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Post by >>[S]ilver on Jan 26, 2007 13:36:11 GMT -5
Figures in the Dark“
The time will come when there is nothing to run to,
and everything to run for.”
There was a dark figure, just standing there, claws digging into the dirt ground.
His eyes were made of the night sky; they were so dark and shining. Shining but in not in a good way. He looked so deadly, standing in the shadows, not a trace of moonshine on his pelt. He stepped out; I saw what he looked like. He was a big dark tabby tom,
eyes made of the night. “Who are you?” I asked. Hearing my voice, he suddenly looked worried, but fake worried. “I am a cat who wishes to be somewhere else, but has no choice but to be here. And may I ask whom you are?” His voice faded away as I tried to answer, he was fading, the moonshine was gone, and so was the forest.
Amberpaw flashed through forest, her long pelt rippling in the sunshine. She stopped, looked around, and sat, exhausted. After that night’s horrible sleep, tossing, and turning. Apprentices said she talked in her sleep, and she dreaded what they might take of what she said. It was always the same, a dark figure, standing in the night, looking deadly and un-living. She decided to visit the elders when she got back from her hunting. “Amberpaw! What is taking you so long? You have been out since sunhigh!” called Amberpaw’s mentor, Sparrowwing, a small black she-cat. The pretty tabby apprentice looked over to see what was going on. “What's wrong with taking so long?” she asked. She was only 8 moons old, and did not know enough to see what was wrong. “Well, for one thing, see all of this green of Newleaf? Well, ThunderClan want some Newleaf prey before the first snowfall!” Sparrowwing said playfully. “I also want you to go to the elders den, and see if they need anything. Fresh kill, new bedding, their pelts checked for ticks. You know the drill!” she called after her apprentice, who was bounding away already, and had dropped her rabbit and mouse. “ I knew she liked them, but not that much!” she said, seemingly to the nearest patch of bracken. Out stepped a ghostly gray tom, almost white, with piercing blue eyes, and a long pelt. “She will do fine. Thank you.” He said to Sparrowwing. “No, thank you. I was beginning to loose faith, and for that I am truly sorry. But having this privilege, I am honored. Thank you, Ghostpelt. I will never again loose faith in StarClan again.” She said, looking into his eyes. He smiled at her. “I must go. I will always be here for you, don’t forget that. Goodbye, Sparrowwing.” He walked away, disappearing into the next gust of wind.
Meanwhile, Amberpaw had long since been in the elder’s den, listening to tales. Badgerclaw was telling a story of how he had received his name. “I was out hunting for the elders, being punished for crossing the border with ShadowClan, when a badger, must have been four times my size, popped out of a cave. It took off a few toes, but I fought too hard for it! I took out an eye out of it, most of the fur, and a whole lot of tail! That mangy thing did not stand a chance!” he said, his one eye blinking, remembering the ‘good ol’ days’. “You done, Amberpaw?” Sparrowwing called from the camp edge.
“You guys don’t need anything, do you?” she asked anxiously. “No, we will be fine. Now go, before you got into trouble, and have to come back!” Whitewind said from
over in her corner. “Bye!” Amberpaw called as she ran away to her mentor.
The next morning, Sparrowwing approached her apprentice. “Redstar wants you to go on a hunt on your own. I cannot watch you, so be careful!” Amberpaw, eager to be alone, was already bounding away, far from camp as she could get.
When Amberpaw finally came to a stop, she picked up a sent, one that she did not recognize. It was not anycat from ThunderClan, and she was nearer to ShadowClan than to RiverClan, ThunderClan’s Allie. “Who’s there?” she called into the shadows where the sent wafted from. “Who’s there?” called a voice. The voice sounded to be of a tom, about Amberpaw’s age. “Amberpaw of ThunderClan.” She said, no longer afraid.
“I’m Nightpaw of ShadowClan. Are you alone?” said Nightpaw. “Why? Are you planning to attack? You don’t seem too big for me. I could take you!” She said.
