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These books are what mine is based off of. :)

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

What to do, what to do?!?!?!


*GASP!* TERRIBLE NEWS!!!
Apparently, Ella/ Trinh6 already had the name "Blue Skies" for a Warriors book... I checked out her site, and yes indeed she does.. but the thing is, she hasn't written anything more than a prologue since November 19th or something.. Anyways, she sent me this email:

Dear Amy Blythe,
 
Okay, this is really heartbreaking  to say, but I thought of the title "Blue Skies" first and...well...I don't want you using it. It truly breaks my heart  to say it, but it just doesn't seem right to have two books with the same title, by different authors. For more proof go to: http://warriorsreturns.blogspot.com/2012/11/different-book.html As you can see, I posted it on my blog on Wednesday, November 28, 2012, which was 19 days before you thought of that title. I do hope you understand how heartbreaking it is for me, but you must understand. Please.
 
Sincerely,
Ella T
 
What should I do?!??!  Blue Skies is the PERFECT NAME! But now. . .

Oh, and I've decided to keep the name "Warriors: The Returning Series" (: But thanks for all the ideas, guys! 

Philly Wood, no time to reply tot he comment, but I saw the banner you made me! It's EPIC! But the thing is, I'm not going to use it until I get the book name resolved... but it is awesome! thanks!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Chapter seven, art, and maps

The rest of chapter seven is posted! :D
More art is also posted, and here are some EPIC maps that my good friend Schiebeplanenwagen drew! :D well, actually I'm only going to show you one, because the second one would be a bit of a spoiler... But once it gets to that point in the story, I'll post it! :D

This is what the territory looks like at this point in my book! ^-^ Thanks for making this for me, Schiebe!!!!!!! :D

And last, but NOT least, DRUMROLL PLEASE!!

My sister Sasha made me an EPIC cover for my book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAY!!!!!!!!!! :D :D
So as you can see, the title of the book is "Blue Skies". I haven't decided the name for the series.
Any ideas??

Thanks again, Schiebe and Sasha!! :D

Friday, December 14, 2012

First half of chapter seven!

Hai everybody! ^3^ 

The first part of chapter seven is posted! Do you like how I left you hangin' at the end? LOL! 

"Something awful must have happened on his patrol".... O.O 

"WHAT something???" you may ask.

 You'll find out soon! >:D

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Chapter 6 is DONE!


Chapter 6 is finished!! Start at the part that introduces Storm, because I changed some of it. :) 

Let me know what you think! :D

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Cat Drawings by... ME! XD

 
*pants heavily*
 
One.... more.... essay.....
 
Then I'll start writing my book again!! :D

Meanwhile, here's a picture of some cats I drew! :D See if you can guess who they are! ;b

 
 

Monday, November 12, 2012

Sorry. . .

I haven't added anything in SUCH a loooong time.... I'm embarassed, and sorry, and mad at myself for putting it off... 

But, I'm doing an Essay-writing class, so I don't think I'll be adding anything more for a while... Sorry, guys...

 But feel free to keep posting comments! ;)

Friday, November 2, 2012

Thank you


Okay, so the "help me write my book" page is officially closed. 
I have all the ideas for names and personalities that I need. :)

Thank you to all who have suggested names and cats and all that good stuff. :) 

Your help is VERY much appreciated!! :D


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Little by little :3

A bit more of chapter 6 has been added!
More to come soon! :)

Here's a clue as to who it's about.

 (nobody you've heard about yet! :D hehe!)

Storm that Rises Swiftly

Part of Chapter 6


The very first tiny, little, itty-bitty part of chapter 6 is up! :D 
Warning: it is very short
More to come soon! :D

Monday, October 15, 2012

Interview Video :3

Hey guys! Here's a 'lil' interview my sis and I did. It's about how I got the idea for my book! :D

Enjoy! :D


Thursday, October 11, 2012

Snowyclaw

Loooooook!!! :D :D Snowyclaw posted part of my book on her art blog!! :D
I sent it to her, and she actually posted it!! How cool is that?!? 


YAY!! (\^-^/)

If you guys could all help my book become more famous by telling all your warriors-loving friends, that would be very much appreciated. :3

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Chapter Five is finished! :D

Chapter five is FINISHED! :D 

Also, Dawnleaf's name was changed to DEWleaf. Hope you guys don't mind. :) 
But apparently one of Brightheart's kits was named DEWkit, not DAWNkit. 
Whoops. :3

Thursday, October 4, 2012

WindClan is DONE! 
That completes all four Clans, but rogues and cats outside the Clans still to come... :)
Autumncry has also been added to RiverClan. :)

 And thank you to everyone who has suggested cats, posted comments, voted on the poll, read my book, and joined my blog! :D 
You guys are all awesome!

Partial WindClan and a new cat in ShadowClan

Some of WindClan is up, and I also added a cat to ShadowClan.
See if you can pick out which cat is the new one! :D
Here's a hint: blogger Ronnie Tolens will be especially glad to see the new cat. :3


Friday, September 28, 2012

chapter FIVE

The first part of chapter five is done! :D I'll add to it, don't worry. But I figured since I'll be gone for the weekend, I'd let you guys go ahead and read it. :3

Saturday, September 22, 2012


Chapter Four has been added to! I decided (along with the help of Schibeplanenwagen and 1w2w3w) that Chapter Four was too short. So now, it's a bit longer. 

