Jetclaw's Misadventures in Trailing Stars

This is my fanfiction where I tell the story of Trailing Stars from Jetclaw's POV. I may be using peoples fursonas so if you don't want me using your fursona, I apologize for using them without asking. However if you are okay with me using your fursona please let me know!

The Characters featured so far:
(I won't add an Allegiances for this until after the repost but this will list the characters as they appear:)

Jetclaw

Creampaw

Thornkit

Stoatkit

Flowerkit

Chapter 1: Welcome to 'Survivor' the Cat Edition
Jetclaw groaned as sunlight pressed insistently on her eyelids. Stupid sun, she wanted to sleep more. She’d been up super late last night working on her college homework she wasn’t ready to wake up.

So Jetclaw rolled over and attempted to throw up a hand to cover her eyes, only for something soft to smack her in the face making her hiss in surprise. Also something sharp decided to jab her in the side so needless to say sleep was quickly abandoned as Jetclaw rolled onto her back. Letting out a big yawn she  tried to stretch out her legs. She was  able to stretch them but they felt weird like her knees were the wrong way or something, but she’d had weird feelings in her limbs when she woke up and fell asleep before so she didn’t pay it much mind.

“Ugh fine stupid world, I’m up.” She grumbled opening her eyes and blinking in surprise. Instead of her room she was surrounded by tall trees and foliage all around. Jetclaw’s blue eyes stretched wide in shock.

“What the?” Jetclaw screeched immediately trying to get to her feet only to fall onto her ha-except she had no hands instead she had two black paws.

“AHHHHHH!” Jetclaw screeched lifting one paw and waving it about in the air. “I have paws!” She glanced back and took in the sight of a black tail as well as another set of paws in place of her feet. “And a tail! Am I a cat?” She asked no one in particular looking around wildly for some reflective surface and her blue eyes lit up when she spotted a clear puddle up ahead, Jetclaw dashed over to it and looked in and sure enough she was looking at a siamese cat, granted a bit more fluffy. At least she hoped that her fur was just super fluffy otherwise she might be fat. Fortunately cats still looked good even if they were fat, lucky little furballs.

Okay, enough paranoia about her weight Jetclaw needed to get back on topic, particularly the topic that she was now a cat, and she had no idea why.

“Is this a dream?” Jetclaw wondered aloud to no one in particular. She looked around frowning, or tried to at least. Cat anatomy was confusing. But if it was a dream then why did the ground beneath her paws feel so real, the scents seemed real, there was one other thing that she could test to see if this was real.

Jetclaw jumped to her paws and took off running, she was surprised that she had no trouble running on all fours. If anything it felt like the most natural thing. Jetclaw let out a cry of delight as she ran around a tree kicking up leaves as she went, the speed was delicious with the wind rushing past her pressing her fur and ears back tail streaming out behind her. For a brief moment Jetclaw was lost in the bliss of running, of pushing her muscles to their limits and letting the wind whip past her.

A shriek from somewhere to the left broke Jetclaw’s blissful reverie. The she-cat stopped dead her ears shooting up on her head pricked forwards. She could hear the pounding of paws and a low growl. For a moment Jetclaw was frozen, was someone in trouble? Then she recalled all her lifeguard training, if you don’t know go, and Jetclaw went racing towards the sounds of the commotion.

Jetclaw barreled through a bush wincing as the small branches scrapped through her pelt giving thin scratches to her skin underneath. Well she could feel pain so that was another point towards the ‘this is not a dream’ category. But Jetclaw quickly pushed that out of her mind as she came upon a path between the undergrowth. There running at full speed, fur fluffed up and eyes wild was a little creamy brown tabby cat with a white belly.

Jetclaw skidded to a halt opening her mouth to question what was wrong when the other creature thundered into view.

Jetclaw’s eyes stretched wide as she took in the sight of the beast. The beast was black with a white stripe extending down its back, its thin snout covered in blood and its tiny eyes gleaming with a desire to kill. Truth be told Jetclaw had never in her life seen a real live badger before, and suddenly the beast she saw was scarier than anything she’d ever seen before.

Fear gripped Jetclaw and the she cat’s ears flattened and she took a fearful step back for a moment. Maybe she should turn around and run, leave the little cat for herself…

No! Jetclaw barred her teeth and narrowed her eyes and she straightened up. She was no coward, and she couldn’t turn a blind eye on someone in need, plus the badger was gaining on the little cat.

“HEY!” Jetclaw yowled hoping to attract the badgers attention. The badger didn’t pause and continued to chase the smaller cat although it did slow a bit. Growling in frustration and her paws shaking with fear Jetclaw realized what she needed to do.

