Post by Ashwing on Dec 17, 2008 20:44:49 GMT -5
~Starclan's Seven~
Ashpaw padded along in her dreams. It was a typical dream of hunting and never-ending peace. The sun cast its glow over the whole of Shadowclan, and even though it was hot, the shade of Shadowclan's territory was almost too good to be true. Almost.
Suddenly the whole of the four territories exploded in maddening war. There were cats everywhere, the scent of Windclan, Shadowclan, and Thunderclan were everywhere around her. No one seemed to notice her though, and she was forced to run around screaming for help, and watch her loved ones die infront of her muzzle. Then, it all faded away into her once peaceful dream again.
A half-faded cat appeared from behind a tree in Shadowclan's forests, its pelt was shimmering with stars. Ashpaw was only able to whisper one word. 'Starclan'. The cat nodded, and sat infront of her. Ashpaw's eyes were wide with shock, and terror from her vision. The unfirmilar cat spoke softly, its voice seemed to glaze beautifully over the air.
"This war was nothing ordainary, young Ashpaw. It gives me no pleasure in telling you it will happen. But there is a way you can stop it. Listen closely, my precious.
'There will be seven sent from us,
Two from each clan,
Which will hold the fate of the clans in their paws.
You must lead, and take a stand,
For when your ready,
A deciever will take his place amoung you.'
Her shimmering pelt began to fade away as she began to repeat her prophecy. Faintly shivering, the young apprentice closed her eyes, and awoke with a start, in the medicine cat's den of Shadowclan.
[/color][/i]Ashpaw padded along in her dreams. It was a typical dream of hunting and never-ending peace. The sun cast its glow over the whole of Shadowclan, and even though it was hot, the shade of Shadowclan's territory was almost too good to be true. Almost.
Suddenly the whole of the four territories exploded in maddening war. There were cats everywhere, the scent of Windclan, Shadowclan, and Thunderclan were everywhere around her. No one seemed to notice her though, and she was forced to run around screaming for help, and watch her loved ones die infront of her muzzle. Then, it all faded away into her once peaceful dream again.
A half-faded cat appeared from behind a tree in Shadowclan's forests, its pelt was shimmering with stars. Ashpaw was only able to whisper one word. 'Starclan'. The cat nodded, and sat infront of her. Ashpaw's eyes were wide with shock, and terror from her vision. The unfirmilar cat spoke softly, its voice seemed to glaze beautifully over the air.
"This war was nothing ordainary, young Ashpaw. It gives me no pleasure in telling you it will happen. But there is a way you can stop it. Listen closely, my precious.
'There will be seven sent from us,
Two from each clan,
Which will hold the fate of the clans in their paws.
You must lead, and take a stand,
For when your ready,
A deciever will take his place amoung you.'
Her shimmering pelt began to fade away as she began to repeat her prophecy. Faintly shivering, the young apprentice closed her eyes, and awoke with a start, in the medicine cat's den of Shadowclan.