Post by ☪ঌяανєηƒαηтαѕуঌ☪ on Aug 7, 2016 5:14:03 GMT -5
The wind screamed between the rocks.
She watched the nighttime coastline silently, the waves foaming white over glistening rocks.
She was built well, but had a bedraggled, lean look about her, muscles under rough pelt, the kind of cat that could be slammed against the rocky cliffs and pummeled by an avalanche of stones. Bright eyes were strangely weary as they followed the ripples on the sea.
Her companion looked similar, quiet and worried as he looked at her with his tail around his paws. The tom didn't have the shecat's strong frame- he was lithe and his tabby fur so weathered it was hard to make out the stripes.
His paws motionless at the edge of the cliff, the tom didn't take his eyes off his companion, seeming to wait for her to speak.
Finally, the shecat did so. Her voice was obviously strong and firm, but now hoarse and whispery like the breeze. "It's the first moon of leaf-fall. Just like then."
"You made the right decision, Stonestar," the tom replied immediately, though not hurried, looking at his leader.
"I know," she replied, sitting still with her back hunched and eyes high, meow soft like a whisper. 'I don't regret it.' The unspoken words hung in the small space between them.
The tom gazed at her. "Warblerpaw and Oysterpaw are doing well. Glisteningpaw is working hard also. Whitepaw... you know yourself. They're happy and healthy." Seeing his leader had no answer for him, he continued, "It's wise to wait until they're warriors before you tell them. They deserve their time of careless pleasure."
"That's good."
Burst of foam sprayed from the rocks.
The tom went silent. The two of them stayed that way for a long time, before a whisper slowly broke the stillness. The tom's voice was low, careful. "And Blacktail... no matter the deeds she's committed, she hasn't complained. Not once..."
Silence. "No, she hasn't."
The leader's voice was bleak as she rose to her feet, turning to climb down the rocks to the shore.
The tom didn't speak again. He followed her lead, hoping from stone to stone, even the waves louder than their steps. They prowled among the rocks, walking parallel to the coastline.
It was the first moon of leaf-fall, just like then.
The wind screamed between the rocks.
The waves crashed. The winds screeched. A gull called in the sky. And a cry echoed in the darkness.
The weary shecat froze, eyes wide, and began to tremble. "A kit. A kit... just like then," she whispered. "Ploverleap, there's a kit... I hear can a kit crying, oh Starclan, just like then-"
The tom looked at her in alarm. "Stonestar, please. I know this night is so much like the one those four seasons ago, but please . . . don't start imag- searching for similarities." Then, he suddenly stopped, eyes round when the cries reached his ear as well.
"Starclan, it can't be..," he breathed.
Stonestar leaped from rock to rock, almost unnatural in her widened eyes and held breath, speeding through the cliffs with Ploverleap at her tail. Frantic desperation sped her paws, making her almost fly across the terrain, heedless and reckless, until the two reached a dip in the stones and stilled.
Rocks shone in the moonlight, cool and slick, a tiny clump of fur in their middle. The dark shecat sitting over the crying clump was similarly frozen, trembling, gazing out beyond Stonestar and Ploverleap, eyes staring blindly at the sea and the stars. The fur on her cheeks was glistening wet.
Stonestar stared at the dip, not daring to speak. Her eyes followed the dark shecat, the crying kit, all the way to the cold body draped over the edge of the bowl. She didn't have to come closer to know the body belonged to the kit's only parent.
The strong leader gazed at the tiny, hungry, cold, crying kit, and she tried to speak, voice cracking. She tried again, and found her own eyes wet.
"It's a gift," she whispered, staring at the kit and eyes filling with tears. "Starclan has given us a miracle."
Ploverleap stood beside Stonestar, both of them gazing at Blacktail standing beside the orphaned kit, the kit that had just lost its parent, the kit that had appeared like a star from the night, and the kit that meant a second chance for a dark shecat who had committed crimes against the stars and their code. Exactly four seasons after her crime.
The wind screamed between the rocks.
So, what do you think? Just a short story; continuation of something I never actually wrote down. If anyone wants, I'll explain what is happening between the cats of Gullclan, Stonestar, Ploverleap and Blacktail, when I get back. Got to go to sleep now.
