"StarClan Save Us!" A Wwain fanfic (Closed) [CHAP.

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"StarClan Save Us!" A Wwain fanfiction

Wish is dying, there is no other word for it.

People are dying from murder, mistakes, illnesses, injuries. There is no end to the list.

They don't know how to stop it, not any of it!

What can Ww do?

Its nobody they know, its nothing they know.

This hasn't happened before, and if it runs its course, it won't happen again.

Nothing will.

Ww needs to save itself, before there is nothing left...

People in it

[X] - Dead. [X] - Appeared. [X] - Had a chapter in their POV

• Gloometh [X] [X]
  
• Dustpaw [X] [X] [X]
  
• Spottedpool [X]
  
• Mistynight [X]
  
• Hail [X]
  
• Sunneth [X]
  
• LS [X]
  
• Splashy [X]
  
• Stoneclaw [X]
  
• Addeh [X]
  
• Glimmerheart [X] [X]
  
• Scarynose
  
• Smokeberry [X]
  
• Moonsplash [X]
  
• Holly [X]
  
• Tinyfeather [X] [X]
  
• Flamey [X]
  
• Cheesey [X]
  
• Stormstar
  
• Haze

Chapters

Chapter 1: So It Begins XxX
Chapter 2: One Notch Too Far XxX
Chapter 3: Blood on the Floor XxX
Chapter 4: Secrets XxX
Chapter 5: Fight! XxX

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Chapter 1: So It Begins (Dustpaw’s POV)

~*~
The severs of Ww, nighttime.
~*~

Running footsteps echoed through the damp severs of Warrior Wish, which reeked of dirt, muck and blood.

Screams rang down the tunnels, coming from the battle we had left.

Save yourself, that was all the mattered now.

I was aware of three or four people running with me, but I didn’t know who they were. Or maybe I did, and I just couldn’t call up their names right now.

Breath, run, fight, live to see the dawn again. That seemed to be the only things that mattered now.

Suddenly, gunfire ripped down the tunnel, blasting into the walls and raining behind our feet.

Somebody to my left fell, blood swarming from her back in a tide.

“This way!” Yelled somebody, darting into a small side tunnel.

Our breathing raced, echoing off the walls.

Breath, run, fight, live.

BAM!

Another Wisher down, they were in our tunnel now.

SLAM! One of the Wishers running next to me slammed against the wall and fell, but scrambled back to her feet.

StarClan, let us live, let us live!!

Suddenly, the ground fell out from my feet and I was sliding, unable to stop.

SLAM! Hit the floor at the bottom of the slid.

I heard a click, and raised my head to share down the barrel of the gun pointed at my face.

The man smiled, and pulled the trigger.

BAM! The bullet slammed into the floor where I had been seconds before, sending cement flakes shooting up.

I got up and ran, running fast then before, with nobody beside me.

Breath, breath.

I wasn’t sure when the floor rushed up to meet me, but it was after I was far away.

I lay on the ground, liking the coolness the drained my body of pain.

I might just as well let it end.. I thought.

Dustpaw, don’t go! Stay with me Dustpaw!...

Why are you yelling?

Don’t die on me Dustpaw! Don’t die… We’ll get you to safety! The battle’s over!

I tried to answer, but no sound escaped my lips, and then the darkness slammed up against me.

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Chapter 2: One Notch Too Far (Gloometh’s POV)

~*~
Gloometh’s house, her lab.
~*~

I screamed as I fell to my knees, arms around my chest as I struggled to ignore the pain that was getting worst.

Why did it hurt so much, like I had an ax in my chest?

Grapping the edge of a table for support, I tried to draw air into lungs that only half worked, into a body that was rapidly failing, to feed a heart that was doomed to stop.

I knew I was dying.

I wasn’t sure how long the pain lasted, but finally it faded, at least enough to stand.

My wings fluttered and curled around me as I stood up, my legs staking.

I gripped the tables as I pasted them, trying to keep upright, struggling to breath.

This time I made it to the door, but almost slammed into the elevator.

My trembling finger pushed the button and as I waited, I thought of what had gone so very wrong.

