yakusoku wa oboete iru no, + MEDDIE MEETING

[brittlebreeze ♠]

(For confusion sake, these are the lyrics in which I have decided to write - they're not originally in English, so you know, I have provided both versions.)

Still alone - Ayumi Hamasaki

kimi wa ima doko ni aruite
nani o mitsumete'ru no?
itsu ka hanashite kureta yume
oitsudzukete iru no?

Where are you walking,
what are you staring at now?
Are you still chasing that dream
you once told me about?

mirai o kataru yokogao
totemo suki datta kara

I loved your face that
seemed to tell the future.

sono yume mamotte yuku tame ni wa
watashi ga icha ikenakatta

For you to protect that dream,
I couldn't be with you.

kimi wa itsu mo konna basho de
konna keshiki wo mite
dore kurai no fuan to mayoi to
tatakatte'ta no?

When you stood here
and watched the scenery,
how much anxiety and confusion
did you battle with?

hitori ni natte hajimete
wakaru koto ga ookute

I've learned a lot
from being alone.

kono te o hanasazu ni ireba
doko made demo ikeru ki ga shita

As long as you didn't let go of my hand,
I felt like I could do anything.

onaji michi aruite iku to
utagau koto mo naku shinjita

When we walked along the same path
I believed without a single doubt.

doushite sore na no ni watashi wa

But even so, why...?

doushite sore na no ni watashi wa

But even so, why...?

da kedo watashi wa

But I...

yakusoku wa oboete iru no
wasureta hi wa nai no

I remember your promise.
I remember every day.

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That light at the end of the tunnel never went out, but it often flickered. Was there reason to doubt the strength of the bulb for what it was, or was there greater reason to have faith in the bulb, for what it wasn’t? (Psst, my quote! 8'o)

Questions swarmed like a bee hive inside the ShadowClan Medicine cat’s mind, buzzing around the walls of his skull, knocking his brain and bones to and fro with nothing short of confusion. His third time coming to the Moonstone, and his limbs were beginning to ache from exhaustion. The journey was long and time-consuming but it had to be done… He just prayed that wherever StarClan was, they wouldn’t abandon Ravenpelt, Glenpaw and the other ill for his sake. He yearned that their eyes may perceive both ways, leaving none in the darkness.

Mottled fur streaked past the scenery of the different territories. Brittlebreeze didn’t care to stop and admire the landscape this time, but he didn’t deny a pleasant gust that swept about his pelt like tantalizing fingers. In a way, he felt within him, StarClan calling his soul onwards and that it was their fingers running through his soft, short fur. The dark shadows loomed ahead, even from a distance they held themselves like faces. Twisted faces of obscurity that appeared spine-chilling. To some, it was seen in a ghostly way, but to others... it was gazed upon with a majestic splendor. It represented everything he believed in, and his faith and his love and loyalty, were buried deep inside the mouth of Highstones.

The sky above was dimming with the oncoming nightfall; small, twinkling stars spotting the dying sky like bombs of hope. His icy moonstones turned upwards, into the heavens, before closing... to inhale a breath of purity. Despite the trip, it was nice to get out... his last visit hadn't been very relieving, with Purpleheart announced missing somewhere beyond ShadowClans territory, and her mothers advice to give up on Glenpaw... how could he?

She had held him up from his descend into the darkness. A steady fall since birth, he had always been dreamy and thoughtful, always questioning... never knowing. The little tabby made him see though, and he knew he loved her. It would never be easy to let go, or hold on, but he had learned over time that... fighting against destiny only ended with anguish. The harder he fought to deny it, the more struggles that he would battle. The more disappointment he would be left with, it was better to accept what he couldn't change. Take it for what it was.

Ahead, the Thunderpath stretched, smelling like crowfood and screwing up his senses. He'd be fine. He made it across several times before, right? With a cautious glance at both sides, he bolted past the tar road and onto the safe earth on the other side.

And that was it. He would wait for the others before he went inside, somehow... after the prophecy, he feared it wouldn't feel right. Would they bring him more bad news?

"StarClan save us all..." he whispered, orbs taking in the entirety of the mine's exterior; the sun's rays burning in the distance, pushing his silhouette in front of him, onto the rocky floor, before the top of his shadow merged with the murky entrance.

