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 Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 7:24 pm
These are stories that Icestorm likes to tell kits in the nursery and to other queens at gatherings to tell their kits. Hope you enjoy!
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 7:28 pm
How Foxes Came to Be
Characters-
Old LightningClan
Leader-Goldstar-Gold furred tom
Deputy- Whitetail - Orange tom with white tail
Medicine Cat-Ambereyes- Calico she-cat with bright amber eyes
Cats Outside Clans-
Shadow- Sleek black tom
Whitetail came through the entrance to the camp much like the other warriors, jumbled fur with numerous blood clots. They had just come back from a territory war with FogClan over by the border, and had lost badly. Ambereyes, the LightningClan medicine cat, came out of her den hurriedly and looked over the defeated cats.
“Have you all not learned that FogClan has learned to fight as well as us?” She asked impatiently, the look on her face telling that she didn’t like the fighting, and disliked even more that her clan was losing.
“We just need more warriors.” Whitetail insisted, his neck fur still bristling from the fight. “Or at least better fighters. If we had more warriors like me, we would win all of our battles.” Almost instantly, a black tom walked through the entrance to the camp. He padded to Whitetail, snickering at something.
“I can help you. I will deliver you tough warriors in your image.” The idea of more powerful warriors pleased the LightningClan deputy, but before he could answer, Goldstar appeared on Hanging Shadows, peering down at the black cat with a superior look.
“My clan will accept no help from a rouge, especially if he promises such preposterous things. What is your name rouge?”
“I am known as Shadow.” The black cat answered, not being phased by Goldstar’s glare. “I shall leave.” He said. Before he went, he whispered in Whitetail’s ear. “Meet me by the FogClan border.” With that he walked away.
Whitetail sat along the FogClan border, chewing on a vole he had caught. He had been waiting for Shadow since Sunhigh, but now it was nearly night. Suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes, and the sleek black cat padded toward Whitetail.
“I see you have accepted my offer.” He said, eyes gleaming.
“I have.” Whitetail answered, his claws unsheathing with impatience. “Just hurry up. Where are your warriors?”
“Ah, but they have not been made yet.” Shadow answered. “I said they would be in your image, and so they will be.” He showed Whitetail over to a puddle, which Whitetail looked into. His soft cat image turned into something completely different. Its snout was three times as long as any cats’, and it long white teeth had foam dripping off the sides. Within moments, twenty of these beasts appeared by Shadow, their eyes narrowed. “They have your temper, determination, and ferocity, and they will easily destroy all the clans! And I shall call them… foxes!” Shadow exclaimed.
“No! N-“ Were Whitetail’s last words as he was killed by the new menaces. Soon, these foxes mated and migrated until there were enough of them to fill whole clans. And this is how foxes came to be.
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