BTH Origins

<sup>What I'm going to do is write stories of cats from BTH. Going off of your bio and stuff you supply me with, I can write a short little One-shot of perhaps a couple?
Or I could do a long Mulit-chapter of a cat's life up until a certain time. Anyways my first victim is Snowstar. I got inspired by Snowstar's bio to write this, so kudos to Snow for actually doing something good

Anyways First Story:

Snowstar's Prophecy

Prologue

Icestorm wriggled her thin snow-white body within the nursery's confines. Settling down with a tired 'humph', she started grooming her thin petite paws.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." Willowfoot meowed jokingly, her own strikingly beautiful features glimmering in the moonlight. Icestorm merely blinked at her sister's words, snorting she meowed,

"You know I'm happy with my decision, I've always want to be a queen." Willowfoot rolled her eyes, "Yes, I remember. And I was the one telling you, you were mouse-brained for wanting kits, but look what happened."

Willowfoot gently laid a tail over her own three kits,
"Yeah somehow you had kits before I did, how's that." Icestorm meowed flatly, her blue eyes narrowed in curiosity.

"Love, or that stupid Lionstar. Same thing." her sister muttered darkly, "But it ain't that bad." she added quickly, her sparkling blue eyes laid lovingly upon her three kits.

Icestorm couldn't resist the urge to smile, she couldn't help but love such touching moments like this, and being a queen came with a lot of touching moments. Suddenly something within her seem to burn with fire, with a screech she felt her body contract beneath her. Willowfoot leaped to her paws within an instant,

"Ar-are you kitting?" she asked nervously, Icestorm slowly turned to her sister and gave her the iciest glare possible,

"What do you think?" she hissed in pain. Willowfoot just nodded and raced out of the nursery. Pain, that's all the snow-covered she-cat felt. With a groan she flipped onto her back, hoping this would ease the pain, but instead it only brought more.

"Don't worry Icestorm we're here now." Morningdew meowed, her ginger and white fur gleaming in the moonlight. Moonpaw stood by her side, her pale green gaze wide with amazement.

"This is Moonpaw's first kitting." Morningdew murmured quietly, Icestorm's eye twitched, "Congrats to her, so is there anything can you do to make it feel like I'm not getting my heart ripped out!?" she screeched.

Morningdew merely chuckled in amusement,
"Just clench your teeth and push, the pain will soon be gone."

"Easy for you to say." Icestorm muttered, closing her eyes she clenched her teeth and pushed with all the force her body contained. An ear-splitting mew broke the pain,

"Congratulations Icestorm, you gave birth to a she-cat." Morningdew meowed. Suddenly a wriggling pure-white she-cat was nuzzling her side, mewling in search of milk. All thoughts of pain was forgot, her whole mind was consumed with her daughter.

Morningdew studied Icestorm thoughtfully before meowing,
"It seems you only had one kit. It's unusual for only a birth of one but it's not unheard of." Without any more words Morningdew left the nursery.

"I'll name her Snowkit." Icestorm whispered quietly, Yes Snowkit, it was a beautiful name.

"She has a world full of hardships ahead of her." Moonpaw meowed suddenly, eyes wide Icestorm abruptly turned to face the young quiet apprentice.

"Wh-What?" she meowed rather startled. Moonpaw tipped her head to the sky, studying the way the clouds covered the crescent moon's light. Only a few stars twinkled that night.

"She's going to walk a path few have walked." was all the apprentice answered, and then she was gone. The hungry screech of a hawk was all that replied.</sup>

Do you think you could write the meeting of Nox and Otterfoot.
Nox is a pure black tom with red eyes, and is a polydyctal cat... a trait he passed to one of his kits

Freaking awesome!

I also will request ^_^ Hmm...Lol most of my cats already have a past that's been role-played XD

OH I KNOW!

Crow I'm sure he'll be interesting. Actually I need to make a bio of him Here's his past:

I was born a loner, my mother and father abandoned me right when I was born. Then a group of loners took me in. They were like a Clan, always caring for each other. But they were deadly and killed any weak cat besides elders and killed any cat that went into their territory.
I was trained as one of them for a long time, and I killed many cats. One day, the cat who adopted me when I was a kit tried to kill me because she thought I was useless. Then the whole group of cats turned on me and almost killed me.
Escaping, I left their territory and lived on my own, always getting into trouble with either rogues or other animals.
I traveled from den to den, until I decided to leave my memory behind of the loners and run away as far as possible. I traveled over those mountains, and many steps beyond there.
Until I found this place.

Copied right from an rp with Snowstar XD Doesn't matter where in his past the short story takes place, or if you do a chapter story. If you feel too rushed don't even bother to do mine XD BTW Nice story!

^{Awesome, Wish! I had an idea like that, different but yet the same. xD You do what ever you want with my cats, Wish X3 I just want to read what you write.}

^{Wow one of my bios inspired you!!!!!!
Yay me^^}

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<sup>What I'm working on.
Chapter 1 for Snowstar.
Chapter 1 for Raven {LOLS SNOWXRAVEN & I'm gonna make their stories cross. Oh ain't that funny how ti turned out xD ?}

Mystic, can I have a idea of what Nox's personality is? I don't want to completely murder his character with my MARVELOUS mind xD
Anyways these stories are being typed as of now.</sup>

<sup>Chapter 1

"Who are they?" whispered the ever-impatient she-kit of snow white fur, questioning cerulean colored eyes echoed her wondering tone.

