A prophecy emerges
People were giving me ideas and wanting me to continue Two Halves make One Whole and I'm like... But I'm not continuing it? It's in the AU Dump for a reason? Stop making me want to continue it? So when I posted the first part of TWmOW I got like next to no responses for Ignite and... yeah that was disappointing.
Hopefully I'll get feedback for Ignite again. I'm still looking for ideas on where to take Ignite!
Please review!
Firestar was beginning to notice that there was something wrong with him. Other than the whole wings-scales-and other abnormalities thing, he noticed that he was starting to act different around his clanmates. He was protective and loving to Sandstorm, his daughters and Brambleclaw, but everyone else he treated with wary caution at best. At worst, he felt threatened by the cats around him, afraid that they would do something to hurt his treasures.
The treasure thing was weird too. He didn't know when he had started calling them his treasures in his head, but now it was starting to be a bad habit. He had to physically catch himself from saying it to their faces, and he was afraid that in time he would just say it without thinking. He was getting more comfortable to the term.
He also couldn't remember what happened with the battle with Windclan. All he remembered was Sandstorm's screech and then a fierce bout of protectiveness, a voice screaming in his head to go- his mate was in pain, and then-
Nothing. He could remember walking back to camp, instinctively hovering over Sandstorm, but he couldn't remember the actual battle or what he had done. He only remembered overwhelming rage. Whatever he had done had scared his clan. He had just gotten them comfortable around him and now there was repressed fear in their eyes and scents. He had to start all over again with them.
He didn't like the new him. He was constantly acting when he hadn't meant to and he was thinking things he never would have thought before. He was scared, feeling like he was losing control of himself.
Now here he was, hunting outside the territory, away from the clans, because his usual diet of small prey wasn't cutting it anymore. He needed something more, something bigger. At the very least he just needed more food. He felt bad, having to excessively hunt for the clan because he needed so much prey to fuel his new body. He felt like he was hunting more for himself at this point.
His gaze was upwards, eyes following a hawk as it circled around, possibly looking for prey itself. He shifted his wings uncertainly, unsure if he was up to the task of hunting this bird down. He wasn't even sure in his ability to fly. The stone glowed lightly and he shook his head. What was he thinking; of course he could fly and hunt it down! He was much more powerful than a measly bird!
He shook his head again, wondering where those thoughts had come from. Nevertheless, he flapped his wings and took off unsteadily towards his goal. He shot towards the hawk and the bird brought its claws down on him, seeing the weird creature trying to attack it. He raised his foreleg up and the claws scratched harmlessly over his scales. He tried lunging towards it, but the bird kept moving away from him and gave a hiss of frustration.
He felt a warm pulse go through him. He had to strike powerfully and gracefully; with confidence, not with fear. His body twitched as the foreign thought registered in his mind, and he let his body catch up to the hawk and strike it down. He held the bird in his jaws as he descended to the ground. He spat it out, gazing down upon it in awe. He had caught this thing by himself.
He quickly dug a hole to hide his prey, spotting another hawk circling the area. He wriggled his haunches as he took off into the air again, confident in his ability to hunt it down.
He was very happy with his two catches, deeming them both enough for himself and the clan. His clanmates all gazed at him in surprise as he flew in with two hawks in tow. He placed both of them on the fresh-kill pile, before lounging on the High Rock, trying to make his hunger less obvious. The sight of the hawks were mouth-watering. He watched as Cherrypaw took one of the hawks for the queens and elders to share.
He laid his head on his paws and closed his eyes, trying to relax. It was hard when he could hear every word being spoken in camp, half of them talking about him and the other half he felt as if he were intruding on conversations he shouldn't be listening in on.
He cracked an eye open when Sandstorm's scent hit him and he lifted his head slightly to see her carrying the other hawk to him. She scowled down at him. "Why aren't you eating?"
He shuffled his paws nervously. "The leader is last to eat, if you remember."
"I remember, but you've fed half the clan with one hawk alone. And we've established that you need more food than a normal cat," she meowed.
Normal. It was a term he would never get to use to describe himself ever again. "I just- I just thought if I didn't show how much food I needed, they all would be more comfortable with me again."
She frowned. "You just used your wings to fly into camp though." If he was trying to avoid what he was now, he was doing a poor job of it.
