Emotional Animal Theme!
Frightened Cat
Your mind thinks at fast pace
Stalking, staying to the Shadows
Through your Alleys you race
After seeing the darkness of you heart.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Chapter Three: Riverpaw
Riverpaw Just found some Borage, and started digging on it to pull up the roots.
"Very good, now what do we use Borage roots for?" Firestream asked, observing him. Riverpaw knew this, it was easy. "For helping queens' milk come. The leaves are used to cool down fever." he meowed with confidence. Firestream gazed at him with a look of pride. "Very good, Riverpaw." Deciding to test me, he pointed his tail to another plant. "Okay, then what's that?"
Firestream again gazed at him, but this time with a look of curiousity. "Goldenrod." he mewed. Then he pointed to a patch of dry, soft looking plants that had the smell of fresh grass wafting from it. "Parsley, used to stop milk coming when a queen'skits have died." he whispered. Then he grew distant.
He saw a flash, and noticed that he wasn't out side of the camp anymore, but inside. In fact, he was right outside the nursery, and there were cats moving around outside, but they semed not to notice him. He tried to walk forward, but it felt like his legs were stuck to the ground. Oh yeah, they were. He was okay with that though. He had seen this before. Riverpaw knew it was a glimpse of the future. then he heard many ats, crashing through the undergrowth, and then they burst into the clearing, and a fight broke out. It was Hawkclan. Then he heard a moaning and groaning. It was Dawnstar, and she was going to have her kits in in a full scale battle.
Riverpaw saw Mousecloud streak out of the den, most likely going to warn Firestream that Dawnstar was having her kits. Then, he saw a dark figure slip into the den, and heard a deep voice. "Well, it's nice to see you again, Dawnstar." Then Dawnstar struggled to make out the words. "No......" she croaked. "Yes sweet revenge, I am going tokill you, and your kits. Right here and right now."
Then with a flash, he was back outside the camp. And he heard Firestream repeatedly calling hs name. "RIVERPAW!" He jumped up, and yelped. But he couldn't explian what had happened in those few heartbeats, which had been a whole battle. Riverpaw pushed past Firestream, and towards the camp. "Where are you going?!" called the medicine cat. "There's not enough time to explain!" he threw the words over his shoulder, but to his suprise, Firestream was following him. ell, he'll need to help with Dawnstar. All he knew was that he had to get back to camp, fast, and lives were depending on it.
"Very good, now what do we use Borage roots for?" Firestream asked, observing him. Riverpaw knew this, it was easy. "For helping queens' milk come. The leaves are used to cool down fever." he meowed with confidence. Firestream gazed at him with a look of pride. "Very good, Riverpaw." Deciding to test me, he pointed his tail to another plant. "Okay, then what's that?"
Firestream again gazed at him, but this time with a look of curiousity. "Goldenrod." he mewed. Then he pointed to a patch of dry, soft looking plants that had the smell of fresh grass wafting from it. "Parsley, used to stop milk coming when a queen'skits have died." he whispered. Then he grew distant.
He saw a flash, and noticed that he wasn't out side of the camp anymore, but inside. In fact, he was right outside the nursery, and there were cats moving around outside, but they semed not to notice him. He tried to walk forward, but it felt like his legs were stuck to the ground. Oh yeah, they were. He was okay with that though. He had seen this before. Riverpaw knew it was a glimpse of the future. then he heard many ats, crashing through the undergrowth, and then they burst into the clearing, and a fight broke out. It was Hawkclan. Then he heard a moaning and groaning. It was Dawnstar, and she was going to have her kits in in a full scale battle.
Riverpaw saw Mousecloud streak out of the den, most likely going to warn Firestream that Dawnstar was having her kits. Then, he saw a dark figure slip into the den, and heard a deep voice. "Well, it's nice to see you again, Dawnstar." Then Dawnstar struggled to make out the words. "No......" she croaked. "Yes sweet revenge, I am going tokill you, and your kits. Right here and right now."