It had been… Four months? Since anyone of us had felt safe, or healthy.

Four months, since Wish had been safe.

Four months, since I had felt safe.

Wish, was falling. We all knew it. We tried not to think about it but it was true.

We were doomed.

First, it had been the leavings; so many people had left, until the 900 plus people of Wish had dripped down to a low of about 100 Wishers.

Then, there were the gangs. Ww was full of weapons and other stuff of mass destruction, so, of course, the crime lords of the world began to eye the dying city, and soon, we found ourselves in the middle of a game of cat and mouse, as they pushed for their people to become the next rulers of our city.

After that, it was the illnesses. So many fell sick, some died, others were left to waste slowly as we struggled to keep Ww.

I was one of those many.

The elevator opened and stumbled in, sliding onto the floor as I made my way back to the surface.

Eventually, the elevator stopped and I stumbled out of it and into my house. As always, the dark blue walls loomed, covered with mirrors from one end to the other; they closed in on me, bordering the carpet and casting a dozen Gloomeths over the walls.

For once, the narrow passage gave me support as I started down the small hall.

Soon, I came to the door that led out of the hall, and stumbled out the door.

Voices reached my white cat ears, and I paused to straighten my lab coat and steady myself.

By the time I stepped into the kitchen, my steps were steady and my face straight.

There was no sign of my ordeal.

There were about five people sitting around the island, some holding mugs of coffee or tea, others bent over a game of cat-opoly.

I rattled off their names in my head.

Addeh… Glimmerheart… Splashy… Spottedpool… Mistynight…

I knew everything about them, to their birthdates, to the fact that Spottedpool had a knife tucked down her side, to the fact that all were upset and worried, despite their calm faces.

I knew everything. Or so they say.

But one can not know everything, and there was things I didn’t know, like what was wrong with me.

Not that I told anyone.

Addeh looked up from her coffee and flashed me a smile. I tried to return it, but she saw it didn’t reach my eyes.

Glimmerheart looked up as I stepped forward.

The girl flipped a strand of dark brown hair over her shoulder, and stared at me with eyes of the same shade.

“What’s for lunch?” she asked, her eyes egger.

“There’s frozen pizza in the fridge. Oh, and some… interesting “liquid” I found yesterday. I can feed it to you if you like, among with other things.”

I smiled an evil grin as her face paled, and everyone froze, except for Addeh, who just rolled her eyes.

“Gloometh, stop that, we’ll have none of that talk or doing while I’m here, understand?”

I turned and sneered at Hail, who stood at the doorway, hand on dagger.

She was here because nobody trusted me enough to leave me with four live Wishers.

Poor me, the fools were right to do so.

“Of course, your majesty.” I sneered, faking a bow, and trying to make the whole thing as mocking as possible.

The look on her face was priceless.

I grinned further as her face went purple, and her hand reached for a dagger.

I slipped my hand on to the handle of my own dagger and extended my hand, wiggling my fingers and egging her on.

With a battle cry Hail leaped forward, dagger raised to strike.

I had pushed her one notch too far.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

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Chapter 3: Blood on the Floor (Glimmerheart’s POV)

~*~
Gloometh’s house, her kitchen.
~*~

My breath caught in my throat as I watched Hail leap at the scientist, dagger raised to strike, but the mad girl only lifted her hand and…

SLAM!!!

I gasped as Hail slammed into an invisible wall, which had not been there before. Blue light shoot up where her skin touched and a whole wall appeared, before disappearing as she fell to the ground.

Okay, I don’t think Gloometh had been able to do that before.

Hail leapt to her feet, and poked the air in front of her, but no wall appeared.

She took a step forward and slammed again into the wall.

A scream of curses erupted from her as Gloometh laughed.

The icy eyed scientist flicked her head and grinned at the mod.

“Did you really think you could best me, little Hail?” Asked the mad girl.

Said Hail growled, but she was weary of this new power. Trembling she reached out a poked the wall.

Again blue light shoot out, lighting up the surface of the area she had touched.