"Snowkit! Be quiet, you must be respectful to your Uncle." her mother meow sharply, her mew merely more then an annoyed whisper. Snowkit ducked her head in embarrassment. But she couldn't help but wonder who those three cats were, they were so elegant!

Then he came, his glorious golden pelt rippled in the sunlight, his pale green gaze held power beyond any of the cats Snowkit knew. "Wow." she murmured in amazement.

Peeking out from behind her mother's legs she dared to go closer, she had to see what was going on!
"Snowkit!" Icestorm's agitated yowl sounded after her, but Snowkit found herself nose to nose with a crimson colored tom.

The tom gave her a mere smile and meowed,
"I'd go back to your mother, Snowkit." Snowkit only blinked at him, "How do you know my name?" Crimsonpaw chuckled,

"I'm your cousin and your clanmate, it'd be foolish of me not to."
"Wow is that Snowkit?" Lilacpaw meowed in astonishment, Crimsonpaw turned to face his sister, while another she-cat came into view.

M-my cousins? Narrowing her eyes Snowkit could only ponder what this meant. I don't remember Mother mentioning cousins.
"What's a cousin?" she asked at last trying to discover the meaning of this foreign word.

Soaringpaw merely twitched her eye,
"She doesn't know what a cousin is." Crimsonpaw playfully batted his sister with his paw,

"Oh just relax Soaringpaw, she's a kit. When you were a kit you barely knew anything either."

Snowkit watched curiously as the three apprentices bickered back and forth and in the end she still had no idea what 'cousin' meant. With an angered 'humph' she decided that since no one was really going to tell her she'd have to ask someone else! Someone bigger and smarter then those stupid apprentices!

Now where to find someone--smarter? Oh I know! She'd have to ask that really powerful looking tom. He sure seemed like he knew what 'cousin' meant. Scanning the camp it didn't take her long to spot the tom, with a grin she raced forward but slowed when she saw that he was talking to another she-cat.

"So Lionstar, I heard Crimsonpaw caught three mice and a sparrow?" a pretty white she-cat asked, her blue eyes narrowed in amusement. Lionstar chuckled before meowing,

"And we all know where he inherits that from."

Willowfoot smirked,
"Well it's definitely not you, I remember when we were apprentice and I was horrified whenever Lavenderfang made me go on a hunting patrol with you."

"Hey! I'm not that bad." Lionstar meowed sheepishly. Willowfoot rolled her eyes,
"Oh yes, running into about four trees every hunting trip is definitely the requirements for being the best hunter."

Lionstar didn't say anything but affectionately rub his muzzle against his mate's snow-white cheek, his purr louder then anything Snowkit has ever heard before. Well he isn't talking anymore! Time to ask!

With a determined gaze she padded forward,
"Um, hey! I was wondering-" Snowkit stopped her voice was caught in her throat! Oh no! I must look so stupid!

"Snowkit?" Willowfoot meowed in surprise, "What are you doing here?" Snowkit blinked, oh! That's Willowfoot! She's mother's sister.

"Um--I wanted to ask him a question." Lionstar smiled slightly, bending down to eye-level he meowed,

"What is it?"

"A what does--"

"There you are! Great Starclan I tell you stay by my side and this is what happens?!" Icestorm meowed frantically, her blue eyes seemed to burn right through Snowkit's guilty pelt.

"I just wanted to--"

"No! You come back to the nursery now!" With that Snowkit fell silent, now I'll never know what that word means! With a defeated sigh she slowly followed her mother back to that stupid nursery.

"No come here, so I can clean you." Icestorm meowed sternly, but her voice had softened, and it was quite obvious the queen was only relieved. Still disgruntled Snowkit plopped down with a sigh, while her mother's comforting licks ungratefully put the troubled kit to sleep.

"Snowkit!" whispered a familiar voice, immediantly the she-cat head popped up, her blue eyes wide. The world was dark-so dark. No moon was visible while the trees swayed and shook.

Slowly turning her crystal gaze she relaxed, it was just Crimsonpaw.
"Sorry about today, I forgot to tell you what it that word means." he meowed quietly. Smiling he approached her and whispered,

"It means we're related. See? Your mother is my mother's sister. Making you and me kin."

"Crimsonpaw?" Icestorm murmured sleepily, "Why are you in the nursery? Your too old to be in here." Crimsonpaw nervously shuffled his paws, apparently Icestorm's gaze could make anyone queasy.

"I just wanted to tell Snowkit, good-night." he meowed at last, his pale green gaze focused on his paws.

Icestorm smiled slightly,
"What a gentlemen. Now say good-night to your cousin, Snowkit."
"Good-night!" she squeaked happily, Icestorm stiffled a laugh, giving Crimsonpaw a quick glance she motioned for him to leave. With a respectful nod the tom left, leaving Snowkit with her mother.

"Hey Mother, does that mean I'm related to that big ginger tom too?"

"Lionstar? Why--yes yes you are."

ooc: Is it just me or does anyone else find younger Crimsonclaw strangely adorable and horridly ironic? xD</sup>

(Nox.... he's a loner... red eyes, black fur. Not much of a talker, but handsome. He is a mystry)