Before I begin, the term 'dirtplace', is where the cats go to the bathroom.
The tale of Dungkit, Dirtplace, and Grosskit
"Now, now kits," Snowstorm calmed her kits down in the warm nursery. It was a breezy summer night outside, and the kits were restless after a day of jumping around. "or Dungkit, Dirtplace, or Grosskit will come eat you!"
"Tell us their story!" pleaded Quick-kit.
"Yeah!" squeaked Tigerkit.
"Okay, okay, calm down." Snowstorm murmured. "Once in the Lightningclan camp, many moons ago....." she began.
Once in the Lightningclan camp, many moons ago, there were three kits, the kits of Megan Fox the 2nd, Matthewdung, and Alexdung. Their names were Dungkit, Dirtkit, and Grosskit. Dungkit was a sewer green tom, Dirtkit was a green-brown and mustard yellow she-cat. The third, Grosskit, a hairless tom like his father Matthewdung, was eaten by his vicious mother when he was born. Both Dungkit and Dirtkit had weird squished in faces like their father, like they had been attacked by monsters. When Dungkit was a few moons old, he wandered out of camp, tripped over a tree root, and fell into a puddle. Unlike his father, Alexdung, who had always been careful not to look at his reflection, Dungkit looked at his disgusting face in the puddle. He died of fright at the monster staring him in the face. No one but Alexdung could muster enough courage to go and bury him and have to bear his odor the whole time.
Dirtkit grew to be warrior named Dirtplace. She loved her parents, Megan Fox the 2nd and Alexstar, but soon she realised that they were old, mangy, cold, heartless, hairless hairballs, so she went and asked Starclan to give her her destiny. Starclan decided to show mercy on the disgusting feline, so they turned her into what she was meant to be... some poop. Dirtplace, Dungkit, and Grosskit were given another chance, so they came back as the beautiful kits- Quick-kit, Bark-kit, and Tigerkit.
The end! Hope you liked it! :D
Sunday, 7 November 2010
Chapter 7-8
Chapter 7
"Let's go!" hissed Foxheart, flicking her tail to tell her patrol to follow. There had been only silent order as soon s the patrol had left the camp. Redfur could feel the exhilarating rush of excitement that she always felt before a battle. She and Foxheart had raced back to camp when they saw the huge stream of Stoneclan slipping through the forest towards the camp. Vinestar and Foxheart had organized three patrols to go to the battle. Vinestar's patrol would attack from one side, then the Stonaclan cats would be hit by Yellowclaw's patrol, and after a while, the exhausted Stoneclan cats would be surged with a strong, efficient blow from Foxheart's patrol that would leave them fleeing with their tails between their legs. Brilliant really. In Foxheart's patrol, creeping silently through the thick, tangled undergrowth, were Foxheart, Rosepaw, Redfur, Quailpaw, Soilpaw, Lionfang, and Galeheart. After a while of padding along, Foxheart stopped and angled her ears towards the trees in front of them. Looking through a thin bramble bush that sheltered the patrol, they could see Vinestar's patrol sneaking stealthily a distance behind the Stoneclan patrol. Vinestar silently rose her tail straight into the air, and thrust it as far forward as she could. This signal meant only one thing-attack. The Lightningclan patrol surged forward as one, letting out ear-splitting yowls and warrior cries. The whole of Stoneclan turned and scattered into a ragged line in the cramped space they had. Cliffstar was in the middle.
"Halt!" he commanded, Vinestar held up her tail, and her patrol stopped, spreading out into a strong line. They stood snarling and scraping impatiently at the ground. The Stoneclan patrol exchanged smug looks. They thought that they had outnumbered the Lightningclan patrol, which was half their size. Cliffstar began to speak. but Vinestar cut him off.
"Why, Cliffstar? Why launch battle so soon after you lost one?" she asked honestly.
"Because, I never lose a battle twice!" he sneered. "But, I will be fair. Since you are so obviously outnumbered, surrender now, and we will leave with a small strip of you territory, and you will have peace." His offer hung in the air ominously.
"Never!" Vinestar snapped. "Have you ever thought that Lightningclan might beat you?"
"Of course not! You-" Cliffstar sneered, but was cut off by Vinestar.
