Summary
Cherry was loved, until her mother died in battle at a young age. Her father then took over, but her father was as cruel as a bloodthirsty badger. Until, she ran away from Star Tribe. Swift Tribe greeted her and gave her a home. She would no longer be called Cherry, it was Marble, Marblescorch. She became determined to prove her loyalty to her new tribe mates but was devistated when she found out her abusive father had started a treacherous rumor. A ferosious battle soon broke out and before she knew it, most of her loved ones were injured. Marblescorch struggles to keep the past behind her but they haunt her dreams as she finally faces the truth of her destiny...
Warrior Tribes
Super Edition
Marblescorch's Struggle
Chapter 1
Lavender scurried around the to-be-mother’s den and hit Cherry in the face. “Sorry Cherry!” mewed Lavender scrambling to her paws. Cherry shook her short pelt, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief as she wiggled her small tail ready to pounce. Lavender looked at her in excitement and pretended not to notice her attacking stance. Cherry bowled her friend over before gently nipping her ear playfully. The gray she-kit acted surprised and squealed before squirming out of Cherry’s grasp. “You won’t get away so easily!” growled Cherry playfully launching herself after the gray-blue she-kit. All of a sudden Lavender accidently tripped over a rock and tumbled towards a huge storage of moss for the nests of the nursery. Cherry tried to stop herself from following Lavender but was too late and sent the moss flying everywhere. “Whoa!” exclaimed Lavender her dark, blue eyes going round as moons. “It’s raining moss!” An annoyed growl sounded from the other side of the nursery. “You two need to be careful!” Splashfoot padded up to the two kits. “Sorry mother.” mewed Lavender letting her head drop. “Cherry I hope you clean up this mess before your father finds out, you know how he is.” Cherry’s eyes looked terrified. “M-my father?” she squeaked backing up. Her father was very serious about giving punishments for even the smallest sign of unacceptable behavior. “Cherry! I brought you some kill.” meowed a friendly voice as the vines and honeysuckle started to stir. Cherry froze in her spot. Her heart sank as she saw Jetflight’s fur stand on end by the scene he saw in the nursery. “Who made this mess?” he asked dropping the kill at his feet. Puddlesplash pointed at the two kits in amusement. “Those two love to fool around.” she purred. Anger filled Cherry’s father’s eyes. “Cherry I taught you better than this.” Cherry started to tremble. What was his punishment this time? Cleaning up the elder’s den for a one season? Not eating for two moons? “Relax Jetflight!” meowed Puddlesplash. “They’re just kits. They’ll grow out of it eventually.” “I think me and Cherry need to have a talk down at the lake.” meowed Jetflight making his voice sound gentle. Cherry gulped but followed without protest.
As the two cats left camp, Cherry noticed that they weren’t heading towards the lake but instead closer to the Swift Tribe border. “I-I thought we were going down to the lake?” she asked wearily. Jetflight didn’t reply but pushed Cherry which made her tumble forward. “I have given you enough chances to change Cherry.” her father growled. “Now your time to change is up.” Cherry’s heart began to beat faster and faster in her chest as she took a step back. “I’m going to kill you as your last and final punishment; the same will happen to your brother.” “What did me and Weaver ever do?” mewed Cherry bravely. “You have disappointed me too many times.” he snarled menacingly as he unsheathed his claws. He’s gone insane, she thought as she closed her eyes. “No!” shrieked a voice that came from a bush. Cherry opened her eyes to see her father was distracted by the voice. “Cherry run and don’t ever look back! Live a better life in Swift Tribe! Away from your father!” squeaked the voice. Cherry obeyed and raced across the border and into Swift Tribe territory. She heard her father hiss in annoyance and Cherry turned around to see gray kit launch himself at her father. Cherry turned around and continued racing through Swift Tribe territory afraid of what happened to that young kit. All of a sudden she felt the cold and disgusting feeling of mud on her pelt. Cherry looked down at her paws, she was sinking in thick mud. The she-kit struggled to get out but that only made her sink faster. “Help! I can’t get out!” she cried as she continued struggling in panic.