Edit;; reposted from old forums :')
She watched the nighttime coastline silently, the waves foaming white over glistening rocks.
She was built well, but had a bedraggled, lean look about her, muscles under rough pelt, the kind of cat that could be slammed against the rocky cliffs and pummeled by an avalanche of stones. Bright eyes were strangely weary as they followed the ripples on the sea.
Her companion looked similar, quiet and worried as he looked at her with his tail around his paws. The tom didn't have the shecat's strong frame- he was lithe and his tabby fur so weathered it was hard to make out the stripes.
His paws motionless at the edge of the cliff, the tom didn't take his eyes off his companion, seeming to wait for her to speak.
Finally, the shecat did so. Her voice was obviously strong and firm, but now hoarse and whispery like the breeze. "It's the first moon of leaf-fall. Just like then."
"You made the right decision, Stonestar," the tom replied immediately, though not hurried, looking at his leader.
"I know," she replied, sitting still with her back hunched and eyes high, meow soft like a whisper. 'I don't regret it.' The unspoken words hung in the small space between them.
The tom gazed at her. "Warblerpaw and Oysterpaw are doing well. Glisteningpaw is working hard also. Whitepaw... you know yourself. They're happy and healthy." Seeing his leader had no answer for him, he continued, "It's wise to wait until they're warriors before you tell them. They deserve their time of careless pleasure."
"That's good."
Burst of foam sprayed from the rocks.
The tom went silent. The two of them stayed that way for a long time, before a whisper slowly broke the stillness. The tom's voice was low, careful. "And Blacktail... no matter the deeds she's committed, she hasn't complained. Not once..."
Silence. "No, she hasn't."
The leader's voice was bleak as she rose to her feet, turning to climb down the rocks to the shore.
The tom didn't speak again. He followed her lead, hoping from stone to stone, even the waves louder than their steps. They prowled among the rocks, walking parallel to the coastline.
It was the first moon of leaf-fall, just like then.
The wind screamed between the rocks.
The waves crashed. The winds screeched. A gull called in the sky. And a cry echoed in the darkness.
The weary shecat froze, eyes wide, and began to tremble. "A kit. A kit... just like then," she whispered. "Ploverleap, there's a kit... I hear can a kit crying, oh Starclan, just like then-"
The tom looked at her in alarm. "Stonestar, please. I know this night is so much like the one those four seasons ago, but please . . . don't start imag- searching for similarities." Then, he suddenly stopped, eyes round when the cries reached his ear as well.
"Starclan, it can't be..," he breathed.
Stonestar leaped from rock to rock, almost unnatural in her widened eyes and held breath, speeding through the cliffs with Ploverleap at her tail. Frantic desperation sped her paws, making her almost fly across the terrain, heedless and reckless, until the two reached a dip in the stones and stilled.
Rocks shone in the moonlight, cool and slick, a tiny clump of fur in their middle. The dark shecat sitting over the crying clump was similarly frozen, trembling, gazing out beyond Stonestar and Ploverleap, eyes staring blindly at the sea and the stars. The fur on her cheeks was glistening wet.
Stonestar stared at the dip, not daring to speak. Her eyes followed the dark shecat, the crying kit, all the way to the cold body draped over the edge of the bowl. She didn't have to come closer to know the body belonged to the kit's only parent.
The strong leader gazed at the tiny, hungry, cold, crying kit, and she tried to speak, voice cracking. She tried again, and found her own eyes wet.
"It's a gift," she whispered, staring at the kit and eyes filling with tears. "Starclan has given us a miracle."
Ploverleap stood beside Stonestar, both of them gazing at Blacktail standing beside the orphaned kit, the kit that had just lost its parent, the kit that had appeared like a star from the night, and the kit that meant a second chance for a dark shecat who had committed crimes against the stars and their code. Exactly four seasons after her crime.
The wind screamed between the rocks.
So, what do you think? Just a short story; continuation of something I never actually wrote down. If anyone wants, I'll explain what is happening between the cats of Gullclan, Stonestar, Ploverleap and Blacktail, when I get back. Got to go to sleep now.
Edit;; reposted from old forums :')