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Chapter 21 - Chapter 21: Bad Idea

A new version of the famed and loved
Warriors' and 'Warriors-The new Prophecy' by Erin Hunter. Please enjoy!

Chapter 21 - Chapter 21: Bad Idea

Chapter 21 - Chapter 21: Bad Idea
Allegiances

Remnants of ThunderClan:

Leader: Downystar: a handsome black-and-white tom

Deputy: Gorsepelt- wise black tom; sturdy and thickset

Medicine Cat: Bladestorm- a young golden tom

Warriors:

Crimsongale-a deep orange tom with piercing aqua eyes; only has one ear due to battle

Tenorvoice- A large and sturdy white tom with equally white eyes.

Queens:

Gloryheart- A pretty roan she-cat, white paws.

Gloryhearts Kits: Dapplekit

Truekit

Wolfkit



Crippledjaw-a white, strained she-cat whose back has a cripple, only Crippledjaw also suffers from a permanently dislocated jaw.

Crippledjaws kits: Smokeykit

Owlkit

Elders-

Embersnout-a once-handsome, old but experienced ginger tom

ShadowClan

Leader: Ragingstar-rusty coloured tom with a sixth claw on each paw

Deputy: Boldstripe- A she-cat on the edge of retirement to the Elders; completely black pelt with one white, splotchy stripe going down her back

Danglepaw-Boldstripe's apprentice; a large gray pelted tom

Medicine Cat: Taintedheart-a tortoiseshell she-cat with a large scar across her belly. Long scars go from her temple to shoulders

Warriors-

Redfur- A small amber tom with yellow paws, blue eyes

Daisypelt-a beautiful she-cat with strong and muscular paws

Lilypaw- A gorgeous yellow tabby she-cat with white socks, golden eyes

Frisklegs- a black cat with white ears and white on the tail

Redpaw-Friskleg's apprentice; a small, bright roan tom with yellow paws

Smalleye- A ginger tom with long dangerous claws. Enormous paws on sturdy legs. Tiny eyes, hence the name

Pouncepelt- a sleek, brown tom with large hind legs

Everpaw- A dark brown she-cat with a tan hue on her face. Amber eyes

Whitefoot- a black senior warrior tom with completely white paws

Emberpaw- A tom with a black pelt, and his right foreleg engulfed in a fiery-looking auburn sock. Golden eyes

Scringeclaw-a large tom with gnarled claws and a twisted leg

Apprentices:

Lilypaw- A gorgeous yellow tabby she-cat with white socks, golden eyes

Everpaw- A dark brown she-cat with a tan hue on her face. Amber eyes

Emberpaw- A tom with a black pelt, and his right foreleg engulfed in a fiery-looking auburn sock. Golden eyes

Danglepaw-a large gray pelted tom

Queens:

Elders:

Soilear-a pale nutmeg coloured she-cat with twin tabby ears

Drowzytail-a black tom with a tail that seems broken

Frownface-a white she-cat with blue eyes, she is deaf

WindClan-

Leader: Azurestar- a shiny, blue-gray pelted tomcat, with black ears

Deputy: Tiptail- a gaunt, black tom with part of his tail missing

Claypaw-a sturdy black tom with one white paw

Medicine Cat: Fuzzpelt- a golden she-cat

Warriors:

Ripclaw- a large tortoiseshell tom

Blinkpaw-a shy and generous white she-cat with two black paws

Queens:

Elders:



WildClan-

Leader: Wildstar- a white, once wise and generous tomcat whose name is the opposite of his calmness

Deputy: Foresttail- a young orange tom

Medicine Cat: Rabbitleaf- a quick-witted, old golden furred cat, forest green eyes

Warriors:

Redspeck- a roan tom

Caimanclaw-a young but determined black warrior

Demonwing-a gorgeous silver tom with darker speckles

Queens:

Elders:









EagleClan



Leader- Eaglestar- a large ginger tom with large, jet black paws. He certainly lives up to his name



Deputy- Manglepelt-a gray and blue mottled furred she-cat; her body is permanently cracked to one side

Medicine Cat-

Warriors-

Cattail- wise and young she-cat tortoiseshell with a dark brown colour on the end of her tail

Crowdance-a large, sleek, shiny black tom whose fur glows like a crow's

Glasseyes-A small and adventurous she-cat; black and brown









Chapter 21: Bad Idea&



A minute mewing resounded about the rather enlarged camp clearing, where many cats were at heavy work foraging for multiple species and leaves of wintergreen, dock leaves, brambles and thistle thickets, desperately trying to renew the home feeling in the new life for ThunderClan.

