Warriors Fanfiction:End Of The Clans, (New Story By Elijah=Waterfang2016!)

'Hi everyone on Warriorcat's Wikia!! We're almost done with school!!! May 16 people!! 21 more days about!! Anyway, sorry i haven't uploaded any Waterfang adventures, but i am making a new one, right here. Only problem is that i need some help from all of you guys!! ADVICE!! This is my first uncompleted page posted here!!! So, with your help and support, i can add things from your comments so i can make this the best story. Let me give you the layout though so you stay on topic....'

''' Widowpaw is a black she-cat with a red tail. She lives in RiverClan. Leader is Ripplestar. Some other characters include Nightpaw, Blizzardpaw, and Hornetstrike. Mother and Father are Currentfoot and Fernpelt. Recently, she almost drowned from a frozen lake, but Flametail saves her, and tells her a prophecy. She must tell the Clans within a moon about the danger coming. The danger is actually a huge killer tsunami/flood from the sun-drown place that will literally wipe out the clans. All the warriors, elders, and most of the leaders are killed. Only the apprentices and kits survive, and one Clan leader. Now, they must survive the best they could around this disaster as it spreads into the Twoleg world, and turns everything into a watery grave. But can they all survive? '''

(P.S, Widowpaw is the last cat to live along with Nightpaw and (A KIT NAME!!))

'Alright, got it? Now give me some advice. This is the first paragraph. PLEASE HELP, I REALLY NEED IT!!!!!!'

CHAPTER 4

“Hey Widowpaw, come check out the lake!” Nightpaw called out from behind one of the large oaks. Widowpaw padded over, her black fur like a shadow within each tree shadow. Hopefully, he doesn’t do what he did last time, she thought.

“What a sight!” Blizzardpaw gasped.

“What is it Nightpaw? You always show me things, then trick me!” She reminded him. He twitched his ears.

“Well, i trick you good! But you should look at this, isn’t it amazing in leaf-bare?” Widowpaw nodded. It truly was beautiful. The lake looked like a large blanket of ice and snow, and shone like the sun, blazing high above the trees. Widowpaw’s red neck bristled in the wind. It felt cool, making her shudder.

“What a draft!” “Oh you felt that! Hah!” Nightpaw laughed, “So you aren’t immune to the cold!” Widowpaw’s tail shot straight up. Blizzardpaw eyed them both.

“Not true!” she laughed, “You can’t stand put in leaf-bare for more than an hour!”

“Oh, but i can last longer!” Blizzardpaw challenged, her white tail fluffing up.

“Neither of you are! You’ll get frostbite!” A chirpy voice sounded behind them. Widowpaw spun around, and her tail drooped along with her tail. Uhh, not Hornetstrike!

“Hey, maybe we could take this on ice!” Nightpaw exclaimed. Widowpaw backed up surprised,

“What do you mean?”

“I mean on ice fur-brain!” he rolled his eyes, “We could play in it!” “I guess,” she shuffled her paws in the earth.

“I don’t know,” Blizzardpaw muttered, turning to Hornetstrike, “Is it even safe?”

“I wouldn’t agree on doing that, but-” Hornetstrike hesitated, before placing his paws upon the sheet of ice. Thankfully, it didn’t break, nor budge.

“Okay, take it back, it's safe! I trust you two after what work you’ve done so….just remember not to run out into the open far off, it might be too thin,” he instructed. Widowpaw nodded. Without thinking, Nightpaw sprinted out into the icy lake, slipping and falling face first a few fox lengths away. Widowpaw balled out laughing. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all! She walked upon the ice, feeling the smooth surface freeze her pads. Or is it?

“Woah.” her paws slid on the ice, moving away from her. Slowly, she made her way to Nightpaw, spinning in circles around the clearing, “C’mon Blizzardpaw!”

“Not interested!” She called back.

“Look at me!” Hornetstrike then popped up, skimming to the right with laughter.