“I wish to attack no one.” He stepped out of the shadows, into the streaming sunshine. He was a black tom, just Amberpaw’s age: 8 moons. “Well, at least you cannot attack me.”
She said matter-of-factly. “Why not? I could take you!” he said. He was a bit bigger. Amberpaw got a lump of fear in her throat; if he did attack there was no ThunderClan
Cats around to help her. She knew what she had to do: swoon him into liking her.
“I don’t think that a strong tom like you would waste your energy on a nice she cat like me. Want to hunt with me?” she knew this was wrong, and she would got into trouble because of it, but if she could get him a little closer to ThunderClan, he could be her prisoner! “My clan would not like it…” Amberpaw saw the look in his eyes, and she knew he could not resist, she was good looking, and nice to him, so no tom could resist.
“Alright. But we have to stay on the border. I do not want any of ShadowClan to see me.” She purred with delight. “I bet I can catch more!” she purred with competition in her voice. “No way!” he said, bounding away along the border. She picked up the sent of mouse, and ran to catch it. Just then, her nose picked up something horrible: the sent of a ShadowClan patrol, heading right toward her. “Nightpaw! Nightpaw!” he came back toward her, a rabbit in his jaws. His eyes grew wide with fear as he too picked up the sent of his clan mates. She went pelted over into the bracken, and was just fast enough.
“What's going on, Nightpaw? I smell ThunderClan.” Said one of the cats, a big tabby tom, asked him. “What’s this?” a small calico she-cat started to brood the bush of bracken where Amberpaw was hiding. “What's this? A ThunderClan cat! Why are you here?”
She made to start attack, but Nightpaw spoke. “I found her, Tawnystorm. I wanted to chase her off on my own, but you came. I’m sorry.” He bowed his head, a fake look of concern for himself in his eyes. Amberpaw continued to cower in the bush, frightened.
“Well leave you to it, then.” Came Tawnystorm’s reply, somewhat forced. She looked with hatred at Amberpaw. “Your lucky it was not just me, or I would have had your throat.” She hissed, tail lashing, claws out kneading savagely at the ground. The group of cats left, stopping when they thought they were unseen, to see what Nightpaw would do. The black tom turned to her, hissing. But instead of attacking her, he hissed under his breath:
“Meet me here tomorrow, sunhigh. Are they watching?” Amberpaw nodded, slightly confused. “Leave, now!” He said loudly, then quieter, “Just go with it.” He leapt on her,
claws sheathed. Making like it was a mock-battle, Amberpaw hissed, and clawed at him.
Soon, she just darted away, hearing the approving voices of Tawnystorm and the others behind her, praising Nightpaw.
Amberpaw stopped after she was well inside the border. She scented some rabbit, and managed to catch it, as well as a vole and some mice. She headed back to camp, prey in her mouth. “Great StarClan, Amberpaw!” Meowed her mentor, Sparrowwing. She walking toward her, eyes sleepy from midday nap. “You caught enough prey to feed all of ThunderClan!” She meowed in surprise, eyes wide. Amberpaw walked to the fresh-kill pile, dropping her kills in the heap of food. She was delighted to see her father, Badgerclaw and her sister Moonpaw walk over. Her father mentored her sister who was adopted. Found as a starving kit, she was taken in. ThunderClan did not really have a choice, the kit was starving and her eyes were not even open at the time. But StarClan could have not given her a better sister. She was a beautiful she-cat. She was white with gray tabby markings and stunning blue eyes. She also had a wonderful personality. She put others before herself and went hungry if the clan was low on food. “Hi, Amberpaw! Want to go exploring?” said Moonpaw, grinning. The two apprentices were closer then many sisters. They did much together, despite being so different. “Of coarse!” Replied Amberpaw. The golden tabby apprentice looked at her mentor, who nodded approvingly. Moonpaw did the same to her father who said, “I think so. You did great training today, Moonpaw.” “Oh, thank you father!” Moonpaw ran up to her father/mentor and pressed her nose into his pelt. Even though she was not his child by birth, the two were a lot alike. Amberpaw did the same, and said ‘by’ to Sparrowwing.
