TW- Throughout the series there will be mentions of blood, death, and very minimal gore. __________________________________________ This comic is loosely based on Warriors. The cats live in colonies and have two part names, but it is not fully Warriors. To clear things up, I'll give you a description here. _______________________________________ Leader is still leader. Deputy is loosely called a deputy, the official term would be second-in-command. Medicine cats are called healers or medics. Warriors are loosely called warriors, but the official term is hunter. Apprentices are called hunter apprentices or healer apprentices. Queens are still queens. Kits are still kits. There are no official elders in the colonies, as hunters work until they die, but cats with wisdom and experience are often called elders, more as an affectionate term then anything. Instead of the Clans, there are colonies- the Prowlers, the Nimble, the Currents, and the Lightning. This story centers around the Currents. These cats also do not believe in StarClan or the Dark Forest. They do believe in a murky, dank forest somewhere far away, where bad cats' spirits float away, but good cats' spirits simply become the wind. At least, this is what they believe. _________________________________________ | Prologue | A cold wind ruffles the fur of the band of three. The cat in the lead, a shorthaired mackerel tabby she, lets out a sigh as rain starts to fall. Surely they could not be too far from home. "I told you we shouldn't have hunted all the way out here," snarled one of the cats in the back, a tall white tom with faint gray stripes. His blue eyes were flicked with anger. "We had no choice, Iciclepelt. Prey is scarce everywhere else." The tabby was trying to keep everyone's head in the game- getting home. But Iciclepelt was too busy arguing and complaining to really focus. The wind grew louder and the rain more furious as the two continued to fight. The third cat, a marbled tom, was struggling to carry the only prey they had caught- a measly shrew. He turned as he heard a strange noise behind them- and promptly fell down, dropping the shrew and faceplanting the ground. Iciclepelt and the she-cat instantly stopped, jerking their heads around toward the tom. Maybe he had tripped over a pebble and stubbed his toe, and later they could all have a good laugh. Except that's not what happened. "Leafstorm! Do you hear a pulse?" Iciclepelt was frantically checking the marbled tom's pelt. There was no blood, cuts, or wounds- but all the same, there was no breath. The tom was gone, lost to the wind. Iciclepelt threw his head back and let out a furious yowl. Leafstorm tentatively padded up to him to comfort him- but just as sudden, she fell over as well, her breathing instantly stopping. The white tabby gritted his teeth and scanned the surrounding area. Something was going on- no one just fell over and died, just like that! The last thing Iciclepelt saw was a large black paw, sort of wispy at the unusually long claws, before he blacked out- never to see light again. __________________________________________ So. Here we are. I like writing stories. I dunno if I'm any good at it, but I try my best :] __________________________________ +| HELP |+ Okay! Here's the thing. I need some suggestions from y'all. I know most of my story, but I need some help with a few things. 1. What should his group of underdog friends be? I would like at least two toms and two she-cats. I'll need names, appearance, and personality. DON'T give me all of them, give other people a chance to submit some. They should all be apprentices. [Hint hint, one friend will betray at the end. I'll pick randomly from your submissions, so beware!] 2. Choosing between Leafstorm, Iciclepelt, and Swirlingfur [the marble tom], who would you pick to deliver a prophecy for the main character? 3. Should our main character have a lover? If you think so, say "Black Smoke Love" in the comments!
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