Post by kinkajou on Sept 15, 2018 21:46:27 GMT -5
You know his complete 180 in personality once he became leader. I wrote a lil fic to explain it
(not that I think any of this actually happened it was just fun to write)
Onewhisker arrived at the newly-discovered Moonpool with the WindClan medicine cat, Barkface, at his side. He had no idea what to expect from the leader ceremony; he hadn’t even expected to be made leader at all so he never really thought about it.
“So, now what?” he asked Barkface, stopping at the edge of the pool.
“Assuming it works the same as the Moonstone, touch the water with your nose,” the brown tom said.
Onewhisker nodded and bent forward. Instantly he was knocked out as if he’d eaten the Clan’s entire supply of poppy seeds.
When he woke up he was standing at Fourtrees. For a second he wondered if the past moons had been some kind of awful dream until a multitude of glittering cats emerged from the trees, stars sparkling in their fur. He recognized cats from the Clan’s past; cats he thought he would never see again...Deadfoot, Wrenflight, even – Onewhisker’s breath caught in his throat – Mudclaw. He could see no hatred or jealousy in the former deputy’s eyes, which reassured Onewhisker. Perhaps StarClan was on his side after all.
The young tabby looked around, but couldn’t see Tallstar anywhere. Why wouldn’t the cat who appointed him leader be at his nine lives ceremony?
His mother, Wrenflight, stepped forward. He assumed she was going to be the one to give him his first life, until she spoke.
“I’m sorry, Onewhisker. This was never your destiny.”
Onewhisker blinked. “What does that mean?”
“A cat’s destiny is determined before it is born,” the she-cat explained. “Mudclaw was meant to be leader.”
“But-” Onewhisker’s heart sank. It seemed StarClan didn’t approve of him after all. What had he expected? “-the lightning bolt – the tree –”
“Accidents happen, and StarClan doesn’t always have anything to do with it,” she said.
Onewhisker looked down. “But...I still have to be leader, right? Tallstar chose me, and Mudclaw’s dead.”
“You can’t go against destiny,” Wrenflight meowed ominously.
He looked back up, into her eyes. “What’s all this talk about destiny? StarClan guides us, but cats make their own choices, right?”
“That’s not how it works,” she said. “We only give the living Clans the illusion of free will.”
Onewhisker stepped back. Pushing the feelings and thoughts of “All I have ever known has been a lie” to the back of his mind to deal with later, he asked, “Why tell me this? Isn’t it a secret for only StarClan ears?” His first meeting with his mother after all these years had so far been far less happy and far more creepy than he expected.
“The truth is, Onewhisker,” she said, “we can’t mess with fate by letting you live.”
Letting him live? His own mother wasn’t planning on killing him, was she?
“Barkface?” he whispered. Maybe he would know how to get out of this. But the medicine cat was no where to be seen.
“I’m so sorry, Onewhisker,” Wrenflight said. She started stepping closer. He couldn’t take it anymore. Onewhisker turned around and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. But WindClan cats were made for dashing about the open moor, not forests. He kept having to slow to dodge around them, which gave Wrenflight the opportunity to catch up. As a StarClan cat, she had the power to simply go straight through trees as if they weren’t actually there.
Brown paws wrapped around Onewhisker’s neck as claws sharper than thorns pressed into his neck. “I’m so sorry,” Wrenflight whispered, her voice soft and filled with genuine regret. The claws dug in, quick as an adder strike, and the last thing Onewhisker saw was his mother’s sorrowful eyes.
-
“That takes care of that,” Wrenflight meowed, entering back into the Fourtrees clearing.
“And now...?” Mudclaw asked.
Wrenflight nodded. “Yes.”
A mottled light brown tabby, remarkably similar to Onewhisker padded in behind the brown she-cat, stopping next to her. His amber eyes were blank and emotionless, and his movements robotic.
Wrenflight nodded at Mudclaw.
The dark brown warrior stepped forward, then hesitated. Ryestalk gave him an encouraging mew, and, eyes glittering with determination, he ran into the Onewhisker clone.
-
Mudclaw awoke at the Moonpool, Barkface beside him.
“Did all go well?” Barkface asked. “You got your nine lives?”
Mudclaw nodded. “Yes. I never should have doubted myself, or Tallstar.”
The old medicine cat purred. “Tallstar was very wise. I never doubted his decision. I can tell you will be remembered forever, Onestar.”
Mudclaw dipped his head. “You really think so? Thank you.” He swished his light brown tail as he padded away from the pool. “But first, we have to teach ThunderClan a lesson about meddling into WindClan’s business...”
