DYO POLONOI!! (kamari!!)

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DYO POLONOI!! (kamari!!)

im writinf a new story, shatter will still be made but thsi one is about all of violets creepypastas, bascially theya ll have personalities and shit and violet made them (ofc) so idk she might be their teacher? ruler? whatever but they still do what they want but they listen to violet i guess waewawawaw also this will be with my own head canons (maybe ships) so do not get mad at me, yayayayayayayayayayayayayayyayayayayayayayaya anyway i will post the first book later! (also, comment down if you want me to add your creepyapsta! even if i do add them, we will still pretend violet made them even ir you made them, so yaaaaaa also you must tell me their personality and stuff like that hehe)
here are their personality ideas
priver: very childlike, always hungry, hes like four years old! (you are the younegst person ever) you cant really reason with him hes just idk
shifter: manipulative, cunning, pretty silly when not pretending to be people, can easily mock and copy other creepypastas
reaper: judgemental, ruthless, serious, his son is drone(not realy son just father figure) its kinda weird bc violet made them all bur reaper made drone so drone only listens to reaper idk
drone: obedient, loyal to reaper, emotionless
chase: predatory, manipulative, aggressive, silly, teasing
bellow: manipulative, chaotic, mocking, snarky, snarky
lily doe: calm, protective, benevolent, silly
scythe horse: judgmental, relentless, stoic, anger issues
player avarice: obcessive, invasive, relentless

recommend ideas for headcanons, or new npcs. i might add my own npcs in here, too.

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made a spotify playlist for bellow
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3tCCz2ASAFDwAzunRopoqs?si=PKHm_q0OQkS_qWED0FUEpQ you might have to copy and paste it idk, i’ll put it in the comments just in case

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read part 1 of chapter 6 before this bc its toooooooooooooooooooooo longgggg
chapter 6 part 2 hhrhehehe

They buried Skitterpaw at sunrise.
No words.
No wails.
Just the slow scrape of earth being pulled over a tiny, broken neck.
When it was over, the apprentices drifted back to their den like ghosts. Meadowpaw. Thornpaw. Wasppaw. Even Poisonpaw, though she made sure her steps trembled.
No one spoke.
They curled up in their nests, staring at the walls, breathing quietly and unevenly. The air felt thick—stale, like grief had soaked into the moss. Thornpaw wiped his nose with his tail, pretending no one saw.
Only Deerpaw was missing, held tightly in Ferntail’s nest, her sobs muffled by her mother’s fur.(btw deerpaw and skitterpaw were sibs)
Then Softstar’s voice cut across the clearing.
“Let all cats gather beneath the Willowrock.”
The Clan moved slowly, as if every limb weighed twice as much as before. Poisonpaw followed, her throat tight—not with guilt, but with the fear that too many questions might crack the edges of the lie she’d built.
Softstar stood tall upon the rock, pale gray fur curled like mist, lavender eyes shining with sorrow.
“Skitterpaw has joined the stars,” she announced. “Her death was sudden and tragic. May the ancestors carry her safely.”
A soft murmur rippled through the clearing.
“Poisonpaw,” Softstar continued gently, “please come forward. Tell the Clan what you told me.”
Poisonpaw swallowed, heart hammering for a different reason than everyone assumed. She climbed the rock, paws shaking as eyes turned up to her.
Poisonpaw pushed the thought away and began.
“I—I wanted to train alone,” she said, voice cracking with rehearsed guilt. “I didn’t want to bother anyone. I was just practicing some crouches by the old oak tree—you know, the one with the roots shaped like claws? I—I always go there. It’s quiet.”

“Skitterpaw followed me without me noticing,” Poisonpaw continued, tail tip trembling. “I think she stepped on a rock or… or maybe I left a leaf pile messy, because she slipped and rolled down this tiny slope. It wasn’t big! Just enough to make her slide.”
Meadowpaw’s ear twitched. Slopes near the oak weren’t steep enough to roll down.
Poisonpaw kept going.
“And then she landed in this… spiky metal thingy. Like—it was shiny? I think? I don’t know, I didn’t look too close because I panicked. But it snapped shut, really fast, around her neck. And I tried to open it, but it was too tight. I—I didn’t know what to do.”
Her breathing grew dramatic. Practiced.
Overdone.
“And—and there was a squirrel nearby and I remember it ran away when Skitterpaw screamed, so maybe it was startled—maybe that’s why she slipped—maybe—maybe it was all because of—”
Softstar gently rested her tail on Poisonpaw’s shoulder.
“That’s enough. We understand.”
Poisonpaw nodded shakily, letting herself gasp in a way that looked perfectly accidental.
But Meadowpaw’s eyes narrowed even further.
Too many coincidences. Too many details no one asked for.
Too perfect.
Softstar faced the Clan once more.
“Skitterpaw will be honored in our memories. Let us give her spirit peace.”
The meeting broke.
Cats drifted away in pairs, whispering, comforting, grieving.
Only Meadowpaw lingered, staring up at Poisonpaw with a strange, unreadable expression.
Then she turned and slipped into the shadows of camp—silent as a Dark Forest breeze.
Poisonpaw exhaled slowly, the lie still clinging to her tongue.
This time, no one questioned her.
But one cat was thinking far too much.
And that was enough to make Poisonpaw’s fur prickle.

