PROMISE OF A FUTURE CRISIS ☓ ALL WINDCLAN
Jan 19, 2014 12:18:18 GMT -8
Jan 19, 2014 12:18:18 GMT -8
promise of a future crisis
windclan knew that they were the most stable of the four clans, especially after the news of thunderclan's sickness taking hold. however, as the winter days became more dreary and the weather kept getting warmer, there had been recent sightings of twolegs all over their camp. tallstar announced, the dawn after emberfang's deputyship, that he would go and investigate-- taking cloverfloud as well as pipitpelt with him, his two closest companions. at first, they had meant to look at the twolegs, wondering if they should be the one to drive them out-- as they were the ones responsible for instigating the den-arrested clan to stay in, hungry, cold, itching to run.
they didn't return. day and night passed, and the cats grew ever so restless. were they coming back? where did they go? yet, the plan was so secret and their faith in their medicine cat leader was so strong that they kept their worries hidden in their bellies, underneath their tongues. everyone was restless, everyone was worried, everyone knew that something had to go wrong; but nobody ever talked about it. as if by refusing to acknowledge a disappearance meant that it never really happened.
and so the clan life went on, and with that, the edging disappearance of their leader and the two warriors was pushed into the back of their mind as they tried to remember that starclan had looked upon the moor cats favorable over the past moon. they were strong. happy. and they would always be. and as the fourth night of their disappearance came, the cats lay in their dens-- some exhausted, others unable to sleep. and with the rustling and stirring of a breath, and a voice from the center of the camp-- a sound so incomprehensibly painful,
tallstar and clovercloud... are... dead
the brown tabby warrior, collapsed onto his side, his deep brown eyes filled with pain-- yet, he struggled to stand up. his eyes burning with disbelief, yet, he still stood. because collapsing meant that he was weak, and windclan was not weak. pipitpelt struggled, his tall slung haphazardly onto the ground. his pelt was ruffled with destruction, and his ears ripped, his pelt bloody and his eyes wild. the twolegs.. there's traps.. set up.. we got caught-- they, they took them away. and tallstar refused, he.. he stopped, he screeched, attacking them.. and they.. they- the last thing i saw, his body the light in his eyes. gone. gone away. i.. and yet, with his last words, he collapsed to his side, coughing up blood, and his chest rose and fell one last time before the light in his eyes faded. his noble attempt to come back from the horrors that he had seen to announce to the clan was recognizable. praise worthy. he was a noble and loyal cat, one that anyone would have been proud to witness, proud to know. his story, the one that rested on the final breath of his lips would be one passed down--
that of a tabby warrior who stood by his leader until his last breath, desperately running, passing through the territories. and the rest of windclan watched, silently. the message of pipitpelt's words rang through the camp:
the promise of future chaos.