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1 NEW BLOOD - TRAPPED Chapter 1 on June 12th 2015, 2:25 pm

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This began as part of a contest part, but looks like the contest is delayed a bit. So I have decided to post Gentleoak's tale.  Going to keep things simple here. Just the story!
Link to NEW BLOOD character list page 

The Prompt: Blizzard: Cold, unforgiving, harsh, and unrelenting
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The NEW BLOOD Character List page Link


CHAPTER ONE
 

Gentlekit snuggled against his mother’s fluffy red-cream  belly after a busy day of play. His newly-opened eyes drank in the world around him that whole day and his brain swam with bright images, sounds and scents of his home. He yawned, exhausted and happy. He turned his head upside down and pressed his fluffy body against his mother, enjoying the warmth of his littermates, as they gathered around him for a well-deserved nap. His sister Indikit, kicked him, and he raised his head as she rolled to the outside of the pile of huge fuzzy kittens.

“Brat,” he mewed at her, and she only growled in response. He dropped his head and promptly fell asleep.

His vision cleared, and harsh cold, white, grey and black surrounded him, howling in relentless fury, driving stinging hard white particles into his face. Fear thumped his heart, and he mewled in terror, his long fuzzy coat puffing up in response to the bitter wind. A grey wraith trotted out of the swirling grey, yellow eyes shining like twin suns in a snub-nosed face.  He sat in the icy-cold, fluffy, white stuff that covered the ground, mesmerized.

“Ah, little one,” the gravelly voice meowed, and the grey form materialized into an old she-cat with long, rumpled, messy grey fur. “You show such a strong mind so early.”

“I’m scared!” Gentlekit wailed. “I want my Kyemama!”

“Don’t be such a coward,” the she-cat snapped with irritation, then softened her features.    “Sorry little one. I am not used to seeing such young ones here.”

“Where am I?” Gentlekit mewed, shaking with cold. “Who are you?”

“I am Yellowfang, from StarClan.” The old cat sat down. “Don’t fret. This is but a vision from your own future you brought with you. But to conquer what will be, you must speak up for yourself, and have confidence in your abilities.”

“I don’t understand,” Gentlekit wailed, fear paralyzing his big tufted paws.

“Your nature is soft, and gentle, but you must learn, in some instances to be unrelenting, and harsh to get cats to obey your commands.” Yellowfang tilted her head, her gold eyes blazing like beacons in the frigid winds. “As medicine cat, you must be harsh sometimes, like the very snow you sit in.”

“How? Med-med-i-cine-cat?” Gentlekit asked, trying to calm his racing heart. As he did so, he realized the cold bit less intensely.

“That’s it, little one. This is in your mind after all. You have the control,” Yellowfang purred, then whirled, and trotted away into the swirling white and grey landscape.

“NO! Come back!” Gentlekit leaped up, spraying the weird white stuff into the air.

Be strong, Gentlekit.” Laughter drifted back to him out of the murk. “Or they will call you Gentlemouse as a warrior one day!”

“Gentlemouse?” He hissed in sudden outrage, shook himself, and woke up. He saw his mother’s copper-gold eyes peering down at him from a huge red tabby face. Her ruff bristled with concern.

“Gentlekit?” Kyemama asked, worry in her purr.

“I’m ok, Kyemama,” Gentlekit stretched, ignoring protests from sleeping siblings. “I think I went to StarClan!”                

“What?” Kyemama exclaimed.

“I saw all white and grey, and it was so cold. A cat came, and said she was from Starclan.” Gentlekit yawned cavernously, his eyelids heavy.

“What cat?” Kyemama’s voiced sharpened, but Gentlekit’s head dropped to his paws.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Gentlekit murmured, and her voice faded in his ears, as he dropped off into slumber.

 
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Author of Warrior fan fiction,
NEW BLOOD-Born of Smoke & Fire and all its spinoffs and one shots. 
Author of KHAN: A MAINE COON

Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

2 NEW BLOOD - TRAPPED Chapter 2 on June 12th 2015, 2:30 pm

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Chapter Two
 
“Kyemama! We’re hungry!” Demonkit announced, his long tail straight up behind him. His white muzzle, throat and paws stood out in the darkness of the den. Phantomkit flanked his brother, his white markings mirroring Demonkit’s, but black tabby stripes over dark grey broke the illusion of twinning. Gentlekit sat up, waiting as, Kyemama, now known as Kyepaw to ThunderClan, purred and stretched out in her nest. Gentlekit flicked his ears, thinking how she will always be Kyemama to him.

