Warriors: Book 1: Gust of Wind- Chapter 7/9
Title: Book 1: Gust of Wind
Chapter: Chapter 7- Interlude
Rated: G
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Warinigs: OC/OC Slash
Summary: Whitekit is born pure white but over time a gray streak appears. As his family shuns him for being half-clan, the streak darkens. 'A white feather drifts until a harsh wind blows in toward the abyss.'
A/N: Interlude. :(
Homo Explosion
The above link is where this story was originally posted. This Book is not Beta'd.
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Book1- Chapter 7: Interlude
He scoffed slightly at the imputance of his followers. They dare think that a measly, pathetic, medicine cat apprentice was he, the Greath Whitestar? Pah! He was not that weak nor that desperate.
Whitestar paced the area around him, snarling the whole time. He was stuck in the Dark Forest. No stars littered the sky as this horrible place was always in the dark. No moon, no stars, no light.
The Place of No Stars, he learned, has many names. The Place of No Stars, The Dark Forest, Blackpelt, Abyss.
He stopped and sniffed the air when he heard a bush shake. Getting into a hunter's crouch, he stayed silent as a small squirrel jumped out of the bush. Springing forward, he pinned the squirrel and quickly killed it with one swipe of his large paw. He leaned down to take a bite but was not surprised when the squirrel vanished and he was left with an aching stomach.
He ran toward the bush and released his lunch that shouldn't have been in his stomach. He growled and pulled his head out of the bush. Abyss cats were not allowed to eat. Whenever they would hunt and get close enough to smell their prey, those meddlesome StarClan cats were make the mouth-watering prey vanish and the Abyss cat's stomache would twist and they would find themselves heaving up lunch they didn't even eat.
Whitestar hissed and raked his claws against a boulder near a dark, murky lake. The water was never cool against his pallet. It was usually scolding hot and dusty. When the StarClan elders happened to be in a good mood, the let the water in the Dark Forest become crystal clear and cold, the only problem was that it was littered with salt and would end up making any cat thirstier then they had started out.
He let out a hesitant look and was happy to find that the lake was cooler than usual, yet it was not salty, but the murky and dusty water he would usually associate with the burning of his taste buds.
He shook his fur and let his eyes narrow as he stared at the bramble and briar guarding something before him. "One of these days," he thought out loud, "I will get passed those stupid and worthless defences. I will gain control of StarClan and they will wish they had never denied me my one and only wish."
As he turned he couldn't help but let out a shakey breath. "Brightpatch..." his face, a scowling mask a moment before was gone and he looked utterly morftified.
His ears fell against his head and his tail layed limp as he stood their reminising. He whimpered and broke out of his trance before running away from the entrance of StarClan.
A yellow tabby tom's ear twitched as a black she-cat stared him down.
"Brightpatch..."
Brightpatch turned his head and layed them on his paws. "I'm fine Raveneye."
Raveneye huffed. "You've been this way ever since Hailstar broke the warrior code and had that half-clan kit, Whitepaw."
Brightpatch just turned his head away and listened silently as Raveneye sighed and padded away from him.
Brightpatch closed his brown eyes and took in a deep breath.
"Hi. I'm Whitepaw! Who're you?"
"I'm Brightpaw!"
"Cool! What clan are you from? I'm from WindClan!"
"I'm from RiverClan!"
"That's cool! Wanna be friends?"
"Ya!"
Brightpatch shifted in his bed of moss and let out a small whimper.
Brightpatch looked around the clearing as ThunderClan, ShadowClan, WindClan, and RiverClan rejoiced at Whitestar finally being dead and gone.
He let out a choked sob and flinched when he saw some kits pretending to be WindClan cats who had killed Whitestar. He turned and slowly padded away from the cats. He let out a sob. Whitestar couldn't leave him! They were mates! They had a kit!
He let his frown widen into a grin for a moment at the memory of their kit who they had had to give to a kittypet. He frowned once again when the happy yowls of the clan cats got louder.
He traveled toward the stream that lay in RiverClan territory. He looked down into the water and took in a deep breath before plunging into the rapids.
'If Whitestar dies, I die too.'
Brightpatch opened his eyes and lifted his head, tears streaming from his eyes. He was finally in StarClan but there was no Whitestar in sight.
