Post by SparkNightHeather on Apr 6, 2010 1:19:28 GMT -5
A writing-thingy by me.
Pantherpaw was back from hunting! Several of the elders made their way over to her, waiting to see what their best hunter had brought back. A plump rabbit for Oakfur, a nice mouse for Littletail, and a fish for Blindeye. The brown tabby Oakfur led his blind calico sister with her fish to the elder's den, while Littletail stayed to praise her neice. "You did well, young one," she cooed, purring at her and nuzzling the black apprentice's shoulder. Pantherpaw smiled and returned the gesture just in time to see the most respected clan leader make his way over. Even after all those moons, every cat stared with awe and wonder. Besides Pantherpaw and her approaching brother, Featherpaw. "Hello Father," the two greeted together, gazing up at the gray tabby tom with blue eyes. Blue eyes that their father shared. "Very nice catches, Pantherpaw. And what have you done today, Featherpaw?" Oh no, thought Whiteleg; Rainstar would have a badger if he found out his son had a lover so early. But Featherpaw only shrugged and yawned. "I went hunting," he lied smoothely, "and I practiced a new battle move with Whiteleg. Wanna see?" Rainstar couldn't pass up his skilled son, and let the already muscular and daunting apprentice pretend-swipe at him, finishing with a final kick to the air near his head. "Brilliant, my son," the proud father approvingly meowed and, when Hawkflight called, he was off again. The deputy looked busy, as did Rainstar. So Whiteleg, catching Dappleheart's attention, decided to save Pantherpaw from Featherpaw's wrath of plans with a, "Let's train s'more, you two."
Tawnyclaw, Pantherpaw's true mentor, was sick with greencough but was sure to recover soon, so Dappleheart would be taking over. This Whiteleg knew. And Featherpaw, being the biggest of the two siblings (and the best fighter) was ready to be a warrior, but decided he'd rather help Pantherpaw with her fighting. Well.... it was working. A flashback came to Whiteleg of the battle with Riverclan. Pantherpaw killing Wingstar, Pantherpaw outshining her brother. Because unlike Featherpaw, Pantherpaw could hunt. And hunt well.
Cloudfur gracefully stepped into the training hollow just as Featherpaw pinned Whiteleg with one paw and Dappleheart with another, while Pantherpaw snarled as if all of Lionclan was upon them as she batted Whiteleg's belly with safely sheathed hind claws. Behind the new arrival came her kits; Patchedkit, Swiftkit, and Bonekit. "My, my. What fine warriors you'll make," said the queen, while Bonekit joined in right beside Featherpaw. With shock, Whiteleg realized how much his sister's son was growing. Bonekit would surely be just as big as Featherpaw! And With Swiftkit's speed, she could end up the next Pantherpaw! The black-and-white she-kit joined the fun, while Patchedkit watched Berrywing and the former medicine cat Weaselclaw going over herbs. The new medicine cat new every herb perfectly.... as did Patchedkit! The Windclan kits really were something else. At last Featherpaw and Pantherpaw hauled Swiftkit and Bonekit off of the mentors, who shook and stared and licked their ruffled fur. Well, Whiteleg was just playing along. Really, he could have easily thrown Featherpaw and Pantherpaw off. Really, he could thrown them very far. Really, he was worried about what he might have done to them. However, the lively bunch looked just that; lively and young without a hint of pain. Featherpaw, him and gray-ness, looking around with his head held high. Pantherpaw, with her early beauty and remarkable skills. Bonekit, right beside Featherpaw and not even having to look up to see him. Swiftkit taking Pantherpaw's side, with a grin on her face and gazing admiringly at the black apprentice. Something about this seemed off, though.....
"I'm telling you, White. We need her. We need both of them." The elegant dark brown she-cat was gazing at her deputy with blazing amber eyes, which clouded every now and then with ambition. "You're already master," Whiteleg pointed out calmly, sitting down and retruned her crazed look with a cool look in his own green eyes. The young apprentice Storm spoke up. "But Sable! She'll be doomed for life! And so young! Please... all I ask of you is that you give them some time. Pick mates, have k-" He was cut off and the next thing Whiteleg saw was the master's apprentice running away with blood streaming from his cheek. "Whiteleg, you are to go out tonight. Take the female. The male can wait."
He didn't want to, but he had to. Master's orders. So he was stalking the apprentice from the tree-tops, never making a sound. Until.... at the last moment.... He leapt down and landed at her side. She didn't have a chance to run before his teeth were in his throat, the silvery venom dripping from every tooth and into the wound that stung so much for her. It was like fire, racing in her blood and burning her. Everything went black and she couldn't move.