“Come and drink, my kits, but soon, you will learn to eat fresh kill.”

“I’ll be the best hunter!” Phantomkit bragged.

“No! I will be!” Demonkit argued, and Kyemama’s purrs pulsed with laughter. Gentlekit watched the friendly rivalry between his two largest brothers, feeling envy, but then remembered how much his milk brother Rainkit liked him. He and his siblings nursed, and Kyemama flinched, as his newly erupted milk teeth pinched her skin.

“Sorry,” Gentlekit murmured, and his mother licked his head.

“Your kits grow so big and strong!” Millie commented. “My two are so small in comparison.”

“Your kits thrive.” Kyemama faced the old queen. “Remember, we Maine Coons produce very large kits. Don’t compare them. Greykit and Rainkit are healthy and well!”

“Yes, you are right. I keep thinking they are behind, but, they aren’t, are they,” Millie said. “And thanks to your milk! If not for you, my kits never would have made it this far. I don’t have enough milk even with the borage Jayfeather makes me eat. Not enough for only two kits! Just dreadful. I really am too old to be having kits.” Millie’s eyes widened as her kits squealed. Long-haired pale grey Rainkit wailed.

“Millieee! We hungry!”

“So sorry, my little ones,” Millie mewed. “Go to Kyemama. She will feed you.”

The two kits scurried to Kyemama, and bravely jostled Demonkit and Indikit. Demonkit moved away, and sat down, blinking. Indikit hissed between clenched jaws, her white legs latching on to Kyemama’s tummy. Gentlekit stopped nursing and glared at Indkit.

“Rainkit, over here!” Gentlekit called out. Rainkit ran over and took Gentlekit’s spot, avoiding Gentlekit’s tabby and white brat of a sister.

“Stop that!” Phantomkit bopped his sister on the head with a big fuzzy white paw. “Rainkit and Greykit need to eat! Remember?”

“No! I’m not full yet!” Indikit protested. “They can wait.”

“Look at your round belly!” Phantomkit cuffed his sister on the head again. “Don’t be so selfish!”

When Indikit growled, refusing to let Greykit feed, Phantomkit pounced on her, forcing her away.

“Owww,” Kyemama hissed, as Indikit’s teeth and claws scratched her belly. She tapped Indikit with a big paw on the kit’s exposed white belly. “Stop being such a brat and learn to share!”

“Okaaay!" Indikit wailed, and rolled over, her dark-brown tabby back visible again. Jet-black striped her head before mingling in the thick puffy fur of her rumpled back. She shook herself and pounced on Phantomkit The two wrestled on the moss bedding, and Indikit's loud squalls of rage echoed in the den. Gentlekit watched, and shook his head, flattening his ears.

“You show her, Phantomkit!” Gentlekit moved closer to the scuffle, ignoring the talk between his mother and Millie, until a snippet caught his attention.            

“Indikit is just a brat.” Kyemama eclaimed.

“She will be pawful, even for your huge ones,” Millie mewled with laughter, laying next to Kyepmama “If she channels that wild side, she will be a fine warrior one day.”

“Not if I flatten her out first!” Kyepaw bared her fangs. “She will . . .”

A commotion erupted out in camp,  as cat screeching filled the air. Genetlekit leaped to his feet and dodged sideways into his mother, his long fuzzy golden-brown tabby coat bristling into spikes.

“Foxes!” Leafpool’s wail echoed across the clearing. “Demon B! Briarlight! Get inside now!”

“They will not get past me!” Gentlekit heard his father snarl.

“ThunderClan warriors!!! Attack!” Gentlekit recognized Bramblestar’s yowl. “They’re running for the queen’s den! Head them off!”

Terror flashed through Gentlekit. What rushed in to eat them?

“They dare think they can eat our kits?” Kyemama hissed with wrath. “Not while I breathe!” She leaped up, shaking the kits free, and jumped for the entrance.

“NO! Kyemama! Don’t leave us!” Gentlekit wailed, huddling against his sister, Smokekit. Smokekit trembled, and she shifted her long legs in dread.

“No!” Millie wailed in sheer terror. “Come back!”

“Kyepaw, NO! If something happens to you. . . ” Daisy shrieked, ranging herself in front of Millie. Kyemama turned, and hissed at Gentlekit and his siblings.