Then with a flash, he was back outside the camp. And he heard Firestream repeatedly calling hs name. "RIVERPAW!" He jumped up, and yelped. But he couldn't explian what had happened in those few heartbeats, which had been a whole battle. Riverpaw pushed past Firestream, and towards the camp. "Where are you going?!" called the medicine cat. "There's not enough time to explain!" he threw the words over his shoulder, but to his suprise, Firestream was following him. ell, he'll need to help with Dawnstar. All he knew was that he had to get back to camp, fast, and lives were depending on it.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Chapter Two: Hawkpaw
"But why us? There's nothing special about us." Hawpaw said, trying to duck down as low as he could into the bramble bush.
"I don't know, mabye we all had a rotten fresh-kill?....No, that couldn't be it" meowed Leafpaw, lost in thought.
"But from now on, we all tell each other when we have dreams, okay?" mewed Hawkpaw, hoping they would. They were his littermates, he could trust them. But there was something about him, almost like he could sence more than just feelings, for he did that all his life. Ever sence he was a kit, he always knew how someone was feelingd, wierd. They squezed out from the bramble bush, and he could hear Mosstalon, his mentor calling out to him.
"Let's go to the training clearing."
Mosstalon whisked away, and Hawkpaw followed. When we got there, the clearing was empty, and sunlight glinted onto the hard packed earth, making it glow. Mosstalon stalked to the center, and Hawkpaw could tell that he was feeling impatient, as if he had something better to do. Hawkpaw snorted. It's not like this was a waste of time, this was important, training was always important.
"Let's learn about some more defensive moves. Try and dodge me."
He headed full speed at him, and Hawkpaw found himself tilting over, and tumbling on the ground.
"Try again."
He tried again thinking fast. This time, he put all of his wieght on his toes, and when Mosstalon got to him, he hoped neatly out of his path.
"How was that?" he asked hopefully, and noticed not only that Mosstalon was impressed, but noticing the imprortance of this lesson.
I wish I could've been that good when I was an apprenitce.
"Did you say something?" What was that? There was a vioce inside his head, and he didn't know is it was coming from Mosstalon or someone else. Hawkpaw looked around, but no one else was there.
"No...., c'mon, let's get on with this." He positioned himself again.
But was waz that? He looked, and there was a swirling orange cloud above Mosstalon. but then when he blinked, it was gone.
"I don't know, mabye we all had a rotten fresh-kill?....No, that couldn't be it" meowed Leafpaw, lost in thought.
"But from now on, we all tell each other when we have dreams, okay?" mewed Hawkpaw, hoping they would. They were his littermates, he could trust them. But there was something about him, almost like he could sence more than just feelings, for he did that all his life. Ever sence he was a kit, he always knew how someone was feelingd, wierd. They squezed out from the bramble bush, and he could hear Mosstalon, his mentor calling out to him.
"Let's go to the training clearing."
Mosstalon whisked away, and Hawkpaw followed. When we got there, the clearing was empty, and sunlight glinted onto the hard packed earth, making it glow. Mosstalon stalked to the center, and Hawkpaw could tell that he was feeling impatient, as if he had something better to do. Hawkpaw snorted. It's not like this was a waste of time, this was important, training was always important.
"Let's learn about some more defensive moves. Try and dodge me."
He headed full speed at him, and Hawkpaw found himself tilting over, and tumbling on the ground.
"Try again."
He tried again thinking fast. This time, he put all of his wieght on his toes, and when Mosstalon got to him, he hoped neatly out of his path.
"How was that?" he asked hopefully, and noticed not only that Mosstalon was impressed, but noticing the imprortance of this lesson.
I wish I could've been that good when I was an apprenitce.
"Did you say something?" What was that? There was a vioce inside his head, and he didn't know is it was coming from Mosstalon or someone else. Hawkpaw looked around, but no one else was there.
"No...., c'mon, let's get on with this." He positioned himself again.
But was waz that? He looked, and there was a swirling orange cloud above Mosstalon. but then when he blinked, it was gone.
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