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Rainbow-Eyed Cats Photoshop by N-O--V-A

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Dawnkit looked out at the seemingly endless forest beyond the camp.


In it she knew there were berries and trees and flowers that smelled better than anything a cat could smell. There were birds chirping, waiting to be caught - rabbits in the ground, sneaking out of their holes only to be dug into with claws. Dawnkit couldn’t wait until she became an apprentice, but a half moon seemed too long, even compared to the five moons she had already waited. She wondered how a half moon could be longer than five complete moons.


She could even see the slight stretches of land beyond the forest of pines and great oaks. A river flowed peacefully along the CascadeClan border, the spanning CycloneClan moors and hills seemed especially evident against the mountains beyond. The tall rocks of the Land of Stone towered above the territories,  the Cave of Moon Crystal beyond the moors of CycloneClan. In the distance, the small forest trees of DischargeClan territory were outlined against the mountain range.


“Dawnkit, get down here!” called a grouchy voice. “You’re not supposed to be there.”


“But, I’m still in camp!” Dawnkit yowled.


“You know you’re supposed to stay in the Gorge Tunnels, Dawnkit. The Gorge and the Clearing are off limits!” replied the voice.


“Fine, I’m coming down,” growled Dawnkit. She peered into the gorge, several tree-lengths deep, before quickly bounding to the hidden wide ramp of a ledge that led directly into the Gorge.


Once Dawnkit had reached the ground in the camp Maplebriar rushed towards her. “You could get hurt up there!” she scolded. “And where’s Daykit? Wasn’t he with you?”


Dawnkit’s head hung low as she said, “No, I haven’t seen Daykit since this morning,” she answered glumly.


“I haven’t seen him since then either…” Maplebriar drifted off, trying to think of where her kit could be.


“Hey mom!” sounded a loud yowling meow. Maplebriar recognized Daykit and pinned it from at the top of the Gorge, at the Clearing.


“Daykit! Get down from there!” yowled Maplebriar, scared.


“Don’t worry, mom. Also, why does the path down have to be so hidden?” grumbled Daykit as he stepped forward.


“Daykit! That’s the wrong side!” Maplebriar’s loud yowl drowned out everything else.


Daykit looked at Maplebriar as he processed what she was saying. His eyes went wide as he realized too late. The thin stone ledge crumbled beneath him. Daykit was sent flying, scraping against the rock walls, grasping for a pawhold that he never found.


Dawnkit heard a thud as Daykit landed on sharp stones far below the Gorge ground. Maplebriar raced to the ledge with Dawnkit not far behind her. Daykit’s body lay broken and shattered, helpless, on the ground.


Maplebriar stared at Daykit for a heartbeat that lasted forever before turning around and stalking away, not even looking at Dawnkit.


“It’s the same way Flailstem died,” murmured Smokestar under his breath as he padded forward to peer into the larger gorge beneath the gorge.


“We need to go get his body for a proper burial.” Pineburr decided.


“It’s too dangerous,” said Ashclaw. “We can’t risk another cat getting hurt.”


“I’ll go! It’s my son!” yowled Pineburr angrily. “I won’t leave him there for the crows!”


Smokestar only shook his head sadly. “You’re one of our strongest warriors. Your son is in StarClan now, watching over us, and he’d hate himself if you died because of him.”


Pineburr just sat down at the edge of the Gorge.


“Dawnkit, go back to the tunnels,” he ordered. “You’re safe there.”


“But…” began Dawnkit.


“No, Dawnkit. I want you safe.”


Dawnkit turned and stalked back to the tunnels, just beginning to process the death of her brother.



Dawnkit woke to hear rustling in the Medicine Cave. She snuck out of her nest and padded through the tunnels into the Medicine Cave. Poppyseed and Appleberry were indeed working hard. Dawnkit ducked through the crowd to see who they were working on.


Laying in the nest was Daykit. He had, apparently, dragged himself halfway up the cliff shortly after Dawnkit had gone back into the tunnels. The medicine cats had been working on him all night.


“His side has been pierced nearly all the way through,” reported Poppyseed after a while. “He most likely won’t survive, but we’ll do all we can.”


“We’ll have to use a lot of herbs, and we’ll need more herb patrols,” said Appleberry.


“It’s not worth it,” hissed Thistlecloud. “That mangey scrap of fur should have been left out there instead of wasting these precious materials. Leaf-fall is not the time to go around throwing away herbs.”


“How dare you say that?” growled Maplebriar. “Daykit could… No, Daykit will grow up to be an excellent warrior.”


Sweetjaw draped her tail on Maplebriar’s shoulder. “He’s lost a lot of blood, and he’s really hurt,” she reasoned.