[C!NDERDUST]

[atrb=width,320,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=002750] The moon hung eerily in the night sky, its outline blurred slightly, as though it was glowing brightly against the midnight blue and the gentle twinkle of the stars, each of them a warrior of StarClan. Cinderdust knew. She had spoken with them before, countless times. She knew the stardust on their whiskers and the starlight at their paws. One day, she would join them. She would become one of them - all cats did when they moved on. The moors were frightening at night, when the shadows came out to sneak behind boulders and run alongside you, tearing at your pelt and whispering secrets in your ear. Cinderdust hated it. Some thought it was peaceful, and enchanting, but to her, it was terrifying. That long dash across the open ground made her heart pound like never before, and it did not slow until she had landed safely on the far side of the Thunderpath, the noise far behind her. There it was. Highstones. Looming ahead of her, as she stood there, tucked between two scraggly bushes, her gray pelt a mere shadow against the ground. Her slanted green eyes took it in almost hungrily. She had been waiting for this day for too long. StarClan would finally speak with her, tell her what was happening, why these fights were occuring, why she was falling for Stripebird, and what she had to do. The stars twinkled merrily above her as she descended into the valley, the stones rising above her, looming over her head. There. A slight break in the constant stone walls made her heart skip a beat. She was drawing closer. She could feel another presence in the wide expanse of stone. One of the other medicine cats? Cautiously peering around a corner, Cinderdust slipped forward into the gaping entrance, into the pitch black light that engufed her and cut off her senses. Her instinct was to run, to flee, but she could never. Instead, she forced her heart back down into her chest and took several tentative pawsteps forward. She could hear another cat breathing ahead of her, and she recognized his scent. It was Brittlebreeze, ShadowClan's medicine cat. The thought of the orange and white tom comforted her. At least she wasn't all alone in this cavernous space. Hoping not to frighten him, Cinderdust cleared her throat gently and called out, as softly as she could, “Brittlebreeze?” She moved on with him, listening to his pawsteps, the occasional drip of water down the stone walls, and the sound of her breathing, quiet in the silence. Finally, she felt the walls curve away, and she knew she was in the large open space where the Moonstone was located. She could barely see a sliver of moon through the hole in the top of the cave, and just enough light reached her eyes so she could see the hunched form of the other medicine cat, his eyes straight forward. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Cinderdust hesitantly approached him. “Brittlebreeze?” she repeated, hoping not to startle him. She needed to speak with someone, anyone, to take her mind off of the fact that she was in a very enclosed, very far underground space that was nearly pitch black. Oh, how she hated the darkness. Tags: fellow meddies! Words: six twenty eight Color: cornflowerblue Other: this was bad. my apologies. [th]

[stormpelt]

The openness of the moor was unfamiliar to her. The ground too dry, and the way the wind goes right through you when your on it. The sun had set not long ago, but already it was darker than was liked. Just keep calm, the she-cat told herself.

The moon shone down, making shadows with the boulders. The stars twinkled, Stormpelt took comfort in that. Knowing that her warrior ancestors were watching her, keeping her safe as she made her way to Highstones. That didn't stop her from picking up her pace, or her gaze going side to side looking for danger.

After what seemed like ages, the Thunderpath came in view, as did the smell. Monsters made their way back and forth across the path. It was a scent she wasn't used to, seeing as this was one of the few times she came near a Thunderpath. Taking a deep breath, Stormpelt crept closer to the edge. Looking both ways, she scrambled across the hard surface, ears pounding.

On the other side, she took a deep breath, thanking Starclan for a clear way. Making her way through the rough soil that surrounded the Highstones. Last time, Starclan had told her that the river would thaw, and prey would be plentiful. What news would they bring this time? Something good? Something bad? Shaking her head, Stormpelt pushed away the thoughts.

Highstones stood before her now. It was huge compare to any clan cat. Two scents caught Stormpelts attention. Hopefully just some of the other Medicince cats, she thought. Making her way closer, she could scent Brittlebreeze and Cinderdust. Brittlebreeze? Cinderdust?" Stomrpelt called out, hoping she was close enough for them to hear.


ooc;I almost got to 300 words! =D

[C!NDERDUST]

[atrb=width,320,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=002750] A noise behind her made Cinderdust jump slightly. Several rapid heartbeats later, a familiar scent brushed her nose and made her tense muscles relax. “Stormpelt,” she murmured, turning to squint at the she-cat in the darkness as she approached the assembled pair. Her long dark pelt, so similar to Cinderdust's own, shone gently in the growing moonlight, and her vibrant eyes sparkled with the promise of the knowledge they had been waiting to recieve for so long. A time of change was coming to the Clans, and all the cats knew it. "Brittlebreeze? Cinderdust?" The dark striped queen called out to her fellow medicine cats, and Cinderdust took a few pawsteps away from Brittlebreeze, towards her friend. “Hello there,” she called softly, her voice stirring the still, dusty air that was pressing down on her face. She felt herself coughing slightly, before she repressed the thought. There were more important things to be done today. She turned to glance at the large boulder that rested in the middle of the cavern. Its surface was rugged, ridged with endless scars and nooks. But when the moon shone down upon it, the stone would glow like the moon in the sky, casting brilliant shadows on the medicine cats. She knew that there was still one cat missing from the Clans. Her brow crinkled in worry. “Did you happen to see Reedmist on your way here?” she asked Stormpelt, hoping that she'd say yes. Cinderdust had been waiting too long for this, and she would not wait for Reedmist to appear before pressing her nose against the Moonstone. Besides, the moon would shine down its light when it pleased. It waited for no cat. This meant that their time there was limited, and as soon as those starbeams shone down through the ceiling, Cinderdust would have her pink, leathery nose pressed against that cool surface. Tags: fellow meddies and mighty StarClan warriors! Words: four oh eight Color: cornflowerblue Other: are we almost ready? [th]

