This is from the detailed point of view of Rose...
Rose walked along the thunderpath with her sister, Blossom. They had been traveling to no avail at finding a home. Rose sighed as her paws sank into deep mud. “Blossom, we can’t keep going like this. We have no prey to even catch along this area. We are going to die here” Rose mewed with little hope. “Have faith my sister, the cats of the sky came to me in my dreams and told me to follow the path of the sinking sun.” Blossom replied to her sister’s fears. The monsters raced about in the same direction as them, each time they went by they ruffled her fur forward. Their stench clogging her scent glands. Weakened even more by the time it was dusk, and they found a place under a thin bush. The rain started half-way during the night and Rose easily woke from her sleep. Cold, wet, hungry, and too exhausted to move, Rose thought “Why are we leaving our small stretch of forest home for a dream?” This tormented her throughout the night.
Morning came fast and Rose still wasn’t feeling strong. Her pelt was ragged and so was Blossom’s, but they didn’t have the energy to clean them. As they came over a hill, Rose spotted something spectacular that almost made the whole trip worthwhile. It was a massive forest, stretching miles beyond the horizon. The two raced joyfully down the hill to the nearest bit of land. Rose paused before entering the lush forest, thick with plants. She took a breath and padded in. Blossom had gone ahead and had caught an extremely fat mouse. They gobbled it down in a few famished gulps. Wandering around the forest they gazed in wonder, they also passed grassy fields lush with flowers and bountiful prey. Finally, the two cats came to a small clearing made my closely aligned gnarled trees. At the back was a massive rock with a cave fit for a cat or two. They settled down together in that cave and soon were both fast asleep.
Rose twitched and opened her eyes, Blossom stirring too. The moon had risen to the highest point and a shimmering cat stood before them. “Ashflight!” Blossom mewed happily to the cat. Rose looked stunned, this cat her sister saw was real? “Greetings, I have brought you here for a reason…” She took a deep breath and it was like the sound of the wind. “I am from a clan, a great clan…that was broken and forever destroyed…I want you to build a new clan, gathering cats like rouges, loners, or kittypets that are willing to join. One of you will be chosen to lead and name this clan, and now here is everything you need to know…”
Rose awoke beside Blossom and they exchanged a glance. They set out, and met Zephyr, Banjo, Celia, Mel and her kits, Scratchy, Nali, and Pike, who were all rouges of loners. At a twolegplace they met Gaze, Lily, Fiona, and Clamshell. They set up a meeting for that night.
“Cats of all places, we are here to join together as a clan,…Zephyr was given a dream from Starclan, and will be a Medicine Cat, his new name is Goosewing! Let the rest of you receive your names! Banjo, your new name will be Blackfire! Celia is now Swanfoot and Mel is Fogmist! Scratchy is now Thornkit, Nali is now Hollykit, and Pike is now Oakkit! Gaze will be Tornheart and Lily will be Lilypaw! Fiona is now Strayfire and Clamshell is Stonepaw! Welcome new members!” Blossom yowled. Rose then mewed “I will be Rosepetal and Blossom will be Blossomwing!” and then added “One of us will be choosen leader of this clan, but first I will give mentors to our apprentices! Lilypaw’s mentor will be Tornheart and Stonepaw’s will be Strayfire!” Blossom nodded and lept from the Tall Stone, which the two had named together. The aprentices were touching noses with their mentors.
It was very late so Blossom and Rose retired to their den along with the other cats, who separated to theirs. “Wait” Blossom mewed before Rose could lay down her head. “We have to figure out who’s leader.” Blossom mewed. “I can b-“ they both said in unison. Frowns fell across their faces and the settled down at opposite sides of the den. This fighting went on for days and the sisters didn’t talk to each other, but they fought a lot. One day almost toward the end of green-leaf the two met when they were out hunting alone. Growling Rose said “I will be the leader of ROSEclan” Blossom yowled at her and charged into battle. Leaping and rolling and clawing they flew around the clearing until Rose held Blossom down, her torn ear bleeding a lot. Blossom threw Rose off and stormed away. Rose sat down awhile, flicking her tail angrily.
A few minutes later she heard Blossom yowling, and for that time their fighting was forgotten. Rose raced in the direction Blossom disappeared, but skidded to a quick stop. Her blood went cold. On a tree there were claw marks, and below it a den fresh with fox scent. Rose snapped back and raced onward to a high cliff. She padded slowly to the edge…and grief filled her eyes. At the bottom of the high cliff lay her sister, still on sandy floor. She would find the fox, she promised herself and her sister.
She followed it’s scent trail to a flowering tree and a clear pond. It backed against the tree screeching it’s weird language at her. She lunged for it’s throat and killed it with no mercy. It had killed her sister. When the fox stopped convulsing and lay silent and still, she felt her sister’s pelt brush her own. She breathed in her sister’s scent and mewed “Oh, Blossom…” Like a calm breeze was Blossom’s reply, “ I will help guide you through your leadership of our clan,…Roseclan”
This is pretty much what goes on, but I shortened the naming ceremony for all our sakes. Hope you guys liked it!
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