Post by Lightningstrike on Dec 2, 2007 23:06:32 GMT -5
(A/N: From now on there will be a little thing that says which point of view is going to be on a chapter. Please review/leave a comment! )
Rainstorms and Prophecies
Blackstar’s POV
The white tom glanced up at the sky, hope glimmering in his eyes, Had the rain stopped? Nope. He sighed. Normally walking through rain was enjoyable. In Greenleaf. In Leafbare, walking through rain usually meant you were suicidal, trying to get greencough. Or you were exiled from your clan, on a rainy, dreary night by an insane-revenge driven cat. Blackstar, in this term of events, would much rather have died of greencough then be exiled from his clan, even more so, because it was the clan he had led for countless moons, and his birth clan. Why hadn’t I seen this sooner, he wondered. All of a sudden, Blackstar lost his train of thought as he was flung painfully on the ground by a rather powerful gale of wind. Breath knocked out of him, he looked through the wet, stormy haze to see a ragged, fur-torn, bleeding russet colored shape fighting to find him. At first, the weary tom didn’t know who the shape was. Then his brain suddenly kicked in, and he remembered his deputy, Russetfur, who was exiled along with him. Blinking a couple times to clear the water collecting on his eyelids, the Shadowclan leader got to his paws, and staggered over to his deputy, who was struggling to move in the strong winds. “Russetfur?” he called, not really expecting that she could hear him above the force of the storm. "What?” she answered, sounding exhausted.
Feeling an unusual pang of concern for the she-cat, he mewed, “Maybe we should find a den or a bush to sleep in.” but it didn’t seem like she heard him, so he yelled his message again over the rainstorm. He thought he saw her nod; it was hard to tell in all the drizzle. They didn’t speak until Russetfur came upon a shallow cave, big enough for some travel-weary cats. Blackstar nodded his thanks, and stumbled into the den, curling up. The tom shivered, still partly drenched in the rain, so he moved a little closer to Russetfur, who was already asleep. Feeling warmer now, the exhausted leader fell asleep.
His nose twitched; he could smell something. Something odd, kind of like moonlight and smoke all smashed together. Opening his eyes, Blackstar was astounded to see Raggedstar, the former leader of Shadowclan, standing right before him. The first thought that occurred to him, I’ve lost another life. As if reading his thoughts, Raggedstar laughed, and said, “No, Blackstar, you have not lost a life. But something important is going to happen, and you must be ready.” Blackstar sniffed, What could be so important that Starclan still needs to speak to me even if I’ve been exiled? The Starclan cat’s expression hardened, and he mewed in a deep, cold voice,
“All will be lost in the black of night if the claw of rowan sees the light. The black star will be destroyed if it does not get the golden paw."
Blackstar’s eyes widened, “What?! That doesn’t make any sense! What in the name of Starclan is golden paw? What is the light?!! I-” Raggedstar cut him off before he could complain anymore.
“Remember my friend, stay close to your companion, for you shall need her in times to come.” And with that, the former leader’s voice faded away, but the prophecy still echoed oddly in Blackstar’s ears, All will be lost in the black of night if the claw of rowan sees the light. The black star will be destroyed if it does not get the golden paw….
Russetfur’s POV
Russetfur had had a very good sleep, completely dreamless except for the one dream she had of roasting Rowanclaw over an open fire, which was very entertaining. She could still hear him yelling to go get water. Heh. Funny. As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by an odd spectacle; there was a breathing mass of white cat pressing up to her on one side, practically on top of her. She growled, and shoved him off, making Blackstar fall on the hard, cold ground. He decided to wake up a second later, hissing. “What the?!” he was fuming. Russetfur laughed, it was funny to see the usually so angry tom so confused. When he had finally gotten up, she mewed, rather smugly,
"That will teach you to invade my personal space.”
