The Fallen Era

The Fallen Era
To my great friend Logan :)

Quick Message: Before you start, I’d like to say that this is my first fanfiction, and I really hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it. Also, it was my friend Lokilog and I that co-wrote this story; we alternated after two chapters, and I wrote the prologue. Please enjoy! I’m looking forward to writing more Fanfics!

 

Leader:
Streamstar- light gray tom with darker stripes along his body

 

Deputy:
Blizzardclaw- gigantic pure white tabby maine coon cat

Medicine cat:
Silvereyes- light gray siberian she-cat with darker stripes and white underbelly. siberian cats have lion manes so she has one too

Queens:
Deerface- brown with darker stripes, unusual tufts of fur above the eyes that are reminiscent the great horned owl (google pictures if you don’t know what it is)

Kits:3

Gracetail- gray-brown pelt with white super fluffy tail

Kits: 3

Sunpelt- Fluffy yellow brown with darker stripes white underbelly

Kits: 2

Snowpelt- pure white tabby little black-gray markings specked around her coat

Kits: 4

Shadowfur- black fur with white nose paws and tail

Kits: 4

 

Elders:
Deadeye- brown gray cat with gigantic scar across his missing eye to his muzzle

Jaggedclaw- old gray cat with big ragged claws

Underjaw- old gray-blue cat with sharp thorny teeth and big underbite

 

Warriors:
Blizzardclaw- gigantic pure white tabby maine coon cat

Foxtail: Red fur with white underbelly and muzzle, incredibly fast she-cat Apprentice: Icepaw

Dragonclaw (Someone had to be named after a dragon): Big gray- brown tabby

with darker gray stripes and long and powerful sharp front claws big teeth

Apprentice: Skykit/paw

Darkstorm: Black tabby with big claws, brother of dragonclaw he is the tigerclaw of our stories (Except he is not truly evil)

Apprentice: none

Goldwrath: pure Yellow brown no stripes with lighter underbelly

Apprentice: Crimsonpaw

Birchstorm: Brown She-Cat with white birch tree bark like pelt

Apprentice: Waterkit/paw

Cocopelt: chocolate brown tabby with darker brown stripes

Apprentice: none

==  Apprentices: == Waterpaw- All gray tabby with translucent darker gray lines.

Skypaw- white-gray face and mane that fades into darker gray body with darker stripes that match the colors according to the body, siberian tom

Icepaw- white-blue swirly pelt with fluffy siberian mane

Crimsonpaw- resembles Foxtail; coat is slightly whiter

 

Prologue
 

“Are you sure about this?” a small WindClan apprentice meowed worriedly to a proud and respected warrior. “You’ll be fine Quickpaw, it’s just a vole.” the senior warrior assured the apprentice.

“But it’s so fat and squirmy and weird!” the new apprentice complained.

“But It’s food, and you’d make your first kill… ” Galeclaw taunted.

“Ugh, fine Galeclaw.” the apprentice sighed.

“Fine?” Galeclaw repeated sternly.

“Yes, Galeclaw. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly snuck soundlessly through the snowy grass and launched toward the vole. But she miscalculated her trajectory and cannoned into the bush nearby, soaring over the vole, which didn’t even bat an eye,then just casually hopped away. Galeclaw immediately battled against the spastic convulsions in his chest, but it overcome him he unleashed a great belly laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me! That just means I’m a good jumper! And… and I don’t have to get that close to my prey before i jump!” she muffled angrily though the bush and snow. The WindClan warrior was still erupting with laughter but finally begun to slow to the point where he could talk.

“Okay, … “Galeclaw replied with giggles still scattered around himself.

