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ok i'll do more NOW updated list: Hokona Adelphi Saki Delta Fabian Hudson Diosoal Atlas Lava Lamp Dewdrop Will Aegialeus Euthenia Moonflower Calliope Hudson: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?! Hokona: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. Hudson: Oh... Diosoal, from across the room: I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that. Calliope: Delta got into a fight. Hokona: That’s bad. Hokona: Hokona: Did they win? Will: You're pathetic! Atlas: You're pathetic-er! Dewdrop: You're both losers. Moonflower: *accidentally eats something too spicy so their eyes start to water* Hokona: Moonflower, look at me. It's okay. I would die for you. I love you so much. You're the best person I know. Moonflower: I'm not crying? Hokona, hugging Moonflower's head: Shush baby, it's okay. Dewdrop is here and he loves you with his whole heart. Euthenia: Yeah, I don’t like people. Lava Lamp: Oh, well now that’s not fair Euthenia. Have you met all of them? Euthenia: I’ve met enough of them. People. What a bunch of jerks! Hokona: Here are two pictures. one of them is your room, and the other is the garbage dump. Atlas: *points at a picture* That one is the dump. Hokona: tHEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM! Fabian: Dewdrop taught me to think before I act. Fabian: ...So if I smack the crap out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision. Moonflower: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery. Moonflower: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Calliope meowing at each other from different rooms in the house. Saki: Are you mad? Euthenia: No. Saki: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby? Hokona: I feel like I can be myself around you. Moonflower: You’re weird and quiet around me. Hokona: Yes. Saki: Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when Calliope ate an entire tube of lipstick. Calliope, whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?! Atlas: Can you be serious for five minutes? Hokona: My record is four, but I think I can do it. Aegialeus: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures. Hudson: What the hell? Atlas: They’re having an idea. Hokona, going fishing: I’m going LIE to fish! Diosoal: *Gives a bouquet to Lava Lamp* Lava Lamp: You know I'm allergic. Diosoal: That's the point. Hokona: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation. Diosoal: So you're just gonna wait until Dewdrop is in danger and save them? Hokona: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them. Diosoal: ... Diosoal: You're insane. ^ hey, it's YOUR FAULT that he's like this, diosal Fabian: I mean. Hokona's just standing there now. Fabian: Waiting for me, I guess. Fabian: But it's okay, I think he's pretty much settled down. Hudson: Settled down? Fabian: Well, it only stabbed me once. Adelphi: Present your best argument for eating bacon. Hokona: If animals don’t want to be eaten, then why are they made of food? Euthenia: I'm not that stupid! Hokona: Euthenia, you literally ate the wax from a babybel. Euthenia: WILL TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE! Hokona: I told Aegialeus to grab snacks for everyone. Atlas, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks? *Hokona, Aegialeus, and Lava Lamp raise their hands* Hokona: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. Hokona: I will not yield. Lava Lamp, watching power lines fall down: Atlas, Will! The town is exploding and it's very pretty! Hokona: So jellyshish- Lava Lamp, laughing: JELLYSHISH!? Hokona: You know what I meant! Moonflower: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok? Saki: Okay. *later* Lava Lamp: Saki! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble. Moonflower, whispering: Deny everything. Saki, loudly: That isn't a chair. Fabian: We need a plan to beat them. Hokona: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. Fabian: Hokona: Judge me all you want, I get results. Will, driving and singing to the Little Einsteins theme song: We’re going on a trip- Hokona: In our favorite piece of crap! Saki: Doing 95! Delta: We’re gonna fricking die! Dewdrop, staring at Saki in a cage: ...Why is it in a cage? Calliope: Because it growled at me. Fabian: Why won’t you all just lie down and die with dignity?! Dewdrop: We don’t do anything with dignity! Hokona: I don't dab. I stab. that's enough for now!! i'll do more eventually

i love writing speech when a character's mouth is full. it's so funny trying to write it also chapter 2 is about halfway done and it's gonna be pretty long

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yeah base by fizzy, edited by me

i'll post an adopt here every once in a while !!

decided to practice making simple backgrounds!! base by cryptidclaw, edited by me

i believe i got them from tumblr! the original creator's intro post has a link that leads to a folder that contains the bases.

alr!

so sorry for the late response but definitely!

