I got bored, and typed this up because i had nothing better to do. Just a little StormTawny oneshot. Tawnypelts struggling with depression, and is searching for her light


I don't know when it first started. Maybe when I was an apprentice in ThunderClan, and others hated me because of my father. I felt anger inside of me, swamped with a lust for power, but at the same time, I didn't want it. I wanted to be accepted for whom I was, and not for whom my father was.

So I left ThunderClan, and that was probably the mistake. In ShadowClan I felt nothing but emptiness and alone when I was away from my brother. Often at night I would think to myself that I shouldn't have left, and that I should have stayed with Bramblepaw, so that I didn't have to be killing myself inwardly with the pain of abandoning him.

I might have gotten better around the time I received the prophecy. I felt a little more comfortable in my Clan, and I got to see Brambleclaw being more comfortable in his clan, and that he was being trusted.

But perhaps inside, I didn't trust myself, and I didn't trust my clan. Perhaps I was just fooling myself into thinking I was happy and fine, when really all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep in my nest, and never wake up.

My dreams were relaxing, all of them were swamped in darkness, pulling my deeper and deeper inside of my anger and sadness, where I let my raw feelings fester. As the journey went on, I found I couldn't sleep easily at night. I was scared of my dreams, what pulled me deeper and deeper under.

When we reached the new territory, my heart was imprisoned in my terrible thoughts of myself. I became a void of empty darkness, which bled out painfully, like a wound that refused to close, and would slowly kill a cat that suffered.

I was hardly myself anymore. I spent more and more time out of camp, alone in solitude, feeding my injured side. Maybe I was depressed, I don't know anymore. I became a shell of my formal self, and began sleeping outside of the camp, eating little, talking to no one.

I wanted to fight back, to pull myself from that hate-laden world of sadness and emptiness. I cried and thrashed in my dreams, trying to climb back up to the light. My light, the light to keep me from my sadness forever. But I couldn't. the darkness was to strong, its grip, though loose, was strangely relaxing, and my body already wanted to give in before the dream even started, and left myself float down in deeper.

Finally I fell asleep and fought with everything I had in my dream. I felt my strength, in my heart and body, failing, and I slipped deeper and deeper into the darkness. I cried out with the last of my power, and suddenly felt a warm light over me.

He was there, shining down on me like a star. The darkness withdrew like it had been bitten, and he looked down on it with cruel eyes.

"I've come to take her back," he murmured. Reaching down, he grabbed my scruff and pulled me to my feet, "come," he murmured, "follow me." And suddenly we were playing in a field of white daisies, flower petals dancing through the air on warm breezes. And we were laying down next to each other, sharing tongues by a silver river.

And suddenly I realized. This was my light. This was him, my light, my beautiful light. I wanted to play with him even more, to bask in his warm rays, but in my dream I fell asleep next to him, and I woke up in the real world with a daisy in my paws.

I smiled, and felt cured. I could smell him. Maybe it wasn't a dream. I rubbed my face gently against the flower, and whispered a gentle message to him.

"Thank you, Stormfur."


I like this pairing better then StormfurBrook, because I like Brook with Crag. I don't know why though...