Thursday, April 1, 2010
Fading Echoes is out! Spoilers!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Night Whispers Theories & Info
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Fading Echoes Theory...
Friday, November 20, 2009
Theories...
"VickyHolmes(A): She'll be pretty miffed that her sister is getting all the attention, that's for sure!"
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Updates!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Huge Family Tree?
"What if Pinestar was Firestars father. It would explain why he felt drawn to the forest but of course thats just a theory."
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Pinestar?
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Chinese ThunderClan
Strong and Noble Leader of ThunderClan...The first cat on the left is none other than...Bluestar! She's very different from the Bluestar pictured on Bluestar's Prophecy! The Chinese have given her a soft-silvery coat, splotched with white and highlighted with black. The swirls above her eyes make her look very mystic.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Bluestar's Prophecy!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Bluestar's Prophecy Sneak Peek CONTINUED!
Leopardkit scampered after her brother, swiping playfully at his tail. Her black coat shone in the sunshine. She stopped and stared in delight when she saw Bluekit and Snowkit. “You’ve opened your eyes!”
Bluekit licked her chest, trying to smooth down her fluffy fur and wishing her pelt was as sleek as theirs.
“We can show you around,” Leopardkit mewed excitedly.
Snowkit bounced around the older kit. “Yes, please!”
Bluekit flicked her tail crossly. She didn’t want to be shown her territory. She wanted to explore it for herself! But Leopardkit was already trotting toward the wide patch of ferns near the gorse barrier. “This is the apprentice den,” she called over her shoulder. “We’ll be sleeping there in a moon.”
Snowkit raced after her.
“Are you coming?” Patchkit nudged Bluekit.
Bluekit was gazing back at the nursery. “Won’t you miss your old nest?” She felt a sudden flicker of anxiety. She liked sleeping next to Moonflower.
“I can’t wait to move into my new den!” Patchkit yowled as he darted toward the apprentices’ den. “It’ll be great to be able to talk without Swiftbreeze telling us to be quiet and go to sleep.”
As Bluekit hurried after him, the ferns trembled and a tortoiseshell face poked out between the green fronds.
“Once you start your training,” yawned the sleepy-looking apprentice, ‘you’ll be glad to get some sleep.”
“Hello, Dapplepaw!” Patchkit skittered to a halt outside the den as the tortoiseshell she-cat stretched, half in, half out of the bush.
Bluekit stared at her pelt, thick and shiny, the muscles on her shoulders rippling as she sprang from the ferns and landed beside Patchkit. Suddenly her denmate didn’t seem so big after all.
“We’re showing Bluekit and Snowkit around the camp,” Leopardkit announced. “It’s their first time out.”
“Don’t forget to show them the dirtplace,” Dapplepaw joked. “Whitepaw was complaining about cleaning out the nursery only this morning. The place has been filled with kits for moons, and there are more on the way.”
Bluekit lifted her chin. “Snowkit and I can keep our nest clean now,” she declared.
Dapplepaw’s whiskers quivered. “I’ll tell Whitepaw when she gets back from hunting. I’m sure she’ll be delighted to hear it.”
Was she teasing? Bluekit narrowed her eyes.
“I can’t wait to go hunting!” Patchkit dropped into a crouch, his tail weaving like a snake.
Quick as the wind, Dapplepaw pinned it down with her paw. “Don’t forget to keep your tail still or the prey will hear you swishing up the leaves.”
Patchkit pulled his tail free and straightened it out, flattening it to the ground.
Snowkit stifled a purr. “It sticks out like a twig,” she whispered in Bluekit’s ear.
Bluekit was watching too intently to reply. She studied how Patchkit had pressed his chest to the ground, how he’d unsheathed his claws and tucked his hind paws right under his body. I’m going to be the best hunter ThunderClan has ever seen, she vowed.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Quote!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Chinese Trading Cards
Friday, May 15, 2009
Modern SkyClan Super Edition
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Warriors Movie?
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Code of the Clans
Friday, May 1, 2009
Russian Warrior Cats
Here is a Russian drawing of a ThunderClan cat (probably Fireheart) bringing down a bird. Interesting right?
You can see ferns and grasses in the background but no trees. Perhaps this was in old ThunderClan territory.
Notice how all the different countries seem to have a 'look' for Fireheart? Chinese is tabby, American/Canadian is solid ginger and Russian is ginger-y with highlights. Its unique! Yay for art styles~!
Do you like the Chinese or Russian Warrior Cats better?
-Sorrelpaw
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Into the Wild Chinese Book Cover
More Omen of the Stars Theories...
"Personally, I am kind of doubting that one of Whitewing's kits [Ivykit or Dovekit] will be the Fourth Apprentice.
