A Clan with secrets to hide.
A Clan with a sinister streak.
And a gang who are not what they seem.
With war looming on the horizon, loyalties are tested and families are torn apart. In this world of light and shadow, everyone has something to hide.
Here Only one thing is certain, only one clan will survive.
Frostwing's whiskers twitched as she picked her way through the dangerous terrain of her Clan. Her father had just recently passed away, and while Frostwing mourned him, she was eager to see what awaited her and WinterClan now. Something about being able to see StarClan for the first time excited her. Everything about this excited her. Finally, the power and respectfulness of being leader would be passed down to her, at only 15 moons of age. She promised to herself that she'd work hard to keep WinterClan as prosperous as she could. Eventually, she made the Silver Lake. Cold wind blew against her white fur, but she didn't even notice it.
"Finally," she breathed, padding forward. She rose her blue gaze up to the sky. Her nine lives would be provided to her, and her name would change in just a few moments. Her tail flicked, and Frostwing wondered for a second if her father, Icestar, would appear. She hoped he'd be there to tell her how proud of her he was and not spout some crap about Froststar being too ambitious. The white she-cat curled up on the cold ground, not caring if her white fur got dirty for once. The clear water in front of her was a perfect reflection of Silverpelt above her. She sighed and closed her eyes, waiting for StarClan to approach her.
S T A R C L A N ____________________________________
A small gathering of felines sat ready and waiting, their stares glittering with the light of the stars. At the head of the group stood a large, pure white tom with deep blue eyes. His outline was strangely blurred but Winterstar himself didn't look faded with age and time. As his bloodline made her way to their ranks, the glittering tom dipped his head in a sign of respect. "Welcome, Frostwing." The regal tom stepped towards the young she-cat with careful steps, his expression serious, but not unkind.
Winterstar, founder of Winterclan, halted before Frostwing, bending to touch her head with his nose. "With this life, I give you loyalty. Your clan is your family, never turn your back on them." The ancient tom took a step back, his clear blue eyes stern as he seemed to examine her soul. He knew what truly lay in her heart and he would do everything in his power to lead her on the right path. But, if that failed, he wouldn't hesitate to stop her form destroying everything he had built. It was clear, she had more of Whitestar in her than anyone was willing to admit. Winterstar observed her for a beat more before taking a step back into the waiting crowd.
This time, a small tortie she-cat with soft yellow eyes stepped forward nervously. Riverpad, ancient she-cat of Winterclan, would be the next to bestow a life on Frostwing. There was something in her eyes keen to fear as she tipped her nose towards the opposing molly's head. "With this life, I give you mercy. You needn't always prove your strength through force." Riverpad didn't waste any time lingering beside Frostwing after her life was given. She had no desire to remain anywhere near a descendent of her murderer.
However, if the last Starclanner had been fearful and jumpy, this one radiated power. Ryestorm, ancient warrior of Winterclan, offered the young molly a tense, predatory smile. The russet brute tipped his head to her head, "With this life, I give you strength. Use it to your advantage and to that of your clan." He dipped his head in a show of respect for stepping away.
The next warrior stepped forward, this on of recent departure. Icestar looked down on his daughter with both worry and pride in his gaze. How had his precious daughter become what he knew her to be? A part of him thought it was his fault for not guiding her along the right path. And yet... Frostwing was still someone to be very proud of. "With this life, I give you love. Do not look down upon this gift for it is one of the most powerful you will ever possess." Before Icestar could rejoin his brethren, he bent to speak for the last time in the ear of his daughter. "Be careful on the path that you tread, it can only lead to heartbreak and more spilled blood." The tom gave the molly one last look before disappearing into the thread. It would be too hard for him to witness the rest of her ceremony.
Another recent departure replaced the former leader, her eyes wide and innocent. Poppycry had died only recently after going missing in the unknown lands. "With this life, I give you wisdom. You are young but you will learn to lead your clan with the wisdom of Starclan guiding you." Poppycry smiled daintily at Frostwing before turned back into the little gathering.
