Post by Frozeneye on Nov 16, 2008 22:17:04 GMT -5
This is a story in which only one cat exists and doesn't in the real books. This story ties her into Erin Hunter's Warriors: The Power of Three as Rainwhisker's mate. Nothing else in the story is different from the real books. Rainwhisker is still dead, and everything that happened in Warriors: The New Prophecy have happened in this. However, it's not the subject of the story, and may never be mentioned. The story takes place around the time Hollypaw, Lionpaw, and Jaypaw are born, but some important events in Warriors: The Power of Three may be left out. Let's begin in the ThunderClan camp, only a couple of days after a battle with ShadowClan....
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Chapter 1[/glow][/shadow]
Shimmerstream stepped into the glimmering moonlight
with an enormous yawn and recalled what had happened
earlier that day. Her mother, Grassfeather, died from the
wounds she had received from the recent battle with
ShadowClan. Shimmerstream and her brother and sister,
Rabbitflight and Blossomwing, were devastated, and would
have sat vigil, but Leafpool ordered them to get some sleep to
rest their own wounds. They were a bit calmer now; they had
experienced this when their father, Rainwhisker, died, though
Rabbitflight still threatened to claw the fur off the cat who
caused their mother’s killer wound.
Shimmerstream stretched her legs and padded over to
Brackenfur, who was on guard at the entrance to the
hollow. “You can go back to sleep,” she told him. “I’ll watch the
camp.”
Brackenfur hesitated, and Shimmerstream caught the
look of empathy in his eyes. She remembered the stories of the
Great Journey, and that Brackenfur’s mother, Frostfur, stayed
behind. Brackenfur also lost his sister, Cinderpelt, when the
badgers attacked the hollow. He knew what it was like to lose a
loved one.
Finally, he nodded and went back to the warrior’s
den. Shimmerstream sat by the thorn barrier and thought about
her mother, and the battle that took place in the ThunderClan
camp the day before she died. She remembered how Blackstar
was the first to crash through the entrance to the camp. He
waited for the rest of his warriors to pour into the camp, and
leaped straight for Grassfeather. Shimmerstream remembered
him trying to sink his teeth into her neck, but was attacked by a
ShadowClan warrior before she could see if he’d succeeded. But
why would a leader like Blackstar attack an ordinary warrior
instead of another leader?
The stars were beginning to fade as dawn approached when she
spotted Leafpool creep out of her den. Shimmerstream bounded
over to her.
Leafpool looked up at her. “Hi, Shimmerstream.” She
paused. “What’s wrong?”
Shimmerstream sighed. “I was just thinking about my
mother.”
The medicine cat rested her tail comfortingly across
her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I did everything I could, but….” She
shook her head in dismay. “It was strange; Grassfeather even
seemed to be getting better, but when I checked on her around
sunhigh, she was dead. Perhaps it was something I gave her?”
“Maybe,” Shimmerstream replied. “What was the last
thing you gave her?”
“Just some water from the pool in my den.”
“And it wasn’t tainted or anything?”
“No, it seemed fine.” Leafpool removed her tail from
Shimmerstream’s shoulders, trying to remember. “Although I
did have a marigold poultice on my paws from treating
Cloudtail’s scratches, so I couldn’t smell anything but that.”
Now Shimmerstream was beginning to get
suspicious. “Let’s check now.”
Without waiting to see if Leafpool was following, she
dashed into the medicine cat’s den. She peered into the pool of
water, and in the moonlight she glimpsed the slightest tint of
red. Blood? Shimmerstream wondered. Was there blood on
Leafpool’s paws or the moss she used to get the water? Maybe.
But that couldn’t have killed Grassfeather, so she kept looking.
Finally she spotted a tiny streak of bright red on the rock wall
above the pool. Immediately, Shimmerstream knew what it was,
but she strained her neck and sniffed it to make sure. She was
right. “Deathberries,” she muttered.
She heard a loud gasp behind her. She spun around,
and for the first time realized that Leafpool had followed her
in. Fear and comprehension burned in her amber
eyes. “What’s wrong?” Shimmerstream asked nervously.
“StarClan just sent me a dream,” Leafpool told her
quietly. “I had forgotten what it was, so I went out to go for
walk; maybe I’d remember that way. And then you came over
and asked about Grassfeather, and now you mentioned
deathberries…”
“So now you remember,” Shimmerstream finished.
The medicine cat nodded. “Everything was pitch-
black…and then a white shadow appeared. I’d never seen
anything like it. Then bright red blood seeped out of the
shadow…but it wasn’t blood; it was too bright, so I guessed it was
the juice from deathberries. The shadow faded away and the
red stuff swirled into a pool. And it reeked of guilt, sorrow,
jealousy, and revenge. All at once. Then I heard a cat wailing,
and I glimpsed a cat drowning in the red pool. I immediately
shut my eyes and when I opened them again, I was in my den,
and I couldn’t remember what I had dreamt. If I hadn’t closed
my eyes right away, I would have been able to tell who the
drowning cat was. And I think the white shadow represented a
certain cat, too, but I don’t know who.”
Shimmerstream felt icy claws tear at her stomach,
and her heart skipped a beat. She knew who both cats were.
The drowning cat had to be her mother, killed by water tainted
with deathberry juice. And the white shadow had to be
Blackstar. In spite of his name, Blackstar was completely white,
except for his jet-black paws. Being the leader of ShadowClan,
he appeared in the dream as a shadow. In the dream, the
deathberry juice that seeped out of the white shadow drowned
the wailing cat. StarClan was trying to tell Leafpool that
Blackstar killed Grassfeather with deathberries!
