Hey everybody! I've really been thinking about where I want this story to go, and I think I have it figured out. I've began a notebook where I outline exactly what I want to happen in each chapter, which turns out to be really helpful. :) Our little kitty has started on her journey full of tragedy and supprises, and I'm bringing all of you on the ride! XD
For all who don't know, the answer is like this; Leafpool's father is Firestar, who's enemy is Tigerstar, who's daughter is Tawnypelt, who's daughter is Dawnpelt, who's brother is Tigerheart, who's ex-mate is DOVEWING!
Shout out to Mushroom (Guest) for being the first to answer last chapter's Question.
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Review replies!:
Mushroom (Guest) - I love you reviews, lol. Thank you so much though, that made me really happy when I read it. :) Its feels good to know people appreciate my writing.
Guest - Hee~ Its amazing how happy you were about that. I'll try to make this next one even harder... XD
Hollyleaf101 (Guest) - Thanks so much! It really means alot. :)
Peabbleheart25 (Guest) - Im not bothered at all! It actually helps alot as I never have much time to write (Hence the short chapters and numerous errors). And I hope you remember your password sometime soon! lol. :)
Shy Sun that Hides Ghost - Thanks! As for her finding the clans or not, we shall see, my friend. ;)
Sunheart (Guest) - Thanks! I've been told I'm very dramatic, and I was curious as to weather that would show up in my writing. And Tigerheart did have an Ex-mate. He was mates with Dovewing, but then she broke up with him to be more loyal to Thunderclan and to be with Bumblestripe instead.
Starrysong is on Winter Break - Thanks! :)
Enough drabble!
Onto the chapter!
chapter 3- Peaceful black
Exaustion weighed me down like a second pelt, my paws were boulders, making my steps smaller and smaller until I was barely even moving. Most of my energy was spent simply keeping my head above the snow, which came up to my frostbitten nose.
I tipped my head back, defiance of the elements granting me a fleeting moment of strength before my paws and tail once again dragged.
I shivered, my breath clouding in front of my face. So cold... The fresh flakes piling up on top of my head served to only sink my spirits even further, there was no place to rest, only more snow and trees. My mind was fuzzy, a mental cacoon of warmth, that barely perceived my surroundings. No. I protested weakly, trying keep my eyes open and my legs moving. Don't give up yet.
In my dazed, half-sleep state, I drowsily realized that my entire body was missing. My eyebrows raised fractionally, the only sign that I registered the absurdity of the thought. I half-heartedly attempted to turn and check, but instead received a icy clump of snow whipped into my face by the wind, which had picked up alarmingly, even more so was the temperature, which had dropped critically low.
But I continued trudging on, not caring when I my new wounds opened, staining my light tabby pelt a dark russet. Not noticing when my two of my whiskers snapped in half when they brushed against a snowbank. Not feeling when I lost the tip of my tail the same way, just lazily glancing back at the loud crack!, and fuzzily thinking the sound had been a fallen icicle that snapped in two on impacted.
I hummed to myself, carefree and happy in my cottony nook. So of course, I never noticed the life-threatening change of weather.
Ice fell from the sky, you couldn't call it snow any longer. It came hurtling towards the ground at terrific speeds, each chunk at least the size of a kit. Tree branches that were struck snapped clean off, the ice leaving long, deep scars in the soft mangled wood.
Still dazed and drowsy, I could hardly see a fox-length in front of me, and so focused was the remaining bit of my conciousness on avoiding falling trees, I neglected to avoid the ice.
Black spots danced across my vision, I teetered on my paws, staggering to the side sharply. Mercifully, I was still completely numb, unable to feel the blood that was no doubt pouring down my back. The hit had restored my full set of wits, as I ducked and weaved my way around the icy missles.
My eyes frantically scanned the surrounding landscape, looking for something, anything, that would protect and shelter me for the night. I was running as fast as my short two-moon old legs could carry me, my blood pounding in my ears. I dove to the side, narrowly avoiding a huge maple branch that would have snap my spine easily.
Then, suddenly, I was running through empty space, the snow covered dirt no longer under my paws.
I was free-falling head over heels into a black hole with no visible bottom.
Down... The noise of the raging icestorm grew distant.
