Beechstar Tales

[Beechstar]

"Run!"

Beech could hear his brother yelling behind him. He dashed down the Thunderpath, his heart racing as at the same speed of the monsters racing just inches away from his pelt. The young tom quickly glanced over his shoulder to see his birthplace far in the distance. He had never been this far from the alley! He had no idea where he was or where he was going.

A strange green substance was under his paws now. It was much more squishy and softer than the concrete he was used to. Grass. It's called grass. Beech thought, trying to distract himself from reality. The ginger cat gasped when his brother ran past him, darting off path into some trees. He hesitated for a moment, but was encouraged to follow him when he heard hisses and growls only tail-lengths away.

Beech burst through some tall grass and saw nothing but rows of trees. He panicked, his amber eyes scanning this new environment. Did his brother leave him behind?

His ears moved towards a jingling noise. Beech scowled when he realized it was his brother's collar. The young cat followed the sound of the bell and found his brother hiding in a bush. "I can't believe it, but I was actually happy for a moment when I heard that dumb thing."

His brother ignored him and glanced down at Beech's shoulder. "You're hurt." He leaned over and began to lick the blood off of his younger brother. The ginger cat pulled away violently.

"It's not the time for that! They might have followed us here!" He hissed, pushing his brother's muzzle away with his paw. "Besides, you're not my mother!"

There was hurt in those big green eyes now. Beech shuffled his paws and winced when he finally felt the pain in his shoulder. He felt bad for snapping, but he certainly wasn't going to apologize. Their mother had died only days ago. His older brother seemed to be the only one who cared. It's not my fault she gave me away like a piece of garbage!

His brother tensed beside him when pawsteps broke leaves near them. The two darted out of the bush in the opposite direction, running through an unfamiliar forest. Beech heard something in the distance. It sounded almost like rain hitting the concrete then draining into the ground, but faster. That noise was drowned out by the bell going wild on his brother's neck.

Beech saw that the trees were thinning and the terrain was getting much rockier. He had never seen rocks this big! They seemed to growing out of the ground like the plants his brother's Upwalker had. Not that he would miss those fleshy things. Always yelling for his brother and trying to put their weird hairless paws on Beech's back. He was angry just thinking about it.

His brother leaped onto one of the rocks and didn't seem to wait on him, disappearing into what looked like a hole in the rock growing out of the ground. Beech concentrated all of his strength into his hind legs and leaped. His back paws scratched desperately at the edge of the rock when he almost didn't make it.

He ran into the darkness.

No...there was a light at the end of the darkness. Beech ran toward it, thinking his brother would do the same. He jumped into the light but landed into a gray pelt. The two brother rolled roughly against the rock and meowed in pain until they stopped. Beech pushed himself off to see that they had no where to go. The rock ended on this side of the cave and below it was the sound of rushing rain. Beech cautiously padded over to the edge to see water pumping through rapidly. He laid his ears back in fright. It was stronger than the water that came out of the gutters!

He felt his brother wrap around him protectively. Beech's head whipped toward the sound of more cats.

"Back away, Dog!" His brother growled, unsheathing his claws. "You don't have to do this!"

A dark brown tom advanced toward them. He said nothing as he bared his teeth. A silver she-cat and a scarred dark tom joined Dog's side. The silver she-cat frowned when her eyes met Beech's. The young tom hissed at her that she was a traitor. The scarred tom spat in Beech's direction.

"You're one to talk, runt! Your littermate is following command! As should you!" The scarred tom yowled and pushed past Dog. "Let me finish him off if you don't want to, Dog."

"Over my dead body." His brother hissed, making his fur expand to twice its size. Dog's yellow eyes narrowed. "You know that's not necessary, Raccoon."

"Don't call me that!" His brother hissed and padded in front of Beech. "That's not my name anymore!"

Dog's whiskers twitched. "Oh? Did your Upwalkers name you something else?" The scarred tom laughed tauntingly at Dog's remark. His brother growled and leaped onto the scarred tom. Claws dug into the scarred tom's back as his brother held on. The tom rolled over and knocked his brother onto the rock.