Blackstar just snorted, and muttered, "I’m going hunting.” And went away to hunt. She watched him go, yawning. After going over her pelt to lick her wounds, the deputy noticed that one scratch in particular, a deep gash on her shoulder, hurt the most. Deciding to test it out, Russetfur stalked over the dry, yet still partly swampy earth. Tall trees, with a variety of bramble and thorn bushes abounded between trees that thinned out into clearings sometimes, or went on for what seemed like miles. Wet marshes covered part of this odd varying territory, it seemed like a good place to find prey, so Russetfur dropped down into a hunter’s crouch, scenting the air carefully. At that instant, a disturbance of a thorn bush 3 tail-lengths away caught her attention. Barely even breathing, Russetfur waited for the mouse to arrive. As expected, a very plump mouse, for Leafbare, cautiously poked its nose out, sniffing the air. For the entire deputy moved, Russetfur could have been dead. Apparently feeling safe, the mouse exposed itself fully, not suspecting a thing. This was a mistake on its part. Right then, Russetfur took a mighty leap through the air, landing squarely on the mouse, a swift bite to the neck killing it. Purring ever so softly, the Shadowclan cat took a moment to look around. Spotting a frog, she dropped back down into her crouch and moved ever so slowly, trying to ignore the newly-acquired pain in her shoulder, toward the prey. Just as she jumped, her shoulder twisted in such a way that made it unbearable to move. Nevertheless, her catch got away. Hissing in annoyance, Russetfur yet again saw a little mouse. Stalking over to it, she kept thinking, I’ll get this one. But as she was getting ready to pounce, a large crashing through the undergrowth, alerting the prey to its presence, and the mouse scampered away. Alive for another day. Angrily, Russetfur spun around to glare at whoever had ruined her catch. An angry black and white striped face appeared, the badger clumsily stumbled into the clearing, its eyes squinted and unfocused. Russetfur watched, in growing horror, as the creature turned its ugly head to glare at her. With a roar, it charged straight at her, bared. She couldn’t even react fast enough before it tore into her good shoulder. Russetfur scrabbled, trying to get a good spot to attack, but with a snarl, the badger slammed her head against a rock, knocking her senseless…
(A/N: Ha! How’s that for a cliffy? Sorry I haven’t updated in awhile..)
Rainstorms and Prophecies
Blackstar’s POV
The white tom glanced up at the sky, hope glimmering in his eyes, Had the rain stopped? Nope. He sighed. Normally walking through rain was enjoyable. In Greenleaf. In Leafbare, walking through rain usually meant you were suicidal, trying to get greencough. Or you were exiled from your clan, on a rainy, dreary night by an insane-revenge driven cat. Blackstar, in this term of events, would much rather have died of greencough then be exiled from his clan, even more so, because it was the clan he had led for countless moons, and his birth clan. Why hadn’t I seen this sooner, he wondered. All of a sudden, Blackstar lost his train of thought as he was flung painfully on the ground by a rather powerful gale of wind. Breath knocked out of him, he looked through the wet, stormy haze to see a ragged, fur-torn, bleeding russet colored shape fighting to find him. At first, the weary tom didn’t know who the shape was. Then his brain suddenly kicked in, and he remembered his deputy, Russetfur, who was exiled along with him. Blinking a couple times to clear the water collecting on his eyelids, the Shadowclan leader got to his paws, and staggered over to his deputy, who was struggling to move in the strong winds. “Russetfur?” he called, not really expecting that she could hear him above the force of the storm. "What?” she answered, sounding exhausted.
Feeling an unusual pang of concern for the she-cat, he mewed, “Maybe we should find a den or a bush to sleep in.” but it didn’t seem like she heard him, so he yelled his message again over the rainstorm. He thought he saw her nod; it was hard to tell in all the drizzle. They didn’t speak until Russetfur came upon a shallow cave, big enough for some travel-weary cats. Blackstar nodded his thanks, and stumbled into the den, curling up. The tom shivered, still partly drenched in the rain, so he moved a little closer to Russetfur, who was already asleep. Feeling warmer now, the exhausted leader fell asleep.