[stormpelt]

Black ears swiveled to the sound of Cinderdust's voice. Turning her head, her gaze rested upon the gray and white she-cat. This is her first time coming here Stormpelt remember. Hello. she called out softly. The air was still, almost as if Starclan were holding its breath.



“Did you happen to see Reedmist on your way here?” Stormpelt barely caught the question. "No, I didn't. He should be here soon though. It's not like him to miss a meeting. Stormpelt replied, hoping to reassure Cinderdust.

Stormpelt glanced towards the Thunderpath, hoping catch sight of Reddmist. But nothing was there. Only the eerie shadows made by the moon. Sighing, she tirned back to Cinderdust. "You excited? she asked, hoping it would pass enough time for Reedmist to show up.

ooc;Ugh, I suck this time. =P [/size]

[reed]

"Late, late, late!"

Reedmist ran through WindClan's territory, panting as the tall grass tugged at his pelt, and the burrs caught in his fur from when he bent into a bush back on the edges of his territory. That's what you beg for falling asleep! He scolded himself, sighing inwardly. Of course, he wasn't entirely angry that he had fallen asleep. Thoughts of herbs and the resent peace had been racing through his head recently, leaving his slumber full of nightmares about a looming cloud of war, hanging over the Clans. He doubted StarClan was involved in these dreams, the medicine cat was quite sure that it was his own feeling and imagination ruining his peaceful nights.

The moon was fairly high in the sky now, and Reedmist was approaching the rocky hill, Highstones. The surrounding area was dark, when the ThunderClan medicine cat came up by the cave mouth, he couldn't see a thing, he let intuition guide him through to cave entrance. He started walking through to the cave, where he could hear the faint whispers of his fellow medicine cats. He was excited to see Cinderdust, the new WindClan medicine cat. Reedmist had only heard rumors from RiverClan that there was a new medicine cat. Although Windpelt will be missed.. He sighed, and by the time he looked up, he realized he was right around the corner to Mothermouth, the center of the cave.

He turned the last corner, and shook his pelt, feeling dust from the cave falling off of his fur, dark gray in the limited light. "No, I didn't. He should be here soon though. It's not like him to miss a meeting." He just barely caught the reply, when he assumed they must be talking about him. "Hello, hello!" I'm really sorry about being so late, I fell asleep and..." He trailed off, feeling slightly embarrassed. He sat down by Cinderdust, nodding at her with a smile on his face.

[brittlebreeze ♠]

Brittlebreeze didn’t hear the approaching pawsteps, and in truth, he hadn’t been listening to begin with. Concern was a torrent inside of him; like a river it rushed down every passageway, seemingly no limits. It chilled his blood. StarClan had spoken of the omen here, less than half a moon ago… less than a week ago. He wondered idly if the other Medicine cats had received any signs of the oncoming doom; questioning what they said, was it just ShadowClan or did it involve the entire forest? Surely StarClan could not be mistaken? Distant to his surroundings, he lifted himself from the cooling rocks, before he strode forward towards Mothermouth.

He wanted to get it over with so he could go back home, despite his relief at some nice, fresh air… he felt safer being in camp with his Clanmates and he felt reassured to know that the injured were in his presence. He didn’t like leaving them there, because who would watch over them in case their wounds worsened? StarClan were always there, always watching, but now their eyes were on him and the other Medicine cats. He just hoped, as he’d done so before, that their peripheral view stretched far enough to engulf all bodies.

Whiskers twitching, he felt them graze the frosty, untouched walls of the tunnel. The air was stiff, and stale; this was where the sun never shone, and the unsullied air never reached. It was a whole new world, almost. His pawsteps clacked where his pads met the hackneyed earth; thousands of stones ground up and left there to rot for eternity, and his breath was pulsating along with his heartbeat (it throbbed in his ears). Anxious, he hurried into the main cave, and waited eagerly for the moonlight to press down from a gap in the roof, and onto the stone that would shine luminous. He could think for a moment, when the air lightened and became familiar once again… the light of the Moonstone was like a beacon, always calling out for the lost. It was like hope never faded, only flickered… between day and night.

Night… At a time when the sky falls but does not break.

