Title: The Legend of Pineflower
Summary: "After wind has died, the single flower shall live on"
Rating: T (blood/death scenes and grim content and ideas)
Language: English
Genre: Horror | Tragedy
Alliance:
Future WindClan
Leader:
Nettlestar: A golden coloured she-cat with light green eyes.
Deputy:
Hazelmoon: A mousy-brown she-cat with determined amber eyes.
Medicine Cat:
Rabbitfoot: White tom with one blue eye, one yellow eye.
Apprentice: Lakepaw: A light silver tabby tom with dark blue eyes.
Warriors:
Quailfeather: A dark brown tabby she-cat with leafy-green eyes
Apprentice: Coalpaw
Squirrelfang: A scruffy orange and white mottled tom with greenish-yellow eyes.
Apprentice: Fawnpaw
Apprentices:
Coalpaw: A midnight-black tom with sinister-looking amber eyes.
Fawnpaw: A brown and white mottled she-cat with cheerful orange eyes.
Queens:
Voletail: Brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes. (Mother to Silverkit, Amberkit and Pinekit)
Elders:
The Legend of Pineflower
"Silverkit! Amberkit!"Pinekit squealed excitedly to her sleeping siblings. The small bundles of fur nestled in beside their mother began to wake up, shuffling around lazily in the cramped nest. One, the little grey one, peeked a hazel eye out at his sister, groaning sleepily.
"Pinekit... What are you doing...?" He managed to say, after some effort. He opened both eyes, squinting in the morning light as he looked up at the dusty-colored kit bounding excitedly beside him.
"Hazelmoon said we could go outside today, remember?" the little kit was – apparently- very excited about their first journey from the nursery. Pinekit grabbed her brother by the ear and tugged gently.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" She mumbled through her mouthful of fuzzy ear.
After convincing her two litter-mates to get out of the nest, she bounded swiftly towards the entrance to the nursery. The three of then bounced anxiously just inside as they waited for their mother, Voletail to join them.
"Mother, hurry u-up!" Amberkit whined, excitement flowing through her, replacing the stiffness in her tired limbs.
"Be patient, you two, I'm coming." Their mother assured them, stretching in her nest. Then, getting up with the aid of the impatient kits, she padded out of the nest and sat down in the centre of the clearing, the kits following cautiously behind her.
"Last one out is a piece of crowfood!" Silverkit mewled as he raced outside. Amberkit followed him, catching up fast with her long legs as Pinekit trailed behind her.
"Pinekit's the crowfood!" Her two older siblings teased as they leaped and pranced around her.
"No! I don't want to be the crowfood!" She wailed, looking to Voletail dissapointedly.
Voletail merely gave the two a stern look as she basked in the warming morning sun. The queen closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep,expecting the kits to be safe, but alas, she was wrong.
As the kits watched their mother drift off, they talked about what they wanted to do when they were allowed to go into the forest. Unfortunately for Voletail, however, these weren't only dreams they were plans. After Voletail fell asleep, the kits sneaked off to the edge of camp, in order to avoid being caught and marched towards the entrance. Plodding cautiously outside, the kits stared in awe at the large expanse of forest in front of them. Of course, kits being kits, their attention span was limited and the trio had soon been drawn to the array of colourful leaves that scattered the ground.
Quite a bit of pouncing, chasing and tearing of the leaves later, the kits had become too involved in their game and had wandered very far from where they intended to stay: Right outside the entrance to camp. They wandered for a while, each sharing thoughts as to where they remember going and what they remembered passing until, each one, had admitted defeat.
"What's mother going to think?" Amberkit wailed, utterly depressed at the fact that they couldn't find their way home.
"What if we never get to-" Silverkit started but was soon cut off by Pinekit.
"We'll find her, I know we will," The confidence in her voice was contradicted by the doubtful look in her eyes.
"We'll keep looking, the forest is only so big," Silverkit told them, an adventurous gleam sparkled in his hazel eyes.
And with those words, the three determined kits plodded along through the leaves and debris of the forest in attempt to rediscover what they had lost.
A/N: That would make a good ending, huh? So determined. Unfortunately, I can't do that. The story must go on!
As the moon rose, and the sky darkened from a soft lavender to a navy blue, the kits were beginning to tire.
"Silverkit, I want to take a break," Pinekit mumbled, she had lost her confidence and determination hours ago.
"Alright, we should rest here," he motioned towards a slight divot in the ground where the three of them could rest comfortably and, as they hoped, safely.
Silverkit, Amberkit and Pinekit waddled over to the crevice and lay down, each wishing for a nest, but still happy that they have each other.
By the time morning came, a search party consisting of Squirrelfang, Quailfeather and their apprentices had found the three and carried them back home while they were sleeping. As they awoke, their mother by their side, they were all delighted to be back home again. As Pinekit attempted to get up, she whined, and fell back to the dusty ground, revealing the cracked paw pads.
"We'll all take a take a trip to go see Rabbitfoot, okay? He'll get you guys back in tip-top shape," Voletail said after witnessing Pinekit's struggle to walk.
After the four of them had reached the medicine cat's den, and were given ointment for their paws, Rabbitfoot had said something that worried them,
"After wind has died, the single flower shall live on" The elderly cat rasped, his eyes somewhat glazed.
"A-alright, Rabbitfoot. We'll be leaving now..." Voletail dismissed nervously, herding her kits out of the den with her tail.
A/N: Well, then... This first chapter was a little fail-ish... But the good stuff starts in the next chapter ;3 Read, review and enjoy!
Also, I'm writing a fanfic with "Inotia". Our account is "CurFangs". Right now we're writing a story called "New Age Marauders" So check it out, 'kay? 'Til next time!
Sincerely,
Cur