Post by Moonstar on Sept 22, 2007 10:37:36 GMT -5
Thing...I'm writing. Really...bad...should get better...why...me talking...like this?
“Ashfur!” Birchpaw yowled, rushing over to where he scented his pale gray mentor. The flecked warrior jumped in surprise, and leapt out of the bracken un front of his apprentice.
“Birchpaw, calm down! You’re making enough noise to scare all the pray from here to the Highstones!” He hissed, annoyed by his apprentice’s carelessness. Birchpaw calmed down a bit and lowered his voice to a soft whisper, his whole body trembling,
“I’ve made a mistake, a huge mistake.” Birchpaw began, took a breath, and instantly continued, giving Ashfur no time to ask questions. “I saw Hawkfrost on our territory. I knew he was just visiting because he was by the lake and he called me over. He told me that he heard that Blackstar would be on our territory soon, and that Firestar needed to come alone, because was looking just for a fight with Firestar, not all of ThunderClan. I thought that was weird, but I was more confused as to why he was telling us this. He just said he’d be helping Brambleclaw. And when I saw Firestar alone on some sort of patrol…I told him.” The brown tabby finished. Ashfur’s heart thudded against his chest frantically. Part of him was angry at his apprentice, but the other part knew he was just a young, naïve, and innocent cat. He growled fiercely, all of his wrath suddenly being directed toward Hawkfrost.
“Oh, in a way he’s helping Brambleclaw. But not by helping all of ThunderClan! Stay here. I may be back soon, I may never be back!” Ashfur snarled, and ran off at a speed which would’ve been the envy of any WindClan cat.
Brambleclaw gripped the tendril in his teeth. But he didn’t try to loosen the hold it had on his leader’s neck, he just pulled hard. There was a cut short choking sound at the ThunderClan deputy’s tug. Firestar squirmed frantically, but then lay still. The ginger tom awoke a little later, but only to repeat the squirming process. I happened again and again until he finally lay still. Brambleclaw looked horrified, while Hawkfrost looked on with grim satisfaction. Then a small smile crept upon the ThunderClan deputy, no leader’s, face. He had done it. He could see his father’s proud face as it stared down in contempt at the dead leader. Suddenly, some cat tackled him from behind.
“Traitor! How dare you kill Firestar!” Ashfur spat, tearing at Brambleclaw’s fur. Instantly the dark brown tabby rolled over on his opponent, taking the flecked gray tom by surprise and knocking the wind out of him. Now Ashfur lay squirming under Brambleclaw’s hold. “I’ll tell ThunderClan what you did! This is not your moment of glory, Brambleclaw!” He hissed, refusing to betray any signs of fear. The dark brown tabby tom looked nervous for a second, but then a calm look entered his amber eyes. Amber eyes which suddenly seemed a lot more like his father’s.
“That’s right, Ashfur. You would.” Brambleclaw growled menacingly. And he bit down on Ashfur’s throat. Blood welled slowly around the gray tom’s neck, and finally Brambleclaw let go, watching as the life bled out of him. A shudder went down Brambleclaw’s spine as he realized how used to getting to watch his Clanmates die without feeling any grief. He shook his head in despair, feeling like the traitor he was. Hawkfrost walked next to him and growled,
“What’s wrong with you? Soon we’ll both lead the forest. It’s a pity you had to kill two cats, but you weren’t exactly friends with Ashfur anymore.” Brambleclaw nodded, but he flashed back to when they were apprentices, tussling and yowling playfully outside their den. But he shrugged the memory away and held his head up high. He was the new leader of ThunderClan, future leader of half the forest!
“Brambleclaw, you annoying furball! I’ve been looking all over…” Squirrelflight burst into view, at first sounding like her normal spunky self as she rebuked him, but then froze at the sight of her father and friend’s bodies. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Brambleclaw buried his nose in her dark ginger-pelted flank, and Hawkfrost had to bite back a spit of disgust. The new leader was sincere in his love and regret. Then he spun his head toward Ashfur’s body.
“Squirrelflight, I know you don’t trust Hawkfrost, but he witnessed this murder! Ashfur killed Firestar, so I killed him in revenge. Hawkfrost helped me when the coward tried to get away.” Brambleclaw sighed and added in a whisper, “He used to be my friend…” Squirrelflight could tell Brambleclaw was evidently upset, and doubted he was lying. She dipped her head respectfully, thought not friendlily, toward Hawkfrost.
“I’m sorry for misjudging you, Hawkfrost. I can see you were just feeling loyal to your brother.” She mewed softly. Hawkfrost acknowledged her with a flick of his tail. Squirrelflight looked up at Brambleclaw, filled with grief. “Let’s take Firestar back to camp.” The ginger she-cat meowed in a hoarse voice.
