The Violet Hour Chapter 1 - Calling Me, a warriors fanfic

Chapter 1 - Calling Me into a Nostalgic Room

This would be the moment, the moment in time that usually occurred some point in life. This would be the moment that would change everything. Each situation differing, some drastically important while others simply fluctuate normalcy at its least.

For this she-cat, a very difficult thing was about to be done; at least, that's what it seemed when your whole Clan rested on your decision, watching every vital detail weaved. It made it even more impossible to accept that one of the only cats that knew her better - better than the river knew the fish that swam in it or the trees knew each of its own branches or even herself - was about to die, plain as day itself. There was no escaping death's grip, not in the least.

A scene was laid out – a beautiful birch woodland glimmering in green-leaf. The constant chirping of birds filled the air while in the restrictions of a safely enclosed camp two small creatures played.

"Why do we have to do the things we do?" squeaked a tiny she-kit, questioning another who was half-listening to the words she was speaking.

A tom of the same size channeled most of his energy on a dampened ball of moss, about the color of his eyes. "What do you mean?" Not once did the little brown tabby tear his gaze from the stringy piece of entertainment, it looked as if he had gone mad and was talking directly to it.

The she-kit was only a moon younger than her den-mate, who was dashingly swift, light brown with darker stripes of a chocolate color trailing from his paws to the tip of his ears.

Frozenkit, the she-kit, was, in fact, an ironic name for the companion of the little tom; something about his essence could warm the coldest hearts, melt them with his emerald eyes. But, no need, she was probably the most considerate cat in all of SilverClan. Frozenkit gave a cold appearance, but her personality was indeed able to make up for that, not that she was not considerably lovely. Her fuzzy chest, belly, paws, and muzzle were a glistening white, while both light and darker gray stripes decorated her coat.

The deep blueish tint in her fur sparkled under the rising sun which transformed her home to a silvery glow.

As the other kit was rocking his haunches side to side, prepared to pounce, Frozenkit sighed with impatience, "Why do we have to harm the other Clans. Shouldn't we all just live in peace?"

Immediately, the brown kit snapped his head in her direction, merging with her icy blue eyes, ones that were full of misunderstanding and hurt. Though, he only scowled, trying to grasp her question in confusion, "If we didn't fight back, StoneClan and EchoClan would surely have our tails!"

The she-kit tried to reason, head cocked to the side innocently, "I know. But what if we all called a truce?"

"Something like that," she added, eyes trailing to the ground in discouragement.

The brown tabby's attention gradually turned to such a conversation of a dream - a dream of a young kit hoping to find harmony with the world. Without notice, light paws quickly skidded over the ground, pinning Frozenkit.

Green careless eyes danced in front of curious ones, "You think too much!" A small smile curled across his muzzle as he playfully scolded her.

"And what is wrong with thinking?" Frozenkit asked, a little pink mouth opened in befuddlement.

She did not get an answer to that question; only a laugh twinkled the warm afternoon with a genuine happiness that the little she-kit would carry in her mind throughout her years, even if then she did not quite understand. In that moment, she had learned to smile.

Frozenkit still lay in that memory, after what seemed like many moons. Frosted eyes widened in honesty, she made a promise to her friend, to herself, "I will find a way. I promise I will find a way to find a change for all of the Clans."

A sudden memory must have been triggered then, for it came in a flashback, an echo ringing through her ears. Pain ached through her whole body, but the amusement of what a dream she wished for as a kit brought back an innocence she welcomed. It was comforting to think that at such an age, the world seemed so big, full of possibilities. Soon, that version of herself was to find that those possibilities were not always good.

The she-cat paused, letting all of this seep into her to prepare her for whatever she may face now.

Only when she saw his bright green eyes did she feel a comfort wrap itself around her, the same eyes that could cheer up any gloomy day were always sparkling with mischief or joy.

Frozenfeather, which was her title now, gingerly walked up to the one most like a litter-mate. She tried betraying all concerns and cuffed the frazzled cat playfully. His fur was spiked in all different directions and angles, giving him a crazed appearance as well as his name, Thistlestorm. "You lazy, old tom. What are you doing lying down?" the medicine cat chimed.

He gave a good-natured laugh, but it wasn't what it seemed to be; it was more calm than she had ever seen him... he was avoiding the truth as well; they both knew it.

