Post by Shadowstar on Nov 29, 2007 16:59:50 GMT -5
Title: Going Under
Chapters: Songfic
Author: Shadowstar
Pairing: None
Summary: Emberpaw is an ambitious and fiery she-cat who has a desire for power. She is a loner, and has four close friends with her. Then, when she meets the mysterious Darkstar, her world will change forever...
Editor: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: Well, I do not own Warriors or Going Under(which is by Evanescence), but I do own these charries, so please, no stealing, and I hope you enjoy. I know it's really long, but I couldn't help that. Oh, and just in case you're interested, these charascters are based on a book I'm writing, but it's about people, but I made cat charries and rewrote Rin's(Who's name here is Emberpaw) adventures, about when she turns evil. If anyone is slightly interested in small things about the book, they can ask. I'm not promising an answer, it depends on if it's secret or not.
Emberpaw padded along the sandy lake shore, her ginger fur emitting a soft glow in the light of the full moon. Her icy blue eyes showed no fear of the night, instead there was a certain intense interest in her cold gaze. She scented the air and paused, her tail waving back and forth with impatience. "Hurry up, Lightningpaw, or we'll never get to Clan territory!"
A golden tom with startling deep blue eyes raced up beside her, his large paws making no noise as they pounded across the sand. His paws sent sand spraying behind him, and the angry voice of a she-cat spoke up from behind him.
"Honestly, Ligtningpaw, watch where you're putting your clumsy paws! You got dirt in my fur! And I don't even see why we have to go to Clan territory anyways, Emberpaw!" The speaker was a blue-gray she-cat with eyes the color of the soft blue sky. She held herself with dignity as she shook the dirt from her pelt.
Emberpaw rolled her eyes. "Streampaw, You'd complain if you got a single grain of sand in your pelt! And we're going to the Clan's for answers, remember?"
"I don't care for any answers, so long as we get out of here soon. The night is disturbing me."
"It is? Grasspaw, why does it disturb you? It's just a bit of dark."
Grasspaw, a dark brown male with green eyes the color of grass in new-leaf, padded up to join them. "I don't know, it just does, Emberpaw."
"Honestly, can you guys stop fighting and can we get on with it?" A fifth cat, a she-cat with amber eyes and a light gray pelt, stalked forward gracefully, with the speed of the wind. "I'm sick of your arguing!"
"Okay, okay, Hurricanepaw, we get it, we're moving," mewed Emberpaw with a sigh. "C'mon, guys, we'd better go, Hurricanepaw is right."
The five cats set forward through the darkness. Emberpaw led the way, for her eyes were the most accustomed to the night. The others followed cautiously, occasionally tripping over a root or stray branch. They traveled until the reached a small pond, where they agreed to stay the night. As the others slipped into the calming world of their dreams, Emberpaw was haunted with nightmares of dark cats with thorn-sharp claws and gleaming fangs.
Now I will tell you what I've done for you
Fifty thousand tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
Going under
Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented daily defeated by you.
Just when I thought I reached the bottom
Emberpaw slept fitfully twitching often as she dreamed. In her dreams, a large black she cat with sharp black claws and gleaming white fangs haunted her, stalked her through the forest. She ran on, her paws pounding across the hard forest floor as she tried to escape her nightmares. In her dreams, a sharp cry pierced the night, filled with pain and suffering. Breathing heavily, Emberpaw awoke and leaped to her paws, beads of sweat soaking through her fur. When she saw what was in front of her, she froze in terror, like a kit before a monster on the Thunderpath.
A large dark black she cat, with eyes the color of the midnight sky, stood in front of her. Her lip was curled back to show her fangs, which gleamed dangerously in the moonlight. Her sharp claws were covered in a sticky red substance, which Emberpaw realized with a jolt of fear, was blood. The claws underneath the blood were midnight black and sharper than thorns.
Its the cat from my dreams! though Emberpaw wildly. I have to get out of here! But her fear fixed her to the spot, forced her to look the powerful cat in the eyes, and her pride would not let her back down.
The black she cat met Emberpaw's frightened gaze with an even stare, her eyes colder then frost in winter. "What, may I ask, are you doing on my land?" she snarled softly.