Lavender scurried around the to-be-mother’s den and hit Cherry in the face. “Sorry Cherry!” mewed Lavender scrambling to her paws. Cherry shook her short pelt, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief as she wiggled her small tail ready to pounce. Lavender looked at her in excitement and pretended not to notice her attacking stance. Cherry bowled her friend over before gently nipping her ear playfully. The gray she-kit acted surprised and squealed before squirming out of Cherry’s grasp. “You won’t get away so easily!” growled Cherry playfully launching herself after the gray-blue she-kit. All of a sudden Lavender accidently tripped over a rock and tumbled towards a huge storage of moss for the nests of the nursery. Cherry tried to stop herself from following Lavender but was too late and sent the moss flying everywhere. “Whoa!” exclaimed Lavender her dark, blue eyes going round as moons. “It’s raining moss!” An annoyed growl sounded from the other side of the nursery. “You two need to be careful!” Splashfoot padded up to the two kits. “Sorry mother.” mewed Lavender letting her head drop. “Cherry I hope you clean up this mess before your father finds out, you know how he is.” Cherry’s eyes looked terrified. “M-my father?” she squeaked backing up. Her father was very serious about giving punishments for even the smallest sign of unacceptable behavior. “Cherry! I brought you some kill.” meowed a friendly voice as the vines and honeysuckle started to stir. Cherry froze in her spot. Her heart sank as she saw Jetflight’s fur stand on end by the scene he saw in the nursery. “Who made this mess?” he asked dropping the kill at his feet. Puddlesplash pointed at the two kits in amusement. “Those two love to fool around.” she purred. Anger filled Cherry’s father’s eyes. “Cherry I taught you better than this.” Cherry started to tremble. What was his punishment this time? Cleaning up the elder’s den for a one season? Not eating for two moons? “Relax Jetflight!” meowed Puddlesplash. “They’re just kits. They’ll grow out of it eventually.” “I think me and Cherry need to have a talk down at the lake.” meowed Jetflight making his voice sound gentle. Cherry gulped but followed without protest.
As the two cats left camp, Cherry noticed that they weren’t heading towards the lake but instead closer to the Swift Tribe border. “I-I thought we were going down to the lake?” she asked wearily. Jetflight didn’t reply but pushed Cherry which made her tumble forward. “I have given you enough chances to change Cherry.” her father growled. “Now your time to change is up.” Cherry’s heart began to beat faster and faster in her chest as she took a step back. “I’m going to kill you as your last and final punishment; the same will happen to your brother.” “What did me and Weaver ever do?” mewed Cherry bravely. “You have disappointed me too many times.” he snarled menacingly as he unsheathed his claws. He’s gone insane, she thought as she closed her eyes. “No!” shrieked a voice that came from a bush. Cherry opened her eyes to see her father was distracted by the voice. “Cherry run and don’t ever look back! Live a better life in Swift Tribe! Away from your father!” squeaked the voice. Cherry obeyed and raced across the border and into Swift Tribe territory. She heard her father hiss in annoyance and Cherry turned around to see gray kit launch himself at her father. Cherry turned around and continued racing through Swift Tribe territory afraid of what happened to that young kit. All of a sudden she felt the cold and disgusting feeling of mud on her pelt. Cherry looked down at her paws, she was sinking in thick mud. The she-kit struggled to get out but that only made her sink faster. “Help! I can’t get out!” she cried as she continued struggling in panic.
