Neverland

Breezepelt lifted his head drowsily. The sun was slanting at an angle that made the air seem powdery and light.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” chuckled a familiar voice from the den entrance.
Breezepelt stumbled to his feet. Standing there was Sunsong, a beautiful cat with a blazing pelt, much like her father, Fallenstar, the clan leader.
“S-so who’s on the morning hunting patrol this morning?” Breezepelt stuttered uneasily, trying to shake the sleep from his eyes.
“Brownwing, Pebblefoot and Fuzzyface,” Sunsong replied casually, ignoring the fact that Breezepelt had moss all over his fur (and the fact that a warrior could be named something so disrespectful such as Fuzzyface).
Every cat in Oceanclan knew that those three cats were the finest, strongest cats in the jungle. Oceanclan was a band of about 10-11 cats who found a home on the tropical shore of what the Twolegs called “Florida”. The clan camp was nestled in the remains of a beach house that had been blown away by an enormous tidal wave.
Just then, the broad face of Brownwing appeared through the narrow entrance/exit between two planks of worn-out wood.
“Good kill today,” he piped cheerfully. “Look! We even found a wienoo-er…”
“It’s a wiener or a wieny,” explained Pebblefoot, popping into the announcement. Pebblefoot was a very intelligent cat who used to be a kittypet, and he had significant connections with the Twoleg tongue.
Fuzzyface, a shaggy warrior with light brown fuzz and invisible eyes entered the camp with a half-eaten tube of “pork”. Pebblefoot said that “pork” was a Twoleg term for what Oceanclan called “Squiggly Tails”.
“Let’s eat!” said Salmonpaw, an apprentice in lots of training who popped out of no where.
Gathering around the renewed fresh-kill pile, the cats bent their heads and began to eat their share. There were no elders in the clan, only experienced, new or training warriors. The clan had a medicine cat, Seastorm, though, who had a young she-cat apprentice named Mangopaw.
Once the feast was over, the Twoleg patrol started. This time the warriors chosen were Breezepelt, Sunsong and a warrior named Wavyfur. The route for today was: starting at the Tall Stones (or as Pebblefoot referred to them as, casinos.). Twolegs often left pieces of food or containers made of strange, white material.
As the warriors set off for the Tall Stones, Breezepelt noticed a new scent in the air. It was piny, fresh and almost…holy. Starclan? He thought.
Just then, the bush gave way and a cat stepped out. The cat appeared to be a she-cat, with glistening blue and silver tabby stripes and mysterious grey eyes.
“Salutations, strangers. My name is NeverBlue. What do you call this strange land?” she said in a strange airy voice.
“Florida,” Lilypelt answered bluntly.
“Ah. Then I have come to the right place. Now, which one of you is called Breezepelt?”

i'm sorry! i write pointless and boring fanfics! but i haven't read all the books so please do not say anything.

That was awesome!! kEEP WRITING MORE! Ah, stupid Caps Lock....

yay, benya! oh no wait..cheesefur! (ugh I keep calling everyone by their real names )

did you read my fanfic? hehe...deathclan

Everybody in DeathClan is dead. JK!

there's a reason why it's called deathclan...

only I have to write some other stuff before I reveal the secret...hehehe

i feel like hiding...

