozen she-cat into my camp. The tom was not her mate. Her mate was dead, and she was carrying his kits. I had watched the she-cat from afar, grew to love her, and when her mate died from a complete accident on the -Thunderpath, you call it?- I wanted her even more. And then she just arrived at my camp one night!
“Mysticstar showed up and magicked her away. What could I do against that? He stuck his nose into where it was not welcomed. I don’t want to punish MysticClan for his actions. I came here tonight with that as an excuse, to find that she-cat. I know that she’s here.”
His words rang throughout the clearing. Ivywhisker had a sinking suspicion that he was talking about her, but he didn’t love her and was using that as an excuse, and began to edge towards the tree bridge.
“I see you.”
Those three simple words scared the life out of her. Her breath came in short pants and her legs wobbled, threatening to drag her down.
“Now, Fire Casting. Is this really necessary?” Maplestar protested.
“Ivywhisker, I love you. Will you come to my camp in the mountains? You will be respected and taken care of, and your kits will grow up there to be great warriors.”
He left that last sentence as a bit of a threat. Would her kits grow up there, or would her kits not grow up at all? He could kill her kits easily, she didn’t doubt that.
•Birch… please forgive me… you were not my first love, but you will be my last…•
She looked him straight in the eye and responded, “Yes.”
The entire Gathering lost it, yowling threats of murder and thoughts of conspiracy and StarClan knows what else.
But Fire Casting Shadows on Trees simply jumped down from the branch and walked away. She followed him obediently, her whole body screaming run, but she wouldn’t get far with her belly. The Clans watched in shock as one of their own departed unwillingly yet willingly. Moonwater’s face was a mixture of anger, disappointment, sadness, and regret. But she crossed the tree bridge with the tom possessively resting his tail on her back and disappeared into the mountains, never to be seen again.
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Or at least, that’s what •you• cats thought at the time. My story doesn’t end here. I will die a heroine’s death, go out a blazing star. I will see Birch again. But now, I walk away, away from my home and towards an uncertain future.
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“And when you’re gone, who remembers your name?
Who keeps your flame?
Who tells your story?
Who tells your story?”
|vy (HTTYD reference when she thinks abt Birch and the quote is Hamilton. Also Ivy’s talking at the end before the quote)