Post by Flourishingstar on Aug 29, 2007 21:17:24 GMT -5
Here's the novel I started on. It's not warriors, but it is about cats. I've been formlulating this plot in my mind for a while now, but just now got around to typing it. Also, if you're gonna rate, instead of saying, "It sucks." Can you please give me some real critisism? Thanks! Anyways, here's the story;
***Prologue***
Ceremoniously-lit flames created dancing shadows on the walls of a stone cave, and lit the surrounding area with a pale orange light. The night air was cold and stiff, but the fire warmed it and created a shelter from enemies. Farther above, pine trees carved shadows on the land and sliced into the starry night sky. A bright, full moon illuminated the forest, shedding silver light upon the forest floor and the cold stone den. It was a clear night but for all the cats present, the air tasted bitter, as if they could feel that something was wrong. Inside the hidden cavern, a light gray she-cat’s flanks heaved with labor.
“Obsidian…” the she-cat murmured, as if the owner of the name could have stopped her pain. A gray tom, standing watch in the corner twitched his ears. With a sharp gasp of pain from the mother, the first kit arrived, and was instantly leapt upon and licked by Obsidian, who had been standing coldly and distantly mere moments ago. The kit was a dark gray, like his father, which made him eligible to be a Firedancer. The older dark gray tom sighed with relief. The she-cat’s body quivered slightly, then heaved again as a second kit arrived. This time, Obsidian recoiled, as if he was watching death emerge from his mate’s body. This time the kit was female, and it writhed around, silent mews forming on her lips, but never reaching the still and tense air.
“Obsidian! My kit!” the light gray female cried, hurt glowing in her blue eyes. She tried to rise and help her kit, but was too weak.
“Sapphire, that kit has splotches of many colors. She is poisonous to the Blood, and must be exterminated.” Obsidian replied coldly, then yowled over his shoulder. A frantic white cat burst into the cave, sides heaving as if he had run a mile. “Sire?” he asked, in mild confusion, glancing from the she-cat in labor to the other tom.
“You are not needed!” the she-cat snapped, before Obsidian could reply. “This kit shall survive, no matter what you say! Tortoiseshells are rare, yes, but this kit shall be strong!” Sapphire continued, blue eyes glittering defiance. The two toms exchanged glances, then Obsidian bowed his head. He knew when his claim was lost; especially when facing Sapphire. Obsidian turned to the other tom, but was again silenced.
“You!” the new mother meowed, and the pale gray tom stiffened. “Get the Queen Dancer. She will want to see this one.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“No! Most certainly not!” Citrine, the Queen Dancer, growled. “That kit is a mutant! A disgrace! I will not have her seen as a part of one of my dance fortress!”
“But, Queen, have compassion! Have sympathy!” Sapphire protested, wrapping her tail protectively around the multi-colored kit. “This kit will rise to greatness, and you will not regret letting her live.” But, again, the Queen hesitated in the face of her best dancer.
“Give me five moons to train her to become a dancer! After five moons, if she does not dance to your standards, you may exile her.” Sapphire continued, light gray fur bristling slightly.
The Queen eyed her coldly. “Fine. Five moons and no less.
But once the five moons have passed, that cursed kit must leave my Kinship!”
"Yes, Queen. I will prove to you that she is of worthy blood!" Sapphire mewed, then licked her kit. Obsidian let out a sigh. He quite agreed with the Queen, the kit was a disgrace to the Kinship, and he was embarresed and raged to be the father of her. "Sapphire, come." He mewed, his cold eyes meeting her fierce gaze. Sapphire looked up at the full moon as she passed under it's welcoming light, the stars reflecting on her silver and gray tabby pelt.
***Prologue***
Ceremoniously-lit flames created dancing shadows on the walls of a stone cave, and lit the surrounding area with a pale orange light. The night air was cold and stiff, but the fire warmed it and created a shelter from enemies. Farther above, pine trees carved shadows on the land and sliced into the starry night sky. A bright, full moon illuminated the forest, shedding silver light upon the forest floor and the cold stone den. It was a clear night but for all the cats present, the air tasted bitter, as if they could feel that something was wrong. Inside the hidden cavern, a light gray she-cat’s flanks heaved with labor.
“Obsidian…” the she-cat murmured, as if the owner of the name could have stopped her pain. A gray tom, standing watch in the corner twitched his ears. With a sharp gasp of pain from the mother, the first kit arrived, and was instantly leapt upon and licked by Obsidian, who had been standing coldly and distantly mere moments ago. The kit was a dark gray, like his father, which made him eligible to be a Firedancer. The older dark gray tom sighed with relief. The she-cat’s body quivered slightly, then heaved again as a second kit arrived. This time, Obsidian recoiled, as if he was watching death emerge from his mate’s body. This time the kit was female, and it writhed around, silent mews forming on her lips, but never reaching the still and tense air.
“Obsidian! My kit!” the light gray female cried, hurt glowing in her blue eyes. She tried to rise and help her kit, but was too weak.
“Sapphire, that kit has splotches of many colors. She is poisonous to the Blood, and must be exterminated.” Obsidian replied coldly, then yowled over his shoulder. A frantic white cat burst into the cave, sides heaving as if he had run a mile. “Sire?” he asked, in mild confusion, glancing from the she-cat in labor to the other tom.
“You are not needed!” the she-cat snapped, before Obsidian could reply. “This kit shall survive, no matter what you say! Tortoiseshells are rare, yes, but this kit shall be strong!” Sapphire continued, blue eyes glittering defiance. The two toms exchanged glances, then Obsidian bowed his head. He knew when his claim was lost; especially when facing Sapphire. Obsidian turned to the other tom, but was again silenced.
“You!” the new mother meowed, and the pale gray tom stiffened. “Get the Queen Dancer. She will want to see this one.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“No! Most certainly not!” Citrine, the Queen Dancer, growled. “That kit is a mutant! A disgrace! I will not have her seen as a part of one of my dance fortress!”
“But, Queen, have compassion! Have sympathy!” Sapphire protested, wrapping her tail protectively around the multi-colored kit. “This kit will rise to greatness, and you will not regret letting her live.” But, again, the Queen hesitated in the face of her best dancer.
“Give me five moons to train her to become a dancer! After five moons, if she does not dance to your standards, you may exile her.” Sapphire continued, light gray fur bristling slightly.
The Queen eyed her coldly. “Fine. Five moons and no less.
But once the five moons have passed, that cursed kit must leave my Kinship!”
"Yes, Queen. I will prove to you that she is of worthy blood!" Sapphire mewed, then licked her kit. Obsidian let out a sigh. He quite agreed with the Queen, the kit was a disgrace to the Kinship, and he was embarresed and raged to be the father of her. "Sapphire, come." He mewed, his cold eyes meeting her fierce gaze. Sapphire looked up at the full moon as she passed under it's welcoming light, the stars reflecting on her silver and gray tabby pelt.