Enjoy! :)

RiverClan


RiverClan is FINISHED! All the pictures are up on the Allegiances page! Go see them!! :D :D


p.s. and please join my blog. :3 that would mean a lot to me! :)

Thursday, September 20, 2012

SHADOWCLAN

 

ShadowClan is now updated! You'll find pictures of all the ShadowClan cats on the Allegiances page!



Now, I know what you all are thinking "Get writing the actual BOOK, Amy!!" And I WILL, but wouldn't you rather have it be really, really good before I post it up here? So that's what I'm doing. I'm making sure the next chapter is SUPER good before I post it. :) Just thought I'd let you all know. 


Wednesday, September 19, 2012





Be sure to check out the "Allegiances" page! :D



And a HUGE thank you to Schiebeplanenwagen and 1w2w3w who helped me with ideas last night. They came up with TONS of AWESOME ideas that  I CAN'T WAIT to write!!!! 
THANK YOU!!!!!!

Thursday, September 6, 2012

CHAPTER FOUR!!


Chapter four is DONE! :D Go reeeead it!! :D  :D


Thanks guys! And let me know what you think! ^.^

Monday, August 20, 2012

My sister made me a new header! :D Thanks, Sis! But here's the old one, just so it doesn't just disappear off our computer. ;)


Remember to read chapter three. :)

:)



Chapter three is done! :D Click "the book" to read it! :)

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Chapter Two

Now, you can read the chapters in order. Just click "The Book" :) 

Enjoy Chapter Two! :D

           

