Game News: Blackheart Rogues are taken over! ScarClan holds a Dragon Festival, Windclan is moving to a new land! Covenant pays tribute to their lost leader, Revivalstar, through a Greenleaf Harmony Festival! Meanwhile, Rushingclan is having an herb training session.
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My Plots and Clans
This is written by ❥ ¢ σ υ я α g є
A slight breeze cut through the air, droplets of rain falling against the sidewalk. Lightning flashed, beautiful to some, frightening to others. The storm raged on until only one thing interrupted it — a girl. She was racing down the street, looking back only once before continuing to run. Vehicles sped past, some going off to the side, and cursing at her; but the girl only ignored them, still running on.
"Kid! Get back here!" A driver screamed, seeing that she was in the middle of the road. But there was only one reason she never stopped; never glanced back. It was because of something that should've gone away long ago. A dark memory. It would never leave. When the slightest thought came to mind, it started, once again.
Blood spilled from her hands, now red. But the instructor wasn't finished yet. The whip came down once more, lashing her entire arm this time. Rose didn't dare even whimper, for fear something worse would happen. After sitting in her wooden desk once more, children stared at her, sorrow shining in their eyes. The small girl only turned her gaze towards the floor, hoping no one had seen the single tear, slowly falling onto the floor; as though frozen in time. Thoughts of running away had crossed her mind more than once, but she knew this was not the answer. After hearing of the disappearances, none of the orphans set foot outside of the shabby building. Sighing, Rose finally turned towards the blackboard where many words were written in small, elegant handwriting. Despite her throbbing arm, she returned to her schoolwork, not paying any attention to the horrid pain.
"Rose! What is the answer," A sharp voice called from the front, the woman's eyes boring into her,"I'm s-sorry. What was t-the question?" She stammered, trying desperately to make it seem that she was paying attention.
"The answer is nine-hundred," Answered a voice. But it wasn't the instructor's. Instead, it was a girl, with long black hair, green eyes. Obvious mockery was in her voice as the woman replied,"I was not asking you, Ember. Now, go. I expect an eight-hundred word essay for tomorrow. If not," She said with a sickly smile on her pursed lips. Ember only nodded before slamming the chair to the floor, and walking out the door.
Rose looked at her hands. Although she knew everyone would be excused any moment, the instructor would demand an answer from her. Luckily, the woman seemed too stunned to even reply, letting every child go. As they were walking through corridors to their separate rooms, a wail of agony sounded, echoing throughout the entire orphanage. Rose turned abruptly, eyes wide with shock as a girl was taken away, still screaming as she was pushed into a burlap sack. A man, wearing a costume of black, a white mask covering half of his scarred face, met her gaze, suddenly dropping the other girl. He made his way towards her, a sweet voice he had,"Come now." He said. Before she knew what was happening, blackness surrounded her. The small girl had been knocked out cold while the man ran, the instructor shouting after him.
Soon after awaking, a burning pain felt in her eye. She had been hit, left eye now bruised badly. When her gaze turned towards the man, a pill was in his hand,"Take it," He said, ushering the strange pill closer, and closer. Pushing it away, Rose stood, shakily, but stronger,"You're the kidnapper, aren't you?" She accused, backing away. The man came closer, suddenly holding a knife in one hand, the pill in the other,"Yes. Now, if you don't take the pill, you will be killed here, and now," He threatened, suddenly lunging forward. But the small girl was fast, dodging out of the way into a wall. Crawling towards her, he raised the knife, now so close to her neck, could kill her at any moment.
Rose felt just a bit of the blade before pushing away, sliding along the cement floor. Blood covered her hands, but it was not her own. The man in black was in a puddle of scarlet liquid. His own blood. The knife lay at his side as he tried to breath, but scarcely. Slowly, the life seemed to drain from him, as he was no longer a human being any longer. Seeing an exit door, she walked through, then ran, wondering whether or not the kidnapper had a conman as well. Racing through the streets, the blood still stained on her hands. A clock tower rang from above, echoing eerily as it ticked away, as if to her death. But, this, never came.
This is the memory. The memory of darkness that haunts Rose as she still runs, scared out of her wits. Everlasting.
This is written by мαиє σf fιяє
Amberwhisp to Amberstar~
It was leaf-bare, and the white, soft snow was glistening on the soft forest ground. A red-brown tabby cat was running through this beautiful wood. Her name was Amberwhisp, and she was the deputy of Cloudclan. Why do I have so much responsibility on my shoulders? Why can't Skystar have enough strength to lead gatherings? Why is Cloudclan in such terminal? Amberwhisp thought frantically. Her leader, Skystar, was going mad, right under her nose, and there was nothing she could do about it! The deputy knew she was going to have to fill that leader position up soon. Skystar was old, and tended to make risky choices and decisions. As Amberwhisp got into camp, she sensed tense commotion.