Warily, he adjusted his senses and glanced around. Catching not only the tabby fur, but the voice of her as well; WindClan’s Medicine cat had arrived, the scent of her confirmed and he was surprised to find that it wasn’t Windpelt. It was her apprentice, Cinderdust instead.

Brittlebreeze?

"Oh... No Windpelt?" He murmured cautiously. Icy blue gaze searching for an answer on her face. Farther away, he heard the distance movement of approaching guests. He could only tell that it was Reedmist and Stormpelt. His neck fur prickled; not with unease, but with foreboding.

"Greetings." He dipped his head politely, ears flicking backwards for a few seconds. And now they wait.

[C!NDERDUST]

[atrb=width,320,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=002750] Cinderdust examined Brittlebreeze in the dim light, what she could make out of his face. It seemed a bit strained, forced, as though trouble was lurking beneath the perfect surface. Cinderdust huffed slightly to herself - hopefully he would get the wad out of his tail and greet her politely. His gaze, however, was steely as he turned on her. "Oh . . . no Windpelt?" Cinderdust's ears flattened to her triangular head as her heard skipped a beat. Biting her tongue to keep from retorting, the gray queen turned to Stormpelt and Reedmist, who had just appeared, hurtling through the tunnel, out of breath. "Hello, hello! I'm really sorry about being so late, I fell asleep and . . ." His voice trailed off, and he nodded politely, in an almost friendly manner, to Cinderdust. She smiled back at him, her emerald eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "You weren't late," she murmured to him, settling down by his shoulder as Brittlebreeze scanned the assembled medicine cats. "Greetings," he said finally, flicking his ears back, settling down on his orange and white haunches, and sinking within himself. Cinderdust eyed him dubiously. Was he not interested in the other Clans? What was happening? Shrugging one gray shoulder, she tilted her head around to look at the other two. "My name is Cinderdust, and I was Windpelt's apprentice. She decided to retire recently, so I'm here in her place." Cinderdust explained, her heartbeat quickening at the words. Would they question her? Ignore her? Welcome her? She couldn't be sure. Suddenly, there was silence. Cinderdust could just see the edge of the moon, rapidly approaching the large skylight. Soon it would fall down, and the medicine cats would have to press their noses against the smooth stone, cool to the touch. The gray queen glanced at the others, not wanting to seem too desperate and eager. Still, she needed to speak with StarClan - about everything. Tags: fellow meddies and mighty StarClan warriors! Words: four eleven Color: cornflowerblue Other: meep. [th]

[stormpelt]

Stormpelt at the cats that were gathered around her. "Hello Reedmist, you weren't late at all." she meowed to the tom. Then, Stormpelt remembered that Reedmist had an apprentice. There was no scent of the young tom. But before she could ask about him, Cinderdust spoke.


"My name is Cinderdust, and I was Windpelt's apprentice. She decided to retire recently, so I'm here in her place." Stormpelt gazed at the she-cat warmly. "Welcome then. We're glad to have you join us." she said, smiling at Cinderdust. She seemed nervous, but Stormpelt could understand why. She remembered her first time to the highstones. She'd been young, but the former medicine cat had gotten ill, and had retired, leaving her on her own. But that was the past, and now it was time to make Cinderdust feel at ease here.

Turning back to Reedmist, Stormpelt remembered what she was going to ask him. "Reedmist, where is Cloverpaw? she asked curiously. While she waited for an answer, she looked to the caves opening. The darkness was never ending in the tunnel. But she knew at the end came light, where she would walk with Starclan.

Word Count;213
Other;I totally forgot what the stone in highstones was called. =/

[brittlebreeze ♠]

In truth, the mottled tom hadn't meant to offend Cinderdust; it was an honest error, one of surprise, rather than greeting, but it wasn’t to say he wasn’t soothed by the presence of what felt like kin. They were united not by blood, but by occupation, all guided by StarClan, the closest to their ancestors of their Clans. His mind was moving at too fast a speed, carelessly speaking and lacking optimistic and friendly emotion; warily, he scanned the faces and appearances of the Medicine cats around him. Sapphire gaze lacking a clouded veil, they were neither darkened nor austere; his rich orbs held an almost a serene air instead, and a sorrow that (to him) felt like a foreshadowed hindrance.

Would they all come here again in a moon, and if they did, would they all be alive and healthy? Would this oncoming doom really be as savage and threatening as StarClan's omen had predicted? White paws shuffled quietly, battering subtly at the cool, stale ground. A rock rustled in response, the thud echoing about the main cave. He would have felt better if he could mention the omen to them, but if StarClan hadn't sent it to them, maybe they weren't supposed to know? Another contradicting theory was that, maybe StarClan had lied. What if this trouble was only for ShadowClan? (But why would they lie?) Though they'd mentioned that the entire forest was in danger, was it up to him to tell them or would they find out soon enough? That was what the Medicine cat meeting was for, right? To get help and advice from their Warrior ancestors.

