Post by Miss Tactical on Mar 15, 2019 17:35:40 GMT
The moon was almost full, it would only be a day or two. The moonlight Filtered in from shafts above the Tribe cats head, they had been taking a rest in a cave for a few days, not sure where to go since Talon passed on the torch, and he hoped that he had been correct. In small crevices home guards slept, some stood watch, prey hunters paws twitched as they dreamed of catching large rabbits. Despite being chased away from their home the weather seemed a bit warmer here and health was good, but many knew that the path they walked, was one they took to the clans not too long ago.
One cat was still awake, the tom whom Talon gave the torch to. Screech. Very carefully watching over the tribe as he settled into his new role. However there was something special about this evening, two starry figures slowly forming in front of them, not as faded as they had been before. One was a familiar face, Snow that falls from Sky. She had a slight scar running across her back from where she was killed by one of the two-leg monsters. ”Screech! You and Talon have done so well!” She mewed warmly pressing her nose to the toms flank.
Snow had been Suns mate before she perished leaving behind two of her kits. She had tried so hard to get out of the nursery but she had been crushed saving Shimmer and Frog. ”You’ve come so far but you do not have to walk any longer, this is your new home!” How she wanted to explore each crevice exploring all the nooks and crannys learning about the area. She huffed slightly, but knew her eccentric energetic daughter would get to live for all the adventures, and for that reason she accepted her loss.
”This is Featherclaw, she’s from MothClan, that’s what you will be now a Clan.” Snow mewed. She gave her fur a quick shake before flicking her tail beckoning for the tom to follow them. Quietly they moved twisting through a tunnel to a boarded up section, however there was a large enough hole for them to peer through, perhaps a small to-be could squeeze through. The light was beautiful as it made the large stone in the center sparkle. A wide grin appeared on Snows face wishing she could be poking around there. ”When the Mighty Eagle screeches and shows their true power, it will bring a new era and culture….. You will now be known as RootClan, one of four prophesized MANY moons ago.” Snow mewed. Her whimsical tone was now serious.
”A quarter moon after the telling you must come to this Stone with Shadow….shadow will be made a full medicine cat, and you my friend will receive the nine lives of StarClan in which you will be made Screechstar Leader of RootClan. However…far away in MothClan two more members of RootClan are slumbering…Feathercrest has been chosen by StarClan to be your deputy, a second leader if something were to happen to you….he would be next in line…and Snakeleap a grand son of a clans creator to be Shadows apprentice.” Snow looked at Featherclaw as she spoke…looking for her approval. This was her first time walking among the living since she had died.
”There will be no more home guards and prey hunters, they will all simply be warriors both learning to fight and hunt this area will be dangerous for you…although The tribe of endless hunting and StarClan walk together it does not mean the clans will be as accepting…..” She mewed with a sympathetic glance to Screechstar.
”Kits will now start training at 6 moons not 8. Apprentices ending training at 12 moons not 14.” Was there anything else she could think of? Snow shifted as she glanced at the bright stone before looking at Screech he had a lot of work to do. ”Just know your ancestors will guide you we will be watching you we are closer than you think as you can see.” She mewed swinging her head to the moonstone. Oh how peaceful StarClan was, not a care in the world but how she longed to be with her family…and Sun of course.
”Is there any questions before we leave?” It was Featherclaws more deep voice that echoed the cavern this time. Off in the distance the sun was beginning to rise, and slowly but surely, Featherclaw and Snow were starting to fade….
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One cat was still awake, the tom whom Talon gave the torch to. Screech. Very carefully watching over the tribe as he settled into his new role. However there was something special about this evening, two starry figures slowly forming in front of them, not as faded as they had been before. One was a familiar face, Snow that falls from Sky. She had a slight scar running across her back from where she was killed by one of the two-leg monsters. ”Screech! You and Talon have done so well!” She mewed warmly pressing her nose to the toms flank.
Snow had been Suns mate before she perished leaving behind two of her kits. She had tried so hard to get out of the nursery but she had been crushed saving Shimmer and Frog. ”You’ve come so far but you do not have to walk any longer, this is your new home!” How she wanted to explore each crevice exploring all the nooks and crannys learning about the area. She huffed slightly, but knew her eccentric energetic daughter would get to live for all the adventures, and for that reason she accepted her loss.
”This is Featherclaw, she’s from MothClan, that’s what you will be now a Clan.” Snow mewed. She gave her fur a quick shake before flicking her tail beckoning for the tom to follow them. Quietly they moved twisting through a tunnel to a boarded up section, however there was a large enough hole for them to peer through, perhaps a small to-be could squeeze through. The light was beautiful as it made the large stone in the center sparkle. A wide grin appeared on Snows face wishing she could be poking around there. ”When the Mighty Eagle screeches and shows their true power, it will bring a new era and culture….. You will now be known as RootClan, one of four prophesized MANY moons ago.” Snow mewed. Her whimsical tone was now serious.
”A quarter moon after the telling you must come to this Stone with Shadow….shadow will be made a full medicine cat, and you my friend will receive the nine lives of StarClan in which you will be made Screechstar Leader of RootClan. However…far away in MothClan two more members of RootClan are slumbering…Feathercrest has been chosen by StarClan to be your deputy, a second leader if something were to happen to you….he would be next in line…and Snakeleap a grand son of a clans creator to be Shadows apprentice.” Snow looked at Featherclaw as she spoke…looking for her approval. This was her first time walking among the living since she had died.
”There will be no more home guards and prey hunters, they will all simply be warriors both learning to fight and hunt this area will be dangerous for you…although The tribe of endless hunting and StarClan walk together it does not mean the clans will be as accepting…..” She mewed with a sympathetic glance to Screechstar.
”Kits will now start training at 6 moons not 8. Apprentices ending training at 12 moons not 14.” Was there anything else she could think of? Snow shifted as she glanced at the bright stone before looking at Screech he had a lot of work to do. ”Just know your ancestors will guide you we will be watching you we are closer than you think as you can see.” She mewed swinging her head to the moonstone. Oh how peaceful StarClan was, not a care in the world but how she longed to be with her family…and Sun of course.
”Is there any questions before we leave?” It was Featherclaws more deep voice that echoed the cavern this time. Off in the distance the sun was beginning to rise, and slowly but surely, Featherclaw and Snow were starting to fade….
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