Hi guys, I know I've been gone for a very long while, but I've been very busy. Plus, Helper sort of left me saying she's outgrown the warrior series, so...yeah...I think I'm going to continue The Forgotten Legends, but Helper was the one who really knew what she was doing with The End and Reasons, and she's not helping me out, so, yeah, I hope that you all don't mind; and thank you so much for cheering me along with those. But I'm going to be starting again with my own style.
The story title is from a song by Thousand Foot Krutch called Scream. I know it's long but, eh, I don't mind and I hope that you all don't either!
Marked by time, and stained by blood, no one can continue when they are chained by unbreakable bonds. Bonds created by themselves through pain, fear, agony, and revenge. Unable to move forward, one is forced to look back, to dwell in their wrong and grow cold in their defeat. There is no peace in that, and, by natural, we are all driven to find peace, even if blood and murder comes before.
The rain falls heavily upon the already soaked land, it floods, and lightning flashes across the black sky. The flashes eluminate the hills and the forest, show the skeleton trees shaking and quivering in wind, their long fingers scraping against the boulders that surrond them.
During this night, when the thounder shook the ground, waking all sleeping from their light daze, only to doze off again, then awoken by another deathening roar and shaking ground. During this night, a cat was in his den, his green eyes flashed in the night, yet his eyes were dull, never again to be full of the life that they onced possessed. He was alone, most would be afraid of that, alone in a storm, but this cat didn't mind, he enjoyed being alone, that is how he had grown.
Alone and afraid, in the dark.
Birchwound was his name, at one point he had been a great warrior, second son to the leader and the deputy, second kit meant second in command, the one who would take over his brother were to die. He wished his brother would die, he prayed to StarClan that he would. But, of course, he had never been in good ammends with luck.
Instead, he had been caught making an attempt to end his brother-the leaders-life, and he was banished from the clan, but only after a sevre beating, he lost his right front leg in a battle against him, his missing leg still itched and burned, but it was no longer there.
That had been moons ago, soon he would be able to take over BrandClan, soon, the time would come where he will no longer be alone.