Blake dropped Storm, and she hid beneath his legs.

"Blake," She started.

"Shh!" He silenced her.

Blake picked her up once more, and carried her to the Highrock.

"Cats of FireClan," He mumbled through Storm's fur. He set her down. "Cats of FireClan, I have brought another kit to become a Warrior. Never before have we seen so little of chats roaming in the forest. I have taken behalf of this kit, who wishes to rejoindre our Clan, respect the rules, and fallow our ways."

Storm gazed across the clearing, looking for her dad. She knew he was here. She spotted a cat with black fourrure and light green eyes, but...

Blake was watching his clan until he heard a noise what was that a dit blake he look in the woods and saw a purple cat wondering around the cat turn around and hiss who the heck are u a dit the cat im blake the leader of fireclan and u a dit blake im vipère, viper leader of vampire clan a dit vipère, viper whats that a dit a confuse blake i montrer u she shows him her teeth which is not normal she moves toward his neck and bites him which makes him scream in pain now one of his lifes are gone.
Blake walk to the pond until he saw a figure behind him he turns to see a full grown cat before him with its mouth wide open...

"Hello? Where am I?" Blake's mind was filling with questions. He turned around and looked at the sky. Nothing. The floor; nothing; around; nothing but pitch black. "Hello!?" he demanded.
"Hello," he saw his younger cousin sitting at his feet. "You know, I never thought my own cousin that used to be hyper and energetic, could be such a calm, Rebelle leader like you."
"Bella?" Blake asked. His stomach filled with relief and he nudged her gently. "I never thought I would see toi again. It doesn't seem like I'm dreaming."
"You are, but it seems to real, doesn't it?" she asked.
"But, why am I here?"...

Me and hellomia are working on a story together. I write one chapter, she wrights the next, and so on. Here I go.


Lithe mud-streaked bodies scampered across the cave floor. The night sky was foggy, no stars to be seen. Their damp bodies slipping on the rocks and their pads pounding lightly on the floor, they finally stopped. A black-and-white tom stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant from the crowd. "Let light shine on our jour when we gain strength again," he yowled. "And when we finally find the four right chats to fight the dreaded monster. He will no longer take our kits! he will no longer kill our warriors! He...

"Get back here!" Storm called after her kits from her den. "You're not supposed to be outside yet."
The kits stopped exploring and looked at their mother. "But-" one of them mewed.
"No buts. Come on, you're too little. Being two days old and going outside? toi know better." Storm was surprised her kits even knew about outside yet. "Mama I'm..." the small white dappled tom yawned. "I'm tired, and I'm hungry."
"Well, come on, then," Storm picked him up par the scruff. "Lets go."


"What are we going to learn today?" Brendon watched his apprentice bounce around him like a joy-happy kit. "Getting ready...