"Have you ever thought that we might be angry, after you killed Icestar?" she snarled. A few shocked gasps rippled through the Stoneclan patrol. Vinestar went on,
"I've received my nine lives from Starclan,. And I, Vinestar, will never back down!" She yowled. "Lightningclan, ATTACK!" The two clans clashed, and yowls and shrieks split through the air. Vinestar leapt on top of Cliffstar, and started scrabbling his face and sides with her claws. He let out a yowl of pain and threw her off. He dived at the nearest apprentice, Featherpaw, who was fighting with Forestpaw, a light gray tabby tom. Sunheart saw Cliffstar hurtling towards Featherpaw, and leapt at Cliffstar, shoving him out of the way. The Lightningclan cats were greatly outnumbered, but they were putting up a great fight. Already, Smallstep, a black tom with white paws, and Antpaw, a black tom with brown paws, had both gone yowling away into the forest. Cherryblossom, a creamy white she-cat, had sped blindly away after Wheatpaw had swiped her across the face. Redfur heard Yellowclaw's yowl, and the clearing swelled with Yellowclaw, Berryfoot, Ripplepelt, Stormfoot, and Fernpaw. The patrol leapt into the battle, and were soon lost in it. Yellowclaw had driven Almondpaw and Goldpaw back into the forest, with cuffs to the sides of their faces. They ran away from him, back into the battle. Before long, Foxheart had lifted her tail, and Redfur was speeding towards the exhausted Stoneclan cats. Cliffstar turned and looked straight at Redfur, and she could see the hollow defeat in his eyes.
That will teach him to mess with Lightningclan! Redfur thought. Redfur saw Foxheart pounce on a big tortoiseshell tom, Eaglefeather. Redfur leapt on a black she-cat with brown eyes. Her name was Brackenpool, and redfur skidded to a halt when she remembered chatting to the beautiful she-cat at a gathering. A flash of recognition flashed across Brackenpool's face, and she turned and plunged away into the battle. Redfur saw Quailpaw struggling under a dark brown tom with light blue eyes, Lightsky. With a huge leap, Redfur landed on his back and raked her claws across his flanks until he ran, shrieking, away. Redfur spotted Foxheart a tail length away, thrusting Sheerheart, the black Stoneclan deputy, away with her hind legs.
"Foxheart!" called Redfur.
"Redfur! Lets try tail to tail!" Foxheart asked immediately. Redfur stood facing the opposite way of Foxheart, and, back to back, the slashed at the Stoneclan warriors, spinning round and round, until the battle was over. The last Stoneclan warrior ran from the clearing, and Vinestar yowled,
"Lightningclan has one this battle!" All the Lightningclan cats yowled into the air. They had shown Stoneclan what Lightningclan could really do!
Chapter 8
"-and then I slashed at that rotten Stoneclan warriors face, and you know what he did? He turned and ran away, squealing like a little kit!" Rosepaw finished her story in front of Tigerkit, Sleetkit, and Dusk-kit.
"Hey, what's wrong with kits?" Tigerkit asked indignantly.
"Yeah! We don't squeal!" Sleetkit agreed.
"And we're plenty big!" put in Dusk-kit, then added, "And strong!"
"And we could take a Stoneclan warrior any day!" finished Tigerkit, stomping his paw to prove his point.
"I know. But," Rosepaw butted in, not wanting to ruin her story, "he was squealing like a newborn kit!:
"Oh!" Sleetkit mewed.
"Newborn kits are like annoying mice. I'm way bigger then a newborn kit!" scoffed Tigerkit.
"Yeah! Guess how old I am? Guess! Three and a half moons!" Dusk-kit agreed. All four cats were interrupted when Vinestar called from the highledge,
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, join here beneath the highledge!"
This is it! Rosepaw thought excitedly.