 Chapter Two
*


          Duchess and Silverpaw made their way through the forest in silence. Silverpaw led her through the dense bracken, and over fallen logs. The leaves on the forest floor crackled softly as they walked.
            After a while, the trees began to thin, and the woods opened up into a mossy, moonlit clearing.
            On the far end of the clearing, a creek gurgled it’s way onward sending it’s merry sound to Duchess’s ears. A light breeze ruffled her pelt. It felt strange on her neck. She had been used to having a collar on for so long that she didn't remember how it felt. It was glorious! She wondered how she had put up with it for so long now that she remembered what it felt like not to have one on. She breathed in deeply the earthy smell of the moss . Suddenly, she tensed pelt bristling. She tasted the air again. A cat! Duchess’s eyes darted back and forth, scanning the clearing.
            Finally she spotted it:  it was sitting on the far end of the clearing with it’s back towards the two young arrivals.
            Duchess glanced nervously at Silverpaw. He was striding confidently across the clearing towards the other cat. She relaxed. That cat must be Ravenstar, she thought.  
            “Hello, Ravenstar,” Silverpaw greeted the cat. Out of respect, he dropped to the ground in a low crouch. Duchess copied him.
            Ravenstar jerked around, eyes wide and hackles up. She relaxed as she realized who it was.
            “Hello, Silverpaw.” Her gaze shifted to Duchess. “Hello, young one.” The she-cat’s reddish-brown fur shone in the moonlight, and she carried her head proudly. Duchess could tell she was a cat to be respected.
            Shyly, Duchess dipper her head and murmured, “Hello.”
            A look of amusement flashed across Ravenstar’s face. "Stand up, both of you." 
           They both stood up.
           She turned to Duchess. "I see you found the hole that my apprentice and I dug for you this afternoon."
          Duchess's eyes widened. "You dug that?" she asked, amazed. 
          Ravenstar nodded. "Yes, we were hoping you would decide to venture out into the forest."
          Fear clutched Duchess, it's icy claws prickling her pelt. Ravenstar let out a mrrow of laughter. "Don't worry, young one. We mean you no harm."
          Confusion filled Duchess's mind, but before she could ask anything more, her stomach let out a loud rumble. Awkwardly, she looked down at her paws, trying to act as though nothing had happened.
            Ravenstar’s eyes softened. “Are you hungry?” she asked.
            Duchess nodded, embarrassed to be appearing like a helpless kit in front of this wise and noble warrior.
            Ravenstar turned to Silverpaw. He was crouched on the mossy ground. “Silverpaw,” she beckoned.
            He quickly sat up. “Yes, Ravenstar?”
            “Go and fetch some prey for—er, what was your name?” she looked at Duchess.
            “Duchess,” came the quick reply.
            Ravenstar nodded, and then continued: “Go and fetch some prey for Duchess."
           Dipping his head, he turned to leave.
            "And be quick about it,” Ravenstar added.
            “Alright. I’ll be back in no time!” he promised. Then off he bounded.
            Duchess watched him leave. She fought back a prick of fear that tugged at her pelt. Timidly, she glanced back at Ravenstar. She was watching her intently. Duchess tried to hold her head higher, not wanting this Clan leader to see that she was nervous. She met her gaze steadily.
            Then Ravenstar spoke. “We have been watching you for some time now, Duchess.”
            Duchess’s eyes widened. “You have?” she asked. “But why?” confusion filled her bright blue eyes. But Ravenstar’s next words surprised her even more.
            “How would you like to join ThunderClan?” Ravenstar asked. She spoke steadily, and Duchess could tell she was serious.
            Stunned, she didn’t know what to say. She tried to speak, but no words would come out.            
            “Life in a Clan is much different than life as a kittypet,” Ravenstar went on. “But it’s also much more fulfilling. You won’t be able to crawl into a Twoleg nest every time the weather becomes uncomfortable, or eat your food from a shiny dish every time you feel hungry. It’s hard work to live in a Clan. There are many duties that need to be done--food to catch, borders to defend. But, if you remain loyal, the rewards will be great. You will have the fellowship and strength that being in a Clan provides. You will live as a true cat—the say cats were meant to live.”
            Still shocked, Duchess managed to whisper, “But what makes you want me in your Clan?”
            Ravenstar took a deep breath before answering. Her expression clouded with pain, she softly replied, “From the first moment I saw you, you reminded me of someone that I love very much. She was an excellent warrior—quick, brave, and loyal—everything she needed to be. And more, sometimes. And then that someone was taken away from me.” She paused before continuing, “And now, I can’t help feeling that StarClan has sent you to us to make up for taking Lilystripe.” She gazed thoughtfully at Duchess.
            Duchess looked down at her paws. She thought about her sister, Ginger. Leaving Ginger had been one of the hardest things she had ever done. She loved Ginger, and her heart still ached when she thought about her. She could understand Ravenstar's pain at losing a loved one.
