Post by Fernear! on Nov 17, 2007 20:00:39 GMT -5
The five clans have lived with destruction and death for quite a while now. Each has lost many lives, some of which were leaders or medicine cats. Though many of the cats know nothing of some of their clan-mates, they get along quite well. So far there have been no battles, nor any incidents with death berries. The clans have been lead threw mysteries indifferences and the loss of cats. Though the loss isn’t of death the fact is they’ve gone missing. This may all change now.
**
The silvery she-cat took a step forward,
’I think we should look along the river towards the MoonPool. Just incase some of the ThunderClan may be sneaking onto our territory.’
The three others nodded, but this time a black tom stepped forward to be beside the she-cat, he had scented something odd. But he ignored it.
It was the beginning of LeafBare. Frost was strewn across the WindClan territory, the river as nearly frozen. It would mean frostbite if you were to fall into it. It would be a mild yet cold LeafBare, many herbs would be lost. Kits and elders may also have a hard time staying healthy with the temperatures.
Next up was a dark tabby tom; he too had scented the odd stench.
’I smell crowfood.’
His deep voice aroused a sleeping magpie; it flew into the cold sky.
’Nonsense BrownEar. You’re only thinking it.’
The creamy she-cat tried to sooth the tom; it was obvious he was uneasy.
The silvery she-cat kept the pace moving quickly along the freezing riverbank. She ignored the scent, though it was continuing to get stronger.
**
BrownEar scented something other than crowfood now, the scent of deer. Something most clan cats have never seen. He dashed threw a thicket bush to catch a glimpse of the creature. The other three heard the bush rustling and followed him, MindPelt, the silver she-cat, was the first to retort about where he was leading the patrol.
’BrownEar! You mousebrain! Where do you think you’re taking us!?’
The tom just kept ignoring her. The two never really got along; BrownEar was quiet and shy while MindPelt was arrogant and social. MindPelt could scent the unknown scent also, and behind all of her retorts, she loved BrownEar. This may be her weakness but right now it didn’t matter.
The four were now out of the Clans’ territories. The black to who was known as, Unknown, stayed towards the edge of the group. He lived here as a kit and soon grew mute. The cream she-cat, GlowingPaw, was also quite headstrong and was bouncing off the walls with excitement.
’What do you scent GlowingPaw?’ Mewed MindPelt,
The apprentice took time to think,
’I scent rouge, stale vole, crowfood and something else..’
Little did the apprentice know, is that she blew the scent into acknowledgement to her mentor.
BrownEar was the first to stop.
’We’re out of the clan territory.’
His eyes shifted to the left and right, a dark forest lay ahead, for the patrol had been out till the moon burst through the evening sky. They were in a clearing. Only some bushes surrounded the four. A large deformed body lay ahead of them.
GlowingPaw was the first to take the five horse-lengths towards it. Though she might not have known what it was, twolegs knew very much of it. The crowfood the four had smelt earlier was found, Unknown knew what the creature was. He was next to see it.
’It’s a deer.’ The raspy voice of the tom hadn’t been heard or used in nearly eighteen moons.
The three stood there bewildered at the sound of his voice. They didn’t care too much about the strewn deer at the moment. But they would.
The three began to ask questions about his past, he desperately tried to convince them to ask later, for this will be trouble. He gave the three soft swipes to the maws; they stopped talking and listened for a change.
’You see these claw marks. They’re four times as big as mine.’
His tiny black paws took a swipe to beside the other. Indeed it was four times larger; the three still didn’t know where he was going with this. BrownEar on the other hand, knew exactly what he was thinking.
’If these marks are bigger than mine, and if I remember clearly. A badger’s, then what did this?’
The silvery she-cat spoke up after her silence,
’Something larger than a badger. Duh!’
Unknown nodded,
’And for the record, call me Scythe.’
He nodded to his friends and continued.
’My times as a loner were different of those in ThunderClan or ShadowClan territories. I lived near the mountains by a lagoon. To make my story short, I’ve seen cats like lions and tigers—‘
Scythe was interrupted by GlowingPaw,
’You mean like a lion with stripes?’
She hasn’t known Unknown, or Scythe, long enough to understand how odd it was for him to be talking.
’As I was saying, no these cats had nothing to do with stripes. They had pure golden pelts with huge paws. They were known by the tribe cats and us loners as Mountain Lions.’
**
A large figure slinked behind the decaying carcass. Its stealth made it nearly impossible to notice. Its dull brown eyes slightly shone with the given moonshine. Three other bodies appeared behind it. White teeth appeared; they shone like the moon itself.
Scythe knew it had come; the small clan of Mountain Lions that took over his territory was back. He called for the other to run but it was too late. BrownEar had leaded them to their journey to StarClan. The battle was won by one Mountain Lion. It was the dominant male; it took out Scythe first; for revenge. Then he took GlowingPaw. MindPelt and BrownEar fought the longest, before her death MindPelt managed to mutter her hidden love to BrownEar. Bewildered, he replied the same back. He loved her personality, it was just him. He always went for the ones who would never love him. This didn’t matter to the clan who called themselves, Kaleido. The 'clan' is actually a mix of Mountain Lions and cougars, though most can't tell the difference. They killed all of the patrol; then they headed towards the river carrying Scythe’s dead body.
**
Back at the WindClan camp, the leader was becoming nervous. He didn’t know where three of his warriors and a newly apprenticed apprentice had gone off to. Then the next day, the dawn patrol found Scythe’s [or to them Unknown’s] dead body. It had turned to crowfood and was clearly a warning. It had Mountain Lion scent strewn all over it, though the clan cats knew nothing of these big cats. The clan sat vigil for the four, knowing they would never return, the leader still fantasizes about this weird omen they have come to know as a warning
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