Post by mossyjewel on Nov 17, 2007 20:00:11 GMT -5
Mossyjewel padded toward the stone cautiously, her ears twitching nervously. She had only been to the moonstone once before as an apprentice, and the thought of approaching it sent shivers down her spine. It's glory was awe inspiring, and she could feel her ancestors spirits twirling around her. It was only five days ago that she had been made deputy. The former deputy, Blackpelt, had to retire because of a lame leg, and the leader, Stonestar, had made her the deputy in his place. Then, just last night, something terrible had happened. Rouges camp from out of nowhere, attacking the camp! Mossyjewel did battle with them fiercely, but it was not enough. She had just managed to escape the fight, and everyone else had died. It was horrible, blood, all over the camp, and it was there when Stonestar spoke his last words, with her, and leaving her in charge of the clan. She shuttered, hating how alone she felt in the clan. Mossyjewel sighed, and touched the moonstone lightly with her nose, and was soon sent into a blissful sleep by Starclan.
"Mossyjewel, welcome. Are you ready to receive your nine lives?" meowed a smoky gray tom.
She gasped, it was Stonestar! Her father! Too shocked to speak, she nodded, holing her head high.
A delicate white she-cat padded forward to Mossyjewel, and touched noses with her briefly. It was Snowsky, one of the queens who died for her kits."With this life, I give you strength, to help you be strong for your clan." she meowed, and a surge of energy bolted through her, Mossyjewel had to dig her claws into the ground out of fear of being blown away. She panted hard, she had not expected the lives to be so hard! Snowsky dipped her head neatly to mossyjewel and padded back into the crowd of Starclan, where an old black tom emerged, Blackpelt!
"Blackpelt! I -"Mossyewel started to call out to him, but he gave an amused smile and gently put his tail over her muzzle.
"You did your best Mossyjewel, and thats all that matters."he meowed softy, before touching noses with her and saying "With this life I give you peace. Use it will to remain peacefully with the clans, your self, and other cats."
Mossyjewel nearly jumped back in surprise. This life was like going through the fight with the rouges, other clans, and every other battle she had encountered in her life. Was this really what peace was?
Blackpelt nodded to her, then leaped back to the other starclan cats to let a ginger queen come forward. Mossyjewel recognizing her instantly, it was Littlestripe, her mother.
"Mom! How are you?" Mossyjewel called out, her voice quavering with the pain she had just received her first two lives.
Littlestripe purred, and touched noses softly with Mossyjewel "with this life I give you love. Use this life to care for your clan, other cats, yourself, and the other clans."
Mossyjewel relaxed her grip a bit, foolishly thinking that this life would be more soft and gentle than the other ones. But she was wrong. Very wrong. She could feel her mothers anger when Shadowclan had stolen a Windclan kit, when one of her own was carried off by a hawk, another lost to the river, and many others which had died of black cough. The pain was so tremendous and powerful that she was nearly blown off of her own paws. She was panting with exaustion when Littlestripe steeped back, nodding a farewell and bounding back to the other cats. Then a brown tabby tom stepped forward. It was the old medicine cat, Stillwind.
"For your fourth life, I will give you faith, so you may put all of it in Starclan, the clan, yourself, and others."he meowed, touching noses with Mossyjewel for a brief moment as a rush of roaring water and fear entraped her. This must've been when Stillwind had nearly drowned in the water, and a Riverclan cat pulled him out. It was over as soon it had started, leaving mossyjewel weak and struggling to stand.
"I give you the life of courage for your fifth, you you may be able to stand up for your clan and be strong for them and yourself."meowed a golden tom with a plume of a tail, called Swiftfoot. The fifth life crashed through her, pain clawing at her like a wild beast.
Soon came a sixth cat, a back she-cat with gray paws padded forward. It was Grayfoot, her sister! She'd fallen love with a kittypet once! Grayfot touched Mosyjewel's nose with hers and meowed sweetly, "With this life I give you hope. Use it well to never give up on anything, especially yourself or your clan."
A burning sensation powered it way through Mossyjewels heart, and she could only guess this was how Grayfoot must've felt when she introduced the kittypet into the clan.
Then a sleek white tom with ginger patches came forward, and meowed, "With this life I give you wisdom. Use it's guidance to make smart and well thought out decisionsions for your clan."
Soon Mossyjewel felt the pain of choosing between right and wrong. What was good, and what was bad. The pain was agonizing, Mossyjewel thought that by now she'd be dead!
Then, the eight cat came, an old light brown elder called Thistletail. "With this life I give you health. Use this life to carry out your duties as a leader and live many long moons to serve your clan." he croaked, touching his nose to hers. Mossyjewel felt the weakness of being disastrously sick, weak, and frail to everything around you.
"One more life." she grunted to herself, feeling terribly exhausted."One more life, and then you'll be through."
Finally, Stonestar came frward, smiling warmly at her.
"Stormstar ..." she whispered, quivering with weakness, "I .... I let you down .... I'm so sorry."