“I refuse to believe that!” yowled Maplebriar. “He’s a strong kit, and he’ll-”


Appleberry turned around and Maplebriar cut off. Maplebriar looked at her hopefully. Appleberry silently turned away and stalked off. Maplebriar seemed like she would faint - she fell heavily on the shoulder of Pineburr, who seemed dizzy himself.


“I knew it,” Thistlecloud growled. “That furball wasted our precious materials!”


“Thistlecloud!” said Poppyseed, struggling to keep from yowling. “But, he’s not wrong. We’ve used the last of our borage, bindweed, and goldenrod. The only horsetail we have left is dried and stale - it’ll have almost no effect.”


“I’m so sorry…” murmured Maplebriar. “I should have killed when he came up. It was obvious he couldn’t have lived.”


Dawnkit froze and Maplebriar’s last comment. “I’m not sure I can make it… He was my only beloved kit…”


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So, I'm the kind of person that silence drives me crazy, even when I'm trying to write. I was wondering if any of you could suggest a sort of instrumental music like TheFatRat or some of Vexento, or music with not very many vocals (I just love Whole so much I use it as an exception). I don't really know of very many like that, so...  
Rainbow-Eyed Cats Photoshop by N-O--V-A

Rewrite of the original prologue. I'll try to actually write these chapters. Please excuse it not being very well-written, I was rushed. The next chapters should be better.

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A warm greenleaf breeze blew through the clearing. Thickly twined trees sheltered it from the light rain, and not a drop of water hit the soft grass.


Under a willow tree in front of the clearing a flat rock jutted out, overlooking the meadow. Settled on top of this rock was a beautiful white cat with a grey circle split in two on her shoulder. She kept her eyes to the sky, waiting for something.


The moon was now directly up in the sky. It was moon-high. The white cat rose, and yowled a summoning call. After a still heartbeat, cats began flooding into the clearing.


The stream seemed almost endless. The small clearing held more cats than it seemed like a meadow twice its size could. The continuous flowing stream slowed to a trickle, then stopped altogether with an old two-legged cat dragging himself into the sheltered clearing.


The white cat looked down on the countless pairs of eyes staring at her curiously. The cats were crowded together, their shoulders pressed together tightly, tails curled close so they wouldn’t be stepped on.


The she-cat opened her jaws, and yowled, “Thank you for coming. You may be wondering why I brought you here. It is because I have a prophecy to deliver to the Clans in the forest.”


A brown tom snorted. “Alright, featherbrain. Don’t you remember your last ‘prophecy?’” he said.


“The one sent from the Dark Forest with the sole purpose of tricking us? Any cat would have fallen for that, they just happened to send it to me,” retorted the white she-cat.


“Any cat could have guessed it was fake. You have bees in your brain!” growled the brown tom.


The white she cat thrashed her tail and forced her neck fur to lie flat. “At least listen to this one!”


“Oh yeah? Who sent it?” the brown tom yowled.


“I… I don’t know,” murmured the white she cat. “Skies beyond here. Skies beyond the Tribes…”


The brown tom looked at her disbelievingly. “It’s fake. Go back to your nest.”


At this the cats slowly picked themselves up and padded out of the clearing. To the white she-cat’s dismay, every single cat left.


The she-cat sighed as she padded to her den. Even though they all thought it was fake, she would send it anyway. They were wrong this time. The she-cat padded towards the crystal-filled pool and touched her nose to it, with the intent of sending it to every one of the medicine cats.




Rainbow-Eyed Cats Photoshop
This is for my journal fanfictions, please don't use this yourself. If you find someone besides me using this, please tell me.
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Rainbow-Eyed Cats Photoshop by N-O--V-A

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Dawnkit looked out at the seemingly endless forest beyond the camp.


In it she knew there were berries and trees and flowers that smelled better than anything a cat could smell. There were birds chirping, waiting to be caught - rabbits in the ground, sneaking out of their holes only to be dug into with claws. Dawnkit couldn’t wait until she became an apprentice, but a half moon seemed too long, even compared to the five moons she had already waited. She wondered how a half moon could be longer than five complete moons.


She could even see the slight stretches of land beyond the forest of pines and great oaks. A river flowed peacefully along the CascadeClan border, the spanning CycloneClan moors and hills seemed especially evident against the mountains beyond. The tall rocks of the Land of Stone towered above the territories,  the Cave of Moon Crystal beyond the moors of CycloneClan. In the distance, the small forest trees of DischargeClan territory were outlined against the mountain range.


“Dawnkit, get down here!” called a grouchy voice. “You’re not supposed to be there.”


