Post by Sunsetfur on Nov 11, 2007 17:28:34 GMT -5
*drum roll*
AND HERE IT IS! The conclusion to Silverpool's trilogy, the Green Fire and Stormclouds Trilogy, as I've named it. This details the story of Eaglekit, son of Gorsethorn and Tigerflame, the next descendant sprung from the illicit love of Hawkwing and Silverpool. I had a bit of an idea for this story, and hope it'll turn out well. Thanks to everyone, TSF and WW, for their support of my stories. ;D ;D ;D Note to Tigerfur: I'd love to post this story on WW Archives, but this time I'd like to do it. I mean no offense whatsoever to you, but, seeing as this is my final part of these stories, I'd like to post it under my own account. Thank you so much for GD and GSBD!! Your support has been invaluable.
Prologue
Dreams of the Eagle
His face haunted me in the Seeing-water of StarClan, comforting and terrifying. I watched him grow, always fearing the day when his destiny would arise. Would his be like mine, or Tigerflame’s? History repeated itself often. Would he be a victim of forbidden love, to watch his mate die as perhaps a punishment? Or would he journey beyond our borders and return triumphant? Or perhaps, as Hawkwing often pointed out to me, his life would take him on paths unexplored by his mother, me, Dawninglight, or Hawkwing.
The pool shimmered with every color imaginable. It was blue-silver water, as any normal stream or pond would have, but it rippled without a touch from paw or pebble. And from the ripples sprang flickers of cold, watery light, lingering in the air for an instant before disappearing into the pool. There were delicate roses and palest reds, thin orange and sunny gold, flashing green, brightest blue to twilight violet and dusky shades of black and gray and brown. And sometimes they would move, take shape, and form into flickering pictures.
His face was there. Again and again it formed for a few moments in the Seeing-water. It was so clear and recognizable to me—his brown tabby fur, darker than his father Gorsethorn’s, and big amber eyes with tinges of green, one positioned a fraction higher than the other. He wasn’t the brightest cat, quite unlike his sister, but he was soft-hearted, unlike his brother, who was quick to argue and irritable. He wasn’t feisty or strong in battle, but more solitary, preferring to keep his problems and feelings to himself. Eaglekit was the unique one in the family.
And his destiny was beginning to be foretold.
Then there was Moonkit. She was the youngest and smartest of Tigerflame’s kits. Already she had caught the interest of the warriors, and many requests had gone out to Mistystar for mentorship. She was blissfully drinking it all in, for all the attention was for good reason: Moonkit had achieved catching a bird when she was five moons old, helped to track down Dawninglight’s daughter Birdpaw when the brown she-cat was lost as a kit, and invented a team game of keep-away with moss, using small stones to record the scores.
Sunkit was quite the opposite. He was the oldest kit of his litter, strong-willed and easy to irritate. He challenged the apprentices regardless of his age and size, and seemed to forget that he was indeed smaller than them. This probably was fed by the fact that he was the only tom of his age, except maybe for Graypaw, Morninglight’s son, who was several moons older. Oddly enough, Eaglekit was his best friend and ally, the two of them often pairing up against Moonkit their sister. She usually won their fights anyway.
I watched them, sometimes flitting down to stand beside them or simply watching Eaglekit’s face sometimes appear in the Seeing-water. And now, as I peered down into the prophetic pond, I saw him again, his small head and shoulders, silhouetted against a whirl of flames.
Would he be killed in a fire?
Was he doomed to die at the paws of a fiery cat?
Would he turn to evil?
Will he be consumed by the evils of another?
I had to do something…but what?
I arose from the water’s edge, and felt an involuntary shudder pass down my back. Quickly and quietly, I curled up to sleep beside the pool, letting my tail-tip rest in the colorful ripples. The water’s fire-image still crackled silently, and Eaglekit’s shape moved around in it frantically.
I opened my eyes, and saw the little brown shape of my youngest grandchild blinking sleepily, his eyes wide.
“Dawninglight? What is it?” He struggled to his paws. He was six moons old now, soon to be apprentices, but here he looked as young and vulnerable as a four-moon-old. He stumbled a bit nearer, and his big eyes flew wide, huge and confused. “Wait—you aren’t Dawninglight! And you don’t have Clan scent, either. Where am I?”