“Go to Millie and Daisy! NOW!” Gentlekit and his littermates scurried back to Daisy’s flank. They watched Kyemama dash into danger, and Gentlekit saw everything through the entrance.

“NOBODY hurts our kits or my friends!” His mother snarled, and plunged forward, her long pelt  puffing out. “Nothing threatens our kits! I’ll rip them apart!” Kyemama screeched, racing ahead, as two red doglike creatures raced toward the den. Gentlekit swelled with pride at his mother’s bravery in the face of such danger. She shrieked, and launched herself at the biggest fox. Its yellow eyes widened, showing whites, but before it changed course, Kyemama smashed into it, and extended her massive claws, latching onto her enemy. She bowled the fox over, and pounced, slashing.  Her claws ripped open  its face, drawing blood that poured from deep slashes. One claw tore an eye. Ruddy fur flew in every direction as. Kyemama renewed her attack, her massive forepaws blurs as she pummeled her enemy. She extended her claws fully, rending and tearing at her enemy, holding back nothing. Blood spattered the fox and Kyemama’s fur. She tore without mercy into the fox’s belly and flanks, furrowing deep gashes into its flesh.

“Leave us alone, and never ever attack our kits again!” she shrieked. The fox rolled over, and managed to get its legs beneath it, and with a shrill yap, fled Kyemama’s onslaught. Its mate and half grown pup wiggled free of enraged warriors and escaped out of the camp entrance.
Gentlekit’s father, Demon B, stretched out in front of the medicine cat’s den, his fur puffed up so he looked twice his already impressive size, and he completely blocked the entrance. His staccato growl echoed across the camp, and with one lightning swipe of his enormous healthy paw, he slapped a little fox across the hollow, scouring her pelt with deep gashes. The fox rolled over several times, laying sprawled on the ground, stunned, before jumping up and scurrying out a small gap in the barrier..

Kyemama slapped the big fox one last blow before it bounded away, leaving deep gashes on its rump. She walked over to her mate and sat down, regaining her breath. Gentlekit and his siblings crowded the entrance, afraid to come out, yet he wanted to rush to his mother.

“Great Starclan!” Lionblaze exclaimed, as cats crowded Kyemama. “You beat him witless!”

“Fine battle!” Cinderheart added. “I had my doubts about you. Too big to move quick, I thought. Wrong!”

“Excellent job!” Poppyfrost exclaimed, her eyes gleaming. “I always wondered how a big soft kittypet might fight! I’m impressed.”

“Fine work, youngin!” Purdy’s voice called out, as he squeezed between Cherryfall and Blossomfall. “Kits’ll hear this story fer many seasons!”

“I only thought to protect the kits,” Kyemama stammered, and Gentlekit jumped to run to her as the entire Clan praised her and Demonpoppa’s actions. Daisy grabbed him by the ruff.

“Patience,” the cream coloerd she-cat mewed.

“Great battle,” Bramblestar meowed, and he walked up to Kyemama.“Well done to all. Kyepaw, you have shown yourself a worthy warrior, and your injured mate used his advantages to help protect the medicine den and our precious medicine cats.”

Bramblestar turned, and trotted up the cliff to Highledge. Warriors milled, mewling and muttering with excitement, many glancing at the large log marked with memorials to fallen warriors. Gentlekit knew well the tales of the Great Battle, and he loved hearing stories Purdy and the other elders told all the kits about the history of his Clan. His mother’s bravery this day surely earned a place among those great tales. Bramblestar’s paws landed on Highledge, attracting Gentlekit’s attention. ThunderClan’s leader faced the expectant growing crowd, and uttered the command.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here!” Bramblestar’s voice rang out over the camp. “We gain new Warriors this day!”
                                        
“Can we go out, too?” Phantomkit asked Daisy.

“Of course,” Dasiy purred, and Gentlekit moved with his siblings to sit just outside the nursery. Gentlekit watched with rapt attention and pride as his parents earned their warrior names of Kyestorm and Demonstone.. Warriors meowed and yowled in agreement. Bramblestar stood up, and gazed at Kyestorm, his features breaking into a feline smile.

“Go to your kits. There is good reason why we sacrificed meals to you. And all should know what you do for Millie’s kits as well. By offering them your milk when she dried up, you saved their lives. I know you’ll take good care of them all.”