i could! i'd have to change their name though if you want them to cameo as a border wanderer member,, and if you do want them to be a border wanderer, they'll appear earlier in the story but will be injured but if you want them to be a normal rouge, they'll appear way later in the story, but they won't be injured

the allegiances are here, though they aren't accurate at the moment since the allegiances are accurate to the very start of the book (before beebuzz died and burning coal joined,,,, and before some apprentices became warriors and some kits became apprentices)

just know that there's multiple cats who are the prophecy cats

decided to make a cover of running in the 90s since it's the last day that i'm gonna be this active here for a while !! the

uploading these rq so that i can access them on my school computer bases by cryptidclaw

due to the fact that not only my benchmarks are today and tomorrow, and also the students at my school have to turn in their chromebooks on wednesday means that chapter 2 will be put on hold until january. sorry guys

chapter 2 will be interesting 👀

hi (this is a wip)

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"I NEED WOMEN"

TWs: Violence, blood, disturbing imagery, mentions of death, animal death CHAPTER ONE IT HAD been a long day for Flintfall. The molly had been setting up camp for the entire day, as everyone else was busy with their own duties. Flintfall’s shoulders were aching, but she continued to dig to make the group’s dens. This one would be for Galepaw, once he became leader. If he became leader. Stop thinking if. You know that Galepaw will become leader. There’s no if about it, Flintfall thought. She didn’t want to dwell much longer on those thoughts. They came to a close as the molly heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Flintfall,” Ashsky spoke. “Hi, Ashsky.” “What are you doing?” “Duties. I’m helping with digging out the dens.” “As always. I swear, even before we moved, you always were the one that constantly worked. Even when everyone else was asleep. I’m surprised neither Skipperstar nor Galepaw made you deputy.” “Nettleheart and Cricketcreek were better than me. That’s why they chose them over me.” “They’ve never worked as hard as you do. Sure, they might be loyal, but to be honest, they never really did any physical work. They just lazily sit on the Tallrock all day and yawn while they make warriors do all the work for them. Nettleheart isn’t even here anymore,” Ashsky paused. “What I’m trying to say is that you need rest. You do enough for the Clan already.” “I don’t need rest. I know you care about me, but I swear on StarClan’s name that I’ll be fine.” “At least let me help. Digging out burrows is more dangerous than you think.” “...Fine then.” And with that, the two warriors started plowing through dirt. It took them a few hours to fully dig out the den, but it eventually was done. Both cats were panting once they finished. Thankfully, WindClan’s underground camp was done. “We just need to tell Galepaw that we finished,” Ashsky said, before adding on, “And then you can rest.” Flintfall sighed as the two padded away. They checked the newly made apprentice den, and there he was. Galepaw turned as he heard the two cats approaching him. “Did you two finish the leader den?” “We’ve just finished it.” “I can tell. You both have mud on your paws. Great job, you two. Cricketcreek will be pleased with the news,” Galepaw purred. “We still need moss for the beds, though.” “We don’t need moss. We can just get hay from the nearby barn.” “Aren't there rouges there?” “Yeah, but they know about us. They’re friendly, since some of their family members are Clan members.” “I guess we can go then,” Flintfall looked towards the exit of the burrows. “Want to come along, Ashsky?” “Sure,” Ashsky meowed. “We should bring Beebuzz along with us. I’m sure they’ll want to see her.” “Yeah… But do you know where she is?” Flintfall quizzed Ashsky. “The last time I saw her, she was heading out to hunt… I don’t know if she’s made it back yet, though.” “By herself? We definitely need to find her. Follow me, Ashsky.” Flintfall trotted towards the exit of the burrows, out into the night. Darkness covered the moor. Flintfall sniffed the air as she trotted along, Ashsky following behind her. “She left before we dug out Galepaw’s den, so probably about five hours ago,” Flintfall followed the trail of Beebuzz’s scent. Ashsky simply followed. Flintfall came to a stop soon after, her muzzle wrinkling. “...It reeks of blood and dog scent.” Her eyes widened once she realized what that meant, sprinting towards the source of the scents. There lay the body of a golden brown tabby. The body was covered in bite and scratch wounds. Flintfall could only stare in horror at the body. “Beebuzz!” Ashsky yowled in horror. “She’s… Already gone.” Flintfall’s voice cracked as tears slowly slid down her face. “We’re going to have to tell the others. I’ll help you carry the body,” Ashsky responded, a tinge of melancholy in his voice. Flintfall simply nodded. She picked up the molly by the