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Post by .Swiftclaw. on Oct 26, 2007 14:01:24 GMT -5
Hey, I could pm it to you if you want.
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Post by Wildpaw on Oct 27, 2007 15:30:16 GMT -5
Well its not a story either!*pouts* ;D
When will you post it?
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Post by Wildpaw on Oct 27, 2007 15:32:08 GMT -5
What is PM? Sorry!  ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by .Swiftclaw. on Oct 28, 2007 15:05:01 GMT -5
Wait...I can't Pm it to u, you're not a member. I doesn't matter. I will probably post it in one-shots.
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Post by silverfog on Nov 4, 2007 13:50:50 GMT -5
Wow. This is soo cool!! I really like your stories, Swiftclaw; you're such a great writer! I hope when I post mine, they'll be good too!!
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Post by .Swiftclaw. on Nov 4, 2007 14:25:27 GMT -5
Aww, thanks Silverfog! I'll post the next chapter soon!
And I so agree with you, by the way. *points to personal text* LeafxCrow is one of my fav pairings!
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Post by silverfog on Nov 8, 2007 17:26:16 GMT -5
I think they're so much more suited for each other than FeatherxCrow were, for some reason. And you're welcome!  |
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Post by .Swiftclaw. on Nov 17, 2007 8:17:43 GMT -5
Chapter Seven: Disbelief and Surprise
“I don’t believe this. It cannot be happening.”
Pebblestar’s words had no effect on the somewhat dazed cats he addressed from the Highledge.
“Cats of ThunderClan, Ivystripe, Greytail and Rocktooth are dead.” There were horrified mews all around. They had lost three of their finest warriors in the space of a few moments. Pebblestar continued, grief in his mew,
“We can only assume that they were ambushed by DarkClan warriors. It seems the rumours were true after all. DarkClan has indeed risen. No cat is safe any more. Apprentices are not allowed out of the camp unless accompanied by a warrior. There will always be warriors in camp, in case of a surprise attack. And finally, pray to StarClan that no more cats are picked off like this. We will honour our lost friends, and sit a vigil for them tonight. That is all.” Bunching his muscles, Pebblestar prepared to leap off the rocky ledge, when a single voice called out from the back of the crowd.
“Have StarClan abandoned us?”
Those words alone were enough to send shivers of doubt down the old grey tom’s spine. The speaker was Sagewing. If the medicine cat was unsure of StarClan, then was there even any hope left for ThunderClan? Pebblestar forced himself to answer.
“I don’t know. They do not control us, only watch over us, but I am sorry. I just don’t know.” There were mutterings and shocked faces among the assembled cats as the leader retreated to his den.
Swiftpaw padded slowly over to the elder’s den, as she had been instructed to change their bedding and check them for ticks. She didn’t really mind, though, but her thoughts were not on moos and mouse bile. Her main thought was: could this day get any worse? Swiftpaw hoped the answer was no, but very soon she would find out how wrong she was.
The sun had set by the time Swiftpaw got back to camp. She could feel something in the air, a sense of dread and terror. Seeing her sister’s stricken face, the young she-cat’s mind was filled with images of a dead leader, more lost warriors, or…
But the thoughts dissolved as she neared the huddled group of cats. They were bending over two unmoving heaps of fur. With a jolt of pure horror that made her feel faint, Swiftpaw recognised the tabby pelt of Tigerfang and the dark grey pelt of…no, no! StarClan couldn’t be that cruel! Her sister padded slowly up to her, her black fur bristling in shock and her blue eyes brimming with sorrow. The hairs on Swiftpaw’s own black and white pelt began to prickle and the dread washed over her like waves at the sun-drown-place.
“I’m sorry, Swiftpaw. I am so sorry.” Ebonypaw’s voice was choked with grief. “Sagewing just said it. It’s been confirmed.”
“What? What’s been confirmed?” Swiftpaw mewed desperately, although she knew the answer.
“Rainpaw is dead.”
***
Three sunrises had passed since the loss of Rainpaw. The whole Clan still mourned for him, but life had to go on. Last night Emberfoot had had her kits. Today, three scraps of fur lay at her belly, one mottled brown, one grey and one deep golden-orange like its mother. But that wasn’t the only thing that cheered the Clan up. As soon as Pebblestar leaped onto the Highledge, the Clan thought he had bad news. In fact, it was the opposite.
“The day has come for a ceremony that I take great delight in performing,” the leader began. “Swiftpaw and Ebonypaw, please come here.” The sisters padded slowly forward, escorted by Hawkshadow and Tigerfang. Swiftpaw had not expected this, and her belly tightened in anticipation.
“I, Pebblestar, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Swiftpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?”
Swftpaw felt a rush of adrenaline as she heard the familiar words, only now they were being spoken to her. Green eyes gleaming, she meowed confidently, “I do.”
“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Swiftpaw, from this moment you will be known as Swiftclaw. StarClan honors your intelligence and your loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.” Pebblestar rested his muzzle on Swiftclaw’s head and she respectfully licked his grey shoulder. The Clan all cheered her, but the loudest meow came from her beloved sister Ebonypaw.
“Swiftclaw! Swiftclaw!”
“Ebonypaw, as it is half moon tomorrow night, you will travel with Sagewing and receive your warrior name, and we will remember Rainpaw, who should have been here tonight. That is all.” Pebblestar had a happy smile on his face as he padded into his den. The rest of the Clan slowly drifted off to their dens to sleep, leaving Swiftclaw to sit her lonely vigil in the darkness.
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Post by ~*~*Dovefur*~*~ on Nov 17, 2007 12:49:41 GMT -5
this is GREAT! i love your stories!
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Post by .Swiftclaw. on Nov 17, 2007 13:49:18 GMT -5
Thanks dovefur, I like yours too. ^^
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