Neverland

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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.

hey i just noticed... watershred you spelt your name wrong in the banner anyways. it wouldn't make much of a difference if you changed your name cuz you have to edit your banner anyways. it's "shred" not "shread" in "watershred".

Shread? LOL. Watershred should change her name to Watershine.

CheeseStar wrote: 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.

Yaay I love it! It's really good I really hope you will make more

I love it and I do not want to change my banner or name right now.

Why not?I would!

thanks lotus-star. i stopped writing though because i found out breezepelt was apparently a really stupid real character... o.O but i also got writer's block, got bored of the story, was too busy and eventually just got lazy, and so on.

But I loved it keep going.

CheeseStar wrote:thanks lotus-star. i stopped writing though because i found out breezepelt was apparently a really stupid real character... o.O but i also got writer's block, got bored of the story, was too busy and eventually just got lazy, and so on.

Hehe this topic has gotten to be 8 pages long and there still is no sequel to the story!!

- Eagerly Awaiting

AHHHH TOO LAZY! i have a story i want to write but it's got nothing to do with warriors. o.O i'm not continuing the story, cuz i forgot what it's about and i don't know how to use word on this com...

Then read the top to know what it is about.