I wondered how long Gloometh had had this power.

And what else it could do.

Hail snarled and marched off, only to walk into another wall.

This time it was different.

The mod flew back from where blue lightning had shoot up and screamed as she landed at Gloometh’s feet.

Gloometh lifted a hand and Hail jerked, twisting onto her back.

The mad girl knelt by her head and said in a voice most of us strained to hear.

“Watch your back Hail; you never know when I might stab it!”

The teenager cast a frightened look at her enemy then leaped up and raced from the room without bumping into any more walls.

Gloometh grinned, pleased with her work.

At that moment, Addeh stepped forward and linked arms with the scientist.

“Gloometh, you don’t need to throw her. A wall would have worked just as fine.” She scowled her friend, the only one who could do that and get away with it.

“Its more fun the other way!” Insisted Gloometh.

Addeh’s voice dropped so low I could barely hear it, but I caught the parts I needed to know.

“Gloom... Strength is failing... Must not over do it...”

“Fine... Won’t... Happen... Addy....”

“Good.”

I saw Gloometh’s eyes dart back towards me, and then her voice dropped even lower and I couldn’t hear it.

The hairs rose on the back of my neck as I thought over the two’s words.

One; it seemed Gloometh wasn’t as strong as she made it look, and two; Addeh knew what Gloometh had done.

Somehow, I felt there was a secret under all of this, but I couldn’t see what it was.

Suddenly, a violent knocking sounded on the door, making everyone jump.

“I’ll get it!” Yelled Splashy, darting forward to get the door.

I followed, wondering who would be calling at this time. My hand moved to my belt and wrapped around my knife, just incase it was an enemy.

Splashy had opened the door and two Wishers stepped in, carrying a third between them.

Hail darted forward out of nowhere and pointed towards the living room.

“Put her on the couch.” Said the mod, waving them through.

I recognized Stoneclaw and Moonsplash, carrying a Wisher I didn’t know, thought that might have had something to do with the blood covering the carried Wisher.

I followed everyone into the living room, where the Wisher had been laid on the couch.

Hail was bending over her, pushing her blood-stained hair out of the way, and listening to her heart beat.

Finally, the mod raised her head, and spoke. “She’ll live; it’s not as bad as it looks.”

There was a sign of relief from many of us.

“But who is it?” Asked Mistynight. “I can’t tell.”

Hail was silent for a few more minutes, and it wasn’t her who spoke.

“It’s Dust.” Said Gloometh, her cat-like ears pricked forward. “And take it from me; it looks like the rest of her group didn’t make it.”

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Chapter 4: Secrets (Addeh’s POV)

~*~
Later, Gloomy's lab.
~*~

I walked behind Gloometh, following my friend through the house.

Dustpaw had been put in bed after her many wounds had been taken care of.

Now, Gloom said she had something to show me.

Soon, we came to the elevator, and Gloom pushed the bottom, while I lingered a few paces back.

Few people had ever befriended Gloometh, and ever would.

Some people asked how I could spend so much time hanging around her, watching her do things that they had nightmares about.

I told them Gloom had never hurt me, and never would.

One thing I never told them was that Gloometh didn’t know everything like they said.

Once you saw her blow up as many things as I had, you knew she was just guessing.

The elevator opened and I followed the winged woman in.

Creepy music played, one of the tunes I didn’t like, so I fiddled with the songs until I found one I liked.

For the first time, I noticed that Gloom was silent, like something was wrong. But when I opened my mouth to speak, something made me close it again.

I hopped out of the elevator the moment it came to a stop and the doors open, eager to get away from the tense figure standing in the corner.

I followed Gloometh into her lab, not having a clue why she was acting like this.

Pretending to be serious and tense was something she only did when around others, in her lab, Gloomy was cheerful, happy and a little frightening with her evil laughs when she was in her lab.

She was acting like it was Dooms-Day...

I froze, my body still and stiff.

Oh StarClan… please tell me Gloometh didn’t do something as big as that… However, StarClan didn’t get off their lazy butts fast enough to tell me because Gloomy turned and looked at me like I had sprouted horns.

