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Cliff's Fantasy is a fanfic written by Shatteredpaw/mask about BloodClan. 



The moon glowed dimly on the forest, the stars shining like claws. A light-coloured shape was standing on the fence between the woods and the town. It took a deep breath, prepared itself for a jump, crouching down and unsheathing its claws for balance. Its long tail swished back and forth, and its green eyes gleamed in anticipation. 

“Cliff!” a voice shouted. “What are you doing?” A black cat with pale blue eyes and a torn ear stepped into the light. She wore a dog’s teeth studded collar. Cliff lost her balance and fell down onto the hard ground, landing lightly on her feet.

“What have I always told you?” enquired the black cat sternly.

“That BloodClan cats never mix with forest cats, Blackbird,” sighed Cliff, her tail drooping slightly. She gazed at the forest again and Blackbird batted her on the ear with a long, sharp claw. “I just sometimes wonder what their lives are like.”

“A life you will never have,” growled another cat. He had red fur and one eye. There was a scar where his other one used to be. 

“Hello to you too, Hawk,” Cliff responded, a cheeky spark in her eye. Hawk rolled his good eye and stalked away.

“Seriously, though,” continued Blackbird. “The sooner you get this ‘forest obsession’ out of your head, the better. You are still a young warrior.”

Cliff bit back a sharp retort. This cat would claw her tail off if she got on her wrong side. Blackbird was known for her fiery temper.

“Look at Barley,” Blackbird motioned to a black and white tom that was scavenging for food. “Your brother couldn’t care less about the forest and its Clans.”

Cliff’s eyes lit up. “Clans?”

Blackbird purred with amusement. “No cat told you?” she laughed. “Well settle down, and I’ll tell you.”

“In the forest, there are four Clans. WindClan, ThunderClan, RiverClan and ShadowClan. There used to be a fifth, SkyClan, but we don’t talk about that. They each have different territories. ThunderClan has the thick part of the woods, RiverClan has the river, ShadowClan has the dump, and WindClan has the moors over there.” She pointed towards the fence that Cliff had tried to climb over. 

“Personally, I would hate to have restrictions for where I could go, but the forest cats seem okay with it.” Blackbird shrugged. “They also have different names. They have one prefix that they stick with forever, but the end of their name changes. I think it’s something like this. Let's say it was Cliff. When they were a kit, they would be called Cliffkit. But they also have apprentices there. So it would be Cliffpaw when they were an apprentice. I can’t remember the rest though.” 

Blackbird padded off and left Cliff sitting there. She saw her leader, Scourge, and ran up to him. Scourge was a tiny black and white cat that wore a collar like Blackbird, except it had dog’s and cat’s teeth on it. Cliff was always careful how she spoke to him, because she was terrified that Scourge would kill her like many others.

“What are we doing today?” she asked him.

“A dog tried to bite me yesterday,” replied Scourge, not looking at the creamy brown she-cat. “Bone is leading a party to kill it. You and that brother of yours need to stay at camp to find food and cobwebs. We don’t want to have to chase out more cats.”

Cliff nodded, trying to not look disappointed.

“There is always next time, Cliff.” added Scourge. 

She started searching beside the bins. Barley joined her and pawed delicately into the bin, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

Eventually he pulled out a fat mouse. Its long tail was tangled and its fur was ruffled.

“It must have had a hard life,” commented Cliff. Barley flicked his tail in silent agreement. They carried on scavenging, and Barley continued looking in the bin. Cliff stared longingly at the forest, marveling at the trees swaying gently in the breeze. She sighed quietly, then looked to see if any cat was around. She leapt over the fence gracefully, and landed in the forest. I’m really here!



Cliff padded along, fascinated by everything. She ran through a rosebush, then felt a sharp pain in her paw. She lifted it up, and saw a large thorn lodged deep in her pink pad. She tugged at it gently, and it became loose. She picked it out in her jaws swiftly before walking through the undergrowth again.

Suddenly she heard a faint rustling behind her. She froze, worrying that it was a group of those Clan cats Blackbird had warned her about.

She shivered slightly. The rustling became louder until the cat was right behind her…



“This is your last warning,” snarled Scourge, picking up Cliff by the scruff of her neck. “Listen to me,” -he brought the young warrior up to eye level- “BloodClan cats never go to the woods. Okay? I would advise you to stop being disobedient, because you know how I stop disobedience.”  

The two trudged back towards the town, Scourge still furious.

“You and your brother will stay in the nettle pit until you learn how to behave,” he growled. “and Barley learns how to keep an eye on you.” Cliff hung her head in shame. Hawk and Bone threw them in the hole.

“Why did you go into the woods?” spat Barley, his face twisted in fury and concern. “Now we are both being punished.”

“I’m sorry,” murmured Cliff. “I couldn’t help it.”

The black and white tom and the creamy brown tortoiseshell didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the day.



The next morning Hawk came to help Cliff and Barley out.

“That’ll teach you to stay where you are,” meowed Hawk contemptuously to Cliff. Cliff didn’t reply. 

“Why did you go in, anyway?” taunted Hawk. “Was the idea of the nettle pit too tempting?”



With a loud screech Cliff threw herself at Hawk. He was unprepared for the attack and was knocked over. She pinned him down and hissed in his ear, “Was the idea of me clawing your other eye out too tempting?”

“How dare you, Cliff!” boomed Scourge.

Cliff sat alone in the nettle pit, feeling bad. Why did I have to fight Hawk?

She heard Barley ask Scourge, “What are you doing today?”

“Killing three kittypets,” Scourge replied. Cliff unsheathed her claws angrily. Why does he kill so much?

“Psssst,” hissed a voice. Cliff looked up. It was Barley! His blue eyes sparkled and his whiskers twitched mischievously. “Come on, we’re escaping!”

He helped Cliff out of the hole after checking no one was looking. They bolted over the fence and into the forest. There was a farm nearby with a barn.

“That’s my calling, Cliff,” he told her. “A barn catching mice. That’s where I will live out my days. What about you?”

“I’m going to join a Clan,” she declared. Barley purred with amusement.

“You were always curious about the woods,” he mewed, rubbing against her. “See you around, Cliff.” They turned and went their separate ways. 



Cliff ran deeper into the forest. The trees were still and there was a smell of prey in the air. 

Guilt clawed at her heart. She had left BloodClan behind, and now she was leaving Barley behind too?

But the feeling swept away almost immediately. That was my old life. This is my new one. My do-over.

“Who are you?” 

To be continued...

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