            Some things that Ravenstar had said confused her, though. Like StarClan—who in the world were they? And why would they take a cat from ThunderClan? But she knew that now wasn’t the time to ask such questions.
            They sat in silence for a few moments, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Then Ravenstar shook herself, as if trying to scatter the gloom that had settled over her. “Where is your collar, Duchess?” she asked, changing the subject.
            The question caught Duchess off guard. “It, uh, well,” she stammered, “It got caught on the fence when I crawled under it.”      
            “A sign from StarClan,” Ravenstar breathed.
            A look of confusion flashed across Duchess’s face. Who was this mysterious StarClan?
            Hurriedly, Ravenstar continued, “But back to the point. Would you like to join ThunderClan?” Her gaze was steady, and piercing. Duchess knew she would have to answer this time.
            “Can I have some time to think about it?” she meowed hesitantly.
            Ravenstar nodded. “Very well.”       
            Just then, Silverpaw came trotting out of the undergrowth, a plump vole dangling from his jaws. He came over to them, and set the vole down in front of Duchess. “Here you go,” he meowed, pushing it towards her with his nose.
            “Thank you, Duchess murmured. She bent her head down to sniff the vole. It smelled delicious, and her stomach gave another loud rumble.
            Silverpaw’s whiskers twitched amusedly as he watched her take her first bite of fresh kill.
            Gingerly, she took a small bite. It was wonderful! Much better than the dry food her housefolk fed her! Eagerly, she continued eating until it was gone. She licked her lips, then sat up and began grooming herself.
            Ravenstar and Silverpaw had moved a short distance away and were obviously discussing something. They spoke in low murmurs, and Duchess couldn’t make out anything they were saying.           
            Ravenstar stood up and came over to Duchess. “Well, it’s time for you to leave now, Duchess. Silverpaw will take you home.”
            “But—“ Duchess started, but was cut off.
            “He will be back at dawn tomorrow for your answer,” Ravenstar told her.
            Duchess dipped her head. “Thank you, Ravenstar.”
            Ravenstar turned to leave. “Think very carefully about what I have said, Duchess,” she  called over her shoulder. Then she padded away and disappeared into the shadowy forest.           
            Duchess looked at Silverpaw. He beckoned to her with a flick of his tail, and the two cats once again made their way through the thick undergrowth. They traveled in silence until they came to the fence.
            Once they were there, Duchess timidly asked, “Who is StarClan?” She didn’t want Silverpaw to think she was dumb, but she was dying to know. She had been thinking about it the whole way back.
            Silverpaw looked a bit surprised by her question, but replied, “StarClan is made up of the warrior ancestors from all four Clans that have died.” He paused, and looked up at the starry sky. “They watch over us from the stars,” he explained.
            Duchess looked up at the glittering night sky. “So what did Ravenstar mean when she said that StarClan took Lilystripe?” she asked.
            Silverpaw’s eyes widened. How much had Ravenstar told her? Sadness filled his face, and he hesitated before answering. “Lilystripe was my mentor before Ravenstar. One day,” he shifted his paws uncomfortably, “we were out hunting. Just me and her. Then a fox…” his voice trailed off. He took a deep breath. “Lilystripe was killed by a fox. She was Ravenstar’s daughter.”
            “I’m so sorry to hear that,” Duchess whispered.
            “It’s all right. She hunts with StarClan now.”
            The two young cats gazed up in silence at the sky. Finally Silverpaw broke the silence.
            “Well, I’ve got to get back to Camp. Ravenstar will wonder what’s taken me so long. I’ll see you at dawn tomorrow.”
            “’Bye,” Duchess murmured.
            And with a flick of his tail, Silverpaw melted back into the forest.  
            Duchess squirmed under the fence. It was a lot easier without her dumb collar getting in the way. She crossed the yard, and hopped onto the back porch. Before going inside, she turned to look back up at the stars. Can StarClan see me right now? she wondered. Sighing, she crawled into the kitty-door.
            The stale smell of her dry food greeted her. Duchess sniffed it, then wrinkled her nose in disgust. She knew she would never be satisfied eating that again. She padded across the smooth tile floor over to her pillow. Her mind was whirling with thoughts of everything that had happened that day. The words of Ravenstar came back to her mind, “You will have the fellowship and strength that being in a Clan provides. You will live as a true cat—the say cats were meant to live…” The thought of being in a Clan sent excited shivers down Duchess’s spine. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep…

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Chapter One


    

 Here's the first draft of chapter one. I hope you like it! Let me know if you find any mistakes. :)