Rainstar stared at his paws, snuggled up to the crying Breezepelt sadly as they mourned their daughter. Featherswipe lay nearby, near Rosetail and Bonepaw. Swiftpaw was off on her own, and maybe she cried more than anyone. The ground around her was soaked in a bigger circle than she was by the time the day was over. Littletail herself cried a few tears as she went to visit her brother, greencough chaking her body every step of the way. Tawnyclaw at last went over to his daughter Swiftkit and comforted her, while Cloudfur stayed with Patchedpaw in the medicine cat's den, expecting her second litter already. The entire clan was shocked. Perhaps no cat, however, felt the pain of the 'loss' than Whiteleg. "I tried to save her, but the current.... it was just too fast. She went under right away, and she probably froze to d-death.... I'm so sorry, Rainstar, Breezepelt, Tawnyclaw, all of you. I should have kept a better eye on her."
"Nobody blames you, Whiteleg," said the wise Rainstar, who suddenly looked a thousand moons older. But Breezedpelt glared at him with a fire. A fire in those slightly glowing blue eyes..... So deep and dark in color..... Wind! The she-cat nodded and placed her head on her paws.
(Many, MANY (like 42 moons later.) moons later.)
Breezedstar stood before the others in light of Starclan, her head high. "Rainstar stepped down many moons ago, and has died of old age," she reported without any emotion. her eyes were on the apprentices. Brokenpaw, the blind medicine cat apprentice. Bloodpaw, the reddish-brown tabby apprentice, and their main 'sibling'.... Nightpaw. "We have three new apprentices," the leader went on, gazing even more intesnely at them. Nightpaw was the first to stand, who was soon joined by his adopted siblings. His black fur gleamed in the moonlight, and his amber eyes seemed orange against the dark of his coat. His paws were gleaming white, as was his tail-tip... his build was so much like Featherswipe's. Like his adopted siblings' father. His adopted father, too. Bonefur. He was standing by Nightpaw, proud as if he was standing by his own son that he didn't have. For some reason, although Featherswipe's mate Rosetail had raised Nightpaw alongside her other two sons, it was Bonefur who took interest in him. Bonefur who trained him.......
A mix between something I made up and all of Nightstar's past. Woot. More tomorrow!
Pantherpaw was back from hunting! Several of the elders made their way over to her, waiting to see what their best hunter had brought back. A plump rabbit for Oakfur, a nice mouse for Littletail, and a fish for Blindeye. The brown tabby Oakfur led his blind calico sister with her fish to the elder's den, while Littletail stayed to praise her neice. "You did well, young one," she cooed, purring at her and nuzzling the black apprentice's shoulder. Pantherpaw smiled and returned the gesture just in time to see the most respected clan leader make his way over. Even after all those moons, every cat stared with awe and wonder. Besides Pantherpaw and her approaching brother, Featherpaw. "Hello Father," the two greeted together, gazing up at the gray tabby tom with blue eyes. Blue eyes that their father shared. "Very nice catches, Pantherpaw. And what have you done today, Featherpaw?" Oh no, thought Whiteleg; Rainstar would have a badger if he found out his son had a lover so early. But Featherpaw only shrugged and yawned. "I went hunting," he lied smoothely, "and I practiced a new battle move with Whiteleg. Wanna see?" Rainstar couldn't pass up his skilled son, and let the already muscular and daunting apprentice pretend-swipe at him, finishing with a final kick to the air near his head. "Brilliant, my son," the proud father approvingly meowed and, when Hawkflight called, he was off again. The deputy looked busy, as did Rainstar. So Whiteleg, catching Dappleheart's attention, decided to save Pantherpaw from Featherpaw's wrath of plans with a, "Let's train s'more, you two."
Tawnyclaw, Pantherpaw's true mentor, was sick with greencough but was sure to recover soon, so Dappleheart would be taking over. This Whiteleg knew. And Featherpaw, being the biggest of the two siblings (and the best fighter) was ready to be a warrior, but decided he'd rather help Pantherpaw with her fighting. Well.... it was working. A flashback came to Whiteleg of the battle with Riverclan. Pantherpaw killing Wingstar, Pantherpaw outshining her brother. Because unlike Featherpaw, Pantherpaw could hunt. And hunt well.