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chapter 6... you guys gonna hate me hehehehehehehe (part 1 bc its too longgg)

Poisonpaw slipped through the reeds like she’d done a hundred times before, paws brushing the cold earth as the world around her faded into that familiar, suffocating chill. The Dark Forest welcomed her without a sound—only the wet, rotting smell of leaves and the faint shimmer of cats who shouldn’t exist anymore.
She didn’t notice the second set of pawsteps until it was too late.
Behind her, through the veil of shadows… Skitterpaw stepped out. Eyes wide. Chest heaving. A trembling mix of fury and heartbreak.
“Poisonpaw?”
Her voice was a whisper at first. “I—I followed you. I knew something was wrong.”
Poisonpaw froze, pelt prickling. “Skitterpaw, you shouldn’t be here.”
Skitterpaw’s expression shattered. “You betrayed us.”
The whisper became a snarl. “You betrayed the whole Clan!”
Before Poisonpaw could brace, Skitterpaw lunged—an explosion of claws and panic. The two apprentices tumbled in the black leaves, Skitterpaw shrieking, “TRAITOR! You LIED! You LIED TO ALL OF US!”
Vipershadow watched from the shadows, unreadable as ever, eyes hollow and amber. He didn’t help. He didn’t interfere. He just observed—like it was part of the lesson.
Out of nowhere, rockbriar barreled out of the mist like a boulder with fur. With one massive paw she stomped Skitterpaw flat into the ground, pinning her with humiliating ease.

“Enough.” Rockbriar’s voice boomed through the trees. “Get out. Both of you. I won’t have kits ruining my training ground.”
Before Poisonpaw could speak—before Skitterpaw could even gasp—Rockbriar swung her back paw and kicked them both. The Dark Forest dissolved in a violent blur, spitting them out into the real forest like they were nothing more than dried leaves.
Poisonpaw hit the ground hard, breath knocked out of her.
Skitterpaw scrambled to her paws immediately, eyes still wild, tears streaking her muzzle. She didn’t look at Poisonpaw. Didn’t speak. She just turned and ran—bolting through the undergrowth, crashing through brambles in blind, frantic desperation, fleeing for the camp.
“Skitterpaw, wait—!” Poisonpaw called, but the apprentice didn’t slow.
Skitterpaw didn’t see the rock.
Her paw caught.
She pitched forward—hard.
And the forest echoed with a sharp metallic snap.
Skitterpaw’s body jerked as her neck dropped straight into the jaws of a hidden bear trap.
The woods fell silent.
Skitterpaw thrashed in the dirt, paws scrabbling uselessly at the metal jaws clamped around her neck. Each panicked breath came out as a choked, rasping sound—pained, terrified, desperate.

“Poisonpaw—” she wheezed, eyes huge. “Help me—please—”
Poisonpaw stood a few tail-lengths away, frozen. Her heart hammered so hard it felt too loud for the forest around them. The bear trap hadn’t crushed anything vital—Skitterpaw was still alive, still conscious, still begging.
Poisonpaw took a step closer.
Then she stopped.
Her ears twitched.
Voices, barely more than whispers, curled through the trees like fog.
Watch.
Look at what she does when cornered.
Let her show you what she really is.
Poisonpaw’s breath hitched. The whispers slid under her skin, cold and familiar, curling tight around her thoughts. She felt her claws unsheath without meaning to. Felt her tail lift. Felt something inside her… settle.
Skitterpaw coughed, trembling. “Poisonpaw, please—help me—”
Poisonpaw leaned down.
For a moment, Skitterpaw’s eyes lit with relief.
Poisonpaw smiled.
Slowly, almost gently, she pressed her paws against the metal. With a strained groan, the trap pried open. The jaws released. Skitterpaw lifted her head, gasping, coughing, trying to drag herself up—
Poisonpaw raised her paw.
“Poisonpaw—?”
And she brought it down.
The forest echoed with the impact—sharp, final. Blood sprayed across the leaves, and Skitterpaw’s body went still beneath Poisonpaw’s paw, neck crushed.
Poisonpaw didn’t move.
She just stood there, breathing slow, the whispers humming in the dark around her.

