Falconstar's Prophecy -*- [untold tales spoof story]
Aug 24, 2017 19:10:30 GMT -5
Post by Hollyleaf ღ on Aug 24, 2017 19:10:30 GMT -5
Falconstar, leader of UntoldClan, walked around his camp, the sunlight gleaming on his unusually blue pelt.
Water alone can save the Clan, StarClan had told him. Every cat had always known that this ‘water’ could only be Falconstar, because of how blue his pelt was. Immediately they had all appointed him leader, since previously another clan had attacked, and wiped out both leader and deputy, not to mention medicine cat. Several clanmates were lost as well, and so Falconstar decided to appoint special cats to aid him in rebuilding his clan. Among these were Dawnleaf, Leopardspots, and Holaconolafur.
As Falconstar spent the days trying to pick a medicine cat among the cats of his clan and finding that none of them bore the special qualities necessary to treat injured cats - not to mention he needed every single warrior more than ever - he started to lose hope. Sympathetic and useful for once, by some miracle uncreated by themselves (shots fired), StarClan lent him Spottedleaf. Thus a beautiful friendship was born.
The days went by and the clan began to grow. Falconstar still felt unfulfilled. Alas his heart was broken and filled with a void of the sort that could only be partially put together more so than it was, like a small patch to a quilt, with a new best friend that would be destined to know his heart better than any other cat.
Without expectation and filled with an utter emptiness, poor Falconstar, leaving Holaconolafur in charge, went out for a walk in the Unnamed Forest. He passed the many weeping willows that lined the river on the border, relating to them on an intimate level. He swerved around the small bushes whose leaves fluttered unsettlingly, as if the bout of the wind brought them discontent, and they longed for a break in the breeze. Indeed Falconstar wished he were the leaves in the days of the lacking wind.
A rustle broke out behind him. Whipping around, fur spiked and appearing like the splashing of water that his pelt presumably represented, Falconstar searched with attentive green eyes for the source of the noise. Either it was a sudden forceful push of wind, a piece of prey, or an intruder.
The rustling erupted once more, shaking the bushes vigorously. Clearly it was too big to be prey, and too unnatural to be wind.
“Come out!”
Falconstar called, though knowing that if it were a creature unlike his own, it would not heed his command.
Yet, as he did so, a figure came from the shrub, gracefully coming towards him, with confident green eyes that matched his own.
Yes, the cause of the rustling was an intruder - of Falconstar’s heart.
Falconstar had never seen a cat more beautiful in his life, and verily, never he would again.
“Who are you?”
He queried, still careful to maintain the disposition of a cat in charge of his territory, unapologetic of his protective leadership, and careful maintenance of his clanmates. Still, the she-cat tipped her fair head to one side, blinking at him unaffectedly.
“Beka,”
She replied.
In all honesty at first Falconstar thought she had sneezed. He’d never heard of a name like that before amongst his clanmates. Clearly she wasn’t from here. Yet, despite the foreignity of her name, he found it to be his new favorite. He felt that everything beautiful should be called ‘Beka’. Despite this, he lifted his chin powerfully and asked,
“What are you doing here on my territory?”
Beka blinked again and mewed, “looking around.”
“That’s all fine and nice,” said Falconstar, “but if you don’t plan on staying, you may as well just move on. I don’t want to have to use force.”
Beka looked up at the sky that was blue and vaguely dotted with pure white clouds, then mewed simply, “and what if I do plan on staying?”
---
Several moons had passed after Beka joined the clan, and since then Falconstar had made her a warrior, given her a warrior name, and eventually, made her deputy.
Then, finally, on a petal strewn afternoon lit with the orange and pink tint of the sky, Falconstar decided to add one more title to the list.
A few more moons since then passed and a new day birthed, the sunshine peeking out to gleam into all the dens with a gentle morning awakening, and a light warmth to soothe their pelts and give them readiness for a new day, while Falconstar looked upon the glimmering dawn and deeply seated within his heart felt that this day would be a special one. Letting out a happy sigh, he descended from his den and made his way to the nursery to greet his beaming mate, whose pelt held the refractions of the sunlight in such a way that she appeared to be glowing, a motherly beauty found in the way she cradled the celestial radiance and nurtured it with her smiling face, and her happy heart.
“How are you two doing?”
Said Falconstar as he settled next to Beka.
“Very fine,” Beka replied, “the kit and I plan on meeting each other for the first time soon.”
“Is it today?”
“It’s feeling like it,” his mate breathed, curling up more tightly.
Falconstar caught a small wince. “Let’s get Spottedleaf,” he suggested.
“Okay,” smiled Beka.
Only a few moments passed after Falconstar urged Spottedleaf to come did she rush to Beka’s side, whence they both discovered the kit was coming sooner than predicted. It had felt like many pain-filled moons had passed before the kit was finally delivered: ideally she was slate black, but in reality her fur was a more light grey-blue shade. Her name was easy to give; Falconstar had only to recall the type of bush he’d first seen his beautiful mate retreat out of.