Emberpaw flinched. Her meow was cold, like the splintering of ice. "My friends and I were looking for the Clan's!" Despite her fear, Emberpaw was impressed when her voice rang out strongly.
The cat fixed Emberpaw with a cold, hard glare. "You found them, alright, but what makes you think you will be welcome here?"
The cat's question stalled Emberpaw She hadn't thought of what would happen if they weren't accepted. To hide her uncertainty, she meowed, "I'm not giving you any answers until you tell me who you are!"
The she-cat hissed. "I am Darkstar, leader of DarkClan, the Clan of the night, the Clan of evil. And I can tell that deep in your heart, you are evil as well, but not your friends. You could join me, I would teach you our ways, you would have power, but it would come at a cost."
Emberpaw was intrigued. Unknown to her friends, she had always hidden a secret evil. "And what would that cost be? I am Emberpaw, by the way."
"A great one, Emberpaw. You would have to live under my orders, and follow them, even if you are ordered to kill. Even if the victim is your friend."
That was a terrible price to pay, but Emberpaw already found herself meowing, "Then I accept."
I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real, so I don't know what's real and what's not, what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
Emberpaw padded along the borders of DarkClan territory, her ginger head held high with pride. This was her home now, and she had learned great things from her leader and mentor, Darkstar. She got along well with the other cats due to the strength of her evil, and now she was patrolling the borders, keeping watch for any LightClan cats. A sudden scent caught her attention, and she drank in the air deeply. It was fresh, and nearby, but that wasn't what shocked her the most. She recognized it. Her friends.
Lightningpaw lifted his head and tasted the air. His deep blue eyes widened in shock when he caught a familiar scent the breeze. "Emberpaw!" he exclaimed.
A sharp hiss sounded behind him. It came from Streampaw, who's blue-gray fur was fluffed up with anger, and her eyes were alight with malice. "Traitor!" she called into the bushes. "I know you're there, we all do! Come out and show yourself, fox-dung!"
Emberpaw heard her, and steeped out of the bushes, her lean yet powerful muscles rippling under her flame-colored pelt. "No one dares to call me traitor." Her voice was edged with evil, and it was cold as she stared the cat who had once been her best friend in the eyes.
"I dare." Streampaw growled ferociously.
A low growl rumbled in Emberpaw's throat, and she sprang at Streampaw, her powerful jaws closing around the other cats throat. But she had not bit down yet, she had decided to wait for a little encouragement first.
But the other three cats had seen the strength in Emberpaw's muscles as she sprang, and had watched as she easily pinned Streampaw to the ground.
Streampaw whimpered softly. "Please, Emberpaw, if our friendship ever meant anything to you, leave me alone.
Emberpaw's reply was laced with anger. "Maybe at one point, it did, but not now." She sank her teeth into Streampaws throat until she tasted blood, then released.
Grasspaw wailed mournfully, he had loved Streampaw, and Emberpaw recognized the cry from her dream. But she no longer cared. As the other watched in shocked silence, she turned and vanished back into the bushes.
Streampaw gave one final twitch, and lay still. She was dead.
I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
So go on and scream, scream at me
I'm so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe
I can't keep going under
I'm dying again
Emberflame sat beside the Dark Rock, the place where Darkstar made her announcements. The deputy's ginger fur was well kept and gleamed in the moonlight, and her icy blue eyes shone with evil as she gazed at the cats of her Clan. Much hard work and many sacrifices had been made to achieve the position of deputy in DarkClan, and she bore her rank with pride.
Sometimes, at night, her thoughts would wander back to her apprenticeship, and her old friends. Streampaw was dead, slaughtered brutally by Emberflame herself, Lightningstorm had fallen in love with Emberflame and joined her in DarkClan, Hurricanefur had also joined DarkClan, for reasons she refused to explain, but Grassstream, named in honor of his lost love, had fled to LightClan, to declare an undying vengeance to everyone, and to one day hopefully take revenge on the cat that had caused Streampaw's death; Emberflame.
But now she cared for nothing but her friends, her Clan, herself, and now, her kit. Streamkit looked exactly like the cat whom she had been named after, same blue-gray pelt, same eyes, and even same dignity. Emberflame hoped that this time, she could make better choices, and lead a life, just as Emberflame had done.
It was time to move on.
