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Post by kinkajou on Aug 14, 2016 1:37:57 GMT -5
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Post by kinkajou on Aug 14, 2016 1:58:58 GMT -5
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Post by kinkajou on Aug 15, 2016 16:24:03 GMT -5
Going to post a fic later let's see how this looks... Words go here Words go here The treetops were a blaze of red and gold. The sky had become a veil of dark gray. The air, once clear and full of rich forest scents, was now suffocating and filled with the fowl stench of smoke. Cats, both young and old, raced to escape the fire, scurrying down trees faster than squirrels. A queen dashed out of the nursery, three tiny kits with unopened eyes dangling from her jaws. A warrior ran right past her, too desperate to get away from the flames to stop and help. None of the cats were recognizable. All their pelts were glowing bright ginger, and firelight reflected off their eyes, turning them amber. A scream cut through the air. An apprentice was clinging onto a weak tree branch with his forepaws, legs dangling below him. The fire was swiftly making its way toward the young cat. No one did more than glance at him. The forest which IvyClan had called home for generations was quickly being reduced to ashes. There was one cat, however, who who was calm, peacefully sitting among the flames with its eyes closed. It looked like it could care less that it was about to be burned to death, and that its Clanmates were fleeing for their lives. Suddenly, its eyes snapped open, revealing themselves to be an ice blue so cold it could turn the fire to frost. A voice echoed throughout the trees: “Beware the pelt of fire and the eyes of ice.” Oakfeather woke up gasping for air, his heart pounding in his ears. Where am I? Is the Clan safe? He looked around quickly, soon realizing that he was in the safely of his den. Everything was just as it should be; the woven vines and branches that made up the medicine den were still secure, and the herbs were safely in their places. But he knew what he had just experienced was not just a dream. It was a vision. Was the forest going to catch fire in the future? Was the mysterious cat - the one with the eyes of ice - going to cause it? He would have to figure this out later. Right now, he had to tell Whitestar. Oakfeather padded out of his den, the golden morning sun instantly warming his sleek brown pelt. He strode confidently over the thick, strong tree branches. They were grown so close together, they could have been one big tree. IvyClan cats lived up in the treetops, so they were used to walking along them. The leader’s den was higher than the rest. Like all the dens with the exception of the nursery, it was made of tightly woven branches and leaves. Oakfeather dug his powerful claws into the truck of the tree. He climbed up with ease, and was soon in the cool shade of Whitestar’s den. The long-furred she-cat quickly got to her feet. “Oakfeather? Is something wrong?” “I received a prophecy,” he told her.---
Rainfall’s kits opened their eyes that day. The blue queen had called him over to make sure they all looked healthy. Oakfeather gazed at the small kits fondly. He always loved kits’ innocence. Bluekit, Pinekit, and Frostkit were all adorable. Then he saw Cherrykit, and felt his heart freeze. The little she-kit was looking around curiously, with her newly-opened eyes. Her soft fur was bright, flame-colored ginger. Her eyes were ice blue. Beware the pelt of fire and the eyes of ice.
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