|
Post by celestial on Sept 15, 2007 22:35:36 GMT -5
|
|
|
Post by celestial on Sept 15, 2007 23:10:08 GMT -5
IntroductionThe night was nearly upon Windclan, the moon full and the gathering drawing near, but none had a mind for the gathering at this moment for Amberheart, a young she-cat, was giving birth. But this was no regular birth Amberheart herself was a mere 11 moons old, having been force mated by a rouge when she was 8 moons old, the yougest warrior known to have conceived, becuase the rouge had thought her to be at least ten moons old becuase of her large body build while most other Windclan cats had been so slim. None in the clan had much faith that she would survive the birthing becuase her body, though large enough, was not strong enough to handle the strains of birth. Silvertail, Medicine Cat of Windclan, was raging mad and terrified stiff at the same time. There were currently no other queens in Windclan not even another pregnant one and if Amberheart died Windclan would not be able to keep the kits and keep them alive. He thanked Starclan that it was gathering that night, else the kits would have no chance if their mother did pass onto Starclan. As he furryously tried to save the mouse-brained rouge's kits he worried for Amberheart. Her father had been from Shadowclan and her mother had died of Green cough not long after she was born an only kit. Scince she had been alone Silvertail had grown to love her like a father and only more so when she had wanted to become the medicine cat apprentice. In that was his furry's center. The darn rouge had stolen away Amberheart's only chance of becoming a medicine cat and would likely have killed her, now as it seemed to be the happenings. She had given up all but one hope herself, that hope was that her kits might not suffure throuh life as she had. It had only been by Swallowstar's good grace that they had given Amberheart her warrior name as soon as it became obvious that she would not likely make it through the birth. A newborn kit's cry peirced the sunset's warm air as the first kit was born, so healthy and strong was the cry that Silvertail let a warrior take care of it for the time being. A second Healthy cry joined that first as the second kit was born, then as the choursing cries lifted high Amberheart mrrowed painfully then gasped her body going still. Silvertail's heart nearly stopped, she was dead, the closest he had or ever would have to a duaghter was dead. Then another heart ahce ran through him, she had been pregnant with three kits, not just two. He let out a long almost howl like morning meowl that the rest of the clan joined in, including the kits, though h=they were simply crying out of hunger and the cold. As if Starclan was answering their call a weak mewl went up from were Amberheart lay. Silvertail let out a happy purr, thinking Amberheart was alive again, but as the mewl repeated he realized it was the weak mewl of a half suffocated kit. It turned out that Amberheart had half birthed the kit already when she hda passed on and that the kit had been fully born the second it's mother died. Silvertail quickly went over to the weak kit licking it dry and checking it's breathing. It seemed a little shaken but other wise unharmed. It seemed to Silvertail as if only a second had past but now the sun was set and the moon was raising high. It was time for the gathering. He and two other warriors, on Swallowstar's comands, carried the kits to four trees, holding tight so as not to let the kits loose by any means at all. The gathering seemed all but vuage to Silvertail as he passed the lastborn kit to the Thunderclan medicine cat, Mouseflight and the other two kits were passed to the Shadowclan medicine cat, Hollysight, and the Riverclan Medicine Cat, Shadedwhiskers. Never before had such a thing happened but he did not feel, nor did any of the other medicine cats or leaders, that Starclan wanted anything but for this to happen. Late that night as Silvertail slept Starclan scent him, and only him, a prophecy that would change the clans forever. A shining silver warriorwho he did not recognize was the one to tell it to him. When Silvertail awoke he could still smell the scent of star mist and feel it's warmth on his fur as the words echoed over and over again through his head. 'Wild shall raise against Death with the whole of Moon to fight with.'
|
|
|
Post by celestial on Sept 16, 2007 10:55:22 GMT -5
Chapter 1Feathersong watched her kit's in the clan camp, but she kept a speacial eye out for her adventurous kit that she had received from the gathering nearly 6 moons ago. Her Very own kits were like most Thunderclankits, a bit broad and a little less curious then some of the other kits in the other clans, but this little one was not one of them. She was slim and quick as a mouse, even though she grew up with Thunderclan her playfighting took after mostly Windclan style and she inturpretted some of Thunderclan's moves into it so that if she started to trick you with a Windclan move then moved into a Thunderclan and back to get you down you might not even recognise that they were two diffrent fighting styles. Indeed she was swift but she was also cunning, if she knew she was beaten out at size or strength she could very quickly make up for it by out witting her opponent. These were the things that saddened and worried Feathersong, this kit could easily become a great leader but she had been born to Windclan and none of Thunderclan, even though they tried, truely trusted her for her family was in all the other clans as well. Feathersong knew this kit was going to be a handful when she had accepted to raise her but she hadn't thought she would have to face the delema of wanting there to be more the clan could do for her. For now though she had to let the worries be left alone for tonight Lilystar was planning to make all of them apprentices. Looking over at the setting sun Feathsong sighed, my little kits are growing up too fast, she looked over at the Windclan kit, all of my kits, she added to her thoughts. To Be Continued...
|
|