The River's End
Chapter Five
Featherkit's POV
Dazzling sunlight blinded me as I exited the cave. I had never been so happy to go outside.
"Here we are," Dovefeather purred. "This is the camp."
"The camp of what?" Shadekit mewed curiously.
"You've noticed how we all have warrior names," Icestorm said. "Right?"
We all nodded.
"This is SpiritClan," Flamefur said.
"SpiritClan? What kind of name is that?" Brackenkit mewed.
"You'll see in a few moons," Dovefeather said.
"Why? What's going to happen? Why can't you tell us now?" I asked.
"You're a curious bunch, aren't you?"
I turned. There was a black and white cat behind me.
"They are," Flamefur said. "Too curious for me."
"My name is Skystar," the cat continued. Her light blue eyes were filled with amusement.
"Are the kits here yet?" a brown tabby came running over.
"You think?" Dovefeather dropped Sunkit from her jaws.
"Oh, StarClan!" Skystar murmured. "It was the rock, wasn't it?"
"So you know about the rock?" I said.
"One too many kits have died that way," Flamefur said. "Like my sister."
"StarClan doesn't approve of the givings!" the brown tabby said. "I should know! Their medicine cats should know!"
"We know, Copperfur," Skystar said. "You're not the only medicine cat here."
While the older cats bickered, I beckoned to Shadekit and Brackenkit.
"Where do you think they came from?" Shadekit asked.
"They said that they came from the tunnel," Brackenkit responded.
"Yeah, but—"
"I think that you should go sleep somewhere," a gray cat told us. "The sun should be setting soon."
I turned and looked at the sun. He was right. The navy blue was settling in around the orange glow.
The air got colder and the stars glowed icily, hanging there in the sky.
"How long were we in the tunnels?" I asked the tom.
"It's not a full moon yet, so probably a couple of sunrises," he responded. "There are a few spare nests in that bush over there. I'm sure the apprentices won't mind."
I nodded, and padded into the bush. It was empty but warm with life, and I lay down and closed my eyes into sleep.
Mystery POV
The cold air drifted into the den, chilling me to the bone. Moonlight shone through the leaves of the holly bush, along with an eerie light.
There was no one to warm me inside the den, because they were all out in the clearing.
I opened my eyes to the shining light. It was time at last.
I made my way outside of the den, careful not to look at the sky. Everyone, even the elders and queens, was sitting in a ring around the middle of camp.
A dark ginger tom moved over so that I could take my place beside him.
"We are here because of this occasion. They are all scared of this, but not us. This is why we are here, and this is why we are doing this," a black cat said from a ledge above the circle.
"Flamepaw and Skypaw," the cat said. "They are the two kits left that were sacrificed in early Leaf-fall."
The ginger tom and I stood up, still looking down at the ground.
"Flamepaw, Skypaw, you may look at the sky."
I tilted my head upwards and looked at the beautiful lights shining above my head. To think that they all thought that these were bad omens.
"The sacrifices go back to the time of the ancient Bramblestar," the black cat continued. "The first four who came were extremely lucky that they all survived. They recruited some rogues, loners, and even kittypets, and made the place where we are today."
"SpiritClan."
"I call upon the spirits of Lilystar, Sparkfur, Rippleheart, and Kestrelwing," a tortoiseshell cat called from under the ledge.
The cold wind rushed around my paws, and the sound of tinkling, joyful laughter filled my ears.
Everyone in the clearing closed their eyes. The lights from above still shone above me, their cold light giving me power and courage.
"Flamepaw, Skypaw, your Clans abandoned you. Turn back or be admitted by SpiritClan," the black cat said.
"I'm never going back," I said defiantly.
"I'll stay, because I have a chance here," Flamepaw said.
"I, Ravenstar, call upon the spirit of Lilystar to approve my choice," the black cat said.
There was silence, and I closed my eyes. I had been through so much that this seemed like nothing to me.
"Skypaw, Flamepaw, welcome to SpiritClan," the tortoiseshell said, and everyone at last looked up at the sky.
The stars spread out against the midnight sky and floated amongst the shining lights from above.
Sleep tugged at me, but I stayed awake. I had made it.
I can rise in this Clan, I thought. In ThunderClan, they never cared about me. All they cared about was sacrificing the kits.
I smiled, satisfied with my thoughts. I'll rise like dawn and one day, I will become Skystar, leader of SpiritClan.
Personally, I like the Mystery POV best. It says who it is in there, but if you couldn't guess, look at the last sentence of the chapter. See the last chapter for the OC template thing so I can put your character in. Reviewers get Featherkit plushies! See you later! I AM CONTINUING THIS I'M JUST BUSY =P
~Harmonic