I mean, first off, neither Whitewing nor Birchfall were main cats. And second, their kits are hardly related to Firestar. They are his great-grand-nieces."
"I'm thinking it would be more likely that [if Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight are still mates after the Sunrise incident], one of their kits would be the Fourth Apprentice, but that's just me."
That would be waaaaaaay more likely, I agree. I also think it would add a fantastic punch in the plot. Would Lion and Jay accept Squirrelflight's kit though? It must have been pretty shocking to find out that the cat you called mother is not your mother after all. I don't think Squirrelflight is the kind of cat that would enjoy sitting in the nursery with tiny kits crawling all over her. Then again, she didn't seem like the kind of cat to fall for Brambleclaw. (I was a bit surprised when BramblexSquirrel was introduced. I thought it would be StormxSquirrel.)
"I'm also still curious about something concerning Breezepelt though; In The New Prophecy, before Leafpool fell in love with Crowfeather, she felt a 'destiny' about him. Could that destiny be that he was the father of the Three, or now, the Four?
And, they made Breezepelt a main cat."
Crowfeather does have a destiny, perhaps it was to father the three, maybe its more that hasn't been reviled yet. Breezepelt isn't related to Firestar though (not that we know of)--and the prophecy was "there will be three kin of your kin." Erin has stated that the Fourth Apprentice would be revealed on the last page of Sunrise and she has also said that the Fourth Apprentice had not been born yet. (I'll have to find her author chat and post it here.) I do think Breezepelt will have a major part to play in this new series, since the books have been focusing on him so much.
"Just my little theory. I mean, not that long ago it was a 'fact' that Squirrelflight was the mother of The Three. They try to trick people."
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Spoilers for The Fourth Apprentice?
I've noticed that lots of people come to my blog looking for spoilers from The Fourth Apprentice. The book doesn't come out for a few months yet, and the lucky few people who have the book are probably sworn to secrecy.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Bluestar's Prophecy Sneak Peek!
Waking, Bluekit could feel the weight of her sister snowkit lying on top of her. Moonflower’s belly rose and fell rhythmically beside them. Swiftbreeze was snoring and Poppydawn wheezed a little as she breathed. Bluekit could hear Leopardkit and Patchkit chattering outside.
“You be the mouse and I’ll be the warrior!” Patchkit was ordering.
“I was the mouse last time!” Leopardkit retorted.
“Was not!”
“Was!”
A scuffle broke out, punctuated by squeaks of defiance.
“Watch where you’re rolling!” the angry meow of a tom silenced them, but only for a moment.
“Okay, you be the warrior,” Patchkit agreed. “But I bet you can’t catch me.”
Warrior! Bluekit wiggled out from under her sister. A newleaf breeze stirred the bramble walls; it drifted through the gaps- but the same fresh forest smell her father had carried in on his pelt when he’d visited. It chased away the stuffy smell of moss and milk and warm sleeping fur.
Excitement made Bluekit’s claws twitch. I’m going to be a warrior!
For the first time, she stretched open her eyes, blinking against the shafts of light that pierced the bramble roof. The nursery was huge! In the darkness, the den had felt small and cozy, but now she could see the brambles arching high overhead, with tiny patches of blue beyond.
Poppydawn, a dark brown tabby with a bushy tail, lay on her side near one part of the wall. Bluekit recognized her because she smelled different from Swiftbreeze and Moonflower. There was no milk scent on her because she didn’t have any kits yet. Swiftbreeze, in a nest beside her, was hardly visible; curled in a tight ball with her nose tucked under her tail, her tabby and white pelt blotchy against the bracken underneath her.
The most familiar scent of all lay behind her. Wriggling around, Bluekit gazed at her mother. Sunlight dappled Moonflower’s silver-gray pelt, rippling over the dark stripes that ran along her flank. Her striped face was narrow, and her ears tapered to gentle points. Do I look like her? Bluekit looked over he shoulder at her own pelt. It was fluffy, not sleek yet like Moonflower, but dark gray all over with no stripes. Not yet.
Snowkit, lying stretched on her back, was all white except for gray ear tips.
“Snowkit!” Bluekit breathed.
“What is it?” Snowkit blinked open her eyes. They were blue.
Are mine blue? Bluekit wondered.
“You’ve opened your eyes!” Snowkit leaped to her paws, wide awake. “Now we can go out of the nursery!”
Bluekit spotted a hole in the bramble wall, just big enough for two kits to squeeze through. “Patchkit and Leopardkit are already outside. Let’s surprise them!”
Poppydawn raised her head. “Don’t go too far,” she murmured sleepily, before tucking her nose back under her tail.
“Where are Poppydawn’s kits?” Bluekit whispered.
“They won’t arrive for another two moons,” Snowkit answered.
