Post by brushfire on Jun 17, 2011 21:15:48 GMT -5
A darkened shadow cast amoung the ridden leaves of trees and bushes and the soft scrabbling of paws on the damp night floor barely stirred awake the sharpest-eared mouse.
The moon was shining brightly in the dotted night sky; reveiling only half of itself. The night had been long as it was, if a cat could tell persay from point of view of being restless; but all cats were asleep tonight.
Most all cats.
In the mists of the night it seemed, a massive cat with the brightest of green eyes and a seemingly bright red collar that shown in the night like Brindlefrost's pelt in the dark, was running from something, something more powerful and massive than herself.
But it seemed almost inpossible. This she-cat who was the most massive in the Clan ranks of RushClan was purely half-lynx; the sharpest claws and the whitest teeth; huge paws and a lovely, thick, long fur that was coloured a pale reddish brown, coated underneath with that of darker brown.
But she was the only restless shadow that was cast that lovely, bloody night. Restless was probably not the word, but it fit from her point of view, from being restless, the night seemed long to her, long like a bad day, a bad dream during the day that had shocked her into sleep, if only that were what was happening, but if one were to say it was, would be a liar.
It was all real. She had failed DawnClan, ShadowClan, MistClan, and burnt LeafClan to the ground with her secret, letting it slip. Her darker spirit had traveled with her; the Dawn Flowers of DawnClan, the Moon Pool of ShadowClan, the Moonstone of MistClan, and the Crystal Cave of LeafClan.
This time, the darker spirit of her inner body was there, the Moon Flower of RushClan, the only Clan she had not failed and was planning to not fail; for in its ranks the last friend she had in the world, and her new kits, reborn yet again in a new Clan, same kits' souls, same colours and markings and personailties and names, same sickness and madness that crept through their pelts in each life as the lynx-cat birthed them again in their new home.
Thus why this she-lynx-cat was darting almost silently through the territory of RushClan, to the Moon Flower. It was blooming tonight.
Brushfire could see her mother at last in months due time of LeafClan's death, her fear pulsing through every hot step on the ground. Her luminous green eyes were the brightest of green eyes that had ever flashed in the ranks of RushClan, and tonight was no exeption as they glowed franticly, streaking a green light through the air that faded in split seconds like illusions.
It was midnight when Brushfire reached the Moon Flower, as it glowed brilliantly in the clouded, dark night. As expected, a shadow cast amoung the leaves that was not her own.
Brushfiiiirre... The shadow spoke as she opened her eyes, a sickly pale grey-green with mere slits for pupils. Moondiamond. Her voice was crute and cold; fading with the wind as the name slid off her tongue.
Brushfire bowed to her mother in respect and fear. "It has been a while, mother."
Moondiamond stepped from her perch atop the Moon Flower with grace, though through her eyes gleamed the pale light of satisfaction to see fear. The edges of her mouth parted wide in a sick smile, reveiling seemingly all her teeth.
No need to look so pethetic, she hissed, and Brushfire flintched as she got to her paws.
"I..." Brushfire began, "I did not yet find what there is to be found," she spoke the words as if she suspected being watched.
Hmmm.... Suppose I come with you-
"NO! No... Something bad always happens when you come to a Clan camp with me."
Then you do this alone!
"I always do."
Meet me here on the next waxing moon and bring the pendant! After this week, I will fade, and you will die of age, and your kits will never be reancarnated!
With that, the evil she-lynx-cat faded, leaving Brushfire to loom over thought.
She returned to camp that night with heavy paws...
What would she do?....
The moon was shining brightly in the dotted night sky; reveiling only half of itself. The night had been long as it was, if a cat could tell persay from point of view of being restless; but all cats were asleep tonight.
Most all cats.
In the mists of the night it seemed, a massive cat with the brightest of green eyes and a seemingly bright red collar that shown in the night like Brindlefrost's pelt in the dark, was running from something, something more powerful and massive than herself.
But it seemed almost inpossible. This she-cat who was the most massive in the Clan ranks of RushClan was purely half-lynx; the sharpest claws and the whitest teeth; huge paws and a lovely, thick, long fur that was coloured a pale reddish brown, coated underneath with that of darker brown.
But she was the only restless shadow that was cast that lovely, bloody night. Restless was probably not the word, but it fit from her point of view, from being restless, the night seemed long to her, long like a bad day, a bad dream during the day that had shocked her into sleep, if only that were what was happening, but if one were to say it was, would be a liar.
It was all real. She had failed DawnClan, ShadowClan, MistClan, and burnt LeafClan to the ground with her secret, letting it slip. Her darker spirit had traveled with her; the Dawn Flowers of DawnClan, the Moon Pool of ShadowClan, the Moonstone of MistClan, and the Crystal Cave of LeafClan.
This time, the darker spirit of her inner body was there, the Moon Flower of RushClan, the only Clan she had not failed and was planning to not fail; for in its ranks the last friend she had in the world, and her new kits, reborn yet again in a new Clan, same kits' souls, same colours and markings and personailties and names, same sickness and madness that crept through their pelts in each life as the lynx-cat birthed them again in their new home.
Thus why this she-lynx-cat was darting almost silently through the territory of RushClan, to the Moon Flower. It was blooming tonight.
Brushfire could see her mother at last in months due time of LeafClan's death, her fear pulsing through every hot step on the ground. Her luminous green eyes were the brightest of green eyes that had ever flashed in the ranks of RushClan, and tonight was no exeption as they glowed franticly, streaking a green light through the air that faded in split seconds like illusions.
It was midnight when Brushfire reached the Moon Flower, as it glowed brilliantly in the clouded, dark night. As expected, a shadow cast amoung the leaves that was not her own.
Brushfiiiirre... The shadow spoke as she opened her eyes, a sickly pale grey-green with mere slits for pupils. Moondiamond. Her voice was crute and cold; fading with the wind as the name slid off her tongue.
Brushfire bowed to her mother in respect and fear. "It has been a while, mother."
Moondiamond stepped from her perch atop the Moon Flower with grace, though through her eyes gleamed the pale light of satisfaction to see fear. The edges of her mouth parted wide in a sick smile, reveiling seemingly all her teeth.
No need to look so pethetic, she hissed, and Brushfire flintched as she got to her paws.
"I..." Brushfire began, "I did not yet find what there is to be found," she spoke the words as if she suspected being watched.
Hmmm.... Suppose I come with you-
"NO! No... Something bad always happens when you come to a Clan camp with me."
Then you do this alone!
"I always do."
Meet me here on the next waxing moon and bring the pendant! After this week, I will fade, and you will die of age, and your kits will never be reancarnated!
With that, the evil she-lynx-cat faded, leaving Brushfire to loom over thought.
She returned to camp that night with heavy paws...
What would she do?....