“It's good to get a little air and free time out here!” he meowed. Widowpaw nodded smiling, then looked down into the ice, spotting little orange squiggly moving figures slithering like snakes down below. Fish! And lots of them! She dabbed at the creatures underneath the frozen world, in the shadows of the lake. With a flash, they took off in all directions. She followed the closest one, swimming from side to side. Its eye seemed to lock onto her from behind, scared of what she might do.

“Gotcha!” She leaped and pounced on the ice above, making it speed away. Hmm, she wondered, the trees on the other side seem closer than before. Suddenly, she heard a crack noise deep in the ice. Once it sounded, it seemed as though everything else around her vanished and went silent. Fear dug into her claws. Was it the ice?

No, she thought again, it can’t be. She walked alongside, following the other fish around her spot. I can’t believe we’re on a lake in the middle of spring, she sighed to herself. Suddenly, a crack from the floor made her jump, and her previous thought began to haunt her.

“Wait a second, we’re on a frozen lake in the middle of spring!!” Widowpaw took a step back from where she was previously standing, and heard the noise again. Her tail lifted up. The sheet of coldness was splitting, a white line streaking towards her. Something was definitely wrong. She looked up and spun around, and with each turn, the distance from the forest and land were the same. She gasped in horror.

“I’m in the middle!” She whispered. She took a step back, but the crack followed her closer. She began to jog backwards, but even it began catching up to her, splitting the ice and exposing the water. Run! She turned around, and sprinted, struggling with each breath of terror. She heard the cracks behind her, which pushed her harder.

“Nightpaw! Hornetstrike!” She cried out. The 2 dark figures ahead of her turned in her alert.

“Widowpaw?” “Help me!” Widowpaw shrieked. The crack following her was now next to her. Widowpaw’s heart pounded faster. She wasn’t going to make it!

“Get off the ice! Hurry!” she yowled. The 2 cats thundered off onto land.

“Widowpaw, get out of there!” Hornetstrike insisted. The crack suddenly split into 2, the 4, then a whole bunch of lines. With a cry, Widowpaw hurled herself over the breaking ice, skidding on her side as she landed, knocking the wind out of her. The ice shattered, now floating like ducks on the cold water.

“I’m okay!” she called out, standing up. Bad move. The ground beneath her began to crack all around, all the way to the lake edge. It felt shaky and wobbly on her pads. Widowpaw’s eyes went wide.

“Widowpaw, jump!” Nightpaw screamed. Before she could even pounce, the terrible sound of shattering ice, like glass, echoed the lake. The block of ice in front of her broke away first, where her forepaws were. Then the block behind her on her hind legs fell in at the same time. With a yowl, Widowpaw plummeted into the icy grey water, the shock of the coldness of the water stunning her. She cried out underwater as her body twisted upwards to the light above where she fell. ''Why can’t I swim! What’s happening to me!'' She thought horrified. Thrashing and shaking violently in the freezing temperature, she attempted to pull herself up to the air, but not even that worked. Her body floated silently along with the fish near her. No! She thought, get back, must get back. Widowpaw struggled to kick her hind legs up, which could help her back up to the surface. Screams and yowls echoed into silence in the lake from above. It's quiet, she thought, it's peaceful and silent, like what i’ve always needed. Widowpaw felt the current beginning to pull her down into the darkness, and she let it go, ending the strain of fighting it because atlas, it was too strong to fight anyway. She had to submit. She felt the water close in her chest, filling up her lungs, choking her. I guess this is the end. She looked up painfully, gaping her mouth to try and get any type of air to breathe through. Widowpaw’s body floated farther down the lake, the pressure of it digging into her like claws. She jerked, water filling in her lungs even farther. I’m sorry StarClan, she thought in silence as the darkness began to cover her eyes, I failed you, please forgive me… At last, her eyelids gave up on her, and her world vanished in a black wave, a black shadow of death.

