Tides

Tides- Return of the Warriors Trilogy
Welcome to my first fanfiction. This will be a trilogy and I hope you enjoy. If there are any glaring spelling or grammatical errors in any of these books, please edit them. If you're not sure for any reason, post it on my talk page. :]

I have already pre-written quite a few chapters of Tides, so I'll be updating this on a pretty frequent basis, at least once a week but most likely twice if I can continue writing them at my current pace.

ThunderClan
Leader- Foreststar- An immense brown tom with deep hazel eyes. Deputy- Nettlefur- A sleek black tom with a white muzzle from age. Medicine Cat- Poppycloud- Petite black and white she-cat with blue eyes Apprentice- Emberpaw Warriors- Whitestorm	Frostcloud- Large white tom with yellow eyes Ravenpaw	Fallentail- A black tom with a white chest and a dipped tail Apprentice: Petalpaw Hazelnose- A brown tom with white accents and yellow eyes. Jaggedtooth	Fangfur- Large ginger tabby tom with amber eyes. Lightningstrike- A yellow tabby tom with matching yellow eyes Yellowfang	Rosethorn- Dark gray she-cat with orange eyes. Firestar		Sunfang- A flame-colored tom with dazzling green eyes. Millie		Honeywhisker- Silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes. Apprentice: Strikepaw Squirrelflight	Rustflower- Dark ginger she-cat with a fluffy tail and green eyes. Greentail- Silver tom with large ears and grey eyes. Queens- Morningsun- Pretty golden tabby with hazel eyes. Mate is Greentail Kits: Hawkkit, Cavekit, Drizzlekit Apprentices- Brambleclaw	Strikepaw- Muscular dark tabby tom with amber eyes. Spottedleaf	Petalpaw- Beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat with warm amber eyes. Emberpaw- Deep orange she-cat with grey eyes. Elders- Ravenwing- An old black tom with many battle scars and blue eyes. Shrewleg- A light tabby tom with yellow eyes. ===ShadowClan=== Leader- 	Cloverstar- A silver she-cat with white boots and beautiful green eyes. Deputy-		 Frozenwhisker- Black tom with short-stiff whiskers. Medicine Cat- 	Elkberry- Brown tom with a cream underbelly and grey eyes. Apprentice- Rabbitear Warriors- Graystripe	Blazeclaw- A large, thick furred gray tom with orange eyes. Silverstream	Dewshower- A slender silver tabby she-cat with bright blue eyes Cinderpelt	Fernleaf- A fluffy dark-gray she-cat with blue eyes. Apprentice: Bugpaw Darkstripe	Sparkclaw- Dark grey tabby tom with yellow eyes. Apprentice: Littlepaw Tawnypelt	Fawnleap- Slender, dark tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes. Apprentice: Mothpaw Rumblefur- Black and brown tom with amber eyes. Apprentice: Spottedpaw Lionblaze	Burnheart- Golden tabby tom with amber eyes. Brightcloud- White and grey tom with orange eyes. Queens- Wildflower- Silver she-cat with darker stripes and green eyes. Mate is Rumblefur Kits: Silverkit and Mousekit Treetail- Thickset brown she-cat with amber eyes. Mate is Brightcloud. Is expecting. Apprentices- Mousefur	Littlepaw- Small dusky brown she-cat with amber eyes. Hollyleaf	Bugpaw- Black she-cat with green eyes. Rabbitear- Small gray tom with unusually large ears. Mothpaw- Silver tabby she-cat Spottedpaw- White and black spotted tom. Elders- Riseheart- Once-pretty calico she-cat with green eyes.

RiverClan
Leader- 	Marshstar- Beautiful white and gray she-cat with green eyes. Deputy- 	Redlake- Muscular dark ginger tom with blue eyes. Medicine Cat- 	Goldenleaf- A golden tabby tom with a white underbelly. Apprentice- Leappaw Warriors- Jayfeather	Bluestorm- Gray tabby tom with blue eyes Dustyrose- A pale orange she-cat with amber eyes. Apprentice: Lilypaw Salmonpelt- Pink-gray tom with silver eyes. Hawkfrost	Icepad- Large dark tabby tom with ice-blue eyes. Oakheart	Flametail- Reddish-brown tom with amber eyes. Crowfeather	Nightheart- A dark grey tom with brilliant blue eyes. Feathertail	Streamfrost- Slender silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes. Grassbreeze- A soft grey tom with dark stripes. Leafpool		Robinflight- Slender, light brown she-cat with amber eyes. Russetfur	Brindlefur- Dark ginger she-cat with sharp green eyes. Fireshine- A brilliant red tom with silver eyes. Queens- Brownwhisker- A pretty brown tabby with pale yellow eyes. Mate is Salmonpelt Kits: Stripekit, Stormkit, Fogkit Apprentices- Bluestar		Lilypaw- Blue-gray she-cat with a silver muzzle and blue eyes. Leappaw- Tall calico she-cat with silver eyes. Mintpaw- White she cat with light green eyes. Elders- Rockpelt- A dark gray she-cat with blue eyes.