The scarred tom turned to slash his brother in the face, but his brother was quicker. The gray tom bit the other between his shoulder and his neck.

Beech flinched when he felt eyes on him. Dog's yellow eyes burned through him, but the tom didn't move. Just watched him. Beech suddenly felt really small and he fell down to his belly in intimidation. Why is he just staring at me? He was sent to kill me!

"Stop! You're going to kill Spike!" The she-cat screamed, joining the fight and separating the scarred tom from his brother.

"Isn't that today's goal? Murder of the innocent?" Blood dripped from his brother's mouth.

Spike leaned against the she-cat and only glared at them. Dog rose to his feet again and moved closer to his brother. The gray tom only moved back to the edge with his younger sibling. Beech's tail was now dangling off.

The young tom pressed into his brother's fur in fear.

"Will you stop at nothing?" His brother asked. Dog narrowed his eyes. His brother lowered his head. "Fine. You kill him, you have to kill me too. That's what a real family would do."

Dog lost his composure and tackled Raccoon. The force pushed Beech entirely off of the rock and into the rushing water.

He screamed into the liquid as it carried him. He pawed around wildly, trying to find something to latch his claws onto. He began to grow tired and his efforts to be free of the water seemed useless. Darkness was closing in on all sides of him. Beech's eyes closed and he felt nothing.

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Paws pushed down on his stomach and a hot sensation filled his throat. Beech vomited water before him and his eyes shot open. They were the only thing he could move. His body felt so weak and exhausted. He couldn't move.

A light gray tom with green eyes was peering down at him. "Are you okay?" Beech made a face of disgust when he smelled his breath. What had this cat been eating? Rotten chicken? He shifted his eyes to the side and saw three more cats. Two young cats that were probably his age stood behind a much larger brown tabby tom.

"Ungrateful brat. It won't even speak to you." The tabby tom rolled his eyes. "We should have just left it."

"That's breaking the warrior code, Shrewbreaker!" One of the younger cats, a calico she-cat chirped in. "No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan!" The apprentice recited, earning another eye roll from Shrewbreaker.

"I swear every day Oakpaw starts to sound more like you, Ghostwhisper." Shrewbreaker's voice was full with sarcasm. The light gray tom only smiled. "I've taught her well."

The other apprentice padded excitedly over to Beech and Ghostwhisper. "Are you a kit from Rockclan? O-or are you from Fireclan? You kinda look like Squirrelpelt! If you squint." The warrior gently pushed her away. "Give him some space, Leopardpaw."

"I'm not a kit." Beech clawed at the dirt below him. "I'm not from Fireclan or Rockclan. What are you bee-brains even talking about? And why are your names so weird?" Ghostwhisper only smiled when Beech became fiesty.

"Aw, he's got an attitude like you, Shrewbreaker." That got a giggle from Leopardpaw.

Beech tried to rise to his paws, but his muscles refused. Ghostwhisper must have saw his struggle because he leaned over and grabbed Beech by the scruff like a mother would. The young tom managed to get to his paws, but his legs felt like stones.

"We found you stuck on a branch near the river. Well...Oakpaw did. She saved your life." The calico apprentice shyly turned her head as Ghostwhisper spoke. There was a long, awkward pause. "Are you alone?"

Beech stared down at his paws. Had his brother fallen into the river too? Had Dog killed him? He suddenly felt really alone without the sound of the bell. "Yes.."

"What's your name, kid?" Shrewbreaker meowed, trying to get to the point.

Beech swallowed. "It's Beech. Like the tree." The two warriors exchanged glances. "That almost sounds like a clan name!" Ghostwhisper commented with a smile. Beech shook his head. "No, my mother gave me that name. Did a clan give you your name?"

Ghostwhisper nodded. "Yep! Spiritstar gave me my name when I became an official warrior. We used to be rogues like you." He referred to his brother. "Would you like to meet her and have a dry place to sleep?"

Beech thought about the alley. How cold and dangerous it always was. The only way you could stay warm was if you curled up with another cat. He used to have his brother for that. Now he had no one. His voice cracked in emotion as he answered. "I guess."


