A Legacy of Fire
Hey guys, my very first chapter on my very first fanfiction! Glad y'all came to read. Btw just a heads up, I am way more active on DeviantArt and will likely answer any questions you have there. (My name on DA is Sparkpath)
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Erin hunter owns Half Moon
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Fox was hurtling towards the eagle, the bird was swooping towards him, talons out, screeching its cry. Fox ran. The eagle came closer. Now! Fox thought, as he heaved himself upwards. But as he leapt, Fox found his tail caught in a thicket of brambles.
Suddenly, there was a new scene in front of his eyes. Awake, Fox was aware that he felt a sharp pain in his tail. "Ouch," Fox hissed at the brown, orange, red, and white dappled tom. "Quit clawing my tail pebble-brain! You just interrupted my dream!"
"Oh come on," sounded a squeaky mew from behind him. "Your no fun," declared the pale patterned she-kit. Who so happened to be Fox's sister.
"Pebble-brain yourself!" Branch, the mottled tom spat back, jumping on Fox.
The two tussled in Fox's nest for a bit, when Spruce Dawn, Brach's Mother called, "Hey! If you two want to play, take it outside the nursery."
"That's right," Holly Feather, Fox and Ivy's mom stated, "you guys know the rules."
The trio departed the nursery to go out into the main part of the cave. To their delight, they found Sun Spot was talking about leaving the mountains again, his group of followers close by. This excited the three so much because they were going to join him. It was Fox's idea that the three would leave the mountains, and rise to become the best members in the group. Fox was going to lead that group one day as he had always dreamed. I'm glad my father is such a brave cat, Fox thought, admiring the big reliable russet tom.
"I can't wait to leave the mountains," Branch voiced.
"Yeah," Ivy agreed, "It'll be such a great adventure!"
Branch then added, "Do you want to leave the mountains Fox?"
This annoyed Fox for two reasons. One, he was the one who had came up with the whole idea, and two, Fox didn't really like his name. He didn't know why, but every time it was called Fox felt a slight prick of irritation. "Of course I want to leave Mousebrain!" Fox lashed at Branch, "I was the one with the idea to do that in the first place!"
"O.K. Then!" Branch replied, annoyed with Fox's sporadic behaviour, "who put ants in your nest this morning? He quipped.
For lack of anything better to say, Fox just huffed, "whatever." And the three then sat in silence, listening to Sun Spot.
The remainder of the day was spent playing, and soaking in whatever hunting moves the to-be's offered to show the young kits. After the sun had set, Fox, Ivy, and Branch went to sleep. As Fox slept, he found himself in a different cave then the nursery. There were sharp stones that jutted from the ceiling, water dripping from their pointy tips. Along the ground, more stones jutted up, clear pools of water filled the gaps in the floor wherever there wasn't rock. The clear pools perfectly mirroring the ceiling above, ripples distorting the surface when water moved from the roof above.
Then Fox realized, This is Stoneteller's cave! I've heard other cats talk about it before! Aware of a presence behind him, he shifted to see whatever it was he felt was there. He came face to face with another cat.
"Greetings," the cat mewed, her voice like soft and gentle, with a hint of formality behind the tone. Fox jumped back in surprise as he heard her call. The cat was pure white, with delicate green eyes, that seemed as deep as the pools in the cave. Her fur was smooth as the waterfall in the main cave, and looked groomed to perfection. She sat elegantly, in a regal upright position. Her tail tucked neatly over her paws. Fox realized she was very beautiful.
"Wh-what do you want?" Fox squeaked, "and who are you?" he added tentatively.
She giggled and the sound echoed throughout the cave."I will answer the last question first, and the first question last," the white she-cat spoke, dipping her head slightly. "I am the very first Teller of the Pointed Stones," she spoke, " However, that was no always what I was called," she broke off, her gaze clouded with longing and sadness. The ancient Stoneteller didn't seem to be one who liked to convey emotion. The moment of remembrance passed, and she continued, "but you may call me by my former name, Half Moon."
She went on, "as for what I want. You are a very special young cat Fox. I am here to mentor and guide you on the journey of your life. If you agree to listen to me and trust what I say, I will make you into a cat that is remembered for seasons to come. Generations will remember your name."
Fox was at a loss. Confused, although flattered, Fox replied solemnly, "I agree."
Half Moon smiled and responded, "good. Now because of what you have promised, something special must be done. Something that will always remind you of our agreement." She wasted no time knowing exactly what she was going to say next, "you have always disliked your name Fox. Now from this moment on, you will be known as Fox no longer. In honour of our commitment, I commemorate you with your new name. You will now be called Sparkpath."
Sparkpath, the former 'Fox' thought. I kind of like that.
"you must leave these mountains," Half Moon declared, fading, "your destiny lies intertwined with the cats that travel Sparkpath."
"Wait!" Sparkpath cried. I still need to know more! "Where are you going?" Spark called after the starry white cat.
"Do not worry," Half Moon reassured him, "We will meet again."
