This is my creation :D Olmkit blinked his eyes open, shuffling his small paws woozily. "You were out like a light!" Jayheart laughed. She picked him up by the scruff and brought him to her arms, laying him on the moss bed. "A-Aren't I supposed to be an apprentice tomorrow?" Olmkit stammered, blinking under the glare of sunhigh. His tail ruffled. "Ah, yes. Not today, though, so don't get your hopes up!" Olmkit was a scruffy thing. His fur was fuzzy, and one of his ears torn slightly. He kind of looked like a graham cracker of sorts. His pelt was a bright brown, highlighted in white on his head fluff, nose, and underbelly. He lived in Riverclan. It was a nice place, rivers flowing through the camp and plentiful prey throughout all four seasons. The day flew by, almost as fast as a fighter jet. The sun morphed to the moon and the light of day became pitch black. "Olmkit, it's time for bed!" Kestreltalon yowled out. She was a queen, still pregnant with 4 kits, she kept telling the clan. "Yes, sweetie!" Jayheart meowed. Jayheart was Olmkit's mother. His father had died from greencough before he was born. "Aw! I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight!" he whined. "And why's that?" Jayheart pondered, beckoning Olmkit's slumped figure. "I'm too excited of being an apprentice!" "I'll get Vinejay to fetch you some poppy seeds." Jayheart padded away. The gorse tunnel still smelled of her after a bit, and Olmkit became nervous. Some cat walked into the nursery, but it wasn't Jayheart. Finally, the bluish queen came in the tunnel with little red seeds. Olmkit snarfed them down and immediately fell asleep. The sun shone brightly on Olmkit's pelt. His eyes narrowed at the clearing. He was in camp, but no one was there except for him. Then he heard something, a screech. It sounded like his mom! Sweat collected on his paws, making it almost impossible to run. The wind was overpowering. He pelted around the corner, where he saw his mother laying limp on the mud... "MOM!" Olmkit screamed, jumping to his feet. He whipped his head around, panicking when he saw no one there. Then his eyes adjusted, and he realized that Jayheart's breathing chest was next to him. She was still asleep. "Just a bad dream, r-right," Olmkit mumbled to himself, wary. He padded out to the clearing, his paws making no dent on the dirty ground. The sun had not yet come up yet. He noticed someone upon the Rockpile. "Hey, little kit," murmured the figure. "Hi, Brushstar!" "I'm not going to wake everyone for this. Now, you're my apprentice, Olmpaw." "W-What?! I want a proper ceremony!" "No. Now you can leave camp if I allow you, and right now, you may." "Why?" Olmpaw growled harshly. "There's a tornado." "W-WHAT?!" He blinked up at the leader, "HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS?" "It's... It's driven out Windclan and Shadowclan, and it's headed towards us." "I-I... you know what? You're as bad as Tigerclaw. Not saving your clanmates?! What fox dung." Olmpaw whipped his head to the center of the clearing, growling as loud as his lion ancestors. He let out a roar, rumbling the Earth. Even Brushstar looked at him in bewilderment. Every cat, kit, and animal shuffled outside. "I, Olmpaw, declare that we are no longer safe under Brushstar's rule." "What have you to decide that?!" Hillclaw yowled out from the crowd. "She was going to leave you all to die! Do you want her as our leader?!" The clan blinked and mumbled hushed agreements. "Now, WE ALL HAVE TO EVACUATE! THERE'S A TORNADO ON THE WAY!" Immediately, Olmpaw ran into the gorse tunnel, all of Riverclan following. He ran long and far, to the mountains. They nested in a cave, plentiful with prey. They'd live at least for another 20 moons here. I'm sad to say Olmpaw only lived 1. A moon later, Olmpaw was thriving, loved by every member as the smartest. The clan had broken down; no more warrior code. Olmpaw was now the leader of what he named Mountainclan. He died from suffocation, being trapped under a boulder and crushed. Olmpaw lived longer in their hearts, his bravery loved and honored by everyone. He was known as the smartest apprentice ever.
It starts off slow-sorry
