Rising from Flames
Chapter 4 - In between
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Seek me where my voice will sound
Where you are, you're not on ground
If you need to ask, the flowers are here
And the world soon be clear
The eerie voice was back, louder than ever, and repetitive. A lot more repetitive to say. 44,453 times more to be exact. The sky was stained red with flames, surrounding the gray cat. Every time he tried to get though, his paws burned and he quickly took them out. But when he looked for them, he saw no scars. Suddenly, he had a burst inspiration. Perhaps nothing would show, so it was maybe it was fake with some real life feeling. If he could hold off for long enough, he could get though.
He first put his paws in and they burned. Tears sprang to his eyes. But he kept on going. He was just about to get his tail though, when an invisible hand tugged on it, yanking him backwards. He looked back and saw a blue and white angel. "Who are you?" he snarled.
The angel laughed a humorless laugh. "Woo-hoo. Still a bit sensitive on the tail no?" Stormwhisker bit back a retort because he though the angel could help him. The angel seemed to read his mind. "I will tell you, but I can't show you." Stormwhisker nodded eagerly as he listened to the angel speak.
Seek me where my voice will sound
Where you are, you're not on ground
If you need to ask, the flowers are here
And the world soon be clear
After he finished, Stormwhisker yowled in fury. "I don't need the stupid prophecy! I need instructions!" he snapped at the angel.
The angel looked very well offended. Then he began to fade. "Celeste cats had changed. They weren't what we thought they were anymore," he muttered darkly. "It was wrong to trust her and waste my time one you. Celeste will have to be executed fro being such a friend to the cats," he looked back at Stormwhisker and said, "Perhaps I'll just tell Huntress to punish here. Perhaps a very bad punishment like a metal lock. She risked her life for a worthless rat like you. But he show her death," he said pausing slowly. "I just hope Huntress will spare her," he said as he began to fade away. But not before saying a single whispered word, "Glacieus."
Then everything came crashing down.
Celeste had sent a prophecy on how to get out. She didn't want to be caught, so she made it vague enough to think it was just some useless words. But easy enough to understand if you knew some parts. Stormwhisker felt horrible treating the way he did to the past angel.
"I'm sorry!" he howled at the flames. "Please forgive! I though the wrong way!"
Then he remembered the single word the past angel whispered. "Glacieus!"
Glacieus appeared out of thin air with his eyes closed. "Yes?" he asked pointedly, but stopped when he opened his eyes and saw Stormwhisker in front of him. "What do you want?" he said so venomously, Stormwhisker took a step back.
"I want you to tell me about the flower parts in the prophecy."
Glacieus rolled his crystal clear blue eyes. Not literally clear though. You get the point right? He repeated what everyone said. "Weren't you listening to Huntress? You're in the places of the Glazed Roses. That's what Celeste means," he said calmly.
Stormwhisker was horrified. Why? The roses were glazed with blood, surrounded by flames. "Now how do I get those roses?" he murmured to himself. "Maybe it's like the scenery! Maybe it's fake!" he yowled in triumph. He felt a wave of relief. He was finally getting somewhere!
He put his paws though the fire and pulled them straight out. It burned. His paws where cold and shaking, when he felt a pelt, grazed with crimson blood. He pulled two out and dropped them very quickly. He waited for his hands to cool down, but he would forever remember the burning sensations of the flames on his paws.
He looked at them and saw scars. "They will leave a scar forever. Don't think you could get away that easily from it, did you?" Glacieus asked, looking quite amused.
Stormwhisker bit back a sharp retort. If he wanted to be Mr. Sarcasm, it was up to him. "So, how do I get out again?" he asked
Glacieus repeated, "And the world will soon be clear."
"You must wipe out the world."
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"Songmist, and Talonclaw, get the nursery. No kit or queen will be left behind." Adderstar commanded. "Shademist and Graynose, hurry and get the apprentices. Leafsong and Clawear, get the elders. If you need help, grab Creamshade. No one below warrior rank will be left behind," Adderstar said, his voice rising higher. "We are without our deputy, and we must not panic!" he yowled so he could be heard over the panic-struck cats.
He quickly jumped off the branch and hurried to the medicine cat den, where their medicine cat, was packing all the herbs she would need, in other words, all of them.
"Fawnblaze! Leave them behind! Take the ones we will need the most and go!"
Fawnblaze looked up to see her leader's panicked expression, and only then, she nodded hesitantly. She took only a few types but many of those types.
Shademist had secured the apprentice dens and was about to leave, when she heard a loud squeak, "Help!"
Shademist turned around and began to search. "Where are you?" she asked frantically.
"To you left!" the voice said. It must be a kit, she thought miserably. When she finally found the kit, it was covered in soot and ashes.
