Post by [.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.] on Jun 4, 2007 23:38:43 GMT -5
The sleek, lean body of a dark brown tabby tomcat slipped through the entrance to the apprentices' den, disappearing from the sight of all the other ThunderClan cats. He settled down comfortably into a warm nest of moss and grass and curled up.
Vulturepaw sighed heavily, resting his head wearily upon his crisscrossed front paws. The troubles of his life flashed through his mind. Well, he really only had one problem, but it might as well be a whole season's worth! He was having a forbidden love with the medicine cat apprentice, Featherpaw. She was from ThunderClan, but it was against the warrior code for medicine cats to love. Why?! the tabby apprentice hissed internally. Why are they not allowed to love?! Just because they're committed to taking care of the Clan it doesn't mean they have no hearts, no love inside their many emotions! Usually, no cat would dare question the ways of the almighty StarClan, but Vulturepaw wasn't usual. He walked in his own pawsteps, not even listening to StarClan on his journey through life. And he didn't understand why medicine cats weren't even allowed to be in love. It's not like they could control their feelings!
Sighing again, Vulturepaw closed his amber pools, forcefully pushing away his worrisome thoughts for the night. He blinked open his eyes several times before finally drifting off to sleep...
Vulturepaw snapped open his eyes to see that he was in a grassy clearing, semi-brightly lit by the pale blue light of a full moon that sang up in the night sky, the shining stars as its harmony. He had no idea where he was, but then he saw the four huge oak trees in the middle of the hollow, a big rock jutting out from between them all. I'm at Fourtrees! he realized in amazement, recognizing the Gathering place from the old forest as it had been described to him by the elders when he had still been a kit. But if I'm at Fourtrees...then I must be in StarClan! Vulturepaw whipped his head from side to side, fear beginning to tingle deep inside of him - something that didn't usually happen with the tough young tom - but it seemed that he was alone.
For awhile, everything was silent; only the gentle newleaf breeze that rustled the lush green leaves on the oaks stirred the quiet. Vulturepaw began to get tired of just sitting there, and longed to just wake up and go back to sleep all over again. But things were soon to take a twist...
Suddenly, a huge, loud yowl echoed around the clearing, wavering with fear. The reek of freshly-shed blood fell thick in the air, and the scent of feline as well. Vulturepaw nearly jumped out of his pelt in fright at the sudden sound, his heart beating wildly like a trapped crow flapping and thrashing its wings desperately. Then came the sinister, hissing voice, so evil that it even sent a chill down Vulturepaw's spine, the cat that everyone expected to turn out just like the murderous tabby, Tigerstar, who once roamed the old forest as a horrible tyrant.
"Eight apprentices, divided, must join together to defeat the rising rouge...Or watch the destruction of the forest..."
Suddenly, the sound of battling cats rose into the hollow. Screeches, hisses, and furious snarls came from every direction. The sound of slashing claws and the shudders of death were distinct. But after a moment, everything fell silent, and the moonlit clearing was enveloped in a wave of huge, gaping darkness. Vulturepaw yowled in fear as he lost sight, scent, and hearing of everything that had been there just a heartbeat ago. What was going on?!
Vulturepaw's eyes shot open, and he awoke with a sweat-soaked pelt, his sides heaving. He was only an apprentice who wasn't anywhere near becoming a warrior, and he had just received a prophecy - one that he didn't understand a mousetail!
"No..." he breathed aloud. "Not a prophecy. A premonition..."
Vulturepaw sighed heavily, resting his head wearily upon his crisscrossed front paws. The troubles of his life flashed through his mind. Well, he really only had one problem, but it might as well be a whole season's worth! He was having a forbidden love with the medicine cat apprentice, Featherpaw. She was from ThunderClan, but it was against the warrior code for medicine cats to love. Why?! the tabby apprentice hissed internally. Why are they not allowed to love?! Just because they're committed to taking care of the Clan it doesn't mean they have no hearts, no love inside their many emotions! Usually, no cat would dare question the ways of the almighty StarClan, but Vulturepaw wasn't usual. He walked in his own pawsteps, not even listening to StarClan on his journey through life. And he didn't understand why medicine cats weren't even allowed to be in love. It's not like they could control their feelings!
Sighing again, Vulturepaw closed his amber pools, forcefully pushing away his worrisome thoughts for the night. He blinked open his eyes several times before finally drifting off to sleep...
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[/center]Vulturepaw snapped open his eyes to see that he was in a grassy clearing, semi-brightly lit by the pale blue light of a full moon that sang up in the night sky, the shining stars as its harmony. He had no idea where he was, but then he saw the four huge oak trees in the middle of the hollow, a big rock jutting out from between them all. I'm at Fourtrees! he realized in amazement, recognizing the Gathering place from the old forest as it had been described to him by the elders when he had still been a kit. But if I'm at Fourtrees...then I must be in StarClan! Vulturepaw whipped his head from side to side, fear beginning to tingle deep inside of him - something that didn't usually happen with the tough young tom - but it seemed that he was alone.
For awhile, everything was silent; only the gentle newleaf breeze that rustled the lush green leaves on the oaks stirred the quiet. Vulturepaw began to get tired of just sitting there, and longed to just wake up and go back to sleep all over again. But things were soon to take a twist...
Suddenly, a huge, loud yowl echoed around the clearing, wavering with fear. The reek of freshly-shed blood fell thick in the air, and the scent of feline as well. Vulturepaw nearly jumped out of his pelt in fright at the sudden sound, his heart beating wildly like a trapped crow flapping and thrashing its wings desperately. Then came the sinister, hissing voice, so evil that it even sent a chill down Vulturepaw's spine, the cat that everyone expected to turn out just like the murderous tabby, Tigerstar, who once roamed the old forest as a horrible tyrant.
"Eight apprentices, divided, must join together to defeat the rising rouge...Or watch the destruction of the forest..."
Suddenly, the sound of battling cats rose into the hollow. Screeches, hisses, and furious snarls came from every direction. The sound of slashing claws and the shudders of death were distinct. But after a moment, everything fell silent, and the moonlit clearing was enveloped in a wave of huge, gaping darkness. Vulturepaw yowled in fear as he lost sight, scent, and hearing of everything that had been there just a heartbeat ago. What was going on?!
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[/center]Vulturepaw's eyes shot open, and he awoke with a sweat-soaked pelt, his sides heaving. He was only an apprentice who wasn't anywhere near becoming a warrior, and he had just received a prophecy - one that he didn't understand a mousetail!
"No..." he breathed aloud. "Not a prophecy. A premonition..."