"No Whitestar." He let out a shakey breath and tried once again to dream of the future they might of had.
Chapter: Chapter 7- Interlude
Rated: G
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Warinigs: OC/OC Slash
Summary: Whitekit is born pure white but over time a gray streak appears. As his family shuns him for being half-clan, the streak darkens. 'A white feather drifts until a harsh wind blows in toward the abyss.'
A/N: Interlude. :(
Homo Explosion
The above link is where this story was originally posted. This Book is not Beta'd.
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Book1- Chapter 7: Interlude
He scoffed slightly at the imputance of his followers. They dare think that a measly, pathetic, medicine cat apprentice was he, the Greath Whitestar? Pah! He was not that weak nor that desperate.
Whitestar paced the area around him, snarling the whole time. He was stuck in the Dark Forest. No stars littered the sky as this horrible place was always in the dark. No moon, no stars, no light.
The Place of No Stars, he learned, has many names. The Place of No Stars, The Dark Forest, Blackpelt, Abyss.
He stopped and sniffed the air when he heard a bush shake. Getting into a hunter's crouch, he stayed silent as a small squirrel jumped out of the bush. Springing forward, he pinned the squirrel and quickly killed it with one swipe of his large paw. He leaned down to take a bite but was not surprised when the squirrel vanished and he was left with an aching stomach.
He ran toward the bush and released his lunch that shouldn't have been in his stomach. He growled and pulled his head out of the bush. Abyss cats were not allowed to eat. Whenever they would hunt and get close enough to smell their prey, those meddlesome StarClan cats were make the mouth-watering prey vanish and the Abyss cat's stomache would twist and they would find themselves heaving up lunch they didn't even eat.
Whitestar hissed and raked his claws against a boulder near a dark, murky lake. The water was never cool against his pallet. It was usually scolding hot and dusty. When the StarClan elders happened to be in a good mood, the let the water in the Dark Forest become crystal clear and cold, the only problem was that it was littered with salt and would end up making any cat thirstier then they had started out.
He let out a hesitant look and was happy to find that the lake was cooler than usual, yet it was not salty, but the murky and dusty water he would usually associate with the burning of his taste buds.
He shook his fur and let his eyes narrow as he stared at the bramble and briar guarding something before him. "One of these days," he thought out loud, "I will get passed those stupid and worthless defences. I will gain control of StarClan and they will wish they had never denied me my one and only wish."
As he turned he couldn't help but let out a shakey breath. "Brightpatch..." his face, a scowling mask a moment before was gone and he looked utterly morftified.
His ears fell against his head and his tail layed limp as he stood their reminising. He whimpered and broke out of his trance before running away from the entrance of StarClan.
A yellow tabby tom's ear twitched as a black she-cat stared him down.
"Brightpatch..."
Brightpatch turned his head and layed them on his paws. "I'm fine Raveneye."
Raveneye huffed. "You've been this way ever since Hailstar broke the warrior code and had that half-clan kit, Whitepaw."
Brightpatch just turned his head away and listened silently as Raveneye sighed and padded away from him.
Brightpatch closed his brown eyes and took in a deep breath.
"Hi. I'm Whitepaw! Who're you?"
"I'm Brightpaw!"
"Cool! What clan are you from? I'm from WindClan!"
"I'm from RiverClan!"
"That's cool! Wanna be friends?"
"Ya!"
Brightpatch shifted in his bed of moss and let out a small whimper.
Brightpatch looked around the clearing as ThunderClan, ShadowClan, WindClan, and RiverClan rejoiced at Whitestar finally being dead and gone.
He let out a choked sob and flinched when he saw some kits pretending to be WindClan cats who had killed Whitestar. He turned and slowly padded away from the cats. He let out a sob. Whitestar couldn't leave him! They were mates! They had a kit!
He let his frown widen into a grin for a moment at the memory of their kit who they had had to give to a kittypet. He frowned once again when the happy yowls of the clan cats got louder.
He traveled toward the stream that lay in RiverClan territory. He looked down into the water and took in a deep breath before plunging into the rapids.
'If Whitestar dies, I die too.'
Brightpatch opened his eyes and lifted his head, tears streaming from his eyes. He was finally in StarClan but there was no Whitestar in sight.
"No Whitestar." He let out a shakey breath and tried once again to dream of the future they might of had.