"Let's go!" hissed Foxheart, flicking her tail to tell her patrol to follow. There had been only silent order as soon s the patrol had left the camp. Redfur could feel the exhilarating rush of excitement that she always felt before a battle. She and Foxheart had raced back to camp when they saw the huge stream of Stoneclan slipping through the forest towards the camp. Vinestar and Foxheart had organized three patrols to go to the battle. Vinestar's patrol would attack from one side, then the Stonaclan cats would be hit by Yellowclaw's patrol, and after a while, the exhausted Stoneclan cats would be surged with a strong, efficient blow from Foxheart's patrol that would leave them fleeing with their tails between their legs. Brilliant really. In Foxheart's patrol, creeping silently through the thick, tangled undergrowth, were Foxheart, Rosepaw, Redfur, Quailpaw, Soilpaw, Lionfang, and Galeheart. After a while of padding along, Foxheart stopped and angled her ears towards the trees in front of them. Looking through a thin bramble bush that sheltered the patrol, they could see Vinestar's patrol sneaking stealthily a distance behind the Stoneclan patrol. Vinestar silently rose her tail straight into the air, and thrust it as far forward as she could. This signal meant only one thing-attack. The Lightningclan patrol surged forward as one, letting out ear-splitting yowls and warrior cries. The whole of Stoneclan turned and scattered into a ragged line in the cramped space they had. Cliffstar was in the middle.
"Halt!" he commanded, Vinestar held up her tail, and her patrol stopped, spreading out into a strong line. They stood snarling and scraping impatiently at the ground. The Stoneclan patrol exchanged smug looks. They thought that they had outnumbered the Lightningclan patrol, which was half their size. Cliffstar began to speak. but Vinestar cut him off.
"Why, Cliffstar? Why launch battle so soon after you lost one?" she asked honestly.
"Because, I never lose a battle twice!" he sneered. "But, I will be fair. Since you are so obviously outnumbered, surrender now, and we will leave with a small strip of you territory, and you will have peace." His offer hung in the air ominously.
"Never!" Vinestar snapped. "Have you ever thought that Lightningclan might beat you?"
"Of course not! You-" Cliffstar sneered, but was cut off by Vinestar.
"Have you ever thought that we might be angry, after you killed Icestar?" she snarled. A few shocked gasps rippled through the Stoneclan patrol. Vinestar went on,
"I've received my nine lives from Starclan,. And I, Vinestar, will never back down!" She yowled. "Lightningclan, ATTACK!" The two clans clashed, and yowls and shrieks split through the air. Vinestar leapt on top of Cliffstar, and started scrabbling his face and sides with her claws. He let out a yowl of pain and threw her off. He dived at the nearest apprentice, Featherpaw, who was fighting with Forestpaw, a light gray tabby tom. Sunheart saw Cliffstar hurtling towards Featherpaw, and leapt at Cliffstar, shoving him out of the way. The Lightningclan cats were greatly outnumbered, but they were putting up a great fight. Already, Smallstep, a black tom with white paws, and Antpaw, a black tom with brown paws, had both gone yowling away into the forest. Cherryblossom, a creamy white she-cat, had sped blindly away after Wheatpaw had swiped her across the face. Redfur heard Yellowclaw's yowl, and the clearing swelled with Yellowclaw, Berryfoot, Ripplepelt, Stormfoot, and Fernpaw. The patrol leapt into the battle, and were soon lost in it. Yellowclaw had driven Almondpaw and Goldpaw back into the forest, with cuffs to the sides of their faces. They ran away from him, back into the battle. Before long, Foxheart had lifted her tail, and Redfur was speeding towards the exhausted Stoneclan cats. Cliffstar turned and looked straight at Redfur, and she could see the hollow defeat in his eyes.
That will teach him to mess with Lightningclan! Redfur thought. Redfur saw Foxheart pounce on a big tortoiseshell tom, Eaglefeather. Redfur leapt on a black she-cat with brown eyes. Her name was Brackenpool, and redfur skidded to a halt when she remembered chatting to the beautiful she-cat at a gathering. A flash of recognition flashed across Brackenpool's face, and she turned and plunged away into the battle. Redfur saw Quailpaw struggling under a dark brown tom with light blue eyes, Lightsky. With a huge leap, Redfur landed on his back and raked her claws across his flanks until he ran, shrieking, away. Redfur spotted Foxheart a tail length away, thrusting Sheerheart, the black Stoneclan deputy, away with her hind legs.
"Foxheart!" called Redfur.
"Redfur! Lets try tail to tail!" Foxheart asked immediately. Redfur stood facing the opposite way of Foxheart, and, back to back, the slashed at the Stoneclan warriors, spinning round and round, until the battle was over. The last Stoneclan warrior ran from the clearing, and Vinestar yowled,
"Lightningclan has one this battle!" All the Lightningclan cats yowled into the air. They had shown Stoneclan what Lightningclan could really do!