Poisonpaw stood over Skitterpaw’s limp body for a long moment, breathing slow and steady. The forest was quiet again—too quiet. No whispers now. No Dark Forest eyes peering through the shadows. Just the stillness of what she’d done.
Then she lifted her head.
Her expression smoothed.
Her heartbeat slowed.
And every part of her twisted itself into the perfect mask.
She crouched down, gathered Skitterpaw’s small, limp body by the scruff, and forced her voice to shake. Forced her eyes to water. Forced her breath to come out in sobs.
Poisonpaw stumbled into camp with Skitterpaw’s limp body hanging from her jaws, her fur fluffed in perfectly crafted panic.
“SKITTERPAW IS DEAD!”
The words ripped through camp like lightning.
Cats shot out of dens, gasping, yowling, tripping over each other. Brambleleap was the first to reach her, eyes blown wide, breath shaking.
“Poisonpaw—stars—what happened? What happened to her?!”
Before Poisonpaw could answer, Ferntail shoved past him so hard he nearly fell. She pressed herself against Skitterpaw’s cold body, her voice cracking into a scream.
“TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BABY!”
Poisonpaw forced her eyes wide, trembling, looking as small as she knew how.
“I—I was training… by myself… I didn’t want to bother anyone. And—and Skitterpaw followed me. We were just playing! We were running around and she—she fell into this… this… spiky thing! It closed on her neck before I could stop it!”
The lie slipped out smooth as milk.
Gasps echoed through the clearing.
Before anyone could speak, Deerpaw burst forward.
“NO. NO, NO, NO—YOU—YOU LET HER—YOU LET HER GO OFF ALONE!”
She spun toward Meadowpaw with a snarl, tears streaming but ignored.
“YOU TOLD HER TO FOLLOW POISONPAW! YOU TOLD HER TO GO! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”
She launched herself at Meadowpaw, claws flashing.
“YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED HER!”
Meadowpaw cried out as Deerpaw raked her cheek open, a long red line slicing across her face. Thornpaw tried to pull Deerpaw back, but she writhed like something possessed, shrieking accusations at everyone she could see.
“YOU ALL DID IT! ALL OF YOU! YOU WERE MEAN TO HER—YOU NEVER CARED—YOU NEVER LISTENED—YOU LET HER DIE!”
“Deerpaw—stop!” Mothcrackle tried to grab her, but she twisted away and screamed even louder.
“It’s ALL your fault! ALL OF YOU! SHE WAS JUST AN APPRENTICE!”
Her voice cracked so violently it scraped the air.
The camp watched, stunned, as Deerpaw’s grief tore her apart right in front of them.

Poisonpaw stood perfectly still, shaking at all the right moments, eyes glossy, expression soft with sorrow.
No one questioned a thing.

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5 days ago | [YT] | 6

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chapter uhhh 5 of shatter? idk

“Keep your stance wide, Thornpaw,” Brambleleap meowed, padding a slow circle around Poisonpaw. “Balance matters more than speed.”
“Yes, Brambleleap,” Poisonpaw replied, adjusting her footing.
The sun filtered through the trees as the four cats gathered in the sandy training hollow. Brambleleap stood beside Mothcrackle—Meadowpaw’s mentor.
“Alright,” Mothcrackle growled. “This’ll be a good sparring session. Meadowpaw, you’re with Poisonpaw.”
Meadowpaw rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
Poisonpaw smirked slightly. She wasn’t thrilled to be paired with the most arrogant apprentice in the Clan, but part of her looked forward to wiping the smug look off Meadowpaw’s face. even if just for a moment.
“Remember,” Brambleleap cut in firmly, “no claws.”
“No claws,” both apprentices echoed. Meadowpaw said it with a dramatic sigh.
They faced each other in the sand, tails twitching. Thornpaw and the mentors stepped back to watch.
“Go!” Mothcrackle barked.
Meadowpaw lunged first, swift and light on her paws. Poisonpaw ducked, rolled, and shoved back with her hind legs, knocking Meadowpaw off balance.
She recovered quickly, narrowed her eyes, and swiped at Poisonpaw’s shoulder. Poisonpaw blocked it with ease and countered.
Left shoulder, twist, duck—
Her body moved faster than she thought.
In the heat of it—when Meadowpaw lunged again—Poisonpaw didn’t hold back. Her claws slipped free, like instinct had taken over.
She swiped low, aiming for Meadowpaw’s chest, but instead, her claws raked across Meadowpaw’s foreleg.
Meadowpaw screeched and jumped back, stumbling in the sand. “Fox-dung, Poisonpaw!”
“Wait—I—” Poisonpaw froze, horror blooming in her chest. Blood dotted Meadowpaw’s pale fur, not deep, but definitely more than a scratch.
Brambleap rushed forward. “Poisonpaw! I said no claws!”
“I—I didn’t mean to!” Poisonpaw gasped, backing up a step.
Mothcrackle padded to Meadowpaw, sniffing the wound. “It’s shallow. She’ll live.”
“Barely,” Meadowpaw muttered with a dramatic hiss, licking her leg as if it were nearly torn off.
Poisonpaw’s tail drooped. “I didn’t mean to. I swear. I just got caught up.”
“You’ll need to be more careful,” Brambleleap said, not harsh, but firm. “A real battle’s one thing. But when you’re training with Clanmates—mistakes like that cause more than just blood.”
Meadowpaw sat stiffly, glaring at Poisonpaw through narrowed green eyes. “She probably wanted to do it. She’s always acting like she’s better than everyone.”
Poisonpaw’s ears burned. “You think I did that on purpose? I was just—training.”
“You’re too good at it,” Meadowpaw snapped.
“Enough,” Mothcrackle rasped. “Take it as a lesson. Accidents happen. Keep your claws in next time.”
Poisonpaw looked down at her paws, flexing them slowly. Her claws sheathed with ease.
Too easy.
Her heart pounded in her ears. She hadn’t been trying to hurt anyone… right?
Brambleap placed a tail gently on her shoulder. “You’ve been progressing fast. Just make sure your instincts don’t outrun your judgment.”
Poisonpaw nodded, swallowing down a knot in her throat. She didn’t look at Meadowpaw again.
But Meadowpaw looked at her.
And the glare she gave Poisonpaw said this wasn’t over.