I rose, carefully keeping my tail in the water, peering down at the young cat. Indeed, he was very nearly the spitting image of Gorsethorn, but his fur had darkened from kithood to a rich, dusty brown, the color of sand beneath the water.
“Look in the water,” I told him, evading the questions.
“Tell me who you are,” he insisted, not moving from where he was crouched.
I sighed. “I am Silverpool, your mother’s mother, and you are in StarClan.”
He visibly started, looking around wildly, taking in the faint trees, the sparkling rivers of stars. “But—but why am I here?”
“Look into the water,” I insisted, “and you will see.”
Eaglekit shot another glance around him, watching me mistrustfully. He slunk over to the Seeing-water and I glided over beside him.
“Don’t touch it,” I told him quickly.
“Why not?”
“The living must never touch the Seeing-water of StarClan,” I meowed softly. “It is infused with great and terrible power beyond measure. The mortal would be consumed by it.”
He frowned, and carefully stretched his head out over the splashing pool and looked down into its depths.
The water, which had been depicting a yellow tabby climbing in a tree, immediately began to ripple and change. It flashed through half-assembled images of rock and tree, river and meadow, sun and snow. Finally the colored flashes slowed, revealing the same flickering picture I had beheld: Eaglekit, surrounded by flames.
He gasped, but the image changed again. Now it showed him sprinting alongside two unfamilier warriors across a barren meadow devoid of trees. Now it showed a darkened sky, and the pool’s eye swiveled up to the sun, which was little more than a red line in the sky…
Eaglekit was breathing fast.
The colors reformed, and the shapes of swooping eagles filled the watery sky, and fell upon two terrified cats below, one gray and the other golden-brown. Then the Tribe’s waterfall flashed into view, and a half-lit hole filled with white flowers, then a pair of evil eyes and another flash of silver.
And the flashing suddenly paused, frozen on the image of a small white cat, with a bent and broken body who lay among the roots of a weeping willow, its drapes cast about the pale, shivering shape.
I whisked my tail out of the water, and Eaglekit vanished. This corner of StarClan was silent once more, save for the Seeing-water’s constant rippling, its surface blank and unfathomable once more.
AND HERE IT IS! The conclusion to Silverpool's trilogy, the Green Fire and Stormclouds Trilogy, as I've named it. This details the story of Eaglekit, son of Gorsethorn and Tigerflame, the next descendant sprung from the illicit love of Hawkwing and Silverpool. I had a bit of an idea for this story, and hope it'll turn out well. Thanks to everyone, TSF and WW, for their support of my stories. ;D ;D ;D Note to Tigerfur: I'd love to post this story on WW Archives, but this time I'd like to do it. I mean no offense whatsoever to you, but, seeing as this is my final part of these stories, I'd like to post it under my own account. Thank you so much for GD and GSBD!! Your support has been invaluable.
Prologue
Dreams of the Eagle
His face haunted me in the Seeing-water of StarClan, comforting and terrifying. I watched him grow, always fearing the day when his destiny would arise. Would his be like mine, or Tigerflame’s? History repeated itself often. Would he be a victim of forbidden love, to watch his mate die as perhaps a punishment? Or would he journey beyond our borders and return triumphant? Or perhaps, as Hawkwing often pointed out to me, his life would take him on paths unexplored by his mother, me, Dawninglight, or Hawkwing.
The pool shimmered with every color imaginable. It was blue-silver water, as any normal stream or pond would have, but it rippled without a touch from paw or pebble. And from the ripples sprang flickers of cold, watery light, lingering in the air for an instant before disappearing into the pool. There were delicate roses and palest reds, thin orange and sunny gold, flashing green, brightest blue to twilight violet and dusky shades of black and gray and brown. And sometimes they would move, take shape, and form into flickering pictures.
His face was there. Again and again it formed for a few moments in the Seeing-water. It was so clear and recognizable to me—his brown tabby fur, darker than his father Gorsethorn’s, and big amber eyes with tinges of green, one positioned a fraction higher than the other. He wasn’t the brightest cat, quite unlike his sister, but he was soft-hearted, unlike his brother, who was quick to argue and irritable. He wasn’t feisty or strong in battle, but more solitary, preferring to keep his problems and feelings to himself. Eaglekit was the unique one in the family.
