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finally finished the prologue!! the fanfic is called ShadowClan's Thunder btw,,, pretty self-explanatory title once you read the prologue lol !!TRIGGER WARNING(S): MENTIONED/IMPLIED DEATH, EVIL BRITISH CHARACTERS (/j)!! The full moon slowly rose in the sky as eight cats stood on a tall rock, four trees that seemed to almost touch the sky surrounding them along with a crowd of many cats, their pelts overlapping each other. The air was tense, the atmosphere so dense that a claw could cut through it as if it were soft skin. There were a few hushed whispers every now and then. One of the cats on the rock cleared their throat. “Well, I suppose RiverClan should start.” The cat spoke. “RiverClan has been thriving this greenleaf, with lots of prey and healthy cats. What about you, ThunderClan?” They turned their head over to another cat. The ThunderClan leader seemed old, their pelt battered and riddled with scars. They spoke up. “ThunderClan has been doing… Not so great. There has been an increase in Twoleg traps in the area, and they recently caught and killed two of our cats, Skipperstream and Larchfur.” A few murmurs were heard in the crowd, some cats dipping their head out of respect for their lost Clanmates. The leader went on. “There also has been an increase of monster sightings at the Thunderpath, and we recently lost Smallstone to a monster. We advise all Clans to be cautious-” The leader was cut off by another cat. “What are your warriors doing so close to the Thunderpath? You know ThunderClan territory is far from it, Milkstar.” The leader of ShadowClan herself spoke up. “If your warriors hadn’t had gone there, Smallstone would still be with your clan.” “Relax, Tigerstar. The Gathering is a time of peace, not to argue over things that we can’t control.” The RiverClan leader responded to the bristling gray molly, to which Milkstar agreed. The WindClan leader, on the other hand, shifted their paws. “Tigerstar does have a point, however. What were your warriors doing near the Thunderpath?” “That is private business. Nobody else other than ThunderClan has a right to know.” The scarred molly retorted, pupils narrowed to slits. “Rosestar! Do something!” His deputy, Darkspring hissed. Rosestar awkwardly sat there, not wanting to get involved. He looked away from the bickering cats as the WindClan leader went on. “Your warriors were on both RiverClan and potentially WindClan territory. We have a right to know.” Milkstar went silent, presumably because she didn’t know what to say. “...You may announce how ShadowClan is doing, Tigerstar.” Milkstar spoke. “ShadowClan is doing well. We have a new apprentice, Shellpaw, and a new warrior, Bouldershade.” “Shellpaw! Bouldershade!” Some cats in the crowd cheered. “However, we have also suffered a loss… Sorrelstone sacrificed herself to get a fox run over by a monster at the Thunderpath to protect some of her other Clanmates who were on patrol. We will forever honor her courage and selflessness, as she hunts with StarClan now.” The leader sighed. “...Anyways, how is WindClan doing, Stonestar?” Tigerstar said, motioning towards the WindClan leader prior to the ending of her last sentence. “There is nothing new to report, WindClan is fine other than the fact that rouges, loners and even kittypets nearby are beginning to become more hostile towards Clan cats. We believe that they are forming some sort of group to ambush, attack and kill Clan cats. Please be cautious, especially towards kittypets, they seem to be the most aggressive. WindClan has begun to set up scouting stations, and we encourage you to send out more patrols, mostly border patrols.” The crowd began chattering as clouds slowly hovered over the moon in the sky, as if they were fat, lazy bumblebees. “StarClan disapproves of our decision, and they have covered the moon. The Gathering is over.” Tigerstar spoke. And with those words, every cat in the area began to move and head back to their respective territories. Tigerstar couldn’t help but wrinkle her snout as her thoughts raced and jumped around like toads in her head. That Gathering went horribly wrong. All because of mouse-brained ThunderClan. I need to find a way to warn them, or get rid of them if I have to. Then, she remembered. The Thunderpath… That’ll be perfect. They won’t be ready. But we will. tl;dr: evil gay british leader woman plans to run over kitty cats to (unintentionally) start a mass war

rahhh wip prologue for a warriors fanfic !! trigger warnings: mentions of death/implied death !! The full moon slowly rose in the sky as eight cats stood on a tall rock, four trees that seemed to almost touch the sky surrounding them along with a crowd of many cats, their pelts overlapping each other. The air was tense, the atmosphere so dense that a claw could cut through it as if it were soft skin. There were a few hushed whispers every now and then. One of the cats on the rock cleared their throat. “Well, I suppose RiverClan should start.” The cat spoke. “RiverClan has been thriving this greenleaf, with lots of prey and healthy cats. What about you, ThunderClan?” They turned their head over to another cat. The ThunderClan leader seemed old, their pelt battered and riddled with scars. They spoke up. “ThunderClan has been doing… Not so great. There has been an increase in Twoleg traps in the area, and they recently caught and killed two of our cats, Skipperstream and Larchfur.” A few murmurs were heard in the crowd, some cats dipping their head out of respect for their lost Clanmates. The leader went on. “There also has been an increase of monster sightings at the Thunderpath, and we recently lost Smallstone to a monster. We advise all Clans to be cautious-” The leader was cut off by another cat. “What are your warriors doing so close to the Thunderpath? You know ThunderClan territory is far from it, Milkstar.” The leader of ShadowClan herself spoke up. “If your warriors hadn’t had gone there, Smallstone would still be with your clan.” “Relax, Tigerstar. The Gathering is a time of peace, not to argue over things that we can’t control.” The RiverClan leader responded to the bristling gray molly, to which Milkstar agreed. The WindClan leader, on the other hand/paw/hoof, shuffled their paws. “Tigerstar does have a point, however. What were your warriors doing near the Thunderpath?” “That is private business. Nobody else other than ThunderClan has a right to know.” The scarred molly retorted, pupils narrowed to slits. “Your warriors were on both RiverClan and potentially WindClan territory. We have a right to know.” i have no clue why it's bold it wont let me fix it h

some thunderclan camp concept art for a story yes i know my handwriting sucks i wrote this entirely with just my finger shut up /hj /lh

little man!!! i love him alot and he's totally not important to the plot of smth im coming up with concept art for base by rockyspotted and edits by me

yep!! purely nothing but words (and an occasional image) go here

the silly spoinkly!!! the oobly goobly weezer beezer!!! the skrunkly!! base by rockyspotted, edited by me

"you have rabies" "WHAT"

i think this is a good finished product?? if not then the next edit will be the final one

i would say yea but i won't b able to be online that day sadly im not allowed to be on during weekends,,,, i can only be online when im at school for now

why do i just imagine an angry "BOHUMMMMMMM"

the only reason why i have robert e lee in my files is that it's for a project ok

"how the hell do you draw hair" "you don't! and have a mental breakdown"

bird alert,,, test edit lol,,,,, non-wof if you make them a wof dragon i will cry /halfsrs base by gigorith

ice/silk edit!! base by gigorith

btw if you wanna request a certain edit you're free to do so!! you don't have to provide bases, just say the name of the creator of the base and i'll prob have it lol

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google earth is so broken oh my god tried looking at bull run for research for a project and i get this

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