My name is Cinderdust, and I was Windpelt's apprentice. She decided to retire recently, so I'm here in her place. The silver tabby mewed, and his gaze, inquisitively bright, didn't bother to examine her. Appearances didn't say whether or not someone was worthy, and if she had been chosen as a Medicine cat, to train as one, then it was her destiny. StarClan had chosen it for her, and they hadn't been wrong before in that area of expertise; she was very welcome here. He hoped Windpelt was alright and that she had retired peacefully, under no force or specific reason except that it was her time to do so... He hadn't formerly met her, but he knew who she was and that she didn't come to the last meeting. It'd struck concern inside of Brittlebreeze; nonetheless, he knew that an apprentice of hers would be skilled, since she was Medicine cat of WindClan for many seasons.

"I hope she is well," he murmured gently, a flicker of sincerity stumbling past his rays. "You were very lucky to have had her as a mentor, I'm sure you're very experienced." A trace of longing. He wished he had that luxury. Maybe he just felt reserved, or careful; he smiled, but it was guarded. A Medicine cat of WindClan, a new one, was just as much a stranger to him. He had never met Cinderdust before, even when he'd been ShadowClan's Medicine cat for nearly a moon... Had she met Hawkstorm? In his conscious thinking, he hadn't paid close enough attention to their surroundings. The light had dimmed, into a pitch darkness, the faintest traces of the others bodies growing gradually visible; the moonlight was beginning to pour in through the gap above the stone. He turned, the face left in darkness blanketed by shadow, but his eyes were gleaming now, the lighter blue iris was icy, but also warm. Brittlebreeze glanced back at them, before proceeding onwards to the Moonstone, and it was considerably alive. He crouched down, and pressed his pink nose to it.. a shiver passed through him, before he closed his orbs and opened his mind.

At first, there was only darkness, and then a familiar warmth... Greetings, StarClan. He thought, in the back of his releasing intellect.

[C!NDERDUST]

[atrb=width,320,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=002750] "Welcome, then. We're glad to have you join us." Stormpelt meowed, her green depths kind. Cinderdust felt herself relaxing in the dim light, casting shadows on her long gray pelt. Somehow, this wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be. There was a light pause as Stormpelt turned to speak with Reedmist, and Cinderdust found her gaze directed at the orange and white tom that sat apart from the group. What was running through his mind? Cinderdust would have given anything to know. He seemed so preoccupied and so strained. His sapphire eyes were downcast, and his pelt seemed unkempt. The gray queen noted how he sat there, shoulders hunched and stiff, the light of the moon falling down on his pelt, illuminating it in starlight. Here we go. She watched, breathless, as Brittlebreeze moved forward, as though drawn by an invisible, eternal force. His eyes were devoid of emotion, yet they glowed with an unearthly light. Without giving it a second thought, Cinderdust moved towards the large, rugged stone, now thrown into sharper detail by the light of the moon. Its surface was covered with marks and niches, that glowed with fallen starshine. As she approached, her heart caught in her throat, and her green eyes closed momentarily. Here she was, in the place she had visited so often in her dreams in the moons passed. Windpelt's stories had filled her mind and overwhelmed her. Now she was standing a breath away, her nose tingling with anticipation. Taking a deep breath, with one last glance at the tom who sat beside her, the pretty queen took a step forward, feeling her nose make contact with the rugged stone. It was surprisingly cool to the touch, considering the fact that it practically glowed, a white hot star, radiating energy and power. Her emerald eyes closed a second time, yet now she felt herself losing grip. Darkness clouded her vision, the light of the moonstone gradually fading, winking out, leaving her in pitch darkness. "Hello?" she coughed, the dark, dusty air pressing down on her. She could detect the faint outline of the Moonstone and the other medicine cats, and a . . . cliff? Was that a cliff? It was. She made her way forward, feeling her paws brushing against dewy grass. Ignoring the fact that she was merely dreaming, Cinderdust took in her surroundings, soaking up the details, her heart beating in wonder. There were birds flying around - one of them smiled at her - and the breezes whispered sweet nothings in her ears. The distant roar of a waterfall made her eyes widen, and when she reached the drop, her stomach plummeted. She was looking out over the world, her world, her home. She could see Fourtrees, the RiverClan stream, ShadowClan's camp, her own moors, beautiful, beautiful moors. Was this heaven? A noise behind her made the gray queen's ears flick. She wasn't nervous; merely curious. Her bright eyes scanned the foliage for her guest. "Come on out," she called, a smile breaking on her face. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Bright blue eyes, sprinkled with starlight, watched the orange and white tom as he succumbed to the shadows, falling into a deep slumber. Dainty pale paws carried her forward as she entered the hazy dusk that was dreams. They glowed with a soft, peaceful throb, lighting the way as she sifted through the thoughts, finding the right one. There. A flash of bright sapphire eyes, so similar to her own. He was awake. "Brittlebreeze," she called, her voice echoing among the whisps of smoke that blurred the edges of reality. She hesitated, one pale paw hovering above the ground, speckled with shadows. He had not quite realized her presence. Closing her deep blue eyes, the queen held herself back, feeling his heartbeat moments away from hers. Tags: fellow meddies and mighty StarClan warriors! Words: seven thirty nine Color: cornflowerblue Other: meep. [th]

