Biggest Project of my Life - Children of the Stars

**SilverWinter** · #1 July 3rd, 2017, 02:20 AM

So I've been working on my fanfiction magnum oppus since I first started reading warriors when I was in, like, third grade (so about 9-10 years ago).

Every time I get back into warriors, which is a lot, I add a little more to the lore. I've finally sat down, cleaned it up, changed its plot so that its actually understandable, readable, and won't make you roll your eyes, and gave each and every cat a definite look and personality.

If you are interested in reading my full fanfiction, you'll just have to wait. I haven't written it yet. However, after introducing you to the cats I've made so far, which is Thunderclan, I'll post the prologue. I'm going to try and write one chapter a day over on Fanfiction.net (it's not there yet because they won't let me post for 12 hours) under the name SilverWinterr (two "r"s).

Anyway, time to show off all the completely unnecessary hardwork I've put into giving my Thunderclan a little color. Also, I did this without my drawing tablet - I lost the pen, so it's all messy, unpressured mousework. Once I get my tablet going again, I'm going to fix it up.

First up for the positions is the leader Crowstar, a scrawny black tom on his last life and getting a little tired.
Second is Russetfrost, the loyal, strong deputy who believes in peace and understanding.
Finally, Honeyfall is the pretty medicine cat with stars gleaming bright in her eyes.
Heatherclaw is the oldest warrior, yet his joyful, playful spirit hasn't quite died yet.
Blazetail is the clan's best hunter, able to climb trees and jump almost as good as Skyclan. Some cats are suspicious...
Embershade (oh my god that art is terrible) is a strong, loyal, senior warrior that's never desired power. In fact, he's never had an apprentice.
Smokespeckle is a bad tempered she-cat who isn't afraid to voice her sometimes unwanted opinion.
Maplefur, the mother of the protagonists is a grumpy, sharp-tongued she-cat with the bravery of a lion.
Oakwing, the father of the protagonists, is a calm, level-headed warrior.
He's based off of Brackenfur.
Snowheart is quick to anger and defends her sister, Smokespeckle, and her kin more then her own life.
Blackwing is a quiet young warrior that usually doesn't argue or struggle against commands. She wants the best for her clan.
Stoneleap is an eager, energetic young tom that we will see becoming a warrior in the first chapter of the book, alongside his brother.
Ashpool is a more calm, open-minded young tom that we will see becoming a warrior with Stoneleap.
Hollyshine is a battle-hungry, overenthusiastic tom that starts off the story as an apprentice.
Birchpelt likes to attempt to hold her brother back, yet is unsuccessful.
Also starts as an apprentice.
Starlingpaw is a lonely, sometimes sassy and sharp-tongued apprentice that is actually a deep-minded thinker.
Hawkpaw is the sister of the main character and the clans' biggest trouble maker. Color scheme based off of Tigerstar's kin, starts as a kit.
Wolfpaw is my original Warriors OC (that's gone through many names/forms)
and the main character. She curious, yet timid, and always afraid of doing something wrong. Starts as a kit. I WORKED SO HARD ON THAT LINEART
Flintpaw is a timid and nervous apprentice, kind of like early Ravenpaw,
that has a secret crush on Wolfpaw.
Lilypaw is an innocent, sweet young apprentice that also has a secret crush on Wolfpaw.
Cherryflower is our first queen and based on Ferncloud - never leaving the nursery and having unending love. Her two kits are Lightningkit and Leafkit (i don't know what happened with poor Leafkit)
Goldenfeather is kind of my underdeveloped character. Not sure what to do with her. Her kits are Birdkit, Firekit (my ode to Firestar), and Mudkit.
In the left corner is Whiteeye, a pregnant queen and also blind. She's terrified her kits are going to turn out blind as well.
Tinywhisker is the top elder and he's a lot like Mousefur in the later books -
crabby, yet good-humored.
Featherfur is a newly retired queen and likes to visit the nursery sometimes to let the kits cuddle in her super-soft fur.

**SilverWinter** · #2 July 3rd, 2017, 02:35 AM

Darkness cloaked the forest so thickly that the stars and moon were barely visible in the skies above. Owls hooted dully from their nests and the nocturnal creatures slunk across the forest floor, even their eyes, which were made to see in the dark, were having trouble breaking the veiled mist.

A flash of white and gray appeared through the trees for just a second before hurtling on. Behind it, two smaller figures scrambled to keep up with it, their fear-scent flooding through the undergrowth. A bird flew up and let out an alarm call as they brushed noisily through the undergrowth.

“Wait,” came a small cry, “you’re going to fast.”

