Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2018 16:04:59 GMT -5
Frostkit
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
As quietly as a mouse, a young Riverclan tom stepped lightly through the snow, being extra careful as to not tread on any cats toes or tails. Frostkit was weaving his way through the crowd of Shadowcllaners to reach the fallen tree Windclan had claimed as their camp for the night, having just returned from an open thicket where he had been stargazing. Night time had always been a peaceful time for Frostkit, and was probably his preferred time of day. It was nice to see the cats around him finally resting at ease as they walked in the world of dreams.
As the pale blue tom reached his destination, Frostkit carefully closed his teeth around the stems of shriveled leaves that had stubbornly remained attached to the dead limb. He gathered enough of them so that he could layer them onto the snow, forming a protective barrier between his warm belly and the frigid snow below. It was nowhere near as warm or comfortable as the moss nests back in Windclans camp, but at least he wouldn't wake stiff due to the cold leeching the warmth from his limbs.
As the tom settled into his makeshift nest, his bobbed tail wiggled slightly as if it were trying to snake around him protectively. He rested his chin lightly on his paws and, with a final glance around him, closed his eyes to drift off to sleep.
Icy blue eyes fluttered open as Frostkit parted his jaws in a yawn, still bleary-eyed as he stretched his paws in front of him. It felt like he had only just laid down his head, yet dawn had already arrived. As Frostkits tired eyes finally began to come into focus, the shorthaired tom felt his body began to stiffen with unease. This wasn't the same forest he had just been in. In fact... Frostkit found himself rising on shaking legs. The leaves he had been laying on were gone and replaced with grass. Craning his neck to each side confirmed that, in fact, all the snow had melted away. The tom parted his jaws slightly to exhale a terrified breath, only to inhale the humid Greenleaf air. What was happening? Where was he? Was he dead? Was this... Starclan?
"Do not worry, my child," A soft feminine voice sounded from behind him. The voice sounded... familiar, yet he couldn't place it, nor could he hide the terrified expression that overtook his features as he slowly lifted his gaze to view the she-cat who appeared before him. She was a pale white, almost to the point of being transparent, and clusters of stars dusted her short fur. She looked as if she held an entire galaxy in her fur, and Frostkit felt calm in her presence. She was beautiful.
"I brought some cats who wish to meet you, Frostkit," the queen said with a purr, using her narrow face to gesture to the bushes she had just exited. Two very tiny kittens scrambled out, their movements clumsy and full of excitement. They appeared to be very young, only about a moon old based on their size. "This is Whitekit," The she-cat gestured to the kitten who looked most like her, apart from the kittens fuller coat. "And this," she meowed, using her slim tail to point to a tom who shared a similar blue hue to Frostkit. "This is Winterkit. Do you recognize them?"
Before Frostkit even had a chance to respond, the two kittens were bounding towards him. They squeaked and squealed as they tumbled over their paws and pressed their noses against his fur. Normally, a nervous tom like Frostkit would be beside himself in fear, but these cats were familiar to him. Their sounds, their scents... these were his siblings. This was his mother, Snowbird, the same cat who had told him to seek out Windclan.
Lowering his head, Frostkit brushed his cheek across his littermates head, the corse surface of his tongue passing over their fuzzy heads as he whispered and purred words of affection to them. As the kittens continued to play at his paws, Frostkit raised his gaze to Snowbird once more, fixing his mother with a look mixed with pain and unyielding love. "Why am I here?" Frostkit asked, his voice low and nervous. "Has something happened? ... Am I okay?"
"Of course you are," Snowbird responded with a delighted laugh, moving closer to Frostkit so she could look at him more closely. "You're quite skinny, but you're growing up so fast. I'm sure you'll even hit a growth spurt soon," his mother teased with a brush of her tail. "You and your Clan are well, you're on the right path home and Starclan is traveling alongside you. That is not why we've come tonight, however." Fixing her son with a smile, Snowbird raised a brow at him. "You do not wish to start your warrior training, do you Frostkit?" Seeing the sheepish expression flash across her son's face, Snowbird chuckled once again. "My only living son," Snowbird purred as she touched her nose to Frostkits. "I've watched you grow into a tom who wants nothing more than to help those around him, even if you find it difficult to find your voice. Starclan has chosen you, my dear. Fawnstep needs your help."
