Post by *Spanglestar on Jul 10, 2008 14:24:41 GMT -5
HATRED
From the Lost Dark Seas
A Warriors: Joined Paths Super Edition
By Amelia Cassidy “Hawkstar”
Prologue
“StarClan! How could you do this?” the RiverClan deputy yowled, standing over her mate’s limp body. She nosed it out from under the tree, and broke down into yowls of anger, disgrace, and pain. “Wildpath was my mate, my friend, and he was mine! And now he’s not! Now he’s yours!” Hawkpath wasn’t sure how she could ever get over it.
Would she be a leader who was mad at StarClan? She still believed in them, of course, but how could they do this? Wildpath was her mate, and they had kits. Their daughter and son had only become warriors early that morning. And their other kit was the medicine cat. Their first litter were warriors too. Our kits…
Kits! Hawkstar was expecting Wildpath’s kits again, and they were due soon .Very soon, was what Wonderstep had told her four suns ago. When would they be born? Hawkpath wondered. She shivered in the cold air. Snow began to fall covering Wildpath’s body and her own. They could now be mistaken for rocks.
But, now, where would Hawkpath’s future lead? Would she become leader? Or would sadness and pain kill her?
Chapter 1
Carrying two kits and a dead tom was not how Hawkpath had been planning on returning to camp. Snow blanketing her again, Hawkpath had to shake it off of herself and the three cats she was carrying. When she finally got to camp, she immediately went to the leader’s den. Twistedstar was combing his always-matted fur.
Hawkpath dropped the cats at his paws. “Wildpath is dead!” she exclaimed quietly, afraid that she would start crying again. “These are our last kits.” She nosed the kits, a yellowish-brown she-cat with brown eyes and a pure white tom with green eyes. She wished that she could name a kit to match the feeling of how she felt, but a kit would only think that it had done something wrong. But the Clan would understand, and maybe not even tell the kit. “Lightkit and Agonykit.”
A pang of sympathy crossed Twistedstar’s face. He mewed his sadness. “The Clan will sit vigil tonight. You and your kits may stay the closest to him.” He paused. “You wouldn’t like to help bury him, would you?” he meowed.
Hawkpath thought for a minute. She wanted to be the cat to pay last respects to her mate. “Yes, I would like to, if that is okay.”
Twistedstar nodded. “As you wish, kind deputy. I will let you decide who to bring with you to bury him at dawn tomorrow.”
“Yes, Twistedstar. Thank you. I would like to take…” Hawkpath thought for a moment. All of Wildpath’s best friends. “Fuzzypelt, Cherryfur, Milkpelt, Centerpatch, and Gloryflight.” She had included most of Wildpath’s kits, leaving out Stubbornheart and Wonderstep. Fuzzypelt was Hawkpath’s brother and Wildpath’s good friend. Cherryfur was Wildpath’s friend, but loved him like a son.
Understanding, Twistedstar nodded. He padded out of the den and leaped onto the Stream Rock, motioning Hawkpath to come with him. He leaned next to Hawkapth and whispered, “I tell or you tell?”
“You tell. I’ll tell about the kits.” Hawkpath mewed.
Twistedstar nodded and began, “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, no, make that all the cats in RiverClan gather underneath the Stream Rock for a Clan meeting.” Cats started to gather below, whispering furiously. “Why is Hawkpath up there?” an elder meowed. “She’s the Clan deputy.” Someone replied.
Hawkpath’s ears buzzed as she looked below. So this was what it felt like to be Clan leader, she thought. I like it!
Twistedstar began his announcement. “RiverClan has suffered a great loss. Highly respected warrior, Wildpath, has died this morning.”
Yowls could be heard around the camp. “Hawkpath killed him!” Came one distinct one. It was Orangepelt. Hawkpath glanced to Twistedstar. He nodded.
