Post by Seastar on Dec 11, 2013 16:55:15 GMT -8
A ragged, gray tom with an unusually long tail slipped into the old StormClan territory. He had three large scars on his face, back, and leg, and walked with a slight limp. His bright blue eyes shone through the night, dampened with age. He reached the river and dived in, the water flowing off his pelt. Panting, the elder climbed onto the bank and spotted the StormClan camp.
It was midnight, and the full moon shone down upon the streams and bright green grass of StormClan's old camp. It was clear that many moons had past since a large number of cats had even visited. A bright white she-cat was sitting at the stream. Her icy blue eyes stared up at the moon with a strange gaze of serenity.
Froststar flicked her tail as she saw the old tom enter the camp.
"Seastar," she croaked. "What a pleasant surprise."
Seastar let out a raspy purr. "I thought I might visit. How's Lunarwind doing?"
"I'm sorry to say she passed away several nights ago." It was obvious that Froststar was grieving for her old medicine cat.
"Poor thing..." Seaside murmured. "Her mind just wasn't what it used to be. I hope she'll find peace in StarClan." He took the one good fish from the rotting fresh-kill pile and starting eating it. Froststar took a bite.
"Froststar, I'm old." Seaside said abruptly. "I'm tired, I'm weary, and I need to put my old bones to rest."
Froststar said nothing.
"Several moons ago," Seaside continued, "a small voice in my head kept telling me that the Clans would soon be gone. I didn't want to listen. I just ignored it. But I knew it was true. Deep down, I could just tell. I miss my friends, Froststar. Lightingface, Oakheart... Heatherdust. Nightstar, Hawkfrost, every cat I've ever met and loved is lost. They've left, and so have all the cats of all the Clans. The Clans are gone. We're the only two left, and we're not exactly in top shape to recruit and survive. There's just no hope left."
"Mouse-brain." Froststar said. Seaside looked up, surprised, to find her purring. "Before you go off saying you're so old, just remember that I was around a 'paw when these four clans were founded. And believe me, I've been ready to go to StarClan for a while. But do you know why I haven't?"
Seastar looked at her, slightly confused.
"I need to see the clans die. I need to see what I created with StarClan go back to StarClan. And our friends aren't gone. They never will be. In fact, we'll be joining them soon." Froststar looked back up at Silverpelt. The massive streak of white was partially covered by clouds, yet a few stars gleamed through.
"But once we die, the Clans are no more. If we're in StarClan, who else will remember the legacy of us? Who else will follow the warrior code, and dream with StarClan? Who else will live in four Clans like it always should be?" Sea's eyes showed obvious sadness and worry. Froststar looked back at him.
"The Clans will never be gone. Neither will StarClan. As long as one cat remembers, the legacy will always be. No matter how many cats forget, no matter how many cats thats rogues kill and lives that loners live by themselves, one of us will remember. And that's all we need. The clans will live on."
Seastar gazed down at his paws, then back up at Silverpelt. "I'm ready, then." He looked back at Froststar. "I'm ready to have one last adventure."
Froststar looked back at him and let out a long, raspy purr. Her icy eyes twinkled as she said, "Then what are we waiting for?"
The two former leaders, after journeying back to BreezeClan territory and past, started climbing the mountains. They trudged along the fir trees and redwoods, and slowly made their ascent to their last destination.
After making it to the highest point on the mountain before the Moonpeak, Froststar and Seastar rested. Seastar looked out over the mountain and caught a last glimpse of the territories he was so in love with.
Directly below the mountain and trees was BreezeClan, a large moor, and its camp on the top of the hill. To the southwest was LavaClan, with its barren volcanic rock and dry pine forests. Further south was a thick jungle-like forest, a large canopy of trees and moss-- IvyClan. Eastward was StormClan, thin woodlands accented by many, many rivers, streams and pools of varying sizes. Twolegplaces directly east and far southwest of the mountains sat, and though Seastar had many a bad memory, he couldn't help missing it all the same.
Froststar and Seastar jumped down several ledges over the peak, and finally the most memorable sight of all appeared. The Moonpeak and the sun-drown-place. Silverpelt shone with brilliant colors and bright shining stars, reflected in the waves below. Seastar gazed out for a full minute, remembering his birthing place and the time he had discovered the place to share tongues with StarClan after the Moonpool had been destroyed.
The Clans live on, Seastar thought, echoing Froststar's words.
"Say your goodbyes, Sea," Froststar said with a tiny inkling of humor and another twinkle in her eye. Seastar and Froststar slowly lay down, and let StarClan take them.
