New story about my favorite Oc charrie, starting from hr brith. I hope you will enjoy her story as much as I. (hehe...lines.) R&R!!
The air was cold with fear and hatred. Cold snow covered the earth like a giant sheet of white, glistening in the pale star-light. The moon was missing from the sky, sending whimpers and pleas into the hearts of the creatures down below. All was silent, the whispering wind stealing breath from every thing coming its way. A single leaf clung to its icy ranch, crying out in pain as the wind ramming into his fail brown coating. He began to cry, flickering in the cold wind, not waning to let go of life. Not wanting to fall to the bottomless pit f snow and ice near the tree's trunk. It was scared, cold and hungry, starved of sunlight and warmth for so long. All f his fiends, family had fallen, cut down in their prime. None survived except for him. A huge gale of wind whistled past the trees, attacking him full-force. With a final scream of dismay, the copper leaf lost it's grip. It fell, slowly dieing as if reached the nonliving snow below.
All was silent, watching the small leaf's defeat. Everything else had died now. Winter had finally arrived. The forest set up a silent wail of panic. For moons they would be starved of the sun, forced to forever find the company of ice and snow. No life would follow them on their journey.
Suddenly, the eerie silence broke as the perfect snow was pushed around. A large tabby queen charged from out of the snow, wailing with worry and heartache. Blood streamed from her tail and her belly bulged with panic and pain. Snow flew up into the air, catching the gales of wind in their icy claws. Tears from the queen's eyes dripped from her cheeks freezing on the cold ground under her paws "StarClan!" She wailed, her voice lost in her heartache. "Help me! Please! Save me!" With an ear-shattering wail she fell the ground, the snow over coming her diminutive body. Chills ran up her body and she felt lie he was going to die. Her frozen tears would stop falling. Why did it hurt? Why was it so painful?
"Riverleaf!" As loud yowl spilt he air, making the tabby she-cat shivered. "Riverleaf!" It yowled again. A flash of fire-colored fur blazed past the snow, throwing it into color. Branches crackled and shifted as he ran by, snow falling off of them and onto the ginger tom. The tom shook off the snow, only running faster. "Riverleaf! Please answer me!"
"S-Sunstripe.. ." the tabby she-cat muttered, her muzzle half-buried in snow. The ginger tom pounced through the dead underbrush, is golden eyes meting her pain-filled stare. He called her name once more in panic before bounding over to her side.
"What in Starclan's name were you thinking, Riverleaf?! You know better to wonder out into the forest when you could deliver any day! Especially after Rainfeather's sign about the ice storm on its way!" He yowled, worry filling his green eyes.
Riverleaf reached out her bloody tail, placing it on the ginger tom's shoulder. "Sunstripe..." She whispered again, her words bumping and choking on ever icy breath. "I..." She groaned, curling her stomach slightly in pain. "Take care of our kit..." Slowly she unfolded her paws, revealing a tiny ginger kit, mewling as snow covered its scrawny body.
Sunstripe's eyes grew wide with horror. "W-what? Don't say things like that! We're both going to raise this kit together! We're going to watch him grow old and become a great warrior and...And we'll watch him have his own kits and we'll...enter the elder den together just like we always dreamed! Please don't give up on me! Not yet!" He pleaded with his mate, licking her face franticly.
"Shhh..." Riverleaf whispered, closing her blue eyes slowly. "StarClan wants me Sunstripe" She muttered, letting her muzzle rest on the cold snow "I know where my path is ending now...Good bye Sunstripe."
"No!" Sunstripe yowled, pressing his muzzle into her cheek. "Stop it! Stop lying, Riverleaf! You're going to get through this! Snakefire and Moonsky are close by, Riverleaf! We'll help you get back to camp! Please! Don't give up! Not yet! Please!" He felt tears climb up the insides of his lids, threatening to spill over.
"Don't cry over me, Sunstripe. The ice storm is coming. Beware the ice." She muttered as her breath began to slow. Riverleaf let the icy mush soak into her pelt and blood, chilling her spine to the core. With a final gasp for breath...she was gone.
Sunstripe stare at her motionless body in shock. His eyes quivered as his mind tried to believe that they were lying. Riverleaf couldn't be dead! Suddenly, it all crushed down n him like a wave of sorrow. He puling back his head, he yowled into the night sky, his body trebling with sadness. He gritted his teeth, trying to force back his mourning. His body finally gave in, trying its best to keep him calm. His eyes did not give in. Tears welded over the edge, landing on his dead mate's pelt. With a sigh of regret and dread he picked up the pale ginger kit that was his son. He knew he'd have to get it back to camp as soon as possible and come back with a patrol to collect Riverleaf's body.
The thought of leaving his mate's body to decay was like raking claws across his crumbling mind. He shook his head. It was for the best. Riverleaf might be dead but her kit didn't have to die because of Sunstripe's unhappiness. Finally he leaped up, kit dangling in his jaws. He dashed trough the snow, wanting to get to camp and come back as soon as possible.
Suddenly, something caught his paws and he tripped. The tiny ball of fur flew from his mouth, letting out a pathetic mew for help. He lay in the snow, motionless in shock. "Sunstripe?" He heard a cat call from out of no where. He lifted his head, suddenly realizing that Snakefire and Moonsky had been searching the forest with him. He could use their help. He quickly got to his paws and looked around for the cats. No where. He sniffed the air calculating their distance. They were many, many fox-lengths away and moving at a slow pace. He quickly picked up the small ginger kit, warming it with his fur until the rest of the patrol arrived. He sent up a yowl again, letting his Clan-mates know where he was.
As he sat waiting for them, he saw something squirm near Riverleaf's tail. Without thinking, he dashed for it, kit still thrashing in his long fangs. He pushed aside Riverleaf's tail in panic, ready to pounce on whatever it was. Suddenly as he moved her tail, a loud eat-breaking screech filled the stiff air. Sunstripe stared wide-eyes at the small bundle of snow-white fur wet and bloody in the icy earth.
A second kit? By the looks of it, it was born before he arrived. Why didn't Riverleaf tell him about her? Quickly he scooted the small kit close to him, staring at its snow covered face. Suddenly, it flashed opened its eyes, revealing icy blue discs that stabbed into Sunstripe's soul like a thousand sharp fangs. He gulped hard, the stinging eyes clawing his mind apart slowly. Quickly, he grabbed the kit and cuddled it close to the pale ginger kit, he himself embracing both to keep them warm.
As Snakefire's dark gray pelt parted the dead gray ferns, he began to realize Riverleaf's warning. The ice storm was coming. Faster then he thought…