“I will,” Kyemama nodded and turned away, hurrying back to Gentlekit and his littermates. She paused and looked back at his father but Demonstone stood up, and hobbled back to the Medicine den. Warriors and apprentices alike assisted him, meowing all at once, asking him to tell the tale of the vanquished young vixen. Leafpool and Jayfeather swarmed all over him, replacing the cobweb, making sure the wound sealed. Gentlekit swelled with pride. He watched the medicines cats tend his father with deep interest as Demonpoppa stretched out, and Briarlight draped over him, purring. Gentlekit felt a brief stab of jealousy, but remembered Briarlight’s condition. Kyemama walked into the nursery, turninghis attention to her.

“I am so thankful for your mate,” Millie meowed. “Briarlight does love him like a big brother. I don’t worry about her as much with him there.”

“He won’t let anything happen to her,” Kyemama said. “And she gets exercise pulling herself off and on him all day.”

“I saw everything, Kyemama!” Phantomkit squeaked in excitement. “Demonpoppa was so brave, too!”

“We grow and be strong like you,” Demonkit added.

“I slap foxes! Slash and do the same!” Indikit exclaimed, pouncing on an imaginary enemy.

“Yes, my sweet kits. You’re the Maine Coons of ThunderClan,” Kyemama mewed at them, mirth shaking her voice. “Come and eat. Grow strong. Greykit and Rainkit, you, too.”

“Kyestorm,” Daisy murmured Kyemama’s new name. “A great warrior name. Will you really fight?”

“Of course she will,” Millie scoffed. “Why wouldn’t she?”

“She’s a kittypet, like me. I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t,” Daisy retorted with a hiss.

“I will fight. Foxes are too brave these days.” Kyesmama growled. “Invading our camp is just unacceptable.”

“They are too brazen,” Millie shifted nervously. “ We head into Green Leaf soon, and prey should be plentiful, but Leaf Fall and Leaf Bare come so fast and seem way too long.”

“We’ll be apprentices then!” Phantomkit sat down, facing Kyesmama intelligence flaring in his blue eyes, which glittered with flecks of sea-green. “They won’t get us!”

“Never! They won’t get any kit, ever! Not on my watch,” Kyemama bared her teeth and hissed. Gentlekit felt pride in his mother. “Next time I will kill them!”

She nosed all the kits to her belly, and Gentlekit felt Kyemama‘s fear, as the adrenaline ebbed from her body.  Millie purred as she washed each kit. Daisy fussed with bedding. Gentlekit buried his head against Kyemama’s belly, shivering with anxiety But as he calmed, and the horror of seeing the battle, the blood, and danger faded, a cold certainty settled over his heart. He vowed to not only fight well, but learn all possible to heal and help valiant warriors like his parents and clanmates.





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Phantomstar
Author of Warrior fan fiction,
NEW BLOOD-Born of Smoke & Fire and all its spinoffs and one shots. 
Author of KHAN: A MAINE COON

Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

3 NEW BLOOD - TRAPPED Chapter 3 on June 12th 2015, 2:35 pm

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Author of Warrior fan fiction,
NEW BLOOD-Born of Smoke & Fire and all its spinoffs and one shots. 
Author of KHAN: A MAINE COON

Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

4 NEW BLOOD - TRAPPED Chapter 4 on June 12th 2015, 2:46 pm

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Author of Warrior fan fiction,
NEW BLOOD-Born of Smoke & Fire and all its spinoffs and one shots. 
Author of KHAN: A MAINE COON

Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

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Author of Warrior fan fiction,
NEW BLOOD-Born of Smoke & Fire and all its spinoffs and one shots. 
Author of KHAN: A MAINE COON

Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

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NEW BLOOD-Born of Smoke & Fire and all its spinoffs and one shots. 
Author of KHAN: A MAINE COON

Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

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NEW BLOOD-Born of Smoke & Fire and all its spinoffs and one shots. 
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Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

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NEW BLOOD-Born of Smoke & Fire and all its spinoffs and one shots. 
Author of KHAN: A MAINE COON

Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

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NEW BLOOD-Born of Smoke & Fire and all its spinoffs and one shots. 
Author of KHAN: A MAINE COON

Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

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Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
http://www.mariejsphillips.com/

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Those who refuse to learn from the past--are condemned to repeat it. In a truly free society, individuals succeed or fail by the consequences of their conduct
  
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