The white and gray figure came to a halt and turned its snarling face towards them. They froze in their place, crouching under the piercing, flaming gaze. “Well if you weren’t so useless, you’d be able to keep up with me!”

It turned its back. “Not that I could care anyways. If you were worth my time, you would be able to keep pace.”

Without another word, it shot off again.

There came a squeal as the two kits started to run again. They were panting, their breath harsh and rasping. One was beginning to slow down. The other one turned back.

“Come on, you need to keep up!”

“I can’t,” the kit wailed as its pawsteps became weaker and more uneven, “my paws are going numb.”

The other kit didn’t slow down, just cast a terrified, sad look. They couldn’t stop or they would be left behind. The kit was torn; should it keep going or turn back?

It didn’t have any time to think about it. The kit behind gave a cry and tripped over the root of a tree, but the kit ahead didn’t stop. It knew that, if it went back to help, they would both die. They couldn’t survive out in the wild on their own. They needed their mother, whether they liked it or not, and that mother was still running far ahead.

With one last, sorrowful glance back at its sibling, the kit turned away and disappeared into the trees.

The forest fell silent, not even the owls daring to break it anymore. The leaves that rustled as the kit stood up seemed not to make a sound.

The kit looked around. “Hello?”

The voice echoed through the empty trees, though it felt like it didn't make a sound. Fear began to build up in its chest. It couldn’t be left like this, alone to die in the forest, not even weaned off its mother’s milk!

With a terrified mewling, the kit dragged itself to its feet and began to stumble through the forest again, calling for its mother and sibling every so often, though it knew that it was too late. The night dragged on and on, the darkness of the forest hiding any sights that could offer assistance to the miserable kit.

Finally, it let out a sigh and flopped to the ground, too exhausted to move. The chase after its mother and the wander through the forest had taken its toll. Without the strength to even twitch a whisker, the kit passed into unconsciousness.

As the night wore on, the first rays of sunlight finally broke through the barrier of darkness surrounding the forest and the pad of pawsteps finally broke the silence, coming closer and closer to the small bundle lying, helpless, on the ground.

“Hey do you want to check those trees for some birds or squirrels?”

“Good idea. Now, I think this will be a good time to test my apprentice. So, what can you smell?”

“Hmmm, I can scent fox, but it’s stale. There’s some traces of prey...I can scent a couple of mince and-”

There was a pause. “Wait a second, what’s that? Do you smell that?”

There was a pause.

“A rogue! It’s close by!”

After a few seconds, three cats burst through the undergrowth. All three of them had their fur fluffed and claws out, ready to pounce on and attack any intruder. However, when they saw the kit sprawled on the ground, they let their pelts lie flat. Their confusion was evident as they gazed at the kit with pity, twitching their whiskers as they scented for any other cats nearby.

One of them padded up and prodded it with a forepaw. When the kit did not wake up, she turned to the second. “She needs treatment. Run back to camp and let them know what’s going on.”

He nodded and shot off. The third cat stepped up next to the first cat. She sniffed the motionless bundle of fur.

“What is a kit doing all the way out here alone?”

The first cat shook her head. “Starclan knows.”

They waited, silently, watching over the little kit, until the rustle of branches caused them to look up. The third cat had returned with two cats, one carrying bundles of herbs.

“Where’s this kit,” She mumbled through the leaves.

“Here,” the two cats stepped away to give the medicine cat room. The other new arrival, a huge tom, stood a ways away and watched with piercing eyes as the medicine cat went to work. “Do what you can.”

She grunted. As she set down the herbs and gave the kit’s pelt a little sniff she stiffened and sucked in a great breath.

“What is it?” The other cat said, sharply, “What’s wrong?”

Her jaw gaped as she tried to speak, but nothing came out. She was trembling all over, but, otherwise, she seemed to be completely frozen in shock. Her eyes adopted a glossy, unseeing look to them as she stared beyond the motionless kit. The other cats jumped forward but the large tom cried, "No! Let's wait and see!." After a few moments, she let out a sigh and keeled over.

The cats gasped and one lunged forward to catch her fall. The new arrival lashed his tail. “What’s going on? What is this kit?”

She took a deep breath and looked the tom in the eyes. “It was a message from Starclan.”

She looked at the tiny kit, helpless and alone. She opened her mouth and, in a rasping voice, repeated the prophecy.

The long winter is coming - only the four children of the stars can bring its end.

**SilverWinter** · #3 July 3rd, 2017, 02:47 AM

Also, feel free to post. The rest of the story will be on fanfiction.net when I write it since it's going to be really long and I'd like a more organized writing space.