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Snowmint's Capture --- Chapter 2
A gathering was about to begin. Snowmint took her usual spot underneth the the large rock between Fourtrees. Beside her was the deputy of Windclan, Stagwing. He was a tall and intelligent looking white cat with smokey brown fur mixed with cream hair. His eyes were a mysterious silver. He was intimidating and made she-cats fall to his feet, but he had no mate. Snowmint felt a longing for him. He was someone she could never have. She deeply wished a cat as handsome as him was in her clan.
She looked at him, and then he glanced at her. She looked downwards awkwardly, feeling her face fill with blood and embarassment. When she looked back up, he was still looking at her, his lips curving into a slight grin.
'What are you doing, Snowmint?!' she yelled at herself inside her thoughts. Windclan has attacked Thunderclan countless times. She would never mate with a cat from a different clan. Especially Windclan. Never. 'Stagwing is just another pretty kitty.' She giggled a little at this thought.
As the gathering went on, Snowmint couldn't keep herself from glacing at Stagwing. He was beautiful! She hoped he thought she was beautiful too. Her silky long white fur and light blue eyes, filled with pink were sure to catch any cat's attention, but she wasn't sure if it made her pretty. Feeling self-conscious, she tried her best not to think about how other cats viewed her.
Something about the way he looked at her made her wish she could change her fate. She was destined to become Snowstar; Snowstar of Thunderclan.
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Heatwave was bored. It was the end of new-leaf, there wasn't a need to hunt because swollen prey filled the freshkill pile to new heights.
Everyone was on patrol except her, especially after Windclan announced at the gathering that they suspected Riverclan and Thunderclan of stealing their prey. Heatwave snorted loud enough for the leader of Windclan to look at her and announce that Thunderclan was full of "young and idiotic warriors like that she-cat." Heatwave almost attacked him just to claw his ears off. 'How dare that old bag!' she thought.
Loststar defended Heatwave a little, but it was no use. Heatwave was looked at by other warriors with distaste. 'Whatever,' she thought, 'its not my fault they're all mousebrained.'
She wished she had an apprentice to bother. Fogstorm was on her third litter, her oldest kit, Lushface, was hoping to take on a baby sister or borther as an apprentice. 'Lushface is too pretty to continue being a warrior' Heatwave thought. Heatwave was positive Lushface would become another lazy queen.
The black she-cat hoped she'd never become a queen. The thought sickened her. She didn't like the thought of bringing a tiny innocent kit into her world full of violence and pain. 'I'm not that selfish.' She thought about training an apprentice and she didn't want to teach a young cat how to kill. A mate would be distracting.
Little did she know, the world could be the creulest place of all. "Especially when you are all alone," said Solemnstar, watching over his distant grand-daughter. "She has no idea how bad everything will become."
A gathering was about to begin. Snowmint took her usual spot underneth the the large rock between Fourtrees. Beside her was the deputy of Windclan, Stagwing. He was a tall and intelligent looking white cat with smokey brown fur mixed with cream hair. His eyes were a mysterious silver. He was intimidating and made she-cats fall to his feet, but he had no mate. Snowmint felt a longing for him. He was someone she could never have. She deeply wished a cat as handsome as him was in her clan.
She looked at him, and then he glanced at her. She looked downwards awkwardly, feeling her face fill with blood and embarassment. When she looked back up, he was still looking at her, his lips curving into a slight grin.
'What are you doing, Snowmint?!' she yelled at herself inside her thoughts. Windclan has attacked Thunderclan countless times. She would never mate with a cat from a different clan. Especially Windclan. Never. 'Stagwing is just another pretty kitty.' She giggled a little at this thought.
As the gathering went on, Snowmint couldn't keep herself from glacing at Stagwing. He was beautiful! She hoped he thought she was beautiful too. Her silky long white fur and light blue eyes, filled with pink were sure to catch any cat's attention, but she wasn't sure if it made her pretty. Feeling self-conscious, she tried her best not to think about how other cats viewed her.
Something about the way he looked at her made her wish she could change her fate. She was destined to become Snowstar; Snowstar of Thunderclan.
---
Heatwave was bored. It was the end of new-leaf, there wasn't a need to hunt because swollen prey filled the freshkill pile to new heights.
Everyone was on patrol except her, especially after Windclan announced at the gathering that they suspected Riverclan and Thunderclan of stealing their prey. Heatwave snorted loud enough for the leader of Windclan to look at her and announce that Thunderclan was full of "young and idiotic warriors like that she-cat." Heatwave almost attacked him just to claw his ears off. 'How dare that old bag!' she thought.
Loststar defended Heatwave a little, but it was no use. Heatwave was looked at by other warriors with distaste. 'Whatever,' she thought, 'its not my fault they're all mousebrained.'
She wished she had an apprentice to bother. Fogstorm was on her third litter, her oldest kit, Lushface, was hoping to take on a baby sister or borther as an apprentice. 'Lushface is too pretty to continue being a warrior' Heatwave thought. Heatwave was positive Lushface would become another lazy queen.
The black she-cat hoped she'd never become a queen. The thought sickened her. She didn't like the thought of bringing a tiny innocent kit into her world full of violence and pain. 'I'm not that selfish.' She thought about training an apprentice and she didn't want to teach a young cat how to kill. A mate would be distracting.
Little did she know, the world could be the creulest place of all. "Especially when you are all alone," said Solemnstar, watching over his distant grand-daughter. "She has no idea how bad everything will become."
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That's Solemnstar. He was iScribbled.
I said I was gonna post this tomorrow, but tomorrow is my school's Junior Prom and I don't know if I'll have enough time in between school and the actual prom to post this, so I guess I'll do it now and find out that I have 2 hours free or something. MY DRESS IS AMAZING. My mom made it, I'll be sure to post a picture of me in it. All you girls are gonna be jealous.
Anyways, if you couldn't tell, the main characters are Heatwave and Snowmint. They're kind of polar opposites (and I made one black and one white, which I didn't notice until now). Heatwave is kind of a rebel. She's loud and over thinks everything but usually says something stupid before she thinks it through. She's also a hypocrite. You might notice a lot of things she says contradict the other. Snowmint on the other hand is smart and soft spoken. She "nerdy" and awkward unless put into a leader position, then she feels right in place.
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That's Solemnstar. He was iScribbled.
I said I was gonna post this tomorrow, but tomorrow is my school's Junior Prom and I don't know if I'll have enough time in between school and the actual prom to post this, so I guess I'll do it now and find out that I have 2 hours free or something. MY DRESS IS AMAZING. My mom made it, I'll be sure to post a picture of me in it. All you girls are gonna be jealous.
Anyways, if you couldn't tell, the main characters are Heatwave and Snowmint. They're kind of polar opposites (and I made one black and one white, which I didn't notice until now). Heatwave is kind of a rebel. She's loud and over thinks everything but usually says something stupid before she thinks it through. She's also a hypocrite. You might notice a lot of things she says contradict the other. Snowmint on the other hand is smart and soft spoken. She "nerdy" and awkward unless put into a leader position, then she feels right in place.
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Warriors © Erin Hunter
Story © Shadowgaze
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Wait! Before she died...did Fogstorm give birth to this mentioned litter? If not...ThunderClan suffered a massive blow with her death. Not only did you lose a strong she-cat (even if she may be on the short side), but also the future warriors her kits could have been.