Post by Mint on Nov 30, 2009 20:10:48 GMT -5
The books have a prelogue. Why not our little plot?(:
Just something, if you're curious.;o
You don't have to read this, if you don't want to.XD I can understand really long posts of text can be daunting.^^;
If you do read it, then hey, post what you think.
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Just something, if you're curious.;o
You don't have to read this, if you don't want to.XD I can understand really long posts of text can be daunting.^^;
If you do read it, then hey, post what you think.
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starclan
starclan
wish upon a
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"StarClan does not need help." Growled a small gray tom, his starlit eyes flashing as they swept around the clearing. Cats, crowded in the silvery clearing murmured their agreement, their pelts rippling as they shifted nervously.
The eyes of the speaker settled on a proud black cat, who stared back in silence. It was an obvious challenge to the black tom, who sat in the center of the clearing. But it was another cat spoke for him, a dark she-cat, "You think we worry for our future?" Disbelief colored her tone, as the ashen she-cat turned to face the tom. The cats in the clearing hushed up, their eyes fixing on the two cats. "Jumpingstar, the three Clans are starving." The tom, Jumpingstar, growled, his lip curling up.
"Clans have always had to face starvation in leaf-bare." He spat, his fur bristling. "They will survive, like the generations before them." Again, his sharp eyes swiveled around the clearing, glaring at the cats gathered around him.
Finally, the black cat spoke. His voice was deep, and thundered over the waiting cats. "You forget that the past generations always had StarClan to guide them during those times." Unlike Jumpingstar, his fur did not bristle and he did not spit. His behavior seemed to spark respect from the rest of the cats, as their pearly eyes focused on him, filled with admiration. Jumpingstar hissed.
He didn't get the chance to argue. A fourth cat spoke up, sliding out into the center of the clearing to join the other three speakers. "The Clans need hope." The cream colored tom meowed, his own starry eyes filled with wisdom. More murmurs arose from the cats, as they nodded.
"We cannot spare warriors." The gray tom snarled, stepping closer to the cream tom. His ears flattened back as he met the cream colored tom's eyes. "Of course, a medicine cat wouldn't be able to understand that." If the cream tom had heard Jumpingstar's taunt, he gave no acknowledgement.
The black tom flicked his tail idly, asking curiously, "Do you have a plan, Creamfur?" Creamfur nodded, his gaze sweeping across the cats of StarClan.
"Yes, but it'll be difficult." Whiskers twitched, and eyes glinted as cats listened with anticipation to his words. The medicine cat stood tall as he spoke, going through each step in detail. Jumpingstar had retreated to the back of the gathering of cats, his unsheathed claws digging into the ground.
When Creamfur finally finished, the black tom nodded. "Brillant. We'll start now." There was no questions, and no protests. "Cypress-stripe." A brown tabby she-cat slide out of the cluster of cats, a devilish glow to her emerald eyes. "May fate be with you." The blessing was echoed by the other cats, as the tabby padded up to the black tom, and bowed her head.
"I will do my best, Robinstar."