The two ran off gleefully, racing and shouting happily.
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Moonpaw and Amberpaw started to slow. “I’m hungry. You?” Meowed Amberpaw. “Your always hungry, Amberpaw! But yes, I am. Want to hunt?” Replied Moonpaw, a hint of humor in her eyes. “Great StarClan, no! I hunted all d-”
She cut off, scenting mouse. Dropping into her advanced hunting crouch, she made her paws almost float. Creeping like a shadow, she caught the mouse swiftly. “That was good, Amberpaw! Let me try!” She said. Amberpaw looked over the hill, toward RiverClan. She never looked to see how far they had strayed. Moonpaw seemed to be pelting from something, heading straight for the border. “Moonpaw! No!” Screeched Amberpaw. Despite her wonderful ability to obey, Moonpaw kept on running. Amberpaw pelted, fast as her paws could carry her, to her sister. She went in front of Moonpaw, and looked back. There was nothing there, but Moonpaw's eyes were wide as full moons.
She started to slow, but looked like she would have still been running if it was not for Amberpaw. “W-what was it?” She said, her voice a mixture of fear and being out of breath. “Moonpaw, there was nothing there. And if there was, it’s gone now.” Amberpaw was worried for her sister. “No!” Said Moonpaw, tail lashing. “There was something there. It was big and black. Bigger than any two-leg dog you ever saw! It’s eyes were huge, a-and glowing red.” Moonpaw sat, looking behind Amberpaw with huge eyes, scared that whatever was there, would come back to finish a job. “We should-” She stopped talking when splashing in the waters behind her interrupted. No sooner than she turned around than a RiverClan patrol was on them. The two she-cat apprentices were surrounded, with no way out.
The time will come when there is nothing to run to,
and everything to run for.”
There was a dark figure, just standing there, claws digging into the dirt ground.
His eyes were made of the night sky; they were so dark and shining. Shining but in not in a good way. He looked so deadly, standing in the shadows, not a trace of moonshine on his pelt. He stepped out; I saw what he looked like. He was a big dark tabby tom,
eyes made of the night. “Who are you?” I asked. Hearing my voice, he suddenly looked worried, but fake worried. “I am a cat who wishes to be somewhere else, but has no choice but to be here. And may I ask whom you are?” His voice faded away as I tried to answer, he was fading, the moonshine was gone, and so was the forest.
Amberpaw flashed through forest, her long pelt rippling in the sunshine. She stopped, looked around, and sat, exhausted. After that night’s horrible sleep, tossing, and turning. Apprentices said she talked in her sleep, and she dreaded what they might take of what she said. It was always the same, a dark figure, standing in the night, looking deadly and un-living. She decided to visit the elders when she got back from her hunting. “Amberpaw! What is taking you so long? You have been out since sunhigh!” called Amberpaw’s mentor, Sparrowwing, a small black she-cat. The pretty tabby apprentice looked over to see what was going on. “What's wrong with taking so long?” she asked. She was only 8 moons old, and did not know enough to see what was wrong. “Well, for one thing, see all of this green of Newleaf? Well, ThunderClan want some Newleaf prey before the first snowfall!” Sparrowwing said playfully. “I also want you to go to the elders den, and see if they need anything. Fresh kill, new bedding, their pelts checked for ticks. You know the drill!” she called after her apprentice, who was bounding away already, and had dropped her rabbit and mouse. “ I knew she liked them, but not that much!” she said, seemingly to the nearest patch of bracken. Out stepped a ghostly gray tom, almost white, with piercing blue eyes, and a long pelt. “She will do fine. Thank you.” He said to Sparrowwing. “No, thank you. I was beginning to loose faith, and for that I am truly sorry. But having this privilege, I am honored. Thank you, Ghostpelt. I will never again loose faith in StarClan again.” She said, looking into his eyes. He smiled at her. “I must go. I will always be here for you, don’t forget that. Goodbye, Sparrowwing.” He walked away, disappearing into the next gust of wind.