"Hush, Mossyjewel. You have done nothing to be ashamed of, you have served your clan well, and you will do so for many moons."he meowed, pausing for a moment, then he toched his nose with hers. "With this life, I give you compassion. Use this life to care for others weaker than you, and everyone who needs it."
A blast of energy powered through Mossyjewel, she felt herself being torn apart, and wanted to wail in agony, put there was already so much pin, she could not utter a sound. Then it was done.
"I now hail you by your new name, " Stonestar called out, his voice ringing in the cave, "Mossystar!"
"Mossyjewel, welcome. Are you ready to receive your nine lives?" meowed a smoky gray tom.
She gasped, it was Stonestar! Her father! Too shocked to speak, she nodded, holing her head high.
A delicate white she-cat padded forward to Mossyjewel, and touched noses with her briefly. It was Snowsky, one of the queens who died for her kits."With this life, I give you strength, to help you be strong for your clan." she meowed, and a surge of energy bolted through her, Mossyjewel had to dig her claws into the ground out of fear of being blown away. She panted hard, she had not expected the lives to be so hard! Snowsky dipped her head neatly to mossyjewel and padded back into the crowd of Starclan, where an old black tom emerged, Blackpelt!
"Blackpelt! I -"Mossyewel started to call out to him, but he gave an amused smile and gently put his tail over her muzzle.
"You did your best Mossyjewel, and thats all that matters."he meowed softy, before touching noses with her and saying "With this life I give you peace. Use it will to remain peacefully with the clans, your self, and other cats."
Mossyjewel nearly jumped back in surprise. This life was like going through the fight with the rouges, other clans, and every other battle she had encountered in her life. Was this really what peace was?
Blackpelt nodded to her, then leaped back to the other starclan cats to let a ginger queen come forward. Mossyjewel recognizing her instantly, it was Littlestripe, her mother.
"Mom! How are you?" Mossyjewel called out, her voice quavering with the pain she had just received her first two lives.
Littlestripe purred, and touched noses softly with Mossyjewel "with this life I give you love. Use this life to care for your clan, other cats, yourself, and the other clans."
Mossyjewel relaxed her grip a bit, foolishly thinking that this life would be more soft and gentle than the other ones. But she was wrong. Very wrong. She could feel her mothers anger when Shadowclan had stolen a Windclan kit, when one of her own was carried off by a hawk, another lost to the river, and many others which had died of black cough. The pain was so tremendous and powerful that she was nearly blown off of her own paws. She was panting with exaustion when Littlestripe steeped back, nodding a farewell and bounding back to the other cats. Then a brown tabby tom stepped forward. It was the old medicine cat, Stillwind.
"For your fourth life, I will give you faith, so you may put all of it in Starclan, the clan, yourself, and others."he meowed, touching noses with Mossyjewel for a brief moment as a rush of roaring water and fear entraped her. This must've been when Stillwind had nearly drowned in the water, and a Riverclan cat pulled him out. It was over as soon it had started, leaving mossyjewel weak and struggling to stand.
"I give you the life of courage for your fifth, you you may be able to stand up for your clan and be strong for them and yourself."meowed a golden tom with a plume of a tail, called Swiftfoot. The fifth life crashed through her, pain clawing at her like a wild beast.
Soon came a sixth cat, a back she-cat with gray paws padded forward. It was Grayfoot, her sister! She'd fallen love with a kittypet once! Grayfot touched Mosyjewel's nose with hers and meowed sweetly, "With this life I give you hope. Use it well to never give up on anything, especially yourself or your clan."
A burning sensation powered it way through Mossyjewels heart, and she could only guess this was how Grayfoot must've felt when she introduced the kittypet into the clan.
Then a sleek white tom with ginger patches came forward, and meowed, "With this life I give you wisdom. Use it's guidance to make smart and well thought out decisionsions for your clan."
Soon Mossyjewel felt the pain of choosing between right and wrong. What was good, and what was bad. The pain was agonizing, Mossyjewel thought that by now she'd be dead!
Then, the eight cat came, an old light brown elder called Thistletail. "With this life I give you health. Use this life to carry out your duties as a leader and live many long moons to serve your clan." he croaked, touching his nose to hers. Mossyjewel felt the weakness of being disastrously sick, weak, and frail to everything around you.
"One more life." she grunted to herself, feeling terribly exhausted."One more life, and then you'll be through."
Finally, Stonestar came frward, smiling warmly at her.
"Stormstar ..." she whispered, quivering with weakness, "I .... I let you down .... I'm so sorry."
"Hush, Mossyjewel. You have done nothing to be ashamed of, you have served your clan well, and you will do so for many moons."he meowed, pausing for a moment, then he toched his nose with hers. "With this life, I give you compassion. Use this life to care for others weaker than you, and everyone who needs it."
A blast of energy powered through Mossyjewel, she felt herself being torn apart, and wanted to wail in agony, put there was already so much pin, she could not utter a sound. Then it was done.
"I now hail you by your new name, " Stonestar called out, his voice ringing in the cave, "Mossystar!"
