User:Melkittycat/LeafClan's story

There's actually several versions of it. So just bear with me; I'll be sure to get it straightened out later!

LeafClan story
A cold, icy wind blew through the reeds bordering the frozen river. In the RiverClan camp, three bone-thin cats stared defiantly at their Clanmates, who were also severely underfed. The two she-cats and the tom before him were some of Crookedstar’s finest warriors, and now he was losing them during the worst leaf-bare the Clans had ever faced. What have these noble cats done that was so wrong? he wondered. Then he looked at his starving Clan and shook his head to clear his mind of the thought. RiverClan must remain strong, and every cat must be loyal to their own Clan. We cannot afford to give away our precious prey across the river, even if ThunderClan is weaker than us! Still, these warriors have always been loyal to him and, more importantly, the warrior code. But this had to be done.

“All cats who can hunt their own…” Crookedstar was too weak to finish his call and collapsed on the frosty ground.

“Crookedstar, please don’t stress yourself out,” pleaded Brambeberry, the RiverClan medicine cat. “You’ve been going through so much these past moons-”

“I’m fine,” he rasped, and proceeded with presenting the facts about the three traitorous warriors. “These cats have been hunting our valuable prey and giving it to ThunderClan, our rivals over Sunningrocks!” he announced. “They have also been working together with three WindClan cats to help the fox-hearted ShadowClan cats!”

Leafpelt, a tortoiseshell she-cat, gazed at Crookedstar boldly, neither confirming nor denying his accusations, her face emotionless.

“Thieving traitors!”

“Get them out of our camp!”

“Throw them in the river!”

“Why don’t you just try?” snarled Snownight, a black she-cat with white flecks on her pelt.

Leafpelt rested her tail tip on her infuriated sister’s shoulder and whispered, “Calm down; Crookedstar would never let them do that. We knew they would react this way, anyways.”

“Do you three mouse-brained fools realize that if ThunderClan is weaker than us, we can take back Sunningrocks when newleaf comes?” Leopardfur, a she-cat with an unusual spotted pelt, meowed.

“I’m sorry, Leopardfur, but ThunderClan and ShadowClan are worse off than Crookedstar and Tallstar realize,” Leafpelt mewed quietly. “If we had not helped them, they would have starved to death!”

“Even better for us!” Oakheart, the RiverClan deputy, yowled. “That means more territory for-” He could not finish the sentence and his legs gave way as a spasm of coughing overtook him.

“Oakheart, calm down!” Brambleberry mewed.

“Perhaps Leafpelt has a point,” mewed Mistyfoot, a blue-gray she-cat. “Don’t you have any compassion for any cat other than yourself? Maybe your heart is made of oak.”

“Shut up, you-” Leopardfur snapped.

“Leopardfur!” Brambleberry howled.

“All of the Clans must survive, or none,” Leafpelt yowled, her voice growing. “It is StarClan’s will for there to be four Clans in the forest! We are not sorry for what we have done!”

Rockfur, a dark gray tom, hung his head in sadness. “You know we will never be able to live here ever again, Leafpelt.”

Rockfur was right. RiverClan reacted as he feared; Crookedstar would have to evict the three warriors from the Clan.

Also shoved out into the cold by Tallstar, three former WindClan warriors met the RiverClan trio. Leafpelt ran to a ginger tom, Lionclaw, who tried to comfort the distraught she-cat.

“I know they won’t let us back among the Clans!” she wailed. “And I blew it! I yelled at Oakheart!”

“It’s over for us in WindClan, too,” he replied.

“What are we going to do now?” yowled a long-haired white WindClan she-cat named Whitefeather.

“I don’t know anymore. We have lost everything but each other,” lamented Smalltail, a brown tabby tom with half a tail. “All I have left to live for now is you, Snownight.”

“I have an idea.” All eyes turned to Leafpelt. “Why don’t we go find another piece of territory and create our own Clan?”

“She has a point,” meowed Rockfur.

“Let’s do it!” yowled Snownight.

