Post by SpoodleDoodles on Jan 21, 2013 10:34:35 GMT -6
SunstormIt's out of the darkness that we learn to see
The stars were bright in the sky, glittering as if they were reflecting the freezing frost that covered the ground. tiny spirals of ice coated the remaining leaves of the bracken, sparkling in the cold of the night. The entire Clan was fast asleep, apart from the occasional cough or moan from the Medicine Cat's den. they were sound asleep, sound in the knowledge that their four new warriors were sitting silent vigil for them. The Clan had cheered their names, calling out for the kits abandonned by their father Feroxwind, or so it seemed. The Clan had half-pitied them, half despised them, but they had all finally proven themselves worthy of their warrior names.
The entire Clan had cheered, but one had been forced to sit by the Medicine Cat's den and not move. She hadn't even been allowed to share prey with her grown sons. But now, she felt something was coming. Only one thought remained in her confused mind: she had to speak to her sons. Now. the faintest touch of light was hinting at the horizon when Sunstorm staggered out of her nest, and dragged herself out the entrance. She was helped by the fact that Beewings was preoccupied with her cousin Rockclaw, who was snarling and moaning in his sleep, covering the sounds she made as she staggered into the camp.
Her star-like eyes searched out the shadowy sentry forms of her kits, and she staggered over towards them. But she barely made it half-way across the clearing before her own paws tangled up and she was over, the balance of the world so twisted she could not tell up from down. She tried once to rise, felt like she was walking sideways, before collaping back in defeat. Her once glorious golden-orange fluffy fur was matted and thin, and visible beneath the dead fur were small, angry red spot that covered her body. She could make out the faint glow on the far horizon, and in that moment she knew she would be leaving with the stars when they disappeared. Weakly, she called to her kits, knowing they were nearby.
"Flightwind..." Named for his swift paws, he had always made her proud, even when he ran from everyone. "Cascadefall..." He was a good son, supporting her even after Feroxwind had been forced to leave. "Synfeather..." Named after his grandfather Redfeather, the one who kept to himself. It hurt Sunstorm to think she was leaving before her own father, but she knew she didn't have long now. "F...Firebreeze.... Sons..." The one most like her when she was young, named for both his parents. she needed to see his smile again. She tried to call out once more, but something inside her broke, and she was gagging, coughing hard enough to raise the already dead. She was limp on the ground, coughing up something that was sticky and warm and smelt foul. At the last moment she was seized by panic. What if she passed this on to her kits? It was too late to try and hide now. She had no chance of moving.