She took it roughly by the scruff and was about to leap, when a flaming tree fell on her hind legs trapping her. She struggled, but only made her pain last even more.
Adderstar came to look for his daughter to see her struggling and with a black kit in front of her. He was horrified to see his daughter yowling and thrashing. "Leave," she whispered. But he didn't hear her. He was stuck in a trance, in a wave of memories.
"Let's name her Shadekit."
"I now give you your warrior name, Shademist!"
"Shademist, lead the dawn patrol."
"Shademist. Be careful."
Shademist. Only when the flames were almost upon them, did he open his eyes to reality and knew there was no use of waiting. He grabbed the kit roughly by the scruff and ran through the forest, dodging between trees and jumping over broken twigs.
He burst through the forest, where he came upon the lake entrance. On the other side, he saw his while clan waiting for him safely on the other side. He took one desperate glance, and jumped in the cold water. Water spraying everywhere, he swam to the other side with great difficulty.
When he was dragged onto the other side, and onto the back, he coughed out water and stood up. So many lives lost tonight. But at least they were safe for now. Now sooner did he finish thinking they were safe, the saw the flames roar to life and glided across the river, but with great difficulty.
The cats watched in horror as they saw their most feared enemy, the one who feared water, race across for what it was. Adderstar shouted what everyone was thinking, "Run!" the panicked cats started to run and run.
Soon, when the flames where almost upon them, cats started to whoosh water onto the flames. Wasn't it supposed to be a regular bushfire?
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"That can't be!" Stormwhisker said. "I won't wipe out the world. There must be another way!" Stormwhisker shouted desperately at Glacieus.
"Well….there is another way…." Glacieus said slowly. "But it would be impossible. Forget it."
"What?" Stormwhisker asked. "I'll do anything!" he shouted at Glacieus. "Come one, tell me." Stormwhisker said.
"You would have to turn into a void as well." Glacieus whispered.
Stormwhisker stopped and looked at his paws. "If it means I can get out of here and save my clan, I'll do it."
Glacieus stared. "You are brave young cat. Very well. I will return with Magyck and turn you into a void," and with that, he disappeared.
Stormwhisker fell to his paws into a deep slumber, even if his mind resisted.
It was evening with Stormwhisker opened his eyes to see Glacieus with Magyck, a gray haired angel, in a gray floor-length dress with a metal choker like Celeste.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Magyck asked softly. Stormwhisker nodded. "Very well," and she started the chant.
Ancestors of the Huntress of Embers
Glazed Roses from Divinius and Anuculus
From Magyck to earth
From hate to love
From frost to blood
May a new angel take from you
As a host a new light be born
The air was filled with Stormwhisker's screeches.
"May StarClan take mercy on you." Magyck murmured.
Soon the shrieks dulled and stopped. There no longer stood a gray tom with green eyes, which was put to sleep by the Huntress, and had a best friend killed by a void, but there stood a tall and elegant figure with beautiful black wings, gray hair, and green eyes rimmed with gold.
"You are now Storm." Magyck murmured as she pressed her palm to Storm's forehead. It glowed gold before it dimmed and was no more.
Storm opened his eyes and whispered, "It is done. A new void is born. And a new fire we will stop."
He opened his black wings rimmed with gold and took off to find Celeste with Magyck and Glacieus closed behind. They found her in her room, her own palace of a room with soft cushions everywhere and a king size bed with a huge veil draped on it.
"Celeste." Glacieus hissed. "It's me, Glacieus."
"Go away." Celeste said miserably. "If Stormwhisker ever wakes up, he'll never forgive me."
"But I will," a soft voice said, coming from the shadows. "I know what you've done, I knew you had no choice. So no hard feelings."
Celeste looked startled. Then she spoke in a whisper, "They changed you so you could get out am I right?"
Storm nodded.
Celeste broke into the first true smile. "Then we have no time to waste. You're clan will not endure much longer."
Storm nodded and opened his eyes.
Celeste gasped along with everyone else.
Storm looked started. "What?" he asked.
"Golden rimmed eyes, with gray hair, green eyes, and black wings…." Magyck whispered.
"The prophecy is to come true…." Glacieus added.
"What?" Storm demanded. "What prophecy?" when no one answered, he turned to Celeste. "Tell me," he said angrily. "I don't like secrets."
Celeste shared a quick glance with Magyck and sighed. "Ask Magyck. She will explain."
Storm turned to Magyck. "Well?" he asked impatiently.
"There was a prophecy about a reborn angel with golden rimmed green eyes, black wings and gray hair, would overcome the Embers and save the angels from themselves.
"And I believe, that is you."