“Well,” the warrior started and then padded towards the bush. But before he could finish his ears suddenly swiveled straight up and detected a swift swoosh. What? She couldn’t have made that noise. He looked back up at the bush and the small she cat was gone. He cautiously padded over to the bush and his apprentice appeared to have literally vanished, only sitting form paw prints remained. Starclan, what did you put in my breakfast… the warrior thought to himself, worry for his apprentice flooding inside him, but confusion sprouted too. A black swoosh rushed past noiselessly, only the great warrior’s peripheral vision glimpsing it. Instantly, a monstrous force cannoned into the WindClan warrior’s left side. The blow was unnaturally powerful- it felt like a thunderpath monster had jumped on top of him. Galeclaw turned and faced his opponent. A vicious black tabby stared at him with mindless blood filled eyes, with ragged unsheathed claws and matted fur sticking to him. He radiated a dark and lethal feel, and no definable scent, other than strangely, fear and blood. Galeclaw burst from the ground where he had been planted. The powerful white-gray warrior turned to face his attacker, but the dark shape was instantly barreling toward him at ferocious speeds. The WindClan cat quickly fell onto his belly and raked his now unsheathed claws along the shadowy cat’s belly, with shock and nervousness stricken across his face. The trembling warrior got up, but darkness suddenly eclipsed his vision, and he felt a chilling stream of liquid flow down across the front of his neck. The nightmare creature was already beside him, lowering his blood dripping claw from the WindClan warrior’s neck. Galeclaw rolled over onto his back and fell down, his shocked eyes closing forever. The black entity that attacked him revealed itself next to his face, and it spoke,”(Cool mysterious plot related line)”

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Chapter I
 

Skykit awoke from his sleep, exhaustion filled throughout his form. He eyed out from his mother’s den, and saw a beautiful silverpelt across the night sky. Skykit turned to face his brother.

“Waterkit,” Skykit meowed quietly to his resting brother. A tiny ball of striped gray fur sprouted kit like features, and it’s tired eyes glared annoyingly at his brother.

“What is it?’ Waterkit replied lazily.

“Look at the sky!” Skykit meowed at his brother, all tiredness previously in him shedded from his pelt. Waterkit’s tired eyes glanced up at the sky and instantly opened alongside Skykits. A comet flared in the corner of waterkit’s eye, and skykit noticed it too. Skykit gasped, “An omen from StarClan!” Skykit announced, feeling privileged to see such a sight.

“Wow! Go back to sleep, you might be messaged by StarClan in your dreams!” both kits instantly collapsed, sleepy features encompassing their tiny faces. They were asleep within moments. A few minutes passed, but then Waterkit awoke into his dream, proud to see it first. A cat emerged from the clouds, Silverstream. Her silver pelt shining like the moon. Waterkit looked at himself and noticed he was radiating a gray glow himself.

“I see you saw our omen,” Silverstream said soothingly.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Waterkit said excitingly

“Your brother, there is something about him that hasn’t ever been seen before in a cat. It is a force, a power. It is buried deep inside him, it will take a lot to unlock. But it will have an effect on the clans that cannot be determined yet,” she replied.

“Woah…” Waterkit gawked.

“Do I have powers to!?” Waterkit meowed thoughtfully.

“No, we cannot see powers in you, but we see a bright future, and that’s as good as any powers.”

“Wait, wait, but I want to fly! And, and shoot lasers from…  My…  eyes… ” Waterkit dosed. The dream abruptly ended, and Waterkit fell back asleep.

 

Chapter II
Skykit stared out into the crisp cold weather, which never changed back into green-leaf after the past two gatherings, where thunderclan shockingly never showed up. His mother, Gracetail, returned with a vole in her jaws. She sat down next to her kits looking out at the weather. She took a couple crateful bites out of the vole, but returned to the sky after a bite. Skykit and Waterkit’s sister, Icekit, Abruptly started coughing and looked up at them with tired, sick eyes. Gracetail turned her light-gray fluffy head to look at Icekit.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Gracetail questioned in a worried motherly tone.

“Yeah,” Icekit croaked, then coughed some more.

“Let’s get you to Silvereyes,” Gracetail said reassuringly, but with a tone of authority hidden in her soft voice. Gracetail lumbered over and snatched Icekit swiftly and effectively by the scruff of her fluffy neck. Icekit just looked at the ground, appearing to not care about anything. That was unlike her normal overly happy enthusiastic tone, and that triggered ripples of concern that wafted through Skykit and Waterkit. They both turned away and looked back into the den, tiredly. A few minutes later, Gracetail returned back to the den, her fluffy fur rippling in the cold wind. She carried some bizarre old flower in her jaws.