Sending up a prayer to StarClan hoping they were up there and they would protect her from the completely mousebrained thing she was about to do.

Screeching Jetclaw launched herself forwards rushing towards the badger. Faster than Jetclaw expected the badger rounded towards Jetclaw and reared up. Jetclaw’s eyes widening and fear sinking like a stone in her gut.

‘Oh crap, oh crap oh crap.’ Jetclaw thought as she skidded to a halt and jumped in the opposite direction. The badger bringing its massive claws down on the space she’d been in just moments before, its claws impacting with a loud thud. Jetclaw felt queasy with fear now.'' ‘This thing’s going to snap me in two!’ ''She thought before she tore off in the other direction the badger snarling before it lumbered after her.

Jetclaw spared a glance back seeing the little cat standing there frozen. “Get out of here!” Jetclaw bellowed. “Climb a tree or something!”

The little cat didn’t need to be told twice as she bobbed her head eyes still wide, before she turned tail and fled.

With the little cat safe Jetclaw turned her whole focus onto the badger that was out for her blood. Well she’d gone and gotten its attention, and now she was in a race for her life. She hoped her paws didn’t fail her now, and that all her running as a human would help her escape the badger. Up ahead there was a large tree with a wide trunk and an idea popped into Jetclaw’s mind.

When she was human Jetclaw had some experience with racing, and one particular mind trick was to turn a sharp corner taking you out of sight of your pursuers for a few seconds. So if Jetclaw could get around the tree and gain enough ground maybe the badger would be more inclined to give up.

Deciding it couldn’t hurt Jetclaw turned sharply to the left and sped up her paws a blur as she sprinted hard to the left, keeping close to the tree, her whiskers brushing up against it as she did so.

She started counting in her head until she reached 7 and slowed her pace marginally shooting a glance back. Sure enough her ‘check-out’ (the term for sprinting around a blind corner for seven seconds) had definitely given her a great deal of ground but the badger was still coming.

''‘Yeah I suppose when there’s something more than a race on the line you’re more willing to keep going.’ ''Jetclaw thought with a growl of frustration turning her focus on what was up ahead. Cats were faster than badgers right? Plus her new lead should give her a chance to try another tactic.

Glancing up ahead Jetclaw looked around for a good sized tree her eyes settling on a large oak tree that was just to her right. Changing course for it Jetclaw sprinted towards it, her limbs beginning to burn and scream at her to stop from the effort. Jetclaw forced herself to fight through the pain, her limbs could whine and howl at her when she was away from the giant badger that wanted to take a bite out of her.

All too soon Jetclaw was upon the tree and it was time to sink or swim (or alternatively climb or die). Extending her claws and sending another prayer to StarClan for safety she leapt upwards onto the tree.

She hit the tree with a grunt and fought to grip the tree with her claws. For a terrible moment she thought she was going to slip but her claws dug into the bark and she got a grip on the bark holding herself in place a foot off the ground. Normally Jetclaw would’ve cheered at her feat but she could hear the badger drawing near and she forced her muscles to move. Instinctively her claws dug into the bark and she clawed her way upwards her claws moving so fast several flakes of bark rained down on the ground. Climbing was a blur to Jetclaw as she hurried to get up to one of the highest branches.

When Jetclaw came back to herself she was shaking like a leaf on the first branch on the tree her two front paws placed on either side of the thick branch. She looked down at the base of the tree and shuddered at the sight of the vicious badger that was growling up at her.

The badger then turned to the trunk of the tree and reared up on its back legs and began to dig its claws into the bark. Fear filled Jetclaw’s heart, would the badger be able to climb up after her? Fortunately the badger only managed to claw uselessly at the bark for a moment. Then with a grunt and a glare in Jetclaw’s direction the badger lumbered off.

Jetclaw let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the beast was leaving.

''‘I’d best prolly wait before I come down.’ ''She thought to herself and settled herself within the v of the branch and the trunk of the tree to wait.

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Jetclaw stayed up in that tree for what felt like an hour. The sun had been high in the sky when she’d first woken up now it was beginning to dip in the sky. Jetclaw looked around noting the shadows stretching in the forest around her.

Sighing Jetclaw shifted on the branch she was on. She should probably get down soon before it got dark, she’d have to find somewhere to sleep, and a tree branch was probably ''not ''the safest place to sleep.

But first, she had to make sure that she wasn’t going to encounter that badger again. So lifting her muzzle she sniffed the air. The amount of scents that hit her nose amazed Jetclaw. She could smell the leaves on the tree, the dirt in the ground below, she could smell the rank odor of the badger although it wasn’t as strong as it had been when the thing had been hard on her paws, and she could also smell prey.

