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| Subject: Nettlesting's Legacy Thu 1 Feb 2018 - 12:07 | |
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Nettlesting isn't your average medicine cat. After being an orphaned at a young age, Sycamorepaw began his journey to becoming Nettlesting, ShadowClan's infamous medicine Cat. Follow Nettlesting and his clanmates as they struggle to win a war and satisfy Nettlesting's desire to never be forgotten.
[This is a rough draft.] ______________________________________ Astra inclinant... .: Coyotegrin :: Kestrelchirp :: Quailprowler : Singedfox :. #9966ff : #cc3300 : #6699ff : #993366 : Bold WC T5 Warrior : WC T3 Warrior : TC T2 Warrior : SC T1 Warrior (Perma-NPC) "When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire."
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| TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue Part One: Allegiances ______________________________________ Astra inclinant... .: Coyotegrin :: Kestrelchirp :: Quailprowler : Singedfox :. #9966ff : #cc3300 : #6699ff : #993366 : Bold WC T5 Warrior : WC T3 Warrior : TC T2 Warrior : SC T1 Warrior (Perma-NPC) "When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire." |
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| Subject: Re: Nettlesting's Legacy Thu 1 Feb 2018 - 12:15 | |
| Prologue
It was a bright day out as the two brothers headed out into the swamps. As the rest of ShadowClan slept, Morningstorm and Sunstripe went out to patrol the border, as requested by the deputy. The two were weary, and the bright sun hurt their eyes. It was silent in the marshes; the crickets and the frogs slept. Like I should be. Grumbled Morningstorm in his head. The golden tabby absolutely hated doing sun patrols, and his mate knew that. Unfortunately, being the mate of the deputy didn't excuse you from any of the unpleasant tasks of being a warrior. Morningstorm made a mental note to not talk to his mate tonight. That would show her. He glanced over to his brother, Sunstripe, whom was padding along as content as could be. It was unfair how different the two brothers were. Sunstripe was so much like their father, Sparrowstar, that the clan automatically respected him. But no. Morningstorm had to work his butt off to be treated as the fine warrior he was. His thoughts took him to the border with the Thunderpath, and only the roaring of the monster's soaring by shook him out of the bad mood he had woken up in, bringing him to a state of caution. This was one of the reasons ShadowClan stayed in camp during the day. The monsters went to sleep at night. They began to do their duty, marking the grass along the Thunderpath. It was much too loud to communicate, but Morningstorm was fine with that. His brother was acting strange, glancing over at him when he thought he wasn't looking. Sunstripe was so dramatic. He just couldn't deal with his brother. With a growl of frustration after catching his brother's gaze for the fifth time, Morningstorm stalked off. If Sunstripe wanted to act like that, he could patrol alone. Confront if you have a sin, not look as weak as a starved mouse.
As Morningstorm stalked away, he could hear quiet footsteps behind him. Sunstripe was following him, for sure, but he refused to turn around. The tom flicked his tail in great annoyance and picked up his pace. I just want to get back to camp! His dumb brother could deal with his own issues. "Morningstorm, wait!" the tabby behind him called and in fury, the warrior swung around and found him face to face with Sunstripe. His eyes shown with anger, the sudden fury he was named after.
"What?" he hissed, flicking his tail side to side rapidly. Sunstripe stared him down. A weaker gaze. A scared gaze. The taller tom blinked, and took a step back from his brother. Quietly, he began.
"Six moons ago Honeyheart and I fell in love." Morningstorm was speechless. Honeyheart, their medicine cat? How dare his brother! But before Morningstorm spoke, Sunstripe kept going. "And yesterday morning she told me she's expecting kits." Sunstripe hung his head in shame. The other warrior hissed, but then a small smirk crossed his face slowly. His mighty brother. A code breaker. Oh, how the clan would respect him now. Morningstorm took a step back and raised his head above Sunstripe's.
"Have you talked to Sparrowstar about this?" he said firmly, but emotionless. His brother must not know his plans to bring him down. The excitement was almost too strong to ignore and all he wanted to do was turn and sprint back to camp, yowling about his respected brother's wrong doings. But he would wait, and be patient. Sunstripe shook his head.
"No, Morningstorm. You're the first to know." His words were pained and he sat down with the weight. Morningstorm turned and grinned widely. This was it. This was his shot.
"I need to think about this. Alone." Morningstorm replied, his eyes dark. He spun around and headed back to camp. Of course he wouldn't be thinking about it alone. He would be thinking about it with Sparrowstar.
