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MidReal Story
The two legged human
Scenario:I Amber Dysart female human two leg with brown hair and brown eyes I ran though the forest as fast as my legs could carry me till I couldn't run anymore, I fell to the ground very tired and wore out. I then head the sound of someone coming my way! I looked for a place to hided but I could not find one. I sighed as the sound got closer and closer. I then saw it was a bunch of wild cats. I backed up, for I was scared as heck. One of the cats then spoke.
"You!, Twoleg!, what are you doing in Thuderclan!!!!???" They asked me. I looked at the cat shocked I could understand what it had just asked.
I put my hands in the air showing them I mean them no harm.
The orange and white cat looked at me. It didn't look like it trusted me.
I took a deep breath before speaking, "My name is Amber" I tell them.
They all looked at me shocked that I could understand them.
A white tom stepped forward.
"Greetings Amber, My name is Whitestorm and we are cats from Thuderclan" Whitestorm tells me.
The orange and white cat looks at me. "And I am Tigerclaw"
I gasped as I heard his name. He had the same name as a Indian from a book called I Am Regina did. My mind was blown. Whitestorm looked at me.
"We will take you to our leader Bluestar" Whitestorm told me.
I nodded my head a little nervous. I was going to meet their leader! And I knew for a fact she wouldn't like me! I was scared to death!!!
Whitestorm told me to follow them. I nodded again and did as he said and followed them. We walked for hours!! We then made it to the camp. Boy was I ever nervous!!! My legs were legit shaking!!! I gulped as I followed them into the camp. All the cats that were there looked right at me!!! Even a blue cat who I assumed was Bluestar looked right at me!!! I felt like I was going to pass out!! Cause everyone was starring right at me!!!
I gulped as the blue cat asked who I was. Whitestorm told her my name and then she turned to me. I thought to myself "Oh shit!!!" I said in my head. My legs were really shaking now.
"Hello Amber" Bluestar said.
I gulped a little.
"Hi" I said in a shaky voice.
"Do not be scared Amber, I will not hurt you and neither will my warriors" She said looking at me then at Tigerclaw.
I sighed in relief, glad she wasn't going to.
I told her I would leave if she wanted me to but she did not want me to. I was surprised she didn't.
"I have never met a twolegged that could understand us before' She started off. Then she added, "Would you like to join Thunderclan?" She asks me.
I looked at her shocked.
"But I'm not a cat?" I tell her.
"I know, But I still want you to join" Bluestar said.
"Ok" I sad. "I well join" I added.
All the cats looking looked shocked. Tigerclaw looked mad as hell. I sighed as Lionheart showed me to were I would be sleeping. I was sad Tigerclaw didn't trust me. Once it got dark, I tired my best to sleep but I just couldn't sleep. I walked out of the den and sat in the middle of the camp and sighed. I started crying softly, Not knowing Tigerclaw was behind me. "Amber?, what's wrong?" I hear someone say. I turn my head to see Tigerclaw standing there. I looked away from him, sighing.
Tigerclaw sighed and sat next to me and place his paw on my shoulder. I looked at him.
"Are you sad because I don't trust you?" Tigerclaw asks me.
I nodded my head as I looked away and cried.
Tigerclaw smirked, when he saw it was true.
"You could turn on us!!!" He yelled at me. I cried more and more.
"I would never do that!!!!" I cried out in tears.
Tigerclaw continues to look at me.
"I will never trust you!!!!" Tigerclaw screamed at me.
I could not stop crying and ran back to my den and cried myself to sleep.
When moring came, Bluestar called everyone for a meeting. Everyone gathered around the high rock.
I looked Bluestar waiting for her to speak. She looks at me before she speaks. "Cats of Thuderclan" She says. "Even though we do not like twolegs, This twolegged can understand us, So that means she is welcomed here, From this day on, till she is giving her name, She will be called Amberpaw!!!" She mewed. I looked at her and smiled. The whole clan started chanting my name, "Amberpaw!, Amberpaw!, Amberpaw!" They all said. Tigerclaw wasn't pleased. I sighed once again.
