Post by Moonshine on Feb 12, 2014 21:09:43 GMT -6
(Ok so just a heads up that this is a work in progress story, and all credit to me. Also I would probably rate this tory as PG-13 due to the fact that I will most likely get VERY descriptive in the battle scenes, and other topics such as slavery, mass murder, and torture will be written about here. So I give you my last warning, that if you have a problem with any of the topics stated above DO NOT CONTINUE READING THIS! Alright thank you and I hope that you enjoy!)
~Prologue~
A jet black tom raced through the trees carrying a bundle of small furry bodies in his mouth. He did not stop, he could not stop for he knew that there would be a price to pay if he did. Grass tore at his legs and paws almost as if they were trying to stiffen his efforts to escape the icy claw of Death that followed him. One of the bundles began to mew, a soft sound, something that one might hear at a different time, a time when things were safe, but not now. Gulping the black tom pressed on, running until he felt as if he were no longer in control of his own legs, and however tired he felt, he knew that if he stopped, the Forest of Death will have another three added to his ranks. Finally he reached a river, strength ebbing away as fast as the sun was rising, and just like the sun, he knew that his strength would be torn away just as the sun is torn up from under the horizon each day. The river still loomed in front of him, its great watery maw opened wide as if to receive them, but that would be too easy. Pushing down any last minute fears that he had, the tom leapt, the two small bundles crying out in fear as he leapt. He could feel his heart in his throat as the water began to loom closer.
No, I may die right here and know, but not these two... they must live, for Willow...
He held his breath and tossed the furry bundles as far as he could. The tom winced as his muscular body hit the water with a bone crunching thud, as one would imagine coming from something hitting the hard ground. The last of his strength was gone, leaving the tom helpless against the sweeping current, his mouth and lungs already filling with the filthy water. He could feel the icy and cold claws of Death welcoming him, leading him back to the place of nothingness when his paw struck a rock. He clung to this beacon of life and lifted his head just so that he could see the riverbank. His heart swelled when he saw two cats retrieving his kits.
Thank you, StarClan for granting me this final wish...
As another wave drug him away from the rock he opened his mouth quick to welcome his fate when a paw reached to him. The paw however was not sheathed, nor did it come from the surface of the thrashing water. Claws dug into his throat as a hoarse whisper echoed in his mind.
All those who escape from the Forest of Death, must die...
The voice who spoke these words said them in the way that a queen would soothe a startled kit. The claws began to dig into the black tom's skin as the phrase was repeated once more in that unearthly tone.
All those who escape from the Forest of Death, must die...
Blood welled from the wound turning the surrounding water crimson. The tom gasped sucking in more water as his lungs filled to burst. As he swam on the edge of death he felt the claws moving down the length of his body, slicing his belly open. However the black tom was already on his way to the Forest of Death, and the figure that had hastened his arrival simply vanished leaving not even a trace of blood in the water.
The fiery sun finally rose over the scene, completely unaware of the murder that had taken place beneath the watch of its silvery sister.
~Chapter One~
~Prologue~
A jet black tom raced through the trees carrying a bundle of small furry bodies in his mouth. He did not stop, he could not stop for he knew that there would be a price to pay if he did. Grass tore at his legs and paws almost as if they were trying to stiffen his efforts to escape the icy claw of Death that followed him. One of the bundles began to mew, a soft sound, something that one might hear at a different time, a time when things were safe, but not now. Gulping the black tom pressed on, running until he felt as if he were no longer in control of his own legs, and however tired he felt, he knew that if he stopped, the Forest of Death will have another three added to his ranks. Finally he reached a river, strength ebbing away as fast as the sun was rising, and just like the sun, he knew that his strength would be torn away just as the sun is torn up from under the horizon each day. The river still loomed in front of him, its great watery maw opened wide as if to receive them, but that would be too easy. Pushing down any last minute fears that he had, the tom leapt, the two small bundles crying out in fear as he leapt. He could feel his heart in his throat as the water began to loom closer.
No, I may die right here and know, but not these two... they must live, for Willow...
He held his breath and tossed the furry bundles as far as he could. The tom winced as his muscular body hit the water with a bone crunching thud, as one would imagine coming from something hitting the hard ground. The last of his strength was gone, leaving the tom helpless against the sweeping current, his mouth and lungs already filling with the filthy water. He could feel the icy and cold claws of Death welcoming him, leading him back to the place of nothingness when his paw struck a rock. He clung to this beacon of life and lifted his head just so that he could see the riverbank. His heart swelled when he saw two cats retrieving his kits.
Thank you, StarClan for granting me this final wish...
As another wave drug him away from the rock he opened his mouth quick to welcome his fate when a paw reached to him. The paw however was not sheathed, nor did it come from the surface of the thrashing water. Claws dug into his throat as a hoarse whisper echoed in his mind.
All those who escape from the Forest of Death, must die...
The voice who spoke these words said them in the way that a queen would soothe a startled kit. The claws began to dig into the black tom's skin as the phrase was repeated once more in that unearthly tone.
All those who escape from the Forest of Death, must die...
Blood welled from the wound turning the surrounding water crimson. The tom gasped sucking in more water as his lungs filled to burst. As he swam on the edge of death he felt the claws moving down the length of his body, slicing his belly open. However the black tom was already on his way to the Forest of Death, and the figure that had hastened his arrival simply vanished leaving not even a trace of blood in the water.
The fiery sun finally rose over the scene, completely unaware of the murder that had taken place beneath the watch of its silvery sister.
~Chapter One~