As he made his way back to camp, it was just past sun high. The clan was fast asleep in their dark dens. Curled up happily. Blissfully unaware their precious Sunstripe's wrong doings. Trying to walk slowly, Morningstorm made his way to his father's den. He would be asleep, but this was important. This had to be addressed now. "Sparrowstar!" he called at his father's entrance, not waiting for a reply and nudging the tabby brown leader with a paw. Sunstripe and himself had gotten their gold pelts from their mother. Sparrowstar slowly lifted his head, blinking
"Morningstorm, what is it? Do you need to talk about it right now." Morningstorm nodded vigorously.
"Yes, father. It does." The warrior made himself comfortable in the corner. Sparrowstar sat up and blinked sleep from his eyes. Wearily, he faced his son.
"Well, what is it?" he prompted, annoyed. Morningstorm did his best to look concerned.
"Sunstripe and Honeyheart are having kids." A firm delivery. Blunt. Sparrowstar's face went blank.
"What?" he whispered, looking down.
"I said the same thing." His eyes bore into Sparrowstar. What would he say? What would he do? Morningstorm dug his claws into the floor of the den. Sparrowstar remained quiet for a long time. Finally, he looked up, and moved closer to Morningstorm. His face looked stern.
"Morningstorm, you must never speak of this to anyone." Sparrowstar said low, firm. Leader-like. Morningstorm stared ahead. "This would ruin the clan. You must keep this a secret and protect Honeyheart and Sunstripe. I will discuss with Honeyheart a cover story. Do you understand?" No, Morningstorm did not understand. His brother had broken the code. He had to be punished. But he nodded anyway.
"I understand." he said shortly, taking a stand and moving past his father, forcing his fur to lie flat. "I will act normally, Sparrowstar. For the clan." Sparrowstar nodded, and Morningstorm stalked off to the warrior's den. If Sparrowstar didn't want to punish the code-breakers. He would.
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Morningstorm kept his promise to his father and did not tell any cat about the kits. Not even Firesong. A few sun highs passed before Morningstorm couldn't take it anymore. They both deserved to be punished. He began to plan and watch. Honeyheart was getting ready for a trip to the Moonstone, tomorrow's morning. It was then he decided that he would talk to Honeyheart then. Talk, yeah. Just talk. Morningstorm grinned. He would go prepare.
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The next morning came quickly for Morningstorm, and it was hard to act normal as the clan went about their nightly life. He did his patrols dutifully, and hunted with ease. He even brought back a large catch for the clan! Wasn't he a good warrior?
Time eventually came where the warrior watched his medicine cat slip outside the camp, around halfway to sun high from his hiding spot behind the camp's tree stump. He settled in to doze in the warm sun a bit. He could wait to move to his second location. He knew where Honeyheart was going and about how long she would be gone. However, eventually the suspense got to him and he couldn't take it anymore. His stomach was buzzing with the excitement. Quietly, Morningstorm stood and slipped out of the camp quietly.
Morningstorm quickly made his way through the territory, making his way to the swamp's muddiest place. It reeked, and the mud was thick and slimy. Wrinkling his nose, the golden warrior dove into the stinking mud and rolled around until the reeking substance coated his fur. He growled as he stood, and shook off the excess mud so he could move more easily. He hated the smell of mud. But this had to be done. His personal scent couldn't be near Honeyheart's location. With a glance up at the sun, he knew he had to get to his spot. He breezed across the swamp to the border where Honeyheart would be crossing soon. Crouching behind a tree, he waited.
As the sun started to lower in the sky, Honeyheart's familiar sweet scent crossed Morningstorm's nose. His heat began to race and he kneaded his paws into the ground. The blood roared in his ears and time slowed as Honeyheart crossed his eyesight. With a growl, he leapt.
"Does StarClan know of our deeds?" Hissed Morningstorm, towering over Honeyheart's limp body beneath him. Her eyes stared up at him. Scared. Terrified. She shook beneath his paws, and he dug his claws into her flesh.
"N-no... A-at least they haven't said anyt-thing." She almost whispered out. Morningstorm reveled in her fear.
"Well, Sparrowstar does. But he wanted to protect you and Sunstripe. But I think you need to pay for breaking the code." He growled, teeth barred in aggression, fur sticking out with fury. She said nothing. "So say something in your defense!" He screeched, fully digging his claws into her. He could feel the blood rush over his paws. "Now!" But she remained silent. So in fear. Morningstorm's fury reached his peak.