okay i had time, so here's the update :
“Er, that would be me,” Breezepelt answered awkwardly.
The three cats were intrigued by the stranger’s way of speaking, for no cat ever said “salutations” or “may I”.
“Breezepelt?” Sunsong stepped forward. “What do you want from him?”
“Neverland needs a hero,” NeverBlue said calmly, although it was obvious that she was losing her patience.
“Me? A hero? Wait…what’s this all about?” Breezepelt burst in.
NeverBlue sighed impatiently. “Look, I’ll make a long story short. Neverland is an ancient place, millions of years old. The creatures of Neverland are immortal. It’s not called ‘Neverland’ for a reason. Recently, we have discovered a set of hieroglyphics in a cave streaked with age. The signs say that a hero brought by the wind will come to the rescue and save Neverland in a time of need. And, the time of need is now.”
The cats were stunned. What a load of fox-dung!
“So you are immortal?” Sunsong asked suspiciously.
“Actually, I am the spirit of Neverland, in the form of a cat. I speak many tongues, and cat happens to be my forte,” NeverBlue answered.
Breezepelt began to realize that if this spirit was right, then the time to act was now.
“Wait,” he said boldly. “What is this ‘time of need’?”
NeverBlue’s lips twitched into a hopeful smile. “We are experiencing terrible occurances on our island. Everything is slowly dying. Our water is beginning to lose its beautiful clear shine, and the land itself is becoming weaker,” she answered with a hint of stress in her voice.
“No. Breezepelt, you’re not alone. I’m coming too,” Sunsong said as she stepped up beside him.
“You two are on you rown. I’m off on the patrol. I’ll just tell the camp that something mysterious happened to you guys and that they shouldn’t worry. Off with you two now,” Lilypelt said s she stalked off, her head held high and proud.
“Well, off we shall go,” NeverBlue declared.
As Sunsong and Breezepelt followed NeverBlue, they noticed that she had a slight twinkle in her eye.

Yay! good story.

but wait...how come neverblue's eyes are twinkling? shouldn't she be sad everything is dying? oh no! is she gonna abduct them?

Haha, I love the story!!! Its so awesome!! WRITE MORE!!!!!!!!!

i have lots of time on my hands... i have no idea why i made her eyes twinkle, but it'll come to me. i just make up things on the spot..

MAKE HER ABDUCT THEM!!!

or at least breezepelt, cuz she has a huge crush on him or something.
wait, it's a he, right?

...

YAAY!!

Make the characters shapeshift and fly!!!

i think i'll start writing now...bored...

The portal to Neverland was quite the ride. But the secret of the location of the portal remains an unspoken secret. Once the travelers arrived at their location, they could see that NeverBlue was telling the truth. The grass was quite pale, and the trees looked as thought they might lose all their leaves soon.
“How will I save this?” Breezepelt asked.
“It is most likely that Neverland has lost its magic, or its will to sustain life,” NeverBlue sighed.
All of a sudden, there was a loud swooping noise and a large bird landed next to them.
“Ah, this is my friend NeverBlossom,” NeverBlue explained.
The bird was about the size of a large fox, with blinding red and pink feathers mixed in with pure white.
“Greetings. Neverland welcomes you, as best as it can,” NeverBlossom said. “I am a blood harp, only found in this kind of fantasy land. We enjoy the sweet rivers here.”
Breezepelt’s head was a thousand miles away. Everything that had happened that day was quite intriguing.
Sunsong twitched her tail uncomfortably as she noticed the slight resemblance between NeverBlue and Breezepelt. They both had the same light grey fur and deep grey eyes, only Breezeplet had silver streaks in his fur instead of blue.
NeverBlue looked over at Breezepelt, who seemed to have traveled into an alternate universe. “It will be the ultimate quest…choose your friends carefully…” she murmured.
There was a soft sigh and NeverBlue lifted herself off the ground. Her cat form slowly melted away until she was a light. The light was silver and blue, and it kept changing forms as it moved. The voice that came out was ancient.
“To the land of the past, you must go
And don’t be fooled by what you know
Returning the key into its place,
Traveling across every time and space
Meet the one you’ve seen but not known
And find the one who’s raised you ‘til you’ve grown.”
Breexepelt was surprised. They had prophecies! And it looked like he was part of one.

i wrote more!

More secretive possible-twins!

Yaay!! it was good

yay! somebody likes it!

my sister just told me that Breezepelt is a real cat and he's ugly.

Whatever. That was REALLY REALLY GOOD!!!
WRITE MORE
I would have never thought about something like that,
AWESEOME!!!

YAY! I'm not the only one who messes up and writes characters that are actually real...

hehe random though: peopleclan...

i never thought my stories were good...i haven't been writing...
peopleclan? (clan of people with disorder and think they are truly cats?)

have you seen the musical cats? THOSE are freaky people who thinks they're cats.

tho they do sing good.

pah! musical cats! those cats can't ever be as awesome as us!

of course not....they're creepy.

they probably eat vegetables...

i'm lazy...