 

She waited for the sound of StarClan, maybe even a peep of a cat in the black void, anyone, anything anywhere. She began feeling her paws, the tingling sensation that ran up her forepaw, through her muzzle and scruff, and to her head. Noises soon overtook her, and she felt wind breeze through her fur. Opening her eyes, she peered down upon the ground, moving to the right. It was dark, the night sky covering the shadows that once moved in the sunlight. Someone was carrying her. Widowpaw felt limp underneath the tom holding her as she felt his teeth latch onto her fur. He smelled like a ShadowClan cat mixed with the stench of the lake. Within seconds, her scents around her vanished. Where am i going?, she wondered, Where are we going? Where’s the camp? I can’t smell anything... Widowpaw still didn’t feel like herself, she couldn’t talk or breathe, and her heartbeat sounded dead too. Was i dead? She saw her tail, hanging lifelessly and limp like her paws. Her black fur was soaking wet, dripping mud and water onto the soil. I look dead alright. The cat holding her then turned into a cave entrance and the world went dark again, but her eyes were open. They descended into a large clearing in the cave, a bright moonlight streaming down on the floor. The cat paced himself into the clearing where a bunch of large boulders laid out on the floor, then dropped Widowpaw there. She saw him finally, a gleaming flame-colored pelt enlightening the cave. He walked away again, then returned with some other things in his mouth, which looked like leaves and roots that she couldn’t describe. The flame-colored cat then walked over to her, placing the materials by Widowpaw’s tail, and grabbed a dark green leaf, chewing it up in his mouth to squirt out yellowish liquid from its veins. With the water in his paws, he padded up to her head, then dripped the liquid in her mouth. It tasted like honey, mixed with a rotten mouse aftertaste. She felt it make her stomach bubble, and a tingling sensation ran through her hindlegs and to the tip of her tail. With a cry, water splurted out from her mouth, making her gag and spring her head up. The flaming cat then padded over to his leave gatherings, pulling out a curling leaf. Widowpaw took in a deep breath, screeching as the oxygen rushed into her lungs. It burned badly, as if the oxygen itself was ripping her apart. She coughed up some more water and earth in her mouth, digging her claws in the ground.

“Here,” the tom meowed to her. She looked up, gulping as his shadow covered her own. He pushed forwards that leaf she spotted, but now filled with clear water and little prickly leaves. She sniffed it cautiously.

“What is it?”

“Peppermint and water,” he responded, “It’ll help you calm down at least instead of poppy seeds. Drink.” She lowered her head down to take a lick of the water, tasting the spicy and sweet flavor in her tongue.

“Thanks,” Widowpaw coughed, after taking a few more extra licks. Her whiskers trembled, the cold water she almost drowned in making her shiver every sip she took of the sweet and spicy drink that ran down her throat. A thought twitched in her tail

“Where am i?” she rasped. The cat turned around in the dark corner.

“You’re safe, underneath the ancient tunnels. Jayfeather used to tell me all about the tunnels that ran throughout all the clans all the time,” he muttered.

“Jayfeather?”

“Yes, “ he sighed, then looked back to the wall, “But he’s gone now, he disappeared right into thin air after a dream.” The thought of him wanted Widowpaw to shiver after the old medicine cat suddenly began warning the cats across the Clans, but after failing walked away expressionless into the fog. Although Willowshine was her clan’s medicine cat, she had some sympathy for the old cat of ThunderClan. But how did he know that?

“Who are you?” The flame-colored pelt tom froze in mid step.

“Flametail,” he meowed

“Flametail,” she echoed quietly, “I’ve heard about you before, the cat that was believed to be killed by Jayfeather.” Flametail nodded,

“And i died the same way you almost did.”

“Wait, so am I’m dead?!”

