Hey guys! this isn't my first real fic, but It's my first I thought I'd post on here!(on this account anyways) Say a big thanks to Warrior4evah for inspiring me to write this and post it on here! And go and check out his workin' progress, if you love Warriors! Enjoy!
Lilystar looked out over her clan camp and sighed. It was still in ruins from the dog attack. The once-strong dens were now in shambles, forcing her warriors, her elders and apprentices to sleep out in the open. Even she slept on the cold ground, giving her cave to the only kits and their mother. The only den that had escaped destruction, besides her own, was the medicine den. Though she couldn't say the same for her senior medicine-cat.
She sat up and stretched, it wasn't even time for Shadowclan's dawn patrol yet. She silently stalked through the camp and wiggled her way through the remains of the camp entrance, out into the pine forest toward her favorite basking spot by the lake's side.
Her white coat glimmered in the moon and lit up her emerald eyes as she padded from under the tree cover to approach the cool water. The smell of all three clans rushed to greet her like an old friend, but there was something odd in the scent. She could smell the fish of Riverclan, The Rabbit of Windclan, The squirrel of Thunderclan, and even the various swamp prey of her home clan: Shadowclan. But another scent mingled with them, not the scent of a rogue:too familiar, not the scent of a dog or badger: it was almost homily.
She closed her eyes and breathed in the sweet scent. It smelt of...of...Starclan! She gasped and widened her eyes at the realization.
It smelled of the place her ancestors were, the place where she had visited right before the dog attack; where they had warned her that her time as deputy was about to end. At first, she believed they spoke of her death, but after the attack she realized they spoke of Blackstar's death. They spoke of how he would die, defending his clan.
Her eyes teared up at the thought of her father's pride kept them from spilling over. She had promised her father she would be strong, and she intended of keeping that promise.
She brought herself back to the present with a jerk. Why was the scent of Starclan here? What did they want with her?
The water lapped at her paws and she took a step backwards, glancing down and then up at the nearly full moon. There was a gathering tomorrow, she would tell them then of the strange scent.
She stepped forward at began to wade into the water. Oh! how she loved the feel of it as she swam! She went up to her chest,right past her belly, and there she stayed. She couldn't get too wet, in case she had to hurry back to camp for some reason or another. Sometimes she wished she was a Riverclan warrior, so she could enjoy getting wet without being ridiculed by her fellow clanmates. But, then again, she couldn't stand the smell or thought of eating those scaly things they ate regularly, she wrinkled her nose. YUCK! I'd rather roll in dead skunk!
What was she to do? She felt she must tell the clan's, but would it be selfish of her to worry them over something to trivial as a strange smell? For all she knew she could be imagining it! but... but, she knew she wasn't.
Darn, maybe it was time to take a trip, secretly of course, to the moonpool. Just in case. She glanced toward the direction of the pool where she would normally visit and consult with her ancestors during the half-moon.
Just then, a particularly strong scent of Starclan seemed to engulf her. She gagged at the sweet smell and hopped up. I can decide in the morning, during hunting patrol. I'll be able to think then!
sighing she bound back to camp, still slightly damp from her swim, and snuck back in unnoticed. Or, so she thought.
Like it? Sorry it's so short! It's not my first, but I wanted to give it a try out on you guys. Please REMEMBER: leave a review! Tell me if there's anything I need to work on, or give me ideas! Thanks! 3