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-Drew Notes-
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this one is finished. I decided to start this series of little writings because I miss my baby boy being alive. I'd also like to point out that I started this originally a few days ago. I had a post that was 3,000+ words about how Beech boy became a leader and the page "timed out" and deleted everything. 
I screamed a lot. 
Anyway, please leave some criticism. I might even take some requests if you're interested! Next will be the nine lives ceremony...hopefully. 

[Oceanstar]

I'm having feelings for these brothers again. Can't even describe how much I love my Dog.
I need more! (And more Dog too when he appears again)

[Stormsong]

I had no idea of any of this information. I look forward to your next.... Installment? Post? IDK but it's very interesting and cool. This is exactly the reason why I dig through people's old bios and stuff from time to time.

[Beechstar]

Beechtree found himself in Fireclan territory. The grass was taller than him, making it hard for him to see. The ginger warrior traversed through the grass and was practically pushing his way through. He had seen Fireclan's territory from their border. He didn't remember any grass like this. It was an easy way to lose a cat, he thought. Beechtree found himself in an circular clearing where the grass seemed to be trimmed. On the opposite side sat a dark ginger cat with their back turned towards him. Amber eyes narrowed.

"Hello?" Beechtree called out and made a face of disgust when he smelled Fireclan's familiar scent. They smelled like sweat and dirt. Probably because they were always running, the warrior thought. He smirked at his second thought. Running away.

As if the cat heard his thoughts, the dark ginger cat took off into another section of dark grass. For some reason, Beechtree felt the need to chase after him. Following the rustling, he felt like he was on the mysterious cat's tail. Beechtree had never ran this fast in his life! "Hey! Wait! Who are you?"

A tiny paw was poking him in the side. Beechtree blinked open his eyes and realized he was dreaming. He sniffed the air and smelled milk and felt warmth. The tiny paw prodded him again. He glanced down to see Prairiekit staring at him with her big blue eyes.

"You were kicking me in your sleep, Dad!" The tiny ginger kit complained, but then smiled soon after. "It's time to wake up anyway! The dawn patrol is back with mice!" She bounced away before he could say anything. Beechtree felt his heart drop. Had he slept in again? Before he could rise to his paws, someone spoke to him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You just looked so peaceful." Oakspirit purred at him from a nearby nest. "I didn't want to wake you up." Leopardfire snorted from the other side of the den. "More like we didn't have that frantic furball in the way of everyone in the nursery." Oakspirit shushed her, but Beechtree wasn't offended. He knew he didn't belong in the nursery. His glance turned toward Prairiekit practically taking the mouse from Leoparddash's mouth in the distance.

Beechtree sighed and thanked Oakspirit. He felt bad for her. She was heavily pregnant in one of the worst leaf-bares Beechtree had ever seen. He was scared her kits wouldn't survive the first few days of their lives. Leopardfire, on the other hand, had Whipkit always close by her even though he was obviously ready to get out of the nursery. That black and white furball was the spawn of his mother. Annoying and bossy. He rolled his eyes.

Prairiekit was now playing with a dead leaf with no care in the world. He was about to happily go join her but Leoparddash stood in front of him.

"Hey Beechtree! Want something to eat?" She asked and flicked her tail against the side of his pelt. The ginger warrior shook his head. "No, but if you could take one of those mice to Oakspirit that would be great." He had petty thoughts and purposely didn't mention Leopardfire. Beechtree began to walk past her but she blocked his path again. "Want to go hunting then?"

Beechtree narrowed his eyes. "You just went hunting. I saw you come back into camp with the dawn patrol." He pushed passed her, but she grabbed his scruff like a mother would and pulled him back. He growled in annoyance and whipped around to glare at her. "What are you doing?"

"I think you need some time away from Prairiekit. You're suffocating her." Leoparddash finally admitted, but then looked off to the side.

Beechtree's pelt bristled. "I'm all she has!" He hissed and the she-cat flinched. The brown tabby warrior had been one of his closest friends once. Now she just bugged him all of the time. Leoparddash looked at her paws and shuffled them nervously. "I'm just trying to help you cope, okay? I know you miss Owlsong and your kits. I figured having some alone time with your best friend would make you happy."