“Cats of RiverClan! Listen up! Wildpath was killed by a tree. We need not accuse other cats of his death. Maybe it was StarClan’s will for him to die, or just an accident. Who knows? Wildpath was a fine warrior who was always loyal. No cat was more important to him than another, even his friends.” Orangepelt snorted. “I would never kill him, and I’m sure that all of you know that. Now, for a happy announcement. This morning I gave birth to two healthy kits. Lightkit and Agonykit. You can come visit us in the nursery after Wildpath’s vigil and burial. Thank you.” Hawkpath wrapped her tail around her paws, kindly waiting for her leader’s next words.
“All cats may come sit vigil with Wildpath tonight. His burial will be held in the morning by Hawkpath, Fuzzypelt, Cherryfur, Milkpelt, Centerpatch, and Gloryflight. Vigil will begin at sunset.” Twistedstar finished, gazing at the slowly setting sun.
Hawkpath leaped down from the Stream Rock. Orangepelt glared at her.
“You’ll pay for this, Hawkpath. I will revenge his death.” She meowed hastily and coldly.
“Oh, so you’re going to kill a tree?” Hawkpath retorted. “I’m sure that it would love that. After all, Wildpath always wanted to kill wildlife.” She snorted.
Mousetail strode up to the two arguing cats. “So you think we actually believe that he was killed by a tree? With only one cat with him, who happens to be his mate?”
Hawkpath found a way to convince them. “Come on and I’ll show you the tree. It’s by the lake.” She glanced at the sky. “Come on. We don’t have much time.”
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“See, I’m not a liar.” Hawkpath declared triumphantly as she showed the two cats the fallen tree.
“Okay, fine, you win.” Mousetail finally gave in.
Orangepelt was slow to agree. She stalked around. “Aha!” she meowed. She pointed to the blood-stained snow. “You could have used the tree as an excuse and killed him. We all know what a great fighter you are.” She added sarcastically.
“Kits, Orangepelt! It’s from my kits. You know giving birth in snow makes a cat weak.”
“Well, okay, but I still don’t trust you.” Orangepelt meowed.
Hawkpath glanced up at the sky and gave a startled yelp. “Come on! It’s sunset! The warriors of StarClan will be up soon! We have to get back!” Without waiting for an answer, Hawkpath pelted back towards the camp.
From the Lost Dark Seas
A Warriors: Joined Paths Super Edition
By Amelia Cassidy “Hawkstar”
Prologue
“StarClan! How could you do this?” the RiverClan deputy yowled, standing over her mate’s limp body. She nosed it out from under the tree, and broke down into yowls of anger, disgrace, and pain. “Wildpath was my mate, my friend, and he was mine! And now he’s not! Now he’s yours!” Hawkpath wasn’t sure how she could ever get over it.
Would she be a leader who was mad at StarClan? She still believed in them, of course, but how could they do this? Wildpath was her mate, and they had kits. Their daughter and son had only become warriors early that morning. And their other kit was the medicine cat. Their first litter were warriors too. Our kits…
Kits! Hawkstar was expecting Wildpath’s kits again, and they were due soon .Very soon, was what Wonderstep had told her four suns ago. When would they be born? Hawkpath wondered. She shivered in the cold air. Snow began to fall covering Wildpath’s body and her own. They could now be mistaken for rocks.
But, now, where would Hawkpath’s future lead? Would she become leader? Or would sadness and pain kill her?
Chapter 1
Carrying two kits and a dead tom was not how Hawkpath had been planning on returning to camp. Snow blanketing her again, Hawkpath had to shake it off of herself and the three cats she was carrying. When she finally got to camp, she immediately went to the leader’s den. Twistedstar was combing his always-matted fur.
Hawkpath dropped the cats at his paws. “Wildpath is dead!” she exclaimed quietly, afraid that she would start crying again. “These are our last kits.” She nosed the kits, a yellowish-brown she-cat with brown eyes and a pure white tom with green eyes. She wished that she could name a kit to match the feeling of how she felt, but a kit would only think that it had done something wrong. But the Clan would understand, and maybe not even tell the kit. “Lightkit and Agonykit.”
A pang of sympathy crossed Twistedstar’s face. He mewed his sadness. “The Clan will sit vigil tonight. You and your kits may stay the closest to him.” He paused. “You wouldn’t like to help bury him, would you?” he meowed.