Chapter 2
*********Few Seasons Later*********
Marble’s paws throbbed from running around all daylight to collect moss for the nursery. “Thank you Marble.” meowed Sophiepool, Marble’s foster mother. On the day that Marble had escaped camp she was found laying in the mud later that day with her snout the only thing sticking out. They brought her back to camp and suspected that she was a rouge since her scent was washed away by the mud. They didn’t know her name so they gave her a new name since Marble didn’t want them finding out she was a runaway kit from Star Tribe. “How is my soon to be apprentice doing?” purred a voice coming into the nursery. A tabby tom stood before Marble and brushed his cheek against hers. “I can’t wait to be an apprentice!” she squeaked excitedly. “Yes!” her mother chimed in. “It will be fun training to be a warrior.” Felixspirit nodded his head. Marble sighed in annoyance. She had always thought of being a healing cat instead of a warrior. “What about being a healing cat apprentice?” she asked looking up at her father pleadingly. “Hey what’s that face for? You can choose who you want to be.” purred Felixspirit. “But,” “But what?” interrupted her mother looking at him in confusion. Marble cocked her head to one side. “Swift thinks that you need an assessment on battle training.” “What?” meowed her mother in disbelief. “When she’s a kit?” “Before she becomes an apprentice.” explained her father. “He says we need more warriors.” “But that’s mouse-brained!” protested Sophiepool standing up. “If the leader says so there’s nothing we can really do.” objected Felixspirit. Marble looked at him. “Does that mean I have to be a warrior?” “No! It’s not official.” explained Felixspirit. “I don’t really know what he’s planning to do after he assesses you.” Before Marble could reply, the deputy walked in. “Swift is ready to assess Marble now before her apprentice ceremony.”
Marble followed Swift and Sydneylight into the clearing. “Now Marble,” started Swift. “All you have to do is block Sydneylight’s attacks or dodge them.” Is it really necessary to have me go up against an experienced apprentice, she thought crossly. After all, I’m not even an apprentice yet. “Begin.” ordered Swift. Sydneylight swung her sheathed claws past Marble’s face as she quickly backed up. Sydneylight slowly ran at her which gave Marble a lot of time to move but all of a sudden the apprentice picked up speed and came after Marble. The kit jumped on Sydneylight’s back and bit her tail. She had to show Swift that she wasn’t just a little kit. Swift looked at her in surprise and satisfaction lit up on his face soon afterwards. Sydneylight looked surprised and stopped in her tracks, giving Marble enough time to kick her belly as hard as she could. The experienced apprentice looked startled and backed up. Marble tried to look fierce and showed her small fangs. “That is quite enough.” meowed Swift getting up from his spot. “Good job Marble. You will make a fine warrior.” Marble’s heart sank. “I-I-I’d rather like to be a healing cat.” she stammered shuffling her paws. Both Swift and Sydneylight turned around in shock. “A healing cat?” repeated Swift. “But you have immense skill already at such a young age! Becoming a warrior suits you much better Marble.” “I-I-I think I’d rather help my injured tribe mates instead.” protested Marble bravely. Swift looked at in curiously. “Marble, I think you should become a warrior.” Marble shook her head. “I think helping tribe mates is more important.” “So you think fighting to protect your tribe isn’t worth it?!” snapped Sydneylight. Marble backed up with her ears flat on her head. “Sydneylight enough.” snapped Swift. “Marble, whether you like it or not Sky Tribe has already decided your fate for you.” “I can choose my own fate.” meowed Marble bravely glaring at Swift. “Marble!” protested Swift in shock but the young she-cat stomped away.
*********Few Seasons Later*********
Marble’s paws throbbed from running around all daylight to collect moss for the nursery. “Thank you Marble.” meowed Sophiepool, Marble’s foster mother. On the day that Marble had escaped camp she was found laying in the mud later that day with her snout the only thing sticking out. They brought her back to camp and suspected that she was a rouge since her scent was washed away by the mud. They didn’t know her name so they gave her a new name since Marble didn’t want them finding out she was a runaway kit from Star Tribe. “How is my soon to be apprentice doing?” purred a voice coming into the nursery. A tabby tom stood before Marble and brushed his cheek against hers. “I can’t wait to be an apprentice!” she squeaked excitedly. “Yes!” her mother chimed in. “It will be fun training to be a warrior.” Felixspirit nodded his head. Marble sighed in annoyance. She had always thought of being a healing cat instead of a warrior. “What about being a healing cat apprentice?” she asked looking up at her father pleadingly. “Hey what’s that face for? You can choose who you want to be.” purred Felixspirit. “But,” “But what?” interrupted her mother looking at him in confusion. Marble cocked her head to one side. “Swift thinks that you need an assessment on battle training.” “What?” meowed her mother in disbelief. “When she’s a kit?” “Before she becomes an apprentice.” explained her father. “He says we need more warriors.” “But that’s mouse-brained!” protested Sophiepool standing up. “If the leader says so there’s nothing we can really do.” objected Felixspirit. Marble looked at him. “Does that mean I have to be a warrior?” “No! It’s not official.” explained Felixspirit. “I don’t really know what he’s planning to do after he assesses you.” Before Marble could reply, the deputy walked in. “Swift is ready to assess Marble now before her apprentice ceremony.”
