And the Lionblaze plushie goes to……Onestar Rules ()!!!!!
Thanks for those who pointed out my stupidity. LOL Hollyleaf IS dead. In Hollyleaf's place put….Hazeltail. LOL Or Blossompaw even.
Should I do an Allegiances? Oh, and I do have the number of kits planned, but not all the names planned.
Vote on my profile for names, and review and add name suggestions!
Also another vote: Should one of the kits look like Lionblaze? Review and answer!
And another question. Should Icewing have Lionblaze's kits?
I had a bad week, so don't blame me if this story is dark and depressing until I cheer up. My 15 year old beagle died of brain cancer, my 12 week old border collie died of parvovirus (she was sold to us sick and dying! :( and my boyfriend (who was my best friend before he was my boyfriend) is going far far away all summer. Oh yea, and I'm grounded. Again. Ha. But I deserve it…. But anyway…here's the story: (its Heathertail for now. I like her POV better.) best reviewer gets a Breezepelt voodoo doll plushie. MUAHAHAHA!
To say I lost rack of time would be a lie. I forgot about time. No, I just didn't care. It didn't matter without Lionblaze. Days passed, and all I would do was walk around like a zombie, pretending to love Breezepelt, going on patrol with him and having him attack me for doing one little thing wrong. I did my best to protect my belly, and the unborn kits inside, but every other inch of my body was always in pain.
But it didn't amount to the pain I felt, wishing the Lionblaze was my mate, here, where it wasn't forbidden. One look at Breezepelt, and I knew I had my punishment.
About a half moon had passed since my final night with Lionblaze, when I realized how quickly time had passed without me even caring. I was noticeably plump now, and hidden bruises, scratches, and gashes covered my body. Gossip was going around, but according to Breezepelt I was just clumsy.
But some of my good friends doubted it, and my And my father. They know my long legs gave me unusual grace, and Onestar would just glare are Breezepelt, and try to find excuses for him to not take me on patrol. Thanks to him, I joined the nursery early for a queen, before I showed any symptoms hardly at all, and almost escaped Breezepelt completely. For a short while. He visited my sometimes, but then he was on his best behaviour. He just pretended to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
I vaguely recalled there was a Gathering tonight, as I woke up, on a hot, sunny, Greenleaf day. I knew I had to attend it. Gatherings were my only chance to see him. Slowly, careful not to wake Gorsetail and her new litter of kits, Thornkit and Branchkit, I rose to my paws carefully, and padded out of the den slowly. Looking around, I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the bright sun, shining on the camp.
For a moment, I was breathless. The camp was so…peaceful. Cats were sharing tongues, eating prey…Dawn patrol was just leaving, and Sedgepaw was bouncing eagerly, while her brother, Thistlepaw, was practically asleep on his paws. Onestar was sitting on the Rockpile, looking over the Clan, a gentle smile on his face. He looked so…happy. Peaceful.
Sighing, I padded towards hum, easily climbing the huge stones of the Rockpile. "Father?" I asked, and Onestar's ears pricked.
"Yes, Heathertail?" His gaze was full of worry, and the peaceful look gone from his face.
"I would like to go to the Gathering tonight, if that's okay." I answered, smiling slightly. Smiles still felt out of place, considering the pain I felt. But I was getting pretty good at faking.
"Oh. Yes. Of course. If you think you can manage…" He trailed off, looking at my slightly swollen belly, his gaze concerned.
"I'll be fine. I'm not due for another half moon, and its not that far." I smiled at him, doing my best to look strong, so he'd believe me. My coat still shined, for I didn't want to look as bad as I felt, and my body was still muscular, long, and lithe. The only thing on me out of place was the bump that was my stomach. I saw him smile, and immediately sighed in relief. I would see Lionblaze tonight.
"Sure...but only if you get Barkface's okay." Onestar replied, and I rolled my eyes. He showed his fatherly instinct when it was worst, and I hated it. Sighing, I padded away, and down to the medicine cat den, and looked around for the old tom. Barkface really was getting ready to retire, I knew. He was older than most elders, and I knew he was a medicine cat apprentice before the great Tallstar was even deputy. I also knew Kestrelwing was ready to take over, then thought to myself, What queen would name her sone Kestrelkit? I shook it off. I had no time for sarcasm. I usually saved that for Lionblaze.