“Hollykit,”
He murmured.
Water alone can save the Clan, StarClan had told him. Every cat had always known that this ‘water’ could only be Falconstar, because of how blue his pelt was. Immediately they had all appointed him leader, since previously another clan had attacked, and wiped out both leader and deputy, not to mention medicine cat. Several clanmates were lost as well, and so Falconstar decided to appoint special cats to aid him in rebuilding his clan. Among these were Dawnleaf, Leopardspots, and Holaconolafur.
As Falconstar spent the days trying to pick a medicine cat among the cats of his clan and finding that none of them bore the special qualities necessary to treat injured cats - not to mention he needed every single warrior more than ever - he started to lose hope. Sympathetic and useful for once, by some miracle uncreated by themselves (shots fired), StarClan lent him Spottedleaf. Thus a beautiful friendship was born.
The days went by and the clan began to grow. Falconstar still felt unfulfilled. Alas his heart was broken and filled with a void of the sort that could only be partially put together more so than it was, like a small patch to a quilt, with a new best friend that would be destined to know his heart better than any other cat.
Without expectation and filled with an utter emptiness, poor Falconstar, leaving Holaconolafur in charge, went out for a walk in the Unnamed Forest. He passed the many weeping willows that lined the river on the border, relating to them on an intimate level. He swerved around the small bushes whose leaves fluttered unsettlingly, as if the bout of the wind brought them discontent, and they longed for a break in the breeze. Indeed Falconstar wished he were the leaves in the days of the lacking wind.
A rustle broke out behind him. Whipping around, fur spiked and appearing like the splashing of water that his pelt presumably represented, Falconstar searched with attentive green eyes for the source of the noise. Either it was a sudden forceful push of wind, a piece of prey, or an intruder.
The rustling erupted once more, shaking the bushes vigorously. Clearly it was too big to be prey, and too unnatural to be wind.
“Come out!”
Falconstar called, though knowing that if it were a creature unlike his own, it would not heed his command.
Yet, as he did so, a figure came from the shrub, gracefully coming towards him, with confident green eyes that matched his own.
Yes, the cause of the rustling was an intruder - of Falconstar’s heart.
Falconstar had never seen a cat more beautiful in his life, and verily, never he would again.
“Who are you?”
He queried, still careful to maintain the disposition of a cat in charge of his territory, unapologetic of his protective leadership, and careful maintenance of his clanmates. Still, the she-cat tipped her fair head to one side, blinking at him unaffectedly.
“Beka,”
She replied.
In all honesty at first Falconstar thought she had sneezed. He’d never heard of a name like that before amongst his clanmates. Clearly she wasn’t from here. Yet, despite the foreignity of her name, he found it to be his new favorite. He felt that everything beautiful should be called ‘Beka’. Despite this, he lifted his chin powerfully and asked,
“What are you doing here on my territory?”
Beka blinked again and mewed, “looking around.”
“That’s all fine and nice,” said Falconstar, “but if you don’t plan on staying, you may as well just move on. I don’t want to have to use force.”
Beka looked up at the sky that was blue and vaguely dotted with pure white clouds, then mewed simply, “and what if I do plan on staying?”
---
Several moons had passed after Beka joined the clan, and since then Falconstar had made her a warrior, given her a warrior name, and eventually, made her deputy.
Then, finally, on a petal strewn afternoon lit with the orange and pink tint of the sky, Falconstar decided to add one more title to the list.
A few more moons since then passed and a new day birthed, the sunshine peeking out to gleam into all the dens with a gentle morning awakening, and a light warmth to soothe their pelts and give them readiness for a new day, while Falconstar looked upon the glimmering dawn and deeply seated within his heart felt that this day would be a special one. Letting out a happy sigh, he descended from his den and made his way to the nursery to greet his beaming mate, whose pelt held the refractions of the sunlight in such a way that she appeared to be glowing, a motherly beauty found in the way she cradled the celestial radiance and nurtured it with her smiling face, and her happy heart.
“How are you two doing?”
Said Falconstar as he settled next to Beka.
“Very fine,” Beka replied, “the kit and I plan on meeting each other for the first time soon.”
“Is it today?”
“It’s feeling like it,” his mate breathed, curling up more tightly.
Falconstar caught a small wince. “Let’s get Spottedleaf,” he suggested.
“Okay,” smiled Beka.
Only a few moments passed after Falconstar urged Spottedleaf to come did she rush to Beka’s side, whence they both discovered the kit was coming sooner than predicted. It had felt like many pain-filled moons had passed before the kit was finally delivered: ideally she was slate black, but in reality her fur was a more light grey-blue shade. Her name was easy to give; Falconstar had only to recall the type of bush he’d first seen his beautiful mate retreat out of.
“Hollykit,”
He murmured.