The air was stiff. There was something choking them both, with something they didn't dare speak of. Frozenfeather now tried desperately to keep the beating of heart from speeding abnormally or her legs from causing her to collapse to the ground. All she wanted to do was tightly shut her eyes and never open them again, but she knew that they must be kept open and alert.

Thistlestorm heaved himself up as sturdily as he could, shifting into the most comfortable sitting position possible in a cold, dark den that reeked of sickness and death.

Frozenfeather didn't want to think about any of this.

He gave her a reassuring look, like he was accepting his time had come sooner than expected. She knew this was a lie, a cover-up. "We both know what's going to happen-" the tabby tom broke eye contact for awhile, trailing off.

She shook her head defiantly, "No." Again she told him in a wail, "No!" This was not happening. The tabby pulled herself into one piece, one that was slowly breaking.

This time she collected her composure, yet pleaded, "There has to be something I can do-" Words brought her heavier to the floor, flooded through eyes of one who just wanted to save who she cared for, save everyone that was catching this sickness. Who would it be next? Her father, her sister? Cats were mysteriously coming down with an illness with an origin that could not be detected. One by one her Clan was slowly dying. And she could do nothing but stand by and watch their breaths grow ragged, then shallower than they were before – until they were no more.

Frozenfeather winced. Not once yet did she have to see a life drift up into the faded beyond, leave their body still and cold – not until this dreaded disease hit them.

Thistlestorm only swung his head side to side in denial now.

He didn't realize what he meant to her. "What good of a medicine cat am I, if I can't save the life of a cat I care about?" she screeched.

"You can't win every fight, Frozenfeather," Thistlestorm soothed. When had he changed into this?

"I don't care," Frozenfeather replied, too exasperated now to do anything but let her emotions show. What was she to do? "I'll try my hardest, anything to save you and this Clan. Even if it destroys me."

There was that same confused look he often gave her as he replied, "What is there to do? Sometimes you don't have a choice to make. All you can do is accept it and move on."

"I can't just sit here and accept this. I can't just sit here and do nothing, Thistlestorm!"

Frozenfeather could make out the tiring movements and expression of this tom. She had to do something.

"And I know you can't either." With that, she left this room full of flitting thoughts and past accounts; she let them shake from her as the fur along her neck bristled in frustration. She left him, and she left only one memory for him to partake in – because that was the only thing she would hold within her tighter than anything else.

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That night, the young medicine cat lay under the milky collection of stars above, drinking in their beautiful glow. But when she did, she noticed that one seemed to outshine all of them – but no, this was neither a star, nor was it the moon. This was something seemingly familiar, but Frozenfeather could not recall what it was.

It was really an outline, connected by the bright specks that dotted that night sky – it was.. a flower?

In this scene that felt like something so sharp and vivid, something that kept her senses alive, Frozenfeather faded. But she did not fade thinly into air, into nothing – the she-cat's piercing gaze did not dull, only her senses. It was like she was drifting off into yet another memory. But this one she never did remember herself possessing. It was like living through herself, yet seeing through another, seeing something she never let her eyes open to before.

The constellation in the sky burned into a hot white light, brighter than ever – and then, all was still. All was peaceful. Suddenly, it rested with a softening brilliance that held more radiance than it had among the stars.

This was another scene. In the shadows that were so dominant, a spot of light presented the purple flower. There was something about it that broke up the black, that made it weaken in its presence.

"This is your destiny." A glitch of a sound informed, layered into a world beyond what Frozenfeather knew.

And that was when old wounds were broken open again, when this hidden light was shielded in the darkest of forests. It would be found again – but only during The Violet Hour.

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It was all a dream for Frozenfeather as in this dimension she really lay in a carefully woven nest – not one in the dirt under the wonders of Silverpelt.

At this, her paws and whiskers twitched in slumber, becoming more like a vigorous shaking. With a jolt, the tabby sprang up with both fear and wonder raging, swirling in her icy orbs.

The medicine cat spoke – not that filled with a tone of makeshift conversation, but in a gasp, "I must go in search for an hour, one that could have passed or may come too late."

A/N: Ahaha. Yes, the plot is already unraveling at my paws. What do you think is to happen? Please, feel free to tell me what you think. Stay, chat, conspire with me.

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