The early morning sun cast a warm golden glow across the camp, but Poisonpaw’s steps were heavy and slow as she padded toward the elder’s den. The soft rustle of leaves and the gentle chirping of birds filled the air, but none of it reached her mind. Her mentor, Brambleleap, walked beside her in silence, his amber eyes steady and sharp as ever.
“You used your claws during training yesterday,” Brambleleap said quietly but firmly, breaking the silence. “That cannot happen again.”
Poisonpaw’s ears flattened against her head. She glanced up at him, guilt pressing down like a stone in her chest. “I’m sorry, Brambleleap. It was an accident—I didn’t mean to.”
“Words mean little without action, Poisonpaw,” he replied, voice low and steady. “Control is not just about fighting skill. It’s about mastery of both body and mind. You’re still learning that.”
Poisonpaw’s tail twitched uneasily as they reached the edge of the elder’s den. Brambleleap stopped and gestured toward the circle of elders resting in the shade, their fur ruffled and mottled with age.
“For your punishment,” Brambleleap continued, “you will pick ticks off the elders for a full cycle of the sun. It’s a simple task, but one that demands patience, care, and humility. You need to understand that serving the Clan means more than winning fights.”
Poisonpaw swallowed hard, then dipped her head. “I understand.”
She stepped quietly inside the den, the elder cats lifting their tired eyes to regard her. None of them spoke, but there was an unspoken kindness in their gazes—a patience that only years of hardship could teach.
One elder, a sleek gray tom with eyes like polished stone, stretched and blinked slowly at her. His fur was speckled with silver, and despite his age, his posture remained proud.
Poisonpaw settled beside him and began her careful work, her paws moving gently through his thick fur, picking off the small pests hidden there. The smell of moss and old wood filled the den, mingling with the warmth of the sleeping cats.
“Long ago,” the elder murmured softly, his voice gravelly but steady, “there was a warrior who thought herself above the rules. She fought with all the strength she had, but she forgot humility. It cost her dearly.”
Poisonpaw paused for a moment, letting the story wash over her. Her paws continued their careful task, but her thoughts tumbled like leaves in a storm.
“What happened to her?” Poisonpaw asked quietly.
The elder’s eyes gleamed with a hint of sadness. “She lost the respect of her Clan. She was strong, yes, but strength without patience and respect is like a blade without a hilt—it cuts the one who wields it.”
Poisonpaw nodded slowly, her heart tightening.
“Sometimes,” the elder added, “true strength lies in knowing when to hold back, when to listen, and when to serve. A warrior’s might is nothing without the wisdom to control it.”
Hours passed as Poisonpaw worked in silence, the sun moving slowly across the sky until the shadows lengthened and the air cooled. She felt tired but changed—less like a reckless apprentice and more like someone beginning to understand the weight of her place in the Clan.
When the cycle of the sun was complete, Brambleleap returned, his eyes resting thoughtfully on Poisonpaw. “You have promise,” he said quietly, “but promise is only the beginning. Never forget respect—for yourself, for your Clan, and for the rules that hold us together.”
Poisonpaw dipped her head in thanks, her chest heavy but her spirit steadied.
That night, beneath a sky blanketed with stars, Poisonpaw slipped silently from the camp. The comforting shadows of the Dark Forest welcomed her, wrapping around her like a cloak. The lessons from the elder’s story echoed in her mind, stirring questions she longed to ask.
Her mentors awaited, and she was eager to learn more—about strength, about humility, and about the warrior who had once forgotten the balance between them.

