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Flowerstar's Omen- Chapter 16It was nighttime when Flowerpetal awoke. Stoneclaw had gone home, and Goldenpaw and Pawprint were asleep. She took notice of the open window.
Glancing back at the two kittypets, she meowed softly, "You two take care of yourselves." She looked through the exit, unsure on whether or not to leave.
The two kittypets could be useful in the Clan, and they had been so nice to her. She looked back, and hopped down from the bookshelf, nudging Pawprint with her muzzle.
"Hey...Pawprint...We're going back to my Clan! Get up!" The tabby tom stretched and got up. Once Goldenpaw was also awake, the three cats set off.
Once they reached the thick forest and muddy floor, Flowerpetal paused. "Okay. If you want a Clan to accept you, get rid of your collars. Pawprint did as told, but Goldenpaw hesitated for a moment.
"What are you waiting for? Claw off the stupid collar!" Pawprint hissed, uneased by being alone in the forest.
Goldenpaw looked at her friend reluctantly, and took off her collar. Flowerpetal
Flowerstar's Omen- Chapter 15Ashflower looked down. "I'm sorry, Snowstar, but you cannot fight or walk anymore. Hawktail will take over your duties as leader." Snowstar had broken her spine and tail in the fall.
The silver tabby's eyes widened. "B-but I'm still alive, and I've only lost four lives! He would only have six lives, and--!" Ashflower shot a glare at her to calm her. "We'll take care of that later. Tinypaw, watch over Snowstar. Hawktail!"
The light brown tabby sighed. "Yes...?" "We're traveling to the Star's Lake. Snowstar cannot perform her duties due to her broken back. And you, well, you're the deputy. We're going to the lake for you to get your lives." Hawktail jumped happily. "YES!" Ashflower and Hawktail exited camp.
Meanwhile, Flowerpetal, Foxpaw, Blackpaw, and Bramblepool were on a hunting patrol. "No, no NO! You can't have your tail swishing! The prey will hear you!" Blackpaw wasn't exactly that bright, and Bramblepool was often scolding the sleek young cat.
"Now, what do you smell?" Bramblepoo
Flowerstar's Omen- Chapter 14TWO MOONS LATER
MarshClan had gone back to their camp. It was broken and destroyed. The mossy dens were not nothing but rocks and rubble. The river was dried up, and the grass was black with ashes.
"Woah..." Blackkit's eyes were round with terror. She never saw much of the camp before it was wrecked. Her siblings were pressed close to her. Maplepelt looked at her kits and sighed.
Bugpaw was close to Riverpaw. The she-cat had lost her eyesight, and Bugpaw was always by her side to guide her. Flowerpetal was impressed on how selfless the apprentice had become.
When they had returned, every single cat had to help reconstruct the camp. Crowflight grabbed some branches, and placed them among the pile of rubble where the nursery used to be. The rocks were still there, but they were fragile.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath what's left of the Skycliff for a Clan meeting." Snowstar called from the pile of hard ash that was the Skycliff.
"The many kits in the nurs
Flowerstar's Omen- Chapter 13"Hey, the patrol's back!" Flowerpetal smiled. "Hawkclaw! Hawkclaw!" She ran to the deceived cat. "Yes, Flowerpetal?" He grinned when she told him about the kits. "Really? Can I see them?" Flowerpetal nodded.
She sighed when she saw how happy he was to see the kits. They didn't seem to know he wasn't their real father.
A boom was heard and lightning flashed. Snowstar shrieked. "What's happening?" She took a step back upon seeing lightning strike a tree. It toppled, and soon a fire erupted in the camp.
Hawkclaw grabbed Harekit and Freezekit be their scruffs, and fled the camp along with a few other warriors. Flowerpetal didn't notice Brightkit was left behind. Snowstar followed the fleeing cats.
Rockface was holding her kits tightly. Cherrywing, the oldest cat in the Clan, was trailing slightly behind. Soon everybody except Leafwind and Brightkit was gone from the burning camp.
Snowstar's eyes widened. "IceClan!" Leading her Clan into IceClan's territory, she didn't look back. A patrol o
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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