Post by ☼Light of the Sea☼ on Jun 3, 2007 20:30:20 GMT -5
((From: Looking for Ivorypelt))
Brackenpaw stumbled into the apprentice's den, sleep almost claiming him. Yet, even as the apprentice closed his eyes, the subtle rest would not come. Tired though he was, Brackenpaw could not stop thinking about his mentor, Griefstar. Where was she now? Was she safe? Brackenpaw tossed and turned, taking up a time that seemed much longer than it actually was.
Eventually, Brackenpaw managed to slip into sleep, and also, by chance, into the hands of StarClan. Thinking he was still awake, and opening his eyes as if it were fruitless to try and fall into rest, the apprentice was startled to see himself on a different plain.
The land was not unlike WindClan's current territory, but it was different. Brackenpaw looked around, wondering where he was. "I must be dreaming," he said aloud.
"That you are, young apprentice," another voice purred. Brackenpaw whipped around to see two other cats standing side by side, not so far away. One of them he barely recognized, but knew by name. The other... was a tom that the young cat did not know.
"Spottedstar?" he asked the one who he recognized. She nodded assent. "Who's... this?" the apprentice continued, turning to the old tom.
"I am Tallstar," the cat introduced himself. "I was leader of WindClan many, many, many seasons ago. You might not have heard of me."
Brackenpaw looked at the two cats. He stared at them, wondering what they were hiding. Two leaders did not just visit any apprentice in their dreams to say hello. Unless there was a prophecy coming up...
"Where are we?" the young tom asked. "And what are we doing here?"
The two leaders glanced at each other. Tallstar answered Brackenpaw's innocent question.
"This was my home. It was WindClan territory, before the Twolegs destroyed everything." There was a sharp intake of breath from Brackenpaw, but the old WindClan leader continued. "You are here so we can warn you."
Just as Brackenpaw was about to question what they were warning him, the two cats spoke together. "Eight apprentices, divided, must join together to defeat the rising rogue. Or watch the destruction of the forest." Brackenpaw looked up at them in the utmost confusion. Tallstar and Spottedstar began to purr, then disappeared like dust on a gust of wind.
"Tallstar? Spottedstar?" the apprentice called out to them. "Where are you?"
-
The apprentice opened his eyes. He was thrashing about on a bed of moss in the apprentice's den. Brackenpaw stopped waving about, settling down more comfortably on his little bed. The tom was glad that no other apprentices, and especially no warriors, were around to see him squirming like a kit. He sighed and thought about the dream.
Should I go to Breezefall? he wondered. Then: Who are the other apprentices in the prophecy? Where are they? Why so many...
Brackenpaw stumbled into the apprentice's den, sleep almost claiming him. Yet, even as the apprentice closed his eyes, the subtle rest would not come. Tired though he was, Brackenpaw could not stop thinking about his mentor, Griefstar. Where was she now? Was she safe? Brackenpaw tossed and turned, taking up a time that seemed much longer than it actually was.
Eventually, Brackenpaw managed to slip into sleep, and also, by chance, into the hands of StarClan. Thinking he was still awake, and opening his eyes as if it were fruitless to try and fall into rest, the apprentice was startled to see himself on a different plain.
The land was not unlike WindClan's current territory, but it was different. Brackenpaw looked around, wondering where he was. "I must be dreaming," he said aloud.
"That you are, young apprentice," another voice purred. Brackenpaw whipped around to see two other cats standing side by side, not so far away. One of them he barely recognized, but knew by name. The other... was a tom that the young cat did not know.
"Spottedstar?" he asked the one who he recognized. She nodded assent. "Who's... this?" the apprentice continued, turning to the old tom.
"I am Tallstar," the cat introduced himself. "I was leader of WindClan many, many, many seasons ago. You might not have heard of me."
Brackenpaw looked at the two cats. He stared at them, wondering what they were hiding. Two leaders did not just visit any apprentice in their dreams to say hello. Unless there was a prophecy coming up...
"Where are we?" the young tom asked. "And what are we doing here?"
The two leaders glanced at each other. Tallstar answered Brackenpaw's innocent question.
"This was my home. It was WindClan territory, before the Twolegs destroyed everything." There was a sharp intake of breath from Brackenpaw, but the old WindClan leader continued. "You are here so we can warn you."
Just as Brackenpaw was about to question what they were warning him, the two cats spoke together. "Eight apprentices, divided, must join together to defeat the rising rogue. Or watch the destruction of the forest." Brackenpaw looked up at them in the utmost confusion. Tallstar and Spottedstar began to purr, then disappeared like dust on a gust of wind.
"Tallstar? Spottedstar?" the apprentice called out to them. "Where are you?"
-
The apprentice opened his eyes. He was thrashing about on a bed of moss in the apprentice's den. Brackenpaw stopped waving about, settling down more comfortably on his little bed. The tom was glad that no other apprentices, and especially no warriors, were around to see him squirming like a kit. He sighed and thought about the dream.
Should I go to Breezefall? he wondered. Then: Who are the other apprentices in the prophecy? Where are they? Why so many...