Cloudfur gracefully stepped into the training hollow just as Featherpaw pinned Whiteleg with one paw and Dappleheart with another, while Pantherpaw snarled as if all of Lionclan was upon them as she batted Whiteleg's belly with safely sheathed hind claws. Behind the new arrival came her kits; Patchedkit, Swiftkit, and Bonekit. "My, my. What fine warriors you'll make," said the queen, while Bonekit joined in right beside Featherpaw. With shock, Whiteleg realized how much his sister's son was growing. Bonekit would surely be just as big as Featherpaw! And With Swiftkit's speed, she could end up the next Pantherpaw! The black-and-white she-kit joined the fun, while Patchedkit watched Berrywing and the former medicine cat Weaselclaw going over herbs. The new medicine cat new every herb perfectly.... as did Patchedkit! The Windclan kits really were something else. At last Featherpaw and Pantherpaw hauled Swiftkit and Bonekit off of the mentors, who shook and stared and licked their ruffled fur. Well, Whiteleg was just playing along. Really, he could have easily thrown Featherpaw and Pantherpaw off. Really, he could thrown them very far. Really, he was worried about what he might have done to them. However, the lively bunch looked just that; lively and young without a hint of pain. Featherpaw, him and gray-ness, looking around with his head held high. Pantherpaw, with her early beauty and remarkable skills. Bonekit, right beside Featherpaw and not even having to look up to see him. Swiftkit taking Pantherpaw's side, with a grin on her face and gazing admiringly at the black apprentice. Something about this seemed off, though.....
"I'm telling you, White. We need her. We need both of them." The elegant dark brown she-cat was gazing at her deputy with blazing amber eyes, which clouded every now and then with ambition. "You're already master," Whiteleg pointed out calmly, sitting down and retruned her crazed look with a cool look in his own green eyes. The young apprentice Storm spoke up. "But Sable! She'll be doomed for life! And so young! Please... all I ask of you is that you give them some time. Pick mates, have k-" He was cut off and the next thing Whiteleg saw was the master's apprentice running away with blood streaming from his cheek. "Whiteleg, you are to go out tonight. Take the female. The male can wait."
He didn't want to, but he had to. Master's orders. So he was stalking the apprentice from the tree-tops, never making a sound. Until.... at the last moment.... He leapt down and landed at her side. She didn't have a chance to run before his teeth were in his throat, the silvery venom dripping from every tooth and into the wound that stung so much for her. It was like fire, racing in her blood and burning her. Everything went black and she couldn't move.
Rainstar stared at his paws, snuggled up to the crying Breezepelt sadly as they mourned their daughter. Featherswipe lay nearby, near Rosetail and Bonepaw. Swiftpaw was off on her own, and maybe she cried more than anyone. The ground around her was soaked in a bigger circle than she was by the time the day was over. Littletail herself cried a few tears as she went to visit her brother, greencough chaking her body every step of the way. Tawnyclaw at last went over to his daughter Swiftkit and comforted her, while Cloudfur stayed with Patchedpaw in the medicine cat's den, expecting her second litter already. The entire clan was shocked. Perhaps no cat, however, felt the pain of the 'loss' than Whiteleg. "I tried to save her, but the current.... it was just too fast. She went under right away, and she probably froze to d-death.... I'm so sorry, Rainstar, Breezepelt, Tawnyclaw, all of you. I should have kept a better eye on her."
"Nobody blames you, Whiteleg," said the wise Rainstar, who suddenly looked a thousand moons older. But Breezedpelt glared at him with a fire. A fire in those slightly glowing blue eyes..... So deep and dark in color..... Wind! The she-cat nodded and placed her head on her paws.
(Many, MANY (like 42 moons later.) moons later.)
Breezedstar stood before the others in light of Starclan, her head high. "Rainstar stepped down many moons ago, and has died of old age," she reported without any emotion. her eyes were on the apprentices. Brokenpaw, the blind medicine cat apprentice. Bloodpaw, the reddish-brown tabby apprentice, and their main 'sibling'.... Nightpaw. "We have three new apprentices," the leader went on, gazing even more intesnely at them. Nightpaw was the first to stand, who was soon joined by his adopted siblings. His black fur gleamed in the moonlight, and his amber eyes seemed orange against the dark of his coat. His paws were gleaming white, as was his tail-tip... his build was so much like Featherswipe's. Like his adopted siblings' father. His adopted father, too. Bonefur. He was standing by Nightpaw, proud as if he was standing by his own son that he didn't have. For some reason, although Featherswipe's mate Rosetail had raised Nightpaw alongside her other two sons, it was Bonefur who took interest in him. Bonefur who trained him.......
A mix between something I made up and all of Nightstar's past. Woot. More tomorrow!
