Post by kiwawa on Apr 27, 2009 16:14:45 GMT -8
The sun was high in the sky, sparkling brightly in the crisp autumn air as its rays cascaded down on the forest below, giving the multi-colored leaves a sheen, and making the river seem star-filled. Grey paws with an orange tinge padded slow, but with force as a young kit with warm brown eyes looked on with a sour expression, tail lashing. The speckles of gold that accompanied the red ones, stood out in the glossy coat as the sun shone, and lanky muscles rippled as the paws stepped to the river's bank. There was silence, and the tom gazed ahead with a scrunched nose, his whole body bristling. Birds chirped to one another, and prey scuttled beneath the fallen leaves quickly, in search of food to store before the harsh conditions of winter came to stay for many moons.
The kit was angry, his soft eyes glimmering with anger as he sat, letting his fur begin to relax as he groomed his dainty paw with a long pink tongue. His brother, Lemonkit, had surprised him again, which didn't bother him, but not only did his sibling do this, but he had bitten his ear, hard. It was still sore and red where marks were made as the young cat began to draw his paw over it with gentleness, it stinging at the touch. He snorted, and shook his grey pelt with gold and red speckles, before laying on the cool grassy ground where his orange-tinged belly lay flat. His paws were outstretched and his pointed head straight up, gazing into the river's icy depths to watch the fish of many colors glide over the pebbles.
He was becoming soothed, his eyes slitting in relaxation and soon closing for a minute, the sun warming his pelt and overwhelming him in a sensation of peace. His also speckled tail with an orange-tinged tip flicked subconsciously at said tip, it slow and rhythmic while his muscles relaxed more.
This was his favorite spot to come to when mad, it easily soothing his senses and returning him to his normal, non-talking self. He was also extremely tired today, which lead to him soon falling into a slumber at the river's edge, and giving him pleasent dreams. It had been so long since he had a good rest, the sounds of the night and his uncle returning home from each hunt he had. He couldn't help it, he was a very light sleeper, and once he was up he couldn't get back to sleep, and ever since his uncle had decided to have a midnight hunt, he was exhausted. But he didn't blame him, he loved his family dearly and would always greet his uncle with a swish of his tail, before he would return to his curled position in between his sister, Flutterkit and his brother Lemonkit, while his other brother, the youngest of the four named Bumblekit, would snooze next to Flutterkit, who was the second eldest.
He was the eldest, but that didn't bother him, he didn't feel any power over his younger siblings nor did he ever boss them around, he never spoke, how could he? He was still sleeping soundly, the moment of bliss helping him much as he finally had some alone time after a few days. His dream was odd, it somewhat shocking and mysterious:
"Where...Where am I?" he called, for the first time in his tiny life talking, and he stood to take the whole place into view before him. There was a noise from the brush, causing him to jump and glance warily around the meadow overcome by night, billions and billions of stars glittering overhead. A soft ginger-furred cat padded out, her eyes a gentle green as she sat before the kit with a motherly glance.
He blinked in surprise and uncertainty, taking a few steps back while looking at the feline with slight fear. This she-cat had his mother's fur, only not as bright by far and little less orange but ginger. He gazed into her green eyes with his own brown ones, that were filled with innocence as he was silent. The she-cat continued to smile, and sat slowly in case to not scare him anymore. She seemed to have good intensions, and this slightly calmed the multi-colored tom, and he sat with slightly flat fur.
"Greetings little Twitterkit," she called, eyes bright and a smile across her muzzle. He blinked in surprise and stood once more, mistrust returning to his gaze,"How do you know of my name?" He was not at all surprised he could speak, because he knew he could, but he would only talk to himself when he was counting the flowers or fish, but never around his family and other cats, and he had intended to keep it that way until he came here, where he couldn't help but speak.
"No need to be frightened dear Twitterkit, I am an old friend of your grandmother's, Clawwind," she spoke once again, not making a move to try and stop the kit,"I am Silverstar, leader of Spiritclan, a clan very far from the ones around you." His eyes clouded with confusion, but he seemed to relax when he heard a relative's name. He sat, and watched the cat once more,"What's a clan?"