[brittlebreeze ♠]

It felt like the cold of leaf-bare had passed through him; shivers ran up and down his spine, and his paws stretched in front of him as his claws tried to grab something, anything. His mind kept pushing itself backwards in time, to some distant memory that had almost escaped him, and it would have, if he hadn't been persistent enough somewhere to snag it. The ginger and white Medicine cat couldn't even recall thinking about it, or being reminded of it. It was subconscious intent entirely, and where it became important, Brittlebreeze hardly knew.

"I'll miss you," His little voice whispered despairingly into her fur. Her body had grown cold and stiff, and his heart ached for the familiar warmth it used to emit. How easy did he think it was going to be to let go? It was harder to try and understand the cycle of life, as it was, than it was to say goodbye.

Goodbye was easy, but he didn't want her to leave forever. That would always be the saddest thing she could possibly do... Just remember that your mother loves you, and that she'll be watching you from StarClan. Always." Iceclaw murmured comfortingly, but the sound was wrong. It only made him feel worse. With a huff, the small Brittlekit blinked his icy blue eyes dully.

Iceclaws pawsteps faded away, and he buried his face back into Willowpools pelt, soaking up the last bits of her sweet scent...

The flashback seemed to take forever, but it had only last a second in reality. When Brittlebreeze opened his crystal moonstones, he was instantly aware of every sparkling fern, and every cloud in the beautiful, clear sky that StarClans forest held within it. His soul had opened up to the beauty and purity, and he felt the shimmers surrounding him, murmuring with the beats of his heart. Where he stepped, the ground echoed his pawsteps with glitter.

An ear flicked as he crept through the tall, delicate wheat; separating a pathway as he slipped through on winded feet. Brittlebreeze, There was a whisper that caught his attention, and he stopped. With ears perked forward and icy blue eyes alert, he pushed up further to see above the top of the meadow for the source of the sound. He saw nothing.

"Hello?" He called, his voice weak as it died out into the distance.

"Is there anyone there?"

He couldn't remember feeling so alone. Had StarClan left him too?

[C!NDERDUST]

[atrb=width,320,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=002750] [willowpool] The white and gray she-cat blinked at her son, his orange and white pelt standing out in stark contrast against the dark foliage. His bright blue eyes scanned the landscape, and Willowpool knew it was time. "Hello? Is anyone there?" his voice was lost in the vast skies, but she heard it in her heart. Moving forward, she stood there, staring straight at him. "Brittlebreeze," she whispered, her breath floating towards him and wrapping him in its sweet sound. And then she was flying forward towards him, her eyes bright with happiness. He was here. She came up to meet him, standing a tail-length away, not daring herself to go closer. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain this problem to him. This thing. This. "I have so much to tell you," she meowed, glancing towards the moon, panicked and saddened to see the starlight fading. Soon it would be too late. She turned slowly towards her son, eyeing him for several long heartbeats. Her gaze was filled with tenderness and sweet sorrow. "You've become so handsome," she murmured, her tail flicking forward to wrap around her paws as she seated herself, gaze steady on him. "Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams." She sighed gently, and the breeze blew through the trees, sprinkling starshine down on the two of them. It fell gently down, sparkling in the midnight air, little flecks of glitter, sinking down to surround them. Her eyes were gentle upon his face as she spoke to him, now about love. His love for Glenpaw, the pretty little apprentice who stole his heart. Their relationship was a troubled one - full of obstacles and pain and tears. Brittlebreeze was shaken, that was clear. He needed peace, he needed to be assured that it would be okay. “If you love somebody, let them go. If they come back to you, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were." It was hard to hear, yes. But it was true. He needed to realize that losing someone special was perfectly okay. After all, I lost you, she thought silently, gazing at her son with tears sparkling in her wise eyes. Ducking her head to hide them, she continued. "Fighting against one's destiny only leads to anguish and struggle. So don't." she meowed. "I know you wish that your father and I could be with you, teaching you, living with you . . . " her breath caught in her throat at the idea. If only. "We love you so much," she murmured, moving forward now to press her nose against his cheek, closing her eyes sadly. "Your time will come, and we will be together once more. But now is not that time. Don't waste your days dreaming for something that is yet to come." The moonlight was almost gone. She grasped onto the thread of reality that hung in the air, pressing down on them, holding on for one more minute. "Something is coming, something bigger than any one of the Clans. Be careful. The Clans will have to be as one when disaster strikes." She felt the light fading on her pelt and blinked sadly. "I'm sorry. Stay strong, and don't forget to believe in yourself." she called softly, before the darkness consumed her, sending her shooting away into nothingness. She watched, the wind ruffling her pelt, as Brittlebreeze sat there, all alone in the dark clearing, before the light completely faded. All alone, once more. Tags: fellow meddies and mighty StarClan warriors! Words: seven sixty one Color: cornflowerblue, skyblue Other: quotes by: ashley smith was that okay? i can change anything you want me to. [th]

