Hello guys, Mars the first cookie here again! Im gonna post the first chapter for 'The rise' tonight. It's actually 2:55 am right now, but since I'm watching anime and since my muse is like, exploding during the night, I'm going to write it here and now! And also, I'm going to jump forward bit by bit, this first complete chapter will be about Bloodeyes childhood, a brief and short version of it really. Oh and also, dont be confused if I write about 'Bluepaw' now, it will all be explained later~
Review please! (And since this is my first story, don't be too harsh ok?)
Note:I forgot the copyright last time, Im updating that soon... Anyway, Warrior Cats(c) Erin Hunter
Three moons have passed since her mother gave birth to her, Bluekit had opened her eyes about a moon ago. She was a black she-kit how she found out and her brother Riverkit, a light grey tom, also told her she would have really light blue eyes. Bluekit couldn't care less about her appearance. She was playing, eating and sleeping. Those were the only things she was doing at the moment, playing with her brothers Riverkit and Lightkit, a darkgrey tabby. Her father was the leader of Blossomclan, Nightstar. She looked up to him, wanted to be just like him one day. Her mother was a clan cat, she joined the clan after their birth, though she kept her loner's name, which was Nira, a really uncommon name she thought after being sick of the one her mother gave to her. Bluekit was also playing with the other kits in the nursery. There was Treekit, a brown tabby tom, and Flowerkit, a really nice,white she-kit, and her sister Brookkit, she was a silver tabby. Bluekit was thinking about how it would be to have a sister instead of a brother, but she of course loved her brothers! No, it was definitely not the fact that she didn't like Lightkit or Riverkit, but perhaps she could need a sister once she grew up. But for this, she would probably have friends or?
"Bluekit!" the kit heard her mother's voice call her. She padded over with a grin, joy was still filling her from the playing. "Yes mother?"
"There is someone you need to meet. He will show you something you will maybe enjoy, too." her mother purred as she licked the forehead of her small kit. Bluekit protested against her mother cleaning her and struggled away. "Well, who is it?" Bluekit asked impatiently, wanting to meet this cat. Her mother made a gesture with her tail and a brown tabby entered the nursery. Bluekit recognized him as the medicine cat, but she didn't know his name yet. The tabby nodded friendly to her. "Hello Bluekit, I'm Feverfur, the medicine cat. From today on forward, I will prepare you for your training. You're a special kit, do you know that?" Feverfur looked down at Bluekit with mossy green eyes. Bluekit couldn't help it but to look confused. "I'm special?" She asked confused, as an reply, she got a short nod.
The days passed, Bluekit was now not only playing around with the other kits, she was proud to help the medicine cat and his current apprentice with their work. Six moons passed until Bluekit was announced as the new medicine cat apprentice. She was now Bluepaw, proud of her name and rank. On her first day as medicine cat apprentice, Feverfur introduced her to the second medicine cat. She was called Cleansoul and had a close connection to starclan, he had explained to her while introducing the two. Bluepaw had nodded back then. Cleansoul was a nice cat. During the lessons, she recognized alot of herbs from the time she went here as a kit.
About a moon after her training started, Feverfur told her he would pass away soon and that she shouldn't worry about him, he would arrive in Starclan safely. She should also not grieve his death, but always think about the circle of life they all believed in too. One life left this world, another one joined it. I knew he would tell me that. Bluepaw thought before she fell asleep that night. Sometimes she was receiving dreams she didn't know what they were about. For example the night after Feverfur told her he would pass away soon, she had a dream of a coughing and ill version of him. And days past, Feverfur got greencough and died from it. Now Cleansoul was her mentor. They got along very well, she needed to admit that.
Now, Bluepaw was 13 Moons old, almost old enough to become a full medicine cat, she would go to the silver river where medicine cats from every clan would gather and speak to Starclan, to share tongues. About two weeks before this would happen, Cleansoul asked her to come with her to Nightstar because she received a prophecy. Bluepaw remembered being really exited about it! She never received one before, but she knew they were important. At dawn, Bluepaw and Cleansoul went to Nightstar's den, which was crushed into the cliff of the camp, and also the current deputy Airheart, a reddish tom. "In the prophecy, I saw dogs, a big pack. Their mouths were covered in blood, and so was their muzzle and chest." Cleansoul described the prophecy. "It was a warning. I heard a voice,too." Cleansoul closed her eyes as if to remember the words and breathed in and out two times to calm down. She was shivering from the memories. "Blood will flow, destroy something old and create something new." Cleansoul quoted the words. Those words sent cold shivers down Bluepaw's spine and suddenly, she was happy that she wasn't the one receiving the prophecy. Bluepaw spent the night thinking about the words.
Blood will flow, destroy something old and create something new.