And his destiny was beginning to be foretold.
Then there was Moonkit. She was the youngest and smartest of Tigerflame’s kits. Already she had caught the interest of the warriors, and many requests had gone out to Mistystar for mentorship. She was blissfully drinking it all in, for all the attention was for good reason: Moonkit had achieved catching a bird when she was five moons old, helped to track down Dawninglight’s daughter Birdpaw when the brown she-cat was lost as a kit, and invented a team game of keep-away with moss, using small stones to record the scores.
Sunkit was quite the opposite. He was the oldest kit of his litter, strong-willed and easy to irritate. He challenged the apprentices regardless of his age and size, and seemed to forget that he was indeed smaller than them. This probably was fed by the fact that he was the only tom of his age, except maybe for Graypaw, Morninglight’s son, who was several moons older. Oddly enough, Eaglekit was his best friend and ally, the two of them often pairing up against Moonkit their sister. She usually won their fights anyway.
I watched them, sometimes flitting down to stand beside them or simply watching Eaglekit’s face sometimes appear in the Seeing-water. And now, as I peered down into the prophetic pond, I saw him again, his small head and shoulders, silhouetted against a whirl of flames.
Would he be killed in a fire?
Was he doomed to die at the paws of a fiery cat?
Would he turn to evil?
Will he be consumed by the evils of another?
I had to do something…but what?
I arose from the water’s edge, and felt an involuntary shudder pass down my back. Quickly and quietly, I curled up to sleep beside the pool, letting my tail-tip rest in the colorful ripples. The water’s fire-image still crackled silently, and Eaglekit’s shape moved around in it frantically.
I opened my eyes, and saw the little brown shape of my youngest grandchild blinking sleepily, his eyes wide.
“Dawninglight? What is it?” He struggled to his paws. He was six moons old now, soon to be apprentices, but here he looked as young and vulnerable as a four-moon-old. He stumbled a bit nearer, and his big eyes flew wide, huge and confused. “Wait—you aren’t Dawninglight! And you don’t have Clan scent, either. Where am I?”
I rose, carefully keeping my tail in the water, peering down at the young cat. Indeed, he was very nearly the spitting image of Gorsethorn, but his fur had darkened from kithood to a rich, dusty brown, the color of sand beneath the water.
“Look in the water,” I told him, evading the questions.
“Tell me who you are,” he insisted, not moving from where he was crouched.
I sighed. “I am Silverpool, your mother’s mother, and you are in StarClan.”
He visibly started, looking around wildly, taking in the faint trees, the sparkling rivers of stars. “But—but why am I here?”
“Look into the water,” I insisted, “and you will see.”
Eaglekit shot another glance around him, watching me mistrustfully. He slunk over to the Seeing-water and I glided over beside him.
“Don’t touch it,” I told him quickly.
“Why not?”
“The living must never touch the Seeing-water of StarClan,” I meowed softly. “It is infused with great and terrible power beyond measure. The mortal would be consumed by it.”
He frowned, and carefully stretched his head out over the splashing pool and looked down into its depths.
The water, which had been depicting a yellow tabby climbing in a tree, immediately began to ripple and change. It flashed through half-assembled images of rock and tree, river and meadow, sun and snow. Finally the colored flashes slowed, revealing the same flickering picture I had beheld: Eaglekit, surrounded by flames.
He gasped, but the image changed again. Now it showed him sprinting alongside two unfamilier warriors across a barren meadow devoid of trees. Now it showed a darkened sky, and the pool’s eye swiveled up to the sun, which was little more than a red line in the sky…
Eaglekit was breathing fast.
The colors reformed, and the shapes of swooping eagles filled the watery sky, and fell upon two terrified cats below, one gray and the other golden-brown. Then the Tribe’s waterfall flashed into view, and a half-lit hole filled with white flowers, then a pair of evil eyes and another flash of silver.
And the flashing suddenly paused, frozen on the image of a small white cat, with a bent and broken body who lay among the roots of a weeping willow, its drapes cast about the pale, shivering shape.
I whisked my tail out of the water, and Eaglekit vanished. This corner of StarClan was silent once more, save for the Seeing-water’s constant rippling, its surface blank and unfathomable once more.