Chapter 8
"-and then I slashed at that rotten Stoneclan warriors face, and you know what he did? He turned and ran away, squealing like a little kit!" Rosepaw finished her story in front of Tigerkit, Sleetkit, and Dusk-kit.
"Hey, what's wrong with kits?" Tigerkit asked indignantly.
"Yeah! We don't squeal!" Sleetkit agreed.
"And we're plenty big!" put in Dusk-kit, then added, "And strong!"
"And we could take a Stoneclan warrior any day!" finished Tigerkit, stomping his paw to prove his point.
"I know. But," Rosepaw butted in, not wanting to ruin her story, "he was squealing like a newborn kit!:
"Oh!" Sleetkit mewed.
"Newborn kits are like annoying mice. I'm way bigger then a newborn kit!" scoffed Tigerkit.
"Yeah! Guess how old I am? Guess! Three and a half moons!" Dusk-kit agreed. All four cats were interrupted when Vinestar called from the highledge,
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, join here beneath the highledge!"
This is it! Rosepaw thought excitedly.
~~~
Foxheart leaped down from the highledge where she had been talking to Vinestar, and padded over to Redfur. She listened proudly as Vinestar announced,
"We have four new warrior names to give today. These cats fought, and healed, well during the battle, and I hope that Starclan will light their warrior paths. The first is...Rosepaw!" Rosepaw skidded up to Vinestar in excitement, but before reaching her, slowed to a dignified walk.
"Rosepaw, you have shown loyalty and courage in battle, and I know that you will make a great warrior. From now on, you show be known as Rosefire!" Vinestar announced. The clan called Rosefire's new name and waited for the next apprentice.
"Quailpaw, you showed great fierceness and bravery in many battles, and I hope that Starclan with watch over you as a warrior. From now on, you shall be know as Quailfeather!" The clan chanted her name, and watched as Featherpaw became Featherblossom, and Petalpaw became Petalbloom. The whole clan went to bed with full bellies, and new warriors sitting vigil to protect them.
"We have four new warrior names to give today. These cats fought, and healed, well during the battle, and I hope that Starclan will light their warrior paths. The first is...Rosepaw!" Rosepaw skidded up to Vinestar in excitement, but before reaching her, slowed to a dignified walk.
"Rosepaw, you have shown loyalty and courage in battle, and I know that you will make a great warrior. From now on, you show be known as Rosefire!" Vinestar announced. The clan called Rosefire's new name and waited for the next apprentice.
"Quailpaw, you showed great fierceness and bravery in many battles, and I hope that Starclan with watch over you as a warrior. From now on, you shall be know as Quailfeather!" The clan chanted her name, and watched as Featherpaw became Featherblossom, and Petalpaw became Petalbloom. The whole clan went to bed with full bellies, and new warriors sitting vigil to protect them.
~~~
"Foxheart! Foxheart, wake up!"
"What?" Foxheart sat up, blinking sleepily. Silver moonlight filtered through the roof of the den. Foxheart looked around the warriors den, to see that every cat was curled up, their sides rising and falling rhythmically.
"Redfur, its the middle of the night. Why did you have to wake me up?" Foxheart asked impatiently.
"Something's wrong. Really wrong. I think someone close to me had...died. I woke up, and you were right here, so it wasn't you. And when I looked around, I realized something. Stormfoot is gone." Redfur meowed urgently. Foxheart sat up by the urgency and panic in Redfur's voice, but still decided to ask,
"So? How do you know he didn't go for a...midnight stroll?"
"He's weird like that," she muttered under her breath.
"Foxheart." Redfur murmured. "I need to go see what's wrong. Will you come with me? Please?" Redfur's eyes were wide and pleading. Foxheart cast one longing look at her soft nest, the meowed with determination,
"Let's go. We'll find Stormfoot, Redfur." Redfur nodded in thanks, turned, and crept out of the den. The camp glowed with a silver-blue shine in the moon's light. Foxheart steered towards Rosefire, Quailfeather, and Featherblossom, the new warriors sitting their silent vigil. They turned as Foxheart and Redfur padded up. Foxheart first mewed,
"Just nod yes or no. Got it?" The warriors nodded quickly. Foxheart then asked,
"Did anyone leave camp?" The three cats looked at eachother, then nodded. Foxheart glanced at Redfur, who was craning her neck to look anxiously out of the camp entrance. Foxheart went on.
