The Feeling When A Book Fucks You Up So Hard You Have To Put It Down And Take A Break Because Your Emotional

the feeling when a book fucks you up so hard you have to put it down and take a break because your emotional threshold has reached it's limit

The Chosen - Shallowswipe’s Prophecy

this is my old as shit unfinished warriors fic. this is not a reflection of my skills as a writer now. im posting it bc funny

ALLEGIANCES

THISTLECLAN

LEADER:

 THORNSTAR

DEPUTY: 

DARKFLAME

MEDICINE CAT:

FLASHWING

WARRIORS:

NIGHTBIRD (APPRENTICE: FEATHERPAW)

SONGTREE

WETBRANCH (APPRENTICE: PLANTPAW)

LIGHTCLOUD (APPRENTICE: CREAMPAW)

FLOWERSORROW

APPRENTICES:

PLANTPAW CREAMPAW FEATHERPAW

QUEENS:

WOODCROW (KITS: SHALLOWKIT, BROWNKIT) ELDERS: BLACKWIND RAGGEDSNOW

SUNCLAN

LEADER:

PINESTAR DEPUTY:

SLEEKWIND

MEDICINE CAT: DIMWILLOW

WARRIORS:

DARKWILLOW

BURNSPOT (APPRENTICE: STORKPAW)

WHITELILY (APPRENTICE: AIRPAW) YELLOWEYE

APPRENTICES:

STORKPAW

AIRPAW QUEENS:

CORNBREEZE

GREYPLUM (KITS: STORMKIT) ELDERS:

WIZENEDWOLF

SPIKEFISH

ICECLAN

LEADER:

SLIVERSTAR

DEPUTY: NIGHTWING MEDICINE CAT:

NIGHTBLOOM WARRIORS:

REDPATCH (APPRENTICE: WORMPAW BLACKBUSH SMALLFOOT (APPRENTICE: SILVERPAW WIDESTEP APPRENTICES:

SILVERPAW WORMPAW QUEENS:

NUTRAIN ELDERS:

PROLOGUE

I looked out of the cool, damp cave I stood in, and wondered where I was. I saw a faint, glittering shape rising from the mist. In fact, she looked like she was the mist. She spoke to me, warning me about the dark evil approaching. The living cats are already being swallowed up by the demon warriors lodging their slimy, rank bodies inside the earth. She introduced herself as Moongrass, one of the ancient cats that once roamed the territory of the clans. She had died long ago, and she tried to tell me the secret of the demons. But it was too late…

CHAPTER ONE

I woke up, breathing heavily. It felt like the entire world was pressed down against my chest. My mother looked at me worriedly, and asked if I was okay. I said I was fine, and curled up in the nest and tried to forget the horrifying image that seemed to be permanently burned into the back of my eyelids. The wind howled in my ears, and I tried to grasp what Moongrass had said before the demons appeared and- wait, I really don’t want to say it. It was too much for my three moon old brain to understand. 

I yawned, and reached my outstretched paw out of the nursery, as our nest is closest to the door. There are other nests, but they are all empty because Flowersorrow and her kits Plantpaw, Creampaw ,and Featherpaw all left the nursery a moon ago. I cautiously, slowly stood up, and tripped over my own tail. Brownkit, as always, slept through the heavy thud of my body falling on the floor. Woodcrow, however, pricked her ears and said “Shallowkit, what are you doing? Get into the nest now.” I looked at her, alarmed, sheepishly hung my head, and crawled back into the nest feeling a bit embarrassed. 

CHAPTER TWO

Soon it was dawn, and the warriors slipped out of their dens effortlessly, like paws sliding around on wet leaves on the forest floor. My mother allowed my brother and I to explore camp, but that was all, we weren't allowed out of camp because there weren’t any warriors to look after us. We had seen some apprentices leave camp through a hole in the gorse wall surrounding the hollow, on our first day out of the nursery. I took a sneaky glance at the hole in the wall,  and made sure my mother wasn't looking.  I stealthily padded away, making as little noise as I could. On my way through the  gorse wall, my fur brushed against the thorns, alerting the Clan of my departure. I huddled down into a dip in the barrier, hiding myself as well as possible. My blue-grey fur stood out against the bush, but I was so absorbed in my task of hiding that I didn’t give a second thought about my fur. Woodcrow came up behind me, startling me out of my hole. She grabbed my scruff and dragged me back to the nursery, scolding me with her muffled voice, telling me that I was foolish and that if I had left camp it could’ve been dangerous.  

CHAPTER THREE

I was confined to the nursery for a quarter-moon, only allowed out if there was a warrior with me. It was embarrassing, making dirt with older cats staring at me, but I was forced to live with it until my punishment was over. Every day, I pretended I was asleep for as long as I could, so the warriors weren’t forced to look after me when they could be hunting or patrolling. When my punishment ended, however, the Clan was looking at me warily, wondering if I was going to plan a ‘daring’ escape again. Whenever a cat came to scold me about trying to leave, I would glare at them until they walked away. I obviously wasn’t intimidating at all, but I liked to think I scared off the big, powerful warriors by myself.

CHAPTER FOUR

Sometimes I think my mother, Woodcrow, named me because my brain seemingly couldn’t grasp the concept of ‘you can’t do this, but you can do that’. I mean, of course I understood! I was nearly four moons, after all!

sobbing /pos these are so fucking gorgeous??

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drew this on live last night!

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benchtrio CatJAM irl :)

me culture is procrastinating literally everything in the school year until the last 2 weeks. i have a week left and i need to finish about 1/3 of my math course and 3/4 of my science, coincidentally my worst 2 subjects