Marble followed Swift and Sydneylight into the clearing. “Now Marble,” started Swift. “All you have to do is block Sydneylight’s attacks or dodge them.” Is it really necessary to have me go up against an experienced apprentice, she thought crossly. After all, I’m not even an apprentice yet. “Begin.” ordered Swift. Sydneylight swung her sheathed claws past Marble’s face as she quickly backed up. Sydneylight slowly ran at her which gave Marble a lot of time to move but all of a sudden the apprentice picked up speed and came after Marble. The kit jumped on Sydneylight’s back and bit her tail. She had to show Swift that she wasn’t just a little kit. Swift looked at her in surprise and satisfaction lit up on his face soon afterwards. Sydneylight looked surprised and stopped in her tracks, giving Marble enough time to kick her belly as hard as she could. The experienced apprentice looked startled and backed up. Marble tried to look fierce and showed her small fangs. “That is quite enough.” meowed Swift getting up from his spot. “Good job Marble. You will make a fine warrior.” Marble’s heart sank. “I-I-I’d rather like to be a healing cat.” she stammered shuffling her paws. Both Swift and Sydneylight turned around in shock. “A healing cat?” repeated Swift. “But you have immense skill already at such a young age! Becoming a warrior suits you much better Marble.” “I-I-I think I’d rather help my injured tribe mates instead.” protested Marble bravely. Swift looked at in curiously. “Marble, I think you should become a warrior.” Marble shook her head. “I think helping tribe mates is more important.” “So you think fighting to protect your tribe isn’t worth it?!” snapped Sydneylight. Marble backed up with her ears flat on her head. “Sydneylight enough.” snapped Swift. “Marble, whether you like it or not Sky Tribe has already decided your fate for you.” “I can choose my own fate.” meowed Marble bravely glaring at Swift. “Marble!” protested Swift in shock but the young she-cat stomped away.
Chapter 3
Marble hesitantly made her way back to camp after storming out on Swift and Sydneylight. She knew she was in big trouble but she had been too angry to listen to anymore of talk about being a warrior. But her apprentice ceremony was soon so she had to be back in time otherwise her mother and father would scold her. She stood before the camp entrance and slowly entered. “There you are Marble!” exclaimed Sophiepool frantically. “We’ve been looking all over for you!” Marble didn’t reply. “Do I have to be a warrior?” she asked not looking into her mother’s eyes. Sophiepool didn’t reply. “Let’s get your fur ready for your ceremony, it’s about to start.”
Marble waited anxiously at the back of the crowd for her name to be called. She was excited to finally become an apprentice. The murmurs started to die down as Swift appeared out of his den. “Now that everyone is present,” started the leader. “We will start.” Swift beckoned Marble forward. “Scorch of the Flame, do you wish to follow the code and train in the way of the warrior?” So I am being forced to become a warrior, she thought bitterly. She glared at her mother before answering. “No.” she meowed quietly. “Speak up Marble.” meowed Swift. “I said no.” she meowed louder. Everyone in the clearing gasped in disbelief. “What?” hissed Swift in frustration. “I would like to become a healing cat instead. I want to help my tribe mates with herbs and not with claws.” she continued. “I do not want to be a warrior.” “Marble we need more warriors.” protested Maxprowl. “We need you to become a warrior whether you like it or not.” Every cat murmured in agreement. “It will help the tribe grow stronger.” meowed a cat in the crowd. Marble couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was everyone so driven to get power? “So I will ask you again,” meowed Swift more sternly. “Do you, Scorch of the Flame wish to uphold the code and train in the ways of a warrior?” Marble didn’t reply right away. She was still angry and frustrated that no one understood. “Marble, if you do not choose to be a warrior apprentice, you can stay a kit for eternity and you will never move up in rank.” meowed Maxprowl. Swift nodded his head. Marble was enraged but she knew she had no other choice; it’s not like anyone would want to be known as a kit forever. “I do.” meowed Marble showing all her bitterness in those two words. “So from now on, Scorch of the Flame, you will be known as Marblescorch, warrior apprentice of Swift Tribe.” Every cat in the clearing chanted her new name but Marblescorch didn’t feel that excited anymore. “Marblescorch’s mentor will be Marleytail.” finished Swift. Marblescorch nodded her head at her mentor but didn’t look him in the eye.
