Post by En - on Nov 28, 2016 1:50:58 GMT
As most people in the pack knovv I used to lead a clan, got a hate page about me, ect. It vvas called GroundClan and I lead it vvhen I vvas 8 years old. I also vvrote this origin story as an 8 year old, vvhich my clan (x.x) changed to a completely different plot.
Please don't judge me too hard, I vvrote this 3 years ago. ty.
"Mudpaw always wanted to be noticed. So one day something happened. a band of rogues raided the camp, killing a queen and two elders, and sadly the only kit. His clan was in rickashades. Mudpaw one day slipped out of camp. His nearly black pelt blended with the shadows. "Hello!" He called as he came across a stone cave. Eyes glowered at him through the entrence. He startled a scream as the rogue who killed the kit emurged. "We need a spy. I am Hawkford, leader of my band of rogues." The broad tom snapped, eyes gleaming as 7 cats swarmed his flankside. "W-what if I don't?" Mudpaw's eyes widened. "If you don't we'll attack and this time kill every cat!" The snicker spread into the rogues. "O-ok." Mudpaw gave a nod and pelted away. His paws thrummed the hot earth as he broke into camp. Streaks of dawn spread over the camp as Mudpaw came in. He nearly crashed into the dawn patrol. "S-sorry Greypelt." He murmered, striding to his den (Two moons later. Im too lazy so yeah) "From tjis day on you will be known as Mudslip for your courage to slip into battle un-knoticed then slip out your claws as quick as a hawk." Pebblestar's mew rang around the clearing. "Mudslip! Mudslip! Mudslip! Mudslip!" The name spread through the clearing. Mudslip straitened up, emerald green eyes gleaming. "Woo!" His stepsister's cheer came in a squeak from the nursery. Softkit came crashing out. "ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The warrior's eyes darted around camp as the skrill screech filled the clearing. "TO THE NURSERY HAWKFORD!" "ATTACK THOSE CATS MOONER!" The rogues came crashing through the cats, swarming the clan cats. Mudslip noticed that there were... 1...2....3...4...5..6...7..8...9 new cats! 17 rogues! The cat called 'Mooner' came crashing at Mudslip, spitting with rage. "Hawkford told you what would happen!" She snickered, piercing her claws into Mudslip's back. Pain and rage kept him faighting. Mudslip flipped onto his back and twisted around, crushing Mooner's leg. Mooner let out a yowl of pain, flushing her leg from under Mudslip's back. "NOOO!" The yowl splt the clearing as two cats, clan cats, fell dead onto the blood stained grass. A large black tom bounded over to Mudslip and Mooner. "Get...off...of...her!' He hissed, flipping Mudslip around. Blood welled from the gash that Mooner inflicted on his forehead. The black tom raked his claws down Mudslip's back. "NETTLECLAN RETREAT!" Bloody cats sprinted out of camp, many brought back by pulling claws. Dead cat's bodies scattered the ground. Only one rogue's body layed still on the ground, a small cat's, maybe only the age of an apprentince. Mudslip crashed through the brambles. They cut into his short fur, making blood well out. The rogues cahsed after the cats that fled through the entrence tunnel. Then suddently he felt Softkit leap onto his back. "Lets go Mudslip." Her mew was terrified. He fled into the forest, past the moorland, even through twolegplace until he came to a wide pine forest, circled by a wide river. A group of loners were sheltering in a clearing much like Nettleclan's camp. "Uh, may we come?" Mudslip mewed. "We have no leader. Hopelfully you could be one?" Mudslip relized they were all small cats, pelts blending with the ground. "I will be Mudstar, this group will be GroundClan from our pelts relating deeply with the ground."
I though of this plot on the spot. Hope chu likey ;3"
and thats it. edited to add " marks so that you can tell 'Hope chu likey ;3' vvas vvritten by baby me
Please don't judge me too hard, I vvrote this 3 years ago. ty.
"Mudpaw always wanted to be noticed. So one day something happened. a band of rogues raided the camp, killing a queen and two elders, and sadly the only kit. His clan was in rickashades. Mudpaw one day slipped out of camp. His nearly black pelt blended with the shadows. "Hello!" He called as he came across a stone cave. Eyes glowered at him through the entrence. He startled a scream as the rogue who killed the kit emurged. "We need a spy. I am Hawkford, leader of my band of rogues." The broad tom snapped, eyes gleaming as 7 cats swarmed his flankside. "W-what if I don't?" Mudpaw's eyes widened. "If you don't we'll attack and this time kill every cat!" The snicker spread into the rogues. "O-ok." Mudpaw gave a nod and pelted away. His paws thrummed the hot earth as he broke into camp. Streaks of dawn spread over the camp as Mudpaw came in. He nearly crashed into the dawn patrol. "S-sorry Greypelt." He murmered, striding to his den (Two moons later. Im too lazy so yeah) "From tjis day on you will be known as Mudslip for your courage to slip into battle un-knoticed then slip out your claws as quick as a hawk." Pebblestar's mew rang around the clearing. "Mudslip! Mudslip! Mudslip! Mudslip!" The name spread through the clearing. Mudslip straitened up, emerald green eyes gleaming. "Woo!" His stepsister's cheer came in a squeak from the nursery. Softkit came crashing out. "ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The warrior's eyes darted around camp as the skrill screech filled the clearing. "TO THE NURSERY HAWKFORD!" "ATTACK THOSE CATS MOONER!" The rogues came crashing through the cats, swarming the clan cats. Mudslip noticed that there were... 1...2....3...4...5..6...7..8...9 new cats! 17 rogues! The cat called 'Mooner' came crashing at Mudslip, spitting with rage. "Hawkford told you what would happen!" She snickered, piercing her claws into Mudslip's back. Pain and rage kept him faighting. Mudslip flipped onto his back and twisted around, crushing Mooner's leg. Mooner let out a yowl of pain, flushing her leg from under Mudslip's back. "NOOO!" The yowl splt the clearing as two cats, clan cats, fell dead onto the blood stained grass. A large black tom bounded over to Mudslip and Mooner. "Get...off...of...her!' He hissed, flipping Mudslip around. Blood welled from the gash that Mooner inflicted on his forehead. The black tom raked his claws down Mudslip's back. "NETTLECLAN RETREAT!" Bloody cats sprinted out of camp, many brought back by pulling claws. Dead cat's bodies scattered the ground. Only one rogue's body layed still on the ground, a small cat's, maybe only the age of an apprentince. Mudslip crashed through the brambles. They cut into his short fur, making blood well out. The rogues cahsed after the cats that fled through the entrence tunnel. Then suddently he felt Softkit leap onto his back. "Lets go Mudslip." Her mew was terrified. He fled into the forest, past the moorland, even through twolegplace until he came to a wide pine forest, circled by a wide river. A group of loners were sheltering in a clearing much like Nettleclan's camp. "Uh, may we come?" Mudslip mewed. "We have no leader. Hopelfully you could be one?" Mudslip relized they were all small cats, pelts blending with the ground. "I will be Mudstar, this group will be GroundClan from our pelts relating deeply with the ground."
I though of this plot on the spot. Hope chu likey ;3"
and thats it. edited to add " marks so that you can tell 'Hope chu likey ;3' vvas vvritten by baby me
