[Open] The Fallen Jun 2, 2013 22:14:41 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Jun 2, 2013 22:14:41 GMT -5
The pale she-cat was padding alone, among the rugged terrain that StoneClan was now supposed to call home. Her wounds since the battle had healed physically, but emotionally... It was harder for the she-cat to push the emotional scars away. Her pale gaze moved up to the sky, remembering her brother, Blackeagle, who'd lost his life. His had been the final StoneClan death of that battle. She could still remember the voice that commanded them to retreat
A few moons back, the StoneClan senior warrior would have been disgusted by her own thoughts. Now, however, Fallenleaf couldn't help but ask herself who they were. What was StoneClan? A group of cats who couldn't even defend their own home? Wasn't that a little pathetic. The voice of reason, the one that reminded her they had been a single Clan against the forces of two other Clans combined, tried desperately to make itself heard, but it was such a quiet voice. So quiet compared to the others. The betrayal stung deep for the old she-cat.
If only they had had help... If TreeClan and NightClan had spared but a patrol or two each... They might have been able to turn the battle around. But StoneClan had been left to fight alone. A bitterness hung within the older she-cat's eyes, her movements becoming stiff, almost angry.
Originally, Fallenleaf had left camp to hunt. She'd been with Hawkstar and a few others, but they had split up, hoping to cover a wider area. They would remain close enough to hear each other, in case someone needed help. The older she-cat, however, had completely given up on trying to find any prey. It was terribly unlike her usual self, but recently, she hadn't exactly been herself.
Her heavy, jarring steps were nearly painful, but she didn't seem to care. As she skirted the length of a cliff, the she-cat kept her head low, not exactly paying attention to where she was walking.
Suddenly, the ground beneath her paws seemed to just give out.
The cliffside crumbled away beneath her paws, rubble cascading down the cliffside, ricocheting off of the various ledges that jutted out from the heavily sloped ground. Her claws scraped the rock as she desperately tried to grab hold of something, but the earth would not stop moving beneath her paws. With a sharp caterwaul, the senior warrior was suddenly sent hurtling down the sloping, rocky terrain.[smear:996600]Hawkstar[/smear:663300]
The huge sand colored tom had been stalking up on a mouse he'd seen scuttle out of one of the rocks. He'd been closing in on it, all senses locked on the little brown creature, when a sharp wail ripped his gaze away from the now disappearing mouse. His first instinct was a sharp anger, and a determination to know who had just cost him that mouse. The image of Fallenleaf suddenly plunging off of the side of a cliff, however, had panic surging through him.
"Fallenleaf!" He bellowed, his paws immediately forcing him into a run. His paws struck the earth, but no matter how sharp a stone pricked at his paws, the stone-trained pads held strong. He moved as quickly as he could, his heart racing in his chest. "Fallenleaf!" He called again. As he neared the cliff, he forced himself into a skidding stop, his common sense ripping through his determination to get to the she-cat. The ground was cracked, obviously weak. With a hesitant step, the tom put his paw down, feeling the earth begin to give way beneath him.
He had to find another way. Skirting the edge for more stable ground, the StoneClan leader desperately tried to catch a glimpse of the senior warrior. Oh StarClan... Where is she? You can't take her from us now! He thought, panic seizing him.
Where IS she?!