Hawkpath thought for a minute. She wanted to be the cat to pay last respects to her mate. “Yes, I would like to, if that is okay.”
Twistedstar nodded. “As you wish, kind deputy. I will let you decide who to bring with you to bury him at dawn tomorrow.”
“Yes, Twistedstar. Thank you. I would like to take…” Hawkpath thought for a moment. All of Wildpath’s best friends. “Fuzzypelt, Cherryfur, Milkpelt, Centerpatch, and Gloryflight.” She had included most of Wildpath’s kits, leaving out Stubbornheart and Wonderstep. Fuzzypelt was Hawkpath’s brother and Wildpath’s good friend. Cherryfur was Wildpath’s friend, but loved him like a son.
Understanding, Twistedstar nodded. He padded out of the den and leaped onto the Stream Rock, motioning Hawkpath to come with him. He leaned next to Hawkapth and whispered, “I tell or you tell?”
“You tell. I’ll tell about the kits.” Hawkpath mewed.
Twistedstar nodded and began, “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, no, make that all the cats in RiverClan gather underneath the Stream Rock for a Clan meeting.” Cats started to gather below, whispering furiously. “Why is Hawkpath up there?” an elder meowed. “She’s the Clan deputy.” Someone replied.
Hawkpath’s ears buzzed as she looked below. So this was what it felt like to be Clan leader, she thought. I like it!
Twistedstar began his announcement. “RiverClan has suffered a great loss. Highly respected warrior, Wildpath, has died this morning.”
Yowls could be heard around the camp. “Hawkpath killed him!” Came one distinct one. It was Orangepelt. Hawkpath glanced to Twistedstar. He nodded.
“Cats of RiverClan! Listen up! Wildpath was killed by a tree. We need not accuse other cats of his death. Maybe it was StarClan’s will for him to die, or just an accident. Who knows? Wildpath was a fine warrior who was always loyal. No cat was more important to him than another, even his friends.” Orangepelt snorted. “I would never kill him, and I’m sure that all of you know that. Now, for a happy announcement. This morning I gave birth to two healthy kits. Lightkit and Agonykit. You can come visit us in the nursery after Wildpath’s vigil and burial. Thank you.” Hawkpath wrapped her tail around her paws, kindly waiting for her leader’s next words.
“All cats may come sit vigil with Wildpath tonight. His burial will be held in the morning by Hawkpath, Fuzzypelt, Cherryfur, Milkpelt, Centerpatch, and Gloryflight. Vigil will begin at sunset.” Twistedstar finished, gazing at the slowly setting sun.
Hawkpath leaped down from the Stream Rock. Orangepelt glared at her.
“You’ll pay for this, Hawkpath. I will revenge his death.” She meowed hastily and coldly.
“Oh, so you’re going to kill a tree?” Hawkpath retorted. “I’m sure that it would love that. After all, Wildpath always wanted to kill wildlife.” She snorted.
Mousetail strode up to the two arguing cats. “So you think we actually believe that he was killed by a tree? With only one cat with him, who happens to be his mate?”
Hawkpath found a way to convince them. “Come on and I’ll show you the tree. It’s by the lake.” She glanced at the sky. “Come on. We don’t have much time.”
***** ******************************************************************
“See, I’m not a liar.” Hawkpath declared triumphantly as she showed the two cats the fallen tree.
“Okay, fine, you win.” Mousetail finally gave in.
Orangepelt was slow to agree. She stalked around. “Aha!” she meowed. She pointed to the blood-stained snow. “You could have used the tree as an excuse and killed him. We all know what a great fighter you are.” She added sarcastically.
“Kits, Orangepelt! It’s from my kits. You know giving birth in snow makes a cat weak.”
“Well, okay, but I still don’t trust you.” Orangepelt meowed.
Hawkpath glanced up at the sky and gave a startled yelp. “Come on! It’s sunset! The warriors of StarClan will be up soon! We have to get back!” Without waiting for an answer, Hawkpath pelted back towards the camp.