 Chapter One

 *




     Duchess bounded out of the kitty-door and onto the low back porch of her owner’s house. The morning sunshine made her newly-cleaned blue-gray tabby pelt gleam. She blinked to adjust her blue eyes to the bright light, then hopped off the porch and into the tall, dewy grass. Her short legs were quickly soaked as she raced around her yard, stopping to investigate every leaf and stick that she came across, her curious eyes taking in everything she saw. Suddenly she stopped, ears perked and tail erect. She sniffed the air, trying to catch a whiff of the scent that had so alerted her. A faint whiff was all she needed. Slowly she crouched down, crawled towards her target, careful to keep her shiny new collar from jingling. Then... at just the right moment...POUNCED! Perfect timing! The intruding squeaky toy mouse was quickly caught between her tiny paws.
       Duchess was just barely out of kitten-hood. She had been adopted when she was 8 weeks old a few months ago. She was now 6 months old, and still just as full of energy as ever. Her fur was still kit-soft, and she wasn’t very big. In fact, she was small. But size didn’t bother Duchess!
       After wrestling with the squeaky toy for a few minutes, Duchess got bored. She wanted real playmates, and real prey--not just squeaky toys! No cats lived in the houses on either side of hers, and she hadn't been able to get near the fluffy white Persian who lived several houses down. She had seen him through the fence a few times, but had never talked to him. Longingly, she glanced over her shoulder at the woods beyond the metal fence. I bet there are some real mice in there, and I'm sure there are other cats... she thought. She missed the companionship that being around other cats provided. There was a sense of belonging when you had others around you to keep you company. Here, she felt completely alone. There was no one to talk to, no one to play with, and no brothers and sisters to snuggle up with when she went to bed.
       Sighing, she climbed onto the porch and lay down in the warm sunshine. Wistfully, she thought of the days she had spent with her brothers and sister in her old home with her Mother....
* * *

       Two cats had been watching Duchess intently. In the moons that Duchess had lived here, they had taken a great interest in her.
       “Did you see the way she crept through the grass, Silverpaw? With some practice, I think she could be a great hunter!” a sleek reddish-brown she-cat whispered to the cat next to her.
       “I agree, Ravenstar.” Silverpaw meowed. He was an average-sized black cat with a patch of brown fur on his forehead, and a silvery-gray underbelly. “Do you think she would ever come with us?”
       “I never said anything about her coming with us,” Ravenstar hissed.
       “Oh, uhh, well I uh.. I just assumed...” Silverpaw stuttered.
       Ravenstar smiled. “Not yet anyway.”
       Silverpaw relaxed. He hated making his mentor angry, especially since she was also the leader of their clan--ThunderClan. He turned his attention back to the gray tabby sleeping on the Twoleg nest porch.
       “Follow me,” Ravenstar beckoned.
       Silverpaw followed her as she began walking closer to the fence that separated Duchess’s world from the world of freedom.
When they reached the fence, Ravenstar began digging. She scratched the ground near the edge of the fence. “Help me. We need to make this big enough for her to squeeze through, but small enough that she’ll have to work at it a bit," she instructed.
       Silverpaw joined his mentor and began digging. The cool dirt felt good between his toes, and he longed to just go right on digging. But a nudge from Ravenstar stopped him.
       “That’s enough,” she nodded.
       Slowly, the two cats crept back into the forest to wait...
* * *

       “Bet ya can’t catch me!” Ginger taunted, and she raced off. Toby and Steel followed her, trying their best to catch their spunky sister. Toby was a plump calico kitten, while Steel was a sleek light gray one. Ginger was--of course--ginger in color. She was a large tabby kitten, and had laughing amber eyes.
       “Oh, I bet I can!” Duchess mewled. The smallest of the litter, Duchess was often far behind in skill for games like wrestling, but in this game--tag--she was excellent! Her small size allowed her to take shortcuts where her larger siblings could not go, and her quick thinking made up for her lack of strength.
       Ginger raced around the couch, her brothers following her. But Duchess crawled under the couch. She peeked out, waiting for her sister to race by. Just before she did, Duchess sprang out from under the couch right in front of Ginger’s nose.
       Ginger stopped--startled. That moment’s hesitation was all Duchess needed. “Surprise!” she squealed before promptly pouncing on her sister’s head. She nipped Ginger’s ear, and Ginger threw her off gently. Then she pounced on Duchess and the two kittens were wrestling with each other, tumbling and rolling all around the living room floor.
       Finally, they stopped. Both panting and happy.
       The they heard the sweet voice of their mother, Tilly. "Time for you kittens to be in bed now," she purred. "You need your rest."
       All four kittens slowly made their way towards the fluffy pillow that served as a bed for the five cats. They snuggled up to each other, and the boys were quickly asleep.
       “Wow, Duchess!” Ginger praised. “That was great! You really had me fooled when you came out from under the couch like that!” She gave Duchess a friendly lick on the ear.
       Duchess smiled, and shrugged. “It was nothing, really." She closed her eyes, and was soon fast asleep...
* * * 