Inside the nursery den were two large, fluffy six moon-old kits that were eagerly awaiting the ceremony that was to occur later that day, during moonhigh.

Their excited and impatient calls echoed about the little den, and Wolfkit, a two moon old tom, was licking his paw boredly with disdainful glances towards the two, mewing huffily, Wow, youre becoming apprentices. Big, stupid, fur-ball of a deal! Everyone gets to be one. What you should be excited about is getting to be warrior and deputy! Even leader!

As his words rang in their ears, they pinned their ears flat and hissed dangerously at him, At least were doing something with our time, becoming a useful thing to the clan! Not some helpless liability like you, little kit!

Smokeykits foul words hit right on the spot; the angry and discouraged face of Wolfkit made his fur stand on end with pleasure, growling another warning, Remember your place in this clan, kit. We are of higher order, therefore we are your elders.

Owlkit, an ivory hued tom, added threateningly, Yeah, and remember that when we become warriors, that you will probably be our apprentices!

With a swift grimace, Wolfkit retorted violently, I am not that young, yknow! Ill be a warrior as soon as you, because I will be courageous and helpful and dangerous, all at once!

His words were cut short by a mocking sigh from Smokeykit, who cleared his throat and absently flicked his tail, meowing as tiredly as he could to his brother, Why must we live with these things all day? To think we lived this long with them in this nursery.



Throwing another ill-tempered and rude glance towards the tiny, bewildered kit, the two sauntered out and disappeared to become helpful to the warriors in front of him, though they were sent away without a moments hesitation, told to head back to the nursery, even though instead they went out hunting with Gorsepelt-he did not even know they had gone with him.

The blue and gray kit looked at his right forepaw-it held a large orange and blackish-brown smudge on it, part of his mixed heritage. His father was black, his mother roan, and somehow he had become blue with a mottled splotch on his paw.

He made a sour face and snorted inwardly at himself. No one likes you because you are a misfit and a piece of useless fox-dung that sits in the nursery all day! Go out and do something for once and maybe theyd chance a look at you once in a while!

His conscience took over and he thundered out of the den, where his two sisters slept with their mother, and ran out into the forest before any cat noticed him.







Outside of his warm, newly built clan camp, it was eerily quiet, as the sun began to lower itself to the western horizon, to his left.

He began shivering, though he noticed it was not at all cold in the middle of leaf-fall.

Quietly, he stepped gingerly from leaf to leaf, stone to stone, and padded hesitantly across the slowly darkening grounds.

Swiveling his large, rounded head from left to right, he pretended to act like a warrior, speaking to himself, Keep watch at all times, move fast, stand tall, tail erect, ready for battle& Of course he was doing the opposite of what any warrior should do; they were meant to be low and secretive yet he was technically leaping to the skies, signaling for a cat to come and find him.

Large, rounded blue eyes blinked in surprise as suddenly a shadow filled his vision to his right. He turned to the northeast, where he was sure the thing had been, but nothing was there anymore& If ever it had been there.

Clearing his throat, he swallowed nervously to realize his mouth was as dry as an autumn leaf.

He squealed in terror when he turned back to the north, for in his path was a treacherous looking beast that he had seen once before& The large, muscular shoulders and wide frame suggested some sort of crude heritage that had been made by Ebonfur& His gleaming ginger pelt of flame shone in the slowly darkening light, and the ebonite paws that slowly dissipated into nothingness from the shade foretold who this cat was, and why he should fear him.

The tom standing before him, with deep-set, foreboding emerald eyes looking the kit up and down, was Eaglestar.








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