"That's why I'm here, to explain what that is to you," she softly replied with laughter dancing in her gaze and she calmly stood, swishing her tail for him to follow. As he did, the scene began to change, causing him to jump as they were suddenly in an unfamiliar forest to him. He stood in shock as he saw his grandmother at a much younger age, and talking to the cat that was right next to him.
"I don't think I'll be able to find a better warrior, let alone deputy," Silverstar spoke, her green eyes sad as she gazed at her best friend. Clawwind only giggled, her eyes deep blue, showing her sadness, and happily replied,"Oh nonsense Silverstar, I'm sure there are plenty of cats that could help you with Spiritclan." Both the cats laughed gently, and Twitterkit watched in utter amazement. They soon stopped, both their eyes sad as there was a moment of silence.
"What about the kits....they need a father," continued Silverstar, who seemed to be making excused. Clawwind noticed and smiled, touching noses with her friend kindly,"It'll be fine, I'll just treat them like any other kit I take in. With Foxtooth gone and no family left here for me, what's the point in staying?"
Foxtooth, who's Foxtooth, could he be my grandfather? Twitterkit thought, as he silenced his thoughts to watch the conversation. There was silence, and a tear fell from Silverstar's gaze as she touched noses with her friend one last time, before returning into the brush that made the entrance to her clan. Clawwind sighed and watched her go, before turning to the forest before her.
"Well, so long Spiritclan, new home here I come!" she mewed determinedly, before slinking off with her plump belly sinking on the ground. The kit blinked in amazement, and turned to find Silverstar gone, causing him to look around bewildered. In a flash the scene was gone, and everything went bright white as his eyes shot wide open. He stood, and turned in ever direction in search of the cat. He blinked and sat, muttering to himself,Could that have been just a dream, or was it literally real? That she-cat was strange, it looked like she had stars glittering her pelt, like Starclan cats...But could she really have been a Starclan cat? And if so why talk to me?
He shook his pelt and gazed around, stepping to the edge of the river once more and taking in a few laps of the cool water, his heart racing as he returned to his spot and sat. I wonder what that whole clan thing was about, he continued,This all happened so sudden, like a dream...I wonder, I think I will keep this to myself and wait for Silverstar to return.
The kit was angry, his soft eyes glimmering with anger as he sat, letting his fur begin to relax as he groomed his dainty paw with a long pink tongue. His brother, Lemonkit, had surprised him again, which didn't bother him, but not only did his sibling do this, but he had bitten his ear, hard. It was still sore and red where marks were made as the young cat began to draw his paw over it with gentleness, it stinging at the touch. He snorted, and shook his grey pelt with gold and red speckles, before laying on the cool grassy ground where his orange-tinged belly lay flat. His paws were outstretched and his pointed head straight up, gazing into the river's icy depths to watch the fish of many colors glide over the pebbles.
He was becoming soothed, his eyes slitting in relaxation and soon closing for a minute, the sun warming his pelt and overwhelming him in a sensation of peace. His also speckled tail with an orange-tinged tip flicked subconsciously at said tip, it slow and rhythmic while his muscles relaxed more.
This was his favorite spot to come to when mad, it easily soothing his senses and returning him to his normal, non-talking self. He was also extremely tired today, which lead to him soon falling into a slumber at the river's edge, and giving him pleasent dreams. It had been so long since he had a good rest, the sounds of the night and his uncle returning home from each hunt he had. He couldn't help it, he was a very light sleeper, and once he was up he couldn't get back to sleep, and ever since his uncle had decided to have a midnight hunt, he was exhausted. But he didn't blame him, he loved his family dearly and would always greet his uncle with a swish of his tail, before he would return to his curled position in between his sister, Flutterkit and his brother Lemonkit, while his other brother, the youngest of the four named Bumblekit, would snooze next to Flutterkit, who was the second eldest.
