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Name: Fernshade
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: A ginger-brown shecat with thin, slick fur and white on
her underbelly, paws and muzzle.
Age: 15 moons.
Other: Her mate is Darkwing, and her best friend is Nightshade
Name: Nightshade
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Black with spots of white and grey and has a birthmark
of a thunderbolt
Age: 15 moons
Other: Mate is Treepelt and her best friend is Fernshade
Fernshade stirred in her nest to wake up by a buff, warm tom with a
slender structure. The ginger-brown she-cat was glad this was real.
She and her mate had only been together for two sun-rises, but
their affection and trust for each other was like they'd been
together for twelve moons.
The young she-cat pressed her nose against the tom's ear, murmuring
in a soothing tone. "Wake up..." she whispered. The tom wriggled,
he was half-asleep but purring wildly. The warriors got up and
padded out of the bushes that formed the warriors' den, to see
Treefur and Nightshade on the cliff, their tails entwined
together.
"Morning Nightshade, Morning Treefur!" Fernshade purred. (Changing
Darkwing's name to Acornfur) Acornfur sat down next to Fernshade,
leaning against her shoulder.
"Morning Fernshade." She whispered, jumping down from the cliff,
Treepelt followed and nodded heads with Acornfur. "Someone is
having kits soon!" Joked Treepelt.
The light brown tom laughed at Treepelt's joke, but Fernshade just
sighed. Acornfur pressed his nose against Fernshade's shoulder, as
she lapped on his ear. She gazed up at the dim blue sky, which was
scratched in white wisps of cloud. The soft, short grass pressed
back in the wind along the the dandelion flowers and weeds.
"Wait, is that joke acctually true?" Questioned Treepelt. "Cuz its
kinda true to us. We might." He said. The morning was fresh, dew
was everywhere and the cats were sitting quietly in the middle of
the clan.
Fernshade looked down from the clouds and nodded at Treepelt and
Nightshade. "Well congratulations if you do," she purred happily in
joy. When Treepelt had asked, Fernshade felt him grow warm but he
shrugged. "Dunno." Acornfur gave a quick glance at the nursery, his
aqua green eyes squinting like it always does when he was in deep
thought.
Right than, Fernshade knew he was thinking about it. He lay down in
the open, the wind breezing his thick, glossy brown fur back.
Fernshade lay on his stomach purring as she watched the cats of
DawnClan pad around before the hunting patrols and border patrols
had been sent off. Today, Fernshade had been assigned to the early
border patrol. Gingerleaf, a good friend of Fernshade's had padded
up as she meowed. "Morning, lovebirds." she taunted in a friendly
way.
Acornfur glared, but his expression softened as Fernshade started
to laugh. "Still single? Morning, Gingerleaf." she chuckled.
"Morning Gingerleaf!" Treepelt said, as he cuddled into Nightshade,
she purred as she did this. She loved it. "Well we will just have
to see!" She purred.
Acornfur pressed his muzzle against Fernshade's, as he murmured.
"What do you think?" He asked softly. Fernshade hesitated, but her
tail entwined with his. "Your choice." Acornfur nodded. "Wait a
little?" Gingerleaf rolled on her back, bored. "Sounds good to me,"
the she-cat nodded. Leaning against Acornfur, the she-cat sighed.
Starclaw, the leader of todays' border patrol called all the patrol
cats to gather. "I'll see you later," she nodded at Acornfur and
went on the patrol.
Fernshade padded out of the entrance, which was hidden by bushes.
Swiftfoot, Jaggedpelt, and Gorgeshadow had padded behind her,
Starclaw in the front. Where territory patrols always so slow
and boring? Fernshade complained to herself.
"Make sure to check for SwirlClan," Starclaw reminded everybody.
Sighing, Fernshade padded around the borders of the pine tree
forest, annoyed by the pine needles scratching her pads. She
quickly renewed the border and slipped back into the camp. Why
did I have to be choose for the border patrol? she thought.
Fernshade groomed her pelt as she stared off in the horizon. She
felt a small bat on her fluffy tail. Turning around, she saw a pale
gray she-kit, with wide blue eyes which were just urging to play.
Laughing brightly, Fernshade gave a sweep of her tail as the kit
chased it off. Skykit pounced on Fernshade's tail as the young
she-cat laughed once more. "Good job, Skykit!" she meowed and the
kit purred, than trotting back to the nursery.
When was Nightshade going to get back?
Nightshade ran back in a terrible state. She was bleeding badly and
Treepelt was gone. She collapsed on the floor in tears. She sobbed
as her tears fit the floor.
"Nightshade!" she cried and ran up to her friend. Her jagged, sharp
claws unsheathed, knowing she'd have to fight. Acornfur pressed up
beside Fernshade as she knelt down. "Nightshade, what happened?"
she mumbled.
"T-treepelt! Hes gone! Dragged off to Swirlclan! There was ten of
them! Six attacked him and he was taken hostage. The other four
took me on but one of the four was the deputy. I was lucky to run
away alive." Nightshades voice was spluttering. She was strong
enough to fight." I need some of you to come and help me get him
back!" She said encouragingly. She was eager to help her mate, at
any cost.
Fernshade flexed her claws, scraping them at the ground. "You can
count on me to fight." she meowed coldly. It was true, Fernshade
was a great fighter but nobody had never actually seen her try her
best. They just didn't know that. Acornfur, Fernshade, Nightshade,
and Gingerleaf went off to the spot were they took Treepelt as
quickly as they could. The SwirlClanners were still there. One
lunged at Fernshade, but her claws gorged into his chest and she
slammed him to the ground.
"Nightshade you get Treepelt! We'll hold them back!" Fernshade
yowled. She had paralized the SwiftClanner, which took care of him.
She than bowled over a she-cat cornering Acornfur. Her claws
slashed at Fernshade's face, but the she-cat held off the pain. Her
jaw clamped around her leg on a specific spot, as she snapped it
out of place. The fury of slashing claws and teeth yelped around
the pine tree forest, yelps and desperate cries of help were among
the SwirlClanners.
"Nightshade over here!" Treepelt whispered. He was standing by
Swirlclans leader. Nightshade dug her claws in his face and her and
Treepelt defeated the other swirlclanners. "We got him quick guys
let's go!" And with that, they all escaped.
Much after all the SwiftClan warriors were defeated, the group
padded back to camp, devoured in blood and a few wounds. Fernshade
was the only one who came back unharmed, but splattered in crimson.
In the fields, Fernshade collapsed next to Acornfur in exhaustion.
"Bleeh!" she complained. Chuckling, Acornfur lapped at her ears
soothingly. "Ah, it can't be that bad!" he meowed. But he was
covered in cobwebs and herbs.
"I'm so sorry I put you all through this." Sighed Treepelt. "Please
don't be- oh, my, whiskers..." Said Nightpelt moving back. "What?!"
Exclaimed Treepelt. "Your stomach, it has a long scratch line on
it!" She said, shocked.