As the ceremony came to an end, her foster parents came up to greet her. “I’m so proud of you.” meowed Felixspirit awkwardly. Marblescorch glared at her father. “I don’t want to be a warrior.” she snapped stubbornly. “I will not train. I will fight for my right.” Sophiepool didn’t say anything. “Just do what you think is right.” she whispered. Marblescorch looked at her bitterly. “You didn’t even protest when he forced me to be a warrior. Now you want me to do what’s right? So I guess what he did up there was right to you?” The apprentice shook her head and padded away, leaving her parents to look after her.
“Well, tomorrow we’ll start battle training.” meowed Marleytail as they padded into camp. Even though Marblescorch didn’t want to be a warrior apprentice, she still wanted to go around seeing their territory. Marblescorch didn’t reply and headed straight to the kill pile and grabbed a plump grouse off of the pile. “Hi there.” greeted a friendly voice just as Marblescorch had sat down to eat her kill. The she-cat looked up at him with her ice, blue eyes. A grayish-brown tom with gentle, forest green eyes stood before her. “I just came to congratulate you on becoming an apprentice.” Marblescorch nodded her head in thanks and bit into her grouse. “You must be Weaverleaf am I right?” she mumbled as she gulped down her food. Weaverleaf sat down before her. “Yeah.” he replied licking his paw. “I still can’t believe you stood up to Swift like that. That was very brave.” Her blue eyes looked at him curiously. Was he being sarcastic? No, she thought. He seems too nice. “Well, like I said up there, I’d rather be a healing cat apprentice.” Weaverleaf just nodded his head. Marblescorch continued to eat her kill in silence as Weaverleaf continued to watch her. There was something showing in his eye. Was it grief? Sorrow? “You look freaked out?” commented Weaverleaf unexpectedly. Marblescorch shook her head. “I’m not.” she replied. Weaverleaf cocked his head to one side but didn’t question any further. “Well, since you’re done eating could I show you around the apprentice den?” he asked. Marblescorch looked at him in confusion but just decided to go with his kind gesture.
“Adrianflight and Sydneylight sleep here at the very back of the den.” explained Weaverleaf pointing with his tail to two nests. “I usually sleep at the front of the den.” Marblescorch nodded her head as Weaverleaf pointed to a nest one nest away from his. “Swift wants you to sleep there.” Marblescorch eyed the apprentice; there is no way Swift would make a sleeping arrangement but she didn’t protest and settled down.
Marble hesitantly made her way back to camp after storming out on Swift and Sydneylight. She knew she was in big trouble but she had been too angry to listen to anymore of talk about being a warrior. But her apprentice ceremony was soon so she had to be back in time otherwise her mother and father would scold her. She stood before the camp entrance and slowly entered. “There you are Marble!” exclaimed Sophiepool frantically. “We’ve been looking all over for you!” Marble didn’t reply. “Do I have to be a warrior?” she asked not looking into her mother’s eyes. Sophiepool didn’t reply. “Let’s get your fur ready for your ceremony, it’s about to start.”