"You shouldn't be afraid of what they say Firestar. They're just... weirded out by what you are now. Give it time, and the gossip will stop. You know that everyone here would follow you into battle regardless of how you look," she meowed gently.
It wasn't just how he looked that they were talking about, it was also how he was acting. He didn't voice the thoughts out loud though as Sandstorm pushed the hawk towards him.
"We- we could share it if you want?" he gave an unsteady meow. He would feel bad if he ate this all by himself..
"I think you need it more than me, but I guess I could have little bit," she laughed. She took a bite of the meat in front of them and pushed the rest to Firestar. His tail wagged as he placed a claw onto the bird; this would fill him up nicely. Sandstorm was surprised as he wolfed down the bird in record time.
"He-hey! Don't eat so fast; you'll get a stomachache if you do that!"
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Jayfeather recoiled at the smell of smoke burning his nose. His eyes shot open, and was about to yowl that there was a fire in camp until he actually saw where he was. He wasn't in his nest in the medicine den of the Thunderclan camp. He was on a hill overlooking the lake. It would have been an amazing sight.
Except everything was on fire. He could see every territory burning down. He squinted, swearing up and down that there were cats in the fire. A closer look told him that there were cats down there, but he could only see the shadows of cats. They were pure darkness in the shape of a cat, all running away from the raging fires that engulfed the territory.
Who were these cats? They weren't clan cats that's for sure.
'When the leaf falls from the tree and withers, the King's flames shall be unleashed in full.'
His eyes widened at hearing the voice in his head. Was that a prophecy?! Didn't he have enough prophecies to worry about? He hadn't even located the Fourth yet, and here was another prophecy when they hadn't even gotten through the first one! What was the leaf? What was the tree? And what was the King? He didn't even know what the term meant!
"Please! Tell me what you mean!" he yowled out to the sky, trying to urge the voice to give him an answer.
He felt giant, powerful vibrations rumble through the ground, the vibrations getting stronger and stronger with each one. Almost like footsteps coming up behind him. He whirled around and stumbled backwards as the biggest creature he had seen came up behind him. It was lizard like, scales covering every inch of its body. A long, spiked tail with a three-pronged tip lashed behind it. Four wings rose up, all four of them extending to their full wingspan,covering everything underneath them in shadow. Its head was crowned with many horns, two curved horns on top of its head being the most prominent. There was a small red dot that he almost missed that looked apart of the chest of the creature. It was glowing fiercely.
It was massive, towering above the even the tallest trees in all the territories. He wasn't even the size of its smallest claw.
His heart hammered in his chest as the creature reared back its head and roared, a blast of fire shooting out of its mouth into the smoked-filled skies above. It sounded angry, but triumphant; a show of dominance. This creature shared the characteristics of his ginger leader.
'It couldn't be...'
The creature's red eyes trailed downwards to meet his, and the creature raised a foreleg up, claws gleaming in the light of the blaze, ready to bring it down on him like he was some kind of bug.
'Firestar?' Something prevented him from moving as the foreleg came down on him. He screamed as he woke up, his vision filling up with nothing but darkness. Briarlight gave a gasp as his scream woke her up.
"What?! What's happening?!" She calmed down as she heard Jayfeather's hard panting. "Did you have a nightmare Jayfeather?"
"Yeah. Yeah, it was nothing though. I'm fine," he tried reassuring her.
"Must have been a really bad nightmare. You sure you don't need me for anything?" she purred.
"I'm sure. Go back to sleep Briarlight," he grumbled. He heard her lay her head back down and her breathing slow down. He laid his head down, but lay awake as the nightmare and prophecy kept him wide awake. His body trembled in fear, wondering what that creature had been.
'Was... was that Firestar? Is that what he is to become?'
Fun fact: Medicine cats have seizures when they receive visions and prophecies. Their spirits are literally trying to escape their bodies to go to Starclan but they're being held in. Yikes.
I made prophecy! :D Hopefully it's not crap.
Jayfeather saw what happens if Firestar is finally tipped past his breaking point. It will be in everyone's best interest to not piss him off. Woe to the morons who piss off the dragon.
As for Firestar, he's starting to act more and more like a dragon, but is keeping himself from acting out what he perceives as too weird for his clan. He doesn't want to act all dominant in front of them... The stone is doing its version of warming him up to his body and instincts.
Tell me how I did.