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under(going under)
Going under (drowning in you)
I'm going under
Chapters: Songfic
Author: Shadowstar
Pairing: None
Summary: Emberpaw is an ambitious and fiery she-cat who has a desire for power. She is a loner, and has four close friends with her. Then, when she meets the mysterious Darkstar, her world will change forever...
Editor: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: Well, I do not own Warriors or Going Under(which is by Evanescence), but I do own these charries, so please, no stealing, and I hope you enjoy. I know it's really long, but I couldn't help that. Oh, and just in case you're interested, these charascters are based on a book I'm writing, but it's about people, but I made cat charries and rewrote Rin's(Who's name here is Emberpaw) adventures, about when she turns evil. If anyone is slightly interested in small things about the book, they can ask. I'm not promising an answer, it depends on if it's secret or not.
Going Under
Emberpaw padded along the sandy lake shore, her ginger fur emitting a soft glow in the light of the full moon. Her icy blue eyes showed no fear of the night, instead there was a certain intense interest in her cold gaze. She scented the air and paused, her tail waving back and forth with impatience. "Hurry up, Lightningpaw, or we'll never get to Clan territory!"
A golden tom with startling deep blue eyes raced up beside her, his large paws making no noise as they pounded across the sand. His paws sent sand spraying behind him, and the angry voice of a she-cat spoke up from behind him.
"Honestly, Ligtningpaw, watch where you're putting your clumsy paws! You got dirt in my fur! And I don't even see why we have to go to Clan territory anyways, Emberpaw!" The speaker was a blue-gray she-cat with eyes the color of the soft blue sky. She held herself with dignity as she shook the dirt from her pelt.
Emberpaw rolled her eyes. "Streampaw, You'd complain if you got a single grain of sand in your pelt! And we're going to the Clan's for answers, remember?"
"I don't care for any answers, so long as we get out of here soon. The night is disturbing me."
"It is? Grasspaw, why does it disturb you? It's just a bit of dark."
Grasspaw, a dark brown male with green eyes the color of grass in new-leaf, padded up to join them. "I don't know, it just does, Emberpaw."
"Honestly, can you guys stop fighting and can we get on with it?" A fifth cat, a she-cat with amber eyes and a light gray pelt, stalked forward gracefully, with the speed of the wind. "I'm sick of your arguing!"
"Okay, okay, Hurricanepaw, we get it, we're moving," mewed Emberpaw with a sigh. "C'mon, guys, we'd better go, Hurricanepaw is right."
The five cats set forward through the darkness. Emberpaw led the way, for her eyes were the most accustomed to the night. The others followed cautiously, occasionally tripping over a root or stray branch. They traveled until the reached a small pond, where they agreed to stay the night. As the others slipped into the calming world of their dreams, Emberpaw was haunted with nightmares of dark cats with thorn-sharp claws and gleaming fangs.
Now I will tell you what I've done for you
Fifty thousand tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
Going under
Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented daily defeated by you.
Just when I thought I reached the bottom
Emberpaw slept fitfully twitching often as she dreamed. In her dreams, a large black she cat with sharp black claws and gleaming white fangs haunted her, stalked her through the forest. She ran on, her paws pounding across the hard forest floor as she tried to escape her nightmares. In her dreams, a sharp cry pierced the night, filled with pain and suffering. Breathing heavily, Emberpaw awoke and leaped to her paws, beads of sweat soaking through her fur. When she saw what was in front of her, she froze in terror, like a kit before a monster on the Thunderpath.
A large dark black she cat, with eyes the color of the midnight sky, stood in front of her. Her lip was curled back to show her fangs, which gleamed dangerously in the moonlight. Her sharp claws were covered in a sticky red substance, which Emberpaw realized with a jolt of fear, was blood. The claws underneath the blood were midnight black and sharper than thorns.
Its the cat from my dreams! though Emberpaw wildly. I have to get out of here! But her fear fixed her to the spot, forced her to look the powerful cat in the eyes, and her pride would not let her back down.
The black she cat met Emberpaw's frightened gaze with an even stare, her eyes colder then frost in winter. "What, may I ask, are you doing on my land?" she snarled softly.
Emberpaw flinched. Her meow was cold, like the splintering of ice. "My friends and I were looking for the Clan's!" Despite her fear, Emberpaw was impressed when her voice rang out strongly.