No. How dare she mention them. He missed his mate and his deceased daughters everyday. They had died only a moon ago. Deathclan had raided their camp and tried to steal their kits, but Owlsong had defended the nursery with her life. She had killed one of those mangy traitors and they responded with killing her, Grasskit and Frostkit. Ghostwhisper was one of the fallen too. He now slept in her nest in the nursery.

Beechtree stormed away from Leoparddash and joined his kit. He tried his best to appear happy and bat it back to her. Just when he thought he was at peace someone called his name.

"Beechtree!" Mintleaf called out again from the Fallen Oak then beckoned him with her tail. Beechtree glanced down to his kit. Leoparddash was at his side again. "I'll play with her. Go." He should have been grateful, but he said nothing to her.

Beechtree leaped onto the Fallen Oak and joined the deputy. Her gaze never pierced him like his mentor's did. "Spiritstar and I want to talk to you." They padded into the leader's den together. The white leader rose from her nest.

"Good. You've finally torn yourself away." Spiritstar snapped and glared at him with her harsh yellow eyes. Mintleaf sat down calmly. "We want to talk to you about your attitude."

Beechtree shrank back in surprise. What? Were they questioning his loyalty again? He couldn't get kicked out of the clan at a time like this!

"You haven't been participating in your warrior duties." Mintleaf told him and narrowed her eyes. "Multiple times you have ignored me when I told you to go hunting or patrolling."

"Instead you just lie around with those kitten producers." Spiritstar commented and snorted. "Such a waste of two good warriors."

"I'm sorry, Mintleaf. I really am. I just have to watch Prairiekit. She always wanders off." Beechtree apologized. The deputy's gaze softened. "You know Oakspirit or Leopardfire would gladly watch her."

"You have to let go, Beechtree. That kit is wasting your true warrior potential! You're wasting your time and being a nuisance in the nursery and around camp." Spiritstar curled her lip and continued. "I have decided I'm giving you Whipkit as an apprentice once he reaches six moons. To distract you and put you back in your place."

Beechtree shook his head. "You don't have to do that! I'll go on my own patrol right now!" He began to back out of the den. Mintleaf dipped her head. "Just know if you go against my order one more time you will be punished, Beechtree."

He left before she could say anything else. The ginger warrior ran through the camp and into their territory. Beechtree figured he would go to the Fireclan border and mark the border. Treeclan warriors had smelled that awful scent over the border a few times and suspicions were growing.

Beechtree pushed his way through some brush and growled to himself when he found a Fireclan she-cat basically on their border. "What do you think you're doing?" He hissed at her, but she didn't even move.

"Oh, I'm just admiring the trees. We don't have too many of those. I'm Firelight by the way. You don't have to be so rude." She lifted her paw as to show him. "I'm on our side."

"Barely!" Beechtree bristled and was ready to fight her if she did cross.

"Are they fun to climb?" Firelight asked him playfully. Her eyes looked eager to dig her claws in and climb up a tree trunk. Once he realized she meant no harm, he calmed down.

"I guess they're...fun." He paused in thought. "I'm Beechtree."

Firelight brightened in remembrance. "Yeah! I saw you at that Gathering! You're name is funny." She teased. Beechtree blew air out of his nose. "Spiritstar gave me that name to prove my loyalty to my new home."

Firelight nodded as if she understood. She would never understand. He had worked so hard to feel like a Clan cat. He felt like his name helped even though it was bizarre. Spiritstar liked weird names anyway. Well, names with meaning. He frowned thinking about Oakspirit's naming ceremony.

"Since you're named after them, can you show me how Treeclan cats climb?" Firelight asked curiously and he felt almost complied to do it. Beechtree climbed up a nearby tree with ease and then sat on a low branch. "It's pretty easy." He closed his eyes in pride.

"Like this?" Firelight clamored up the tree, her paws slipping a few times, but she made it to the same branch. Before Beechtree could protest that she was in their territory, she giggled at him and made him flustered.

"Usually you Treeclan cats are so snobby. You're only a little snobby." Firelight teased and flicked her tail against his pelt. She paused in thought and added, "I didn't see you at the last Gathering. Where were you?"