Arrive? Bluekit tipped her head to one side. Where from?
Snowkit was already heading for the hole, scrambling clumsily over Moonflower. Bluekit tumbled after her, her short legs uncertain as she slid down her mother’s back and landed in the soft moss beside.
The nest rustled and Bluekit felt a soft paw clamp her tail tip to the ground.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Moonflower was awake.
Bluekit turned and blinked at her mother. “Outside.”
Moonflower’s eyes glowed and a loud purr rumbled in her throat. “You’ve opened your eyes.” She sounded relieved.
“I decided it was time,” Bluekit meowed in reply.
“There, Swiftbreeze,” Moonflower turned, waking the tabby and white queen with a satisfied meow. “I told you she’d do it when she was ready.”
Swiftbreeze sat up and gave her paw a lick. “Of course she would. But my kits opened their eyes sooner.” She swiped a paw across her muzzle, smoothing the fur on her nose.
Moonflower turned back to her kits. “So now you’re going out to see the world?”
“Why not?” Bluekit meowed. “Leopardkit and Patchkit are already out there.”
“Leopardkit and Patchkit are five moons old,” Moonflower told her. “They’re much bigger than you, so they’re allowed to play outside.”
Bluekit opened her eyes very wide. “Is it dangerous?”
Moonflower shook her head. “Not in the camp.”
“Then we can go!”
Moonflower sighed, the leaned down to smooth Bluekit’s fur with her tongue. “I suppose you can’t stay in the nursery forever.” She studied Snowkit. “Straighten you whiskers.” Pride lit the queen’s amber gaze. “I want you to look perfect when you meet the Clan.”
Snowkit ran a licked paw over each spray of whiskers.
Bluekit looked at her mother. “Are you coming with us?”
“Do you want me to?”
Bluekit shook her head. “We’re going to surprise Patchkit and Leopardkit.”
“You’re first prey.” Moonflower’s whiskers twitched. “Off you go, then.”
Bluekit bounced around and sprinted for the gap.
“Don’t get under any cat’s paws!” Moonflower called after them as Bluekit barged ahead of her sister and headed through the hole. “And stay together!”
The brambled scraped Bluekit’s pelt as she wriggled out of the nursery. When she stumbled onto the ground beyond, sunshine stung her eyes. She blinked away the glare, and the camp opened out in front of her like a dream. A vast sandy clearing stretched away to a rock that cast a shadow so long it almost touched her paw tips. Two warriors sat beneath it, sharing prey beside a clump of nettles. Beyond them lay a fallen tree, its tangled branches folded on the ground like a heap of skinny hairless legs. Several tail-lengths away from the nursery, a wide, low bush spread it’s branches over the ground. Ferns crowded a corner at the other side of the nursery and behind them rose a barrier of gorse so tall that Bluekit had to crane her neck to see the top.
Excitement thrilled through her. This was her territory! Her paws prickled. Would she ever know her way around? There was no sign of Patchkit or Leopardkit.
“Where’ve they gone?” she called to Snowkit.
Snowkit was staring around the camp. “I don’t know,” she meowed absently. “Look at that prey!” She was staring at a heap of birds and mice at the side of the clearing. It was topped by a fat, fluffy squirrel.
“The fresh-kill pile!” Bluekit bounced toward it, her nose twitching. She’d heard the queens in the nursery talk about prey, and she’d smelled squirrel on her mother’s fur. What would it taste like? Thrusting her nose into the pile, she tried to sink her claw into a small brown creature with a long, thin tail.
“Watch out!” Snowkit’s warning came too late.
Bluekit’s paws buckled as the fat squirrel rolled off the top of the pile and flattened her. Oof!
Purrs of amusement erupted from the two warriors beside the nettle patch. “I’ve never seen fresh-kill attack a cat before!” meowed one of them.
“Careful!” warned the other warrior. “All that fluff might choke you.”
Hot with embarrassment, Bluekit wriggled out from under the fresh-kill pile and stared fiercly at the warriors. “It just fell on me!” She didn’t want to be remembered by the kit who was attacked by a dead squirrel.
“Hey, you two!” Bluekit recognized Patchkit’s nursery scent as he padded out from behind the nursery. “Does your mother know you’re outside?”
“Of course!” Bluekit spun around to see her denmate for the first time.
Oh. She hadn’t expected Patchkit to be so big. His black and white fur was smooth like a warrior’s, and she had to tip her head back to look at him. She stretched her legs, trying to appear taller.
Leopardkit scampered after her brother, swiping playfully at his tail. Her black coat shone in the sunshine. She stopped and stared in delight when she saw Bluekit and Snowkit. “You’ve opened your eyes!”
Bluekit licked her chest, trying to