I ran my hand over my hair just to be sure.

“What Gloomy?”

“You looked like a deer caught in a set of headlights.”

“Sorry.” I started to follow Gloometh again, hoping, praying to StarClan.

But when I stepped into her lab, nothing happened.

Okay, maybe Gloometh wasn’t going to cause the end of the world after all.

I followed the mad girl past steel tables, whirling machines, lots of glass tubes and breakers, and once, a table with a cloth over it and a shape under it that looked a bit like a body…

Eventfully, Gloomy stopped in front of a door labeled “VAMPIRE LAB - AUTHROIZED PERSONAL ONLY”.

Oh lovely, her vamp lab.

I watched her lay her hand on a scanner, then type her password into the keypad.

As the several layers of steel slid aside, I wondered what awaited me on the other side of this door.

However, as I stepped into the lab, I saw Gloom’s shoulders slid down and she let out a sign.

She led me through the main lab, and into a narrow hall, with steel doors every 10 feet. The plates on the doors had numbers on them, and under that, names.

She finally stopped at a door labeled “Number 23: Experimental” and typed in her password again.

Inside, there was a small platform, with a steel wall about waist high, and spikes on the side not facing us, turning in to whatever lived in here.

As I stepped closer, I saw that there was more empty platform after that, then water.

And nothing else.

“Um, Gloomy?” I asked. “Is there suppose to be something here?”

She smiled at me. “Watch.”

Then she pushed a bottom on a control panel that I hadn’t seen before.

I stared at the water, hoping whatever was in there wasn’t too dangerous.

Almost as soon as I thought that, something moved just under the surface.

Again, in a different place, then I watched as the creature broke the surface and leaped onto the platform with one easy bound.

Whatever it was, the creature was more human then I accepted.

Well, except for… a) while, thankful, it was wearing clothes, the thing was covered in small silver fish scales, and b) there was a series of spines coming out of its back, and c) it had gills and d) it had blood red eyes.

Which meant only one thing.

“Gloom, you created a Vampire-Fish!” I squealed, making both Wisher and vampire jump.

Gloom thought about it. “Hum… Never thought of him that before.”

“Why did you though?”

Gloom shrugged. “Didn’t mean to, but he started dying and I thought, what would happen if I used vamp venom to save him?”

I signed, and watched the vampire dive back into the water.

“So, what’s up?”

“Nothings up.” Said Gloometh quickly. “Nothing at all…”

“Gloom, you’ve been acting like Blizz is going to jump at you all day, I’m your best friend, tell me.”

“I… It…”

“Gloometh Phoenix Silverblade, if you don’t tell me what you’re up to…”

Gloometh smiled at my use of her full name.

“Well… you see…”

“She had another attack.” Said a voice behind us.

I turned and stared at the vampire standing in the doorway.

Black hair flopped helplessly over blood red eyes, which was set in a sixteen year old face.

The face of Ralph.

The vamp was leaning against the door frame and looking at both of us with a look that showed slight worry.

“You had another attack?” I echoed. “I guessed... You looked like you had when you came in...”

“It’s nothing...” Muttered Gloometh, not looking at me.

“Nothing!?! Gloomy, it is to something! You need to tell me these things!”

“It was small!”

“Right... And I’m a slug.” Said Ralph.

“You will be if you don’t shut it!” Snapped Gloom.

“Would you guys do this elsewhere?” Snapped a voice from behind us.

“HOLY JUMPING TURNIPS!!!” I screamed, whipping around to glare at the fish-vamp that was now sitting on the edge of the platform.

Okay, so he could talk.

“Um... Is this the best time?” Asked a timid voice from behind Ralph.

“Not really Sophie.” Said Ralph. “Doc Gloomy's having a breakdown.”

“I AM NOT HAVING A BREAKDOWN!!!” Screamed Gloomy. “AND DON’T CALL ME “DOC”!!!”

The seven year old vamp winced at the loud voice.

“Don’t worry Sophie.” Said Ralph. “Go see Mackenzie. She’ll help you if you need something.”