“But, I’m still in camp!” Dawnkit yowled.


“You know you’re supposed to stay in the Gorge Tunnels, Dawnkit. The Gorge and the Clearing are off limits!” replied the voice.


“Fine, I’m coming down,” growled Dawnkit. She peered into the gorge, several tree-lengths deep, before quickly bounding to the hidden wide ramp of a ledge that led directly into the Gorge.


Once Dawnkit had reached the ground in the camp Maplebriar rushed towards her. “You could get hurt up there!” she scolded. “And where’s Daykit? Wasn’t he with you?”


Dawnkit’s head hung low as she said, “No, I haven’t seen Daykit since this morning,” she answered glumly.


“I haven’t seen him since then either…” Maplebriar drifted off, trying to think of where her kit could be.


“Hey mom!” sounded a loud yowling meow. Maplebriar recognized Daykit and pinned it from at the top of the Gorge, at the Clearing.


“Daykit! Get down from there!” yowled Maplebriar, scared.


“Don’t worry, mom. Also, why does the path down have to be so hidden?” grumbled Daykit as he stepped forward.


“Daykit! That’s the wrong side!” Maplebriar’s loud yowl drowned out everything else.


Daykit looked at Maplebriar as he processed what she was saying. His eyes went wide as he realized too late. The thin stone ledge crumbled beneath him. Daykit was sent flying, scraping against the rock walls, grasping for a pawhold that he never found.


Dawnkit heard a thud as Daykit landed on sharp stones far below the Gorge ground. Maplebriar raced to the ledge with Dawnkit not far behind her. Daykit’s body lay broken and shattered, helpless, on the ground.


Maplebriar stared at Daykit for a heartbeat that lasted forever before turning around and stalking away, not even looking at Dawnkit.


“It’s the same way Flailstem died,” murmured Smokestar under his breath as he padded forward to peer into the larger gorge beneath the gorge.


“We need to go get his body for a proper burial.” Pineburr decided.


“It’s too dangerous,” said Ashclaw. “We can’t risk another cat getting hurt.”


“I’ll go! It’s my son!” yowled Pineburr angrily. “I won’t leave him there for the crows!”


Smokestar only shook his head sadly. “You’re one of our strongest warriors. Your son is in StarClan now, watching over us, and he’d hate himself if you died because of him.”


Pineburr just sat down at the edge of the Gorge.


“Dawnkit, go back to the tunnels,” he ordered. “You’re safe there.”


“But…” began Dawnkit.


“No, Dawnkit. I want you safe.”


Dawnkit turned and stalked back to the tunnels, just beginning to process the death of her brother.



Dawnkit woke to hear rustling in the Medicine Cave. She snuck out of her nest and padded through the tunnels into the Medicine Cave. Poppyseed and Appleberry were indeed working hard. Dawnkit ducked through the crowd to see who they were working on.


Laying in the nest was Daykit. He had, apparently, dragged himself halfway up the cliff shortly after Dawnkit had gone back into the tunnels. The medicine cats had been working on him all night.


“His side has been pierced nearly all the way through,” reported Poppyseed after a while. “He most likely won’t survive, but we’ll do all we can.”


“We’ll have to use a lot of herbs, and we’ll need more herb patrols,” said Appleberry.


“It’s not worth it,” hissed Thistlecloud. “That mangey scrap of fur should have been left out there instead of wasting these precious materials. Leaf-fall is not the time to go around throwing away herbs.”


“How dare you say that?” growled Maplebriar. “Daykit could… No, Daykit will grow up to be an excellent warrior.”


Sweetjaw draped her tail on Maplebriar’s shoulder. “He’s lost a lot of blood, and he’s really hurt,” she reasoned.


“I refuse to believe that!” yowled Maplebriar. “He’s a strong kit, and he’ll-”


Appleberry turned around and Maplebriar cut off. Maplebriar looked at her hopefully. Appleberry silently turned away and stalked off. Maplebriar seemed like she would faint - she fell heavily on the shoulder of Pineburr, who seemed dizzy himself.


“I knew it,” Thistlecloud growled. “That furball wasted our precious materials!”


“Thistlecloud!” said Poppyseed, struggling to keep from yowling. “But, he’s not wrong. We’ve used the last of our borage, bindweed, and goldenrod. The only horsetail we have left is dried and stale - it’ll have almost no effect.”


“I’m so sorry…” murmured Maplebriar. “I should have killed when he came up. It was obvious he couldn’t have lived.”


Dawnkit froze and Maplebriar’s last comment. “I’m not sure I can make it… He was my only beloved kit…”


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