His nose twitched; he could smell something. Something odd, kind of like moonlight and smoke all smashed together. Opening his eyes, Blackstar was astounded to see Raggedstar, the former leader of Shadowclan, standing right before him. The first thought that occurred to him, I’ve lost another life. As if reading his thoughts, Raggedstar laughed, and said, “No, Blackstar, you have not lost a life. But something important is going to happen, and you must be ready.” Blackstar sniffed, What could be so important that Starclan still needs to speak to me even if I’ve been exiled? The Starclan cat’s expression hardened, and he mewed in a deep, cold voice,
“All will be lost in the black of night if the claw of rowan sees the light. The black star will be destroyed if it does not get the golden paw."
Blackstar’s eyes widened, “What?! That doesn’t make any sense! What in the name of Starclan is golden paw? What is the light?!! I-” Raggedstar cut him off before he could complain anymore.
“Remember my friend, stay close to your companion, for you shall need her in times to come.” And with that, the former leader’s voice faded away, but the prophecy still echoed oddly in Blackstar’s ears, All will be lost in the black of night if the claw of rowan sees the light. The black star will be destroyed if it does not get the golden paw….
Russetfur’s POV
Russetfur had had a very good sleep, completely dreamless except for the one dream she had of roasting Rowanclaw over an open fire, which was very entertaining. She could still hear him yelling to go get water. Heh. Funny. As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by an odd spectacle; there was a breathing mass of white cat pressing up to her on one side, practically on top of her. She growled, and shoved him off, making Blackstar fall on the hard, cold ground. He decided to wake up a second later, hissing. “What the?!” he was fuming. Russetfur laughed, it was funny to see the usually so angry tom so confused. When he had finally gotten up, she mewed, rather smugly,
"That will teach you to invade my personal space.”
Blackstar just snorted, and muttered, "I’m going hunting.” And went away to hunt. She watched him go, yawning. After going over her pelt to lick her wounds, the deputy noticed that one scratch in particular, a deep gash on her shoulder, hurt the most. Deciding to test it out, Russetfur stalked over the dry, yet still partly swampy earth. Tall trees, with a variety of bramble and thorn bushes abounded between trees that thinned out into clearings sometimes, or went on for what seemed like miles. Wet marshes covered part of this odd varying territory, it seemed like a good place to find prey, so Russetfur dropped down into a hunter’s crouch, scenting the air carefully. At that instant, a disturbance of a thorn bush 3 tail-lengths away caught her attention. Barely even breathing, Russetfur waited for the mouse to arrive. As expected, a very plump mouse, for Leafbare, cautiously poked its nose out, sniffing the air. For the entire deputy moved, Russetfur could have been dead. Apparently feeling safe, the mouse exposed itself fully, not suspecting a thing. This was a mistake on its part. Right then, Russetfur took a mighty leap through the air, landing squarely on the mouse, a swift bite to the neck killing it. Purring ever so softly, the Shadowclan cat took a moment to look around. Spotting a frog, she dropped back down into her crouch and moved ever so slowly, trying to ignore the newly-acquired pain in her shoulder, toward the prey. Just as she jumped, her shoulder twisted in such a way that made it unbearable to move. Nevertheless, her catch got away. Hissing in annoyance, Russetfur yet again saw a little mouse. Stalking over to it, she kept thinking, I’ll get this one. But as she was getting ready to pounce, a large crashing through the undergrowth, alerting the prey to its presence, and the mouse scampered away. Alive for another day. Angrily, Russetfur spun around to glare at whoever had ruined her catch. An angry black and white striped face appeared, the badger clumsily stumbled into the clearing, its eyes squinted and unfocused. Russetfur watched, in growing horror, as the creature turned its ugly head to glare at her. With a roar, it charged straight at her, bared. She couldn’t even react fast enough before it tore into her good shoulder. Russetfur scrabbled, trying to get a good spot to attack, but with a snarl, the badger slammed her head against a rock, knocking her senseless…
(A/N: Ha! How’s that for a cliffy? Sorry I haven’t updated in awhile..)