The cat fixed Emberpaw with a cold, hard glare. "You found them, alright, but what makes you think you will be welcome here?"
The cat's question stalled Emberpaw She hadn't thought of what would happen if they weren't accepted. To hide her uncertainty, she meowed, "I'm not giving you any answers until you tell me who you are!"
The she-cat hissed. "I am Darkstar, leader of DarkClan, the Clan of the night, the Clan of evil. And I can tell that deep in your heart, you are evil as well, but not your friends. You could join me, I would teach you our ways, you would have power, but it would come at a cost."
Emberpaw was intrigued. Unknown to her friends, she had always hidden a secret evil. "And what would that cost be? I am Emberpaw, by the way."
"A great one, Emberpaw. You would have to live under my orders, and follow them, even if you are ordered to kill. Even if the victim is your friend."
That was a terrible price to pay, but Emberpaw already found herself meowing, "Then I accept."
I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real, so I don't know what's real and what's not, what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
Emberpaw padded along the borders of DarkClan territory, her ginger head held high with pride. This was her home now, and she had learned great things from her leader and mentor, Darkstar. She got along well with the other cats due to the strength of her evil, and now she was patrolling the borders, keeping watch for any LightClan cats. A sudden scent caught her attention, and she drank in the air deeply. It was fresh, and nearby, but that wasn't what shocked her the most. She recognized it. Her friends.
Lightningpaw lifted his head and tasted the air. His deep blue eyes widened in shock when he caught a familiar scent the breeze. "Emberpaw!" he exclaimed.
A sharp hiss sounded behind him. It came from Streampaw, who's blue-gray fur was fluffed up with anger, and her eyes were alight with malice. "Traitor!" she called into the bushes. "I know you're there, we all do! Come out and show yourself, fox-dung!"
Emberpaw heard her, and steeped out of the bushes, her lean yet powerful muscles rippling under her flame-colored pelt. "No one dares to call me traitor." Her voice was edged with evil, and it was cold as she stared the cat who had once been her best friend in the eyes.
"I dare." Streampaw growled ferociously.
A low growl rumbled in Emberpaw's throat, and she sprang at Streampaw, her powerful jaws closing around the other cats throat. But she had not bit down yet, she had decided to wait for a little encouragement first.
But the other three cats had seen the strength in Emberpaw's muscles as she sprang, and had watched as she easily pinned Streampaw to the ground.
Streampaw whimpered softly. "Please, Emberpaw, if our friendship ever meant anything to you, leave me alone.
Emberpaw's reply was laced with anger. "Maybe at one point, it did, but not now." She sank her teeth into Streampaws throat until she tasted blood, then released.
Grasspaw wailed mournfully, he had loved Streampaw, and Emberpaw recognized the cry from her dream. But she no longer cared. As the other watched in shocked silence, she turned and vanished back into the bushes.
Streampaw gave one final twitch, and lay still. She was dead.
I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
So go on and scream, scream at me
I'm so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe
I can't keep going under
I'm dying again
Emberflame sat beside the Dark Rock, the place where Darkstar made her announcements. The deputy's ginger fur was well kept and gleamed in the moonlight, and her icy blue eyes shone with evil as she gazed at the cats of her Clan. Much hard work and many sacrifices had been made to achieve the position of deputy in DarkClan, and she bore her rank with pride.
Sometimes, at night, her thoughts would wander back to her apprenticeship, and her old friends. Streampaw was dead, slaughtered brutally by Emberflame herself, Lightningstorm had fallen in love with Emberflame and joined her in DarkClan, Hurricanefur had also joined DarkClan, for reasons she refused to explain, but Grassstream, named in honor of his lost love, had fled to LightClan, to declare an undying vengeance to everyone, and to one day hopefully take revenge on the cat that had caused Streampaw's death; Emberflame.
But now she cared for nothing but her friends, her Clan, herself, and now, her kit. Streamkit looked exactly like the cat whom she had been named after, same blue-gray pelt, same eyes, and even same dignity. Emberflame hoped that this time, she could make better choices, and lead a life, just as Emberflame had done.
It was time to move on.
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under(going under)
Going under (drowning in you)
I'm going under