In a swift movement, Honeyheart's throat was tore open. Blood gushed into his mouth, and Morningstorm backed off, blood soaking his muzzle. His eyes shown with hatred. Those ragged kits would never be born, and both Honeyheart and Sunstripe will pay. He will be respected.______________________________________ Astra inclinant... .: Coyotegrin :: Kestrelchirp :: Quailprowler : Singedfox :. #9966ff : #cc3300 : #6699ff : #993366 : Bold WC T5 Warrior : WC T3 Warrior : TC T2 Warrior : SC T1 Warrior (Perma-NPC) "When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire."
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| Subject: Re: Nettlesting's Legacy Thu 1 Feb 2018 - 12:18 | |
| Part One: Allegiances
ShadowClan Leader: Sparrowstar; A handsome long furred tom with light brown fur and white patches.
Deputy: Firesong; A lovely russet red tabby she-cat.
Medicine Cat: Rainleaf; A grey tabby tom with a white chest, legs, stomach, and muzzle.
Warriors: Sunstripe; A large golden tabby tom. Morningstorm: A smaller golden tabby tom with thick tabby stripes. Has a left ragged ear from a battle. Redwing: A happy go lucky fire-red tom with a tan chest. Apprentice; Magpiepaw Icefang; A small silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes. Apprentice: Finchpaw Ravenclaw; A small black she-cat with orange eyes. Crowheart; A black tom with orange eyes. Apprentice: Sleetpaw Adderstream; A mottled brown she-cat. Apprentice: Lizzardpaw Tigerstrike: A brown tabby tom. Cherryfang; A dark red she-cat with a white muzzle. Apprentice: Echopaw Leafcloud: A solid brown tom with green eyes. Speckleface: A white and brown spotted she-cat with green eyes. Lionthorn: A large golden tabby with orange eyes. Lilacfall; A grey she-cat with blue eyes and darker ears and paws. Apprentice: Hollowpaw Squirrelpelt; A dark grey tabby tom with green eyes. Newtstep; A nervous grey tabby tom Appletail; A red and white tom. Apprentice: Rosepaw Frogeye; A black tom missing his left eye. Gingermask; A white tom with red splotches. Mistheart; A grey and white she-cat. Stonefoot; A grey tom with one white foot. Poppyspark; A tortishell she-cat with a white tail tip. Shadespots; A black and white she-cat Apprentice: Nightpaw
Apprentices: Magpiepaw; A large brown tabby tom with white paws. Sleetpaw; A very light grey she-cat that is always sick. Lizzardpaw; A dark brown tom with faint tabby stripes. Echopaw; A spotted black and white she-cat. Finchpaw; A brown tabby she-cat. Nightpaw; A black she-cat. Hollowpaw; A brown tabby tom with a half-white face. Kestrelpaw; A light brown she-cat. Rosepaw; A white she-cat with brown patches. Wolfpaw; A grey tabby tom with a white chest Scorchpaw; A black and grey tom with orange eyes.
Queens: Flameflower; A reddish she-cat with white paws and chest. Kits; Amberkit, Foxkit, Oakkit, Brightkit Firesong Kit: Sycamorekit
RiverClan Leader: Jaystar; A black tom. Deputy: Ivyface; A grey tabby she-cat. Medicine Cat: Cloudspot; A white tom with a single black spot.
WindClan Leader: Ashstar; A solid grey she-cat. Deputy: Brindlefang; A pale tortishell she-cat. Medicine Cat: Fernfur; A light brown she-cat. Featherpaw; A silver she-cat.
ThunderClan Leader: Blizzardstar; A solid white she-cat. Deputy: Leaopardstorm; A golden tabby tom. Medicine Cat: Birchsong; A white tom. Acornheart; A small golden she-cat.
SkyClan Leader: Crowstar; A black tom. Deputy: Swiftfoot; A black and white tom. Medicine Cat: Rabbitnose; A white she-cat. Maplepaw; A calico she-cat.
StarClan Honeyheart; A golden she-cat with green eyes. Former ShadowClan Medicine Cat. Dawnlight: A small calico she-cat. Former Medicine Cat.