"Was it Stormfoot?" The new warriors nodded vigorously.
"Have any other cats left?" Redfur asked. The warriors shook their heads.
"Thanks. That's all we needed. We'll need to go out there and check something." Foxheart mewed. She and Redfur padded out into the forest warily. They could smell Stormfoot, and could easily make out the strong trail he had used in the dim light under the trees. Foxheart flicked her tail, and began creeping swiftly along the trail. Stormfoot's trail headed in a straight line towards the lake. When Foxheart and Redfur got to the beach, they padded down, following Stormfoot's scent. Pebbles rolled under their paws, clacking loudly in the eerily silent night. They padded all the way down to the water's edge, and the water lapped at their paws, trying to tug them further into the lake.
"That's weird. Stormfoot's trail ends here! Did he go for a swim?" Foxheart wondered, squinting out at the black lake, looking for something.
"What-What's that?" Redfur asked, her voice quavering. Foxheart squinted out in the lake, and saw, a few fox lengths away, a cat, floating on the water's surface.
"Let's go find out." replied Foxheart, wading into the black water. She padded along the sandy lake floor, her movements slurred by the water pushing against her. Ripples were sent out from Foxheart and Redfur's movement. They neared the cat and realized that it was Stormfoot. A long cut, gushing blood that looked black in the night, ran from his front legs to his tail. Foxheart glanced worriedly back at Redfur. She was standing stock still, the water lapping above her belly. Her eyes were wide, and she was staring at Stormfoot's body, blinking again and again as if she couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe what was right before her eyes. Foxheart mewed gently,
"Come on, Redfur, lets go back." She grabbed Stormfoot's scruff, lay her tail along Redfur's back, and guided Redfur and Stormfoot back to the shore. When the three cats got to the shore, Foxheart slid her tail off of Redfur, and struggled onto the shore with Stormfoot. Redfur stumble up to Stormfoot's body and thrust her face in his fur, pulling it out, doing the same thing in another spot. She did it all over, again and again, and finally, seeming to realize that he was dead, she thrust back her head and yowled,
"NO!" Foxheart rushed over to her and ran her tail down Redfur's back comfortingly.
"No," Redfur whimpered."
"Lets go back to camp," Foxheart murmured gently. She guided Redfur back to camp, dragging Stormfoot by the scruff, his tail leaving a trail in the dust. They reached the camp entrance and Foxheart ordered Redfur gently,
"Go get some rest in the warriors den. I'll be their in awhile." Foxheart nudged Redfur gently. Redfur stumbled into camp, and Foxheart heard her mumble to the warriors on vigil,
"I have to go get some rest," Foxheart waited awhile, and then entered the camp. The warriors looked up, and stared in shock at the body that Foxheart was pulling along. Foxheart shook her head at them slowly. She dragged Stormfoot into the middle of the camp, and dropped his limp lifeless body there. Foxheart padded silently up to the highledge, and entered the leaders den.
"Vinestar," she called softly, standing at the entrance to the den, the moonlight silhouetting her form. Foxheart heard a light rustle, and then Vinestar called out in a hushed hiss,
"Who's there?"
"Foxheart." she replied. There was another rustle, and then,
"Come in." Foxheart stepped in. She knew what Vinestar's question would be, so she answered it.
"Stormfoot...he was murdered."
"What?" Foxheart sat up, blinking sleepily. Silver moonlight filtered through the roof of the den. Foxheart looked around the warriors den, to see that every cat was curled up, their sides rising and falling rhythmically.
"Redfur, its the middle of the night. Why did you have to wake me up?" Foxheart asked impatiently.
"Something's wrong. Really wrong. I think someone close to me had...died. I woke up, and you were right here, so it wasn't you. And when I looked around, I realized something. Stormfoot is gone." Redfur meowed urgently. Foxheart sat up by the urgency and panic in Redfur's voice, but still decided to ask,
"So? How do you know he didn't go for a...midnight stroll?"