“You should be our leader,” mewed Lionclaw. “Leafstar. Sounds beautiful.”

“Leafstar, Leafstar!” the cats chanted.

“I will try to lead you to a new home, everybody. Let’s go!”

“Wait!” a young she-cat’s voice sounded from far behind the six exiled warriors.

“Am I crazy, or did I just hear someone?” Whitefeather mewed hesitantly.

Rockfur laid his tail on her back. “I heard something, too.”

Leafpelt spun around and saw two starry cats flying towards her, with several more appearing behind them. Leafpelt sniffed them; although they smelled mostly of stars, she could detect ThunderClan and ShadowClan scent on them. She didn’t recognize them at first because they now looked sleek and well-fed. “You’re Stripepelt and Mudheart!” she gasped. Stripepelt of ThunderClan and Mudheart of ShadowClan were both young warriors that had died of starvation before Leafpelt and Lionclaw started to help their Clans, and they were some of the cats who took the prey to their respective camps.

The mottled brown tom spoke first. “Greetings, Leafpelt. Or, should I say, Leafstar. We have come to give you your nine lives and new name, and Stripepelt and I will lead you to your new home.”

The dark brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes stepped forward. “Thank you so much for your help! You saved my Clan,” she mewed, and turned to Lionclaw and added, “You too, because it is StarClan’s will for there to be four Clans in the forest. Always.” She smiled shyly at Mudheart. “Even ShadowClan deserves a place in the forest.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mudheart challenged playfully.

“Hey! Lovebirds in the front!” a starry black tom yowled. “Hurry up; we have a leader ceremony to do!”

Snownight jumped in surprise. “There’s only one cat that could be…”

“Not now. We’re before him.” Stripepelt turned to glare at the young black tom for a moment, then turned back to Leafpelt. She crouched, and Stripepelt touched the top of her head. It was so hot, yet so cold. Leafpelt felt like her tortoiseshell pelt was on fire, spreading from her forehead to her tail tip, but she stayed where she was. “With this life I give you compassion. Use it to help those less fortunate than you and your Clanmates, even to enemies and rivals, if necessary.” Leafpelt felt relief flow through her limbs, and realized this was what Stripepelt felt when she received the food Leafpelt and her friends had caught for her, and this was to teach her that even her enemies need help.

Stripepelt withdrew her head and mewed, “Again, thank you for helping my Clan. My brother was starving and almost on his way to StarClan when you decided to help us. I’ll miss Tigerclaw, although I’m coming to live among the stars above you and your new Clan, wherever that is.” She walked back to where Mudheart was sitting, and the brown tom stood up and approached Lionclaw first.

“I was so afraid many more of my Clanmates would join me…Thank you so much,” Mudheart whispered. “I owe my Clan’s lives to you and your littermates.” He dipped his head to each former WindClan warrior and went to Leafpelt. He rested his nose in between her ears and mewed reverently, “With this life I give you the ability to do what is right beyond the warrior code. I respect you for challenging the warrior code and preserving ShadowClan and ThunderClan.” Leafpelt remembered, regretfully, when she yelled at Oakheart and lost the respect of her father, Crookedstar. The familiar anger pulsed through her, as well as disbelief at how selfish Crookedstar and Tallstar were. Mudheart pulled his nose away and joined Stripepelt.

Next was an achingly familiar she-cat. “Silversong?” Leafpelt managed.

Her sister, Snownight, ran up to their mother, but Silversong rested her tail on her daughter’s shoulder and said, “Shhh, there will be plenty of time to talk in a minute. I am proud of both of my daughters,” she meowed, turning to Leafpelt and looking into her leaf-green eyes. “I know you both did the right thing helping ThunderClan. I still can’t believe your own father threw you out of the Clan. That’s not the Crookedstar I knew.” Like the others, she pressed her nose on of Leafpelt’s forehead, and she felt the now-familiar burning chill.