______________________________________ Astra inclinant... .: Coyotegrin :: Kestrelchirp :: Quailprowler : Singedfox :. #9966ff : #cc3300 : #6699ff : #993366 : Bold WC T5 Warrior : WC T3 Warrior : TC T2 Warrior : SC T1 Warrior (Perma-NPC) "When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire." |
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| Subject: Re: Nettlesting's Legacy Tue 6 Feb 2018 - 8:32 | |
| Chapter One The moonlight filtered through the trees above ShadowClan's camp as the cats of the clan gathered to chat and eat. The air was brisk with the coming of Leafbare, but Sparrowstar insisted the clan feast and celebrate the victory of a small battle against ThunderClan. Despite the attempt to relieve the stress, the cats were tense. Both ThunderClan and WindClan had been hunting on ShadowClan land despite a warning during a Gathering. There was rumors spreading around the camp that the medium sized patrol sent by ThunderClan to fight was to see how strong ShadowClan was currently. Sycamorekit listened to his mother as she discussed this with his father, Morningstorm.
"There is no way this won't get bigger." Firesong fussed quietly.
"So we'll fight them." Morningstorm said with a shrug. As if he was debating whether to go hunt. Sycamorekit could feel his mother bristle at the thought.
"We're approaching Leafbare, Morningstorm." she hissed, softly. "And it's two clans against one. We could be the strongest clan to ever be seen and still lose." She wrapped her tail around Sycamorekit. Almost as if she needed to protect him right then from whatever terror would face him in the coming moons. The young russet furred kit looked up into the face of his mother. ShadowClan's deputy. He was young, but he admired her wit. He then turned his head to his father, who was almost glaring down Firesong. Sycamorekit didn't like him too much. He spoke of this thing called 'respect' way too much, almost obsessively. He was about to speak, but he was interrupted by the clan's medicine cat.
"Morningstorm, Firesong. Are you two alright? Need any herbs?" Rainleaf asked tiredly. The grey tom had been running around for hours now. Both his mother and his father shook their heads, but Sycamorekit jumped up.
"Do you need any help, Rainleaf?" Sycamorekit begged, bouncing around the medicine cat's legs. Rainleaf purred, and nudged Sycamorekit back to his mother.
"No, I'm good little one. Eat and rest with your mother." He said softly, before turning and walking off. Sycamorekit's shoulders slumped. He really wanted to help. Really bad. Firesong gave him a lick on his head, and she spoke softly to him.
"Sycamorekit, will you go give yourself a lick or two in our nest? I'll be right there." Reluctantly, the kit nodded and headed off, leaving the pair of parents behind.
Following his mother's orders, Sycamorekit curled into his nest and began to clean himself. He slowly licked over the reddish fur in the rhythmic pattern his mother did. He loved her very much, she was a good mother despite the demanding job of being deputy. She made as much time for him as she could. Firesong played with him, and told him stories. She tried to teach him moves, and he was very good. She brought him to Rainleaf's den to be showed the different leaves that would help him, and hurt him. She was all about trying to educate him in all areas of clan life.
After he finished his cleaning, Sycamorekit's eyes felt heavy. He lowered his head and curled into a ball. Where was his mother? She should be here soon enough. He would just take a small nap until she came...
Suddenly, there was a large screech and Sycamorekit jumped to attention. The noise level began to rise with more and more screeching in the distance. The camp was alive with confused and worried talking. Scared, but curious, Sycamorekit sprinted to the nursery den's entrance. He barely managed to duck away as the other kits in the nursery, Amberkit, Foxkit, Oakkit, and Brightkit, came slamming through the entrance.
"Get back!" Foxkit yowled at Sycamorekit. "Flameflower told us to hide!" Sycamorekit ignored him, and peaked his head out. The scene in front of him was confusing and much to take in.
ShadowClan's warriors were bunched up, fur raised and claws out. Sparrowstar was at the head, followed by Firesong and Morningstorm next to her. Cats were storming the entrance and filling the camp around the ShadowClanners. There were so many cats, Sycamorekit couldn't believe it. Finally, they stopped coming in, but they outnumbered the ShadowClan cats by almost double. Two cats, a grey cat and a white cat, sauntered in after the other cats. The stopped right in front of Sparrowstar.
"Ashstar. Blizzardstar. What are you doing?" Sparrowstar addressed the two cats in front of him. They must be the leaders of WindClan and ThunderClan. He remembered Firesong telling him. The two leaders looked at each other.
"We are here to take your strip of trees and the pieces of moor you have." Spoke Blizzardstar evenly. "You are marsh cats. You have no need to hunt on the trees and the moor." Ashstar nodded in agreeance, remaining silent for now.
