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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 11:48 pm
[This is a fanfiction a friend of mine is writing. However, she's been sending little bits for me to edit for her, so here these little edited bits are. You are more than welcome to read this, just do not post. If you like, I will create another thread just for comments on this in-progress fanfiction.
It's based on Warriors (all three series) so you may not understand it at first. I suggest you read Erin Hunter's Warriors, Warriors: The New Prophesy, and Warriors: The Power of Three before reading this, for important background information, and to make it eaiser to read.
~With all due respect,
Saint]
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 11:54 pm
Firestar's Eternal Doom The ginger tom slept uneasily, for this was not where he usually dreamt. Trees, taller than the four great oaks back at the old forest surrounded him now, dying, withering away in the vast darkness. The undergrowth nearly swallowed him whole. He shivered. What was this cursed place not even StarClan talked of? A peircing wind bit through his thin, summer coat, yet it was silent. The eerie silence frightened the brave tom, and suddenly it was broken by a familiar, if hated, voice.
"Welcome . . . to my nightmare," it hissed. The orange tom spun around to see a large rock, the entrance to a cave in the cliff that cut off the deathly quiet forest. He could barely make out two glowing orbs, the color of the sun. He shivered again, and hissed at the voice. A chucking sound, evil it was, greeted him in response. "Up," it commanded. The orbs grew larger, and he could now see two dark brown paws, far larger than his own. "You're dead on your paws!" the amused voice meowed at him. Indeed, the sun-colored tom was bleeding from many places, and his left hind leg felt broken. Where was his daughter? Where was he?
As if having heard his thoughts, the voice said, "Oh, you'll be leaving soon enough, to have the job finished," the twisted amusment and victorious tone of the voice irked him. "Get up, I thought I said." The firey tom gritted his teeth and stood, baring is teeth at the orbs. He wasn't going to back down from any challenge! "Good, I see you've finally gotten some brains," it meowed, stepping forward out of the dreary cave. A shadow passed over the two, then moonlight filtered in, revealing the cat of his nightmares. He was a large, strong dark brown tabby tom withimpossibly large paws and claw to match. The other tom's menacing amber eyes peirced through the red tom's pelt, sending a multitude of cold shivers down his furry spine. The brown tom gracefully stepped down from the rock, padding atop the dry leaves making not a sound, "But you're still a rotten kittypet, I notice," the horrible tom sneered, clawing at the other tom's muzzle.
He awoke, breathing heavily, in his den. His breathing slowed, his eyes shut. It was just a nightmare. And then he noticed something warm was trickling down his muzzle. His eyes shot wide. It hadn't been a dream at all, or had it? A shadow passed over him, and he turned around, his face frozen in a silent yowl of hatred and betrayal.
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"How?" he could not even complete his sentance, he was so horrified by the tom standing above him. The firery red tom was easily pinned to the dusty floor in his state of shock. This tom, this cat he'd been so worried about when the tom was a kit, he'd mentored him himself. The one cat who'd proven his loyalty to his Clan, to his leader, more times than any cat could count. His deputy was here to 'finish the job'. "Think of your kits, your mate!" he hissed through clenched jaws. The tom, that menacing, huge tom, was slowly peircing his gigatic claw into his neck, making him gasp for breath.
And then it was over. He was unpinned, the claw gone from his ginger, blood-stained neck. "I don't have to," the dark tabby snarled, padding backwards out of the den, into the moonlit camp. For a second's pause, he was back in the horrifying forest, his worst fear looming dargerously from the cave. To the left of his deputy was his daughter, much like himself. His kin, such a sweet she-cat, glanced up at her father with proud, triumphant green eyes. She was standing above her firery mother, the older she-cat's belly pouring out blood. Three other kits were mewling beside the dead she-cat. The leader wrenched his eyes from the horrible sight, only to find something just as terrible on his deputy's right. His mate, his love, was bleeding into the dirt ground, her grandson's flaming coat looming above her waiting for the right moment to finish off the weak she-cat.
"Firestar!" she whispered before taking her last breath. The tom broke her neck unmercifully.
"No," he murmured, "No!" he whispered, "This cannot be!" And then his deputy was beside him.
"Come look, dear Firestar, at the destruction your kin have wrought," his mocking voice meowed, leading the older tom from the camp. Not minutes later, they chanced upon a badger cave. Outside the cave was a pale gray tom, leaning over a mangled light brown tabby body. He gasped, and the young tom looked up at his with jay blue eyes, mournful, but victorious. Once more, Firestar was back in the terrible forest, the nightmare happening yet again. "No!" he yowled, as a feirce paw collided with his bleeding face.
The once great tom was no more. Lost to his worst fears, and most vivid nightmares.
