First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1298721032/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1308591068/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1298721032/ Uhm, Scratch won't let me put the whole story in the notes and credits, so when you've finished the part in the notes and credits, go fullscreen in the project and press right arrow... Warning-There will be themes of bl00d, v!0l3nc3, and d34th throughout the course of this tale, as this is based off Warriors. If you are sensitive to any of these elements, I would advise that you don't read ahead. This is a story of three cats: Ana is a farm-born queen in a colony of mousers. After the fire that threatened her and her family's lives, Ana decides to join a newcoming family of peaceful loners on their travels. Not regretting a thing, she becomes part of their small family and walks the long trail home with them. Unfortunately, Ana soon discovers life beyond the farm isn’t as easy as she had expected, with loss and famine and pain among the path to a new home, but she must persevere. Cross, a loner-born queen cat, has just discovered she’s been lied to all her life. Her parents aren’t who they say, friends turn against her, and she runs away with her brothers, seeking refuge on a farm. She meets new friends and forms fresh bonds with new cats, and travels with them all the way to a new place the Cross has only heard of. But the challenge has only just started when they arrive to a grief and panic-stricken Clan. The newly forged family must find a way to restore peace to the place they wish to call home. Kotapaw—a forest-born ThunderClan apprentice-queen, has just started to train under her leader when she witnesses his murder by an unexpected criminal. When no other Clan offers help, all hope seems lost for Kotapaw’s Clan, until a family of long-lost Clanmates returns home moons after their ascendants left. Kotapaw becomes close to them and asks for their assistance to help mend the broken Clan of Thunder. She and her new-found friends must work hard to fix what is broken, while hunting for a murderer and his mate. Will the three succeed in their goals? Or will they become an example of a departed story of three, either way, never forgotten?
I ask that there is no remixing unless it's a reaction, and please, no hate if you aren't a fan of my series 2-Cross *No. Nonono this can’t be happening. WHAT IS HAPPENING?* Cross stared at her father, Robincrest, and her mother—or the cat she thought was her mother. Leafshine’s amber eyes flickered with sadness, seeming to say, *I’m sorry.* Leafshine’s sister, Rubyheart, showed no regret in her confession. Rubyheart was Cross’ mother, and that meant Cross and her siblings were half kittypet. Cross stormed out of the abandoned fox den, not bothering to respond to the grown cats’ calls. She was going to find her friends. Of course, they wouldn’t understand, but they would at least try to, she hoped. As Cross raced through the forest, oncoming rain pelted her cream and black fur. She ran until she reached the small den of Starling, a small black and white speckled tomcat, who lived with his brother and his stepfather. Sometimes, Cross would spend the night at Starling’s den, in the spare nest in the corner. Today, when she arrived, Starling’s stepfather, Sage, was there. He informed her that Starling would be hunting with his brother and some friends. Dale, Starling’s brother (Sage’s son), was friendlier than his father, and greeted her warmly when Cross found him and Starling and Brindle. Brindle was another close friend, but today, she rolled her eyes when Cross approached. “What do you want?” She demanded. Cross stepped back. “Oh, uhm...sorry. I just wanted to talk, but if you have better things to do...?” “Well, we were only hunting,” Starling interrupted, walking to clear a space under a bush for them all to sit. “We can talk. What happened?” He motioned for Cross to sit next to him. Brindle followed reluctantly to lie on Starling’s other side, while Dale huddled next to Cross. The cream queen nestled her head between her paws and explained that Ruby had told her and her brothers, Creek and Jinx, that Leafshine was her father’s second mate. Cross’ father and Ruby were former kittypets. Robin had been an adoptive littermate to Ruby when she first arrived in Twolegplace. They had escaped the Twoleg home they had lived in, the two had been caught in the territory of a feral cats group and were taken in to become warriors. They trained until they became Robincrest and Rubyheart. The joy hadn’t lasted long, though. Soon after Robincrest was made deputy, the two had an argument. Robincrest decided to leave Rubyheart with a new mate, Leafshine, the medicine cat. But Rubyheart followed them, as she was expecting kits and was due any day now. Rubyheart gave birth in a storm just like the one the friends were sheltering in now, and if Leafshine hadn’t found Rubyheart in the moment she had, Cross, Creek, and Jinx wouldn’t be alive. The three adult cats agreed (quite stubbornly) that Robincrest and Leafshine would act as the kits’ parents, and Rubyheart would be a close friend, like an aunt, and they would never reveal anything. Until now. Cross didn’t realize she was crying until Starling laid his tail over her back, as if to calm her from trembling. She dared not look up, in case something terrible waited for her, but after a while, Brindle growled and lashed her tail. “Who cares about your stupid story?” She hissed. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. *You* didn’t lose your parents.” Brindle’s paw pointed at herself. “*You* aren’t forced to live with a stepfather who hates you,” she moved her paw to rest on Starling’s. “*Your* mother isn’t dead!” She glanced at Dale. She stood up and marched to stand in front of Cross, who had turned up her head to look at her friend in shock. “No one here has had a better life than you! But do you see us complaining? We don’t deserve this! And you act like you don't deserve this. You are the sole reason that your family is miserable and had to lie to their other kits.” Starling suddenly thrusted himself between the queens, his tail still touching Cross. “Cross is only a kit, too. She’s younger than you!” Brindle arched her back and stalked away. “Fine then, Cross. If you’re going to be that way, then you won’t be seeing me around until you’re ready to apologize!” She flicked her lilac and grey spotted tail and set off through the rain. “Starling, Dale, are you coming, or are you going to follow this dank storm cloud around?” Starling reluctantly withdrew his tail and joined Brindle, not meeting either of his friends’ eyes. Dale gave Cross an apologetic look of guilt and followed the two. Cross watched as her friends walked away from her, leaving her alone. *Not again...* She thought.