[brittlebreeze ♠]

There was nothing about himself that he didn't already know. He knew the way his fur felt after he'd groomed himself, or the way his eyes sparkled in the daylight; the sheer rays making his fur glisten like pure bullion, and he knew how terribly stubborn he was. There was movement in the wheat ahead of him, and he could both hear and sense the oncoming presence; the... soul that approached. In a shimmering meadow, blotched in the very heart of StarClans forest, he was not afraid. The sound of swaying treetops jingled in the distance, fused with the whispering wind (seemingly humming twelve thousand melodic voices into his ears- an orchestra of memories; a beautiful symphony that reflected peace, but also a keepsake of pain) played again the story of anguish. It left the ShadoClan Medicine cat dumbfounded in his own reminiscence; his chest throbbed. He wanted to be blissful, but there was a prowling poison surging through his veins, embezzling his mind and heart; he was but a prisoner, a victim, in his own mass. The gentle, tantalizing fingertips of the vanished were more grating than embraced...

A Medicine cat was commonly seen as a savior, but few had realized that they were also the keepers of the dead. Paws swift and implicitly light working to heal the injured and the ill; the image was assumed upbeat, rather than destructive. Authenticity declared that a Medicine cat could do both. The taste of nightshade, or a pop of juniper; who wouldn't trust a healer? Black juice from lavender, the obvious difference was so little. He who chose it, could be StarClans supplier, if he chose to be a reaper of sorts. A grimly man. Ice blue gems blinked, surprised to find that the StarClan warrior who had revealed themselves to him, was none other than his mother... It was a bittersweet reunion, and for his previous flashback, revelation dawned. Brittlebreeze, she meowed, but she was a ways away and her words reached him in the setup of a whisper. It was the same voice he had heard before. Willowpool had been calling him. On plumed paws, she glided forward only to stop a fox-length away, he heard her more clearly this time... crystal moonstones gazing intensely into equal ones. He ignored the spark of affection that burned inside of him; because he was obstinate, and because he was bitter that she had left him in the first place. I have so much to tell you, You've become so handsome,

At that point, he wanted to die. He wondered briefly if she would replay his fathers words, the ones that mentioned the Coterie, and their leader... this turncoat who had veiled themselves well among the collection of ShadowClan, or if she would ramble on about some mysterious secret or great information that neither Icelcaw or she had spoken of before. He was prepared for the worst, to put simply... or he was not prepared at all, perhaps. He wanted to think that he was, because for the last moon, StarClan had revealed nothing magnificent in regards to themselves. The only thing he'd learned from being a Medicine cat so far was that a Medicine cats life is a tortured, raw one, and the only good thing that comes of it, is the choice of whether or not to save others lives. Thankfully, Brittlebreeze was not a grimly man, and he would not choose death over salvation for the innocent. His jaw tightened in response to his mother.

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.

"I have a dream I could fight for," he murmured quietly, but it was void of warm emotion. "But all the fight in me is gone. It was my dream that ate my heart." Don't tell me about dreams... all the ones I have are nightmares, or leave me broken and battered like a monster just smashed me. His voice was engorged with regret, not because he had said it in the first place, but because it was true, and the truth hurt. He speculated, questioning how much she knew about who he had become. He wasn't the same person he used to be. He had let all of his ache consume him. Her words sounded nice, however, and he wished that he were living in the same reverie that she was. She was so far away, but presently, so close. He stifled a sigh as she continued. If you love somebody, let them go. If they come back to you, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

They were words he would have traded his soul to Satan if only he hadn't had to listen to them; they spoke of two different things. Merriment and loss. Put that together and you have Glenpaw. The ginger and white tom turned his head away from the StarClan queen as if the sensation of slaughter would go away... she just kept at it. It might as well be a clear cut, another chimera of fresh heart wound. Fighting against one's destiny only leads to anguish and struggle. So don't. I know you wish that your father and I could be with you, teaching you, living with you . . . We love you so much, He hadn't noticed her creep forward, but she had, on silent wings, and small filmy tears trickled down his cheeks as she pressed her nose against his smooth face. Her scent was so sweet and so familiar, he wanted to be a kit again, warm in her arms, feeling her silky fur surrounding him. Your time will come, and we will be together once more. But now is not that time. Don't waste your days dreaming for something that is yet to come. He didn't think she knew him well enough to say things like that. She had left him when he was just a kitten, and from her place in StarClan, could she see into the well of his eyes and read him like an open book? If StarClan couldn't resurrect the dead, then... he doubted their skills in such foolish idealism. Her next words were ones he already knew of, and they slipped past him unacknowledged. Daylight was pouring into the wistful horizon, bright reds and oranges that sent the sky alight with searing colors; he even heard a lark chirp.

