Post by ~All I Need on Nov 21, 2008 15:14:28 GMT -5
T[/font]he Story
of
Fireice
Retold By:
Tanshadow, Dawnpaw, and Magmapaw
NOTE: All ideas that are related to the Warriors Series by Erin Hunter are owned by Kate Cary, Cherith Bladry, and the publishing company. Only the characters Fireice, Dawnpaw, and Magmapaw are of my creation and Wolverineclaw has all rights to Tanshadow.
Tanshadow:
This story begins long before Fireice ever came to the forest of the Clans. Before the Night came, her being blind, or before Magmapaw, Dawnpaw, and Cavernpaw were born. It dates back to when she was still a kittypet and lived a luxorious life. She told me of how she always belonged with the Clans. But how should I know? The Clans hated Fireice. They sent her away countless times. Even when she had proven herself a loyal ShadowClan warrior! They still thought of her as useless. After she had fought for her Clan, putting her life on the line. After traveling hundreds of miles--blind, might I add--to come back to what was home to her. ShadowClan. I miss Fireice with all of my heart. But she still lives on in our children. Yet I worry for them. I feel like I might have failed Fireice by the evil that is growing in Cavernpaw and the separation that is coming between the three. Never mind that, though. Here is her story.
This dream came every night. Blood. Death. Pain. It frightened me. But still it came every night. Was there a hidden meaning to this nightmare? Should I even count it as a dream or a nightmare? Never mind that. What does it mean?
I yawned, my lips pulling back over my teeth, and stretched. The sleep-warmth still clung to me and I was not ready yet to start pondering the worries of my nightmares. All I wanted to do at the time was go outside and possibly talk to the other cats around my house and lay in the shade. There was always time after to ponder the mysteries of my mind in mayhem.
After yowling at my humans to let me out, I bounded into the square yard and jumped up onto the picket fence that lined all of the yards like little cubicles. The sun came down in flamboyant rays and I sighed as my black and white fur soaked the heat. Closing my blue eye and my green eye, I tilted my head back and watched the insides of my eyelids. Light danced across the thin membrane that protected my fragile eyes against the ultraviolent rays from the sun. Circle of green, purple and blue created images I could never have imagined before. I soon became fascinated with the dancers behind my eyelids.
"Star! Star!"
"Oh, why if it isn't Madre de Estrellas."
I blinked a few times and turned looked down into the next yard to see the elderly tom Hachet and my best friend, Missy, trotting up to me. With a welcoming wave of my long, black-tipped tail, I jumped down from my perch to land in front of them. Missy meowed a greeting while Hachet nodded at me.
"Hey, Missy!" I purred. "How's it going, Hachet?"
The tom unnerved me just a little. He had a faded, golden luster to him that must have used to be a marvelous shade of gold. His eyes were a citrine color that reminded me of jewels. All in all, he was neat. But he would speak in a Spanish language and call me "Madre de Estrellas." I would sometimes ask him what that means. Once, after much persuading, he told me it meant "Mother of the Stars." But he never told me why. Was it because I had an orange star on my forehead?
of
Fireice
Retold By:
Tanshadow, Dawnpaw, and Magmapaw
NOTE: All ideas that are related to the Warriors Series by Erin Hunter are owned by Kate Cary, Cherith Bladry, and the publishing company. Only the characters Fireice, Dawnpaw, and Magmapaw are of my creation and Wolverineclaw has all rights to Tanshadow.
Tanshadow:
This story begins long before Fireice ever came to the forest of the Clans. Before the Night came, her being blind, or before Magmapaw, Dawnpaw, and Cavernpaw were born. It dates back to when she was still a kittypet and lived a luxorious life. She told me of how she always belonged with the Clans. But how should I know? The Clans hated Fireice. They sent her away countless times. Even when she had proven herself a loyal ShadowClan warrior! They still thought of her as useless. After she had fought for her Clan, putting her life on the line. After traveling hundreds of miles--blind, might I add--to come back to what was home to her. ShadowClan. I miss Fireice with all of my heart. But she still lives on in our children. Yet I worry for them. I feel like I might have failed Fireice by the evil that is growing in Cavernpaw and the separation that is coming between the three. Never mind that, though. Here is her story.
This dream came every night. Blood. Death. Pain. It frightened me. But still it came every night. Was there a hidden meaning to this nightmare? Should I even count it as a dream or a nightmare? Never mind that. What does it mean?
I yawned, my lips pulling back over my teeth, and stretched. The sleep-warmth still clung to me and I was not ready yet to start pondering the worries of my nightmares. All I wanted to do at the time was go outside and possibly talk to the other cats around my house and lay in the shade. There was always time after to ponder the mysteries of my mind in mayhem.
After yowling at my humans to let me out, I bounded into the square yard and jumped up onto the picket fence that lined all of the yards like little cubicles. The sun came down in flamboyant rays and I sighed as my black and white fur soaked the heat. Closing my blue eye and my green eye, I tilted my head back and watched the insides of my eyelids. Light danced across the thin membrane that protected my fragile eyes against the ultraviolent rays from the sun. Circle of green, purple and blue created images I could never have imagined before. I soon became fascinated with the dancers behind my eyelids.
"Star! Star!"
"Oh, why if it isn't Madre de Estrellas."
I blinked a few times and turned looked down into the next yard to see the elderly tom Hachet and my best friend, Missy, trotting up to me. With a welcoming wave of my long, black-tipped tail, I jumped down from my perch to land in front of them. Missy meowed a greeting while Hachet nodded at me.
"Hey, Missy!" I purred. "How's it going, Hachet?"
The tom unnerved me just a little. He had a faded, golden luster to him that must have used to be a marvelous shade of gold. His eyes were a citrine color that reminded me of jewels. All in all, he was neat. But he would speak in a Spanish language and call me "Madre de Estrellas." I would sometimes ask him what that means. Once, after much persuading, he told me it meant "Mother of the Stars." But he never told me why. Was it because I had an orange star on my forehead?