"A-are you saying..." Frostkit murmured to Snowbird, "I'm supposed to become... become-" "Windclan's medicine cat apprentice, yes." Snowbird finished his sentence, pressing her nose to Frostkits head. Instantly Frostkits tail flicked up, his fur standing on edge as information practically flashed in front of his eyes. Basic herbs, where they grew, what they were used for- everything he would need to know to get his Clan through this harsh winter.
Rising to her paws, Snowbird curled her tail around Whitekit and Winterkit, lifting the small kittens away from Frostkit. "We must be going now, say goodbye to your brother you two." As if on cue, the two balls of fluff began to chatter away. "Good luck, Frostkit!" Winterkit chirped. "Bye-bye! See you soon," Whitekit mewed cheerfully.
"W-wait!" Frostkit cried as his mother and siblings began to walk away, seeming to fade into nothingness as they went. "W-why did you give me this knowledge- what am I supposed to do next?" He questioned, suddenly feeling alone as his only family left him alone in the windswept hills Windclan had always called home.
"Mother!"
Frostkit awoke with a gasp, his eyes blown wide as he looked around. He was back in what remained of Windclan, tucked beside the fallen tree while the stars still twinkled brightly in the black sky above him. Had that really just happened? Had his mother- his brother and sister- was he really chosen to become a medicine cat?
Much like in his dream, Frostkit found himself rising onto his shaking paws. He had to tell Mush- no. No, Mushroomstar wouldn't listen to him right now. Not to mention, if Frostkit woke him in the middle of the night... no. He'd have to tell... Fawnstep! Of course, she was the medicine cat, after all, she'd know exactly what to do.
Frostkit wasted no time in navigating the sleeping bodies around him."Fawnstep!" Frostkit whispered, not wanting to wake the other cats around him. "Fawnstep?" Frostkit echoed, finally spotting the tan and white she-cat where she was curled tightly in on herself. It was... unnatural to see her without Lavenderpaw by her side, but Frostkit knew he couldn't leave a message this important to wait until after the molly had finished mourning, no matter how much he might want to. Frostkit walked over to the pair, using one of his shaking paws to gently prod at Fawnsteps shoulder. "I-I'm sorry, please! Wake up..."
As the pale blue tom reached his destination, Frostkit carefully closed his teeth around the stems of shriveled leaves that had stubbornly remained attached to the dead limb. He gathered enough of them so that he could layer them onto the snow, forming a protective barrier between his warm belly and the frigid snow below. It was nowhere near as warm or comfortable as the moss nests back in Windclans camp, but at least he wouldn't wake stiff due to the cold leeching the warmth from his limbs.
As the tom settled into his makeshift nest, his bobbed tail wiggled slightly as if it were trying to snake around him protectively. He rested his chin lightly on his paws and, with a final glance around him, closed his eyes to drift off to sleep.
Icy blue eyes fluttered open as Frostkit parted his jaws in a yawn, still bleary-eyed as he stretched his paws in front of him. It felt like he had only just laid down his head, yet dawn had already arrived. As Frostkits tired eyes finally began to come into focus, the shorthaired tom felt his body began to stiffen with unease. This wasn't the same forest he had just been in. In fact... Frostkit found himself rising on shaking legs. The leaves he had been laying on were gone and replaced with grass. Craning his neck to each side confirmed that, in fact, all the snow had melted away. The tom parted his jaws slightly to exhale a terrified breath, only to inhale the humid Greenleaf air. What was happening? Where was he? Was he dead? Was this... Starclan?
"Do not worry, my child," A soft feminine voice sounded from behind him. The voice sounded... familiar, yet he couldn't place it, nor could he hide the terrified expression that overtook his features as he slowly lifted his gaze to view the she-cat who appeared before him. She was a pale white, almost to the point of being transparent, and clusters of stars dusted her short fur. She looked as if she held an entire galaxy in her fur, and Frostkit felt calm in her presence. She was beautiful.