Sparrowstar flicked his tail in annoyance. "We aren't standing on that land right now, Blizzardstar. That's how territory battles are supposed to go."
Ashstar laughed. "We thought we'd mix things up a bit." Her green eyes shown with excitement. Clearly, an extra piece of land would be excellent for Leafbare. Sparrowstar hissed.
"You won't get that land, Ashstar. We need it to feed our kits." His orange eyes shown with anger, and Firesong tensed next to him. She knew what was coming.
"In that case," Blizzardstar purred. "We'll take it." As she spoke, the intruders surged forward with a collective yowl and the camp sprang into action. There was too much to watch. Cats were battling left and right. Fur was flying, and blood was spraying. Sycamorekit had to spring back to avoid being crushed by a rolling ball of cats. The wall of the nursery was crushed under the weight, forcing Sycamorekit to find a new location to watch. The younger kits wailed in the back. Desperately, Sycamorekit searched actively for his mother. Where was she? Finally, his eyes landed on her bright red fur. She was sprinting towards the nursery, two warriors on her tail. A few tail lengths in front of him, she spun around when one of the warriors leapt on her back side. He went flying off, but jumped right back up to fight. Firesong was outnumbered, two to one. The warriors closed in on her. It was too loud to hear what she was saying, but Sycamorekit strained to listen.
"You can't attack a camp, there's kits here!" She cried, being forced to back up.
"Then fight for them." The other warrior taunted. Firesong bristled, and leapt. A loud shriek coming from her. The other warrior met her mid-air and pinned her down. He was much larger than his mother, and se desperately struggled to get out from under his grasp. She clawed at his shoulders, but it didn't seem to faze him. Time seemed to slow for Sycamorekit as the warrior leaned down. His large jaws grasped around her neck, His head shook from side to side. The blood gushed from his mother's throat. The warrior stepped away, muzzle soaked in his mother's blood. Sycamorekit let out a caterwaul, and the warrior turned to look at him. He took a step forward towards him, then turned as the two warriors moved on.
Sycamorekit rushed from the safety of the nursery and ran to his mother. "No, Firesong!" he cried. "Wake up!" he nudged her, but there was no movement except from the blood pooling out of her throat. His tiny paws got coated in the sticky liquid as he stared down at his mother. The world around him stopped. He stared at his mother for StarClan knows how long. Only awakened from his shock by a Rainleaf.
"Oh no!" the medicine cat cried. "I didn't see her!" Sycamorekit was shaken out of his shock. He looked around. The camp was mostly empty now, and wounded cats were being helped by the less wounded. Rainleaf shoved Sycamorekit back, and he let him. He didn't say anything as the medicine cat tried to shove cobwebs in the wound. It was too late. The kit knew Firesong was dead. His head felt light and he layed down. Slowly, he began to look for Morningstorm. He couldn't see him anywhere. He wandered among the cats. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. Not lying among the dead, nor walking around with the wounded. Where was he? Eventually, Sycamorekit felt himself getting led back to the nursery. He went with no complaints, and let the cat clean him from his mother's blood. He stared at the wall, blinking slowly. Soon, he dozed off again. Only to have dreams of nightmares and death.
A few hours later, Sycamorekit felt a soft nudge to his side and opened his eyes to find Rainleaf above him. Rainleaf's eyes were soft with sadness. "The clan's holding a vigil." The tom said softly, and Sycamorekit stood and allowed the medicine cat to lead him outside. In the center of the clan was his mother, Finchpaw, Leafcloud, and Crowheart. Sparrowstar stood above him, looking somber. As Sycamorekit sat, Sparrowstar began.
"That battle was hard and unfair," he said with a pause. "But everyone fought hard. I lost a life tonight, and so did our beloved clan mates and our Deputy. Tonight, I honor Firesong, Finchpaw, Leafcloud, and Crowheart. Morningstorm is missing. Let us mourn tonight and the new deputy will be named in the morning." By the end of his speech, Sparrowstar was almost whispering. His grandfather was so sad. Quietly, Sycamorekit joined next to him. He licked his head in comfort. For himself, or for Sycamorekit, he didn't know. The now orphaned tom stuck his nose in his mother' fur and cried. ______________________________________ Astra inclinant... .: Coyotegrin :: Kestrelchirp :: Quailprowler : Singedfox :. #9966ff : #cc3300 : #6699ff : #993366 : Bold WC T5 Warrior : WC T3 Warrior : TC T2 Warrior : SC T1 Warrior (Perma-NPC) "When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire." |
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