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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Feb 23, 2017 21:26:40 GMT -5
When the stars come out at night
and all the world is black,
they bring you gentle light,
beckoning you back.
Back to a time when tears and fears
were rumors of the past;
kindly fragments locked in mirrors
promising they'd never last.
And yet they linger, drawing near
as you wish that they'd disappear
You can't escape, poor little one-
the story finished, rhyme is done.
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A friend of mine just started writing her warriors fanfiction again, and she inspired me to pick up my years-old story. I'm going to go through what I have with revisions first, then pick right up where I left off. The first few updates will be up fairly quickly then, and it'll get slower as I start having to write new passages. Warning for mild gore and violence.
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:Synopsis:
Star is the first born kit in a litter of four, but something's always been.. different about her. Soon after tragedy strikes her small family, the young loner finds herself dreaming of strange cats with stars in their pelts. None of her family members believe her, simply dismissing them as illusions cause by her grief. But as these cats tell her stories and legends of their world, Star can't help but begin to believe they exist...
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Feb 23, 2017 21:26:58 GMT -5
:Part 1:
The first thing she remembered seeing was the night sky in all its inky blue wonder. It was cool and dark, and she was scared. But then she saw the stars. They glittered as jewels far above her, and she wanted to reach out and touch them, and she forgot her fear.
It was a star that gave her her name. A star, falling from the sky amidst the screams and the blood. This star eased her mother's passage, brought the wails down to whimpers. Now only a distant memory of warmth remained of before, for she couldn't see then. But now her eyes were open.
She thought if she reached her paws up high enough, she could catch a silver star. So she tried. But her grasp fell short, and her paws, still wet and sticky from entrance, splashed upon her face a fragile drop of crimson.
A scream built up in her throat as her gaze fell to the ground. For she lay in a scarlet sea of death, and yet new life had come from it. She tried to wail, again and again, but she could not form her lips to make a sound, nor strum her vocal chords to hum displeasure.
Her gaze rose to the stars again, cold and distant. Help me, she tried to call, save me. But they kept on sparkling, oblivious to what happened beneath them. A cloud passed over the white orb in the ink, plunging her into shadow.
Then there was light. A warm, honey-colored light, filling her senses with gold. A gentle rasping began on her back, moved down to her tail, finally reached her tiny head.
"Look," the honey-light mewed softly. "This one's already opened her eyes." Another light, this one silver-grey, came into focus, twining up against the golden-star.
She felt like she should recognize the lights, the stars that gently delivered her and three others from the scarlet and emerald bed they had entered upon. But she was tired, and the gentle swaying of the lights as they carried her away soon rocked her fast to sleep.
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When she next opened her eyes, the stars were gone, inky blue and silver replaced with silver-blue and gold. She wasn’t lying in crimson anymore either. It was a soft green warmth that wrapped itself around her. The sky was wreathed by this same green, peeking out from the darkness that surrounded her small form. Where the darkness ended, there were strange things, sights and smells. She called it the outside. It was new and beautiful, and she wished to share it with her saviors.
At first, she couldn't see the honey-light or the silver-light, and she was scared. But then her gaze fell upon the others, a bundle of three lying a little ways away. Their eyes were sealed shut, their ears folded closed. But she could tell they were like her, of her own flesh and blood.
Awkwardly, she stood and began waddling towards the others. Her tiny feet moved slowly and clumsily, and she fell many times before she finally reached them. Squeaking softly, she fell unto them, burrowing into their collective warmth.
Not a second had gone by before the other were moving, shuffling and waddling away from her. She let out a tiny squeak as her toes grew cold again. She wasn’t sure she had the strength to keep chasing after the others. Snuggling down into what little warmth remained, she trained her sleepy eyes on the outside, waiting for the honey-light and silver-light to appear. Maybe they could tell the others to wait for her.
But it took a long time for the lights to come home. By then her belly was growling ferociously and her tail and ears were close to frozen. Squeaking, she rapidly waddled towards the lights and the promise of food.
