Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 16:47:12 GMT -6
my other account Lakesplash was hacked so i made this its going to be better though...
(twilightmist and icepelt/me created most of the stories/all)
(it would be awesome to have some ideas about our stories and stuff)
Stories: evening,dusk,midnight,twilight,dawn.
Here it goes...
PROLOUGE
Rainbow stretched, feeling the cool morning dew on her pelt. A cool breeze swept down from the mountains cooling her warm pelt. She could hear the call of an eagle high above, but the smell of the moor, her home calmed her, she knew the eagles dared not come here.
"Rainbow"
Moon, her mate was calling.
"Where are you?"
She called knowing what the answer would be.
"By the prey pile, come join me"
Every morning moon would call and every morning she would answer. She was heavily laden with kits so she couldn't play chase like they used to in the mornings, why even walking to the prey pile was hard now.
"It won't be long now"
That was moon, he was so excited about the coming kits he wouldn't even prepare dens for them- he would say:
"What good are kittens if they can't even prepare dens for themselves"
She would try vainly to make him see that they would be to small, but he wouldn't listen.
She ended up preparing the dens herself.
Nevermind she thought to herself, digging into a piece of fresh kill, the kits are supposed to choose their own path anyway. Suddenly just as she was taking a bite out of a squirrel she felt a huge pain spreading out from her belly
"The kits are coming"
She called franticly
Moon hurried over,
"If there's anything you need just tell me"
He meowed, sounding concerned.
I felt a jerk and then I heard a mewling sound,
"Thats one"
Moon meowed excitedly.
I felt another jerk,
"two"
Moon was getting more excited by the minute.
I felt a smaller jerk,
"three"
As soon as I heard his meow I knew something was wrong
"What's wrong?"
I asked Moon
"The third kit... He's, He's dead!"
This was the answer I least expected,
"NO!"
I cried, and began to sob.
"Well, at least the others look good. What will you you name them?"
He meowed trying to make the best of the situation.
I turned around and began to lick the girl furiously,
"This one's Evening, just look at her pelt"
I meowed.
"Okay, but what about the boy?"
"hmmmm, I like Winter he's such a pale grey"
I meowed thoughtfully
"Now I think you need to rest"
Moon meowed.
I fell asleep to the gentle mewling of the kits, and whimperings of Moon as he thought about the dead kit.
(this is the prophercy)
When five cats from five clans Each named after a time of night come together at sun high the darkness shall lift . . But one clan shall fall.
(this is dusk)
Deathpounce lunged, ready for the kill he had taken so many times before. Thoughts streamed through his head, but one stood there alone. That kit knew his secret he could not let it live.
He struck the kit again, checking it was dead. When he was sure he bit into it the warm salty taste if blood filled his mouth, he finished it off then trotted towards his den.
This was his new life, living for revenge, and hunting his own kind.
Some times he would think back to the time when his kits where born. . .
He'd been so happy at first he'd even named them all
Dark kit
Moonkit
Midnight kit
He had wanted to teach dark kit how to pounce early and he was starting today.
When dark kit stumbled on touch.
Down time and time again he decided he'd better show dark kit there where no good logs or stones any where so he decided to jump on dark kit.he told himself he would be careful and would not try to hit him but as soon as he jumped off his son he was already dead kits where so delicate.
He was banished from his clan and was forced to live the life of a loner.and he would seek revenge on those who disbelieved him.
(twilightmist and icepelt/me created most of the stories/all)
(it would be awesome to have some ideas about our stories and stuff)
Stories: evening,dusk,midnight,twilight,dawn.
Here it goes...
PROLOUGE
Rainbow stretched, feeling the cool morning dew on her pelt. A cool breeze swept down from the mountains cooling her warm pelt. She could hear the call of an eagle high above, but the smell of the moor, her home calmed her, she knew the eagles dared not come here.
"Rainbow"
Moon, her mate was calling.
"Where are you?"
She called knowing what the answer would be.
"By the prey pile, come join me"
Every morning moon would call and every morning she would answer. She was heavily laden with kits so she couldn't play chase like they used to in the mornings, why even walking to the prey pile was hard now.
"It won't be long now"
That was moon, he was so excited about the coming kits he wouldn't even prepare dens for them- he would say:
"What good are kittens if they can't even prepare dens for themselves"
She would try vainly to make him see that they would be to small, but he wouldn't listen.
She ended up preparing the dens herself.
Nevermind she thought to herself, digging into a piece of fresh kill, the kits are supposed to choose their own path anyway. Suddenly just as she was taking a bite out of a squirrel she felt a huge pain spreading out from her belly
"The kits are coming"
She called franticly
Moon hurried over,
"If there's anything you need just tell me"
He meowed, sounding concerned.
I felt a jerk and then I heard a mewling sound,
"Thats one"
Moon meowed excitedly.
I felt another jerk,
"two"
Moon was getting more excited by the minute.
I felt a smaller jerk,
"three"
As soon as I heard his meow I knew something was wrong
"What's wrong?"
I asked Moon
"The third kit... He's, He's dead!"
This was the answer I least expected,
"NO!"
I cried, and began to sob.
"Well, at least the others look good. What will you you name them?"
He meowed trying to make the best of the situation.
I turned around and began to lick the girl furiously,
"This one's Evening, just look at her pelt"
I meowed.
"Okay, but what about the boy?"
"hmmmm, I like Winter he's such a pale grey"
I meowed thoughtfully
"Now I think you need to rest"
Moon meowed.
I fell asleep to the gentle mewling of the kits, and whimperings of Moon as he thought about the dead kit.
(this is the prophercy)
When five cats from five clans Each named after a time of night come together at sun high the darkness shall lift . . But one clan shall fall.
(this is dusk)
Deathpounce lunged, ready for the kill he had taken so many times before. Thoughts streamed through his head, but one stood there alone. That kit knew his secret he could not let it live.
He struck the kit again, checking it was dead. When he was sure he bit into it the warm salty taste if blood filled his mouth, he finished it off then trotted towards his den.
This was his new life, living for revenge, and hunting his own kind.
Some times he would think back to the time when his kits where born. . .
He'd been so happy at first he'd even named them all
Dark kit
Moonkit
Midnight kit
He had wanted to teach dark kit how to pounce early and he was starting today.
When dark kit stumbled on touch.
Down time and time again he decided he'd better show dark kit there where no good logs or stones any where so he decided to jump on dark kit.he told himself he would be careful and would not try to hit him but as soon as he jumped off his son he was already dead kits where so delicate.
He was banished from his clan and was forced to live the life of a loner.and he would seek revenge on those who disbelieved him.