"What's going on?" The red tabby asked a senior warrior, Mountinclaw.
"Skystar has died just a little bit ago." The tom broke the grave news. He and Amberwhisp bowed their heads in respect. But in the back of her mind, Amberwhisp knew she would have to take over from here.
As she jumped on the Highmount, warriors and queens, apprentices and kits, even the elders, crowded around the mighty rock.
"As you know, our dear leader, Skystar, has passed into Starclan. Tonight, we will hold the vigil, and I will travel to the Cloudhigh, and receive my nine lives from Starclan." As she said this, a couple of very young warriors, Junglepelt and Nettleclaw, were more grave then most. They were the most close to Skystar, and he was also their grandfather. Skystar's mate, Oceanwave, was equally sad. "I know it is a tragic event, but I do have some good news for once. Our six moon year old kits are ready to become apprentices of Cloudclan. Brightkit, Arrowkit, please step forward. You are both ready to become appreciated apprentices of Cloudclan. Do you both agree to serve your mentors and the rest of the clan with respect?"
"I do." Brightkit said almost too cheerfully.
"I do." Arrowkit meowed a bit more solemnly.
"Brightkit, your mentor is myself." At this, the little ginger-and-white new apprentice jumped with delight. "And Arrowkit, i chose your mentor to be Junglepelt. I know you are a little young, Junglepelt, but you have learned a lot since you became a warrior, and you still remember whats its like to be a apprentice. I pronounce you two, Brightpaw and Arrrowpaw." She touched Brightpaw with her nose, as did he. Arrowpaw and Junglepelt had a little more trouble, but finally got the hang of it.
"Now, i should make the journey to Cloudhigh. Mooneyes will come with me." Amberwhisp meowed, closing the meeting. "We should leave now, Mooneyes?" The new leader said sadly.
"Yes, now we should leave if we want to get there on time." The medicine cat said, gathering needed supplies. "Lets go." Mooneyes lead the way out of the camp, with Amberwhisp following behind.
"Mooneyes, how many times have you appointed a new leader?" Amberwhisp asked, just trying to pass time while they walked.
"Oh, just Ivystar, Skystar, and now you." Mooneyes replied, not minding the questions.
"Can you tell me a little about the ceremony, to, you know, get me prepared?" The former deputy asked her trusted friend. Mooneyes tensed as she walked, but decided to let a little of the information go.
"It is the rule of the medicine cat code to not tell a word of what a leader's ceremony is like, but it wouldn't hurt if i told you what to prepare for. The leader's ceremony is a really special thing. Prepare for a lot of power, emotion, and overall happiness and some sadness. But that is all I can tell you from my knowledge." They had finally arrived at that sacred place to the cats. The Cloudhigh was a special cloud, that cats could walk on, and it always stayed in the same place. As Amberwhisp went to sleep, the surroundings began to replace with brilliant bright trees, and she immediately knew she was in Starclan. She saw the stars begin to move, and they began to approach to where Amberwhisp was seated.
"You have come here to receive your nine lives, have you?" They all seemed to say at once. Then, out of nowhere, Skystar stepped out of the crowd of cats. He looked young, with no gray hair on his muzzle, and all of his spunk put back into him. Skystar was covered in light, and padded over to Amberwhisp.
"My dear deputy, you have lead with me well. Now it's time for you to take on our clan, your clan, Cloudclan. I give you your first life. Lead well, my dear friend." He backed up, and several other loved cats came forward. At last, at her ninth life, her dead mother, Yellowflower, stepped forward. Amberwhisp gasped, and purred, delight in her eyes.
"You have grown up so well, my daughter. I do wish I could be there with you to see it more clearly. I give you your ninth life, and your leader name. Amberwhisp, you will now be called Amberstar." All the Starclan cats cheered her name, and all the sudden, she was awake at the Cloudhigh.
Amberstar, now her muzzle grey from experience and stress, looked at her loving mate, Mousetail. Then the leader glanced at her trusted deputy, Mountinclaw. He was a excellent deputy, always ready for whats coming next. There are my two kits, now grown to warriors, Breezethread and Stripepelt. This was a good life, and i have really enjoyed it, but it is now time to let Mountinclaw lead Cloudclan, and become Mountinstar. I know Mousetail will miss me, but he is getting quite old himself, and will be joining me soon after i join Starclan. Amberstar thought as she slowly made her way to her den, and collapsed.
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