The little vampire nodded and skipped out of the room.

“Man, you’re not in a good mood.” Muttered yet another vampire, stepping into the room and tilting her head to the side.

“Clover!” Said fishy vamp. “How are you?”

“Fine, Blaze.” Said Clover. “How ‘bout you?”

The fish-vamp called Blaze jabbed his finger at Gloomy and me. “These humans thought it would be cool to stand around and yell and I’m wondering how a vamp is supposed to get any sleep around here?”

“Don’t get any at all?” Said yet another vampire.

“Hey HerbButt.” Said all the vampires in the room.

“My name is not HerbButt!!! It’s Herbtail!” And true to his name, the vampire had a cream colored tail with little brown and black specks on it.

“HerbButt is funnier to say.” Muttered Ralph.

“His name is HerbButt – I mean Herbtail! And since when does he-” Gloomy jabbed her finger at Blaze, “-have a name?”

“We were bored last night.” Admitted another vampire, who had Sophie around her neck. “So we named him.”

Mackenzie crooked her head at Gloometh and spoke. “Doc, Oak got into that feral’s cell again. She’s “playing” with him. Though I can’t see how jumping and chasing a wild vampire all over a small space is fun.”

Gloomy ground her teeth. “Ralph, Herbtail, go and get Oak out of feral cell number 23. Mackenzie, Sophie, Clover, get yourselves back to your cells and commit yourselves to staying there for a little while. Adder, lets go to the main lab and talk there.”

With a bit of complaining and crumbling, the vampires wandered off to do what Gloomy had said.

I followed her out of the cell and back to her main lab.

The moment Gloomy saw a chair, she collapsed in it, letting lose a deep sign and closing her eyes.

“You need a vacation.” I told her, sitting on the edge of a table.

Gloomy nodded.

I scratched at the fabric beneath me for a few minutes, before I asked Gloomy the question I had been wanting too.

“Gloomy... Hail... She was talking to us last night... And she said something... About you.”

“Probably false.” Muttered Gloomy.

“She said that you had less lives then you made it seem.”

I saw Gloomy stiffen, and my heart took off, rattling in my chest.

“Gloomy... She wasn’t telling the truth... Was she?”

Gloomy was silent for the longest time before she spoke, and when she did it wasn’t something I wanted to hear.

“Adder, I’m sorry, I’m not on my seventh life, I’m on my fourth. I lost the other three during experiments and my attacks. All in four months.”

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Chapter 5: Fight! (Tinyfeather’s POV)

~*~
Later that night, Gloometh’s house.
~*~

I gripped the handle of my laser, hoping against hope that what we were about to do wasn’t about to kill us.

To my right was LS, Holly and to my left was Smokeberry, the Wisher cursed to stay as a cat.

In front of me, was Sunneth.

The cold wind blew over the rooftops. With nothing to stop it, the wind ate through my coat and bit my skin.

I shivered, knowing the others were cold too.

But this wasn’t the time to be cold; this was the time for random, nutty, rescue missions.

Well, just one rescue mission really.

Sunneth shifted her weight and we tensed.

Then the mod leapt to her feet and jumped the twenty feet to the ground, quickly followed by everyone else.

No person could have jumped straight down and landed twenty feet down with so much as pain in their legs except those who just had.

We were the Wishers.

Running as fast as a car can go, we sped across streets and lawns.

We could run as fast as a slow vampire, we could jump twenty feet into the air from a stand still, we could lift large weights and much more.

All because of our training.

You see, when a Wisher reaches the rank of warrior, they can sign up to begin a training program.

This training program is seemingly back-breaking, and very hard. You’re pushed to your limit and beyond.

Many don’t think they’ll make it, but they all do.

The training program takes a year, with the first six mouths just doing exercises and stretches designed to strengthen and toughen your body. You took medication before and after each course to help the progress.

After that, you spend another six mouths learning actual fighting.

This is like the first six mouths all over again, as you learn to use everything from guns to swords.

But, by the time you’re finished, you are skilled in many ways of fighting, and almost unstoppable.