scruff, while Ashsky helped carry past her torso. They padded into the hole that led to the camp, heading towards the Healer’s den. *** It smelled strongly of herbs in the Healer’s den. The smell nearly overwhelmed Flintfall, who already was overcome with emotion. Mintmist was watching over Cricketcreek, who was asleep. Poor Cricketcreek, Flintfall thought. He looks so thin. He’s been sick since before we left… He’s probably got the virus that spread around the old Lake Territories. “How is Cricketcreek doing?” Ashsky asked the healer, curious. “He’s been getting better, but he had a seizure earlier, and he was tired once it ended. As long as I continue to give him herbs, he should be fine,” Mintmist wasn’t even looking at the two warriors. “Mintmist… Beebuzz died while she was hunting by herself. We need a burial for her.” Mintmist turned, staring at the molly’s body before going closer and putting her nose against her fur. She sniffed the body before stepping back. “She smells of dog… But there is no way a dog gave her those wounds. These scratch and bite wounds were from a cat.” Flintfall’s eyes widened. “What?” “She must’ve been ambushed by rouges then.” “Why does she smell like dog then?” “The rogues might’ve lived with dogs and decided to cover themselves in the smell to throw us off,” Ashsky suggested. “Cats living with dogs? There’s no way.” “It might be possible,” Mintmist chimed in, before adding on, “We’ll have to discuss with Galepaw about that. Speaking of him, when will he actually become our official leader?” “We don’t know yet,” Flintfall responded, lowering her head. “We’re not even sure if he will be leader.” “I’m sure he will be,” Mintmist drawled, “but first, we need to find a way to actually be able to communicate with StarClan other than dreams.” “Like the Moonpool?” “Yes. We need to find a Moonpool. Or another Clan can find one. Either way, we’ll find a way to properly talk to our ancestors, but I digress,” Mintmist rambled. “Anyway, I’ll talk to Galepaw and see what we can do about Beebuzz. You can drop her right here for now,” Mintmist motioned towards a singular empty nest. There were no other nests around yet. Flintfall and Ashsky coordinated together to place the body onto the moss bed. “Thank you for letting me know, by the way. I don’t think Galepaw would’ve been the best cat to inform first.” “Of course, Mintmist,” Flintfall beamed. “You’ve done so much for the Clans. I knew that you would know what to do.” “We’ll go now,” Ashsky interjected, to which Flintfall gave him a suspicious look. However, she shrugged it off, padding away from the healer’s den and into the clearing of the camp. *** It had been about a moon since the death of Beebuzz. The killer was still unknown, and Smallslip, her sister, was still filled with grief. Cricketcreek’s illness had unfortunately taken a large toll on his health, and he would likely have to retire if or when he recovered, but the Clans were starting to become more coordinated and orderly. Vinepaw had been made a warrior early due to her impressive battle skills, and she was now Vinecrest. All of the Clans were slowly, but surely healing like broken bones. However, the other Clans weren’t what was worrying Blackclaw. She was worried about Stormpelt. The gray she-cat seemed to have become more anxious ever since the Clans had moved into the valley. She kept rambling on about how there were cats who lived in the mountains, and there was some lake she nearly drowned in where StarClan said that she would get her lives when she told the other clans. Kevin and Driftpath both weren’t even sure if what she was saying was true, or if Stormpelt herself was okay. For now, the molly would be stuck in the Healer’s den, and Thundersight was doing Stormpelt’s duties for her. Blackclaw peered around ThunderClan’s camp. They were living right next to some mountains, in a valley. Thankfully, there was a lot of moss in the area, so the Clan had enough to make beds for the dens. Blackclaw spotted Driftpath and Kevin heading out of the camp, to which Blackclaw padded over to them. “Where are you two going?” Blackclaw quizzed the two, a single eyebrow raised at the healers. “We’re heading to the mountains. Stormpelt gave us directions to the lake StarClan talked to her in,” Driftpath meowed. “Let me and Thundersight go with you. It might be dangerous there.” “The more, the better,” Driftpath smiled. “Who else should we bring with us?” “We should bring Rapidheather and Tim with us,” Blackclaw suggested, to which Kevin gave an approving nod. “I’ll go see Rapidheather in the warrior den.” “And we both will get Thundersight and Tim, and then we will wait here,” Driftpath beamed, to which Blackclaw dipped her head, padding away to the warrior den. The warrior den was a cozy, but somewhat small den. The interior was made from a hollowed tree, and a few moss beds were in it. Rapidheather was in one of the beds, napping the day away. Blackclaw snuck over, gently tapping the snoozing molly on the shoulder with her paw. Rapidheather’s hazel eyes slowly opened. “Hm…?” She