Marble waited anxiously at the back of the crowd for her name to be called. She was excited to finally become an apprentice. The murmurs started to die down as Swift appeared out of his den. “Now that everyone is present,” started the leader. “We will start.” Swift beckoned Marble forward. “Scorch of the Flame, do you wish to follow the code and train in the way of the warrior?” So I am being forced to become a warrior, she thought bitterly. She glared at her mother before answering. “No.” she meowed quietly. “Speak up Marble.” meowed Swift. “I said no.” she meowed louder. Everyone in the clearing gasped in disbelief. “What?” hissed Swift in frustration. “I would like to become a healing cat instead. I want to help my tribe mates with herbs and not with claws.” she continued. “I do not want to be a warrior.” “Marble we need more warriors.” protested Maxprowl. “We need you to become a warrior whether you like it or not.” Every cat murmured in agreement. “It will help the tribe grow stronger.” meowed a cat in the crowd. Marble couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was everyone so driven to get power? “So I will ask you again,” meowed Swift more sternly. “Do you, Scorch of the Flame wish to uphold the code and train in the ways of a warrior?” Marble didn’t reply right away. She was still angry and frustrated that no one understood. “Marble, if you do not choose to be a warrior apprentice, you can stay a kit for eternity and you will never move up in rank.” meowed Maxprowl. Swift nodded his head. Marble was enraged but she knew she had no other choice; it’s not like anyone would want to be known as a kit forever. “I do.” meowed Marble showing all her bitterness in those two words. “So from now on, Scorch of the Flame, you will be known as Marblescorch, warrior apprentice of Swift Tribe.” Every cat in the clearing chanted her new name but Marblescorch didn’t feel that excited anymore. “Marblescorch’s mentor will be Marleytail.” finished Swift. Marblescorch nodded her head at her mentor but didn’t look him in the eye.
As the ceremony came to an end, her foster parents came up to greet her. “I’m so proud of you.” meowed Felixspirit awkwardly. Marblescorch glared at her father. “I don’t want to be a warrior.” she snapped stubbornly. “I will not train. I will fight for my right.” Sophiepool didn’t say anything. “Just do what you think is right.” she whispered. Marblescorch looked at her bitterly. “You didn’t even protest when he forced me to be a warrior. Now you want me to do what’s right? So I guess what he did up there was right to you?” The apprentice shook her head and padded away, leaving her parents to look after her.
“Well, tomorrow we’ll start battle training.” meowed Marleytail as they padded into camp. Even though Marblescorch didn’t want to be a warrior apprentice, she still wanted to go around seeing their territory. Marblescorch didn’t reply and headed straight to the kill pile and grabbed a plump grouse off of the pile. “Hi there.” greeted a friendly voice just as Marblescorch had sat down to eat her kill. The she-cat looked up at him with her ice, blue eyes. A grayish-brown tom with gentle, forest green eyes stood before her. “I just came to congratulate you on becoming an apprentice.” Marblescorch nodded her head in thanks and bit into her grouse. “You must be Weaverleaf am I right?” she mumbled as she gulped down her food. Weaverleaf sat down before her. “Yeah.” he replied licking his paw. “I still can’t believe you stood up to Swift like that. That was very brave.” Her blue eyes looked at him curiously. Was he being sarcastic? No, she thought. He seems too nice. “Well, like I said up there, I’d rather be a healing cat apprentice.” Weaverleaf just nodded his head. Marblescorch continued to eat her kill in silence as Weaverleaf continued to watch her. There was something showing in his eye. Was it grief? Sorrow? “You look freaked out?” commented Weaverleaf unexpectedly. Marblescorch shook her head. “I’m not.” she replied. Weaverleaf cocked his head to one side but didn’t question any further. “Well, since you’re done eating could I show you around the apprentice den?” he asked. Marblescorch looked at him in confusion but just decided to go with his kind gesture.
“Adrianflight and Sydneylight sleep here at the very back of the den.” explained Weaverleaf pointing with his tail to two nests. “I usually sleep at the front of the den.” Marblescorch nodded her head as Weaverleaf pointed to a nest one nest away from his. “Swift wants you to sleep there.” Marblescorch eyed the apprentice; there is no way Swift would make a sleeping arrangement but she didn’t protest and settled down.
