Post by shiningbreeze on Jul 29, 2016 13:58:31 GMT -5
Introduction: Welcome to my first Warriors Fan Fiction! This is Soaring High, by Shiningbreeze. I hope that you enjoy the story!
Plot
Newly made warrior Willowstorm and her best friend, Duskcloud, start to dream of new lands and mountains where they can soar -- where no one will bother them. Clan life doesn't suit Willowstorm, and her friend Duskcloud is willing to give up her life to go with her friend -- to go on a journey to a place where they can soar high.
Prolouge
Willowstorm ducked as she waited for Moonstar, the leader of her Clan, MoonClan, to pass the entrance. She held her breath and slipped out again -- to meet her best friend, Duskcloud.
Duskcloud was a LightningClan cat who she rarely met. Last Gathering, there was the dream. Duskcloud had came up to her -- and told her about the dream.
Willowstorm and Duskcloud both dreamed of a vast, high territory, with a small lake and forest to hunt prey so they could live, and a tall, glorious mountain where they could hang out all day, where the Clans would never find them.
She shook her head and scolded herself, you're supposed to be finding Duskcloud. Willowstorm stood up again and carefully watched the surroundings as she approached the river between the two Clans.
She was going to reach the river when she heard a voice. Startled, she began to listen.
"I could have caught at least 5 mice by now, " Duskcloud was grumbling as she paced back and forth.
"I'm here." Willowstorm leapt neatly out of the tall grass and landed in front of Duskcloud.
"Good. I've come to the conclusion." Duskcloud started to say more but was cut off by footsteps.
"Oh, no!" Willowstorm groaned. She was going to hide, but they had no time. "Moonstar was going out of the camp when I tried to come here."
Duskcloud frowned. "We have to do it."
"Do what?" Willowstorm asked, confused.
"Leave the Clans. Go find our destiny. Soar high to the place we were meant to be."
Chapter 1
Willowstorm's mind whirled as she dreamed of herself in a desolate, abandoned camp with dust and rocks everywhere. The dens were cracked and old, but the thing that most surprised her -- Willowstorm almost passed out from the sight. Body after body of her Clanmates was laidout on the ground, cat after cat had collapsed -- Willowstorm whipped around to face a ghostly looking tom with flashing amber eyes that bore into her as if they could see all her thoughts.
"This is the destiny of MoonClan. LightningClan will fall, and the battles -- " the white tom flicked his tail toward puddles slowly getting bigger -- blood.
"No-" Willowstorm managed to gasp out. "You - you can't do this! MoonClan is a Clan feared and respected! But this-" she gestured to the bodies on the ground. "This could never be my Clan."
The tom stalked forward, his eyes boring into her once more, and he looked like an leader facing their greatest enemy in battle. She could barely manage to not rip the tom's smirk of his face.
"Remember me. Maybe you will live. But will you really leave your Clan?" the tom sneered, suddenly sounding unfriendly. The rock started to crumble until all she could see was dust. And the cats, including her mother -- her mother, Willowstorm's only kin in the Clan --- lying in front of her as the dust smothered Willowstorm and her so-called Clan. In ruins.
Chapter 2
Willowstorm bolted upright, her ghastly dream still pinned inside her mind. Destruction. Dead Clanmates. It was too much to process.
Willowstorm shook her head and calmed herself down unsuccesfully. Poking her head into the apprentice's den, she called, "Blackpaw! Dawn patrol with Ferntail and Smokewhisker!"
Blackpaw's jet black tail and head peeked outside the den sleepily. "Coming." he answered and stumbled over, clearly not enthusiastic.
Ferntail's golden pelt was as golden as her eyes glaring at Willowstorm to come over this instant. She didn't seem happy either. "Willowstorm! Glad that you finally found your apprentice!" she barked.
Blackpaw flinched and his tail dropped sadly behind him. Ferntail was perhaps a very harsh deputy, but no one dared question Moonstar's choice. Ferntail's claws gleamed and she sprinted out of the camp, Smokewhisker, Willowstorm, and blackpaw following.
She looked around for Duskcloud hopefully, wishing that she could get a word with her about the dream --- when suddenly she tripped over a tree root, her leg splayed at a strange angle and pain shooting through her whole body. Ferntail didn't notice, but Smokewhisker turned around. "Back to camp, Willowstorm. Blackpaw can come with us."
Willowstorm nodded and Blackpaw trailed behind Smokewhisker. For a moment he halted and meowed, "Get better soon!"
Willowstorm watched the two disappear and frowned, thinking. Smokewhisker's tail flashed in the distance as she looked behind one more time. At Blackpaw. At Smokewhisker. She had failed again.