murmured. “Hey. Driftpath, Kevin, Thundersight, Tim, and I are going to a lake that Stormpelt found. I wanted you to come with us.” Rapidheather stretched and yawned, before sitting up and focusing her eyes on Blackclaw. “Sure, why not?” The molly’s voice still sounded drowsy. “I need to do something active anyway, I’ve been sleeping all day.” Blackclaw swished her tail once, and Rapidheather followed her to the clearing of the camp. “We got Tim and Thundersight,” Driftpath spoke. “I assume you all are ready?” “We are,” Blackclaw confirmed. “Let us head off then.” Driftpath motioned for them to follow her, and the five cats went off. *** Not too long into their journey, Blackclaw picked up an unfamiliar scent. Driftpath must’ve smelled it too, as her tail raised straight up. The group slowed down before they heard a yowl. The cats stopped, hackles raised. Out of the rocks came a young, massive tom who looked no older than a young warrior. He used his size to his advantage to pin down Driftpath, who wriggled under his grasp. There was terror in the orange molly’s eyes, and she attempted to kick the tom. However, Thundersight was quick to retaliate, tackling the tom and digging her claws into the orange tom’s chest. He kicked Thundersight in the stomach, knocking her onto the ground. Blackclaw, now furious, ran at the tom and bit into his shoulder. She could taste the metallic flavor of the tom’s blood, which only fueled her rage. He shrieked, leaping and bounding around in an attempt to get the molly off, but he failed. She managed to pin down the young tom, who spat at her. After a bit, a voice yelled out from seemingly nowhere, causing Blackclaw to release the young tom. “Lion! You know better than to attack Clan cats! We are the Border Wanderers, not Savages!” A tortoiseshell molly bounded down to the other cats. “They made me feel unsafe, Burning Coal.” “That’s no excuse! Wings Above will not be pleased. We’re already low on healing herbs…” Burning Coal continued lecturing the young tom, who looked ashamed of himself. The five ThunderClan cats just stood there awkwardly before Burning Coal sighed and turned back to face them. “I’m very sorry about that… I didn’t know Lion would be hostile towards you all,” Burning Coal blinked, before adding on, “I’m sure you’re confused. You’ve probably never seen our kind before. We are the Border Wanderers that live in the mountains.” “You… You know about us,” Blackclaw enquired, raising an eyebrow. “Of course we do. Our main goal is to map the land and find other cats like us that we can ally with. After all, you five look… Rather famished and sickly.” Blackclaw had to admit that she was hungry, and she was sure that the others were as well. “Yeah… We just got here about a moon ago. We don’t have many cats.” Burning Coal seemed to think for a moment before she spoke up. “Maybe we could j-” “No! I was born a Border Wanderer, and I’ll die as one!” Lion interrupted. Burning Coal frowned. “You can stay, Lion… Just tell Sieve of Shifting Sand that I won’t be,” Burning Coal spoke to the young cat. “Why not? You would trust these complete strangers? They could kill you!” “They couldn’t. They could barely fight you off. They only could because there were five of them, and one of you.” “I still don’t trust them.” “It’s my choice, not yours. I feel pity for them so I will join their group. Besides, I don’t think they will accept you after you chose to attack some of their cats.” Lion frowned and pouted, turning away from the tortoiseshell molly. “Fine then! Go live with those liver eaters!” The young tom sprinted off, back into the mountains that he came from. “...Aaand there he goes again. Classic Lion.” Burning Coal turned back to the Clan cats. “Say, why did you five come here in the first place?” That’s right, we came here to find the lake, Blackclaw remembered. “We’re here to find a lake.” “The lake is almost entirely surrounded by the Moon’s Teeth. It’s also the Border Wanderer’s sacred land. It’s how they talk to the cats in the Beyond. They won’t let you get to it.” “Moon’s Teeth? Beyond?” Blackclaw was as confused as a mouse stunned by the silent swipe of a cat’s paw. “The Moon’s Teeth are the mountains that the Border Wanderers live in. The mountain you’re in front of is Io’s Tooth, and the tallest one way over there is Cyllene’s Tooth,” Burning Coal pointed her tail towards the mountain that towered over seemingly everything. “The Beyond is where our spirits go if our bodies or souls can be recovered after death.” “Oh.” So they believe in StarClan as well? Blackclaw pondered. Thundersight spoke up. “We could bargain with them? Or we might have to take it by force.” “You can’t take it by force,” Burning Coal shook her head. “There are more Border Wanderers than all of the Clans combined.” Blackclaw’s blood froze. More of those rouges than the Clans? They could kill us all! She looked nervous. Driftpath noticed her nervousness. “Blackclaw… Are you okay?” “I’m fine, Driftpath… I think we should head back to camp and talk to Stormpelt about this. She might know what to do.” “If she’s