Jetclaw’s stomach growled and that was enough to encourage the she cat that it was definitely time to move. But now she was faced with a new problem. Jetclaw looked down gulping at the distance from the ground to the branch she was on. When Jetclaw had climbed up the tree her cat instincts had taken over thanks to her sheer panic, now she was completely calm and faced with the seemingly impossible task of climbing down from the tree.

She narrowed her blue eyes at the trunk and tilted her head. How should she approach this situation? Should she just climb down like a squirrel, or should she reverse herself and climb down like she would if she were human? After a moment of deliberation Jetclaw decided she’d try to climb down tail first. Mainly because knowing her luck if she went head first she’d probably lose her grip and crack her skull on the root.

''‘And wouldn’t that be a way to go, I survive being chased by a badger only to die by failing to climb down a tree.’ ''Jetclaw mused as she turned and grabbed onto the tree with her claws. She sort of shimmied herself over to the side to avoid the branches before she slowly began to climb down. It was cautious and painfully slow, but Jetclaw really didn’t want to fall and hurt herself. If reading warriors had taught her anything, injuries like a broken leg or something could be fatal especially if you were on your own out in the wild.

Eventually Jetclaw came within a foot of the tree and she jumped off landing on all fours on the ground. She gave herself a little shake pleased to be done with the ordeal. But she’d spent a lot of time trying to navigate her way down from that tree. The sun was dipping farther in the sky painting it shades of orange and the few fluffy clouds pink.

Jetclaw tilted her head trying to think what she should do. She was hungry, unsurprising after all the energy she’d burned thanks to her run in with the badger, but she also would need to sleep. Shelter would be the most important thing for her right now.

Jetclaw sighed as she considered her surroundings. It would probably be best to move away from the tree she’d hidden in, although the badger was gone now there were no guarantees that it wouldn’t come back. Heaving a sigh Jetclaw turned and headed in the opposite direction.

Jetclaw hoped she wouldn’t have to travel far to find shelter for the night. She padded along sniffing the air occasionally. Maybe if she came across some prey scent she could catch something too! If she could climb a tree as a cat surely she could manage to hunt too!

However no mice decided to come out and walk into Jetclaw’s paws so the tan and black she cat continued to move quietly through the darkening forest.

After a bit of walking Jetclaw paused a strangely familiar scent filling her nostrils. She opened her mouth and drew the scent in across her scent glands, and some instinctive part of her mind recognized it as cat scent. Immediately Jetclaw’s hackles raised. Another cat could be a threat, so Jetclaw slowly stalked through the undergrowth pausing occasionally to sniff the air to keep track of the scent.

Tracking the scent led her to a small clearing. At the end of the clearing from Jetclaw was a bush by a tree. But what immediately grabbed Jetclaw’s attention was the small gap that was between the leafy bush and the ground.

Quiet voices that sounded like mews made Jetclaw’s ears prick forwards.

“I smell something weird!” One squeaky voice said.

“What is it?” A small voice asked.

“Maybe its something that wants to try and take our territory!” Another voice declared.

“What if it wants to eat us?” The second voice spoke up again!

“I’ll go check!” Jetclaw immediately ducked back into the undergrowth hoping to hide herself from sight. Sure enough a moment after the voice spoke up a tiny cat figure emerged from the hole, its kitten fur fluffed up making it look like an adorable little puff ball. A kitten!

The little kitten was a dark brown tabby and from the sound of the kits voice it was a she cat. She looked around with big blue eyes and sniffed the air.

“Do you see anything Thornkit?” One of the voices asked from within the den. Jetclaw’s eyes widened.

''‘Thornkit? From BlogClan?’ ''

Thornkit sniffed the air and turned all around clearly having some trouble pinpointing Jetclaw’s scent. “I definitely smell something Stoatkit.” She meowed. “But I don’t know where it is.”

“You should come back inside!” The frightened kit’s voice cried. “Its not safe out there.”

“Don’t worry Flowerkit we’ll protect you.”

“Kits.” Jetclaw breathed, three of BlogClan’s kits were holed up under a bush, all alone. Jetclaw’s thoughts went back to the cream colored tabby, was that another BlogClan cat? Had the members of BlogClan been brought to this strange world and turned into cats for some reason?

Deciding that the kits were no threat and it was best to try and calm them down,  Jetclaw stepped out of the undergrowth allowing herself to brush against some of the leaves making some noise. The little thornkit whipped around to face her and her blue eyes widened.

“I found them! It’s a bigger cat!” Thornkit cried to her friends.

“Get back in Thornkit!” Flowerkit cried while Stoatkit bravely rushed out of the den and stood beside her friend.

