Post by le Dawnz on Aug 8, 2007 16:17:17 GMT -5
One Moon::
ThunderClan camp was quiet at the moment. Many were hunting, some where sleeping, other were quietly sharing tongues. The nursery was quite spacious now that Angelheart had moved out. Unfortunately, she had dried up too early and another queen, whose last litter had just become apprentices, had been forced to take over. But the she-cat only appeared when it was time to feed the kits, whom were curled up in the corner sleeping soundly. It left plenty of room for Rainstorm to give birth to her own litter. The birth itself had gone just fine, and the three kits that now lay at her belly suckling were as heathly as could be. A mixture of pride and sorrow was visable in her eyes as she gazed down at the kits. She wished their father could be there to see them.
There was a rustle at the entrance to the nursery, and a moment later Stonestar, the ThunderClan leader, stepped through the brambles. She pushed all sad thoughts of her mate to the back of her head and put on a warm smile. Stonestar looked down at the kits with a smile of his own. The leader was always glad to see new clan members. But Rainstorm detected a scent of bitterness. It was gone when he looked up to her. "They're beautiful, Rainstorm." he meowed kindly. The tortoiseshell nodded in agreement. "They're perfect." There it was again. Only this time, it wasn't as bitter, it was a little more... sad. The feeling was gone so fast that Rainstorm wasn't sure if it was real or if she had just imagined the look in her leader's eyes.
Stonestar studied the kittens once more. The two she-cats looked like their mother, though oddly different. They seemed a little darker then the queen, but perhaps this was how Rainstorm had looked when she was a kit herself. They had opened their eyes early that morning, and both she-kits had green eyes rather then yellow. The third kit, a tom, was a little more peculiar in coloring. He was black, and his eyes seemed to have no color at all. They weren't white, but a sort of crystalike silver, or just clear. Stonestar knew no one in ThunderClan with those eyes. If he really thought about it, he'd see that there weren't many darker colored toms in ThunderClan either. Stonestar dismissed the thought, merely shrugging it off. Then, without another word, he padded out of the nursery. Rainstorm waited until she could no longer hear his pawsteps before letting out a soft sigh of relief. He still doesn't know. she thought. And lets keep it that way.
A few nights later, the full moon called the clans together for their monthly gathering. Stonestar had just took his place upon High Rock when he took notice of that WindClan had not yet arrived. Concerned, he gazed across the clearing to where they normally would enter. Just as he was about to turn away, WindClan's deputy, Thicketclaw, hurtled into the clearing, followed by Redstar and the rest of their esemblement. Redstar's coat was dull and shabby. It looked like he could use a good grooming. When he drew nearer, Stonestar could that he could see a few of the leader's ribs poking from under his fur. He looked sick. Was something going through WindClan that the other clans didn't know about? He looked out at the rest of the cats. They all seemed to be in perfect health. It was then that Stonestar realized just how old Redstar was. He had been a leader when Stonestar was a mere kit. He knew that Redstar's days as WindClan's leader were numbered, and he grew sad.
He swept another gaze out at the cats that began to gather before High Rock, clumped together in semi-circles as they chatted with old friends. His eyes landed on a tom he knew to be from WindClan. He didn't know why, but he was suddenly drawn to the cat. His fur was black, and he looked lean and fit. He was speaking to a couple of RiverClan warriors. Blackfrost. The name jumped out at him. Blackfrost had been one of the cats in the patrol that had alerted ThunderClan to the fire a few moons ago. He had saved an apprentice's life that day. Stonestar was grateful to him. But something made him want to hate Blackfrost. The three cats laughed about something Stonestar couldn't hear, and Blackfrost turned to gaze up at the leaders. His eyes had no color.
Stonestar had forced himself to withstand the gathering, reporting ThunderClan's news and listening while the other leaders filled the rest of them in on their own clans. To the smokey gray tom, they had never taken longer to report new warriors and kits. He had gotten his clan home fast, and was given a few curious and scornful glances before he trotted toward the nursery. Of course, a queen is given the right from the beginning to secrecy when it comes to the father of their kits. But now Stonestar suspected that Rainstorm's kits weren't sired by a ThunderClan tom at all, and it changed things dramatically. If Blackfrost was indeed the father, then the beautiful tortoiseshell had broken the warrior code.