This time, another old medicine cat of Winterclan stepped forward. His black coat glittering with starlight and green eyes shinning brightly. "With this life, I give you healing. A broken heart or a friend in need is just as important as the war you face. Everyone deserves your council." Embernight touched his nose warmly to the molly's cheek before retreating to stand beside Ryestorm.
Two kits tumbled from the ranks of Starclan warriors. The brothers had been killed under the terrible reign of Whitestar at the young age of six moons, right before their apprentice ceremony. The pale white tom stepped forward first, urged by his brother, and strained up to touch the she-cat's forehead with his nose. "With this life, I give you clear judgment of character. Be cautious even with those you consider a friend but never let this cloud your judgement." Swallowkit bounced back to stand beside his tabby brother who scuttled forward. Owlpaw looked up at her with wide eyes before bestowing his own gift. "With this life, I give you forgiveness. Don't hold grudges against someone for your own pride." The young tom smiled sweetly before both bounded back towards Winterstar.
The last feline stepped forward, her eyes cold and unforgiving. Nightwater flicked Frostwing's shoulder in a way that was both elegant and threatening. "With this life, I give you nobility. Never let the other clans forget why they once feared Winterclan." The black she-cat winked at Frostwing, her smile dark around the edges. Slowly she drifted back to the loose circle of Starclan warriors.
Winterstar again stepped forward with a flick of his tail. "I hail you by your new name, Froststar. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of WinterClan. Defend it well; care for young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity." Even the stern tom couldn't keep the pride growing in his chest from sparking in his gaze. His bloodline would be strong if Froststar was the one to carry it out. He gave her a terse smile before signaling for the rest of the cats gathered to follow. One by one, they disappeared, Owlkit and Swallowkit casting the new leader one last cheerful smile.
but the yo-yo master did not answer. he just kept on yo-ing.
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Post by zesty on May 16, 2018 19:10:46 GMT
Froststar of WinterClan
Frostwing stared in awe as she saw the ancestors of WinterClan in front of her. She felt a tremor of fear pass through her upon seeing Winterstar, the tom who had started her Clan. Frostwing crouched low to the ground, her tail-tip twitching. She forced herself to rise to her paws when Winterstar approached her. She wasn't ready for when he touched her head with his nose, letting out a startled sound when pain passed through her. Her blue gaze flickered up to Winterstar, but she said nothing.
A small tortoiseshell cat approached her next, and Frostwing tried to prepare herself for the cold wash of pain. It wasn't as strong as Winterstar's had been, but it was still uncomfortable. The next cat to come up to her was large, and gave her a smile that would make others uneasy; it impressed Frostwing. His life was as intense as Winterstar's had been, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to take it quietly. Frostwing perked up when she recognized her father. A strong sense of mourning passed over her; she missed him dearly. But it was also one of caution, of annoyance. She was almost sure he'd mention something about her ambition.
Icestar's life was love, and it felt warm and soft. It made Frostwing sigh in relief. Just as she had expected Icestar warned her against the path she was taking. Frostwing ignored him. The next cat was Poppycry. Frostwing had been alive when she had disappeared. Her life was one that took Frostwing's breath away, cold but painless at the same time. A cat Frostwing didn't recognize went up to her, and gave his life. It was comforting, like Icestar's had been. After this, two kits bounced up to her. Sadness rippled through Frostwing; kits in StarClan always made her sad.
Their lives lurched through Frostwing, making her stifle a gasp. She had lost count of how many lives had gone. How much longer until this was over? The next cat was black, and her smile seemed to suggest that she knew things you didn't. Her life was just as painful as the first had been, but Frostwing liked her and took it with pride. Winterstar spoke then, saying, "I hail you by your new name, Froststar."
Froststar perked up. Yes! Finally! The white she-cat sat proudly, her chest puffing out. Slowly, the cats disappeared, until only the two kits were left. Suddenly, Froststar was yanked out of her dream. She was back at Silver Lake, the night getting colder around her. "WinterClan will be protected under my reign," she promised the stars, hoping her warrior ancestors heard her. Froststar got to her paws, already hatching out plans in her head of what she'd do as soon as she got back to her Clan.
