Author's Note: -waves- Hello people! I'm back and badder than ever! Here with my new story, 'Dying Embers'! Yeah! Anyway, not sure how often/if ever I'll update this. My life is crazy busy, but I'll try.
Disclaimer: Me no own 'Warriors', happy?
Summary: All fires die eventually and after Firestar's death, ThunderClan is in disrepair. With Brambleclaw missing and Graystripe dead, the Clan falls into the paws of Ashfur. But, will the mysterious new kit, Emberkit be the answer to their troubles?
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Flames, bright orange and deadly, burning up everything in its path. Grass, once a stunning green, darkened and ashen; all hope seems to be lost. A lone yowl pierces the night, unheard.
"MOMMA!"
A kit, black with ash, is all that remains of the once great Tribe of Traveling Winds. She cries again, hoping beyond hope that someone is there to save her. There is no reply and the kit cries out again, in desperation. She's going to die, she knows it. The thick smoke will stop her breathing and she will die, alone.
"Help!"
She doesn't want to join the Tribe of Endless Hunting like this! She wanted to grow up, learn to hunt, and maybe have kits of her own one day.
A tree, alight with burning branches, is falling. The kit doesn't see it, she is too busy dreading her death to know its minutes away and the tree crushes her tiny frame. She lives only for a few seconds more and her final thought was, 'I want to live…'
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"Wake up, young Snow that Falls from Sky."
The kit slowly opened her powder blue eyes and blinked once. She was in a stone formation of some sort, with reddish rocks. Before her stood a slender, orange cat, looking kindly back at her. He had bright, focused green eyes and a kind of warmth residing off of him.
"Who are you?" squeaked Snow.
"My name is Firestar."
She giggled, "That's a funny name!"
Firestar shook his head, amused. "It's a perfectly normal name for a Clan leader."
Snow cocked her head to one side. Firestar had used a word she had never heard before, but it sounded so familiar to her tiny ears…
"Do you know where you are?" he asked her, gesturing to their surroundings.
"No," Snow said, shaking her head, "Where?"
Firestar placed the tip of his tail to her shoulder and mewed kindly, "This is ThunderClan camp, young one."
"Thunder…clan?"
He nodded and began to walk around the rock depression. Firestar appeared to be lost in memory and Snow didn't interrupt him.
"Why?" Snow mumbled looked at her paws, "Why am I not dead?"
Firestar stopped his wondering to stare at her, looking surprised to see the young she-kit standing there. He shook his head and answered, "StarClan and I have other plans for you."
Again, she had no idea what he was talking about, but there was something about this 'StarClan' that made her feel safe.
"I'm sorry, but you must bear the burden of my mistakes. Snow that Falls from Sky, I wish there was another way to do this, but there is not."
Snow felt her skin become hot, like she was in the fire again. Her fur felt heavy and dirty, like it was covered in soot. She looked down at her paws and gasped. The once pure white of her pelt was gone, replaced with a rich gray; Snow looked like she had been rolling in ashes.
"Firestar, wha—"
But Firestar was gone and the only thing with her in the stone camp was an echo on the wind.
'The fire has died, leaving embers to rekindle the flames.'
And everything went black.
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Yeah, the prologue is short. Hopefully the chapters are longer! I won't continue the story if I don't get positive reviews. So…review! And, if I do continue, I'm looking for a good beta.
Sumi out!