“With this life I give you the gift of loving and protecting your new Clan, just as a mother loves and protects her kits and I loved and protected you and your littermates. I never had a chance to love Silverpaw that way…” Leafpelt thought that it would be gentle and loving, and was prepared to enjoy it and relax, and she was right, for a while. It started out like a warm day in greenleaf, bright, sunny, and loving. But suddenly a bolt of lightning raced through her from nose to tail, taking her off guard and making her almost collapse. But that wasn’t the end; it all finished with one last pang of grief and sorrow, and she realized that her mother never knew her sweet little sister, and hopefully would not know her for a long time.

Silversong looked at her daughter with immense sadness in her deep silver-blue eyes and walked away to sit and talk with Snownight.

Leafpelt was starting to tire, and she wasn’t sure how she could stand three times what she had already gone through that evening. But she knew that her own father had gone through the same thing, along with countless others. She could survive.

Next was an unfamiliar bright ginger tom that smelled of ThunderClan. “Greetings, youngster. I don’t think you know me. I am Sunstar, the leader of ThunderClan before Bluestar. I am grateful to you for saving my Clan.” He pressed his nose into her forehead and closed his bright yellow eyes. “With this life I give you the ability to hunt well and always be able to feed your Clan. It will come in handy in leaf-bares like this.” Leafpelt felt like she was running all over RiverClan territory, swimming through the river and chasing prey. Sunstar pulled away and walked back to the group of StarClan cats, casting Leafpelt one last meaningful look before settling in next to the others.

Missing part…can’t make until the release of Bluestar’s Prophecy I think! L Below is just for review…just ideas…can’t know till August.

It was a long journey that took a toll on all of them, but eventually they found paradise by newleaf. Leafstar jumped atop a large boulder in the middle of a clearing. “All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under the…um…Boulder for a Clan meeting!”

As her friends gathered around the Boulder, Leafstar felt new strength flow into her limbs that she hadn‘t felt since last leaf-fall, before she started helping the other Clans. She could lead this new Clan; she knew she could.

“I need a deputy and a medicine cat. Lionclaw, you believed in me the day we were exiled from the Clans, and I believe in you now. You will be the new deputy of…”

“LeafClan,” Lionclaw offered.

“Thank you.” Leafstar looked down at her paws. “Who would be interested in the position of medicine cat?”

Whitefeather’s amber eyes lit up, but she looked to Rockfur next to her and murmured shyly, “No, thanks.”

Leafstar saw a huge problem: Her friend was in love with Rockfur, but her destiny lay in protecting the new Clan from sickness and injury. LeafClan also needed all of the kits they could get. “There will be a new rule in LeafClan, due to our small size: For the first three generations, medicine cats will be able to have a mate and kits.”

Whitefeather gazed lovingly at Rockfur and meowed, “I’ll take it.”

“I’m glad that was taken care of. Now, about dens…”

“Whitefeather, will she be okay?” Lionclaw asked anxiously outside of the nursery.

“She’ll be fine, of course, mouse-brain.” Whitefeather let out an exasperated sigh.

“Whitefeather, I think her kits are coming!” Snownight mewed from inside the nursery where she was nursing her own three kits.

That morning, Leafstar gave birth to a litter of three beautiful kits, all she-cats. Two had their father’s coloring, one a tabby and one a plain ginger, but only one had their mother’s beautiful tortoiseshell pattern. It was determined the tortoiseshell would be Gladekit, and the orange tabby would be Flamekit. But they had no name yet for the ginger.

That night, Whitefeather had a strange dream: A ginger she-cat, as brave as a lion, was protecting the entire Clan.

She told Leafstar of this, and decided that the dream was a prophecy. So it was decided that the kit’s name was to be Bravekit. She was destined to save her Clan.

Meanwhile, in a different territory, another Clan was going on with their daily lives. DeathClan was more like the new, already infamous BloodClan, but many, many seasons older.

The sinister Clan was thriving. The prey was running well, and a new litter was born just a moon ago, with another on the way. The full moon was just a few days away, and the Wise One, Snakestar, was looking for his next sacrifice.