He entered the nursery and his ergency alarmed the queen. Her friendly smile became a worried frown. "What's wrong, Stonestar?" she asked, although she suspected she already knew the answer. Now that he was there infront of the she-cat, he found himself hesitate. He gazed at her sadly for a while. When he finally found his voice, he asked quietly, "It's Blackfrost isn't it?" Rainstorm's pale eyes clouded. He'd found out. Somehow, he had found out. But the she-cat had known he would someday. It would become obvious once Blackfrost and Tornadokit were put in the same clearing. The queen looked to the soft ground at her feet and nodded slowly. She'd accept her punishment without resistance. It was her own fault for falling in love with a cat outside of her clan.
Stonestar looked away, as if it would make what she admitted untrue. How could she love him? He was a WindClan warrior! He couldn't believe that she'd do that to ThunderClan... or to him... But she never knew. he reminded himself. And now she never would. He wouldn't tell her. It'd make things easier, for her at least. But he realized that he had to do something. Rainstorm had broken one of the biggest rules of the warrior code, she had to be punished. After countless minutes of contemplating, he sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He turned and walked away. The tortoiseshell looked up, her ears pricked forward. She was confused, why wasn't he punishing her? Threatening to kick her out of the clan? Or even forbidding her from ever seeing him again? "Stonestar...?" He stopped, but he didn't look back. "I won't say anything if you don't." he said to answer her unasked question. "Only a queen can choose to reveil who her mate is." With that, he left the nursery. He wouldn't return for a long, long time.
Rainstorm's breath caught in her throat. She didn't believe what had just happened. Maybe she had dreamed it. No, it had been real. She exhaled loudly and looked down at her kits, unsure how to feel about this ordeal. As long as they're safe. she thought after a while. She nudged them closer to her and wrapped herself around them. Her breathing became long and rhythmic as she slowly drifted of to sleep.
It's short and sucks, but it's better then the original version written nearly three years ago. -nods-
ThunderClan camp was quiet at the moment. Many were hunting, some where sleeping, other were quietly sharing tongues. The nursery was quite spacious now that Angelheart had moved out. Unfortunately, she had dried up too early and another queen, whose last litter had just become apprentices, had been forced to take over. But the she-cat only appeared when it was time to feed the kits, whom were curled up in the corner sleeping soundly. It left plenty of room for Rainstorm to give birth to her own litter. The birth itself had gone just fine, and the three kits that now lay at her belly suckling were as heathly as could be. A mixture of pride and sorrow was visable in her eyes as she gazed down at the kits. She wished their father could be there to see them.
There was a rustle at the entrance to the nursery, and a moment later Stonestar, the ThunderClan leader, stepped through the brambles. She pushed all sad thoughts of her mate to the back of her head and put on a warm smile. Stonestar looked down at the kits with a smile of his own. The leader was always glad to see new clan members. But Rainstorm detected a scent of bitterness. It was gone when he looked up to her. "They're beautiful, Rainstorm." he meowed kindly. The tortoiseshell nodded in agreement. "They're perfect." There it was again. Only this time, it wasn't as bitter, it was a little more... sad. The feeling was gone so fast that Rainstorm wasn't sure if it was real or if she had just imagined the look in her leader's eyes.
Stonestar studied the kittens once more. The two she-cats looked like their mother, though oddly different. They seemed a little darker then the queen, but perhaps this was how Rainstorm had looked when she was a kit herself. They had opened their eyes early that morning, and both she-kits had green eyes rather then yellow. The third kit, a tom, was a little more peculiar in coloring. He was black, and his eyes seemed to have no color at all. They weren't white, but a sort of crystalike silver, or just clear. Stonestar knew no one in ThunderClan with those eyes. If he really thought about it, he'd see that there weren't many darker colored toms in ThunderClan either. Stonestar dismissed the thought, merely shrugging it off. Then, without another word, he padded out of the nursery. Rainstorm waited until she could no longer hear his pawsteps before letting out a soft sigh of relief. He still doesn't know. she thought. And lets keep it that way.
