Oh, the pains of writer's block. And here I was hoping for at least one more part of this story after this book! Looks like that might not happen. Oh where, oh where has my inspiration gone? Oh, that's right, LOTR. Oh, and I appologize in adance for shortness.
Hollyleaf: I hate you for nearly abandoning us.
Mormeril: I'm not abandoning you, I am simply getting slight writer's block that may leave soon. Please, no one abandon us if my updates start taking a while! I can't help it!
Blackstar: Mormeril, fight it off! Please! *pulls highly convincing Puss in Boots look from Shrek*
Mormeril: Awwwwwww! I'll do my best, Blackstar! *hugs*
Blackstar: :)
Chapter 10
Goldensong
A pale golden tabby she-cat with a misty pelt padded through the forest through what had been ThunderClan's territory. Instead, the territory was now full of evil ats, Dark Forest cats. DarkClan. They were nothing but bad, she knew it. And as they had all but destroyed ThunderClan for good, that meant that without help, the other clans were headed the same way.
The she-cat sighed and flicked her tale as she paused on a hillside, looking out oer the lake. The moon had come. She knew that much. Now she just had to wait for the moon to find out how to free her and her kind. She wondered how long that would take, and whether it would be before or after the coming war.
The eight Chosen were still young, Thunder's reincarnation was yet to be apprenticed, and Shadow was still a young apprentice, but progressing quickly towards being a warrior. In fact, she may be made a warrior that day.
"What will become of the clans?" she wondered aloud, murmuring. And on top of that, if the clans somehow managed to stay the same, what would she choose when the moon gae her The Choice? Would she choose to move on, and go to StarClan, or would she choose a clan to join and lie as a normal cat with a mortal life?
She wasn't sure she wanted either. StarClan seemed so far away, yet she knew little of actually living amongst the five clans. She knew their ways of life, and that they were entirely mortal, unlike herself, but she'd never lived their life. Only the life of a half-living MistClan cat.
There were so many choices for the MistClan cats, the cats living immortally between life and death. Her pale golen tabby tail flicked back and forth for a few heartbeats before she stood with a sigh and moved on, past the hill. Things do not bode well for the clans, she thought as she walked away.
She had only gotten a few tail-lengths before curiosity overcame her. She had to know what the clans had in store for them. She had the gift, after all, the gift that only cats born to MistClan were known to possess, and even then, only a select few ever were given it. She was one of the five out of nearly a hundred born MistClan cats who had the gift.
The gift that would give her glimpses of the future.
She knew it could be unreliable, as the future changed with the wind, as cats could change their minds. The future was as uncertain as the mind of a kit, and as changing as the tide. For all she knew, she could see something as far from what might happen as things could get.
There were many futures, none set in stone. But, at the same time, her gift could give her some clue as to what might happen to them.
She carefully made her way back towards the hill and down to the lake to try to see the future.
Rosepaw trembled in excitement. It was the day. The day her dreams came true. The day she became a warrior.
She sat in excitement before the Tallrock as Blackstar spoke the words of the ceremony, calling her foreward. Her heart beat furiously as he gave her her warrior name. Rosewing.
She was a warrior at last. Little did she know, she would be getting more than she'd expected.
Well, like I said, its short. Trying to get as many chapter out of this as possible. Next chapter guarantees: Goldensongès vision and Rosewingès dream. Maybe even a little more.
Goldensong: Whoès a major character nowÉ I am, I am!
Rosewing: Same!
Moonshine: Congratulations, both of you!
Golden and Rose: Thanks!
Hollyleaf: Hmph!
