Post by wildsong🎧 on Sept 29, 2016 19:28:47 GMT -5
okay so,, i was debating whether to turn this into a fanfiction or comic, so here's a bit of it. any feedback is appreciated~!!
note: shadestep is my character. waterberry and brackenflame are my friends, but as far as i know they don't have an account here and they were created for a small rp.
also they don't use traditional words. it's mainly because of my friends and i, but also it adds to their characters when they're calling eachother edgy
The camp was quiet. There were a few murmurs, rustles in the dens; but it was too early for any cat to be up. The deputy sat outside the leader's den, lightly grooming her ginger paws.
The silence was interrupted by a flame, shooting from the top of the warriors den, towards the log where the elders slept. A bubble of water, acting as a shield, formed out of thin air, blocking the tom sitting on the den from being scorched. The fire stopped abruptly, and the water dropped and splashed away, aside from a few drops still hovering around the blue tabby on the log.
"That was a bit rude," he scoffed, flicking an ear.
"You're the one who splashed me." The tom which the fire had came from spat back.
"Drama queen," the first tabby snorted.
More flames engulfed him, but he shoved them away with his wall of water, unscathed.
"What're you gonna d-"
"Excuse me,"
Both toms turned. A black she-cat stalked over. Her tail-tip, which had the only white on her pelt, flicked in irritation.
"Are you two idiots gonna burn the camp down?" She hissed, her green eyes narrowing. "You know where to go. I'm tired of being your stupid damage control." Her tail lashed.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Shadey~"
"Watch your mouth, Waterberry."
The two toms stared each other down once more before leaping off of their spots and shoving each other out of camp. Shadestep followed, seemingly pulling shadows from the camp walls to cover her. Her black pelt disappeared from sight.
The trio had left camp. The deputy narrowed her eyes, slipping into the leader's den as warriors only now emerged from their dens.
--
Shadestep sat by the waters edge, the waves lapping at her paws. She sighed.
Her peaceful moment was interrupted by a laugh, and a large wave forming, about to crash onto the shore. Shadestep simply rolled her eyes in irritation, ducking down and letting a small shield encircle her. It was faint, but visible, rippling, as the water crashed down. She waited a few heartbeats, then sat up, coat completely dry.
Brackenflame wasn't.
He roared in anger, fire rising from where he was sitting- a dock- and it was a miracle he didn't burn the whole thing- and attempted to aim at Waterberry. The blue tom just laughed and sunk under the water, to where the fire couldn't get him.
Shadestep stood and lightly padded to the dock. "Honestly, Bracken, you may have a few anger issues. And Water, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"I don't know, mom." Waterberry scoffed, emerging up from the water and perching himself on the docks edge. "So, Mr. Bracken, even Shadey agrees. You seem to have a few problems up in there." He flicked a few droplets of water at his head.
Brackenflame's fur dried instantly. Shadestep stepped back, sensing the heat emerging from his pelt.
"What're you gonna do, set me on fire?" Water said, the edge to a hiss on his voice. The corner of his mouth still twitched upward. "You're so salty. I'm so scared of what you'll do."
"Waterberry." Shadestep growled, her head lowering, eyes flashing.
"If you're gonna get mad at everything, go ahead. Burn me. Just like you did to your parents."
"Waterberry!" The she-cat snarled, but she was cut off by a yowl. The most fire she'd ever seen coming from the tom had appeared. She was almost cold, as if he had pulled every bit of heat from the air. Her eyes widened in fear, and she had to dive off the dock, skidding through the water on the shore."Brack-"
The flames had spread, igniting everything in sight. She looked to the side, seeing Waterberry's form slinking through the water. Shadestep tried to push the fire, sparks, smoke, everything, back. Away from the direction of camp. Invisible forces, shadows, all shoving back, but like glass shattering, the fire broke through, and Shadestep fell to the ground despite being away from the fire. She rolled through the shallow water, standing and sprinting into the direction of the fire. She prayed Waterberry was doing something as she hurtled towards the camp.
She already saw a steady stream of the Clan cats running out of the entrance. "Go to the lake!" Shadestep yowled, trying to shield the cats from fire and flaming debris.
Again, she had to turn and run ahead of them. She turned to look over her shoulder, only to see- the cats cowering away from her shield. She hesitantly lowered it, turning the shadows on herself, and she was invisible to the other cats now. They slowly trekked towards the lake now.
