Burning Bush [Closed]

'Come to us, child of Thunder, come to us.' Rockthorn woke with a jolt, his eyes wide and searching while his chest heaved from his restless slumber. The air was humid and Rockthorn's fur prickled with it, the tom's head spun with the fuzzy words as he looked around the barn with paranoia. What had spoken to him? It sounded so... real. The tom shakily got to his paws, his pads brushing against the soft pelts that he had grown to reluctantly appreciate; but that didn't matter right now, there was a siren call ringing in his ears and he couldn't bring himself to resist.

The tom quickly made his way from his nest, quietly as to not wake the other rogues that seemed to hate him as much as Thunderclan had. The call seemed to be louder, scents started wafting against his nostrils and his heart felt captured. Rockthorn's thoughts filled with the four great oaks, mixed feelings made him swallow. The four oaks were a sign of new beginnings for the tom, good or bad. Like Bear and meeting Brindlewhisker, like giving away his son to Windclan and now this strange summons.

Before the young tom knew it he was at four-trees. Rockthorn's paws shifted and he looked around his brows furrowing until he saw a bush, lit up with the warm colours of fire. He should of been frightened, he really should have but it was calling to him. Then the voice seemed to repeat what it had said, though he wasn't sure if it was him the whole time. The grey tom padded calmly as ever towards it, completely enraptured as he stared at it.

As he stared, he saw the devastation he could cause to the clans. The sheer mass of cats he could possibly murder and leave horrible and terrible scars, how many cats he could ruin the lives of. He was convinced on what he needed to do, as if he was possessed he grabbed a dry stick with bark still remaining that was about the length of a fox tail. Sticking it into the fire that riddled the bush with the heat wafting his face he waited until it lit properly before pulling away.

His breath came in heavy as adrenaline pumped through his veins, claws unsheathed he shot towards Thunderclan territory.