Odds And Ends (random book)

Hunter-Killers

January 7, 2016
unknown
Warrior Cats Writer's Games

"The thing I would like you to base your prompt off is a leader's nine lives ceremony."

Result - advanced by default

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"Just touch your nose to the stone whenever you're ready."

A large, brown tom looked up at the night sky. The full moon shined down on the small stone in front of him. It gleamed a brilliant white and blue as the beams of light bounced from its smooth surface.

He studied each part of the sky within his vision. His paws twitched and his thick, striped tail curled around them. The large tom looked over his shoulders.

"Don't be frightened of them," said a grey she-cat with dark stripes said. "But don't let me feel like I'm rushing you, Wolfclaw. Whenever you're ready."

"Thank you, Mousetail," he responded. "It's just a little intimidating."

"If StarClan finds you worthy, they will grant you what you deserve." Mousetail moved closer to the stone and sat near it. "I'll be right here when you return."

Wolfclaw nodded his head, taking his eyes off the night sky. He took a deep breath and touched his nose to the bright stone. His eyes snapped shut, and the forest clearing around him disappeared.

He was only unconscious for a few heartbeats, awaking to the same area he passed out in. Wolfclaw looked around, eyes wide and ears perked, at the clearing around him. It glowed in a soft, pale light. The trees, boulders, and grass was covered in it. It shimmered under the moonlight and Silverpelt, which seemed to get even larger.

Eight cats stood on the opposite side of the glowing stone. Wolfclaw sat as the first cat approached him. She had dark stripes and a brown pelt that blended seamlessly with the sparkling environment around her.

"Hello, Wolfclaw," she said in a deep, soothing voice. "The last time I saw you, you had just become an apprentice. Now look at you. About to become the first leader of LeafClan to gain StarClan's favor."

Wolfclaw lowered his head as the she-cat approached him. "Hello, mother," he responded. "And, before you ask, I've been careful. See? Only a few scratches."

"I know where they're from," she responded. "And I wouldn't exactly call harassing a wolf being careful."

"We weren't harassing her, she wandered into our territory. So we scared her off by running around, jumping, scratching, the usual."

She shook her head. "You wouldn't be you if you were careful. But I'm glad you're deciding to move out of the forest... it will be hard on the other wildcats. Most have been living here before you were born."

"We will adjust," Wolfclaw responded. "LeafClan cats always adjust to new surroundings. Also, it will be nice to not have to compete with wolves and other Twolegs for food. Some of the things they've brought with them have been strange and dangerous."

"Like what?" his mother asked.

"Never mind the wolves," he continued "There's this big, loud, grey monster that's not like any other. It's covered in this tough, unbreakable pelt. It's easily twice the size of normal monsters. Their paws look weird; they're flat, long, and there's only two of them. The ground rumbles as they move. And their muzzle is just this long stick that shoots fire and thunder from time to time. After they go off, trees disappear. They look like they'd been struck by lightning or something! So we call them war-monsters. And we don't like them."