There was a crack, and a branch fell from a tree above, landing on a small cat.
"Rookpaw!" Shadestep ran towards the bi-colored cat, her disguise slipping away. She reached forward to lift the apprentice to her paws, but she turned away in terror.
"Don't touch me!" Her yellow eyes flashed, and she scrambled up and streaked away.
Meanwhile, Brackenflame had stopped. Stopped to take a breath, but before he could quite literally explode again, he saw the damage. Flaming, falling trees, ash clouding the air. He froze, staring into the cloudy air. His amber eyes slowly turned to the shore, where the Clan huddled.
The black she-cat appeared next to him. The warm lighting shone on her back, revealing the faint stripes that were barely ever visible. Waterberry sulked in the water behind him. Angry, but guilty.
Shadestep slowly walked over to the large brown tom in the Clan, who coughed out a cloud of ash.
"Duskstar,"
"Do not speak to me," the leader spat. "Ever since you mouse-brains were born, we kept you in control. As much as we could."
Shadestep's eyes burned into his. She was holding down every remark. "I'm nearly as old as you are." She growled.
"The Clan as a whole! Have you known how terrified every cat has been? We've never trusted you, and now, this? No ShadowClan cat, gifted or not, would never do this. No true ShadowClan cat."
"You almost named me deputy." Shadestep's temper was rising. She was the most mature of the three. Waterberry and Brackenflame still sat away from them. "Don't say you don't trust me."
"And that was apparently the largest mistake I've ever thought. Leave."
"Excuse me?" Shadestep breathed, her body barely moving.
"Leave."
"You've kept us here all this time? And now to just exile us?"
"You've destroyed our territorry!"
"Do you remember the times we've saved the Clan?"
"Get off of my territory. Never come back."
"Do you remember," She took a breath from gritted teeth, her pelt almost seeming to grow darker, "Everything we- even I, have done?"
"I'm giving you one more warning." Duskstar hissed.
Her eyes lifted to meet his once again, a dark shade. She didn't say a word for heartbeats that seemed to draw out moons, before a thick, sarcastic, "Thank you for your service."
She walked past him, her shoulder nearly brushing his, and she disappeared as she passed the burnt tree line. The leader snapped his head up to look at where the other two powered toms had sat before.
They were gone, eight paw prints where they had been, the only spots not covered in ash.
note: shadestep is my character. waterberry and brackenflame are my friends, but as far as i know they don't have an account here and they were created for a small rp.
also they don't use traditional words. it's mainly because of my friends and i, but also it adds to their characters when they're calling eachother edgy
The camp was quiet. There were a few murmurs, rustles in the dens; but it was too early for any cat to be up. The deputy sat outside the leader's den, lightly grooming her ginger paws.
The silence was interrupted by a flame, shooting from the top of the warriors den, towards the log where the elders slept. A bubble of water, acting as a shield, formed out of thin air, blocking the tom sitting on the den from being scorched. The fire stopped abruptly, and the water dropped and splashed away, aside from a few drops still hovering around the blue tabby on the log.
"That was a bit rude," he scoffed, flicking an ear.
"You're the one who splashed me." The tom which the fire had came from spat back.
"Drama queen," the first tabby snorted.
More flames engulfed him, but he shoved them away with his wall of water, unscathed.
"What're you gonna d-"
"Excuse me,"
Both toms turned. A black she-cat stalked over. Her tail-tip, which had the only white on her pelt, flicked in irritation.
"Are you two idiots gonna burn the camp down?" She hissed, her green eyes narrowing. "You know where to go. I'm tired of being your stupid damage control." Her tail lashed.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Shadey~"
"Watch your mouth, Waterberry."
The two toms stared each other down once more before leaping off of their spots and shoving each other out of camp. Shadestep followed, seemingly pulling shadows from the camp walls to cover her. Her black pelt disappeared from sight.
The trio had left camp. The deputy narrowed her eyes, slipping into the leader's den as warriors only now emerged from their dens.
--
Shadestep sat by the waters edge, the waves lapping at her paws. She sighed.
Her peaceful moment was interrupted by a laugh, and a large wave forming, about to crash onto the shore. Shadestep simply rolled her eyes in irritation, ducking down and letting a small shield encircle her. It was faint, but visible, rippling, as the water crashed down. She waited a few heartbeats, then sat up, coat completely dry.
Brackenflame wasn't.