Beechtree sighed. "Oh, I was taking care of my kit. Her mother and her littermates died." He then explained the Deathclan raid and Firelight gasped in surprise. "That's terrible, Beechtree! And you must be all alone since you don't have clan kin."

"Yeah...alone.." He then thought about how Prairiekit was his only kin. Beechtree had always assumed his older brother was dead. He didn't consider his littermates to be kin either. He paused. They were probably dead too.

"How about we meet again tomorrow so you won't be alone! I know a few things about kits that could help you raise your daughter." Firelight suggested and he couldn't resist her.

"Sure."

He had the same dream again that night. This time he got even closer to the fleeing cat. Beechtree figured out he was a tom.

The warrior started to patrol by himself every day so he could go see Firelight. He was glad no one was suspicious. Most of his clan-mates were glad he was out and about again. He had even moved back into the warrior's den.

Even Prairiekit seemed to be happier.

Beechtree grew closer to Firelight every time they met. She would share her tips about kits and he would tell her what was going on in Treeclan.

"Oakspirit finally had her kits." He told her one time. The calico queen had named them Koikit and Feralkit. Now Prairiekit would have someone other than Whipkit to play with. He had always been too rough with her.

One night, the dream changed. Beechtree chased the ginger tom into a second clearing that appeared to be a camp. The ginger tom turned for the first time to reveal amber eyes.

"Are you a Cloudclan cat?" Beechtree asked him, but got no answer. The mysterious cat turned his gaze toward a black form in the camp. It bounded around what appeared to be the nursery.

Suddenly....Beechtree knew.

He woke up to find Prairiekit asleep beside him. He gently shook her awake. "We're going on an adventure, dear." Beechtree whispered to her. "But only quiet cats get to go out of camp."

Beechtree snuck through Treeclan territory with Prairiekit close to his side. Even though he hadn't planned to meet her, Firelight was at the border. She mewed in surprise when she saw the kit.

"Oh? Are you Prairiepaw now?" Firelight asked with a smile. Prairiekit hid behind Beechtree's leg. "Why does she smell funny?" The kit asked but peeked around the warrior.

"I need you to take her, Firelight." Beechtree begged and pushed his kit forward with his muzzle. "I..I can't think about her mother anymore. And for some reason...I think she'll be happier in Fireclan."

Firelight drew back. "Without her father? Without her clanmates?"

"Please. I can't be the father she deserves. Or the mother..." Beechtree went on and his throat tightened. Without further questioning, Firelight picked up the kit and set her to her side. "I'm doing this because I care for you, Beechtree."

Beechtree leaned forward and touched his forehead to hers. "Thank you." He turned and began to pad away. He heard Prairiekit crying his name and it killed him, but he moved on.

He arrived back into camp and it was morning. Warriors and apprentices were just coming out of their dens.

Beechtree felt so stiff and fake. He padded over to the nursery and cried,

"A fox took my kit!"



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Drew notes:

Oceanstar I know right!!! I miss the trio!

Stormsong Thank you so much! I force myself to write them so I don't forget anything canon (well... my headcanon)

Koisplash lol you're in this

[Koisplash]

i swear to god if i am the damsel in distress in this i will bash your head in m8

(nice writing, keep it up!)

[Beechstar]

Allegiances


Treeclan


Leader - Spiritstar - white she-cat with yellow eyes


Deputy - Mintleaf - black she-cat with green eyes


Medicine cat -  Fernpelt - brown tabby she-cat with green eyes
                        -apprentice- Wasppaw (pale tan tabby tom with amber eyes)


Warriors - 


Shrewbreaker - brown tabby tom with green eyes

Ghostwhisper - gray tabby tom with white paws and green eyes

Leoparddash- brown tabby she-cat with green eyes

Mudstream- light brown she-cat 

Mistystorm- silver she-cat 

Beechtree- ginger and white tabby tom with amber eyes

Fallenriver -  tabby she-cat

Moonpool - ginger tom with green eyes

Rainfeather - silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes

Bramblepath - ginger and white she-cat with green eyes

Swiftwish - black and white she-cat blue eyes

Greycloud - gray and white tom with yellow eyes

Rockslide- gray-brown tabby she-cat with brown eyes

Crowshadow - black tom with blue eyes

Featherbreeze - silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes


Apprentices - 

Leafpaw - light brown she-cat with green eyes

Wasppaw- pale tan tabby tom with amber eyes

Blackpaw- long haired black and white tom

Bouncepaw- tabby she-cat

Queens - 

Owlsong - gray tabby with yellow eyes (mother of Prairiekit, Grasskit, and Frostkit)

