Post by Blizz on Jun 21, 2007 17:36:01 GMT -5
Title: The Flames Of Desire
Chapters: 2
Author: Icyeh (spacefreak137@hotmail.com)
Pairing: AshxSoot
Rating: PG[slash]
Spoilers: n/a
Summary: Ashfur and Sootfur have left the Clans, heading for the Tribe of Rushing Water. Meanwhile, a strange threat invades the Tribe, and this time there may be no cat to stop it...
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to HarperCollins and Working Partners
Beta: n/a
Cover: n/a
Author's Notes: I am soooooo sorry I haven't updated sooner! Every time I started writing the first chapter, I would get writers block, or I didn't like how the chapter was going. Also, after reading Twilight and Sunset, I see that the Sootfur and Ashfur in the books are much different than I had envisioned them. Every time I think of Ashfur, I think back to the little apprentice Ashpaw who was so honest and understanding, and I wonder how he could be such a jerk in Sunset, and potentially a traitor (isn't it convenient that Birchpaw, his apprentice, was the one who told Firestar where Blackstar was to meet him, and Ashfur also happened to be in the area, possibly coming back from ShadowClan? I, of course, don't know who the traitor(s) is/are for certain, but it is my guess that it is Ashfur). And poor Sootfur...after re-reading the New Prophecy series, I see that any scene that he was in (very few), he usually got whacked by Mousefur for making horrible comments and being a so-...brat.
To stop myself from going on for pages about how different my Ashfur and Sootfur and the characters in the books are, and how the events of Twilight and Sunset pretty much killed my plans for The Flames of Desire, I will just say that I'm starting over new. Yes, I know I only wrote the prologue, but that's gone. Starting over...Sootfur is alive, of course, and Ashfur isn't a jerk, so they're still different.
Soo...here's the NEW The Flames of Desire! o.o Again, I'm really sorry for not updating months sooner!
The lake twinkled as it reflected the light of the innumerable starry warriors that hovered about its shores. The ranks of StarClan cats swayed like leaves in a tree, their sparkling pelts white as oak leaves on the night of the full moon. They waited soundlessly, their paws not seeming to touch the ground, yet hovering a whisker's width above, and their noses twitched as they caught a scent on the breeze.
Then came four cats through the crowd of waiting warriors. They walked with proud graces, and a few of the other StarClan cats nodded in approval as the silent procession passed them by. None of them could doubt that, even in death, these former leaders were mighty and valiant creatures indeed.
When at last the four most former leaders of the living Clans halted before the gathered cats, one of the leaders, a blue-gray she-cat, turned to the crowd and yowled. ‘Cats of StarClan, a new Prophecy has come!’
A low murmur arose, and the StarClan cats talked among themselves for awhile until one, a silver-gray queen, bade them to be silent. ‘We’ll never find out what this Prophecy is about if these cats don’t get the chance to talk above you!’
The blue-gray she-cat nodded thanks to the queen as the crowd grew silent once more. ‘Thank you, Willowpelt.’ She raised her voice once more. ‘Nightstar gazed into the pool, and he saw...this.’
She moved aside and the pictures flickered across the waters behind her. Bluestar did not need to look, for she had heard what Nightstar had seen described in detail, and she did not want to see what this Prophecy foretold. The StarClan cats watched in horrified silence, and when the images faded into the waters of the lake, no-one moved or spoke. With barely a glance at the other leaders, Nightstar stood forth. The black tom twitched his ears and meowed, ‘I know you must be shocked, all of you. I was as well, when this Prophecy was first revealed to me. And still, I feel the cold through me, like an icy breath.’ he narrowed amber eyes and glared at the lake. ‘But we must send dreams to the medicine cats, to warn them of this new danger. New heroes must rise to defend the Clans, and our ancient way of life.’
‘This may well be the last time we talk to them, for a long time.’ a black and white tom with a long tail agreed with a glance at Nightstar. ‘We must choose the warriors who will fight in the name of StarClan.’
The fourth leader, a pale tabby tom with a crooked jaw, looked hesitant. ‘It has not been long since Brambleclaw killed his brother in our name.’ he meowed. ‘How can we choose another champion so soon? It was only a fortnight ago that his prophecy was fulfilled, if indeed a prophecy ever ends until the one it names passes into the paws of StarClan. And all the cats are so young.’
