Lightning crackled through the sky. The wind howled fiercely, whipping through the dense undergrowth of the forest. Thunder rumbled in the distance as dark clouds rolled ominously overhead.
The three clans, StormClan, DarkClan, and BriarClan, each huddled within their territories, seeking shelter from the impending storm.
In StormClan's camp, Bravestar, the sturdy black Tom, stood at the edge of the clearing, his amber eyes narrowed against the gusts of wind. Beside him, Appleclaw, the white she-cat with green eyes, paced anxiously.
"The storm is coming, Bravestar." Appleclaw mewed with worry. "We have to ensure that our clanmates are prepared and well-rested."
"Indeed, Appleclaw. Gather the Warriors," Bravestar meowed. Then continued, "And have them reinforce the dens—especially the Nursery. I don't want any wet kits or injured kits. Nor Queens!"
"Yes, Bravestar. I will do just that!" Appleclaw rushed towards the Warriors' den where the Warriors resided in wait for the storm to be over.
The wind ruffled Bravestar's sleek pelt, he overlooked his Clan. "Bravestar?" A cat asked from behind him. Bravestar turned around to see his Medicine Cat: Dewdrop standing in front of him.
"Yes?" Bravestar answered.
"The Medicine Den, Bravestar, we're out of dock leaves and cobwebs. We cannot risk getting any cats hurt before we have the right supplies." Dewdrop told him. Bravestar was shocked.
Couldn't you have restocked from before, Bravestar wondered.
But he shook away the thought and answered with a wise kind meow. "Alright, Dewdrop. Get back to the Medicine Den, I don't want inexperienced Lotusfall to get into any trouble." Bravestar meowed with laughter at the last part and then went ahead and ran towards the Warriors' den to help Appleclaw with the preparations.
Bravestar's heart swelled with pride as he watched his clanmates work tirelessly to prepare for the storm. The gusts of wind grew stronger, and dark clouds loomed ominously overhead, but the warriors of StormClan remained resolute in their duties.
As Bravestar approached the warriors' den, he saw Appleclaw organizing the cats into teams, assigning tasks with efficiency and grace. Without hesitation, Bravestar joined in, lending his strength to reinforce the dens and gather additional bedding for the queens and elders.
"Bravestar, we need more moss for the elders' nests," Appleclaw called out over the howling wind.
Bravestar nodded and darted off towards the edge of the camp, his amber eyes scanning the ground for suitable moss. He quickly gathered a pawful and returned to the camp, where the elders gratefully accepted the soft bedding.
A good leader helps his Deputy and Clan, in any way, Bravestar remembered his father's words loudly and clearly in his mind. His father had passed away in a War between DarkClan but ever since then, there had been peace amongst the Clans. Bravestar rushed into the Elders' Den to find Hailstorm cuddling up next to Stagtail. "Here!" Bravestar meowed over the howling winds, thunder booming, and lightning claps.
"This is even worse than whenever I got whitecough! I'm wet and old..." Stagtail wailed dramatically. He started to clean himself but just got even more wet.
"If you're wet then let me round up some of our Warriors to get your Den reinforced!" Bravestar told them. The elders nodded hysterically before Bravestar rushed towards the Warriors Den.
"Cinderfur, Embersong, Thornstrike." Bravestar yowled. Three Warriors bounded out of the Warriors Den to face Bravestar. "Yes?" Cinderfur, the tuxedo she-cat, asked.
"I need you three to get the Elders' Den reinforced. They're getting soaked." Bravestar replied.
"We'll do it." Thornstrike, the dark brown Tom, answered.
"Yes, we will! Thornstrike, Cinderfur, let's go." Embersong, the beautiful flame-colored she-cat, yowled at the other two. They all rushed over to the Elders' Den to get it reinforced for the storm.
Bravestar loved his Warriors, but Cinderfur, Embersong, and Thornstrike were the special three. They were proving their loyalty left and right together. Cinderfur and Thornstrike, being littermates, worked together the best. Embersong worked with them and yet still proved her loyalty more than enough times to maybe even be a Deputy of StormClan without being littermates.
Her brother: Flintvine, had died in the battle that Bravestar's father had died in. This brought Bravestar a bit closer to Embersong, leading to a common loyalty between the two.
As the cats of StormClan rushed around like rabbits, Bravestar looked proudly at his entire Clan. From the kits to the elders... He was proud of them, and nothing could ever destroy his proud feelings for his Clan.
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Warriors: A Fanfic
Fanfiction...I've tried this, and all has been lost interest. But I hope you all like this. IF I get to 123 reads on it, I will prepare the second book for you.
