Fernpelt's Life

I have written a story based on the Warrior Cats series. Here is a sneak peek!

Chapter 1

“Let’s see…..that wound of yours looks deep.” Fernpelt mewed, pressing cobwebs on Flamepaw’s very deep gash. “I was on hunting patrol, when a fox sprang on me and bit my flank.” Flamepaw mumbled, trying not to wail because of his injury. “Are you sure it was a fox?” Fernpelt asked, with a questioning look in her eyes. “Well, I did see its huge bushy tail, as well as the pelt.” Flamepaw replied, soothed by the Marigold Fernpelt rubbed on him.

Fernpelt was a very unusual looking she-cat. Her pelt was a greenish-brown, and her paws were white. Flamepaw was a very stubborn tom. If you asked him to do anything he didn’t want to, he probably wouldn’t listen. His pelt was the same color as the legendary leader, Firestar.

Firestar was the cat that fulfilled the prophecy “Fire alone will save the clan”. His pelt was bright orange, and a legend among all cats. His mate was a she-cat named Sandstorm.

“Now, take these poppy seeds to ease the pain a little bit. Flamepaw, I don’t want you hunting with that wound. I mean it Flamepaw, no hunting until I say so.” Fernpelt mewed. Flamepaw’s eyes were filled with anger. “Once I’m a warrior, you won’t be able to tell me what to do.” Flamepaw mumbled half to himself. “Oh, and by the way, Fernpelt when the fox attacked me,” he said as he glanced down to his wound, “I didn’t smell fox, I smelled the Thunder path.” He mewed as he walked out.

The Thunderpath was a horrid place. There, the ground was hard and black, with monsters running on it. In the belly of the monster, twolegs sit inside it. The monsters had big black paws, and light coming out of its eyes at night. They spread terrible smelling fumes into the air that make the air stink.

“Mouse-brain!” Fernpelt mewed to herself. Why have I not thought of her before? She though angrily. She padded out of her den to go look for Silverheart. Before she went to Silverheart, she took a deep breath of the Greenleaf air. It was filled with the smells of bramble and squirrel. I should go eat first, I’ve been working all day. She thought to herself. She stepped over to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a mouse. She bit into it, savoring the nice, juicy flavor.

After she finished her mouse, Fernpelt prayed to Starclan that Silverheart wouldn’t be mad with her. “Silverheart, I need to ask you something,” Fernpelt began, “have our warriors smelled Thunderpath in our territory recently?” Fernpelt finished hoping the answer would be no. “Yes, in fact, I sent a patrol to check the Thunderpath.” Silverheart replied coolly.

Silverheart was the Deputy of Thunderclan, soon to become leader. Silverheart was a pure white she-cat who had a silver heart marking on her chest. She was once a loner that lived in the barn by Windclan.

“No, you don’t understand, my sister is in our territory!” Fernpelt screeched, grabbing the attention of all the other cats. Even Icestar, Thunderclan’s leader, was drawn from her den. “What in Starclan is going on here! Fernpelt explain to me what this is all about.” Icestar growled, fire flashing through her eyes.

Icestar has a bluish-gray pelt that seemed to always shine. She is also blind. Starclan gave her the power to be able to see, even though she was blind. She was even blind when she was a kit.

“This Sunhigh, Flamepaw came back with a fox bite. I thought it was just a fox until he mentioned that it had Thunderpath scent. When I was a kittypet, my sister had the pelt of a fox. The reason why is because on my father’s side, there was a fox in the family.” Fernpelt explained. Everyone in the clearing gasped. “If you want to know who my father was, then fine. He was the legendary Warrior, Foxpelt.” Fernpelt told them.

“Come on you guys! Half kittypet, half Windclan and Fox? She’s a disgrace to all clan-borne cats!” someone hissed. Of course….. Fernpelt thought. She turned around to see Blackpaw. His eyes glinted with fury. His teeth were bared to reveal razor-like fangs. His eyes and teeth looked like they were floating there.

“It’s obvious that she lied about all the dreams she has had. Starclan can’t send her dreams! We should drive her out!” he snarled, as he stalked around Fernpelt. He was crouching, getting ready to spring. “Blackpaw, stop this at once! Do you want to be sent into exile?” Icestar growled, glaring at Blackpaw.

“Blackpaw, you are not allowed out of camp until I give you permission. While you are here, Blackpaw, you may look after all the elders. Yes, all apprentices don’t have to take care of the elders unless I say so. Mentors, I want you to keep training you apprentices more often.” Icestar informed, her voice now calm. “Everyone, get some sleep, It’s been a long day.”

Fernpelt padded over to her den and drowsiness hit her like a wave. I hope my sister is okay. I miss her so much. Fernpelt thought. Soon she drifted into a deep sleep.

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