Author's note: My first real fanfic! ^^ Mind, there's a lot of made-up characters to fill the gaps, but since not enough info has been released about Mortspear I haveta create some. Please review, if you will!
Lord TealFur!
The name struck fear into the hearts of the Southern lands. For two seasons and a moon the cat had wandered hill and dale, slaying, stealing, recruiting; until all of the lands south of Mossflower where under his sway. None dared challenge the power of the cunning Warlord, so as his lands grew so did his horde. They where the Searchers, murderers, savages, plunderers all. None could resist their power! And at their head, like some ancient demon, was TealFur, son of Dest and Virell, lord of the Southlands!
The Seer dodged 'round tents, hordebeasts, and campfires. The ragged cloak swished in the spring breeze as she avoided the touch of the Searchers and their possessions. They, in turn, touched their ragged left ears in a respectful greeting as the mysticbeast passed. None of the many weasels, stoats, ferrets, foxes, and rats that formed the Searchers could see the Seer's face, since she wore a hood. When the groups dwindled to a select few the hooded Seer halted, staring at a blue tent that was clearly occupied with one of high ranking.
Blotchfur the stoat, one of the guards positioned at the sides of the tent entrance tugged his ear, nodded, and pulled back the flap of the tent for the mysterious beast to inter. Within the tent a small fire burned. A few feet from the fire, seated on the simple wooden chair, sat a fierce-looking Wildcat. His paws, tail, and ears were stained with teal. A stripe of the same color ran from betwixt his ears to the tip of his nose. Wearing a simple leather vest and a bracelet of bones sat the Lord of the Southlands, TealFur. A faint grin appeared on his face as the cat watched the hooded figure.
"Morgra, come sit. Have you any news?"
The Seer removed her hood. She was a wildcat like the lord, ears, tail, and paws painted teal, only she did not have his stripe. A line of teal dots from her forehead to her nose replaced the stripe, which was only for TealFur. A smile flashed across her face too.
"Yes, my lord. Great tidings that only the lord and his faithful Slayers to hear."
A ferret Slayer, or captain, brought Morgra a chair and set it next to TealFur. Then, with a tug of the ear, sat on the ground on the opposite side of the fire. Sitting next to TealFur Morgra placed a small paw on his.
"The fates have given more word on your heirs." She growled softly. Instantly the lord's steal-colored eyes brightened.
"Blotchfur, go and gather my Slayers! I want all of them here!" Flamepaw, the ferret Slayer, kept silent until the pawsteps could no longer be heard before speaking. The fear was plain in his voice.
"Sire, the heirs….what does Lady Morgra mean by them? What is coming?" The ferret shivered visibly as the cat rose to his paws. However, a fiendish smile played about his face as his paw lay on the decorative hilt of a rapier sheathed at his side.
"Soon, my Flamepaw. Soon." TealFur said silkily as he watched his Seer, who sat with her eyes closed as if in a trance.
The five loyal Slayers sat around the fire, each representing their species. TealFur's eyes swept over them. All five where paw-picked out of their kind, the most deadly and dangerous of the horde! His eyes fell on the fox, who was toying around with a coin on a chain. Flamepaw, the four other Slayers, and TealFur sat in an unsure silence. Claws drumming on the armrests of his chair the lord turned to the female anxiously.
"Well, what do you see, Morgra?"
The Seer opened her brown eyes, letting them sweep over the Slayers like her lord's did. Slowly her voice reached their ears, speaking in words what she had seen for the past two moons.
"Lord TealFur, for moons it has been the same. The fates always show me a wood of lush vegetation. A river runs through it. There is a small waterfall and a deep pool in the wood. Always I see it at the sunset. Then the scene changes, two cubs lay on the grass near the pool. The spirits of the past stand over them while our Searchers bow their heads to the cubs. Then it becomes stormy. I see a young cub, female, sit alone next to a swelling river. This female looks nothing like the two and does not bear the markings. Who it is I know not. Afterward everything fades into a black mist…." Morgra re-closes her eyes. "I see nothing more."
TealFur strokes his whiskers in thought. "Always the black mist….Bloodnoose, Chaimp," He pointed to the rat and fox Slayers. "Take your swiftest Searchers and scour the land for the wood and pond that your Lady described. Return in two days to report what or what not you saw."
The two in question stood and bowed to TealFur.
"Yes, m'lord, we will not fail you."
"Aye, w'll find the place, Sire!"
Quickly they exited. Afterward the lord turned to the ferret. "Flamepaw, post sentries to lookout for Bloodnoose and Chaimp's scouts. I want to be informed when they approach, not a second later."
"Yes Sire." With a bow her, too, left the tent. With a wave of a paw the Wildcat dismissed the weasel and stoat Slayers.
"Go. I have a job for you in the morn."
When the last of the Slayers had left, TealFur stood and walked around Morgra's chair, his keen eyes watching her.
"So, the fates say my heirs will number two." Standing behind her he placed both paws on the back of the Seer's seat. "And they will arrive within a wood."
"So it seems, Sire." Whispered Morgra. She sat very still, slightly fearing the male. She shivered when his tail wrapped lightly around her throat like a furry ornament.
"Do you not wonder? For the heirs of my throne are yours as well…" He whispered silkily. The tail shifted a little on her neck.
"I question and the fates answer. Only time will tell the answer to your thoughts, lord."