Thankfully, you can control it to the point of only using it when you need to, so we’re not breaking somebody’s hand when we shake it.

Sunneth began to slow, her legs becoming less of a blur, so that I could see her better.

Slowly, but surely we slowed, until we were running at normal human speed, then we slowed to walking.

“Cat morph.” Ordered Sunneth.

And with one flick of our minds, we joined Smokeberry as cats.

Sunneth stepped forward. Her black fur blazed with golden stripes and her blue eyes were sharp was she flicked her tail and beckoned us forward.

We stood at the edge of a dip in the ground. Tents and trucks were everywhere, along with people.

This was the camp of one of the “gangs” that was fighting for control over Wish.

And right now, two of our Wishers were being held prisoner there.

Which explained the rescue mission.

My black pelt helped me blend into the night was we followed our noses down into the heart of the camp.

I sniffed the air, hoping for some scent that would tell me where they were.

Suddenly, a faint scent reached my nose, the tang of Cheesey and Flamey.

“This way.” I hissed, my belly fur strapping the ground as I raced forward, followed by my comrades.

Sunneth overtook me and was following the scent towards the hostages when violent barking began somewhere to our left.

“Dogs!” Yelled LS. The winged cat picked up speed, her striped body becoming a blur.

But before they could reach their goal, a huge brown dog burst from the shadows and grabbed Smokeberry by the scruff.

The cat gave a screech, her claws raking the ground as she tried to stop the dog from dragging her back.

LS swerved and raced back, leaping onto the dog’s back.

Sunneth raked her claws over the dog’s nose, and I nipped at its heels.

It dropped Smokeberry, but started snapping at us.

LS yowled as it snapped at one of her back legs, flipping her into the air and slamming her back to the ground.

The cat wobbled to her paws, but one of her back legs wasn’t supporting her weight anymore.

She tried to slash the dog’s nose, but almost fell over, and it was only because of Sunneth slamming her out of the way that saved her from the dog a second time.

“Go!” She snapped, shoving LS again.

“No! I have to fight!”

Sunneth snarled. “Go find the prisoners, let them go and get out of here! That’s what we came here to do, and we need it to happen!”

LS saw the logic and nodded, racing as fast as she could towards the scent we had been following before.

We continued to fight, raking the dog with our claws.

But it was big and we were losing.

New barking came, signaling the arrival of another dog.

“We’re never going to make it!” Yelled Smokeberry.

But just as we were going to give up, a new yowl came, sounding the arrival of help.

I whipped my head around and saw a whole portal of cats racing towards us.

Dust, Adder, Gloometh, Stone... and behind them, Cheesey, Flamey and the injured LS.

They joined the attack, attacking both the old and the new dog.

Screeching, the cats slashed, bit and fought.

I saw Adder and Gloometh doing some weird attack I had never seen before and Stone and Flamey were on dog number two’s back.

I heard a yowl of pain somewhere, and somebody screeched.

Then the dogs were running.

“That’s right!” Yelled Adder, “run with your tails between your legs!”

Sunneth threw herself to the ground and looked at the group. “Everybody here?”

There were mutters as we answered.

Then a panicked cry breached the air.

“Where’s Dust? I can’t find her!”

Cats got to their feet and began to search for the grey-ish brown cat.

Suddenly, a yowl came from somewhere near a tent. “Over here!”

LS was standing over a limb body that was laying in a pool of blood, its throat torn out.

Wailing tore the air as the Wishers saw who lay at their feet.

Dust was dead.

[moonsplasheh]

AHH! *flails* EVIL HACKERS! I'M HERE NOW THOUGH, GLOOMY!! DOES THIS MEAN WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO POST ON THE OTHER SITE?

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You can.... But they want you to move to this one, so if the other goes under, we won't lose anything.

[moonsplasheh]

Aww.

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Five word rule Moonsplash.

*Pats*

[moonsplasheh]

....

Whoops.....

Well, I'm in a panicy mood right now, so I forgot. *slaps FWR* Darn thing.

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I understand. I almost had a heartattack when I came on this morning.

I'm moving Adder's fanficitons right now.