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The Forgotten Warrior of NightClan 2
SongBlaze (2013-02-11 22:03:47)continue!! :
BUT WHERE FROM STARCLANS HUNTING GROUNDS DID WINDFEATHER COMENT??? WASNT SHE DEAD? someone please explain to me
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Ilurv (2013-02-12 20:06:56)Its not her cousin, this is just a really really reeeaaalllyyy old story I never continued because nobody liked!
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Stripepelt lay down his head...full of thoughts of Broken hearts and broken spirits, and began to dream.
They were not good dreams, just painful and sad-memories of lost love and broken hearts, of a long journey, still uncompleted, to find What he had always wanted...someone to love.
(dream) "Windkit! Windkit? Where are you?" Stripepelt called out, his tail flicking in frustration, "Windkit, if you keep this up, you'll never be mature enough to be an aprentice!"
Windkit popped her head out of a bramble bush near the entrance of camp, "Your just sad that I'm becoming an apprentice tommorow and you cant keep me locked up in the nursery anymore!" she called out. "I'll be windPAW tomorow, and then you cant stop me from exploring!" she said, scrambling to get out of the bushes and running over to stripepelt, tripping over her own paws.
Stripepelt stifled a purr, he had to be stern with her now, even if she was the cuttest kitten in all of NightClan. "come on, your mom went out today and caught you a mouse!" said stripepelt, hopeing to excite the kit. "Oh, yum! " windkit dashes for the nursery, "Featherfoot always catches the juiciest!"
Stripepelt followed, no longer hiding the growing purr in his throat. This was his daughter, this was the one he loved.
"and so, until you earn your warrior name, you shall be known as an apprentice by the name, windpaw!" Finishd Blazestar. The cats in the Clan let out a chourus of mews, "Windpaw! Windpaw!" but Featherfoot's and Stripepelt's rang out the loudest. Stripepelt felt an overwelming sense of pride, on of happiness. He knew that no matter what, he could always look back on this moment for happiness.
Three days later. he couldn't have been more wrong. Only three days...just three days after windpaw's ceremony, his beloved mate, featherfoot, had tried to cross the thunderpath, and she had failed, an overlysized monster with screaming horns and wind that treatened to suck the rest of the patrol away hit her square on.
there wasn't even anything worth burying.
and thats when Stripepelt left. After he saw what remained of his mate, a tuff of Silver and golden fur and a bloody mass that might have been her tail.
Her beautiful, golden, silver-speckled tail.
And her kitten,
Their kitten,
seeing what remained,
before stripepelt could stop her
and cover her eyes,
she saw.
And she understood,
Featherfoot was gone. Forever.
and so he left the clan.
to be continued...