“Little one!” the honey-light mewed. “You’re so cold!” Wrapping her tail around her, the honey-light lent her some of her warmth.
“At least she’s up and about,” the silver-light sighed. “I was worried.”
“Why?” the honey-light snapped, pulling her minuscule form closer. “She’s perfectly fine. Isn’t that right, my little Star?”
Star. So that was her name. The little she-kit looked up lovingly at the honey-light and snuggled closer into her warm embrace with a tiny squeak.
“See? Fine.” The honey-light lit up brighter, a flash of white gracing her delicate face. Laying down, she brought her tongue rapidly across Star’s back in a few comforting licks. Star burrowed deeper into the honey-light’s warm wavy fur, squeaking again with delight.
“Now, I bet you’re hungry,” the honey-light purred. “Would you mind waking up you brothers and sister, little one?”
Star was only too happy to oblige.
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Star found out her siblings’ names the second time the golden-light showed its face in the sky. She had been listening to the honey-light ramble on and on before she went to sleep snuggled up under her fur. Her siblings still wouldn’t let her sleep with them, so she slept with the honey-light when the stars came out. The names came up when the honey-light was talking to herself, as she so often did.
The first was a tom. He was the biggest and strongest and most adventurous. That is, of the three. Star knew she was really the most active explorer in the den. The honey-light always told her as much. His pelt was many-colored, black and orange and white. His name was Patches.
The second was a tiny she-kit. She was always sleeping or taking up Star’s place next to the honey-light. “She is peaceful and gentle,” the honey-light mewed, “and she deserves a place next to me. Just like you, Star.” Star didn’t believe it. The she-kit had a silver pelt like the silver-light, only hers was striped with darker hints of grey. Her name was Lily.
The third was a skinny tom. He never moved, except when the coughing spasms shook him like a leaf. The only other time Star had seen him move was when the others moved away from her. Then he moved to keep the group’s warmth. The silver-light was always giving him more attention, which made Star jealous. He should have been spending more time with her. His pelt was dark gold, almost brown, a hue which the honey-light referred affectionately to as ‘amber’. His name was Allegro.
Of the four kits, Star was the second born, right after Allegro. The honey-light loved to tell the story of her birth. “I was in such pain,” the honey-light would say while gently licking Star’s back. “I wasn’t even sure I could survive bringing the rest of you into the world.” Then the honey-light’s eyes would mist over in wonder. “Then a star fell from the sky, and as I watched it falling, I had you. And you, Star, you didn’t hurt one bit.” Honey-light lightly tapped Star’s nose affectionately. “And your brother and sister didn’t hurt much either. But I know they would have brought me just as much pain as Allegro if not for you, Star.” The honey-light smiled. “Your mother is very proud of you, little one.”
“Mother,” Star squeaked happily, and burrowed down deep into the honey-light’s soft warm fur.
To be continued...
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Feb 23, 2017 21:27:21 GMT -5
:Part 2:
To be continued... |
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Feb 23, 2017 21:27:36 GMT -5
Extra save One
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Feb 23, 2017 21:28:07 GMT -5
Extra Save 2
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Feb 23, 2017 21:38:57 GMT -5
The first two segments of part one are now up! Think of the parts more like 'books'; they each have several smaller segments which you can think of like 'chapters'. This is just the way I chose to structure it. Vote in the poll, leave some feedback, and thanks for reading!
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Post by Owlmoon on Feb 24, 2017 20:08:12 GMT -5
If I'm allowed to post, (otherwise I'll delete this) I think I would need to read more to know.
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Post by Brownie on Feb 24, 2017 20:37:29 GMT -5
I love the look of the page but I can't read anything on it ;-;
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Feb 26, 2017 12:16:47 GMT -5
Thanks for the support, guys! (and yes you can post haha). Segment 3 is now up. Thanks for reading. Brownie , can you see it better now? |
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