(not that I think any of this actually happened it was just fun to write)
Onewhisker arrived at the newly-discovered Moonpool with the WindClan medicine cat, Barkface, at his side. He had no idea what to expect from the leader ceremony; he hadn’t even expected to be made leader at all so he never really thought about it.
“So, now what?” he asked Barkface, stopping at the edge of the pool.
“Assuming it works the same as the Moonstone, touch the water with your nose,” the brown tom said.
Onewhisker nodded and bent forward. Instantly he was knocked out as if he’d eaten the Clan’s entire supply of poppy seeds.
When he woke up he was standing at Fourtrees. For a second he wondered if the past moons had been some kind of awful dream until a multitude of glittering cats emerged from the trees, stars sparkling in their fur. He recognized cats from the Clan’s past; cats he thought he would never see again...Deadfoot, Wrenflight, even – Onewhisker’s breath caught in his throat – Mudclaw. He could see no hatred or jealousy in the former deputy’s eyes, which reassured Onewhisker. Perhaps StarClan was on his side after all.
The young tabby looked around, but couldn’t see Tallstar anywhere. Why wouldn’t the cat who appointed him leader be at his nine lives ceremony?
His mother, Wrenflight, stepped forward. He assumed she was going to be the one to give him his first life, until she spoke.
“I’m sorry, Onewhisker. This was never your destiny.”
Onewhisker blinked. “What does that mean?”
“A cat’s destiny is determined before it is born,” the she-cat explained. “Mudclaw was meant to be leader.”
“But-” Onewhisker’s heart sank. It seemed StarClan didn’t approve of him after all. What had he expected? “-the lightning bolt – the tree –”
“Accidents happen, and StarClan doesn’t always have anything to do with it,” she said.
Onewhisker looked down. “But...I still have to be leader, right? Tallstar chose me, and Mudclaw’s dead.”
“You can’t go against destiny,” Wrenflight meowed ominously.
He looked back up, into her eyes. “What’s all this talk about destiny? StarClan guides us, but cats make their own choices, right?”
“That’s not how it works,” she said. “We only give the living Clans the illusion of free will.”
Onewhisker stepped back. Pushing the feelings and thoughts of “All I have ever known has been a lie” to the back of his mind to deal with later, he asked, “Why tell me this? Isn’t it a secret for only StarClan ears?” His first meeting with his mother after all these years had so far been far less happy and far more creepy than he expected.
“The truth is, Onewhisker,” she said, “we can’t mess with fate by letting you live.”
Letting him live? His own mother wasn’t planning on killing him, was she?
“Barkface?” he whispered. Maybe he would know how to get out of this. But the medicine cat was no where to be seen.
“I’m so sorry, Onewhisker,” Wrenflight said. She started stepping closer. He couldn’t take it anymore. Onewhisker turned around and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. But WindClan cats were made for dashing about the open moor, not forests. He kept having to slow to dodge around them, which gave Wrenflight the opportunity to catch up. As a StarClan cat, she had the power to simply go straight through trees as if they weren’t actually there.
Brown paws wrapped around Onewhisker’s neck as claws sharper than thorns pressed into his neck. “I’m so sorry,” Wrenflight whispered, her voice soft and filled with genuine regret. The claws dug in, quick as an adder strike, and the last thing Onewhisker saw was his mother’s sorrowful eyes.
-
“That takes care of that,” Wrenflight meowed, entering back into the Fourtrees clearing.
“And now...?” Mudclaw asked.
Wrenflight nodded. “Yes.”
A mottled light brown tabby, remarkably similar to Onewhisker padded in behind the brown she-cat, stopping next to her. His amber eyes were blank and emotionless, and his movements robotic.
Wrenflight nodded at Mudclaw.
The dark brown warrior stepped forward, then hesitated. Ryestalk gave him an encouraging mew, and, eyes glittering with determination, he ran into the Onewhisker clone.
-
Mudclaw awoke at the Moonpool, Barkface beside him.
“Did all go well?” Barkface asked. “You got your nine lives?”
Mudclaw nodded. “Yes. I never should have doubted myself, or Tallstar.”
The old medicine cat purred. “Tallstar was very wise. I never doubted his decision. I can tell you will be remembered forever, Onestar.”
Mudclaw dipped his head. “You really think so? Thank you.” He swished his light brown tail as he padded away from the pool. “But first, we have to teach ThunderClan a lesson about meddling into WindClan’s business...”