Mist curled along the forest floor as Poisonpaw stepped into the Dark Forest. The trees loomed like skeletal claws, their blackened limbs blotting out even the starlight. The air felt heavier here—damp, quiet, and strange. Yet by now, it no longer frightened her.
Poisonpaw walked steadily, ears flicking as distant whispers stirred the shadows. She reached the training clearing, where two familiar cats already waited for her.
Vipershadow, her usual mentor here, sat like a shadow given form.
Beside him lounged Rockbriar.
“You’re late,” Rockbriar chirped. “Or early. Time’s fake here anyway.”
Poisonpaw sat, her tail curling neatly around her paws. “I was picking ticks off the elders,” she muttered. “As punishment. I used my claws in training today.”
“Oooh, naughty,” Rockbriar said with mock horror. “Please tell me you made someone cry.”
Vipershadow’s head tilted slightly, unreadable. His voice came like wind through hollow logs. “Did you learn anything?”
Poisonpaw hesitated. “One of the elders told me a story. About a she-cat who was strong, but too proud. She lost her Clan’s respect… everything. Do you know who he meant?”
Vipershadow didn’t move. The forest seemed to hold its breath.
Rockbriar flicked her ear. “Sounds like a classic downfall tale. Probably ended with her getting clawed up by a badger or banished into the woods. Either way—fun.”
“I think it was more serious than that,” Poisonpaw said quietly.
Stillness stretched between them. Then Vipershadow spoke, his voice dry and distant. “There have been many who let pride rot their purpose. Their names fade. Their bones sink into the forest floor.”
“But… was she real?” Poisonpaw pressed. “Was it someone you knew?”
For a long moment, neither cat answered. Then Rockbriar rolled onto her side dramatically. “Look, kit. If you don’t want to end up like her, don’t break the rules unless you’re smart enough to rewrite them.”
Vipershadow finally rose, his movements soundless. “She was real.”
Poisonpaw’s ears pricked.
“She was powerful. Revered. But she believed her strength made her untouchable.” He stared straight through her. “When she fell, no one caught her. They just watched.”
Poisonpaw swallowed. “Was she like me?”
Vipershadow was silent, then said only: “She was like many. What matters is what you become.”
Rockbriar rolled her eyes. “Ugh. So serious. Are we done with storytime now?”
Vipershadow stepped into the center of the clearing. “We train.”
Poisonpaw stood, shaking out her fur. But the elder’s story clung to her thoughts like cobwebs. Somewhere in the shadows, the past whispered warnings—and she would be wise to listen.

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my warrior cats map -- maybe this time is doing so well!! but since time is moving so fast, and the deadline is the end of this month, so i decided to tag some people who need to finish their parts, or at least show me a wip!

‪@KiraFurry12‬
‪@Winktheessa‬
@thisisprollyaname

and the people who have to finish their wips: (not forcing, take your time! im just reminding you)
‪@meepanimations2468‬
‪@Root_Lizord‬
‪@BONAFIDE-THEREWASNONDA‬

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chapter 4 YAYAYYA (read chapter 3 first, its under this)


The sky was a soft blue above the camp, dappled with clouds that drifted lazily in the breeze. Poisonpaw lay sprawled in a patch of warm sunlight outside the apprentice den, her tail flicking back and forth as she watched the clouds move.
It was a rare quiet day. No hunting patrols. No battle training. Just… rest.
Thornpaw was sitting nearby, chewing idly on a sprig of grass. Skitterpaw was curled up in a tight ball beside them, fast asleep after a morning of sorting herbs with the medicine cat. Meadowpaw was nowhere in sight—probably helping rebuild the elder’s den, like she’d been all week.
Poisonpaw let out a small sigh.
"You're thinking too loud," Thornpaw muttered, glancing over at her.
She blinked. "What does that even mean?"
He shrugged. "You get this look on your face like you're having a conversation with the clouds."
Poisonpaw rolled onto her back, paws in the air. "Maybe I am."
Thornpaw stared up too. "What are they saying?"
Poisonpaw squinted. "That one looks like a frog."
"You didn’t answer the question."
She let out a little laugh. "They’re saying… ‘Don’t forget to enjoy the sun while you can.’"
Thornpaw nodded solemnly. "Wise frogs."
They sat in silence for a while. It wasn’t awkward—just easy. Comfortable.
"I like days like this," Thornpaw said after a while. "No pressure. No one yelling. Just breathing."
Poisonpaw nodded. She did too.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love training. She did. But the quiet moments like this helped her remember who she was beneath all the pawsteps and orders and goals. The forest wasn’t just about skill or ambition. It was also about peace. About belonging.
A leaf fluttered down from the high branches and landed gently on her chest.
Poisonpaw picked it up with one claw and spun it, watching it twirl.
"You ever wonder what kind of warrior you’ll be?" she asked.
Thornpaw didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was thoughtful. "One who protects my Clan. Who doesn’t forget what it's like to be small."
She tilted her head at him.
"And you?" he asked.
Poisonpaw hesitated.
Powerful, said a voice deep inside her.
Feared, said another.
Respected, said a third.
But what she said aloud was, "One who makes my Clan proud."
Thornpaw smiled at her. "You already do."
She looked away quickly, hiding the strange flutter in her chest. "Let’s see if you still say that when I beat you in our next sparring match."
"You wish."
Their laughter echoed softly through the camp, blending with the rustling leaves and chirping birds. For now, it was enough. Just being here. Just being them.