‘I agree with Crookedstar.’ Bluestar mewed. ‘It would be a long wait until one of the kits in any of the Clans was ready for such a challenge, and have we not demanded too much of the young in recent years? Firestar was only eight seasons old when he became leader, and four when he became deputy. How many of us could have faced up to such a challenge? We cannot be as parents to the kits, and protect them entirely, but we must understand that firstly, no kit or apprentice seems ready for such a demanding Prophecy, and secondly, they must have a kithood.’
Most of the StarClan cats seemed to agree with Crookedstar and Bluestar in their assessment. The four leaders gave the rest time to talk amongst themselves, discussing the situation at paw. Who could stand and defend the warrior code? It could not be some too young, and many of the older and wiser cats had gone through so much change, losing the forest and moving to live by the lake. Such a change as foretold in the new Prophecy would be too much for them. Who was ready to take up the fight?
Finally, a striped queen rose and padded down to stand among the four great leaders before the gathered cats of StarClan. Her beautiful brindle-tabby pelt shone with starry rays that brightened her leaf-coloured eyes. ‘I know of such a cat. A young warrior who has already proven himself to be a cat of intelligence, understanding, and skill in battle. He has heart, for he has borne much pain and loss since he was only a young apprentice. He now dwells among the Tribe of Rushing Water, with his mate. The two once lived in ThunderClan, but were recently driven out by Firestar, as demanded by this Prophecy. But he will return, and he will show his true self before the end.’
The cats stirred, and some showed open unhappiness at the pretty tabby’s choice. ‘He has courage, it’s true.’ meowed one, a smudgy-gray tom. ‘But he...well, he’s...different.’
‘We are all different.’ the brindle-tabby queen meowed calmly, though she felt anger rise inside her. ‘In what way do you mean, Cinderfur?’
‘Why, you of all cats should know, Brindleface; you have watched him so closely, as he is your son.’ Cinderfur replied, tail twitching uncomfortably. ‘You spoke his his “mate”. But do not mates have kits and give their Clans a future? Two toms cannot bring future kits to their Clans.’
‘You are right, Cinderfur, in that they cannot bring kits into the world. But there are she-cat and tom couples that cannot do that either, because nature has prevented them from doing so. And besides, you are forgetting the main thing: love. They love each other, Cinderfur. Is that not enough?’
‘All I know is that mates come together to bring kits into the world.’ Cinderfur blustered, as many StarClan cats glared at him. ‘They cannot do so. Therefore, they are not “mates” in the true sense of the word.’
‘You know nothing of this matter.’ a gray she-cat with fierce orange eyes growled. Her broad, flat face was a whisker’s length from his, and Cinderfur visibly cowered. ‘With every breath of wisdom in me, I advise you to shut up.’
Cinderfur flattened his ears and slunk away, and the flat-faced gray she-cat snorted and turned to the brindle queen. ‘Brindleface, I give you my vote of support.’ she dipped her head in respect to her former Clanmate and sat down again.
‘Thank you, Yellowfang.’ Brindleface meowed gratefully, nodding to the medicine cat. She turned to face the crowd of StarClan cats again. ‘Are there any more who doubt my son’s abilities?’
There were no further challenges to her choice, but Brindleface could tell that not all the cats were convinced that Ashfur could be the cat who would deliver them from the darkness that the Prophecy predicted. ‘Some of this Prophecy has already come to pass.’ Tallstar meowed, long tail waving sinuously, almost like a snake. ‘And Ashfur was indeed the cat who was involved. I believe Brindleface’s son to be the one who will save us. He has shown much courage and strength of heart thus far. How many of us could have dealt with the oppression that he has had to face, and still remain as dedicated to our Clans as he has? Granted, he was driven from his Clan’s territory, but not all cats who are exiled are rogues.’ His blue eyes glinted suddenly, and the StarClan cats stirred as the former WindClan leader reminded them that once his Clan had been driven from their territory by a rival Clan.
‘The discussion is over.’ Bluestar meowed. ‘Let us look to the future now, and not despair, whatever happens.’ she looked around at each cat in turn, blue eyes softening with compassion. Every cat would be tested before the end, both in the living and the dead Clans. ‘Let one cat go to each me...’ she halted as a cat rose to their hind paws, clearly wishing to speak. ‘Yes?’