Down... My voice bounced around, it seemed as though a million tortured souls were sharing in the unearthly beautiful wail of terror.
Down... All good things come to an end, why should this hole be any different?
I hit the ground hard, I knew I would be in bone-shattering pain when feeling returned to my frozen being. Groaning softly, I realized with growing frusteration that it was pitch black, I couldn't even see my nose in the oppressing gloom. I attempted to stand, but my traitorous legs failed me, buckling weakly at the knees and pitching me forward onto the musty dirt. My head hit a rock, ringing out with a echoing crack!, hot blood dripping into my eyes. I let the darkness sweep over me, closing my eyes, the rest-promising black as comforting and peaceful as a loving mother's purr.
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I was drifting, floating through the feather soft blackness. I tilted my head curiously. It had almost sounded like another cat... Telling me to wake up. Wake up? Why would I ever wish to do that? I surveyed my surroundings. Only the peaceful darkness met my contempletory gaze. A small smile played across my lips. Who would ever want to leave such a wonderous place? Humming I trailed my paw through the thick air, watching the shadowed ooze regroup where ever it passed through.
The voice sounded again, unrelenting, urgent. With a sad sigh, I gave in to the voice, letting go of my grip on the dark nothing I didn't know I held, the long inky black ribbon slowly slithering with a deadly grace out of my grasp. All i could do was watch, a tiny bit of relief worming its way into my heart.
"Hello? Come on kit, easy does it, wake up slowly now." The voice from the nothing?
I opened my eyes fractionally, the face of my savior swimming across my vision. I screwed up my face, the pounding at the base of my skull making me moan softly with pain. I slowly opened my eyes once more, letting them get used to the filtered sunlight before opening then completely. I looked at my rescuer, who had sat quietly and patiently while I adjusted.
The she-cat had a short blue-grey pelt that shone in the half-light. Her legs were slim and well muscled, she was small, yet something about the way she held herself commanded attention and respect. One of her beautiful moss green eyes had been scarred to the point that she obviously could no longer see out of it, yet they still held a happy gleam of life.
The she-cat interrupted my thoughts, quietly clearing her throat. "Done looking yet?" She asked dryly, amusement sparkling in her eyes. I ducked my head, ashamed to be caught staring. Looking thoughtfully at me, the she-cat seemed to make up her mind about something. "wait here." She said, in a tone that brooked no argument.
While waiting for the stranger to return, I gave myself a little check-up, streching each piece of my aching body in turn. My wounds had been bound thickly with cobweb and sweet smelling herbs, while the blood remained caked in my fur. Screwing up my nose at the acrid tang, I lapped at my fur, relieved when it returned back to its natural light grey after a couple minutes.
The she-cat padded back into the den through a crack it the wall I hadn't noticed before. She drop a squirrel unceremoniously at my paws and kept a pair of mice for herself.
"Eat it all, you got really banged up it that storm last night." The she-cat meowed.
I nodded obligingly, biting into the juicy haunches and trying to suppress my curiosity. well... one question won't hurt... I swallowed. "Um, excuse me?" I squeaked. "Whats your name?"
She looked at me for a few seconds before replying. "My name is Mist."
"Thank you." I said, truly meaning it. It felt nice to be looked after for once, even if only from a stranger I had just met.
Mist looked rather surprised for some reason, her eyebrows raising slightly. "You're welcome."
For a while, there were only the sounds of quiet chewing, each of us working at our own thoughts. A huge yawn split my jaws. I realized my whole body was extremely fatiqued, worn out after a quick bath and a meal. "Is there somewhere I can sleep?" I asked tiredly, eyelids drooping.
Mist nodded, scilently and swiftly guiding me into another part of the tunnel where two fern lined, feather filled nest were waiting. Gratefully, I sank into the first one my paws touched, sleep dulling my senses immediately.
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Yay! A new character! Hope you guys enjoyed the longer chapter! The outline really helped with that... XD
Question(s) of the day!
1. Does anyone have any questions for me? (Like where I got my ideas, why are my chapters usually so short, my age, favorite color, anything!) XD
2. who is Cloudtails mothers brothers daughters mates sons mothers fathers best friends first mates fathers mother?
3. Least favorite and favorite character(s) and why? O.o
4. Out of all the characters you've met so far, do you want any of them to die? ;)