TealFur chuckled softly. He was lord of all the Southernlands, and nothing could stop him. Not even his kin who remain unborn….
Lord TealFur!
The name struck fear into the hearts of the Southern lands. For two seasons and a moon the cat had wandered hill and dale, slaying, stealing, recruiting; until all of the lands south of Mossflower where under his sway. None dared challenge the power of the cunning Warlord, so as his lands grew so did his horde. They where the Searchers, murderers, savages, plunderers all. None could resist their power! And at their head, like some ancient demon, was TealFur, son of Dest and Virell, lord of the Southlands!
The Seer dodged 'round tents, hordebeasts, and campfires. The ragged cloak swished in the spring breeze as she avoided the touch of the Searchers and their possessions. They, in turn, touched their ragged left ears in a respectful greeting as the mysticbeast passed. None of the many weasels, stoats, ferrets, foxes, and rats that formed the Searchers could see the Seer's face, since she wore a hood. When the groups dwindled to a select few the hooded Seer halted, staring at a blue tent that was clearly occupied with one of high ranking.
Blotchfur the stoat, one of the guards positioned at the sides of the tent entrance tugged his ear, nodded, and pulled back the flap of the tent for the mysterious beast to inter. Within the tent a small fire burned. A few feet from the fire, seated on the simple wooden chair, sat a fierce-looking Wildcat. His paws, tail, and ears were stained with teal. A stripe of the same color ran from betwixt his ears to the tip of his nose. Wearing a simple leather vest and a bracelet of bones sat the Lord of the Southlands, TealFur. A faint grin appeared on his face as the cat watched the hooded figure.
"Morgra, come sit. Have you any news?"
The Seer removed her hood. She was a wildcat like the lord, ears, tail, and paws painted teal, only she did not have his stripe. A line of teal dots from her forehead to her nose replaced the stripe, which was only for TealFur. A smile flashed across her face too.
"Yes, my lord. Great tidings that only the lord and his faithful Slayers to hear."
A ferret Slayer, or captain, brought Morgra a chair and set it next to TealFur. Then, with a tug of the ear, sat on the ground on the opposite side of the fire. Sitting next to TealFur Morgra placed a small paw on his.
"The fates have given more word on your heirs." She growled softly. Instantly the lord's steal-colored eyes brightened.
"Blotchfur, go and gather my Slayers! I want all of them here!" Flamepaw, the ferret Slayer, kept silent until the pawsteps could no longer be heard before speaking. The fear was plain in his voice.
"Sire, the heirs….what does Lady Morgra mean by them? What is coming?" The ferret shivered visibly as the cat rose to his paws. However, a fiendish smile played about his face as his paw lay on the decorative hilt of a rapier sheathed at his side.
"Soon, my Flamepaw. Soon." TealFur said silkily as he watched his Seer, who sat with her eyes closed as if in a trance.
The five loyal Slayers sat around the fire, each representing their species. TealFur's eyes swept over them. All five where paw-picked out of their kind, the most deadly and dangerous of the horde! His eyes fell on the fox, who was toying around with a coin on a chain. Flamepaw, the four other Slayers, and TealFur sat in an unsure silence. Claws drumming on the armrests of his chair the lord turned to the female anxiously.
"Well, what do you see, Morgra?"
The Seer opened her brown eyes, letting them sweep over the Slayers like her lord's did. Slowly her voice reached their ears, speaking in words what she had seen for the past two moons.
"Lord TealFur, for moons it has been the same. The fates always show me a wood of lush vegetation. A river runs through it. There is a small waterfall and a deep pool in the wood. Always I see it at the sunset. Then the scene changes, two cubs lay on the grass near the pool. The spirits of the past stand over them while our Searchers bow their heads to the cubs. Then it becomes stormy. I see a young cub, female, sit alone next to a swelling river. This female looks nothing like the two and does not bear the markings. Who it is I know not. Afterward everything fades into a black mist…." Morgra re-closes her eyes. "I see nothing more."
TealFur strokes his whiskers in thought. "Always the black mist….Bloodnoose, Chaimp," He pointed to the rat and fox Slayers. "Take your swiftest Searchers and scour the land for the wood and pond that your Lady described. Return in two days to report what or what not you saw."
The two in question stood and bowed to TealFur.
"Yes, m'lord, we will not fail you."
"Aye, w'll find the place, Sire!"
Quickly they exited. Afterward the lord turned to the ferret. "Flamepaw, post sentries to lookout for Bloodnoose and Chaimp's scouts. I want to be informed when they approach, not a second later."
"Yes Sire." With a bow her, too, left the tent. With a wave of a paw the Wildcat dismissed the weasel and stoat Slayers.
"Go. I have a job for you in the morn."
When the last of the Slayers had left, TealFur stood and walked around Morgra's chair, his keen eyes watching her.
"So, the fates say my heirs will number two." Standing behind her he placed both paws on the back of the Seer's seat. "And they will arrive within a wood."
"So it seems, Sire." Whispered Morgra. She sat very still, slightly fearing the male. She shivered when his tail wrapped lightly around her throat like a furry ornament.
"Do you not wonder? For the heirs of my throne are yours as well…" He whispered silkily. The tail shifted a little on her neck.
"I question and the fates answer. Only time will tell the answer to your thoughts, lord."
TealFur chuckled softly. He was lord of all the Southernlands, and nothing could stop him. Not even his kin who remain unborn….