‘Cats of StarClan,’ the cat, a small black tom with a white chest, began formally. ‘What should we do about SoulClan? Perhaps they too are in danger.’
A murmur went up from the crowd, but the small tom did not flinch as some of his Clan hissed and spat at him. There were meows of rage and hatred.
‘Let them face the danger!’
‘Why should we care about rogues, traitors, and other such scum?’
‘Perhaps this danger will drive them away for good!’
‘Silence!’
Bluestar leapt up, fur brislting and a snarl on her lips. Blazing blue eyes seemed almost to scorch the StarClan cats as the mighty warrior queen growled, ‘Have you forgotten what we have learned since coming to this place? Have you forgotten the lesson in duality? So there is light and StarClan, there is darkness and SoulClan. It is not good and evil as we were taught as kits, but co-existence. We need SoulClan to exist just as much as they need us. Without darkness, there is no light, and without the sun, the moon would be an empty rock in the sky.’ The former ThunderClan leader glared about her. ‘We cannot leave SoulClan to face this danger alone. Though a joining would be impossible, we must speak to them; show them the Prophecy, and perhaps they can help us to understand it.’
Many of the cats still looked doubtful, but three cats stood and padded away into the trees, and disappeared into darkness. Bluestar shared a look with Brindleface. The brindle-tabby queen nodded her understanding, and she too vanished, but in a flash of light as bright as a newborn star. ‘Come now,’ Bluestar meowed to Crookedstar, Nightstar, and Tallstar. ‘Let us give the medicine cats a glimpse into the future.’
As one, the leaders left to visit the four medicine cats of the living world. Bluestar’s soft gaze took in the sight of the light brown tabby ThunderClan medicine cat curled in her nest, soundly asleep. My former deputy’s daughter. she thought, and felt a strange tugging sensation. She frowned, and pushed the feeling away. You, your sister, and your mother may be the ones most harmed. she thought sadly, and wished bitterly that she could change the fate of the small family. But it is out of my paws to change your destiny, though I believe you have the strength to cope with this, and perhaps aid the cause of good and justice.
She pushed these thoughts away, and prepared to enter Leafpool’s dreams.
Chapters: 2
Author: Icyeh (spacefreak137@hotmail.com)
Pairing: AshxSoot
Rating: PG[slash]
Spoilers: n/a
Summary: Ashfur and Sootfur have left the Clans, heading for the Tribe of Rushing Water. Meanwhile, a strange threat invades the Tribe, and this time there may be no cat to stop it...
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to HarperCollins and Working Partners
Beta: n/a
Cover: n/a
Author's Notes: I am soooooo sorry I haven't updated sooner! Every time I started writing the first chapter, I would get writers block, or I didn't like how the chapter was going. Also, after reading Twilight and Sunset, I see that the Sootfur and Ashfur in the books are much different than I had envisioned them. Every time I think of Ashfur, I think back to the little apprentice Ashpaw who was so honest and understanding, and I wonder how he could be such a jerk in Sunset, and potentially a traitor (isn't it convenient that Birchpaw, his apprentice, was the one who told Firestar where Blackstar was to meet him, and Ashfur also happened to be in the area, possibly coming back from ShadowClan? I, of course, don't know who the traitor(s) is/are for certain, but it is my guess that it is Ashfur). And poor Sootfur...after re-reading the New Prophecy series, I see that any scene that he was in (very few), he usually got whacked by Mousefur for making horrible comments and being a so-...brat.
To stop myself from going on for pages about how different my Ashfur and Sootfur and the characters in the books are, and how the events of Twilight and Sunset pretty much killed my plans for The Flames of Desire, I will just say that I'm starting over new. Yes, I know I only wrote the prologue, but that's gone. Starting over...Sootfur is alive, of course, and Ashfur isn't a jerk, so they're still different.
Soo...here's the NEW The Flames of Desire! o.o Again, I'm really sorry for not updating months sooner!
Prologue
The lake twinkled as it reflected the light of the innumerable starry warriors that hovered about its shores. The ranks of StarClan cats swayed like leaves in a tree, their sparkling pelts white as oak leaves on the night of the full moon. They waited soundlessly, their paws not seeming to touch the ground, yet hovering a whisker's width above, and their noses twitched as they caught a scent on the breeze.
