Post by brookstar on Aug 23, 2006 19:58:35 GMT -5
Here's a story I wrote, enjoy!:
- – WARRIORS: -
A powerful prophecy has been made. Starstream is a young warrior in RockClan. He thinks he’s always been there, but that is not so. Who is Starstream? What strange secret does his path hold? Is he in special league with StarClan? If so, why isn't he a medicine cat or a leader? If he really is destined to lead a life among the stars, why does nobody tell him? Does an outside cat from twolegplace know more about him and his parentage than he himself does? Is his life going to be one subjected to misery and confusion? Is it up to him to decide what happens next, or does he really have his head in the stars?
Prologue
TWO CATS stood in the center of the RockClan camp, unmoving except for a faint movement of their chests. It was night, and all of the Clan was asleep. The cats were roughs, both with solid silver pelts, one male and one female. Both had sneaked in unnoticed, one, the male, was named Elom, and the female Em. They had weird, staring blue eyes that seemed to be able to stare into all futures, pasts, and presents. Right now they had their eyes fixed on the brightest star in Silverpelt, as if waiting for something important to happen. It did. At that exact moment a bright beam erupted from the star and sailed down to a spot right between the two cats’ front paws. Neither cat moved, they stood stock still, eyes concentrated on an even brighter circle of light in the middle of the beam, following it down to earth, in the center of the beam of light. Once the circle touched the ground, it turned into a kitten, newborn and shivering, before the beam disappeared with a sort of zapping, crackling sound. They licked their kit once on the head, and in their own, silent way, named him Starstream, destined to live a life with a special connection to the stars, though also to be Starkit and Starpaw before receiving his true name, Starstream. Then they transferred their eyes to the full moon, their clear blue gaze burning straight through it. Suddenly to new beams erupted from the center of the moon, turning Elom and Em into little circles of light as they sailed straight toward the moon, the beams disappearing behind them with the same, bizarre sound as Starstream’s.
It was morning, bright sunlight swirled its way into the medicine cat’s den, and its warmth awakened Rookherb, the current medicine cat and Youclaw’s mentor. He yawned loudly and stretched, his mouth opening up like a large, blooming pink rose in his face. He took the time to take a considerably long bath, dark pink tongue getting out all the grit of the previous night and setting every inch of his ruffled fur inky black back in its proper place. He stood up, gave himself a shake, and stalked out of his den, careful not to wake his apprentice, Youpaw, from her peaceful sleep in her fern nest. He emerged, slowly blinking his eyes into the sunlight, and at first thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him in his old age. For in the center of the camp he saw a tiny kit, barely more than a scrap of fur, curled up in a tight ball and barely breathing. It was so much of a shock to him at first that all Rookherb could do was stare stupidly at it, than his medicinal instincts kicked in and he immediately picked up the kit by the scruff of its’ neck, carrying it off in the direction of his den.
As soon as he got inside Rookherb started barking out orders, startling Youpaw into wakefulness so suddenly that all she could do for a while was stutter very fast over a few words and fluff her fur out. When she had properly awakened Rookherb sent her scurrying around for a few select herbs and ordered her to sprinkle, dribble, and wrap-around the herbs over the kit’s tiny body, a precaution against cold but still alive kits so that they don’t freeze to death anyway. He then sentenced her to curl up with the kit in her nest and make sure to keep it warm; he then assured her that after alerting Eyestar he would ask one of the nursing queens to suckle the kit.
“So you see, Eyestar, I couldn’t just leave him there, he’s in my den right now. Do you want to see him?” asked Rookherb. He had just finished explaining to Eyestar about the kit and the predicament the kit was in.
“Hmmm.” Contemplated Eyestar, “My queen, Mayflower, you can ask her to suckle the kit. After losing Dawnkit and Finkit and now only having Moonkit left I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.” Replied Eyestar casually. “But first I would like to see this kit for myself, and give him a private naming ceremony.” This statement rather shocked Rookherb, but he bowed his head low in assent anyway. After all, who would dare to appose the great Eyestar?
In Rookherb’s den, Eyestar stood studying the body of the sleeping kit from his vast height. He surveyed the kit carefully, being sure not to miss any angle, curve, or pattern of his body, including the strange symbolic pattern written across the kit’s back, crossed many times by a star that seemed to melt away into darkness.
Suddenly Eyestar was gripped by a strong force that completely took over his mind and body, turning his eyes vacant and blank, staring at nothing at all. Rookherb recognized that look, though he had never seen it before, it was the look of one taken over by StarClan. Suddenly Eyestar began to speak in a voice that was not his own, it was strong, but ancient too.
Here is what he said: “This kit is already named, for he comes from us, and therefore is our messenger. Listen to him and you will be saved a lot of terrible grief. Treat this cat with great care and formality, for he is your special connection to us, and if he breaks, you will lose contact with us forever!” as he said his last foreboding words Eyestar sank to the ground, temporarily drained of his power.
Be, until he is When Eyestar picked himself up again it was to the discovery that everyone was staring at him like he was a twoleg monster or a dog, a mixture of fear and awe on their faces. “What?” asked Eyestar in such a coy manner that everyone immediately became more visibly relaxed and loose.
