Hey guys! thanks for all the reviews! ANd sorry for hte long wait. serious writers block. Well, I tried. thanks again dewfrost! Im going to camp from the 6 (tomorrow) to the 11 (friday) and wont be back till.. then. enjoy my absence! (and i need an opinion on a stroy im writing about tigerstar. Should i write one chapter, about just his lives (which i already did) or a bunch of chapters as one stroy about Tiger's POV in dangerous path and darkest hour?
Okay, read away!
Chapter 8 (right?)
Brambo point of view!
Brambleclaw padded out of the warriors den, blinking sleep from his eyes. He saw Squirrelpaw speaking to Dustpelt, but then she saw him and rushed over, obviously eager for news on the prophecy.
By the leader's den, where Firestar was conversing with Graystipe, Brambleclaw heard Firestar gasp.
"NOOO!" he yowled, throwing his pie at an indignant looking Graystripe and cannoning himself at Brambleclaw and his daughter. Graystripe followed, placidly licking something sticky from his face.
"Brambleclaw, I think to save yourself from sharing a creamy fate similar to mine, you should take these tickets to the elders' latest story and go," Graystripe meowed in an undertone. Squirrelpaw glanced at Brambleclaw. He interpreted the look to mean that she was either going to put a picture of Graystripe's pied face up on her blog, or she was confused. Possibly both.
"Ugh, where are the tickets?" Brambeclaw asked, though he had absolutely no idea why he wasn't out actually doing warrior duties.
Graystripe licked some pie off his face.
"Argh!" the gray deputy retched. "Firestar, how many times do I have to tell you that pecan pie is gross!"
Firestar ignored his friend. "Brambleclaw, I'm sure the elders will let you listen to their story without tickets. Now quick! Before they start!" Firestar mewed quickly, beckoning him to hurry.
"Okay okay!" Brambleclaw gave in, loping off towards the elder's den. He heard Graystripe growl after him, "I mean, switch it up a little every once in a while! How about a blueberry one? Or...I know! Coconut cream!"
When Brambleclaw finally reached the elders' den, Dappletail and Speckletail had already started. Shrewpaw ws the only other audience member, but he looked a littly creepily intrigued and interested in the story.
"Welcome! Ladies and gentleman, mice and voles...to the greatest show on earth!" Speckletail boomed.
"Ya da da da da da da da da da da ya da da da da da da da da da. dum dum dum dum. dum dum dum dum," Dappletail hummed the circus tune.
"Crackerjacks! Get your crackerjacks here!" Frostfur was calling, a box of carmelized popcorn sitting at her snowy white paws. Brambleclaw made himself comfortable; this could take a while.
Speckletail and Dappletail ducked behind a rather large cardboard box, which had appeared out of nowhere. They each raised a paw. However, each paw sported a different color sock. When Brambleclaw recognized which color each sock was, he groaned inwardly. He had to come and watch the day they told the story of his father's treachery. Great. Just great.
The paw wearing a dark brown sock with amber googly eyes was swaying violently back and forth. "I am Tigerstar! Leader of TigerClan! Hear me roar!" You could tell it was Speckletail's voice, mostly because she kept laughing. At first she didn't notice that one of the googly eyes had fallen off. Then she just sat there.
"Right. I have lost my eye! Oh no!"
Shrewpaw clung to these words as if his life depended on it, his brown fur fluffed up.
Dappletail raised her paw up further. It was sporting a bright orange sock, with green googly eyes. "And I am Firestar! Leader of ThunderClan! You're evil plots stop now! Be goooonee!"
Brambleclaw stifled a yawn. He was really tired. He had been up all night trying to figure out Crowpaw's gangsta language so he could yell at the dark gray apprentice in a tongue he would understand.
Just when Scourge was introduced to the story, Brambleclaw felt his eyes begin to droop.
"...You promised us the forest and free Blockbuster rentals for a year," Scourge's sock, now taking the place of Firestar's, mewed quietly. "And your puny forest Blockbuster doesnt have that movie about the pirate who drinks too much rum, which is the only movie we wanted to see!"
Brambleclaw couldn't stifle his yawns now. They came and went freely.
He must have fallen asleep just before Tigerstar's death. In his dreams, he couldn't remeber any dramatic circus death scences.
Suddenly, the dream about the dancing crackerjack was interrupted by a salty scent. And then Brambleclaw felt himself falling, falling, into eternity. No, not eternity. Just a whole load of water. Wait, water? Brambleclaw thrashed around; he hated water. He felt his flanks heaving.