feeling better, she definitely will know what to do.” “Once you’ve made your choice, you’ll have to talk to Wings Above, and the Chieftains. They’re all considered the rulers of the Border Wanderers.” “Alright then. We’ll have to test your skills as well before you officially become a warrior,” Thundersight spoke to Burning Coal. “You don’t need to test me on anything. I’ve been trained to do things your cats can’t even comprehend,” Burning Coal spoke, a questioning gaze on her face. “Well, you can show us those skills when we test you,” Thundersight replied, a slight tinge of annoyance in her voice. Burning Coal rolled her eyes. “We should head back now. Follow me, you five.” Thundersight turned and began to make her way back to camp, the other five cats following her. *** The six cats slowly walked into the ThunderClan camp. It was moonwake, and the cats’ limbs were aching. They weren’t even able to complete the task that they originally went to the Moon’s Teeth for, which made all of the patrol members miserable and irritated. Blackclaw sighed. She felt like she might topple over any second now. “We all should get rest, then we’ll test Burning Coal tomorrow. For now, she will sleep in the clearing until she gets tested,” Thundersight announced to the other cats who were in the patrol. Burning Coal looked displeased. Thundersight seemed to notice the fact that she was upset. “You chose to come with us because you felt pity for us. You either follow our rules, or you can leave and be by yourself. Your group probably won’t accept you back in after you abandoned them, and none of the other Clans are as welcoming as our Clan. You’ve got no other choice unless you want to die by yourself.” The tortoiseshell molly’s eyes widened. “...Fine. I didn’t leave for nothing,” Burning Coal’s snout wrinkled. “Good. Now you all may go rest. Driftpath and Kevin, be sure to check on Stormpelt,” Thundersight ordered. “We definitely will,” Driftpath spoke, and Kevin nodded. The two padded off, and so did Burning Coal. “...Don’t you think you were a bit harsh on Burning Coal, Thundersight?” Blackclaw asked the molly. “I wasn’t being harsh. I was telling her the cold, hard truth. The world isn’t fair and giving to anyone, and I was proving to her that if she joined our group, she wouldn’t just be able to laze around and while getting fat off of rabbits and pheasants, and we would praise her as if she was the entirety of StarClan herself,” Thundersight replied. “I don’t see how Stormpelt made you deputy…” Blackclaw sighed, muttering before padding off to the warrior den. She walked over to her nest, plopping down onto it. Most of the other warriors were in the den besides Lynxleap and Squirrelsnow, who were guarding the camp for intruders. Blackclaw curled up, closing her eyes in hopes of getting rest. *** She awoke, but not in the same place that she fell asleep. Everything was blindingly white, and she was the only cat there. Her hackles were raised, something about this felt off to her. “Hello?” Her voice simply echoed. Before she knew it, a tabby tom with a flaming orange pelt, green eyes, and stars surrounding him appeared before Blackclaw’s eyes. Blackclaw looked horrified, trying to get away, yowl, or do whatever to escape what might be a nightmare. “Be not afraid,” the tom spoke in a gentle voice, walking closer to Blackclaw. “Who are you?” “Who or what I am does not matter. I have a message.” “What is it?” Blackclaw looked at the tabby tom, to which he did not reply for a few moments. Suddenly, his eyes became pure white. “The territory will be soaked in blood when ash ascends.” “What?” Blackclaw’s eyes widened. “A flint will soar to fight the everlasting darkness.” Suddenly, many other cats appeared behind the tom in a crowd, at least fifty cats. They all had stars around them, and their eyes were fully white. And they all repeated one single thing, in sync like some sort of hivemind. “Three great cats will be slain, and the adder, the ash, and the color black will rise to take their place.” “I… I don’t understand!” Blackclaw yelled, a horrified expression on her face as she backed away from the crowd. “The territory will be soaked in blood when ash ascends.” Blackclaw sprinted off, trying to escape the white void. The cats’ voices still echoed. “A flint will soar to fight…” Blackclaw had run into a black void, escaping the white void, but not escaping the dream. She felt as if she was floating. The voice of the spirit cats could still faintly be heard. Suddenly, she was buried in ash. She sputtered, and tried to get out, but it seemed almost as if the more she struggled, the more ash fell on top of her. Defeated, she laid there, feeling as if she was being slowly suffocated to death by the pile of ash on top of her. She woke up, gasping for air. aaaand that's it for this chapter!! friendly reminder that the colors of certain words in the prophecy are that specific color for a purpose :]

the chapter is finally almost done!! just gotta proofread and other stuff and i'll post it in a few minutes

it's jesus! hello jesus! /ref