✧ Amberfern ✧ WFF Potluck Story ✧ [1]
Jul 21, 2019 22:55:51 GMT -5
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Post by mocatstar on Jul 21, 2019 22:55:51 GMT -5
Amberfern ~ A WFF Potluck Story
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: This is not finished! Will be unedited, uncomplete, and a teensy bit sucky. A better complete version will be released in the near distant future.
[1]
It was a quiet evening in a small clearing near the edge of Riverclan territory. The air was warm, tinted with the smell of flowers and framed with the sounds of crickets and cicadas. The silhouettes that faintly resembled trees swayed delicately in the breeze that passed through the clearing, the small grasses and even smaller herbs copying their larger cousin’s dance.
Lying in the middle of the clearing was cat, his belly exposed to the stars that made up the clearing’s roof. His deep brown fur was stained with little specks of silver, his equally brown eyes glowed in the pale light. But what was most stunning was the look of pure wonder and amazement that made the cat’s eyes wide as he watched the fallen warriors above him.
His name was Fernheart.
Fernheart loved the night sky. He always felt a sense of wonder and excitement while stargazing, but at the same time he got a sense of serenity and comfort from the act. It was like a slew of emotions was battling inside of him and those four happened to come out on top. The stars calmed his often jittery nerves, allowing him to feel calm even if it was only for a minute.
Fernheart’s gaze darted among the various patterns and constellations of the night sky until his eyes landed on one in particular. It shone brightly among the rest, it’s color a distinctive red that set it out from the rest. The stars seemed to fade the closer they got to the star, making the wonder impossible to miss.
The star was known as Redclaw.
It was named after a cat hero who saved the four clans. He was a cat of valor, chasing away packs of dangerous animals, bringing down eagles with only a single swipe of his claws, and sending bears running to the hills with their tails between their legs. Although most of the stories were dubious at best, what was true was his most heroic deed of all. He had managed to unite all four clans together against the twolegs, whose path of destruction threatened to destroy the clans as well. His success allowed the clans to live freely without imminent doom looming over their heads.
Now Redclaw had settled down in Riverclan (who was more than happy to have him), and now had a den on the edge of the island looking out onto the water. It was made out of a rose bush draped in thick ivy, the thorns stripped and the blooming pink roses making the place so much more homely.
Not only did Redclaw live there, but he shared the place with his daughter Ambergaze. She was a snow white cat with short-ish fur, but held the striking amber eyes that she shared with her father. Unlike Redclaw, who was mostly a recluse and stayed around his den, Ambergaze was lively always participated in clan activities.
Ambergaze..
Sometimes on these nightly excursions Fernheart would imagine Ambergaze lying beside him, their fur brushing each other’s and laughter echoing among the breeze as they watched Silverpelt together. He closed his eyes with a sigh, a dreamy smile spreading across his face at the pleasant fantasy. But as he opened his eyes his smile dropped, reality soon reminding him what that dream will ever be. A fantasy.
Fernheart knew that he wasn’t the only cat who had eyes for the snowy she. All of the times were practically swooning over her, from young apprentices to fully-fledged warriors. With so many options Fernheart was certain that he had no chance of winning over her heart.
And yet, it felt so good to dream. So Fernheart headed back to camp with sugary dreams on his mind.
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: This is not finished! Will be unedited, uncomplete, and a teensy bit sucky. A better complete version will be released in the near distant future.
[1]
It was a quiet evening in a small clearing near the edge of Riverclan territory. The air was warm, tinted with the smell of flowers and framed with the sounds of crickets and cicadas. The silhouettes that faintly resembled trees swayed delicately in the breeze that passed through the clearing, the small grasses and even smaller herbs copying their larger cousin’s dance.
Lying in the middle of the clearing was cat, his belly exposed to the stars that made up the clearing’s roof. His deep brown fur was stained with little specks of silver, his equally brown eyes glowed in the pale light. But what was most stunning was the look of pure wonder and amazement that made the cat’s eyes wide as he watched the fallen warriors above him.
His name was Fernheart.
Fernheart loved the night sky. He always felt a sense of wonder and excitement while stargazing, but at the same time he got a sense of serenity and comfort from the act. It was like a slew of emotions was battling inside of him and those four happened to come out on top. The stars calmed his often jittery nerves, allowing him to feel calm even if it was only for a minute.
Fernheart’s gaze darted among the various patterns and constellations of the night sky until his eyes landed on one in particular. It shone brightly among the rest, it’s color a distinctive red that set it out from the rest. The stars seemed to fade the closer they got to the star, making the wonder impossible to miss.
The star was known as Redclaw.
It was named after a cat hero who saved the four clans. He was a cat of valor, chasing away packs of dangerous animals, bringing down eagles with only a single swipe of his claws, and sending bears running to the hills with their tails between their legs. Although most of the stories were dubious at best, what was true was his most heroic deed of all. He had managed to unite all four clans together against the twolegs, whose path of destruction threatened to destroy the clans as well. His success allowed the clans to live freely without imminent doom looming over their heads.
Now Redclaw had settled down in Riverclan (who was more than happy to have him), and now had a den on the edge of the island looking out onto the water. It was made out of a rose bush draped in thick ivy, the thorns stripped and the blooming pink roses making the place so much more homely.
Not only did Redclaw live there, but he shared the place with his daughter Ambergaze. She was a snow white cat with short-ish fur, but held the striking amber eyes that she shared with her father. Unlike Redclaw, who was mostly a recluse and stayed around his den, Ambergaze was lively always participated in clan activities.
Ambergaze..
Sometimes on these nightly excursions Fernheart would imagine Ambergaze lying beside him, their fur brushing each other’s and laughter echoing among the breeze as they watched Silverpelt together. He closed his eyes with a sigh, a dreamy smile spreading across his face at the pleasant fantasy. But as he opened his eyes his smile dropped, reality soon reminding him what that dream will ever be. A fantasy.
Fernheart knew that he wasn’t the only cat who had eyes for the snowy she. All of the times were practically swooning over her, from young apprentices to fully-fledged warriors. With so many options Fernheart was certain that he had no chance of winning over her heart.
And yet, it felt so good to dream. So Fernheart headed back to camp with sugary dreams on his mind.