       Duchess woke up, suddenly. “Ginger!” she exclaimed. She looked around, then realized she had only been dreaming. She sighed, and then stood up and stretched. It was warmer than it had been earlier. She squinted up at the sky. The sun was now high overhead. Wow, I’ve been asleep for hours! she thought.
       She padded over to the kitty-door, and walked into her owners’ house. She trotted up to her water bowl, and wrinkled her nose. Yuck! The water smelled stale. She shrugged and went back outside. It had rained during the night, and she knew there would be a puddle she could drink from at the back of the yard near the corner of the fence.
       She scampered through the grass, which was no longer wet, and stopped in front of the puddle. Slowly, she drank her fill.
       Duchess lifted her dripping muzzle into the air, and sniffed. Whenever she was at the back of the yard, the most tantalizing smells greeted her. Today, the sweet scent of catmint called to her, and the earthy smell of moss beckoned her along with dozens of other smells that she couldn’t put names too. She yearned to find some way out of the yard and into the woods.
       She eyed the metal fence with hatred. She could see through the fence, but the holes in the mesh were just small enough that she couldn’t get out. It was as if it was taunting her, just the way her sister used to. Only there was no way to outsmart a fence. She’d tried to climb over before, but her small legs and tiny paws weren’t strong enough yet to propel her up and over.
       Back home, Mother had always warned Duchess and her siblings of the dangers of wandering out of their yard, but Mother wasn’t here to stop her this time! She walked along the back edge of the fence, searching for any sort of escape route. She had done this many times in the past weeks, but not ever so carefully before.
       Then something caught her eye. At the bottom of the fence, she spotted something that hadn’t been there before--a small hole. Well, not a hole, really, but the grass and some dirt had been scratched away under a tiny part of the fence. Carefully, she sniffed it. It smelled like something she had never smelled before. The smell reminded her of her mother and siblings, but it was much more wild-smelling. She nervously flicked her tail and peered into the woods behind the fence. She could see nothing, but just to be sure, she sniffed the air. Nothing.
       She looked over her shoulder, just to make sure no one was watching. Satisfied, she turned back towards the hole and flattened herself to the ground. Carefully, she crawled under the fence.
            She poked her head out onto the other side of the fence, and breathed deeply. The smells of the forest greeted her. They made her almost giddy, as she finally realized how close to freedom she was.
            She crawled forward when she suddenly felt a sharp pull on her neck. Her collar was caught on the fence. She grunted, and tried again to pull herself forward, harder this time. The collar stopped her again.
            Desperately, she tried backing up, and then pulling forward again. But her collar jerked her back. She gave a frustrated hiss, and stretched out her forelegs. She scratched the ground with her sharp needle-like claws.
            For a few minutes, she continued trying to struggle her way out from under the fence, but it was no use. Her collar held fast.
            Sighing, she laid her head on her paws and prepared to wait. She didn’t know what for, but she knew that she couldn’t get out of this predicament on her own.
            The hours passed slowly. The sun sank along with Duchess’s hopes of ever reaching freedom. An ant crawled in front of Duchess, its shiny black body illuminated by the setting sun. She batted at it with her paw until it finally crawled out of her reach carrying its leafy burden back to some hidden anthill.
            Finally, she heard the familiar creak of the hinges on the back porch door. She couldn’t turn her head far enough to see behind her, but she imagined the flood of light that would come pouring out of the door, soaking the dark backyard with its artificial rays. She heard her owner calling, his voice harsh and expectant. She knew he would not be happy with her for staying out so late. Usually, she came inside before it got dark.
            She mewed, hoping that he would hear her and come to her rescue. But he didn’t. Duchess heard the door shut behind him as he trudged back into the house.
            Determined not to wait out the night in this awkward position, she again began to struggle. She squirmed and pulled, but the stubborn collar would not release her.
            Suddenly, she heard a rustle in the bushes in front of her. She stopped, ears pricked and eyes wide. The tips of her paws tingled as she imagined what could have possibly made the noise. She remembered how her mother had said that there were many dangerous creatures living out in the wild. Could it be one of the creatures her mother had warned her about? She sniffed the air. All she could smell was the same old smell of the woods. But then a gentle breeze hit her face, bringing with it a smell that she recognized.
            It was the same smell she had scented at the hole that afternoon! The scent had faded from the hole, but it now was brought to her stronger than it had been.
            The fur on the back of her neck stood up. From the bushes, she spotted a pair of bright yellow eyes staring straight at her!
            She gulped, and managed to whisper, “Who’s there?”
            No answer came.
            But then the eyes started moving towards her. They came closer and closer until they finally emerged from the bushes. Out stepped a young tom. His silver chest shone against his black fur, and there was a brown patch of fur on his broad forehead.
            They stared at each other for a moment. Duchess was too scared to speak, but the tom meowed, “Need some help?” His voice was gruff, but not unfriendly.
            Duchess simply nodded.
            The black cat stepped forward, and bent down toward Duchess’s neck. Gently, he grabbed her collar with his sharp teeth.
            “Now back up,” he instructed through clenched teeth.
            Duchess obeyed. She backed up, and at first it seemed as if it was simply a waste of time. But she kept pulling, and gradually she felt the collar slipping over her ears until it finally was all the way off.
            Duchess sat up and looked at her rescuer. He still held the collar in his mouth and was using it to pull the fence upward so that Duchess could wriggle through.
            “You comin’?” he asked, a bit impatiently, Duchess thought.
            Duchess squirmed under the fence, and, at last, was on the other side.
            “Thanks!” she breathed. She was still a bit shocked at this sudden appearance.
            The young tom shrugged. “It was nothing,” he replied.
            The two cats sat in awkward silence. Then the silence was broken by a loud rumbling of Duchess’s stomach.
            Embarrassed, she looked down at her paws, and tried to act natural.
            The black cat’s yellow eyes suddenly filled with concern, and he asked, “How long were you stuck like that?”
            Duchess looked up at him, her eyes glittering with defiance. She didn’t want to appear like a little kit to this young stranger. “Not long,” she answered coldly.
            The tom noticed the defiance in her eyes, and his whiskers twitched with amusement. “Well when was the last time you ate?” he questioned.
            Duchess shrugged, and looked down at her paws. “This morning,” she mumbled.
            The young tom nodded, and stood up. He padded off into the bushes. “Follow me,” he called over his shoulder.
            Duchess stood up and followed him into the bushes. She caught up to him, and kept pace with him. They walked side-by-side through the dense undergrowth for a little while, neither one saying a word. Then Duchess spoke up, “By the way, I’m Duchess.”
            The black cat nodded, but didn’t give any reply. He kept up a steady pace, and Duchess found it a bit hard to keep up with him since her legs were quite a bit shorter. The tips of her ears only came up to his eye-level.
            “What’s your name,” she finally asked.
            He stopped and looked down at her. “Silverpaw,” he meowed. “I’m an apprentice in ThunderClan.”
            Duchess looked up at him, confused, “A what-ice?” she said.
            “An apprentice,” Silverpaw clarified. “It means I’m training to be a warrior.”
            “A warrior? What for?” Duchess asked. This whole thing wasn’t making any sense.
            Silverpaw rolled his eyes and tried to patiently explain. “I can see I’ll have to start at the very beginning,” he said. “Further into this forest, there’s a lake. Around this lake there are four groups of cats: ShadowClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and Thunder Clan. That’s the one I’m in.” He stopped to make sure Duchess had understood everything he said.
            Duchess was sitting and looking up at him, her clear blue eyes filled with curiosity. The patchy moonlight that came through the tree-tops glimmered on her silvery fur. “Go on,” she prompted.
            “So each Clan has their own territory and boundaries. We warriors have to protect our territory from invaders from the other Clans,” he continued.
            “But I thought you weren’t a warrior yet. You said you were training to be a warrior.” Duchess pointed out.
            Silverpaw shuffled his paws and huffed, “Well, yes I did say that. But I still help protect my clan,” he defended.
            Duchess’s whiskers twitched with amusement, but she simply said, “Okay, then what.”
            “Well,” he said, “we also hunt for food to feed our Clan. And we all work together to protect the Camp. The Camp is where we live. There are separate dens for the warriors, the apprentices, the kits and their mothers, the medicine cat, and our Clan leader, Ravenstar.”
            “A medicine cat?” Duchess interrupted. “What does a medicine cat do.”
            Silverpaw tried to remember Twoleg terms Ravenstar had used when describing the life of a kittypet so that Duchess could better understand what he was trying to explain. He looked at her and asked, “Well, you know the vet?”
            Duchess nodded, “Yes, I was there once for a check up. My Mother said my owners would eventually take me there again when I was older, but I haven’t been back since.”
            Silverpaw continued, “Well, it’s like that. The medicine cat takes care of sick cats, and tends to wounded ones. She uses herbs to treat us.” Silverpaw’s wrinkled his nose as he said, “Sometimes they taste nasty. But at least they work.”
            Duchess’s stomach growled again. But she looked at Silverpaw, trying to act like nothing had happened.
            Silverpaw shook his head, “What are we doing standing here talking? I should get you to my mentor, Ravenstar. You’re probably hungry enough to eat a whole rabbit by now!”
            Duchess laughed. She followed Silverpaw as he again began his steady trot through the woods.
             

