Post by dare.xx.awaken me... on Feb 5, 2008 16:00:07 GMT -5
Title: In the depths of my madness
Chapters: Three parts.
Author: Dare
Pairing: None specifically, but may pop up.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Read up to Sunset.
Summary: Firestars losing it after the death of Cinderpelt, losing his deputy and best friend and clan life itself is killing him slowly. His thoughts during this dark time.
Warning: A n g s t
Disclaimer: I do not own the Warriors books, only sometimes, the plot.
Beta: Myself.
Cover: None
The dawns rays shone on the aftermath of yesterdays battle. The ginger tom was hunched wretchedly at the back of his den, hiding from the light.
He wanted to die.
Outside, he could briefly make out Cinderpelts body, the place he had sat for the whole night, until now. His past apprentice fluffy gray fur was splayed out on the ground, and her blue eyes were closed. She looked as if she was napping in the sun, but he knew it was a nap she would never wake up from.
And by his side, was nothing but his own shadow, a constant, lonley reminder that the gray tom wasn't there. Graystripe wasn't here. The elders came to take her away. Firestar pulled himself up, and shook his head at the elders, who respectfully padded away. He couldn't bare the thought of one of his closest friends beautiful gray pelt being covered by dirt. She would wake up, she had to wake up.
Just like Graystripe had to walk through that thorn barrier.
Chapters: Three parts.
Author: Dare
Pairing: None specifically, but may pop up.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Read up to Sunset.
Summary: Firestars losing it after the death of Cinderpelt, losing his deputy and best friend and clan life itself is killing him slowly. His thoughts during this dark time.
Warning: A n g s t
Disclaimer: I do not own the Warriors books, only sometimes, the plot.
Beta: Myself.
Cover: None
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The dawns rays shone on the aftermath of yesterdays battle. The ginger tom was hunched wretchedly at the back of his den, hiding from the light.
He wanted to die.
Outside, he could briefly make out Cinderpelts body, the place he had sat for the whole night, until now. His past apprentice fluffy gray fur was splayed out on the ground, and her blue eyes were closed. She looked as if she was napping in the sun, but he knew it was a nap she would never wake up from.
And by his side, was nothing but his own shadow, a constant, lonley reminder that the gray tom wasn't there. Graystripe wasn't here. The elders came to take her away. Firestar pulled himself up, and shook his head at the elders, who respectfully padded away. He couldn't bare the thought of one of his closest friends beautiful gray pelt being covered by dirt. She would wake up, she had to wake up.
Just like Graystripe had to walk through that thorn barrier.