Post by Fawn on Sept 12, 2016 13:06:57 GMT -5
LIONSTAR
leader of treeclan
Blinded by the light of a new sun
It was one of the coolest nights they’d had in the past three moons. Given the change in the weather (mornings were crisper now, and even a few leaves had fallen, crunching under the paws of the warriors as they entered and exited the camp), this didn’t surprise him. In fact, it was a welcome reprieve from the relentless heat of greenleaf.
With his belly full and the Clan taken care of, Lionstar expected to sleep peacefully. He surveyed the camp with a proud, protective eye before disappearing into his den, the scents of home rushing up to greet him as he settled into his nest.
Though he could not see the stars from where he lay, the stars were watching him, entering his dreams and conjuring something beyond the normal visions of hunting or flashes of his past. Lionstar found himself walking through the wildflower meadow, feeling oddly frustrated over being there. He didn’t mind going for a walk, but for some reason Lionstar couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t supposed to be here.
Something hung in the air like smoke, a sensation, a foreboding thought he struggled to shape into proper words. Lionstar’s muzzle raised to the sky, jaws parted to scent the wind. It carried with it the scent of burning trees. No!
Another fire? ”Is this your idea of a joke?” Snapped the golden warrior, glancing around as if to spot his ancestors crouched in the meadow, but there was nothing save for the loud whisper of flowers and grasses brushing against one another, the wind stirring to frenzy.
StarClan did not answer. Lionstar stepped back as the meadow slowly caught fire, the flowerheads blackening, stems curling under the ferocious heat. Golden eyes reflected the hellish light, and just as the alarm began to truly build up in Lionstar’s heart, the fire was extinguished, leaving only a dead, ashen patch where the meadow had been.
Why are you showing me this? Was TreeClan in danger?
Yet the fire had not spread. It was almost as if the meadow had destroyed itself. As it dawned upon him what this dream could’ve been referring to, Lionstar awoke in his nest. Alive with sudden energy, the smell of burning grass still lingering in his nose, the Clan leader got swiftly to his paws. It was late, large golden paws stepped through puddles of moonlight as he exited the ancient stump, striding across camp with purpose as he went straight to Bluejay’s den.
Why had this dream been sent to him and not her? She was their medicine cat… and if StarClan did not approve of Meadowleaf, why wait until now to tell him? Maybe they approve, but she brings tragedy upon herself somehow…
Lionstar did not wish to imagine how that could play out; instead, whiskers twitching as he detected the faintest traces of Littletimber’s scent near the medicine tree trunk, called in. ”Wake up, Bluejay. I’m sorry, but I think StarClan has sent me a message.”
Not wishing to be eavesdropped upon, Lionstar stepped away, backtracking into the moonlight so she could see the somber expression on his face, read the dread and excitement in his eyes. ”Can we talk?” Not here. When Bluejay had collected her wits about her, Lionstar swept his tail in a ‘follow me’ sign, and after a brief nod to the drowsy camp guard (Wildsky), he plunged into the forest with the faith that the blue-furred she-cat would be right behind him.
With his belly full and the Clan taken care of, Lionstar expected to sleep peacefully. He surveyed the camp with a proud, protective eye before disappearing into his den, the scents of home rushing up to greet him as he settled into his nest.
Though he could not see the stars from where he lay, the stars were watching him, entering his dreams and conjuring something beyond the normal visions of hunting or flashes of his past. Lionstar found himself walking through the wildflower meadow, feeling oddly frustrated over being there. He didn’t mind going for a walk, but for some reason Lionstar couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t supposed to be here.
Something hung in the air like smoke, a sensation, a foreboding thought he struggled to shape into proper words. Lionstar’s muzzle raised to the sky, jaws parted to scent the wind. It carried with it the scent of burning trees. No!
Another fire? ”Is this your idea of a joke?” Snapped the golden warrior, glancing around as if to spot his ancestors crouched in the meadow, but there was nothing save for the loud whisper of flowers and grasses brushing against one another, the wind stirring to frenzy.
StarClan did not answer. Lionstar stepped back as the meadow slowly caught fire, the flowerheads blackening, stems curling under the ferocious heat. Golden eyes reflected the hellish light, and just as the alarm began to truly build up in Lionstar’s heart, the fire was extinguished, leaving only a dead, ashen patch where the meadow had been.
Why are you showing me this? Was TreeClan in danger?
Yet the fire had not spread. It was almost as if the meadow had destroyed itself. As it dawned upon him what this dream could’ve been referring to, Lionstar awoke in his nest. Alive with sudden energy, the smell of burning grass still lingering in his nose, the Clan leader got swiftly to his paws. It was late, large golden paws stepped through puddles of moonlight as he exited the ancient stump, striding across camp with purpose as he went straight to Bluejay’s den.
Why had this dream been sent to him and not her? She was their medicine cat… and if StarClan did not approve of Meadowleaf, why wait until now to tell him? Maybe they approve, but she brings tragedy upon herself somehow…
Lionstar did not wish to imagine how that could play out; instead, whiskers twitching as he detected the faintest traces of Littletimber’s scent near the medicine tree trunk, called in. ”Wake up, Bluejay. I’m sorry, but I think StarClan has sent me a message.”
Not wishing to be eavesdropped upon, Lionstar stepped away, backtracking into the moonlight so she could see the somber expression on his face, read the dread and excitement in his eyes. ”Can we talk?” Not here. When Bluejay had collected her wits about her, Lionstar swept his tail in a ‘follow me’ sign, and after a brief nod to the drowsy camp guard (Wildsky), he plunged into the forest with the faith that the blue-furred she-cat would be right behind him.
Take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
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