A few nights later, the full moon called the clans together for their monthly gathering. Stonestar had just took his place upon High Rock when he took notice of that WindClan had not yet arrived. Concerned, he gazed across the clearing to where they normally would enter. Just as he was about to turn away, WindClan's deputy, Thicketclaw, hurtled into the clearing, followed by Redstar and the rest of their esemblement. Redstar's coat was dull and shabby. It looked like he could use a good grooming. When he drew nearer, Stonestar could that he could see a few of the leader's ribs poking from under his fur. He looked sick. Was something going through WindClan that the other clans didn't know about? He looked out at the rest of the cats. They all seemed to be in perfect health. It was then that Stonestar realized just how old Redstar was. He had been a leader when Stonestar was a mere kit. He knew that Redstar's days as WindClan's leader were numbered, and he grew sad.
He swept another gaze out at the cats that began to gather before High Rock, clumped together in semi-circles as they chatted with old friends. His eyes landed on a tom he knew to be from WindClan. He didn't know why, but he was suddenly drawn to the cat. His fur was black, and he looked lean and fit. He was speaking to a couple of RiverClan warriors. Blackfrost. The name jumped out at him. Blackfrost had been one of the cats in the patrol that had alerted ThunderClan to the fire a few moons ago. He had saved an apprentice's life that day. Stonestar was grateful to him. But something made him want to hate Blackfrost. The three cats laughed about something Stonestar couldn't hear, and Blackfrost turned to gaze up at the leaders. His eyes had no color.
Stonestar had forced himself to withstand the gathering, reporting ThunderClan's news and listening while the other leaders filled the rest of them in on their own clans. To the smokey gray tom, they had never taken longer to report new warriors and kits. He had gotten his clan home fast, and was given a few curious and scornful glances before he trotted toward the nursery. Of course, a queen is given the right from the beginning to secrecy when it comes to the father of their kits. But now Stonestar suspected that Rainstorm's kits weren't sired by a ThunderClan tom at all, and it changed things dramatically. If Blackfrost was indeed the father, then the beautiful tortoiseshell had broken the warrior code.
He entered the nursery and his ergency alarmed the queen. Her friendly smile became a worried frown. "What's wrong, Stonestar?" she asked, although she suspected she already knew the answer. Now that he was there infront of the she-cat, he found himself hesitate. He gazed at her sadly for a while. When he finally found his voice, he asked quietly, "It's Blackfrost isn't it?" Rainstorm's pale eyes clouded. He'd found out. Somehow, he had found out. But the she-cat had known he would someday. It would become obvious once Blackfrost and Tornadokit were put in the same clearing. The queen looked to the soft ground at her feet and nodded slowly. She'd accept her punishment without resistance. It was her own fault for falling in love with a cat outside of her clan.
Stonestar looked away, as if it would make what she admitted untrue. How could she love him? He was a WindClan warrior! He couldn't believe that she'd do that to ThunderClan... or to him... But she never knew. he reminded himself. And now she never would. He wouldn't tell her. It'd make things easier, for her at least. But he realized that he had to do something. Rainstorm had broken one of the biggest rules of the warrior code, she had to be punished. After countless minutes of contemplating, he sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He turned and walked away. The tortoiseshell looked up, her ears pricked forward. She was confused, why wasn't he punishing her? Threatening to kick her out of the clan? Or even forbidding her from ever seeing him again? "Stonestar...?" He stopped, but he didn't look back. "I won't say anything if you don't." he said to answer her unasked question. "Only a queen can choose to reveil who her mate is." With that, he left the nursery. He wouldn't return for a long, long time.
Rainstorm's breath caught in her throat. She didn't believe what had just happened. Maybe she had dreamed it. No, it had been real. She exhaled loudly and looked down at her kits, unsure how to feel about this ordeal. As long as they're safe. she thought after a while. She nudged them closer to her and wrapped herself around them. Her breathing became long and rhythmic as she slowly drifted of to sleep.
It's short and sucks, but it's better then the original version written nearly three years ago. -nods-