Meanwhile, Amberpaw had long since been in the elder’s den, listening to tales. Badgerclaw was telling a story of how he had received his name. “I was out hunting for the elders, being punished for crossing the border with ShadowClan, when a badger, must have been four times my size, popped out of a cave. It took off a few toes, but I fought too hard for it! I took out an eye out of it, most of the fur, and a whole lot of tail! That mangy thing did not stand a chance!” he said, his one eye blinking, remembering the ‘good ol’ days’. “You done, Amberpaw?” Sparrowwing called from the camp edge.
“You guys don’t need anything, do you?” she asked anxiously. “No, we will be fine. Now go, before you got into trouble, and have to come back!” Whitewind said from
over in her corner. “Bye!” Amberpaw called as she ran away to her mentor.
The next morning, Sparrowwing approached her apprentice. “Redstar wants you to go on a hunt on your own. I cannot watch you, so be careful!” Amberpaw, eager to be alone, was already bounding away, far from camp as she could get.
When Amberpaw finally came to a stop, she picked up a sent, one that she did not recognize. It was not anycat from ThunderClan, and she was nearer to ShadowClan than to RiverClan, ThunderClan’s Allie. “Who’s there?” she called into the shadows where the sent wafted from. “Who’s there?” called a voice. The voice sounded to be of a tom, about Amberpaw’s age. “Amberpaw of ThunderClan.” She said, no longer afraid.
“I’m Nightpaw of ShadowClan. Are you alone?” said Nightpaw. “Why? Are you planning to attack? You don’t seem too big for me. I could take you!” She said.
“I wish to attack no one.” He stepped out of the shadows, into the streaming sunshine. He was a black tom, just Amberpaw’s age: 8 moons. “Well, at least you cannot attack me.”
She said matter-of-factly. “Why not? I could take you!” he said. He was a bit bigger. Amberpaw got a lump of fear in her throat; if he did attack there was no ThunderClan
Cats around to help her. She knew what she had to do: swoon him into liking her.
“I don’t think that a strong tom like you would waste your energy on a nice she cat like me. Want to hunt with me?” she knew this was wrong, and she would got into trouble because of it, but if she could get him a little closer to ThunderClan, he could be her prisoner! “My clan would not like it…” Amberpaw saw the look in his eyes, and she knew he could not resist, she was good looking, and nice to him, so no tom could resist.
“Alright. But we have to stay on the border. I do not want any of ShadowClan to see me.” She purred with delight. “I bet I can catch more!” she purred with competition in her voice. “No way!” he said, bounding away along the border. She picked up the sent of mouse, and ran to catch it. Just then, her nose picked up something horrible: the sent of a ShadowClan patrol, heading right toward her. “Nightpaw! Nightpaw!” he came back toward her, a rabbit in his jaws. His eyes grew wide with fear as he too picked up the sent of his clan mates. She went pelted over into the bracken, and was just fast enough.
“What's going on, Nightpaw? I smell ThunderClan.” Said one of the cats, a big tabby tom, asked him. “What’s this?” a small calico she-cat started to brood the bush of bracken where Amberpaw was hiding. “What's this? A ThunderClan cat! Why are you here?”
She made to start attack, but Nightpaw spoke. “I found her, Tawnystorm. I wanted to chase her off on my own, but you came. I’m sorry.” He bowed his head, a fake look of concern for himself in his eyes. Amberpaw continued to cower in the bush, frightened.