"Barkface?" I called, and the old tom's head poked out from behind a stack of herbs. I smiled slightly. "Onestar says I need your okay to go to the Gathering...so...here I am." I smiled softly, and looked at the ground, afraid, slightly, of him saying I couldn't go.
"Eh. You look fine. You aren't due for a while now, anyway." I exhaled the breathe I didn't know I had been holding, as the tom continued. "But no running around, and try to just sit down and relax for the most part. You aren't a apprentice anymore so I don't expect you to be racing, or play fighting." He smiled, and walked over, sniffing my belly. "Oh, and start taking these herbs now, while I think about it. Your first litter, so it will be a little more difficult than a older queen." He nudged a few leaves and a couple berries, and I sighed. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I chewed down the herbs, and almost gagged at the revolting taste.
"Well...I'll uhh...best be going..." I turned for the exit, and went to take a nap before the Gathering.
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The trip to the Gathering was uneventful. No one walked beside me to talk. Most of the Clan seemed to notice I didnt feel like interacting with any living creature lately. Breezepelt was at home, luckily, so I was glad, so I was happy-at least as happy as I had been in the past moon, which was still pretty sad-to be able so walk, and think to myself.
Despite everything, I was still excited for the birth of the kits. I couldn't wait to see their tiny faces, lick their soft pelts, and have something that I could love, and cherish, and never have to lose. Kits couldn't say they couldn't love you anymore, and they couldn't cause every bone in your body to ache with pain. They were so innocent. So loving, and no matter what, you were the good one. I had been thinking about names for a long time. Lionkit was obvious, but I wasn't sure. It might make the father of the kits much more obvious. Blazekit would be more subtle, and just as wonderful. But what if it was a she-cat? That was a new story. Thymekit? Flowerkit? I wanted my kits names to me original, unique, alluring, beautiful. I wanted them to be loved, by the whole Clan. Respected. And names that would sound good with 'star' behind it, in case they became leader.
That might be just a little crazy. But these kits were the sun, in my dark, hopeless world. They were like stars on a moonless night. Important. Unborn, but already my life. I would feel them kick me from within my stomach, and I would purr, imagining the beautiful soul that wanted out into the world. I wanted to talk to the ThunderClan queen, Ferncloud, for she had had many litters, and would be able to give me some advice. But of course, I had to talk to Lionblaze first. Something in my heart was dying, for not seeing him. He was like the cure to a disease, without it, I was slowly dying.
I slowly crossed onto the island, with more caution than usual. I don't know why, but knowing it wasn't just my life made me take everything much more seriously. And for some reason, I felt like the moor was getting deadly. Prey had become more scarce, but that was usual on the moor. Onestar thought prey was being stolen, for we found the corpses, half eaten, mostly. But it didn't smell like any Clan, so we kept our eyes open for rogues, and doubled patrols. I didn't think much of it, I was safe in the camp.
I settled down on a place at the back of the island, and kept an eye out. We were the first Clan here. I could tell that ThunderClan was close, we had scented them as we traveled. And I was right. Moments later, Firestar burst through, followed by Brackenfur, Whitewing, Ferncloud, Squirrelflight, Lionblaze, Dustpelt, Berrynose, Hazeltail, Cinderheart, Jayfeather, Ivypaw, Dovepaw, Briarpaw, and Toadpaw. I was surprised, as Brambleclaw wasn't there, and Brackenfur seemed to be leading as much as Firestar. The flame colored tom was getting old as well, and his movements were troubled, his muzzle touched with grey.
I was startled by motion beside me, and purred as I saw Lionblaze. "Lionblaze!" I almost screamed, my heart singing with joy. Everything felt complete with him here, and I knew it would be okay. He nuzzled my head gently, but more friendly than romantic, and I knew why. If any cat saw us being all sweet and romantic to each other, gossip would start. And that was not what we needed.