LeafClan story 2
Prologue

A cold, icy wind blew through the reeds bordering the frozen river. In the RiverClan camp, three bone-thin cats stared defiantly at their Clanmates, also underfed. They were some of Crookedstar’s best warriors, and now he was losing them during the worst leaf-bare the Clans had ever faced. What had these noble cats done that was so wrong? he wondered. Then he looked at his starving Clan and shook his head, as if to clear his head of the thought. RiverClan must remain strong. We cannot afford to give away our precious prey across the river! Still, these warriors had always been loyal to him and the warrior code. But it had to be done.

“All cats who can hunt their…” Crookedstar was too weak to finish his call and collapsed.

“Crookedstar, please don’t stress yourself out,” mewed Brambeberry, the medicine cat gently.

“I’m fine,” he rasped, and got on with presenting the facts about the three traitorous warriors. “These cats have been hunting our valuable prey and giving them to ThunderClan!” he yowled. “They have also been working together with three WindClan cats to help ShadowClan!” Leafpelt, a tortoiseshell she-cat, gazed at Crookedstar boldly, her face neither confirming nor denying his accusations.

“Thieving traitors!”

“Get them out of our camp!”

“Throw them in the gorge!”

“Why don’t you just try?” snarled Snownight, a black she-cat with white flecks on her pelt. Leafpelt rested her tail tip on her infuriated sister’s shoulder and whispered, “We knew they would react this way. Calm down; Crookedstar won’t let them do that.”

Rockfur, a dark gray tom, hung his head in sadness. “You know we will never be able to live here ever again.”

Rockfur was right. RiverClan reacted as he feared; Crookedstar would have to evict the three.

Also shoved out into the cold by Tallstar, three former WindClan warriors met the RiverClan trio. Leafpelt ran to the ginger tom, Lionclaw, who tried to comfort the distraught she-cat.

“I know they won’t let us back among the Clans!” she wailed.

“It’s over for us in WindClan, too,” he replied.

“What are we going to do now?” yowled a long-haired white WindClan she-cat named Whitefeather.

“I don’t know anymore. We have lost everything,” lamented Smalltail, a brown tabby tom with half a tail. “All I have left now is you, Snownight.”

“I have an idea.” All eyes turned to Leafpelt. “Why don’t we go find another piece of territory and create our own Clan?”

“She has a point,” meowed Rockfur.

“Let’s do it!” yowled Snownight.

“You should be our leader,” mewed Lionclaw. “Leafstar. Sounds beautiful.”

“I will try to lead you to a new home, everybody. Let’s go!”

It was a long journey that took a toll on all of them, but eventually they found paradise by newleaf. Leafstar jumped atop a large boulder in the middle of a clearing. “All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under the…um…Boulder for a Clan meeting!”

As her friends gathered around the Boulder, Leafstar felt new strength flow into her limbs. She could lead this new Clan; she knew she could.

“I need a deputy and a medicine cat. Lionclaw, you believed in me the day we were exiled from the Clans, and I believe in you now. You will be the new deputy of…”

“LeafClan,” Lionclaw offered.

“Thank you.” Leafstar looked down at her paws. “Who would be interested in the position of medicine cat?”

Whitefeather’s amber eyes lit up, but she looked to Rockfur next to her and murmured shyly, “No, thanks.”

Leafstar saw a huge problem: Her friend was in love with Rockfur, but her destiny lay in protecting the new Clan from sickness and injury. LeafClan also needed all of the kits they could get. “There will be a new rule in LeafClan, due to our small size: For the first three generations, medicine cats will be able to have a mate and kits.”

Whitefeather gazed lovingly at Rockfur and meowed, “I’ll take it.”

“I’m glad that was taken care of. Now, about dens…”

“Whitefeather, will she be okay?” Lionclaw asked anxiously outside of the nursery.

“She’ll be fine, of course, mouse-brain.” Whitefeather let out an exasperated sigh.

“Whitefeather, I think her kits are coming!” Snownight mewed from inside the nursery where she was nursing her own three kits.

