Viperslide
This chapter is written about Viperslide. The third chapter will be back to Ravenwing. Thanks.
Viperslide was running. Something was chasing him. If he looked behind him he would be killed. He could feel it's hot breath on the back of his hind paws as he tore through the forest. Sharp teeth grazed his tail but failed to sink in to it. A clump of thorns lay in front of him. He didn't hesitate. He took and huge leap and crashed in them. He continued running, but his limbs were heavy and slow. He could hear the animal thundering through the thorns behind him, and could tell his death was near. 'Starclan, no! There are so many things I want to do! I can't die!" With one final desperate push, he stumbled through the thorns and collapsed into a clearing. The creature was gone. Staggering to his feet, he looked around him. A blue/grey she cat stood in front of him looking at him with eyes as blue as chips of ice.
"Who are you?" he asked shakily
"An old Thunderclan leader," she said. Her voice, though soft, rang with an authority that made him sit down and listen. "Why do you fight your feelings, Viperslide?" Her voice shook him. How on earth could she know…
"I don't know what you mean," he mewed hesitantly.
"Oh, really. If that's really the case you are more mouse brained than a new born kit," her eyes sparkled with amusement, then grew far away and turned emotionless. "There is a prophecy," her once quiet voice now filled the whole clearing. " A great peril Thunderclan will face, and the viper and raven who fiercely fight, in the face of danger shall unite. Their souls shall be eternally bound together, and they shall be separated never. Raven takes her final flight, the viper makes his last strike, eternally remembered they will be, as they walk among the stars, together, free.," Do not be afraid of what has passed or what is to come," despite her words he felt his spine tingle in fear.
"What does it mean?" he asked. The she cat didn't answer, only turned around and left.
"Don't be afraid," echoed her words around his head in a whisper.
"Stop, please don't go!" he tried to follow her, but the ground fell away beneath his paws, and he was sent tumbling and yowling into a black nothingness.
Viperslide woke with a start. He was back in his nest and it was moonhigh. He got up and stretched. He walked around to the other side of the den and sat down in the entrance. Lying down right beside it was Ravenwing. She was curled tightly into a ball on her stomach, eyes shut tightly and tail lain across her nose. Her black pelt danced with streaks of silver in the moonlight. As he watched her, he felt an aching in his chest grow to a swelling that was almost unbearable. Shaking himself he trotted over to the thorn tunnel.
"Hi, Viperslide," yawned Spiderleg. "Off for a moonlight walk?"
"Yeah, I can't sleep. I can take over for you when I come back, if you like,"
"Thanks for the offer, but it's Berrynose's turn next. The annoying fur ball could do with making himself useful for once," nodding his head in goodbye, Viperslide turned and sprinted off into the forest. The running helped calmed him down, but everything reminded him of Ravenwing. The grass was the same emerald shade as her eyes, the sky was the colour of her pelt and as he neared the lake, it glittered and shone in the same way. He sat down near the roots of a tree on the pebble shore. Ever since he was an apprentice he had felt attracted to Ravenwing, and he didn't see how anyone couldn't be. He had already been an apprentice for 2 moons, and all he ever wanted to do was be the best warrior he could. That was what he still wanted. The problem was that ever since being an apprentice there was something he wanted even more; Ravenwing. That was the reason he fought with her and tried to keep her as far away from him as possible. If he was Ravenwing he would be devoted to her. If he was devoted to something than the clan, how could he possibly be the best warrior?
"It's hopeless," he mewed to himself. A couple of times he had thought of telling her everything, but then being a warrior and rationality had stopped him. She wouldn't love him back. She hated him. Sighing, he sat there and watched the first rays of light appear. As the lake turned pink with the dawn sky, he turned around and started walking back to camp.
