MelodyHeart-pony

Dawn Patrol Breezepaw's POV "You did what!?" I hissed at my best friend and clan mate. The patrol that had gone to the gathering had come back and Leopardstar had explained to the clan what had happened. Hollyleaf, a ThunderClan warrior had interrupted the gathering to announce her parentage. I now sat in the medicine den as Shadowpaw was getting cobwebs applied to her face. I was trying to grasp why my blunt, sharp-tongued friend had gone off on the ThunderClan warrior and gotten herself scratched. "I called her out on her mouse dung," Shadowpaw replied defensively. I looked at her incredulously, "you're not supposed to do that at a gatherin

The Dream and The Gathering Yowls and screeches echo from all around as I push my paws to go faster. The scent of blood was harsh against my nose. I could taste it in my mouth. I could feel the slick wetness of it, on my paw and muzzle, clearly not mine, and on my pelt accompanied by pain. I hear my name being called by Breezepaw, but it's not my name. Shadowfang. Yet I know it is my name. Strange cats claw and tackled the strangely familiar cats. Cats I know I haven't seen before and yet I feel concern for them as if they were my friends. Something drove me on. A rust colored cat, he was what my aim was on. He darted to and fro, delivering

RiverClan's Welcome Shadowpaw's POV My life began as a kittypet. It started out with mated housefolk and their kit, whose various attempts to smother me in love I found rather irritating. The life of a kittypet was so easy, never having to hunt for prey and always having a soft spot to lay and sun whenever I desired. In fact it was too easy. The food was bland and the sun was always through a barrier. I became restless with the soft life and began to desire more. At my sixth moon, my housefolk brought me to this strange place. It was a housefolk nest, but not our nest. Not far from that place were horses, they didn't much care for me when