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Firestar awoke after what seemed like days. He was atop the cliff, he figured, that he'd dreamed so long ago. The forest was behind him, towards the setting moon, and a huge wall of mist - rain? - was before him, towards the rising sun. What was on the other side? The ginger tom padded forward, to tap the wall of gray. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," a voice said omniously. It didn't sound like the other voice, Tigerstar's voice. But who did it belong to? His memories were fuzzed, only remembering clearly the driving ambition to rule in former leader's place. "Hmmm, my father was right. You do seem to have gotten some brains since the last time I saw you. Weak, pathetic. Perhaps it was a good thing you lived. Maybe not." The voice was moving behind him now. Firestar whipped around to see dark brown paws. The way the moonlight drifted about them, they looked just like his deputy's paws.
"Brambleclaw!" he gasped, shocked, yet uneasily pleased by the idea his deputy was dead. The cat padded forward, revealing cold, ice blue eyes peering down at the mossy floor of the cliff they stood upon.
"No," the tom muttered, "Hawkfrost." He then lifted his gaze, locking eyes with the dead leader of ThunderClan. The cold eyes were obviously amused, if slightly irritated. "You never get it right, do you?" the brown tom padded forward to sit a fox-length away from the ginger tom. "Must be that kittypet blood. Dilutes the warrior in every cat, I suppose."
"I was a wonderful leader for ThunderClan!" Firestar protested, anger pumping through his veins. The other tom chuckled.
"Was. It's my brother's turn now." Hawkfrost smiled, distorted by the moon, the smile seemed more like an angry scowl. "Let's see how well he does, with the power of three on his side." As Firestar looked up at the moon, he could barely make out three stars, settling quite close to the cresent silver sliver.
"No!" he gasped as images of Hollypaw, Jaypaw, and Lionpaw filled his mind. How they murdered his loved ones, how the blind apprentice slaughtered him . . . "NO!" he yowled, meeted eeriely by his agony in the echoes of his howl of pain.
"Oh, yes. You see, Firestar, the kin of your kin will have the power to bring the forest to it's knees, but not yet. Two more must become apprentices before the trio is complete!" Hawkfrost hissed, knowingly. "I must go now. My father wishes to see you alone, kittypet," the tom snarled, padding backwards off the cliff.
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Firestar watched the RiverClan tom go. He sighed, waiting for the enevitable. "Hello. Is it really true you feared me, even after I died?" a tom sneered, coming into the dimmed light. The orange tom spun around, to stare at his tormetor. "As well you should have," Tigerstar continued, "but even I did not expect your own kin to come up with this brilliant plan." He padded to the ginger tom, sitting two mouse-lengths away from him. "Ah, yes, Jaypaw. Most intelligent for his age, don't you think?" Firestar barred his teeth in a snarl. "What makes you think I can hurt you here?" Tigerstar flicked his tail in various directions to emphasize the entire frightening, dying forest. "No, no. You need not fear me anymore . . ." The dark tom pulled his lips back in a twisted smile, "But," he meowed as figures appeared through the light mist which had surrounded the two toms upon the mossy cliff, "you might want to fear them." The figures came fully into veiw.
Darkflower, Brokenstar, Darkstripe, Scourge, Bone, Mudclaw, Russetfur, Hawkfrost and even Sasha were amongst the league of cats that poured in around them. "Or rather, what they will do to a weak kittypet, such as yourself." The large tom slipped away into the crowd, blending in with the menacing stares. Firestar tried to run, but he was surrounded, all but the rickety edge of the cliff. Hawkfrost did it, why can't I? He had no choice in the matter. Jump, or get ripped apart by bloodthirsty cats. Firestar leaped off the cliff just as a paw, claws extended, reached out for his pelt.
He fell, and fell, and fell, and fell, until he was certain there was no bottom and then . . . "AGH!" Flames leapt up to burn through his thick firery coat, his white flesh, his thin, tired muscles. Everything felt alive with fire, burning horribly. Firestar was aware of every single part of his body, regardless whether he knew it was there before. A face, barely distinguishable through the flames, appeared from the cliff.
"I was going to catch you, kittypet, but you are just too bent on spending eternity in horrible, agonizing pain!" Tigerstar's cold voice could just be heard over the crackling roar of the flames. The edges of Firestar's vision were begining to fade into blackness . . .
Later, when he awoke, he could not pry open his eyes, no matter how hard he tried, and wave after wave of agonizing pain sweapt through him every time he moved, whether it was as simple as breathing or not. He could still hear, though. He barely caught what was said. "Heh, heh, yeah. He's Firestar alright, going and burning himself to a crisp like that!" And then there was nothing as another wave of horrible agony ripped through him with darkness right behind.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:21 pm
[This is all good and all but this is not WHERE it belongs...]
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:38 pm
[Well then, move it. I thought people might want to read it . . .]
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:39 pm
[I will when there is a place for it. wink It is pretty good.]
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:42 pm
[Thank you. Mind if I use your posts for later chapters? wink ]
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:48 pm
[Hahaha not at all dear.]
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:02 pm
[Good, because I am a lazy bum who doesn't feel the need to click a few buttons to delete your posts. xd rofl ]
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:02 pm
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