Okay, my fifth story is a little off the wall from my others, just a breather from the seriousness stories like 'A Different Prophecy'. In the story, the POT (including Hollyleaf) always seem to be obsessed with something that isn't a cat…strange…I just want to have a different approach to a story…here we go, don't forget to review.
Also don't forget to read my other stories! :)
From Leopardstorm
Love Doesn't Have To Be Restricted To A Cat
Jayfeather and his Stick
I walked along the bank of the lake, looking out to darkness as I tried to imagine what the lake would look like now. It must have been calm, because there was hardly any wind and I could feel the warm rays of sunshine on my back.
I wasn't on the lookout for herbs, just going out for a short walk to get away from the tense sensation gathering around me and Lionblaze after the Gathering where Hollyleaf had revealed the most shocking secret since the Clans moved to the lake. Since then, even though Leafpool had begged ThunderClan not to take it out on us, but even so, people where avoiding the medicine den whenever they could, rather letting their cuts get infected than come and let me sort it out. Only Cinderheart came to see me, now my only friend.
The day was getting warmer by the heartbeat, and I decided to take a break in a small bush which I had scented by the lake. But on the way, I tripped over something smooth. I tumbled down the hill, the smooth object landing on my paw. Have I come into contact with this thing before?
Suddenly, it registered in my brain. It was the stick! Rock's recording stick, where he recorded the amount of cats that had died in the tunnels. I drew my paw over the stick and felt the scratch marks. I tingled all over, I really didn't know why. I just felt that I had reached cloud nine. I felt that nothing could harm me now that the stick was here, with me. Life was good…
Hollyleaf and the Warrior Code
The tunnels were endless. I was stuck, no way out. Why did I have to even chase that squirrel in the first place? I was only doing what was right in the warrior code. The warrior code…that was what had got me into to this stupid mess! But yet I still felt drawn to it…like bees to honey. It was the way forward; it was like a necessity in a good life.
I knew that the warrior code will get me out of the mess, somehow, someone, or something will rescue me, and I will be able to breathe fresh air again.
It summed me up so well, it fit me like the trees fit ThunderClan. I needed it, but it also needed cats like me to carry the legend forward… Life will be good.
Lionblaze and the Tunnels
I stared back into the tunnels. It was such a mystical place, and my and Heathertail's hide out when we were apprentices. It was such a great place to explore, or be alone. But at the moment it was a death-trap, which had claimed Hollyleaf.
I felt attached to the tunnels, I needed it like RiverClan needed fish, but somehow I thought it had betrayed me. I had backstabbed me and I knew I could never forgive it. It had swallowed up my sister, and I knew she will never be digested out again.
I remembered when Heathertail and I were Heatherstar and Lionclaw, leader and deputy of DarkClan. But those memories were buried along with Hollyleaf's body.
Life used to be so good…
Just some drabbles…please review and I will write other drabbles if you want me to.
From Leopardstorm
