Post by Nettle on Jun 28, 2024 18:17:18 GMT -5
WARRIORS
Fire of River and Wind
Part one: heavy rain.
Chapter One: Nettlethorn's meeting.
'Life is a special thing in these ages,' that very saying was taught to all the kits of Riverclan's nursery. To Nettlethorn and all his siblings. Although, the kits never understood in depth of it's true meaning. They just heard it repetitively. But it sunk in, supposedly. So Nettlethorn and his littermates grew up with that. He understood it now, of course, and how truthful it was. Riverclan would never truly be at peace with the other clans, so Nettlethorn stood alongside all the others in Riverclan to try and protect what small inch of peace they had obtained. Nettlethorn deeply respected the warrior code and couldn't ever bring himself to disappoint his clan or the warrior code, but no cat was perfect. For Nettlethorn, he had this inexplainable need to befriend everyone he met. Including cats from outside his clan. That's why when gatherings came around, he was hardly ever invited. But when he was, it was always very exciting. Like this particular night. The moon was out, round and glowing, shining down upon the whole forest. Nettlethorn basked in its comforting glow as he and the other chosen Riverclan cats trudged over the bridge and down into the hollow known as four trees. He smiled, noticing that Shadowclan and Thunderclan had already arrived, and Windclan was just entering. As the group of lean cats plunged into the hollow, Nettlethorn caught a glimpse of this glossy-haired beauty of a she-cat enter. Her pelt sunlight gold, streaked with light shades of brown. Her eyes warm and green like spring-time ferns basking in the sunlight. Her paw steps so careful and light, it was almost as if she were dancing. Her beauty radiated, leaving Nettlethorn in awe. He had to talk to this she-cat.
He brushed his way through the crowd to find her and found her conveniently alone. He stared for a moment, still amazed at her beauty, before walking up to her and dipping his head. "Hello," He greeted warmly. "I am Nettlethorn of Riverclan. I happened to notice how kind you looked as you entered and couldn't help wish to talk to you."
The she-cat merely blinked, simply looking surprised. "Ah, well, thank you," She murmured kindly, but looked a little nervous. "My name is, er, Sunthistle. Sunthistle of Windclan."
Nettlethorn smiled and nodded. "That is an excellent name." He decided confidently. Sunthistle smiled. "Thank you. I believe the meeting is going to start," She said, flicking her tail to the leaders approaching the edge of the rock. "So perhaps you'd like to sit and listen with me."
"I'd like that very much." Nettlethorn grinned and sat close to her, drinking in her sweet scent discreetly. Crowstar, leader of Shadowclan, called for silence as the meeting began. He announced the usual things, prey running well, some sort of minor animal attack and a new litter of kits. Sunthistle frowned. "These meetings are always quite boring, I think. Never anything interesting is reported, you know?" She said. Nettlethorn admired her boldness. "Usually, yes. Sometimes the leaders fight, which can be interesting." He added optimistically. He didn't entirely agree with the she-cat's opinion, but was too afraid to expose how he really felt and scare her off. Sunthistle nodded. "You want to do something fun?" She grinned. Her eyes flashed with mischievousness flashed in her eyes. Nettlethorn was not a cat who disobeyed orders, but seeing as he may just be in love with this cat, he gulped. "Yeah."
He brushed his way through the crowd to find her and found her conveniently alone. He stared for a moment, still amazed at her beauty, before walking up to her and dipping his head. "Hello," He greeted warmly. "I am Nettlethorn of Riverclan. I happened to notice how kind you looked as you entered and couldn't help wish to talk to you."
The she-cat merely blinked, simply looking surprised. "Ah, well, thank you," She murmured kindly, but looked a little nervous. "My name is, er, Sunthistle. Sunthistle of Windclan."
Nettlethorn smiled and nodded. "That is an excellent name." He decided confidently. Sunthistle smiled. "Thank you. I believe the meeting is going to start," She said, flicking her tail to the leaders approaching the edge of the rock. "So perhaps you'd like to sit and listen with me."
"I'd like that very much." Nettlethorn grinned and sat close to her, drinking in her sweet scent discreetly. Crowstar, leader of Shadowclan, called for silence as the meeting began. He announced the usual things, prey running well, some sort of minor animal attack and a new litter of kits. Sunthistle frowned. "These meetings are always quite boring, I think. Never anything interesting is reported, you know?" She said. Nettlethorn admired her boldness. "Usually, yes. Sometimes the leaders fight, which can be interesting." He added optimistically. He didn't entirely agree with the she-cat's opinion, but was too afraid to expose how he really felt and scare her off. Sunthistle nodded. "You want to do something fun?" She grinned. Her eyes flashed with mischievousness flashed in her eyes. Nettlethorn was not a cat who disobeyed orders, but seeing as he may just be in love with this cat, he gulped. "Yeah."