Chapter Text
The Random Tales of The Warriors
The Christmas Chapter.
Disclaimer : I do not own the Warriors series.
Snow had fallen from the sky as the five clans came together for the last gathering of the year.
The five clan leaders headed toward the tall tree, while the five clans followed their leaders close. The Windclan Leader opened her mouth to speak.
“This is the Last Gathering of the current year. As we do, on the last Gathering of the year, we tell stories of our clan’s histories.
This year, we will talk about how Firestar met the writer of Luna Eclipseclan and how that fateful meeting lead to us being the main focus of this chapter,” the grey she-cat announced.
The snow starts to fall around the five clans and soon, the clans are invisible behind a wall of pure snow.
A ginger cat with green eyes appears through the swirling snow, in the old Forest territories.
He had been told to go hunting as he was not a clan-born cat, and therefore, not allowed to listen to the history of Thunderclan.
He was not told outright about being forbidden to listen to the stories of Thunderclan’s legends and tales. He thought it was unfair that his adopted clan did not accept him as a clanmate fully.
“Life is always a challenge for an outsider. But you will prove your worth to your clan eventually,” a tortoiseshell she-cat purred as she stepped into view.
“This is Thunderclan’s territory!” hissed the ginger cat.
“Relax, Fireheart. I am here to show you something that will give you some strength to face up to whatever life decides to throw at you,” the strange she-cat replied as she flicked her tail.
Suddenly, Fireheart was in a strange den with light blue and light grey wall with a black ceiling. A tall structure had strange box-like objects on its branches.
“This is what we fanfic writers call Cannon. This is the true story we base our own writing on, except we fanfic writers focus on the what-ifs. For example, what if Smudge had joined you in Thunderclan, or what it Redtail had lived.
And there are some writers of fanfics who will write stories where logic does not apply. I am one such writer. We have powers to bend cannon to our wills,” replied the strange cat. Fireheart felt the world shift into darkness.
The ginger warrior blinked his green eyes and saw his clan as they gathered around the elders.
“Who would like to hear about the first leader’s first snow?” asked Halftail.
As Halftail told the clan about the first leader of Thunderclan’s first snow fall, Fireheart could not help but to wonder what he had dreamed about.
Snow started to fall around the cats listening to Halftail and Fireheart thought this was where he was meant to be. In this moment, spending time with the clan.
It was like the strange Christmas movies that Smudge told him about. He decided to go a visit Smudge for a little while. Fireheart saw the Twoleg nests covered in colourful lights, and it was pretty.
One day he hoped his clanmates would see the pretty coloured lights. The snow got heavier, and Fireheart vanished in the snow flurries.
The grey cat looked down at the gathered cats.
“This is why we spend the last gathering telling stories about clan history, so any newcomers to the clans can understand our history and ways of life.
We must remember that not all of our warriors drew their first breath with the clans. This tradition was formed during the Great Journey from our old forest to where we reside now, by the lake.
Now we do this tradition of sharing tales of leaf-bares long passed,” the Windclan leader whispered.