"He's weird like that," she muttered under her breath.
"Foxheart." Redfur murmured. "I need to go see what's wrong. Will you come with me? Please?" Redfur's eyes were wide and pleading. Foxheart cast one longing look at her soft nest, the meowed with determination,
"Let's go. We'll find Stormfoot, Redfur." Redfur nodded in thanks, turned, and crept out of the den. The camp glowed with a silver-blue shine in the moon's light. Foxheart steered towards Rosefire, Quailfeather, and Featherblossom, the new warriors sitting their silent vigil. They turned as Foxheart and Redfur padded up. Foxheart first mewed,
"Just nod yes or no. Got it?" The warriors nodded quickly. Foxheart then asked,
"Did anyone leave camp?" The three cats looked at eachother, then nodded. Foxheart glanced at Redfur, who was craning her neck to look anxiously out of the camp entrance. Foxheart went on.
"Was it Stormfoot?" The new warriors nodded vigorously.
"Have any other cats left?" Redfur asked. The warriors shook their heads.
"Thanks. That's all we needed. We'll need to go out there and check something." Foxheart mewed. She and Redfur padded out into the forest warily. They could smell Stormfoot, and could easily make out the strong trail he had used in the dim light under the trees. Foxheart flicked her tail, and began creeping swiftly along the trail. Stormfoot's trail headed in a straight line towards the lake. When Foxheart and Redfur got to the beach, they padded down, following Stormfoot's scent. Pebbles rolled under their paws, clacking loudly in the eerily silent night. They padded all the way down to the water's edge, and the water lapped at their paws, trying to tug them further into the lake.
"That's weird. Stormfoot's trail ends here! Did he go for a swim?" Foxheart wondered, squinting out at the black lake, looking for something.
"What-What's that?" Redfur asked, her voice quavering. Foxheart squinted out in the lake, and saw, a few fox lengths away, a cat, floating on the water's surface.
"Let's go find out." replied Foxheart, wading into the black water. She padded along the sandy lake floor, her movements slurred by the water pushing against her. Ripples were sent out from Foxheart and Redfur's movement. They neared the cat and realized that it was Stormfoot. A long cut, gushing blood that looked black in the night, ran from his front legs to his tail. Foxheart glanced worriedly back at Redfur. She was standing stock still, the water lapping above her belly. Her eyes were wide, and she was staring at Stormfoot's body, blinking again and again as if she couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe what was right before her eyes. Foxheart mewed gently,
"Come on, Redfur, lets go back." She grabbed Stormfoot's scruff, lay her tail along Redfur's back, and guided Redfur and Stormfoot back to the shore. When the three cats got to the shore, Foxheart slid her tail off of Redfur, and struggled onto the shore with Stormfoot. Redfur stumble up to Stormfoot's body and thrust her face in his fur, pulling it out, doing the same thing in another spot. She did it all over, again and again, and finally, seeming to realize that he was dead, she thrust back her head and yowled,
"NO!" Foxheart rushed over to her and ran her tail down Redfur's back comfortingly.
"No," Redfur whimpered."
"Lets go back to camp," Foxheart murmured gently. She guided Redfur back to camp, dragging Stormfoot by the scruff, his tail leaving a trail in the dust. They reached the camp entrance and Foxheart ordered Redfur gently,
"Go get some rest in the warriors den. I'll be their in awhile." Foxheart nudged Redfur gently. Redfur stumbled into camp, and Foxheart heard her mumble to the warriors on vigil,
"I have to go get some rest," Foxheart waited awhile, and then entered the camp. The warriors looked up, and stared in shock at the body that Foxheart was pulling along. Foxheart shook her head at them slowly. She dragged Stormfoot into the middle of the camp, and dropped his limp lifeless body there. Foxheart padded silently up to the highledge, and entered the leaders den.
"Vinestar," she called softly, standing at the entrance to the den, the moonlight silhouetting her form. Foxheart heard a light rustle, and then Vinestar called out in a hushed hiss,
"Who's there?"
"Foxheart." she replied. There was another rustle, and then,
"Come in." Foxheart stepped in. She knew what Vinestar's question would be, so she answered it.
"Stormfoot...he was murdered."
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