“Ashfur!” Birchpaw yowled, rushing over to where he scented his pale gray mentor. The flecked warrior jumped in surprise, and leapt out of the bracken un front of his apprentice.
“Birchpaw, calm down! You’re making enough noise to scare all the pray from here to the Highstones!” He hissed, annoyed by his apprentice’s carelessness. Birchpaw calmed down a bit and lowered his voice to a soft whisper, his whole body trembling,
“I’ve made a mistake, a huge mistake.” Birchpaw began, took a breath, and instantly continued, giving Ashfur no time to ask questions. “I saw Hawkfrost on our territory. I knew he was just visiting because he was by the lake and he called me over. He told me that he heard that Blackstar would be on our territory soon, and that Firestar needed to come alone, because was looking just for a fight with Firestar, not all of ThunderClan. I thought that was weird, but I was more confused as to why he was telling us this. He just said he’d be helping Brambleclaw. And when I saw Firestar alone on some sort of patrol…I told him.” The brown tabby finished. Ashfur’s heart thudded against his chest frantically. Part of him was angry at his apprentice, but the other part knew he was just a young, naïve, and innocent cat. He growled fiercely, all of his wrath suddenly being directed toward Hawkfrost.
“Oh, in a way he’s helping Brambleclaw. But not by helping all of ThunderClan! Stay here. I may be back soon, I may never be back!” Ashfur snarled, and ran off at a speed which would’ve been the envy of any WindClan cat.
Brambleclaw gripped the tendril in his teeth. But he didn’t try to loosen the hold it had on his leader’s neck, he just pulled hard. There was a cut short choking sound at the ThunderClan deputy’s tug. Firestar squirmed frantically, but then lay still. The ginger tom awoke a little later, but only to repeat the squirming process. I happened again and again until he finally lay still. Brambleclaw looked horrified, while Hawkfrost looked on with grim satisfaction. Then a small smile crept upon the ThunderClan deputy, no leader’s, face. He had done it. He could see his father’s proud face as it stared down in contempt at the dead leader. Suddenly, some cat tackled him from behind.
“Traitor! How dare you kill Firestar!” Ashfur spat, tearing at Brambleclaw’s fur. Instantly the dark brown tabby rolled over on his opponent, taking the flecked gray tom by surprise and knocking the wind out of him. Now Ashfur lay squirming under Brambleclaw’s hold. “I’ll tell ThunderClan what you did! This is not your moment of glory, Brambleclaw!” He hissed, refusing to betray any signs of fear. The dark brown tabby tom looked nervous for a second, but then a calm look entered his amber eyes. Amber eyes which suddenly seemed a lot more like his father’s.
“That’s right, Ashfur. You would.” Brambleclaw growled menacingly. And he bit down on Ashfur’s throat. Blood welled slowly around the gray tom’s neck, and finally Brambleclaw let go, watching as the life bled out of him. A shudder went down Brambleclaw’s spine as he realized how used to getting to watch his Clanmates die without feeling any grief. He shook his head in despair, feeling like the traitor he was. Hawkfrost walked next to him and growled,
“What’s wrong with you? Soon we’ll both lead the forest. It’s a pity you had to kill two cats, but you weren’t exactly friends with Ashfur anymore.” Brambleclaw nodded, but he flashed back to when they were apprentices, tussling and yowling playfully outside their den. But he shrugged the memory away and held his head up high. He was the new leader of ThunderClan, future leader of half the forest!
“Brambleclaw, you annoying furball! I’ve been looking all over…” Squirrelflight burst into view, at first sounding like her normal spunky self as she rebuked him, but then froze at the sight of her father and friend’s bodies. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Brambleclaw buried his nose in her dark ginger-pelted flank, and Hawkfrost had to bite back a spit of disgust. The new leader was sincere in his love and regret. Then he spun his head toward Ashfur’s body.
“Squirrelflight, I know you don’t trust Hawkfrost, but he witnessed this murder! Ashfur killed Firestar, so I killed him in revenge. Hawkfrost helped me when the coward tried to get away.” Brambleclaw sighed and added in a whisper, “He used to be my friend…” Squirrelflight could tell Brambleclaw was evidently upset, and doubted he was lying. She dipped her head respectfully, thought not friendlily, toward Hawkfrost.
“I’m sorry for misjudging you, Hawkfrost. I can see you were just feeling loyal to your brother.” She mewed softly. Hawkfrost acknowledged her with a flick of his tail. Squirrelflight looked up at Brambleclaw, filled with grief. “Let’s take Firestar back to camp.” The ginger she-cat meowed in a hoarse voice.