Minutes later, Leafstar gave birth to a litter of three beautiful kits, all she-cats. Two had their father’s coloring, one a tabby and one a plain ginger, but only one had their mother’s beautiful pattern. It was determined the tortoiseshell would be Gladekit, and the orange tabby would be Flamekit. But they had no name yet for the ginger.

That night, Whitefeather had a strange dream: A ginger she-cat, as brave as a lion, was protecting the entire Clan.

She told Leafstar of this, and decided that the dream was a prophecy. So it was decided that the kit’s name was to be Bravekit. She was destined to save her Clan.

Meanwhile, in a different territory, another Clan was going on with their daily lives. DeathClan was more like the new, already infamous BloodClan, but many, many seasons older.

The sinister Clan was thriving. The prey was running well, and a new litter was born just a moon ago, with another on the way. The full moon was just a few days away, and the Wise One, Snakestar, was looking for his next sacrifice.

“Snakestar, help! Icepaw’s hurt!” Darkclaw, Icepaw’s mentor, yowled. Icepaw seemed to be suffering from a severe bellyache; she was squirming in the dust. Snakestar ran to his den to get the right herb for the job. In his hurry, he didn’t even check to make sure he had the correct remedy.

He administered the herb to the writhing apprentice and waited. It did not seem to be working, but Icepaw screeched louder, saying, “I can’t see!” That’s when Snakestar realized he had made a mistake. He had given to Icepaw the herb that he gave to his full-moon sacrificial victims to make them blind; there was no antidote for the terrible plant. Icepaw would be blind for life.

LeafClan story 3
Prologue

AN ICY WIND BLEW THROUGH THE RiverClan camp. It seemed as if nothing could survive there. The worst leaf-bare the Clans had ever seen was upon them, and the cats of RiverClan were reluctant to answer Crookedstar’s call to a Clan meeting.

Three cats, a tortoiseshell she-cat, a black tom, and a dark gray she-cat, sat next to Crookedstar under a sparkling willow tree, staring defiantly at the gathering crowd. They were some of Crookedstar’s most loyal warriors, and he was regretful of what they had done.

As his underfed and cold warriors made their way reluctantly out of their dens, Crookedstar wondered what these noble cats did wrong. He then glanced at the undersized fresh-kill pile and remembered why. We can’t be giving away our fresh-kill to even ThunderClan, not at this time of year. Crookedstar mourned the loss of some of his best warriors, but his Clan could not show any weakness. He had later found out that the accused had allies in WindClan, sneaking prey to ShadowClan. He would let Tallstar deal with that himself.

“Cats of RiverClan!” he yowled. “During this severe and dark time in the history of the Clans, our Clan must remain strong.” He got many approving nods from his words.

Leafstar's nine lives part 1
“Wait!” a young she-cat’s voice sounded from far behind the six exiled warriors.

“Am I crazy, or did I just hear someone?” Whitefeather mewed hesitantly.

Rockfur laid his tail on her back. “I heard something, too.”

Leafpelt spun around and saw two starry cats flying towards her, with several more appearing behind them. Leafpelt sniffed them; although they smelled mostly of stars, she could detect ThunderClan and ShadowClan scent on them. She didn’t recognize them at first because they now looked sleek and well-fed. “You’re Stripepelt and Mudheart!” she gasped. Stripepelt of ThunderClan and Mudheart of ShadowClan were both young warriors that had died of starvation before Leafpelt and Lionclaw started to help their Clans, and they were some of the cats who took the prey to their respective camps.

The mottled brown tom spoke first. “Greetings, Leafpelt. Or, should I say, Leafstar. We have come to give you your nine lives and new name, and Stripepelt and I will lead you to your new home.”

The dark brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes stepped forward. “Thank you so much for your help! You saved my Clan,” she mewed, and turned to Lionclaw and added, “You too, because it is StarClan’s will for there to be four Clans in the forest. Always.” She smiled shyly at Mudheart. “Even ShadowClan deserves a place in the forest.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mudheart challenged playfully.