I'd like to say that I'm going to add to this later, but I can't promise anything
.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Chapter 1[/glow][/shadow]
Shimmerstream stepped into the glimmering moonlight
with an enormous yawn and recalled what had happened
earlier that day. Her mother, Grassfeather, died from the
wounds she had received from the recent battle with
ShadowClan. Shimmerstream and her brother and sister,
Rabbitflight and Blossomwing, were devastated, and would
have sat vigil, but Leafpool ordered them to get some sleep to
rest their own wounds. They were a bit calmer now; they had
experienced this when their father, Rainwhisker, died, though
Rabbitflight still threatened to claw the fur off the cat who
caused their mother’s killer wound.
Shimmerstream stretched her legs and padded over to
Brackenfur, who was on guard at the entrance to the
hollow. “You can go back to sleep,” she told him. “I’ll watch the
camp.”
Brackenfur hesitated, and Shimmerstream caught the
look of empathy in his eyes. She remembered the stories of the
Great Journey, and that Brackenfur’s mother, Frostfur, stayed
behind. Brackenfur also lost his sister, Cinderpelt, when the
badgers attacked the hollow. He knew what it was like to lose a
loved one.
Finally, he nodded and went back to the warrior’s
den. Shimmerstream sat by the thorn barrier and thought about
her mother, and the battle that took place in the ThunderClan
camp the day before she died. She remembered how Blackstar
was the first to crash through the entrance to the camp. He
waited for the rest of his warriors to pour into the camp, and
leaped straight for Grassfeather. Shimmerstream remembered
him trying to sink his teeth into her neck, but was attacked by a
ShadowClan warrior before she could see if he’d succeeded. But
why would a leader like Blackstar attack an ordinary warrior
instead of another leader?
The stars were beginning to fade as dawn approached when she
spotted Leafpool creep out of her den. Shimmerstream bounded
over to her.
Leafpool looked up at her. “Hi, Shimmerstream.” She
paused. “What’s wrong?”
Shimmerstream sighed. “I was just thinking about my
mother.”
The medicine cat rested her tail comfortingly across
her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I did everything I could, but….” She
shook her head in dismay. “It was strange; Grassfeather even
seemed to be getting better, but when I checked on her around
sunhigh, she was dead. Perhaps it was something I gave her?”
“Maybe,” Shimmerstream replied. “What was the last
thing you gave her?”
“Just some water from the pool in my den.”
“And it wasn’t tainted or anything?”
“No, it seemed fine.” Leafpool removed her tail from
Shimmerstream’s shoulders, trying to remember. “Although I
did have a marigold poultice on my paws from treating
Cloudtail’s scratches, so I couldn’t smell anything but that.”
Now Shimmerstream was beginning to get
suspicious. “Let’s check now.”
Without waiting to see if Leafpool was following, she
dashed into the medicine cat’s den. She peered into the pool of
water, and in the moonlight she glimpsed the slightest tint of
red. Blood? Shimmerstream wondered. Was there blood on
Leafpool’s paws or the moss she used to get the water? Maybe.
But that couldn’t have killed Grassfeather, so she kept looking.
Finally she spotted a tiny streak of bright red on the rock wall
above the pool. Immediately, Shimmerstream knew what it was,
but she strained her neck and sniffed it to make sure. She was
right. “Deathberries,” she muttered.
She heard a loud gasp behind her. She spun around,
and for the first time realized that Leafpool had followed her
in. Fear and comprehension burned in her amber
eyes. “What’s wrong?” Shimmerstream asked nervously.
“StarClan just sent me a dream,” Leafpool told her
quietly. “I had forgotten what it was, so I went out to go for
walk; maybe I’d remember that way. And then you came over
and asked about Grassfeather, and now you mentioned
deathberries…”
“So now you remember,” Shimmerstream finished.
The medicine cat nodded. “Everything was pitch-
black…and then a white shadow appeared. I’d never seen
anything like it. Then bright red blood seeped out of the
shadow…but it wasn’t blood; it was too bright, so I guessed it was
the juice from deathberries. The shadow faded away and the
red stuff swirled into a pool. And it reeked of guilt, sorrow,
jealousy, and revenge. All at once. Then I heard a cat wailing,
and I glimpsed a cat drowning in the red pool. I immediately
shut my eyes and when I opened them again, I was in my den,
and I couldn’t remember what I had dreamt. If I hadn’t closed
my eyes right away, I would have been able to tell who the
drowning cat was. And I think the white shadow represented a
certain cat, too, but I don’t know who.”
Shimmerstream felt icy claws tear at her stomach,
and her heart skipped a beat. She knew who both cats were.
The drowning cat had to be her mother, killed by water tainted
with deathberry juice. And the white shadow had to be
Blackstar. In spite of his name, Blackstar was completely white,
except for his jet-black paws. Being the leader of ShadowClan,
he appeared in the dream as a shadow. In the dream, the
deathberry juice that seeped out of the white shadow drowned
the wailing cat. StarClan was trying to tell Leafpool that
Blackstar killed Grassfeather with deathberries!
I'd like to say that I'm going to add to this later, but I can't promise anything
.
Why was Blackstar pushed away by a SHADOWCLAN warrior??
< what do you think he's freaking out about?