*Months had passed since I been in the camp and Tigerclaw had tried to get rid of me, He had cut my side which was now bleeding!!!! And my legs were bleeding as well!!, I did not know what to do. Yellowfang had Cinderpelt treat my wounds. Whitestorm, me and a few others had then been chosen to go on patrol to make sure that Riverclan, ShadowClan or Wind clan wasn't near the camp*
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Amber Dysart
nervous, and determined. After running through a forest and being discovered by a group of cats, she learns that she is welcomed to Thunderclan despite their initial fear and confusion. She meets Whitestorm and Tigerclaw, who both show varying levels of hostility and suspicion. Despite the challenges, she attempts to adapt to her new surroundings and prove her loyalty.
Bluestar
calm, and welcoming. Despite initial shock at meeting a twolegged creature that can understand their language, she quickly decides to accept Amber into their clan. She attempts to reassure Amber that she will be safe and welcomes her as part of their family. Her decision defuses tension among the cats and sets the tone for Amber's integration into Thunderclan.
Tigerclaw
resentful, and intimidating. He shows hostility towards Amber from the moment he meets her, viewing her as a threat due to her ability to understand cat language. Despite attempts by other cats to calm him down, he remains furious and confrontational. His fear of Amber leads him to attempt to harm her on multiple occasions, including cutting her side and legs. His presence creates tension and fear in the cat's community.
I ran though the forest as fast as my legs could carry me, I was so scared I didn't want to get caught by the cats.
I ran and ran till I couldn't run anymore, I fell on the ground very tired and wore out.
I then heard someone or something coming my way, I looked around but I couldn't see anything.
I then heard it again, I looked around but still didn't see anything.
I then heard it again, I looked around and saw that it was a bunch of wild cats.
I backed up scared as heck, trying to find a place to hide.
But sadly there wasn't one, so I just stood there showing them my hands in the air.
The orange and white cat stepped forward.
"You!, Twoleg!!, what are you doing in Thuderclan!!!!???" He yelled at me.
I looked at him shocked that he could speak.
I looked at him and said "Uh".
He then said "What!!???"!
"You can understand us!!???"!
"Yes" I said looking down at my hands.
The white tom stepped forward and said "My name is Whitestorm and these are cats from Thuderclan".
The orange and white cat then said "And my name is Tigerclaw".
I gasped in shock, he had the same name as an Indian from a book called "I Am Regina".
My mind was blown!!!
Whitestorm told me not to be scared, I nodded my head a little nervous, he told me I would be okay.
I lowered my hands slowly, still shaking from the run.
The cats watched every move I made.
I shifted my weight between my two feet on the forest floor, dead leaves crunching beneath my shoes.
Whitestorm's ears perked up at my introduction, while Tigerclaw's tail lashed back and forth.
The white tom took another step toward me, his blue eyes studying my face.
Behind him, three other cats whispered among themselves, their tails twitching.
A gray tabby peeked out from behind a fallen log.
My throat felt dry as I cleared it, preparing to explain more about myself.
"I'm not here to harm anyone," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Tigerclaw narrowed his eyes, his tone skeptical. "Then why were you running like a fox with its tail on fire?"
Whitestorm glanced at Tigerclaw before turning back to me, his voice softer. "We need to know if you're a threat or if something else is chasing you."
I nodded, sitting down on the fallen log.
My legs still trembled from the run, but Whitestorm's calm presence helped ease my racing heart.
Tigerclaw's glare made me shrink back, but I took a deep breath and continued.
"I was scared y'all were going to hurt me," I said, my voice cracking.
The circle of cats exchanged glances.
Tigerclaw's tail lashed faster as he took a step closer, his teeth bared.
Whitestorm moved between us, his white fur bristling.
"Let's hear them out before we decide," Whitestorm said, his gaze steady and unwavering.
I forced myself to meet Tigerclaw's eyes, even though my hands still shook.
"I'm Amber," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Whitestorm's ears perked up at my name, while Tigerclaw's claws dug into the earth.
I shifted uncomfortably on the log, dead bark crumbling beneath me.
The forest fell silent except for the soft rustling of leaves overhead.
When no one spoke, I cleared my throat and started to stand, but Whitestorm raised his tail, signaling me to stay put.
