Scorchpaw Stories

From being the tiniest worthless kit to the well-respected strong large leader, Clawstar only got to this rank by going on a quest to his loyalty and others abilities that he had in him, Clawstar was proud after he came back from his quest.

***Idea was originally delete because I thought it was stupid*** Just some warriors spoofs. Sorry if I bore you or get a few things wrong! ORIGINAL SPOOFS. I DONT CARE IF YOU GUYS DONT LIKE IT!! IM WRITING IT BECAUSE I WANNA!!

Moons and moons before the present, the world had drowned. Rain fell without end, rivers burst their banks, trees tore from the earth and drifted like broken twigs. Cats ran where they could, swam where they must, and prayed to StarClan they'd make it out alive. No trail stayed safe for long, and no den remained dry. The old territories and the moons of history were swallowed whole. When at last the waters began to crawl back, they did not leave mercy behind. They left mud, decay, and strange new currents and places where the ground opened like a gaping mouth with teeth sharp enough to slice through a badger. The earth was wounded. Survivors gathered on the largest stretch of earth the flood had spared far from the tragic catastrophe- queens who had lost their kits, warriors separated from their kin, mentors who cried as they couldn't locate their missing apprentices. They stood beneath unfamiliar stars and argued about what should come next. Many were still lost, and despite so many recovery patrols, they were never found. The surviving cats, holding onto their Clan roots through it all, separated and chose new grounds to call home. FogClan climbed the ridges where the mist never quite lifted. FledgeClan carved homes into the cliffs that could outlast another storm. RippleClan vanished into the reeds where the ground breathed cold. ValleyClan ran the open wind along the lakeshore and swore they would always see danger coming. And one group inparticular, guided by the winds and faith, travelled northward, unknowingly and completely opposite from the others: FireClan Just when peace crossed the Clan's horizons, and moons of recovery and rebuilding provided sanctuary, the spells of back luck strike again. The land shifts one fateful night, beginning a series of disasters once more. Follow Stonepaw on his journey to find what's causing these 'natural' disasters, and confront a raging storm eager to destroy the Clans once and for all.

The cats of BrokenClan never stay in one place. Their kits grow up on the move, simply because of one reason: They live in fear.Seasons ago, a loyal warrior and his mate betrayed the cats in their clan by murdering the medicine cat and two elders. Harespring gave her life to protect Flintthorn and Jaggedbreeze. The cats, on the full moon, were going to the gathering. Harespring had stayed behind, as Jaggedbreeze and Flintthorn were too old for the Gatherings, to take care of them. Her apprentice, Sandstone, had went in her place. At the time, there were no queens with nursing kits, and the clan was small, so all the cats went.Boulderjaw and Dewsplash went with the cats, but then doubled back, heading in the direction of camp. Harespring had been surprised to see them, and then Boulderjaw jumped on Flintthorn, snapping his spine with the impact of his strong legs. Jaggedbreeze was in shock, and Dewsplash and Boulderjaw were more than a match for the healer.They then killed Jaggedbreeze.