WindClan
Leader- 	Tinystar- Small white tom with unusually long claws. Deputy- 	Juniperheart- Beautiful calico she-cat with dazzling blue eyes. Medicine Cat- 	Ivyshadow- Pale yellow she-cat with an unusually long tail. Apprentice- Mudpath Warriors- Tigerstar	Applefang- Big dark brown tabby tom with burning amber eyes .Dustpelt	Falconflight- Dark brown tabby tome with amber eyes. Sandstorm	Dawnpelt- Pale ginger tabby with green eyes, Apprentice: Clearpaw Cloudtail	Creekwhisker- A white tom with blue eyes and a fluffy pelt. Thistleclaw	Raindrop- A thick furred gray tom with white and gray accents. Brokenstar	Darkcloud- Large brown tabby tom with orange eyes. Apprentice: Ringpaw Clawface	Sleetpelt- Brown tom with orange eyes. Heathertail	Skysong- Light brown tabby she-cat with heather eyes. Ferncloud	Dappleheart- Pale gray she-cat with darker flecks and light green eyes. Queens- Birdflight- A calico she-cat with amber eyes. Mate is Applefang Kits: Volekit Thornvine- A pale ginger queen. Mate is Darkcloud Kits: Blossomkit, Owlkit, Ashkit Apprentices- Mudpath- Brown she-cat with amber eyes. Brightheart	Clearpaw- White she-cat with ginger patches and green eyes. Ringpaw- A white and black tom with several black rings along his tail. Elders- None.

Prologue
“Its sickening!” hissed a blue-gray she-cat. Her tail was lashing in anger as she looked down onto the Clan through a pool along with the rest of StarClan. “What do they think is the meaning of being a warrior? Do they take no pride in it?”

“I agree, Bluestar,” a large golden tabby growled. “They have forgotten what it means to be great! Boarder patrols are being forgotten and ignored, prey is eaten on hunting patrols, and strange cats are practically greeted into the camps!”

“It has gotten out of hand, Lionheart,” agreed a flame-colored tom. “But what can we do?”

“We need to remind them what it means, Firestar! Like back in the old days!” Lionheart roared. The cats of Starclan joined in, outraged.

“But how?” Firestar asked, digging his claws deep into the soil. He was one of Starclan now, and he felt like he should know what to do.

Two warm tails touched him, and he looked to see Sandstorm and Spottedleaf looking at him with sympathy.

“They’re not us, and they haven’t had to deal with what we had to in the past,” Graystripe pointed out. “But do we really want to send after them dogs, floods, droughts, or give them a new territory? They have no motivation. No passion!”

“But what if they were?!” a cat croaked. The cats of Starclan parted and laying in the open space was a thin tom with incredibly pale yellow fur. His body was faded and nearly translucent. He was one of the forgotten cat and everyone knew he was close to crossing over. No one dared to move for a moment, shocked that he had spoken. Cats like this never interacted with others.

His eyes remained closed as he walked towards Graystripe, but he moved with confidence of his path.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Firestar asked politely. He had never met this cat before.

“I am me,” the cat scoffed as if Firestar was missing the obvious. He opened his eyes to reveal light blue irises, almost white. “But if you’re looking for a name, it’s one I’ve long forgotten and no one remembers.”

“More importantly,” Bluestar meowed, “what do you mean?”

“I mean, what if they were you?” the elder growled, growing impatient. “You go back into the clans and reignite that passion! You get another chance to be in the clans, guide them, and help!”

The cats of Starclan murmured, but some caterwauled indignantly.

“That’s ridiculous!” Blackstar cried. “I say if they can’t do this themselves and don‘t care to, then why should we help?”

“Do you have a better idea, Blackstar?” Graystripe growled. When the old ShadowClan leader said nothing, he continued. “You don’t have to help, but I think we should. It’ll be just like with Cinderpelt. Those who want a chance to help the clans can be reborn, those who do not wish this, can leave.”

After majority of the cats left, Bluestar piped up. “How can we do this?”

The sun-bleached cat reached down and touched the pool with his nose. The water began to twirl, creating an opening. “Those of you who wish to return the world of flesh, hop through the rabbit hole. Be warned, you will have a fresh slate. Your memories? Gone. Everything you have ever done will be forgotten until you return to us. You will also all be born at different times, and possibly into different clans. You can’t expect one queen to have this many kits now, can you? And remember that your affections may change while down there, as no memories means no love. Now, if you will please proceed. This hole will only remain open for so long.” But the elder’s warning was wasted as the StarClan cats had already jumped in.

So many jumped in, he mused. ''I wonder if there are ulterior motives? Regrets that they hope to fix? Ah well, no matter.''

