First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1298721032/ Next: Soon! Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1310221882/ 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?
5-Cross Cross lay in her bed of soaked moss and leaves and branches, not wanting to open her eyes. All she felt was wetness. Water surrounding her nest, seeping through her shrub den onto her head. She didn’t really care. Brindle’s words kept echoing in her mind. *You are the reason your family is miserable.* Was it true? Her existence had caused her family to lie about her actual family. If she weren’t alive, maybe everyone would be a bit happier. Cross opened her eyes to a small bundle of leaves. She pawed the bundle until it unravelled to reveal a perfectly dry mouse. Not dry like it would taste bad, but dry that it was not wet, but edible. “Hello?” She called, “Is someone there?” Who would leave this here right in front of me, knowing that I could find it and eat it? She thought. Her belly grumbled, just eat it. You're clearly hungry. Cross decided to eat. She gulped it down hungrily before getting up and wading through the shallow pool of water to high ground. Water. She leaped up a tree. *Ugh, I forgot my nest down there.* She growled to herself. She could see the mess now, floating about the tides, looking very smug that no one could sit in it. Cross slumped in the thick oak tree. “I wanna go home,” she whispered. *No, you don’t.* A little voice in her head hissed. Everyone there is sick of you. “That’s true, I guess.” She said to the voice. “Now go away.” “Who, me?” Called a new voice. Cross jumped at the voice of Jinx, her brother. “Go away, Jinx.” Cross grumbled. The grey tom jumped down to the branch his sister sat on. “Why? You love me, as I am the best brother ever who also always knows what’s best for you, so I will be staying here.” He curled his tail around his paws. “So, what’s wrong?” He asked obnoxiously. Cross’ tail lashed, “How can you be happy right now?” She cried. “Our parents aren’t even our parents, my friends hate me for no reason, and I just never want to go back.” Jinx sat down and let his tail hang from the tree. “Yeah, it's rough. Buuuut, I can guarantee that I know a better place!” He stood up again. “Here, lemme show you what me and Creek and the boys found!” Cross hesitated for a moment, and then followed her littermate into the shallows. When they arrived at the end of the woods, Jinx let her look up at the tallest Twoleg contraption she had ever seen. “Woah.” She breathed. “What is it?” She asked as Jinx let her down a dirt path. “It's called...a barn.” He said, his amber eyes shone with delight. “Cross.” He began, “Tonight,” he paused for a very Jinx-like dramatic effect, “We’re leaving home.”