“No,” he chuckled, “Barely alive. You are lucky i saved you, because no one else would’ve done it.” Widowpaw dipped her head, then flattened her ears in guilt.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Bringing you into this mess, i guess i should’ve died. I didn’t listen and i deserve it,” she turned her head, looking sadly at the ground.

“Mistakes happened,” he responded trying to cheer her up, “Everyone is going to run into their own mistakes. My mistake lead to my destiny, and my own death too, but you have to fulfill your destiny first before it comes.”

“My destiny?” Widowpaw seemed confused

“Yes, like what you were brought here in StarClan’s world for, not just to be there, but for something important that can change the generations that follow you.” Widowpaw shrugged,

“I guess.” She shrugged. She heard the noise of pads and looked up from the ground, but Flametail wasn’t there. She opened her mouth to take in his scent, only taking in the scent of rocks and soil.

“Flametail?” she stood up and spun her head around in circles. Was it a dream?

“You ok?” Flametail was pacing back now, 2 mice dangling from his mouth. Startled, Widowpaw jolted around to face him in relief.

“Uh huh, unless you’re talking about something else…”

“Feeling good i mean?”

“A little-” Widowpaw said solemnly, coughing and nodding her head at the same time.

“You need to eat to regain your strength too.” he dropped the plump mice on the ground. Her mouth watered in hunger as she sat down, folding the mouse between her claws.

“Thanks.” Flametail nodded as he began eating. Widowpaw sank her own fangs into the warm body, feeling the sweet meat on her tongue. It was funny to her about when you get super hungry, the food you get used to become like a first time delicious delicacy. She finished the mouse first, leaving the entire skeleton on the ground. Then the icy thought of her family dawned on her. What if RiverClan was worried about her?

“I’ve got to go,” she insisted standing on her paws, “My parents are probably worried!” Flametail looked up to her, eyes glowing in the moonlight.

“Ok, then you may go,” He meowed, “After you here what StarClan’s message is to you.” Widowpaw halted in the darkness in front of the entrance, turning to face the old medicine cat.

“What message?”

“A very important one, but to StarClan, it may be the last one.” Widowpaw slowly moved forwards as Flametail spoke.

“I have a new prophecy, one that may decide the fate of all the cats and Clans of the forest,” He began.

“Fate? You mean our own destinies?”

“Precisely,” he purred, “You must warn the Clans of this danger. We can’t stop it, nor can we prevent it. It depends on how many cats you and your Clanmates save, because you all must work together as one Clan to save our species.” Widowpaw’s eyes darkened in fear.

“Are you saying we’re possibly all going to….die?” Flametail looked up to Widowpaw without a sound. She backed up shaking her head. This wasn’t supposed to happen!

“No!”

“Widowpaw-” He stood up in front of her, but she lowered herself more and backed up faster.

“Why? Why now?!”

“Widowpaw, you must listen to me! It's not my fault for this to happen!”

“So, what’s the prophecy then?” She snapped. Flametail lowered his head, then opened his jaws.

“After the darkest days and the wettest nights, a twisted puddle from the sun-drown place will drown the forest. It doesn’t make sense, but it does show a danger that can wipe out your world for good.”

“It doesn’t mean anything good!” she remarked.

“Of course it doesn’t!” Flametail responded lashing his tail. Widowpaw scraped her claws into the earth.

“But what do I do? Why did you tell me?”

“Because i believe that you can help warn them. Maybe even be the lifesaver of our world.” Widowpaw shuffled her paws in the dust.

“But how do i do it? No one will believe me!”

“They will,” Flametail mewed, his body beginning to fade, “Trust me.”

“Flametail wait!” But he was already gone. Widowpaw stood there in the shadows, heart pounding faster each second.

“What do i do? What do i do?” She paced back and forth in the moonlight, her shadow streaking into the darkness. She looked up to the moon, the white pale sun in the sky that looked over the clans. She had to tell someone, someone who will actually believe her, and one name popped up in seconds, “I have to tell Ripplestar!”