“Go!” a voice behind him cried.

The elder turned around to see eight cats rushing into the portal. They were lead by a dark and muscular tabby tom with unusually long claws.

“Must’ve changed their minds,” he muttered. “No matter, passion is passion.” The elder cackled at his remark, leaving an eerie sensation over the field.

Ch. 1 - Meetings
“Hello?” called a pretty young she-cat. Her light brown fur glowed softly in the moon light as she peered around. She was in a clearing with soft green grass tickling her paws. Something nudged her foot and she looked down to see a small blue berry nudge her foot. She looked around to see where it had come from, but found nothing. Looking back down, the she-cat gasped in horror as all around her blood was being smeared all around. A small noise from the berry pulled her from this. As she looked back down, a cat burst from the berry, claws extended coming right for her.

“Skysong! Wake up!”

Skysong jerked awake, startled by her dream. She looked up to see her sister, Dappleheart‘s, pale green eyes gazing at her in amusement.

“Bad dream?” her sister purred.

“Must’ve been. I can’t really remember it. Something about a blue berry?” Skysong yawned.

“You have the strangest dreams. Anyway, come on out to the TallStump, Tinystar is going to announce which cats are going to attend the gathering tonight!” Dappleheart mewed, excited.

Skysong followed her sister out of the warriors den and into the center of the WindClan camp, stifling a yawn as she greeted her clanmates.

“Good morning Skysong,” a calico she-cat purred. “Looks like someone had a nice sleep?”

“Good morning Juniperheart,” Skysong nodded.

Juniperheart was a beautiful cat, talented too; that’s why she was picked to be the deputy. But the she-cat was already sitting in a group, consisting of some of the scarier cats in the clan.

Skysong peered inconspicuously over, taking a look. Darkcloud was laying down, looking bored and annoyed as always. He was a fierce brown tabby with orange eyes that still gave Skysong the chills. Next to him was Raindrop, a thick furred gray tom who had been Skysong’s mentor. He was violent as they came, and never had an ounce of mercy. On the outskirts of the group was Sleetpelt, probably the easiest to get along with out of all of them. His brown coat was a comforting color to the onlooker, and his orange eyes managed to look so different from Raindrop’s; always seeming to convey calm and cool.

But the cat who unsettled Skysong the most was Applefang. He was the largest out of all of them with extraordinarily long claws and piercing amber eyes had made quite a few appearances in her nightmares.

Applefang turned his head to look at Skysong, and she quickly whipped her head away to look for her sister, hoping he hadn’t noticed anything. I’m just glad they’re on my side, she thought.

“ Over here!” she heard her sister’s voice call. Dappleheart was sitting about as close as she could to Falconflight without touching him. Ever since her apprenticeship, Dappleheart had had a crush on the warrior, and now that they were both on the same footing, the two had started getting closer.

“Good morning Falconflight,” Skysong mewed, settling down.

The tom nodded a hello but before he could say anything, a yowl cut him off. All cats turned to watch Tinystar leap onto the TallStump. His white pelt reflected the light in a way that made him glow. The only sign of his age was given away when he began coughing before he spoke. “Those attending the gathering are as follows; Myself, Juniperheart, Ivyshadow, Mudpath, Dawnpelt, Skysong, Dappleheart, Applefang, Falconflight, Creekwhisker, and Clearpaw,” the WindClan leader announced. “The rest of you go to Juniperheart for instructions. That is all.” The tom leaped off the TallStump and padded his way back into the den.

“How boring,” Skysong sighed.

“Going to a gathering is an honor!” Dappleheart hissed, shocked.

“No, not that,” the brown she-cat corrected her sister. “I mean the waiting around until nightfall part.”

“Oh, you’ll survive,” Dappleheart mewed, eyes amused.

“Skysong,” called a pale ginger she-cat. It was Dawnpelt, and she was making her way over to the group. “I heard you’re bored too. Would you like to join me in a quick hunt? We’ll stay away from the patrols.”

“Yes please,” she purred, shaking her fur clean as she stood up.



Skysong kneaded the ground impatiently as cats slowly made their way across the TreeBridge. Unfortunately, all the Clans seemed to have picked the exact same moment to show up and it was taking so long that quite a few RiverClan cats had already swam all the way over.

“What clan is crossing right now?” she hissed.

“ShadowClan,” a cat nearby mewed, drenching the word with irritation.

Skysong looked to see a golden tabby tom with burning amber eyes. A quick sniff identified him as a ShadowClan cat.“Well, what is the hold up?” Skysong asked.

“We have four new apprentices. They got their names just a few days ago, and all of them are here,” the cat sighed.

Skysong looked at the bridge more closely and saw four tiny cats making their way across, slowly. She sighed and gave up, laying down and making herself comfortable. She was surprised when the golden tom did the same.

“I’m Burnheart,” he greeted.

What a fitting name. “I’m Skysong.”