“Now,” said Eyestar, “for his name! His name shall be, until he is apprenticed, Starkit!”
- – WARRIORS: -
A powerful prophecy has been made. Starstream is a young warrior in RockClan. He thinks he’s always been there, but that is not so. Who is Starstream? What strange secret does his path hold? Is he in special league with StarClan? If so, why isn't he a medicine cat or a leader? If he really is destined to lead a life among the stars, why does nobody tell him? Does an outside cat from twolegplace know more about him and his parentage than he himself does? Is his life going to be one subjected to misery and confusion? Is it up to him to decide what happens next, or does he really have his head in the stars?
Prologue
TWO CATS stood in the center of the RockClan camp, unmoving except for a faint movement of their chests. It was night, and all of the Clan was asleep. The cats were roughs, both with solid silver pelts, one male and one female. Both had sneaked in unnoticed, one, the male, was named Elom, and the female Em. They had weird, staring blue eyes that seemed to be able to stare into all futures, pasts, and presents. Right now they had their eyes fixed on the brightest star in Silverpelt, as if waiting for something important to happen. It did. At that exact moment a bright beam erupted from the star and sailed down to a spot right between the two cats’ front paws. Neither cat moved, they stood stock still, eyes concentrated on an even brighter circle of light in the middle of the beam, following it down to earth, in the center of the beam of light. Once the circle touched the ground, it turned into a kitten, newborn and shivering, before the beam disappeared with a sort of zapping, crackling sound. They licked their kit once on the head, and in their own, silent way, named him Starstream, destined to live a life with a special connection to the stars, though also to be Starkit and Starpaw before receiving his true name, Starstream. Then they transferred their eyes to the full moon, their clear blue gaze burning straight through it. Suddenly to new beams erupted from the center of the moon, turning Elom and Em into little circles of light as they sailed straight toward the moon, the beams disappearing behind them with the same, bizarre sound as Starstream’s.
It was morning, bright sunlight swirled its way into the medicine cat’s den, and its warmth awakened Rookherb, the current medicine cat and Youclaw’s mentor. He yawned loudly and stretched, his mouth opening up like a large, blooming pink rose in his face. He took the time to take a considerably long bath, dark pink tongue getting out all the grit of the previous night and setting every inch of his ruffled fur inky black back in its proper place. He stood up, gave himself a shake, and stalked out of his den, careful not to wake his apprentice, Youpaw, from her peaceful sleep in her fern nest. He emerged, slowly blinking his eyes into the sunlight, and at first thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him in his old age. For in the center of the camp he saw a tiny kit, barely more than a scrap of fur, curled up in a tight ball and barely breathing. It was so much of a shock to him at first that all Rookherb could do was stare stupidly at it, than his medicinal instincts kicked in and he immediately picked up the kit by the scruff of its’ neck, carrying it off in the direction of his den.
As soon as he got inside Rookherb started barking out orders, startling Youpaw into wakefulness so suddenly that all she could do for a while was stutter very fast over a few words and fluff her fur out. When she had properly awakened Rookherb sent her scurrying around for a few select herbs and ordered her to sprinkle, dribble, and wrap-around the herbs over the kit’s tiny body, a precaution against cold but still alive kits so that they don’t freeze to death anyway. He then sentenced her to curl up with the kit in her nest and make sure to keep it warm; he then assured her that after alerting Eyestar he would ask one of the nursing queens to suckle the kit.
“So you see, Eyestar, I couldn’t just leave him there, he’s in my den right now. Do you want to see him?” asked Rookherb. He had just finished explaining to Eyestar about the kit and the predicament the kit was in.
“Hmmm.” Contemplated Eyestar, “My queen, Mayflower, you can ask her to suckle the kit. After losing Dawnkit and Finkit and now only having Moonkit left I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.” Replied Eyestar casually. “But first I would like to see this kit for myself, and give him a private naming ceremony.” This statement rather shocked Rookherb, but he bowed his head low in assent anyway. After all, who would dare to appose the great Eyestar?
In Rookherb’s den, Eyestar stood studying the body of the sleeping kit from his vast height. He surveyed the kit carefully, being sure not to miss any angle, curve, or pattern of his body, including the strange symbolic pattern written across the kit’s back, crossed many times by a star that seemed to melt away into darkness.
Suddenly Eyestar was gripped by a strong force that completely took over his mind and body, turning his eyes vacant and blank, staring at nothing at all. Rookherb recognized that look, though he had never seen it before, it was the look of one taken over by StarClan. Suddenly Eyestar began to speak in a voice that was not his own, it was strong, but ancient too.
Here is what he said: “This kit is already named, for he comes from us, and therefore is our messenger. Listen to him and you will be saved a lot of terrible grief. Treat this cat with great care and formality, for he is your special connection to us, and if he breaks, you will lose contact with us forever!” as he said his last foreboding words Eyestar sank to the ground, temporarily drained of his power.
Be, until he is When Eyestar picked himself up again it was to the discovery that everyone was staring at him like he was a twoleg monster or a dog, a mixture of fear and awe on their faces. “What?” asked Eyestar in such a coy manner that everyone immediately became more visibly relaxed and loose.
“Now,” said Eyestar, “for his name! His name shall be, until he is apprenticed, Starkit!”