Then came four cats through the crowd of waiting warriors. They walked with proud graces, and a few of the other StarClan cats nodded in approval as the silent procession passed them by. None of them could doubt that, even in death, these former leaders were mighty and valiant creatures indeed.
When at last the four most former leaders of the living Clans halted before the gathered cats, one of the leaders, a blue-gray she-cat, turned to the crowd and yowled. ‘Cats of StarClan, a new Prophecy has come!’
A low murmur arose, and the StarClan cats talked among themselves for awhile until one, a silver-gray queen, bade them to be silent. ‘We’ll never find out what this Prophecy is about if these cats don’t get the chance to talk above you!’
The blue-gray she-cat nodded thanks to the queen as the crowd grew silent once more. ‘Thank you, Willowpelt.’ She raised her voice once more. ‘Nightstar gazed into the pool, and he saw...this.’
She moved aside and the pictures flickered across the waters behind her. Bluestar did not need to look, for she had heard what Nightstar had seen described in detail, and she did not want to see what this Prophecy foretold. The StarClan cats watched in horrified silence, and when the images faded into the waters of the lake, no-one moved or spoke. With barely a glance at the other leaders, Nightstar stood forth. The black tom twitched his ears and meowed, ‘I know you must be shocked, all of you. I was as well, when this Prophecy was first revealed to me. And still, I feel the cold through me, like an icy breath.’ he narrowed amber eyes and glared at the lake. ‘But we must send dreams to the medicine cats, to warn them of this new danger. New heroes must rise to defend the Clans, and our ancient way of life.’
‘This may well be the last time we talk to them, for a long time.’ a black and white tom with a long tail agreed with a glance at Nightstar. ‘We must choose the warriors who will fight in the name of StarClan.’
The fourth leader, a pale tabby tom with a crooked jaw, looked hesitant. ‘It has not been long since Brambleclaw killed his brother in our name.’ he meowed. ‘How can we choose another champion so soon? It was only a fortnight ago that his prophecy was fulfilled, if indeed a prophecy ever ends until the one it names passes into the paws of StarClan. And all the cats are so young.’
‘I agree with Crookedstar.’ Bluestar mewed. ‘It would be a long wait until one of the kits in any of the Clans was ready for such a challenge, and have we not demanded too much of the young in recent years? Firestar was only eight seasons old when he became leader, and four when he became deputy. How many of us could have faced up to such a challenge? We cannot be as parents to the kits, and protect them entirely, but we must understand that firstly, no kit or apprentice seems ready for such a demanding Prophecy, and secondly, they must have a kithood.’
Most of the StarClan cats seemed to agree with Crookedstar and Bluestar in their assessment. The four leaders gave the rest time to talk amongst themselves, discussing the situation at paw. Who could stand and defend the warrior code? It could not be some too young, and many of the older and wiser cats had gone through so much change, losing the forest and moving to live by the lake. Such a change as foretold in the new Prophecy would be too much for them. Who was ready to take up the fight?
Finally, a striped queen rose and padded down to stand among the four great leaders before the gathered cats of StarClan. Her beautiful brindle-tabby pelt shone with starry rays that brightened her leaf-coloured eyes. ‘I know of such a cat. A young warrior who has already proven himself to be a cat of intelligence, understanding, and skill in battle. He has heart, for he has borne much pain and loss since he was only a young apprentice. He now dwells among the Tribe of Rushing Water, with his mate. The two once lived in ThunderClan, but were recently driven out by Firestar, as demanded by this Prophecy. But he will return, and he will show his true self before the end.’
The cats stirred, and some showed open unhappiness at the pretty tabby’s choice. ‘He has courage, it’s true.’ meowed one, a smudgy-gray tom. ‘But he...well, he’s...different.’
‘We are all different.’ the brindle-tabby queen meowed calmly, though she felt anger rise inside her. ‘In what way do you mean, Cinderfur?’
‘Why, you of all cats should know, Brindleface; you have watched him so closely, as he is your son.’ Cinderfur replied, tail twitching uncomfortably. ‘You spoke his his “mate”. But do not mates have kits and give their Clans a future? Two toms cannot bring future kits to their Clans.’