That night, the last two remaining members of the Clans left their bodies to join the endless hunting grounds of StarClan to rejoin their friends and ancestors. And though the territories of StarClan are wondrous and plentiful, no warrior, medicine cat, kit, or leader would ever forget their homes.
The last two warriors had left-- but the Clans still live on.
It was midnight, and the full moon shone down upon the streams and bright green grass of StormClan's old camp. It was clear that many moons had past since a large number of cats had even visited. A bright white she-cat was sitting at the stream. Her icy blue eyes stared up at the moon with a strange gaze of serenity.
Froststar flicked her tail as she saw the old tom enter the camp.
"Seastar," she croaked. "What a pleasant surprise."
Seastar let out a raspy purr. "I thought I might visit. How's Lunarwind doing?"
"I'm sorry to say she passed away several nights ago." It was obvious that Froststar was grieving for her old medicine cat.
"Poor thing..." Seaside murmured. "Her mind just wasn't what it used to be. I hope she'll find peace in StarClan." He took the one good fish from the rotting fresh-kill pile and starting eating it. Froststar took a bite.
"Froststar, I'm old." Seaside said abruptly. "I'm tired, I'm weary, and I need to put my old bones to rest."
Froststar said nothing.
"Several moons ago," Seaside continued, "a small voice in my head kept telling me that the Clans would soon be gone. I didn't want to listen. I just ignored it. But I knew it was true. Deep down, I could just tell. I miss my friends, Froststar. Lightingface, Oakheart... Heatherdust. Nightstar, Hawkfrost, every cat I've ever met and loved is lost. They've left, and so have all the cats of all the Clans. The Clans are gone. We're the only two left, and we're not exactly in top shape to recruit and survive. There's just no hope left."
"Mouse-brain." Froststar said. Seaside looked up, surprised, to find her purring. "Before you go off saying you're so old, just remember that I was around a 'paw when these four clans were founded. And believe me, I've been ready to go to StarClan for a while. But do you know why I haven't?"
Seastar looked at her, slightly confused.
"I need to see the clans die. I need to see what I created with StarClan go back to StarClan. And our friends aren't gone. They never will be. In fact, we'll be joining them soon." Froststar looked back up at Silverpelt. The massive streak of white was partially covered by clouds, yet a few stars gleamed through.
"But once we die, the Clans are no more. If we're in StarClan, who else will remember the legacy of us? Who else will follow the warrior code, and dream with StarClan? Who else will live in four Clans like it always should be?" Sea's eyes showed obvious sadness and worry. Froststar looked back at him.
"The Clans will never be gone. Neither will StarClan. As long as one cat remembers, the legacy will always be. No matter how many cats forget, no matter how many cats thats rogues kill and lives that loners live by themselves, one of us will remember. And that's all we need. The clans will live on."
Seastar gazed down at his paws, then back up at Silverpelt. "I'm ready, then." He looked back at Froststar. "I'm ready to have one last adventure."
Froststar looked back at him and let out a long, raspy purr. Her icy eyes twinkled as she said, "Then what are we waiting for?"
The two former leaders, after journeying back to BreezeClan territory and past, started climbing the mountains. They trudged along the fir trees and redwoods, and slowly made their ascent to their last destination.
After making it to the highest point on the mountain before the Moonpeak, Froststar and Seastar rested. Seastar looked out over the mountain and caught a last glimpse of the territories he was so in love with.
Directly below the mountain and trees was BreezeClan, a large moor, and its camp on the top of the hill. To the southwest was LavaClan, with its barren volcanic rock and dry pine forests. Further south was a thick jungle-like forest, a large canopy of trees and moss-- IvyClan. Eastward was StormClan, thin woodlands accented by many, many rivers, streams and pools of varying sizes. Twolegplaces directly east and far southwest of the mountains sat, and though Seastar had many a bad memory, he couldn't help missing it all the same.
Froststar and Seastar jumped down several ledges over the peak, and finally the most memorable sight of all appeared. The Moonpeak and the sun-drown-place. Silverpelt shone with brilliant colors and bright shining stars, reflected in the waves below. Seastar gazed out for a full minute, remembering his birthing place and the time he had discovered the place to share tongues with StarClan after the Moonpool had been destroyed.
The Clans live on, Seastar thought, echoing Froststar's words.
"Say your goodbyes, Sea," Froststar said with a tiny inkling of humor and another twinkle in her eye. Seastar and Froststar slowly lay down, and let StarClan take them.
That night, the last two remaining members of the Clans left their bodies to join the endless hunting grounds of StarClan to rejoin their friends and ancestors. And though the territories of StarClan are wondrous and plentiful, no warrior, medicine cat, kit, or leader would ever forget their homes.
The last two warriors had left-- but the Clans still live on.
~`~The End~`~