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Post by Thunderstruck on Sept 12, 2014 0:32:49 GMT
Falling leaves. That's all that caught Boltfang's eye. The wind carried colors of red and gold, green, orange even brown was among the fluttering site. Boltfang had found a spot in the sun that was hidden from site. A small cluster of bushes had become his home, from the outside it looked like a thick wall of green, with occasional reds and yellows from flowers that dotted the makeshift wall. However a trained cat could clearly see that their was more to the bush than just it's existence. Boltfang was hidden away, for in the center of the cluster of bushes, was an open area, it wasn't very big, but it was enough for two or three full grown cats to take a nap in the sun without being seen. And lucky for Boltfang, he was the only one around. With a sigh and a shift of his head, he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 12, 2014 0:41:14 GMT
The scent came first. A sweet, motherly scent. One that would immediately be recognized by the tom she was going to see. Her eyes stared down at him as he slept. He looked peaceful, even for the rugged looking cat he was now. She could remember spending the days with him back in Duskclan. Fur brushed against fur, hers being as soft as ever. She placed a paw on his shoulder. It was a gentle touch, but one that should wake him up fairly easily.
"Boltfang... wake up," she whispered in his ear.
Black and white fur touched black and white fur. Her green eyes gentle. She didn't look like the cat she had been. She looked strong, relaxed even. A smile on her beautiful face as she stared down at the tom she had loved, back when she was alive.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Sept 12, 2014 1:53:52 GMT
Boltfang's eyes shot open, but he didn't move, His breathing halted too. Someone had found him, but who? He didn't want to look.
So this is how I die... Do I look at them? Do I want to know who's finally come to end me? Is it Duskblaze? Does he hate me that much? Maybe it's Snowheart, maybe she blames me for Stormclan falling. Did Ravenmist finally decide she doesn't want me to live?
Do I just lay here and wait to die?
....
In one quick move Boltfang extended his claws and twisted to meet his attacker when he caught the face. Boltfang's stomach felt like he just ate crowfood. The scent filled his mind with memories of warm nights watching stars, and cold mornings huddled close together. The smile that was on the cats face filled Boltfang with a warm sense of calm. Slowly, he lowered his paw to the ground and turned to face the cat.
"Fernheart...."
Something else clicked in Boltfang's head. Quickly he began to lick his fur, trying to clean himself. He must look like walking death! It was in vain, however. Boltfang;s eyes caught her's once more and he stopped.
"I probably look like an idiot, don't I?"
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 12, 2014 2:47:55 GMT
The she-cat purred softly at her mate. Her fur shone like the stars in the night sky. Starclan had been silent for so long, she hadn't been allowed to talk to him. To comfort him. She had only been able to watch as he destroyed himself mentally, emotionally, and physically. Almost like when she found him in Birchclan's old camp... the thought was quickly pushed away from the beautiful she-cat's mind.
"No, no. You're just as handsome as ever in my eyes. You just have to take care of yourself better, love," he purred, touching her nose to his. There was the playfulness in her eyes. The energetic she-cat she had been when she was with him. There was something else now, though. Something that hadn't been there before. Peace. She was no longer worrying about the stressful life of a warrior. She was hunting with Starclan now.
"Starclan is beginning to speak now. I've come to tell you a few things. I've been watching you since the war. You don't need to destroy yourself. The old ways aren't gone forever," she spoke. Her eyes began to glow for a moment.
"The fallen will rise again. Old will become new. New will change the forest forever."
Her eyes stopped glowing. She shook for a moment. That was the first prophecy she had ever delivered. And she wasn't the only one delivering it. She knew many Starclan cats were about to speak to others about what was foretold.
"Boltfang, you must listen to me now. Not all of our kits died during the war. One still lives. Granitekit. He doesn't remember who he is. Please, for our family, find him. Help him remember our family," she mewed, nuzzling his cheek for a moment.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Sept 12, 2014 3:15:54 GMT
Boltfang sighed and let his eyes close as his nose touched Fernheart's. He opened them again as she spoke of Starclan. So she was watching him, now he felt even worse. Boltfang's heart grew heavy as he thought about the war, and everything he cost his clan.
"Change the forest, forever...."
Boltfang blinked as Fernheart spoke about their son. His eyes shined for a moment before they returned to their saddened state.
"This was easier when..... When I still had you..."
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 12, 2014 3:23:30 GMT
She purred. "Things will get easier, Boltfang. Do not ignore the prophecy I have given you, dear. Be wary and find our kit. Teach him the ways of a warrior, so that he may be one himself," she mewed. She began to fade slowly. Her eyes saddened for a second. "I'll be watching over you, love. I'll always be with you, although you may feel doubtful. We'll meet again," she meowed.
She was then gone, no longer next to the tom she loved.
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