“Here, eat a few of these, that’s a vaccination for Icekit’s whitecough.” Gracetail required. Waterkit and Skykit reluctantly picked up and gnawed on the petals. Their old rotten taste poisoned them with bitterness.

“Gah! That was awful!” Waterkit complained.

“Eww!” Skykit agreed. They heard a call come from Streamstar, which meant a gathering. Foxtail peeked her sleek head inside the den.

“Streamstar wants you two to come.” she meowed. Skykit and Waterkit looked at each other, excitement building in their expression. They looked at their paws, and counted six moons.

“Are we becoming apprentices?!” Skykit asked Waterkit, beaming. Foxtail gestured them out of the den, and they raced each other out of the den at warrior hunting speeds. They stopped and stood respectfully and eagerly at Streamstar atop a giant oak tree. Today, I am greatly excited to announce two new kits as apprentices.” He shouted.

“Birchstorm,” Streamstar called. A brown and white spotted tabby stepped up.

“Waterkit,” Streamstar mewed, looking at Waterkit. Gracetail rushed up, worried she missed something important.

“Waterkit, you shall now be known as Waterpaw. Birchstorm, you will take him as your disciple.”

“Birchstorm, make a warrior to be proud of.” Streamstar added. monstrous yowls erupted from the audience, approving the new mentor and apprentice. Birchstorm glanced at her new apprentice, pride stricken across her face

“Dragonclaw,” Streamstar announced. The audience silenced instantly Dragonclaw swiftly leapt onto a perfectly visible branch on the tree, showing no effort. Skykit’s heart thundered in his chest like an earthquake.

“Skykit,” Streamstar stared at Skykit, who was already glaring at Streamstar with proud eyes.

“Skykit, we will now know you as the apprentice Skypaw, and Dragonclaw, you will guide him until he becomes a warrior.” A massive applause of yowls erupted, but just under the approval status of Waterpaw. Waterpaw noticed it, of course, and nudged him.

“My applause was bigger than yours,” Waterpaw boasted in a somewhat friendly tone. Skypaw’s applause then grew louder until it overshadowed Waterpaw’s by a mile. Waterpaw hesitated to act, but then he said a reluctant accepting,”oh,” Skypaw turned back to Waterpaw, who glanced up. They both started to laugh. During that time, they sun had lowered enough to spill gorgeous gradients across the clouds, and the two apprentices gazed off at the sunset.

 

Chapter III
 

Waterpaw quickly opened his eyes to Birchstorm’s obnoxious morning voice.

“Come on, you Two! It’s time for training!” At first, Waterpaw was very groggy. Then he remembered that it was his first day as an apprentice, but even then he was fatigued.

“Bleh. Aren’t you tired?” He asked Skypaw.

“Seriously? We’re apprentices now! How could I be tired?!?”

“Whatever.” As Skypaw padded out of the Apprentice's Den, Waterpaw called out,

“Tell Birchstorm that I’ll be out in a moment.”

“Okay.”

Waterpaw looked through the twisted grasses that made up the den and glanced something in the sky. At first he thought it was the sun, but it wasn’t light enough outside yet for that to make sense. Waterpaw’s face contorted into confusion as he gawked at the bizarre light. It emitted a strange, yellow glow that seemed to be pulsing, yet it was steadily getting brighter and brighter, until...

Suddenly, it disappeared. Waterpaw frowned, but a moment later Birchstorm’s voice called him again, snapping him back into his place in reality.

“Waterpaw! Come On!”

“Okay, okay! I’m coming!” As Waterpaw emerged from the Den, he found Birchstorm looming over him.

“Sorry,” He mumbled.

“Oh, it’s fine,” Birchstorm replied coolly, her tone softening. “Just be more punctual in the future.”

“Yes, Birchstorm.” he meowed.

“Now then. We are going to take a tour of WindClan’s Border with Dragonclaw and your brother after you two eat something. We’ll be waiting at the Camp Entrance.” With that she turned away and padded toward the Camp Entrance, leaving Waterpaw alone.

Turning, he saw Skypaw over at the Fresh-kill Pile, which consisted of rabbits, some birds, and a few mice, but strangely, no fish.