He was the eldest, but that didn't bother him, he didn't feel any power over his younger siblings nor did he ever boss them around, he never spoke, how could he? He was still sleeping soundly, the moment of bliss helping him much as he finally had some alone time after a few days. His dream was odd, it somewhat shocking and mysterious:
"Where...Where am I?" he called, for the first time in his tiny life talking, and he stood to take the whole place into view before him. There was a noise from the brush, causing him to jump and glance warily around the meadow overcome by night, billions and billions of stars glittering overhead. A soft ginger-furred cat padded out, her eyes a gentle green as she sat before the kit with a motherly glance.
He blinked in surprise and uncertainty, taking a few steps back while looking at the feline with slight fear. This she-cat had his mother's fur, only not as bright by far and little less orange but ginger. He gazed into her green eyes with his own brown ones, that were filled with innocence as he was silent. The she-cat continued to smile, and sat slowly in case to not scare him anymore. She seemed to have good intensions, and this slightly calmed the multi-colored tom, and he sat with slightly flat fur.
"Greetings little Twitterkit," she called, eyes bright and a smile across her muzzle. He blinked in surprise and stood once more, mistrust returning to his gaze,"How do you know of my name?" He was not at all surprised he could speak, because he knew he could, but he would only talk to himself when he was counting the flowers or fish, but never around his family and other cats, and he had intended to keep it that way until he came here, where he couldn't help but speak.
"No need to be frightened dear Twitterkit, I am an old friend of your grandmother's, Clawwind," she spoke once again, not making a move to try and stop the kit,"I am Silverstar, leader of Spiritclan, a clan very far from the ones around you." His eyes clouded with confusion, but he seemed to relax when he heard a relative's name. He sat, and watched the cat once more,"What's a clan?"
"That's why I'm here, to explain what that is to you," she softly replied with laughter dancing in her gaze and she calmly stood, swishing her tail for him to follow. As he did, the scene began to change, causing him to jump as they were suddenly in an unfamiliar forest to him. He stood in shock as he saw his grandmother at a much younger age, and talking to the cat that was right next to him.
"I don't think I'll be able to find a better warrior, let alone deputy," Silverstar spoke, her green eyes sad as she gazed at her best friend. Clawwind only giggled, her eyes deep blue, showing her sadness, and happily replied,"Oh nonsense Silverstar, I'm sure there are plenty of cats that could help you with Spiritclan." Both the cats laughed gently, and Twitterkit watched in utter amazement. They soon stopped, both their eyes sad as there was a moment of silence.
"What about the kits....they need a father," continued Silverstar, who seemed to be making excused. Clawwind noticed and smiled, touching noses with her friend kindly,"It'll be fine, I'll just treat them like any other kit I take in. With Foxtooth gone and no family left here for me, what's the point in staying?"
Foxtooth, who's Foxtooth, could he be my grandfather? Twitterkit thought, as he silenced his thoughts to watch the conversation. There was silence, and a tear fell from Silverstar's gaze as she touched noses with her friend one last time, before returning into the brush that made the entrance to her clan. Clawwind sighed and watched her go, before turning to the forest before her.
"Well, so long Spiritclan, new home here I come!" she mewed determinedly, before slinking off with her plump belly sinking on the ground. The kit blinked in amazement, and turned to find Silverstar gone, causing him to look around bewildered. In a flash the scene was gone, and everything went bright white as his eyes shot wide open. He stood, and turned in ever direction in search of the cat. He blinked and sat, muttering to himself,Could that have been just a dream, or was it literally real? That she-cat was strange, it looked like she had stars glittering her pelt, like Starclan cats...But could she really have been a Starclan cat? And if so why talk to me?
He shook his pelt and gazed around, stepping to the edge of the river once more and taking in a few laps of the cool water, his heart racing as he returned to his spot and sat. I wonder what that whole clan thing was about, he continued,This all happened so sudden, like a dream...I wonder, I think I will keep this to myself and wait for Silverstar to return.
