Warriors Super Edition: Tigerheart's Shadow

(Jayfeather) Another year of warriors.
(Nightheart) Another year of something.
(Birchkit) Another year of video games.
(Dovewing) Seriously.
(Lionblaze) Hopefully the new series will be good.
(Jayfeather) Don’t doubt it.
(Foxleap) I don’t think I lasted a year.
(Firestar) Every Warrior lasts a year.
(Birchkit) All the new video games like TOTK and maybe a new smash game.
(Mothflight) A new year that means more music.
(Windstar) Nooooo.
(Nightheart) What could possibly go wrong,
(Jayfeather) Now something’s going to go wrong.
Happy New Year.
Jaggedspeck

Good tie in to AVOS and nice cast of interesting new characters, in a new location!

Hi there! Did anyone else think this was weirdly religious? Like a cat named Spire who has visions? Like, prophet much? I’m fine with the whole StarClan thing, but this was weirdly cult-ish.

Beginning of Chapter one for my fanfic//

Eaglekit heard voices around her. She stirred in her nest and popped her head up. There was Sedgefall talking to her littermate about the “importance of protecting the younger kits.” Of course, she thought. As soon as a new queen moves in it’s all: “don’t bother Mintleaf, she’s trying to rest!” Eaglekit sighed and heaved her small body up. She bumbled gloomily up to her sister.
“Eaglekit!”
She spun around. The mew had been from her brother, Silverkit. He bounded over, out of the nest, to join his littermates and mother, almost stepping on Mintleaf in the process. Their mother glared at him.
“Silverkit, you need to be more careful,” she meowed. “Those kits are a moon younger than you!”
“I know, Sedgefall,” he mewed apologetically. “I am sorry.”
In the midst of the drama, Eaglekit hadn’t noticed her sister tapping her tail. Eaglekit glanced at her, wondering what was up.
“Eaglekit,” Cinderkit mewed softly, while her brother was still getting lectured. “Let’s go out and explore the camp again. Maybe one of the warriors can show us around this time!”
Eaglekit was still tired, but seeing her littermate’s excitement, she nodded and, shooting an apologetic glance at Silverkit, ducked out of the nursery with her sister.
For a kit, the camp was truly awe-inspiring. Tall rocks jutted up on either side, providing shelter from wind and rain. In the center was a giant boulder Greystar used to make announcements, and below it was the fresh kill pile. Eaglekit stared long and hard at a rabbit, but knew she couldn’t take it. Silverkit, Cinderkit and I will be able to eat that stuff soon enough! She thought. She turned her head and gazed longingly towards the den next to the Great Boulder. We’ll be apprentices in a moon.
In her thinking, her sister had left her behind. Cinderkit was already five fox-tails ahead of her, sitting and mewing to Newtsky, who was just coming back from leading the dawn patrol. Eaglekit bounded to catch up.
“Hello Newtsky!” She meowed, hoping to sound more grown up than she was. “How was the patrol?”

Thanks!
-Cloverpeak