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Prologue

Here's the prologue of my book.

By the way, my blog title banner was made by my sister. Here's the one that RoyalNavy made:


I have made a few changes to this since the last time I posted it. What I post on here is usually a rough draft, so keep checking back to see any improvements I make. I re-read it a lot, and I often find different ways of saying things that make more sense, and sound more like Erin Hunter's writing style.

Please post comments. If there is ANYTHING that can be improved that I haven't found, I would like to you to tell me so that I can change it.

Thanks!





P R O L O G U E
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          It was midnight. Three cats huddled together outside the medicine den entrance. The rest of the Clan were sleeping, but these three were too worried to sleep. The crisp April wind ruffled their fur, and misty clouds masked the sky overhead. The stars shone through them, shedding their watery light down onto the camp. The full moon glowed behind a thin, foggy cloud.
            One of the cats, a gray and white she-cat, glanced up at Silverpelt’s swathe of stars unable to ignore the clenching feeling in her chest. Would yet another cat join StarClan tonight? She shivered, and then stared down at the ground.
            The calico she-cat sitting next to her felt her shiver, and pressed herself closer to the young warrior. “It will be alright, Mistyfur,” she whispered.
            Mistyfur glanced up at her mother, her blue eyes shining with unshed tears. “I hope you’re right, Patchear,” she shakily replied. She closed her eyes as Patchear gave her a reassuring lick on the ear.
Mistyfur glanced at the small tom crouched close to the den entrance. He was staring at the ground, his eyes wide as if still shocked by all that had gone on today.
“Silverpaw,” she meowed, trying to keep the worry out of her voice for his sake, “why don’t you go and get something from the fresh kill pile? It’s been a long day, surely you’re hungry.”
The small cat looked up at Mistyfur. He stared blankly for a moment, as if unaware that she was speaking to him, then he shook his head. “I’m not hungry,” he murmured, wrapping his black tail more tightly around his gray paws. He gave his silver chest fur a couple of nervous licks, and then stared off into the distance.
Mistyfur was about to object, but she stopped herself. Surely the young apprentice was much too worried about his mentor to eat.
She thought back to the day Silverpaw had been apprenticed. It was less than a moon ago. He and Lilystripe had both been very excited. Silverpaw was glad to finally be an apprentice. The days he had spent in the nursery had seemed like an eternity to him, and he was ready for a change. Lilystripe was proud to be getting her first apprentice. She was a young warrior, and had been an apprentice only a few moons before.
The two cats had quickly bonded, and Lilystripe had shown herself to be an excellent mentor. She was kind, and patiently passed on all the knowledge she had to the eager Silverpaw. He was a quick learner, and soaked up every drop of information he was given.
Mistyfur smiled as she remembered those happy days. She had often tagged along with the two cats, since she had no apprentice of her own. Then her face darkened as she remembered the awful events of the day. She cringed as she remembered the awful sight of Lilystripe lying on the forest floor. There was a deep gash in her side and blood oozed out of it. She had several scratches on her face and legs, and her breath came in ragged gasps. The stench of fox was overpoweringly strong.
Mistyfur shook her head, trying to clear the awful memory from her mind. She looked over at Silverpaw. He was lying down with his head resting on his paws. The brown patch on his forehead stood out against his black fur, and his yellow eyes shone in the dark light.
Suddenly, a grief stricken yowl split the night air. Ravenstar!
Silverpaw sat up and stared into the dark entrance of the den. He could see nothing. Then Ivyfrost padded out of the den. Her white head sagged, and her eyes—one blue and one green—were filled with pain. Not physical pain, but mental anguish.
Mistyfur gasped. “Lilystripe?” she whispered, already knowing the answer.
Ivyfrost looked down and murmured, “She’s gone. I did everything I could, but she just… slipped away…” She looked over at Silverpaw. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Tears rose to Silverpaw’s eyes, but he bravely asked, “May I go in and see her?” His voice quivered.
Ivyfrost nodded, and Silverpaw walked slowly into the medicine den, his pawsteps heavy with grief.
In the dim light that came through the small spaces in between the branches that made up the den, he could just make out the form of Ravenstar. She was sharing tongues with her daughter for the last time. He padded over to her, and sat down, his pelt barely brushing Ravenstar’s. She didn’t look up as she whispered, “Her last words were, ‘make sure Silverpaw’s training goes well.’” A sob shook Ravenstar’s frame as she cried, “She was always so thoughtful. Why did StarClan have to let her die?”
Silverpaw felt his own eyes fog up as he whispered, “We can’t always know the answers to everything.” He blinked away the tears that were rapidly trying to push themselves out, and bent down to lick Lilystripe’s gray tabby forehead. “Thank you, Lilystripe. You were the best mentor ever,” he murmured, barely loud enough for anyone but himself to hear. He then began sharing tongues with his dead mentor.
Mistyfur and Patchear joined them in the medicine den. The four cats silently mourned the loss of Lilystripe.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Book Preview



 Here's a preview of my book that I'm writing. Let me know what you think, and please BE COMPLETELY HONEST. I'd rather know up front that it's awful, than be told later after I'd spent a lot longer on it. 

This book cannot be published, because of Erin Hunter's copyright and other technical stuff that's hard to explain, but even still, please do not copy any part of it. If you want people to read it, refer them to my blog, but please don't copy any of this. It's my work. Thank you for understanding. :)





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      Duchess bounded out of the kitty-door and onto the low back porch of her owner’s house. The morning sunshine made her newly-cleaned blue-gray tabby pelt gleam. She blinked to adjust her blue eyes to the bright light, then hopped off the porch and into the tall, dewy grass. Her short legs were quickly soaked as she raced around her yard, stopping to investigate every leaf and stick that she came across, her curious eyes taking in everything she saw. Suddenly she stopped, ears perked and tail erect. She sniffed the air, trying to catch a whiff of the scent that had so alerted her. A faint whiff was all she needed. Slowly she crouched down, crawled towards her target, careful to keep her shiny new collar from jingling. Then... at just the right moment...POUNCED! Perfect timing! The intruding squeaky toy mouse was quickly caught between her tiny paws.
       Duchess was just barely out of kitten-hood. She had been adopted when she was 8 weeks old a few months ago. She was now 6 months old, and still just as full of energy as ever. Her fur was still kit-soft, and she wasn’t very big. In fact, she was small. But size didn’t bother Duchess!
       After wrestling with the squeaky toy for a few minutes, Duchess got bored. She wanted real playmates, and real prey--not just squeaky toys! No cats lived in the houses on either side of hers, and she hadn't been able to get near the fluffy white Persian who lived several houses down. She had seen him through the fence a few times, but had never talked to him. Longingly, she glanced over her shoulder at the woods beyond the metal fence. I bet there are some real mice in there, and I'm sure there are other cats... she thought. She missed the companionship that being around other cats provided. There was a sense of belonging when you had others around you to keep you company. Here, she felt completely alone. There was no one to talk to, no one to play with, and no brothers and sisters to snuggle up with when she went to bed.
       Sighing, she climbed onto the porch and lay down in the warm sunshine. Wistfully, she thought of the days she had spent with her brothers and sister in her old home with her Mother....
* * *