“Hey! Lovebirds in the front!” a starry black tom yowled. “Hurry up; we have a leader ceremony to do!”

Snownight jumped in surprise. “There’s only one cat that could be…”

“Not now. We’re before him.” Stripepelt turned to glare at the young black tom for a moment, then turned back to Leafpelt. She crouched, and Stripepelt touched the top of her head. It was so hot, yet so cold. Leafpelt felt like her tortoiseshell pelt was on fire, spreading from her forehead to her tail tip, but she stayed where she was. “With this life I give you compassion. Use it to help those less fortunate than you and your Clanmates, even to enemies and rivals, if necessary.” Leafpelt felt relief flow through her limbs, and realized this was what Stripepelt felt when she received the food Leafpelt and her friends had caught for her, and this was to teach her that even her enemies need help.

Stripepelt withdrew her head and mewed, “Again, thank you for helping my Clan. My brother was starving and almost on his way to StarClan when you decided to help us. I’ll miss Tigerclaw, although I’m coming to live among the stars above you and your new Clan, wherever that is.” She walked back to where Mudheart was sitting, and the brown tom stood up and approached Lionclaw first.

“I was so afraid many more of my Clanmates would join me…Thank you so much,” Mudheart whispered. “I owe my Clan’s lives to you and your littermates.” He dipped his head to each former WindClan warrior and went to Leafpelt. He rested his nose in between her ears and mewed reverently, “With this life I give you the ability to do what is right beyond the warrior code. I respect you for challenging the warrior code and preserving ShadowClan and ThunderClan.” Leafpelt remembered, regretfully, when she yelled at Oakheart and lost the respect of her father, Crookedstar. The familiar anger pulsed through her, as well as disbelief at how selfish Crookedstar and Tallstar were. Mudheart pulled his nose away and joined Stripepelt.

Next was an achingly familiar she-cat. “Silversong?” Leafpelt managed.

Her sister, Snownight, ran up to their mother, but Silversong rested her tail on her daughter’s shoulder and said, “Shhh, there will be plenty of time to talk in a minute. I am proud of both of my daughters,” she meowed, turning to Leafpelt and looking into her leaf-green eyes. “I know you both did the right thing helping ThunderClan. I still can’t believe your own father threw you out of the Clan. That’s not the Crookedstar I knew.” Like the others, she pressed her nose on of Leafpelt’s forehead, and she felt the now-familiar burning chill.

“With this life I give you the gift of loving and protecting your new Clan, just as a mother loves and protects her kits and I loved and protected you and your littermates. I never had a chance to love Silverpaw that way…” Leafpelt thought that it would be gentle and loving, and was prepared to enjoy it and relax, and she was right, for a while. It started out like a warm day in greenleaf, bright, sunny, and loving. But suddenly a bolt of lightning raced through her from nose to tail, taking her off guard and making her almost collapse. But that wasn’t the end; it all finished with one last pang of grief and sorrow, and she realized that her mother never knew her sweet little sister, and hopefully would not know her for a long time.

Silversong looked at her daughter with immense sadness in her deep silver-blue eyes and walked away to sit and talk with Snownight.

Leafpelt was starting to tire, and she wasn’t sure how she could stand three times what she had already gone through that evening. But she knew that her own father had gone through the same thing, along with countless others. She could survive.

Next was an unfamiliar bright ginger tom that smelled of ThunderClan. “Greetings, youngster. I don’t think you know me. I am Sunstar, the leader of ThunderClan before Bluestar. I am grateful to you for saving my Clan.” He pressed his nose into her forehead and closed his bright yellow eyes. “With this life I give you the ability to hunt well and always be able to feed your Clan. It will come in handy in leaf-bares like this.” Leafpelt felt like she was running all over RiverClan territory, swimming through the river and chasing prey. Sunstar pulled away and walked back to the group of StarClan cats, casting Leafpelt one last meaningful look before settling in next to the others.