World War 3

The apocalypse has come! The government has put a price on the head of anyone who is a part of a fandom. Now it is time for the fandoms to join together as one to take down the government. Many challenges face the fandoms the biggest is being able to cooperate with one another.

Also we need some names for the different fandom members, so if anyone wants to submit a name we will make it a character in the story for that fandom. Thanks!

4Likes
2Comments
2634Views
AA

5. Chapter 4

      It had been a week since I had left the Heroes of Olympus fandom and was now making my way across country to visit the Warriors fandom. I needed to speak with the elders of Starclan. The fandoms were in trouble and needed the guidance of Starclan. Only, the gathering place of the clans was far from the other fandoms making it hard to find. Unless you know where to look. I climbed over a tall boulder and slid into a ditch. I looked around at the dirt walls, the dirt near the top appeared to be dryer than the dirt near the ground. That meant that there should be water near by. I crawled across the ditch not caring that my clothes were now brown with muck. My hand fell through water and I plummeted face first into a pond. "Great." I mumbled, "Just great." I stood up dripping wet. I sloshed as I walked back over to my pack. I knew that I was an easier target to spot if I was walking, but at this point I didn't care. I was wet and angry and anything that thought they could take me in a fight would be sadly mistaken.

      I rummaged through my pack trying to find something that I could use to dry myself off with when I heard a yowl. I spun around and saw a grey pelt slam into me. The air was gone from my chest and I was pinned to the ground. I looked up at my attacker. "Ashheart?" my attacker said releasing me. I stood up, a bit off balance, and nodded. When the forest was no longer spinning I was able to get a better look at my attacker. "Greypelt!" I said as she walked around me. "I'm sorry for attacking you, Ashheart." Greypelt said, "What happened to you? Your a mess!" I looked down my front at my wet, muddy self. "Fell in a pond." I replied. Greypelt snickered. 

      I stopped over and picked up my pack. "Are you coming back to the Clan?" Greypelt asked leading the way out of the ditch. "Only for a few days." I replied following Greypelt. "Well the Clan will be glad to see you." Greypelt said over her shoulder. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...