He roared in anger, fire rising from where he was sitting- a dock- and it was a miracle he didn't burn the whole thing- and attempted to aim at Waterberry. The blue tom just laughed and sunk under the water, to where the fire couldn't get him.
Shadestep stood and lightly padded to the dock. "Honestly, Bracken, you may have a few anger issues. And Water, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"I don't know, mom." Waterberry scoffed, emerging up from the water and perching himself on the docks edge. "So, Mr. Bracken, even Shadey agrees. You seem to have a few problems up in there." He flicked a few droplets of water at his head.
Brackenflame's fur dried instantly. Shadestep stepped back, sensing the heat emerging from his pelt.
"What're you gonna do, set me on fire?" Water said, the edge to a hiss on his voice. The corner of his mouth still twitched upward. "You're so salty. I'm so scared of what you'll do."
"Waterberry." Shadestep growled, her head lowering, eyes flashing.
"If you're gonna get mad at everything, go ahead. Burn me. Just like you did to your parents."
"Waterberry!" The she-cat snarled, but she was cut off by a yowl. The most fire she'd ever seen coming from the tom had appeared. She was almost cold, as if he had pulled every bit of heat from the air. Her eyes widened in fear, and she had to dive off the dock, skidding through the water on the shore."Brack-"
The flames had spread, igniting everything in sight. She looked to the side, seeing Waterberry's form slinking through the water. Shadestep tried to push the fire, sparks, smoke, everything, back. Away from the direction of camp. Invisible forces, shadows, all shoving back, but like glass shattering, the fire broke through, and Shadestep fell to the ground despite being away from the fire. She rolled through the shallow water, standing and sprinting into the direction of the fire. She prayed Waterberry was doing something as she hurtled towards the camp.
She already saw a steady stream of the Clan cats running out of the entrance. "Go to the lake!" Shadestep yowled, trying to shield the cats from fire and flaming debris.
Again, she had to turn and run ahead of them. She turned to look over her shoulder, only to see- the cats cowering away from her shield. She hesitantly lowered it, turning the shadows on herself, and she was invisible to the other cats now. They slowly trekked towards the lake now.
There was a crack, and a branch fell from a tree above, landing on a small cat.
"Rookpaw!" Shadestep ran towards the bi-colored cat, her disguise slipping away. She reached forward to lift the apprentice to her paws, but she turned away in terror.
"Don't touch me!" Her yellow eyes flashed, and she scrambled up and streaked away.
Meanwhile, Brackenflame had stopped. Stopped to take a breath, but before he could quite literally explode again, he saw the damage. Flaming, falling trees, ash clouding the air. He froze, staring into the cloudy air. His amber eyes slowly turned to the shore, where the Clan huddled.
The black she-cat appeared next to him. The warm lighting shone on her back, revealing the faint stripes that were barely ever visible. Waterberry sulked in the water behind him. Angry, but guilty.
Shadestep slowly walked over to the large brown tom in the Clan, who coughed out a cloud of ash.
"Duskstar,"
"Do not speak to me," the leader spat. "Ever since you mouse-brains were born, we kept you in control. As much as we could."
Shadestep's eyes burned into his. She was holding down every remark. "I'm nearly as old as you are." She growled.
"The Clan as a whole! Have you known how terrified every cat has been? We've never trusted you, and now, this? No ShadowClan cat, gifted or not, would never do this. No true ShadowClan cat."
"You almost named me deputy." Shadestep's temper was rising. She was the most mature of the three. Waterberry and Brackenflame still sat away from them. "Don't say you don't trust me."
"And that was apparently the largest mistake I've ever thought. Leave."
"Excuse me?" Shadestep breathed, her body barely moving.
"Leave."
"You've kept us here all this time? And now to just exile us?"
"You've destroyed our territorry!"
"Do you remember the times we've saved the Clan?"
"Get off of my territory. Never come back."
"Do you remember," She took a breath from gritted teeth, her pelt almost seeming to grow darker, "Everything we- even I, have done?"
"I'm giving you one more warning." Duskstar hissed.
Her eyes lifted to meet his once again, a dark shade. She didn't say a word for heartbeats that seemed to draw out moons, before a thick, sarcastic, "Thank you for your service."
She walked past him, her shoulder nearly brushing his, and she disappeared as she passed the burnt tree line. The leader snapped his head up to look at where the other two powered toms had sat before.
They were gone, eight paw prints where they had been, the only spots not covered in ash.