Leopardfire - brown tabby she-cat (mother of Whipkit)

Oakspirit - tortoiseshell she-cat 


Elders - 

Gentleheart - brown and white she-cat

Sparkclaw - sandy colored she-cat

Shadowfire -  very old black tom, formerly the Treeclan deputy




OOC- just felt like doing this for fun and because I have a paper due Monday

[Beechstar]

"This is the place." Coon climbed up the chain-linked fence like a squirrel. Beech sat at the bottom of it, giving him a skeptical look. His brother gestured with his tail that he wanted Beech to follow him.

"This is a Twoleg's den." Beech said bluntly, refusing to move from his spot. Coon jumped to the other side. "Yes, but it's safe. C'mon."

It only took the young ginger tom one jump to reach the top of the fence. As he did so, a door of the den swung open. A young female twoleg began to coo at them. Beech panicked, jumping from the fence and darting into a bush. He watched his brother approach the Twoleg with no fear.

Has he been here before? Beech thought to himself. His eyes widened when Coon began rubbing his body against the Twoleg's legs. She bent down and began to run her big pink paws on his head and back. Beech hissed from the brush. "Coon, she's going to grab you!"

His brother didn't seem to hear. Beech hesitantly stepped out of his hiding spot. The twoleg looked up from her brother and spotted Beech. He froze in place as she rushed over to him. He dodged her hands, even giving her a growl and raising the fur on his back. The twoleg pulled back, but Coon rushed to his side and nuzzled him. His brother meowed loudly.

Coon whipped his head around to look at Beech. "Play along and she'll feed you."

"I can find food for myself!" Beech spat back and moved a distance away from his older brother. The twoleg left them and re-entered its den.

"Beech, this Twoleg will give us food, provide shelter, and maybe even protect us from Ace!" Coon suggested and suddenly his eyes softened. "And maybe... if you would just let her take a look at you. She could maybe help with your cut." The gray tom was referring to the nasty cut Beech had received on his cheek from their alley cat leader.

"It's fine." Beech turned away, trying to ignore the fact that it stung every time he spoke. Coon shook his head. "It's infected..."

The Twoleg came outside once more. She placed a plastic bowl before them, filled with some brown pellets. Coon immediately leaned over and began to eat furiously. It was true, the duo hadn't eaten in a few days. A few feet away she placed another plastic bowl filled with the clearest water Beech had ever seen. He chose to drink first.

Coon lifted his head. "This stuff tastes like chicken!" Beech rose quickly, then pushed the other tom out of the way to eat the pellets. Coon purred in amusement.

But then, his brother gasped. Beech spun around to see something green on his brother's neck. The twoleg was now holding something blue and trying to put it on him. Beech slashed at her, catching her arm in his claws. The twoleg cried out and gave up on the pursuit.

Coon pawed at his collar for a few moments, then just stared at Beech. "I kinda like it." He shook his fur and he jingled. The older tom laughed at the noise.

Beech snorted. "I think it's annoying."

Night approached and now the twoleg's door remained open. The two toms had been sleeping in the grass of the yard. Coon shook his brother awake. "Let's go inside."

"I'm perfectly happy sleeping outside." Beech lied, and of course Coon figured him out. "I know you like sleeping in enclosed area. It'll be like our box." Somehow, his brother coaxed him into going inside the den.

A new material was under his paws that he didn't understand. It was soft and almost like fur. Much warmer than the grass outside. Beech sighed as his brother plopped down next to his feet. The ginger tom slowly lowered himself and rested his head against Coon's back.

(Fun fact: Their kittypet names are Raccy and O'Malley)