“Well leave you to it, then.” Came Tawnystorm’s reply, somewhat forced. She looked with hatred at Amberpaw. “Your lucky it was not just me, or I would have had your throat.” She hissed, tail lashing, claws out kneading savagely at the ground. The group of cats left, stopping when they thought they were unseen, to see what Nightpaw would do. The black tom turned to her, hissing. But instead of attacking her, he hissed under his breath:
“Meet me here tomorrow, sunhigh. Are they watching?” Amberpaw nodded, slightly confused. “Leave, now!” He said loudly, then quieter, “Just go with it.” He leapt on her,
claws sheathed. Making like it was a mock-battle, Amberpaw hissed, and clawed at him.
Soon, she just darted away, hearing the approving voices of Tawnystorm and the others behind her, praising Nightpaw.
Amberpaw stopped after she was well inside the border. She scented some rabbit, and managed to catch it, as well as a vole and some mice. She headed back to camp, prey in her mouth. “Great StarClan, Amberpaw!” Meowed her mentor, Sparrowwing. She walking toward her, eyes sleepy from midday nap. “You caught enough prey to feed all of ThunderClan!” She meowed in surprise, eyes wide. Amberpaw walked to the fresh-kill pile, dropping her kills in the heap of food. She was delighted to see her father, Badgerclaw and her sister Moonpaw walk over. Her father mentored her sister who was adopted. Found as a starving kit, she was taken in. ThunderClan did not really have a choice, the kit was starving and her eyes were not even open at the time. But StarClan could have not given her a better sister. She was a beautiful she-cat. She was white with gray tabby markings and stunning blue eyes. She also had a wonderful personality. She put others before herself and went hungry if the clan was low on food. “Hi, Amberpaw! Want to go exploring?” said Moonpaw, grinning. The two apprentices were closer then many sisters. They did much together, despite being so different. “Of coarse!” Replied Amberpaw. The golden tabby apprentice looked at her mentor, who nodded approvingly. Moonpaw did the same to her father who said, “I think so. You did great training today, Moonpaw.” “Oh, thank you father!” Moonpaw ran up to her father/mentor and pressed her nose into his pelt. Even though she was not his child by birth, the two were a lot alike. Amberpaw did the same, and said ‘by’ to Sparrowwing.
The two ran off gleefully, racing and shouting happily.
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Moonpaw and Amberpaw started to slow. “I’m hungry. You?” Meowed Amberpaw. “Your always hungry, Amberpaw! But yes, I am. Want to hunt?” Replied Moonpaw, a hint of humor in her eyes. “Great StarClan, no! I hunted all d-”
She cut off, scenting mouse. Dropping into her advanced hunting crouch, she made her paws almost float. Creeping like a shadow, she caught the mouse swiftly. “That was good, Amberpaw! Let me try!” She said. Amberpaw looked over the hill, toward RiverClan. She never looked to see how far they had strayed. Moonpaw seemed to be pelting from something, heading straight for the border. “Moonpaw! No!” Screeched Amberpaw. Despite her wonderful ability to obey, Moonpaw kept on running. Amberpaw pelted, fast as her paws could carry her, to her sister. She went in front of Moonpaw, and looked back. There was nothing there, but Moonpaw's eyes were wide as full moons.
She started to slow, but looked like she would have still been running if it was not for Amberpaw. “W-what was it?” She said, her voice a mixture of fear and being out of breath. “Moonpaw, there was nothing there. And if there was, it’s gone now.” Amberpaw was worried for her sister. “No!” Said Moonpaw, tail lashing. “There was something there. It was big and black. Bigger than any two-leg dog you ever saw! It’s eyes were huge, a-and glowing red.” Moonpaw sat, looking behind Amberpaw with huge eyes, scared that whatever was there, would come back to finish a job. “We should-” She stopped talking when splashing in the waters behind her interrupted. No sooner than she turned around than a RiverClan patrol was on them. The two she-cat apprentices were surrounded, with no way out.