The trees were darker tonight.
Poisonpaw had slipped out just after moonhigh, careful not to disturb the nest of moss beside hers. Skitterpaw hadn’t stirred, and the camp was still and silent.
She moved through the trees like she belonged there—light on her paws, breath even, heart steady. The air grew colder the farther she walked. The leaves overhead thickened until moonlight barely reached the forest floor. The trees twisted in strange ways here, their shapes clawed and hunched like they had thoughts of their own.
Then, as always, she stepped over an invisible line.
Suddenly, she was somewhere else.
The Dark Forest.
Vipershadow appeared from the mist like he always did. A grey tom with a fully black face, glowing white eyes that saw everything—and revealed nothing.

“You’re late,” he said, though his voice was quiet and smooth.
“I had to wait for everyone to fall asleep,” Poisonpaw muttered, brushing moss from her fur.
“No excuses in battle. You must be ready always.”
She dipped her head, tail flicking. “Yes, Vipershadow.”
They began their training—fast, brutal moves she’d never been shown in her Clan. Silent kills. Bone snaps. Feints designed to make your enemy lose balance and fall right into your claws. Vipershadow didn’t hold back. And Poisonpaw kept up, breath short, muscles burning, eyes bright.
“Again,” he ordered.
She lunged.
But halfway through the move, a loud, dramatic yawn broke the silence.
“Wow,” a voice drawled from behind a tree, “this looks way too intense for someone who still has milk teeth.”
Poisonpaw skidded to a stop, fur puffing in surprise.
Out from the shadows padded a black-and-white long-haired she-cat. Her fur was impossibly fluffy, with one eye completely hidden behind a mop of white. She had a feathery tail and a voice so dry it could start a drought.
“Oh stars, did I interrupt something?” she said, clearly not sorry.
“Rockbriar,” Vipershadow said tightly. “Why are you here?”
“Stretching my legs,” she replied. “Or maybe I just wanted to see who you were growling at tonight. Looks like a Clan apprentice with too much energy.”
Poisonpaw blinked at her. “Who are you?”
“Rockbriar,” the she-cat said, flashing a too-sharp grin.
Vipershadow didn’t look pleased. “This one is mine to train.”
“Sure, sure,” Rockbriar said, waving her tail. “But she’s got potential. Good stance. A bit stiff in the shoulders. Bad habit of telegraphing her moves with her eyes.”
Poisonpaw bristled. “I do not—”
“—Do it all the time,” Rockbriar finished with a smirk. “But don’t worry, fluffball. I’ll help you out.”
She turned toward Poisonpaw, suddenly all focused. “Let’s see you try to land a blow on me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” She winked. “I’m old. How hard can it be?”
Poisonpaw lunged—fast. But Rockbriar twisted with effortless grace, stepping aside and swatting her lightly on the ear with one paw.
“Too slow,” she said cheerfully. “Try again.”
And Poisonpaw did. Again. And again. And again.
Vipershadow stood silently, watching as the two cats circled, struck, dodged, and sparred. Rockbriar fought like water, all flowing movement and surprise. But she was also a teacher, pointing out small details even as she laughed and teased.
Poisonpaw’s breathing grew heavier, but her movements sharpened. Her frustration melted into focus.
After a final blow nearly clipped Rockbriar’s shoulder, the she-cat leaped back and grinned. “There it is! Not bad, Poisonpaw.”
“You know my name?”
“I know all the interesting cats,” Rockbriar said smugly. “Besides, Vipershadow doesn’t waste time on boring ones.”
Vipershadow gave a quiet nod. “Enough for tonight.”
Poisonpaw dipped her head. “Thank you.”
As the mist began to gather and the world around her blurred into coldness again, Rockbriar called out, “See you tomorrow, whiskers.”
Poisonpaw looked back once.
Rockbriar was already fading into shadow, but her voice lingered:
“Don’t let your Clanmates see your claws too soon. It's more fun when they underestimate you.”




Poisonpaw crouched beside the apprentice’s den, nibbling at a vole, her tail twitching with boredom. The camp was unusually still—no patrols returning, no kits tumbling through the moss, not even Skitterpaw bothering her with questions. The sun was just beginning to dip, brushing the clearing with pale orange light.
Across the way, she spotted Thornpaw sitting by the fresh-kill pile, calmly chewing a mouse.
And sitting way too close to him—so close their pelts nearly touched—was Meadowpaw.
Poisonpaw’s whiskers twitched.
“Oh, Thornpaw, you should’ve seen me this morning,” Meadowpaw was saying, her voice loud and fluttery. “One swift pounce and that squirrel didn’t even stand a chance. My mentor says I’ve got natural talent—not that I’m surprised.”
Thornpaw blinked. “That’s… great, Meadowpaw.”
She leaned in closer, her fur practically brushing his. “Maybe you and I should start hunting together more. We’d make a perfect team.”
Thornpaw tilted his head slightly, clearly unsure. “We already hunt together on patrol sometimes.”