“You don’t scare us!” Stoatkit mewed bravely her white fur fluffed out and her green eyes wide with a glimmer of fear as she took in the sight of the much bigger Jetclaw.

Jetclaw sighed. “Don’t worry, I’m like you.” The kits blinked a moment and then Jetclaw decided to elaborate. “I’m from BlogClan too, I’m Jetclaw.” She said sitting down on the ground and wrapping her tail around her paws.

“Another BlogClan cat?” Flowerkit mewed poking her head out of the makeshift shelter the kits had found, she tilted her little white head towards Jetclaw studying her.

“Well that’s good!” Thornkit said sitting down as well her little tail sticking up in delight. “That means there’s even more of us out there!”

Jetclaw thought of the cat she’d helped and nodded. “It’s very likely,” She agreed narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. “Where did you all come from?”

“Well I woke up near where Stoatkit was!” Thornkit said nodding to Stoatkit who lifted her tail happily. “So we grouped up because well the forest is really big,” She said her eyes stretching wide. “And we figured we were best off in a group.”

“I woke up here.” Flowerkit said quietly nodding to the bush. “I was too afraid that something might attack me so I stayed here.”

Jetclaw nodded. “Well then StarClan must be on our side then, because now we’re all together.” She glanced up at the sky noting that the sun had dipped below the horizon and stars were beginning to appear in the sky. “Do you have room under there for one more?” She asked nodding to the bush.

“Well.” Flowerkit disappeared inside for a moment before she came back out. “I think so,”

Jetclaw tilted her head appraising the den for a moment, she had little desire to sleep out in the open and a part of her instinctively did not want to leave the kits alone even for a moment. “Let me have a look.” Jetclaw walked over to the den and crouched low to the ground and slipped inside.

The entrance was a bit tight but once Jetclaw was inside the bush she was able to stand up and move around rather comfortably. The leaves outside blocked out all the light and would provide decent shelter from the elements for the night. It wasn’t perfect nor ideal but it would have to do. As Jetclaw moved around her paw touched something soft making her glance down and she noted with surprise that there were soft leaves and even some moss scattered around the floor.

Her whiskers twitched slightly, the kits had tried to make themselves nests. Although they weren’t perfect they looked more comfortable than the bare earth. Satisfied with what she found Jetclaw turned back around and poked her head out of the den. “I think we’ll be fine.” She told the three kits, “Now come on in, I’m ready for a ‘cat nap’.” Jetclaw said her blue eyes sparkling before she disappeared inside.. Flowerkit heaved a sigh of relief before she trotted over to the den, Thornkit and Stoatkit purring as they entered as well.

Jetclaw curled up on the ground near the entrance after dragging some moss and leaves near her to make a makeshift nest for herself. The three kits curled up next to each other near the center of the bush their fur pressing against each other.

Jetclaw watched them for a moment seeing their breathing slow as they fell into sleep, before she began to surrender to her own need for rest.

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Jetclaw awoke to a soft squeaking noise. Jetclaw groaned and lifted her head eyes opening as she looked around for the source. She poked her head out of their makeshift den and noticed that the moon was beginning to rise and the stars gleamed brightly above them.

‘StarClan,’ Jetclaw thought as her eyes shone with the gleam of starlight above her head. For a moment she almost imagined that she could feel StarClan’s presence around her and she let out a purr.

However a pitiful mewling that came from the den broke the moment, drawing Jetclaw’s attention back to the present. The she cat slipped back under the bush and looked around for the problem and realized that Flowerkit was rolling in her nest mewling pitifully, and occasionally she was bumping into Stoatkit who kept squeaking as a result.

Jetclaw tilted her head to the side, it was obvious that the kits were having trouble sleeping, well aside form Thornkit who was curled up into a tight tabby ball completely dead to the world. It was then that it hit Jetclaw. In real life Jetclaw was an adult, and she could be out living on her own if she really had to. But these kits were still in the age range where they needed their parents, and to be all alone, in a strange place without them, no wonder they were having trouble sleeping.

Sighing to herself an idea formed in Jetclaw’s mind, she moved near the kits and settled herself beside them. Then using her tail she swept them close to her belly so that they were close to her. Almost immediately the three kits curled closer to Jetclaw. Flowerkit’s mewling and movement stopping as she came into contact with Jetclaw.

Acting on instinct Jetclaw lifted her head and rasped her tongue over Flowerkit’s head in an effort to comfort the little kit. Then she paused blinking in surprise at her action, before shrugging to herself. She lowered her head so that her muzzle pressed against Stoatkit’s little body before she slipped back into sleep, keeping the kits close to her body and out of the clutches of nightmares.