‘You are right, Cinderfur, in that they cannot bring kits into the world. But there are she-cat and tom couples that cannot do that either, because nature has prevented them from doing so. And besides, you are forgetting the main thing: love. They love each other, Cinderfur. Is that not enough?’
‘All I know is that mates come together to bring kits into the world.’ Cinderfur blustered, as many StarClan cats glared at him. ‘They cannot do so. Therefore, they are not “mates” in the true sense of the word.’
‘You know nothing of this matter.’ a gray she-cat with fierce orange eyes growled. Her broad, flat face was a whisker’s length from his, and Cinderfur visibly cowered. ‘With every breath of wisdom in me, I advise you to shut up.’
Cinderfur flattened his ears and slunk away, and the flat-faced gray she-cat snorted and turned to the brindle queen. ‘Brindleface, I give you my vote of support.’ she dipped her head in respect to her former Clanmate and sat down again.
‘Thank you, Yellowfang.’ Brindleface meowed gratefully, nodding to the medicine cat. She turned to face the crowd of StarClan cats again. ‘Are there any more who doubt my son’s abilities?’
There were no further challenges to her choice, but Brindleface could tell that not all the cats were convinced that Ashfur could be the cat who would deliver them from the darkness that the Prophecy predicted. ‘Some of this Prophecy has already come to pass.’ Tallstar meowed, long tail waving sinuously, almost like a snake. ‘And Ashfur was indeed the cat who was involved. I believe Brindleface’s son to be the one who will save us. He has shown much courage and strength of heart thus far. How many of us could have dealt with the oppression that he has had to face, and still remain as dedicated to our Clans as he has? Granted, he was driven from his Clan’s territory, but not all cats who are exiled are rogues.’ His blue eyes glinted suddenly, and the StarClan cats stirred as the former WindClan leader reminded them that once his Clan had been driven from their territory by a rival Clan.
‘The discussion is over.’ Bluestar meowed. ‘Let us look to the future now, and not despair, whatever happens.’ she looked around at each cat in turn, blue eyes softening with compassion. Every cat would be tested before the end, both in the living and the dead Clans. ‘Let one cat go to each me...’ she halted as a cat rose to their hind paws, clearly wishing to speak. ‘Yes?’
‘Cats of StarClan,’ the cat, a small black tom with a white chest, began formally. ‘What should we do about SoulClan? Perhaps they too are in danger.’
A murmur went up from the crowd, but the small tom did not flinch as some of his Clan hissed and spat at him. There were meows of rage and hatred.
‘Let them face the danger!’
‘Why should we care about rogues, traitors, and other such scum?’
‘Perhaps this danger will drive them away for good!’
‘Silence!’
Bluestar leapt up, fur brislting and a snarl on her lips. Blazing blue eyes seemed almost to scorch the StarClan cats as the mighty warrior queen growled, ‘Have you forgotten what we have learned since coming to this place? Have you forgotten the lesson in duality? So there is light and StarClan, there is darkness and SoulClan. It is not good and evil as we were taught as kits, but co-existence. We need SoulClan to exist just as much as they need us. Without darkness, there is no light, and without the sun, the moon would be an empty rock in the sky.’ The former ThunderClan leader glared about her. ‘We cannot leave SoulClan to face this danger alone. Though a joining would be impossible, we must speak to them; show them the Prophecy, and perhaps they can help us to understand it.’
Many of the cats still looked doubtful, but three cats stood and padded away into the trees, and disappeared into darkness. Bluestar shared a look with Brindleface. The brindle-tabby queen nodded her understanding, and she too vanished, but in a flash of light as bright as a newborn star. ‘Come now,’ Bluestar meowed to Crookedstar, Nightstar, and Tallstar. ‘Let us give the medicine cats a glimpse into the future.’
As one, the leaders left to visit the four medicine cats of the living world. Bluestar’s soft gaze took in the sight of the light brown tabby ThunderClan medicine cat curled in her nest, soundly asleep. My former deputy’s daughter. she thought, and felt a strange tugging sensation. She frowned, and pushed the feeling away. You, your sister, and your mother may be the ones most harmed. she thought sadly, and wished bitterly that she could change the fate of the small family. But it is out of my paws to change your destiny, though I believe you have the strength to cope with this, and perhaps aid the cause of good and justice.
She pushed these thoughts away, and prepared to enter Leafpool’s dreams.