He fought to keep his head above the crashing waves. He gazed feverantly around him and the first thing he noticed were the craggy cliffs and the caves surrounding the waves that tried to drown him. Suddenly, a blinding orange light flodded across the water, and Brambleclaw gasped as he realized that the sun was drowning in the water too! Where was the dancing crackerjack now? Brambeclaw wanted to eat again before he died and all he could taste was seafood! Sea food tasted so weird. So fishy. But cats liked fish. Someone needed to tell the authors that before they started going on about how gross the RiverClan cats were again.
A soft voice murmered in his ear, "Take heed, Brambo."
"Bluestar! Help!" Brambleclaw yowled before he felt the waves engulf him. Desperately he called out, "If I drown, Spottedleaf's slideshows are going to get wet!"
He awoke in surprise to find himself in a small pit just outside the elders den. He felt a dead weight hanging arond his neck. His averted his eyes to see what it was a realized it was a large piece of wood attached to a chain which now hung from his neck.
The piece of wood read (in sloppy paint):
I am a bad insert gender here. I have broken the rules of the Story Telling Audince Guide (STAG) And I was punished.
Please see the STAG, written, published, and illustrated by Speckletail elder.
Brambleclaw rolled his eyes. The elders must have noticed that he fell asleep. Then he remembered his terrifying dream. The sun had been drowning! but then, so had he. It seemed as though Bluestar had wanted him to have this dream. To understand it.
His thoughts broke when he saw Frostfur creeping up towards him.
"I'll tell the other elders you had to be let out for a hunting patrol," she murmered. "If you sign my tail."
Brambleclaw shook his head. What was wrong with this place?
"Fine," He grumbled. "Wait a second, Frostfur I can't write, only the leaders know how." Frostfur didn't care. "Then just scribble."
Rolling his eyes again, he grasped the pen that had been dropped down to him between his teeth and leaped out from the pit. He touched the point of the pen to Frostfur's tail, and drew a few lines.
"Okay there you go. Bye!" He mewed hasitly, before racing off. His first instinct was to tell Firestar about the dream. But something told him that he shouldn't. Brambleclaw knew that the latest dream was some how connect to his original dream, with Bluestar in the clearing.
He skided to a halt outside his leader's den, surprised to see a sleek black cat speaking to his leader.
What did Ravenpaw the loner need? Brambleclaw was close enough to hear the last of the conversation.
"But Firestar! The Twolegs! They were there! And I was there! And Barley was there! They are trying to build a new Thunderpath! They will destory your whole territory!" He stood on his back paws to demonstrate.
"Puny kitties! You are no match for my pretty bulldozer. Prepare to be bulldozer-ed!" He acted out with a sort of Ahnold (A/n . heh) accent. "BZZZZZ!"
Firestar did not seem bothered by his friend's worries.
"Ravenpaw, I'm sure we have nothing to worry about. But keep me posted!" The ThunderClan leader meowed to Ravenpaw as the loner trotted towards the gorse tunnel to leave.
"Listen Firestar! I'm positve of what I saw. As in one billion percent sure. As in there is no doubt about it sure, as in the you will eat a mouse for dinner tonight positive. As in-"
Leafpaw, who happened to be walking by just then, commented, "There is no such thing as one billion percent."
Firestar shook his head. "Alright Ravenpaw. I will tell my patrols to keep their eyes open."
Ravenpaw nodded, though clearly he still looked unsettled. Firestar licked his friend's ear before begining to pad back to his den. Brambleclaw suddenly decided to confide in the unstable loner. If anything, he could take comfort in the fact that he was not as paranoid as Ravenpaw.
He rushed over, and Ravenpaw seemed to know what was wrong.
"My pyschic powers tell me something troubles you." Ravenpaw mewed mystically. Brambleclaw nodded in amazement. "Tell me all about your dream where your drowning with the sun."
Brambleclaw gasped. How could Ravenpaw know? He stared, unblinking, at the black cat seated before him.
"A few cats have spent the night in my barn, and they have spoken about the sun-drown place. It is past our barn, past Highstones, and over many mountains and other terrain, as they say. Maybe StarClan wants you to go there?" The black loner meowed, still sounding unlike himself.
Brambleclaw pricked his ears, wondering if perhaps he was right.
"And maybe this is a journey to make without the support of your leader, no matter how much that support might mean to you."
Seeing Brambleclaw's bemused expresssion, Ravenpaw added. "Trust in your heart, Brambo."
Ravenpaw dipped his head to him before padding into the forest.
In his shock, Brambleclaw realized that he had just carried out a whole conversation without saying a word. Turning around, still not blinking aand deciding that he would go and get some more crackerjacks, Brambleclaw decided he would learn to talk like Ravenpaw. That way, the next time he had a conversation with Squirrelpaw, she wouldn't be able to say a word either.
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