First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1298721032/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1310213785/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1308591068/ 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?
4-Ana Ana stared up in horror at the huge red farm-eater. Her instincts screamed to run, but her body wouldn’t move. The creature stared back at her for a moment, then slowly began to move towards her. Ana let out a squeak of fright and bolted away. She didn’t know where she was going, but anywhere was better than here, so she ran through the tall stalks of wheat and jumped over mud puddles until she collided with a slightly larger brown cat. The two tumbled through the grass and dirt until they dropped into a ditch. Ana realized her eyes had been closed and opened them, only to discover Bird lying on top of her. “Ugh! Get off!” Ana tried to get up but collapsed under the bigger cat. Not fair, she thought. I’m not even that much smaller than him... “Sorry!” Bird exclaimed, scrambling to his paws. “I was, uh, trying to find my way back when you, er, bumped into me.” Ana was finally able to rise to her own paws and shake herself out to look at Bird. “Sorry about that,” she apologized. “I was also trying to get home. There were farm-eaters out there.” “Why were you out there, anyways?” Bird sat down, trying not to look at Ana, who lay down on the other side of the trench. “I was up too late; I guess earlier than sunrise is too late for my mother. She told me to go get my own food in the fields. Then I headed to the river and then bumped into the farm-eater and then bumped into you and ended up here.” She sighed, hoping Mother was worried. Knowing her, she’s probably overjoyed. She thought bitterly. Bird curled up, as if he had heard her thought. “I’m sorry that happened.” He mumbled. “Y’know, I saw you by the river, and when I was walking back, I saw the farm-eater. I should have gone back to warn you.” He covered his head with his paws. Ana shook her head and went to sit next to him. “Not your fault,” she said, whacking his tail with hers. “If anything, it's my mother’s fault for sending me out when there was more than enough food in the barn. Or my fault for not sneaking something, like I usually do.” At her comment, Bird lifted his head and looked at her. “What do you mean, usually?” His ears twitched. Ana spent some time explaining how Mother practically hated her first litter, how Ana’s father had died, and maaaaaaaybe she had overshared a bit about how sometimes she dreamed of the forest and leaving her family behind. When she was finished, Bird’s blue-green eyes were wide. “Oh, wow.” He whispered. “I...I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” He instinctively twined their tails together, like Ana’s littermates had done in the past, when Mother would shout at them, or if any of them had been upset. Note: Other families do that too. She thought. Bird looked away and scooted a bit farther from her. “Sorry. It's a family thing.” “It's fine. My family—er my littermates do that too.” After that, they sat in silence for a bit, before Ana realized that the moon was coming out. “Should we stay here tonight, do you think?” She asked Bird, who nodded. “Yeah, good idea. The farm-eaters only come once every moon, so we’re definitely safe as of tomorrow.” He curled back into a ball of brown striped fur and closed his eyes. “Good night, Ana.” He yawned. Ana hesitated before replying, “Night, Bird.” She moved back to her spot at the edge of the ditch, but not so far away that one of them would have to walk over to poke the other awake. For a while, Ana lay there, watching the moon and the stars dance in the clear night sky. Eventually, her thoughts drifted to her family. Were they safe? Were her littermates worried? Was Mother worried? Her mind paced in a circle of worry before she saw Bird’s long tail reach over, just stretching out to the space between them, and violet flowers began to bloom everywhere his tail touched. What the—what is that? Ana rose up and inched away from the flowers, away from Bird. The brown tom began to mumble to himself. “They’re fine, Ana...It’s safe there,” At her name, Ana froze. She cautiously stepped through the blooming flower patch and poked him. “Bird.” She whispered. “Bird, wake up.” When he stayed still, she sighed and grabbed a small stick that was almost overthrown by flowers. She poked him with it. Hard. She dropped the stick and it clattered to the ground. “Bird, get up, it's me, Ana.” The other cat jolted awake and the flowers withdrew to his body as quickly as they had appeared. “What the—Ana, hi. What happened?” Bird sat up, yawning. Ana stared at him with a face that probably looked ridiculous, with anger and fear and surprise and ferocity. She looked at him dead in the eye. “I want you to tell me what just happened and what is wrong with you.”