“Yes,” Meadowpaw purred, “but I mean, just us. You’re strong and quiet and focused—I’d balance you out.”
“You think I’m quiet?” he asked, more curious than offended.
“You barely speak to anyone unless you have to.* Mysterious is a good look for you,” she added with a dramatic flutter of her tail.
Poisonpaw rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. Meadowpaw was practically on top of him now, acting like he was the most important tom in the forest.
“And honestly,” Meadowpaw continued, smoothing one paw over her perfectly groomed pelt, “we’re probably the most promising apprentices. Not everyone has our level.”
Thornpaw glanced toward the apprentice’s den, and his eyes landed on Poisonpaw.
She stared right back at him, narrowing her eyes. He tilted his head slightly again, as if to say, "Can you believe this?"
Poisonpaw gave the tiniest shrug and looked away, smirking.
Meadowpaw didn’t seem to notice.
“You know,” she said sweetly, “there’s this hollow behind the warriors’ den. Private. I go there to think sometimes. You should come with me sometime—we could talk. Or not talk. Whichever you prefer.”
Thornpaw blinked slowly. “You… want to sit in a hole with me?”
Meadowpaw giggled. “You’re funny when you’re confused.”
Thornpaw turned back to his mouse with a quiet, thoughtful chew. “Mm.”
Poisonpaw couldn’t help it—she snorted.
Meadowpaw’s ears flicked up, and she twisted around, suddenly realizing Poisonpaw had been watching. “What are you laughing at?”
Poisonpaw stood up, stretched, and walked past them with her tail high. “Oh, nothing. Just admiring a masterclass in subtlety.”
Meadowpaw narrowed her eyes. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Poisonpaw.”
“Neither does desperation,” Poisonpaw replied coolly, not even bothering to stop.
Thornpaw gave a small, awkward cough and looked down at his paws.
Meadowpaw, meanwhile, hissed under her breath and muttered, “I don’t know why she always has to ruin things.”
Poisonpaw flicked her ears and smiled to herself as she padded away.
Maybe she was imagining it, but she could’ve sworn Thornpaw was smiling too.

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DYO POLONOI!! (kamari!!)

chapta 3 of shatter yayayaaa
note: i finished chapter four so read this first before reading chapter 4 lalalalla


Poisonpaw’s paws felt light as feathers as she slipped through the trees, barely brushing the leaves. The air buzzed differently here, like the forest itself was holding its breath.
This wasn't LilyClan territory. It wasn't even the real forest.
She arrived in the same foggy clearing. Vipershadow was already waiting, his glowing white eyes the only part of him that looked truly alive.

“You’re late,” he said, though time didn’t seem to exist here.

“Today we learn how to move without being seen,” he said, beginning to pace. “Not like your clan teaches. Not like prey-hunting. This is for survival. For attack. For control.”
Poisonpaw’s green eyes sparkled. “Oooh, spooky. Okay, what do I do?”
He motioned with his tail. “Follow me. Quietly. If I hear you even once, you start over.”
She bounced to her paws. “Easy-peasy.”
He vanished into the mist.
For a while, all she heard was the soft rustle of leaves under her paws and her breath. She tried to place each step like she was chasing a beetle—light, quick, no noise.
Suddenly—
“Too heavy,” Vipershadow’s voice echoed around her. She spun. No cat.
“What?” she hissed. “That was perfect!”
“Try again.”
She growled under her breath. "Okay, Mr. Glowy Face."
She began again.
This time, she pressed lower to the ground, paws barely touching the earth. A branch cracked somewhere, but not by her.
“Better,” he murmured behind her. She spun again. Still no cat.
The training went on like that. Every time she slipped, he corrected. Every time she complained, he said nothing.
Eventually, he appeared again, staring at her with something like... approval?
“You learn fast,” he said.
“I am amazing,” she chirped.
He blinked slowly. “Tomorrow: attack training.”
Poisonpaw grinned. “Do I get to wrestle you? Or do you just do the talking thing again?”
His eyes narrowed. “We’ll see if you’re ready for that.”
Suddenly, the mist around her began to thin, the trees warping and stretching like fading dreams. The ground felt real again. She was waking up.
“Wait—do I get a cool warrior name too?” she called, already feeling herself drift.
“Not yet,” came his voice. “But you will.”
She blinked—and she was in her nest, heart pounding, paws twitching, the dawn light just starting to touch the edge of the apprentice den.
She smiled to herself.
Training with her real mentor was fine.
But this?
This was where the real fun was.