I'm sorry. Stay strong, and don't forget to believe in yourself. She'd barely taken a step back, before her entire body had exploded into shimmering dust; it washed over his face, and he could sense her presence leaving the small makeshift clearing. She was gone.

Willowpool was gone, and all she had left him with, were words to ponder over. He was alone now, and his orbs squinted against the potency of the sunrise. "Like I said," He muttered coldly, "My only dream ate my heart." Brittlebreeze already knew he didn’t have to go anywhere, in a moment’s time, he would wake and he would be returned to the moist, dark space that he and the other Medicine cats had fallen asleep inside of. Their noses would either be pressed against the dying stone while the moon above faded into the first light of dawn.

And then he did. The cavern was unusually quiet compared to StarClans forest, and it disturbed him. Beside him, the three other Medicine cats slept. They were probably waiting to wake up, or their conversations were drawing to a close… he didn’t wait for them to stir. His pawsteps were soundless as he slithered back up the tunnel, and into the open air. He couldn’t remember feeling so lost and helpless, but also so cold and angry. Who was his stranger in his skin? Those words Willowpool had spoken, he could want to be content and he could want his mate back and his ecstasy to live every day, but he was a Medicine cat, and those values were a path too far away. She wouldn’t understand that everything he had worked for previously meant nothing now. Everything he had cherished then meant nothing now. Glenpaw meant nothing now. His ethics had to be changed and it was impossible to change them overnight, within the blink of an eye. A Warrior turning Medicine cat was unheard of, and it was the hardest path anyone could follow. He bit his lip hard in frustration, his breaths coming out in large livid huffs.

It was impossible to live through unless one was selfless enough to only care about everyone else, and hate themselves.

Dreams, what were dreams!? They were nothing! And being a Medicine cat was probably the worst thing he could ever think of. He hated everything at that point, and he wanted to die. But even then, he doubted that the transaction of death would suffice his needs to escape this devastating agony. What his mother told him and asked of him, was something he could never do.

It was his destiny to love her. It was his destiny not to love her.

No matter what he did, he would suffer. His head hated her and found her name complete taboo, while his heart yearned for her, and called for her endlessly…

But she was too far away now for she gave his heart no reply. It was an ache he could never tend to; all cats that came to him looking for Dock, or a single poppy seed to aid their sleepless nights could find the solution to their tribulations, but there was no antidote for a broken heart.

So he would suffer eternally, because he was barred from a love that he craved. He needed love to live.

He slid away into the brush, leaving Highstones completely.

[stripebird]

(Excuse my Stripestar account. This is for Scorn)



She leaped forward to break the distance between she and the Medicine cat; her dark brown and toffee dappled fur a shadowed streak. She was late. Hoho, but the StarClan elder had never been prompt to begin with. If there was anything that she missed back in the forest, it was having apprentices take care of her. She told them stories, stories from her time; many many seasons ago. Her life had slithered by like the smallest slug; and when she passed to StarClan, she did so willingly. Come on out, The little elder heard Cinderdusts' call; she smirked.

So WindClan hadn't changed, with their bossy headstrong ways. What a relief. The little chocolate and speckled figure trotted closer to the tabby, her moss green gaze flickering with starlight, but also wisdom. "You called," She meowed good-heartedly, but there was a humorous edge in its depths, "And I came. Cinderdust, we don't have much time to chat, and you don't know me anyway, so I'll make this as quick as possible—," She slipped on delicate feet beside the WindClan Medicine cat, her skinny tail twitching back and forth. Ahead, the forest facing them began to become weak; the leaves fell from the trees, every beautiful garden or stretch of healthy grass turned brown and dead. The flowers wilted. The trees fell over. Fire reigned.

The firelight reflected in her gems, and the tone in which she spoke was dire. "Eminent evil is hiding in the silhouette of a great shadow; blending, but the moorland provides no such. Before the witching hour ascends, the Clans must unite to fend off this malevolent misfortune." Her fur was tinted red, but then everything fell into gloom; the sky was black, the distant view followed. Beneath the cliff was only a deep abyss.

"Goodbye." Her crisp voice rumbled as her sparkling fur began to fade away.

A force pushed the Medicine cat roughly over the edge; down into the fissure where she would then wake.

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