"I brought some cats who wish to meet you, Frostkit," the queen said with a purr, using her narrow face to gesture to the bushes she had just exited. Two very tiny kittens scrambled out, their movements clumsy and full of excitement. They appeared to be very young, only about a moon old based on their size. "This is Whitekit," The she-cat gestured to the kitten who looked most like her, apart from the kittens fuller coat. "And this," she meowed, using her slim tail to point to a tom who shared a similar blue hue to Frostkit. "This is Winterkit. Do you recognize them?"
Before Frostkit even had a chance to respond, the two kittens were bounding towards him. They squeaked and squealed as they tumbled over their paws and pressed their noses against his fur. Normally, a nervous tom like Frostkit would be beside himself in fear, but these cats were familiar to him. Their sounds, their scents... these were his siblings. This was his mother, Snowbird, the same cat who had told him to seek out Windclan.
Lowering his head, Frostkit brushed his cheek across his littermates head, the corse surface of his tongue passing over their fuzzy heads as he whispered and purred words of affection to them. As the kittens continued to play at his paws, Frostkit raised his gaze to Snowbird once more, fixing his mother with a look mixed with pain and unyielding love. "Why am I here?" Frostkit asked, his voice low and nervous. "Has something happened? ... Am I okay?"
"Of course you are," Snowbird responded with a delighted laugh, moving closer to Frostkit so she could look at him more closely. "You're quite skinny, but you're growing up so fast. I'm sure you'll even hit a growth spurt soon," his mother teased with a brush of her tail. "You and your Clan are well, you're on the right path home and Starclan is traveling alongside you. That is not why we've come tonight, however." Fixing her son with a smile, Snowbird raised a brow at him. "You do not wish to start your warrior training, do you Frostkit?" Seeing the sheepish expression flash across her son's face, Snowbird chuckled once again. "My only living son," Snowbird purred as she touched her nose to Frostkits. "I've watched you grow into a tom who wants nothing more than to help those around him, even if you find it difficult to find your voice. Starclan has chosen you, my dear. Fawnstep needs your help."
"A-are you saying..." Frostkit murmured to Snowbird, "I'm supposed to become... become-" "Windclan's medicine cat apprentice, yes." Snowbird finished his sentence, pressing her nose to Frostkits head. Instantly Frostkits tail flicked up, his fur standing on edge as information practically flashed in front of his eyes. Basic herbs, where they grew, what they were used for- everything he would need to know to get his Clan through this harsh winter.
Rising to her paws, Snowbird curled her tail around Whitekit and Winterkit, lifting the small kittens away from Frostkit. "We must be going now, say goodbye to your brother you two." As if on cue, the two balls of fluff began to chatter away. "Good luck, Frostkit!" Winterkit chirped. "Bye-bye! See you soon," Whitekit mewed cheerfully.
"W-wait!" Frostkit cried as his mother and siblings began to walk away, seeming to fade into nothingness as they went. "W-why did you give me this knowledge- what am I supposed to do next?" He questioned, suddenly feeling alone as his only family left him alone in the windswept hills Windclan had always called home.
"Mother!"
Frostkit awoke with a gasp, his eyes blown wide as he looked around. He was back in what remained of Windclan, tucked beside the fallen tree while the stars still twinkled brightly in the black sky above him. Had that really just happened? Had his mother- his brother and sister- was he really chosen to become a medicine cat?
Much like in his dream, Frostkit found himself rising onto his shaking paws. He had to tell Mush- no. No, Mushroomstar wouldn't listen to him right now. Not to mention, if Frostkit woke him in the middle of the night... no. He'd have to tell... Fawnstep! Of course, she was the medicine cat, after all, she'd know exactly what to do.
Frostkit wasted no time in navigating the sleeping bodies around him."Fawnstep!" Frostkit whispered, not wanting to wake the other cats around him. "Fawnstep?" Frostkit echoed, finally spotting the tan and white she-cat where she was curled tightly in on herself. It was... unnatural to see her without Lavenderpaw by her side, but Frostkit knew he couldn't leave a message this important to wait until after the molly had finished mourning, no matter how much he might want to. Frostkit walked over to the pair, using one of his shaking paws to gently prod at Fawnsteps shoulder. "I-I'm sorry, please! Wake up..."
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