Poisonpaw crouched low in the training hollow, her fluffy red-orange pelt fluffed slightly against the breeze. Across from her, her mentor Brambleleap paced slowly in a circle, tail flicking as he spoke.
"Remember, don’t rush. Wait for your opponent to make the first move, then—"
But Poisonpaw didn’t wait.
With a sudden spring, she lunged at him, her green eyes gleaming. Brambleleap barely had time to brace before she twisted mid-air and landed behind him, aiming a well-placed swipe at his legs.
He jumped back, startled. "Foxdung—Poisonpaw!"
She skidded to a stop, eyes wide and bright with excitement. "What? I was just trying what you said yesterday!"
"You were supposed to wait!" Brambleleap narrowed his eyes, breathing heavily. "That was a warrior move!"
Poisonpaw blinked innocently. "I-I was just practicing in my den... in my head, I mean. I didn’t mean to surprise you!"
Brambleleap studied her. "You’re learning faster than any apprentice I’ve trained."
She ducked her head, but her smile tugged up on one side. "Guess I’m just really excited to be the best I can be."
Behind the brambles, a pair of tiny ears twitched. Skitterpaw had followed, half-curious, half-jealous. She watched with wide eyes as her denmate danced around her mentor like a cat who’d been training for moons, not days.
When the training ended, Brambleleap let her go early. Poisonpaw trotted back to the apprentices’ den, barely hiding her grin.
But that night, as she curled up in her nest, her mind wasn’t on her mentor.
It was on glowing white eyes and a whisper in the shadows.
"Next time, use your claws. A real enemy won’t go easy on you."
And Poisonpaw…
She was starting to wonder if she liked the dark forest’s lessons better.


The sun had barely begun to stretch its golden light across the clearing when Skitterpaw burst out of the apprentice den like a whirlwind. Her fur was fluffed with excitement, and her whiskers twitched like she might burst if she didn’t speak.
"You guys won’t believe what I saw yesterday!" she yowled, nearly tumbling over Thornpaw’s tail as she landed in a heap beside the fresh-kill pile.
Meadowpaw lifted her head, blinking sleep out of her moss-flecked eyes. "If this is about that beetle in your nest again—"
"It’s not!" Skitterpaw interrupted, hopping on the tips of her paws. "It’s about Poisonpaw!"
At the sound of her name, Poisonpaw, who had just padded out of the den and was mid-stretch, froze. Her tail flicked slightly before she forced a purr and walked over to join them.
"What about me?" she asked casually, sitting down and curling her fluffy red-orange tail around her paws.
"You were amazing yesterday!" Skitterpaw said, eyes huge. "I was watching you train with Brambleleap from the brambles near the edge of the hollow. You fought like... like a full-grown warrior! You leapt behind him and knocked his legs out like bam! Then you spun and ducked under his paw like you knew it was coming!"
Poisonpaw laughed nervously. "Skitterpaw, you always exaggerate. I just remembered the moves he showed me the day before."
"No way," Thornpaw said, padding up beside them with a chunk of rabbit in his jaws. He set it down, ears pricked. "I’ve trained with Brambleleap before. He doesn’t go easy on new apprentices. If you’re dodging and flipping like that, you’re doing something special."
Meadowpaw’s eyes narrowed with interest. "Are you sneaking out at night to practice?"
Poisonpaw’s heart skipped a beat. She laughed again—lighter this time, a little louder than it needed to be. "What?! Of course not! I’m way too lazy to train more than I have to. You know me."
Skitterpaw tilted her head. "But I saw the way Brambleleap looked at you after that move. He paused. Like he was… confused."
Poisonpaw glanced toward the warrior’s den just as Brambleleap emerged, a squirrel dangling from his jaws. He walked slowly toward the fresh-kill pile, dropped it, and turned his head slightly in her direction. Their eyes met—just for a moment.
And then he looked away and padded toward the warriors gathering for the morning patrol.
"You saw that too, huh?" Thornpaw said, nudging Meadowpaw.
"He was surprised," she agreed. "Like he didn’t expect her to be that fast."
Poisonpaw shook her head and grinned. "Maybe I’m just secretly a natural."
The others laughed, but the tension in her chest didn’t ease.
They were noticing.
How quickly she learned.
How sharp her reflexes were.
How unnatural it was for a cat her age.
The praise made her pelt prickle. They weren’t supposed to notice.
Because if they noticed too much… they might start asking how.
She sat beside Skitterpaw and tried to act normal, giggling at Thornpaw’s story about his failed hunting crouch and joining in when they argued over who would be the best warrior first. But her mind was already racing ahead to that night.
Vipershadow had said they'd meet again. And if she wanted to stay ahead of everyone’s questions, she’d need to learn even faster.
In places the others didn’t even know existed.
She took a bite of her vole, chewing slowly, her gaze flicking toward the shadows at the edge of camp.
They were noticing.

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