       Two cats had been watching Duchess intently. In the moons that Duchess had lived here, they had taken a great interest in her.
       “Did you see the way she crept through the grass, Silverpaw? With some practice, I think she could be a great hunter!” a sleek reddish-brown she-cat whispered to the cat next to her.
       “I agree, Ravenstar.” Silverpaw meowed. He was an average-sized black cat with a patch of brown fur on his forehead, and a silvery-gray underbelly. “Do you think she would ever come with us?”
       “I never said anything about her coming with us,” Ravenstar hissed.
       “Oh, uhh, well I uh.. I just assumed...” Silverpaw stuttered.
       Ravenstar smiled. “Not yet anyway.”
       Silverpaw relaxed. He hated making his mentor angry, especially since she was also the leader of their clan--ThunderClan. He turned his attention back to the gray tabby sleeping on the Twoleg nest porch.
       “Follow me,” Ravenstar beckoned.
       Silverpaw followed her as she began walking closer to the fence that separated Duchess’s world from the world of freedom.
When they reached the fence, Ravenstar began digging. She scratched the ground near the edge of the fence. “Help me. We need to make this big enough for her to squeeze through, but small enough that she’ll have to work at it a bit," she instructed.
       Silverpaw joined his mentor and began digging. The cool dirt felt good between his toes, and he longed to just go right on digging. But a nudge from Ravenstar stopped him.
       “That’s enough,” she nodded.
       Slowly, the two cats crept back into the forest to wait...
* * *

       “Bet ya can’t catch me!” Ginger taunted, and she raced off. Toby and Steel followed her, trying their best to catch their spunky sister. Toby was a plump calico kitten, while Steel was a sleek light gray one. Ginger was--of course--ginger in color. She was a large tabby kitten, and had laughing amber eyes.
       “Oh, I bet I can!” Duchess mewled. The smallest of the litter, Duchess was often far behind in skill for games like wrestling, but in this game--tag--she was excellent! Her small size allowed her to take shortcuts where her larger siblings could not go, and her quick thinking made up for her lack of strength.
       Ginger raced around the couch, her brothers following her. But Duchess crawled under the couch. She peeked out, waiting for her sister to race by. Just before she did, Duchess sprang out from under the couch right in front of Ginger’s nose.
       Ginger stopped--startled. That moment’s hesitation was all Duchess needed. “Surprise!” she squealed before promptly pouncing on her sister’s head. She nipped Ginger’s ear, and Ginger threw her off gently. Then she pounced on Duchess and the two kittens were wrestling with each other, tumbling and rolling all around the living room floor.
       Finally, they stopped. Both panting and happy.
       The they heard the sweet voice of their mother, Tilly. "Time for you kittens to be in bed now," she purred. "You need your rest."
       All four kittens slowly made their way towards the fluffy pillow that served as a bed for the five cats. They snuggled up to each other, and the boys were quickly asleep.
       “Wow, Duchess!” Ginger praised. “That was great! You really had me fooled when you came out from under the couch like that!” She gave Duchess a friendly lick on the ear.
       Duchess smiled, and shrugged. “It was nothing, really." She closed her eyes, and was soon fast asleep...
* * * 

       Duchess woke up, suddenly. “Ginger!” she exclaimed. She looked around, then realized she had only been dreaming. She sighed, and then stood up and stretched. It was warmer than it had been earlier. She squinted up at the sky. The sun was now high overhead. Wow, I’ve been asleep for hours! she thought.
       She padded over to the kitty-door, and walked into her owners’ house. She trotted up to her water bowl, and wrinkled her nose. Yuck! The water smelled stale. She shrugged and went back outside. It had rained during the night, and she knew there would be a puddle she could drink from at the back of the yard near the corner of the fence.
       She scampered through the grass, which was no longer wet, and stopped in front of the puddle. Slowly, she drank her fill.
       Duchess lifted her dripping muzzle into the air, and sniffed. Whenever she was at the back of the yard, the most tantalizing smells greeted her. Today, the sweet scent of catmint called to her, and the earthy smell of moss beckoned her along with dozens of other smells that she couldn’t put names too. She yearned to find some way out of the yard and into the woods.
       She eyed the metal fence with hatred. She could see through the fence, but the holes in the mesh were just small enough that she couldn’t get out. It was as if it was taunting her, just the way her sister used to. Only there was no way to outsmart a fence. She’d tried to climb over before, but her small legs and tiny paws weren’t strong enough yet to propel her up and over.
       Back home, Mother had always warned Duchess and her siblings of the dangers of wandering out of their yard, but Mother wasn’t here to stop her this time! She walked along the back edge of the fence, searching for any sort of escape route. She had done this many times in the past weeks, but not ever so carefully before.
       Then something caught her eye. At the bottom of the fence, she spotted something that hadn’t been there before--a small hole. Well, not a hole, really, but the grass and some dirt had been scratched away under a tiny part of the fence. Carefully, she sniffed it. It smelled like something she had never smelled before. The smell reminded her of her mother and siblings, but it was much more wild-smelling. She nervously flicked her tail and peered into the woods behind the fence. She could see nothing, but just to be sure, she sniffed the air. Nothing.
       Cautiously, she looked behind herself, scanning the windows for any sign of a spy. After a few moments, she was satisfied that no one was watching her, so she got down on her belly, and edged her way towards the hole. She squeezed herself through it, and just as she was almost all the way on the other side, she felt a tug at her neck. She puled harder, and felt her collar tighten around her throat, cutting off her air-supply. Help me! she thought. Gasping for breathe, she finally backed up, and the pull on her collar lessened. She could breath again. Dumb collar! She thought.
 



Let me know what you think. :) It's been fun writing this much, so far, and I hope to continue.