"Yea...that's my name." He answered, smirking slightly. I purred, his amber eyes were just like I remembered. But they were troubled, and I knew he was in the same pain as I was. But they glowed as he looked me over, a smile teasing on the corners of his mouth.
Mistystar padded in, followed by Blackclaw, her deputy, (and it was said that they were mates, but I didn't believe petty gossip) and a group of other cats, whom I forgot most of their names. I liked the new RiverClan leader. She was kind, compassionate, and wise. She was obviously making ThunderClan and RiverClan allies, for she liked Firestar more than the bloodthirsty ShadowClan leader, Russetstar. Her deputy was better, Rowanclaw, who liked much more to peacefully resolve matters. Russetstar padded in behind Mistyfoot, and I knew the Gathering was about to start.
"I wish we could still meet, Lionblaze." I murmured, instinctively leaning towards him, a single tear falling down my face. Lionblaze didn't say anything, but with his tail wiped the tear away, and gave me a look saying, Yea, life sucks.
I smiled lightly, wishing we could have this moment forever.
But like all good things in my life, it had to end. Onestar stood up. "We have 2 new kits to Gorsetail, Thornkit, and Branchkit. Both are very healthy. We also have 3 new apprentices, Swallowpaw, Thistlepaw, and Sedgepaw. Thistlepaw is here tonight." He paused, as the whole island congratulated the young tom, who was looked very embarrassed. "We have also notices half eaten prey on our territory, but it does not smell like any of the Clans. I warn you, we might have more rogues. Most was near the RiverClan border." I saw Mistystar's ears perk slightly at that, but she kept a mask of calm on her pretty face. "Thank you." He stepped back, and sat down, motioning for Mistystar to go.
The blue grey leader was easily the most beautiful. Her blue eyes shone with pride, and her paws were delicate, yet her body was muscular. "Thank you, Onestar. We have 2 new kits to Dawnflower, Streamkit, and Stormkit. Both are very healthy. Dapplefoot is a new warrior, as is Pebblefur, and they are sitting vigil at camp now." Pouncepaw was glaring at his sister, in jealousy, I presumed, as Mistystar continued. "Prey is fine, though Onestar, we too have noticed a strange scent on our territory. We shall tell you at the border if it gets any worse." She smiles. "That's all."
Russetstar stepped forward, her eyes dark, and cruel. "ShadowClan is strong like always. Snowbird has one new kit, Songkit, and 2 new warriors are here. Dawnsong, and Tigerhawk." Cheers erupting, and I agreed. The two were very popular. Dawnsong looked down, but Owleyes licked her shoulder. Where they mates? I wondered, but shook it off. Gossip was useless. Though, Gorsetail would be happy for some. "Prey is everywhere, and we grow stronger by the day." She finished, and stepped back, smirking.
Firestar began, looking slightly grief stricken. "Brambleclaw has died, very tragically. He died like a true warrior, fighting of a family of badgers, and being killed saving his son, a newly named apprentice, Forestpaw. Brackenfur is the new deputy." I found myself cheering beside Lionblaze. I really did like Brackenfur. He was kind, softspoken, yet when he did speak it was important. "We also have 5 new warriors. Toadspring, Rosewhisker, Blossomleaf, Bumblestripe, and Briarwood. Briarwood and Toadspring are here tonight." The Clans cheered, and I smiled sympathetically at Briarwood and Toadspring, who were sitting next to each other, pelts brushing.
What Firestar said next tore me apart. It made my heart rip to pieces, shattered like glass. It made my insides churn, my blood boil, and every bone in my body ache. What Firestar said next changed my life. Forever.
O.o What did he say? Whoever guess right gets a....Brackenfur plushie! (sorry I killed Brambleclaw...I WANTED BRACKENFUR TO BE DEPUTY! SORRY!)
Questions need answering:
Should one of the kits look like Lionblaze?
Should Icewing have Lionblaze's kits?
Should Firestar died and Brackenfur become leader? If so, who would the deputy be?
And answer these! anf guess what Firestar will say!!!!