Tigerclaw's eyes narrowed further, suspicion etched in every line of his face.
"Amber, you say?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Whitestorm interrupted, his tone firm yet gentle. "Amber, do you have any connection to the prophecy we've heard whispers about?"
I stared at Whitestorm, my mind struggling to process his words.
The forest seemed to grow even quieter, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath.
Tigerclaw's tail lashed back and forth against the ground, stirring up dead leaves.
When I didn't answer quickly enough, he stalked closer, his muscles tensed beneath his orange and white fur.
I pressed myself back against the rough bark of the fallen log, splinters catching on my shirt.
Whitestorm stepped forward, his white fur glowing in a shaft of sunlight.
"Amber, please," Whitestorm urged gently, "if you know something, it could change everything for us."
Tigerclaw's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "We don't have time for games; tell us what you know about the prophecy."
I swallowed hard, realizing this was a moment of truth.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I gripped the log tighter as Tigerclaw's shadow loomed over me.
The pressure of their questions, combined with the weight of the prophecy, made my vision blur.
The forest seemed to spin around me, and I fought to form words.
Whitestorm's voice sounded distant, like he was speaking underwater.
I clutched the log with all my strength, but my fingers lost their grip, and I felt myself sliding sideways.
Whitestorm's voice broke through the haze, urgent and clear. "Amber, stay with us; we need to know if you're part of this."
Tigerclaw's impatience flared, his eyes blazing. "If you hold the key to our future, we can't afford your silence any longer."
My grip on the log weakened, black spots dancing across my vision.
Whitestorm's concerned face blurred before me while Tigerclaw's orange form became a smeared shadow.
The forest spun violently, trees whirling like a carousel.
I tried to speak, to tell them I knew nothing about any prophecy, but my tongue felt too heavy.
The last thing I registered was sliding sideways off the log, my shoulder hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Whitestorm's alarmed voice sounded far away, like he was calling from underwater.
The world went dark, and I lost all sense of time.
I felt the cool earth against my cheek as consciousness slowly returned.
Whitestorm's paw gently shook my shoulder, his voice calling me back to the world.
"Amber, can you hear me?"
My head pounded where it had hit the ground, dried leaves stuck to my cheek.
My vision blurred, but I could make out Whitestorm's white fur bent over me, his blue eyes filled with concern.
Tigerclaw was still standing there, his tail lashing back and forth like a whip.
Whitestorm's voice rose with urgency.
"Get help! Now!"
Tigerclaw hesitated for a moment, then turned and disappeared into the undergrowth.
As he vanished, I caught a disgusted backward glance from him.
Whitestorm leaned closer, his voice a soothing balm. "Amber, you're safe now, but we need to understand what happened."
I struggled to focus, my voice barely a whisper. "I... I saw something in the vision, something about the forest's heart."
Whitestorm's eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting within them. "The heart of the forest? That could be the key we've been searching for."
I pressed my palms against my temples, fighting through the lingering headache.
Whitestorm sat patiently beside me while I tried to recall the vision.
The images were fading fast, but I knew I had to share what I saw.
"The vision showed a massive oak tree at the center of the forest," I began, my voice steady now.
"The roots of this tree glowed with an otherworldly blue light. The roots formed a network that spread throughout the entire forest, connecting all the territories."
Whitestorm's ears perked up, his eyes shining with interest.
"Go on," he urged softly.
"In this vision, I saw four distinct colored lights flowing through the roots," I continued.
"One for each clan."
Before I could say more, Tigerclaw returned with Yellowfang, the medicine cat.
Yellowfang was an elderly gray cat with matted fur, her eyes a piercing orange.
She settled cross-legged on the forest floor, her gaze fixed intently on me.
"Tell me more about these lights," Yellowfang said, her voice low and soothing.
I took a deep breath, trying to recall every detail.
"The lights flowed between territories, pulsing with a strange energy. I saw them weaken in certain areas."
Yellowfang's eyes narrowed, her tail twitching.
"What colors were they?" she asked sharply.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the vision.
"The colors were red, blue, yellow, and green," I replied slowly.
"And did you see any patterns in their movement?"
Yellowfang pressed.
"They seemed to pulse and swirl, like blood flowing through veins," I explained.
