Post by moonflower on Jul 11, 2008 10:39:18 GMT -5
A petite, brown she-cat, her pelt dappled with splotches of gray and white, danced across the earth. Her paws barely skimming the ground, carefully weaving among the plants that grew in her path. Echowish was just outside the TempestClan camp, and heading toward her home. The medicine cat's jaws were stuffed full of herbs, and her scent glands flooded with their mixed odors.
Quite suddenly, she stumbled over nothing- her paws had found no obstacle, and yet they had tripped her all the same. The small she-cat's maw fell open, releasing the herbs, and a sharp gasp along with them. Her eyes clouded over, glazed with a strange combination of emotions. All was dark in the medicine cat's view.
A chill swept through her body, whisking her out of the present time and place. The air blew itself into a strong wind, carrying her along as if she were a mere leaf caught in the breeze. SHe called out, but there was no sound save for faint echoes of cries and screeches, which began to grow louder.
Claws flashed, and her vision was flooded with crimson. A voice of a thousand dying warriors, soft as a whisper, hoarse as a breathless rasp, terrible as a scream from battle, sounded all around her, inside her head, from a long way off, just beside her....
They come from afar,
Bearing one name.
To them killing
Is but an evil game.
Blood was seeping from the ground, from the air all around her, pressing in... And there were eyes, staring out at her from the darkness. The same scarlet shade of the sticky wet that clung to her paws. Bright red eyes, glaring, burning, killing....
Clans of the forest must unite
Or there is no hope to win the fight.
The cats of the clans to defeat them must try,
For if they don't, they all shall die.
The medicine cat's paws scrabbled on the earth beneath her crumpled body, and with a shudder of unknown force, she was slammed back into her body. She took a loud, shaky intake of air- sweet, pure, forest air, all around her... And yet, still tainted with the scent and taste of blood. She shivered despite the comfortable temperature of the forest, and climbed unsteadily to her feet.
The she-cat stared blankly at the wall of underbrush around her. What in the world could this mean? Her paws started forward, dragging her along with them. Soon she was pounding across the turf toward camp, herbs forgotten, left on the ground behind her. The medicine cat burst through the underbrush, eyes wide and wild.
"Tearstar!" Echowish's breathing was coming in heavy rasps, and the gasp had hardly and air behind it. She tried again, this time raising her voice to a frantic yowl. "Tearstar!"
Quite suddenly, she stumbled over nothing- her paws had found no obstacle, and yet they had tripped her all the same. The small she-cat's maw fell open, releasing the herbs, and a sharp gasp along with them. Her eyes clouded over, glazed with a strange combination of emotions. All was dark in the medicine cat's view.
A chill swept through her body, whisking her out of the present time and place. The air blew itself into a strong wind, carrying her along as if she were a mere leaf caught in the breeze. SHe called out, but there was no sound save for faint echoes of cries and screeches, which began to grow louder.
Claws flashed, and her vision was flooded with crimson. A voice of a thousand dying warriors, soft as a whisper, hoarse as a breathless rasp, terrible as a scream from battle, sounded all around her, inside her head, from a long way off, just beside her....
They come from afar,
Bearing one name.
To them killing
Is but an evil game.
Blood was seeping from the ground, from the air all around her, pressing in... And there were eyes, staring out at her from the darkness. The same scarlet shade of the sticky wet that clung to her paws. Bright red eyes, glaring, burning, killing....
Clans of the forest must unite
Or there is no hope to win the fight.
The cats of the clans to defeat them must try,
For if they don't, they all shall die.
The medicine cat's paws scrabbled on the earth beneath her crumpled body, and with a shudder of unknown force, she was slammed back into her body. She took a loud, shaky intake of air- sweet, pure, forest air, all around her... And yet, still tainted with the scent and taste of blood. She shivered despite the comfortable temperature of the forest, and climbed unsteadily to her feet.
The she-cat stared blankly at the wall of underbrush around her. What in the world could this mean? Her paws started forward, dragging her along with them. Soon she was pounding across the turf toward camp, herbs forgotten, left on the ground behind her. The medicine cat burst through the underbrush, eyes wide and wild.
"Tearstar!" Echowish's breathing was coming in heavy rasps, and the gasp had hardly and air behind it. She tried again, this time raising her voice to a frantic yowl. "Tearstar!"