Yellowfang exchanged a look with Whitestorm, then turned back to me. "Can you tell me more about where the lights weakened?" she asked.
I nodded, trying to recall the vision's details.
"They weakened near the borders of each territory," I said.
"It was as if they were being drained somehow."
Yellowfang's tail twitched again, her eyes narrowing as she considered my words.
Whitestorm stood guard nearby while Tigerclaw paced impatiently in the background, shooting suspicious glances my way.
I knew I had to push through my exhaustion and share every detail of the vision.
I leaned against the tree trunk, still drained from sharing my vision.
Yellowfang continued to ask questions while mixing various herbs in a small bowl nearby.
I couldn't help but notice Tigerclaw's restless pacing.
His tail whipped back and forth, a whip-like motion that accompanied his agitated movements.
He circled our small group, his amber eyes darting distrustful glances my way.
Suddenly, he stopped in front of me, his sudden stillness making me tense.
I braced myself for another hostile confrontation, but instead of anger, I saw something unexpected.
Tigerclaw moved closer, his fur brushing against my arm, his voice low and gentle.
"I'm here if you need me," he murmured softly.
I leaned forward, my hands trembling as I traced patterns in the dirt.
"The red light near Shadowclan's border turned almost black," I explained, marking an X in the soil.
Tigerclaw sat beside me, his orange fur brushing against my arm as he studied my crude map.
His sudden gentleness made me uneasy - it felt wrong after his earlier hostility.
Yet, I kept talking, detailing how the blue light faded to gray where Riverclan's territory meets the others.
Yellowfang's eyes narrowed as she watched my fingers mark each weakened point, while Whitestorm's tail twitched with growing concern.
Yellowfang studied my crude dirt map one final time before standing decisively.
"These markings match ancient prophecies," she muttered, then turned to Whitestorm.
"We need to take her to Bluestar immediately."
My heart pounded as Tigerclaw's fur bristled against my arm.
He rose smoothly, his newfound gentleness still evident.
"I'll escort her," he purred, but Whitestorm stepped between us.
"We'll all go," he said firmly.
I struggled to my feet, still dizzy from the vision, and Whitestorm positioned himself on my left while Yellowfang took the lead.
I stumbled along the forest path between Whitestorm and Yellowfang, my legs still weak from the vision.
Tigerclaw followed close behind, his breath hot on the back of my neck.
The dense undergrowth opened to reveal Thunderclan's camp - a sheltered clearing surrounded by towering rock walls.
Cats of all colors paused their activities to stare as we entered.
Some backed away, while others craned their necks to get a better look.
A blue-gray she-cat emerged from a cave high in the rocks, her piercing gaze fixed intently on me.
My heart pounded as Yellowfang guided me toward the base of the cliff where Bluestar waited.
I stood nervously at the base of the cliff while Yellowfang explained my vision to Bluestar.
The blue-gray leader's piercing gaze made me fidget with the hem of my shirt as cats gathered around us in a wide circle.
When Yellowfang mentioned the colored lights and territory borders, Bluestar's ears perked up with interest.
She descended from her perch, her deliberate pawsteps sending ripples through the gathered cats.
Bluestar approached me slowly, circling once, twice, studying me from every angle.
Behind me, I heard Tigerclaw's claws scraping against stone.
Finally, she stopped directly in front of me.
Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, forcing me to meet her gaze.
"Welcome to Thunderclan," she declared, her voice echoing through the clearing.
The gathered cats erupted into a chant, their voices echoing off the stone walls.
"Amberpaw! Amberpaw! Amberpaw!"
Bluestar stepped closer, her blue-gray fur glowing in the afternoon light.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breathing shallow and rapid.
Despite my exhaustion from the vision and trek to camp, a warmth spread through my chest as she raised her head to meet mine.
When she touched her nose to my forehead in blessing, I couldn't help but smile up at her, even as I heard Tigerclaw's low growl from somewhere in the crowd.
Bluestar's voice softened, barely audible over the chanting.
"Amberpaw, your vision holds secrets that could change our future," she said, her eyes searching mine for understanding.
Tigerclaw's growl grew louder, and he stepped forward, his eyes narrowing.