Post by Birdfeather on Aug 24, 2007 23:32:24 GMT -5
Meadowspots was springing through the grass, singing and dancing and having a cheery, great time. She looked up and saw the crescent moon shining brightly in the sky, just making her even more bouncy and hyper. She wished Silverpatch would be more hyper too sometimes, but she was herself and Meadowspots respected that. Meadowspots on the other hand- she loved the night, wished sometimes it would never end, but what else was to be expected, looking at which Clan she had come from.
Coming from NightClan with her sister Silverpatch she was in the habit of moving only at night. Silverpatch? She began Are you sure we're going the right direction? Her sister could tell Meadowspots was being serious for once.
Yes, Meadowspots, I'm sure. This feels the right way to me. replied Silverpatch. Silverpatch could tell these things. She was really a StarcClan warrior now. For some unexplainable reason she was chosen to lead her sister through life. Helping her through situations and keeping her company on lonely nights. Meadowspots didn't seem to realize all that much that she wasn't there- that she wasn't visible to any other cat but Meadowspots. Unfortunately, Silverpatch didn't have the courage to tell her hyper sister this news. Of the two she was quiet, reserved, and even to Meadowspots she had a silvery, ghost-like appearence.
Meadowspots always listened to her sister's advice. She realized she wasn't quite there. She hardly remembered that time long ago when they were young kits and went on the unfortunate trip through the woods. Leading to Silverkit's death. Yes, she hardly remembered that night when the badger attacked her now, she wished she could. As her sister led her in the right direction, she slowed down for once and thought about her life in NightClan.
When she was made an Apprentice- Meadowpaw her anme had been- her sister had been with her in spirit. She had told her mother, but no one believed Silverkit was with her. Meadowpaw didn't care. She knew. She knew her sister was there- alive in some strange way. So she made her Silverpaw- using the words from her own ceremony. They had trained together- in a way. Then she was made a Warrior- and newly named Meadowspots had named her sister Silverpatch- once again using the words of her own ceremony. But NightClan thought she was mad- always talking to what seemed and invisible cat and insisting it was her sister. So she decided to leave. Her mother- though she had loved Meadowspots- was happy, she hadn't wanted any kit of hers thought insane by the Clan in which she held a strong position as Deputy. Good old Silverpatch followed her; kept her company.
Thinking about this she said to her sister Thank you so much for coming with me Silverpatch. You've helped me so much!
Silverpatch was grateful for her sister's praise, bu she thought she should tell her sister the truth about herself- before she met this new Clan and was thought insane once again. But suddenly out of the darkness she was accustomed to from NightClan life, she heard soft pawsteps close by and froze- her mouth still open to tell her sister the truth- although she knew she wouldn't be overheard, she didn't want her sister to look sad and strange to whoever was approaching them.
Meadowspots looked to her sister when she heard the pawsteps made by the not-yet-seen cat padding through the darkness of the night. She could tell her sister had wanted to tell her something important, but then had pricked her ears and stopped- her mouth still hanging open, she turned her head to look before closing it. Meadowspots didn't dare ask her sister what was wrong- talking to her sister had brought trouble in NightClan. She certainly didn't want to appear insane in front of this new cat. Not yet anyway.
Coming from NightClan with her sister Silverpatch she was in the habit of moving only at night. Silverpatch? She began Are you sure we're going the right direction? Her sister could tell Meadowspots was being serious for once.
Yes, Meadowspots, I'm sure. This feels the right way to me. replied Silverpatch. Silverpatch could tell these things. She was really a StarcClan warrior now. For some unexplainable reason she was chosen to lead her sister through life. Helping her through situations and keeping her company on lonely nights. Meadowspots didn't seem to realize all that much that she wasn't there- that she wasn't visible to any other cat but Meadowspots. Unfortunately, Silverpatch didn't have the courage to tell her hyper sister this news. Of the two she was quiet, reserved, and even to Meadowspots she had a silvery, ghost-like appearence.
Meadowspots always listened to her sister's advice. She realized she wasn't quite there. She hardly remembered that time long ago when they were young kits and went on the unfortunate trip through the woods. Leading to Silverkit's death. Yes, she hardly remembered that night when the badger attacked her now, she wished she could. As her sister led her in the right direction, she slowed down for once and thought about her life in NightClan.
When she was made an Apprentice- Meadowpaw her anme had been- her sister had been with her in spirit. She had told her mother, but no one believed Silverkit was with her. Meadowpaw didn't care. She knew. She knew her sister was there- alive in some strange way. So she made her Silverpaw- using the words from her own ceremony. They had trained together- in a way. Then she was made a Warrior- and newly named Meadowspots had named her sister Silverpatch- once again using the words of her own ceremony. But NightClan thought she was mad- always talking to what seemed and invisible cat and insisting it was her sister. So she decided to leave. Her mother- though she had loved Meadowspots- was happy, she hadn't wanted any kit of hers thought insane by the Clan in which she held a strong position as Deputy. Good old Silverpatch followed her; kept her company.
Thinking about this she said to her sister Thank you so much for coming with me Silverpatch. You've helped me so much!
Silverpatch was grateful for her sister's praise, bu she thought she should tell her sister the truth about herself- before she met this new Clan and was thought insane once again. But suddenly out of the darkness she was accustomed to from NightClan life, she heard soft pawsteps close by and froze- her mouth still open to tell her sister the truth- although she knew she wouldn't be overheard, she didn't want her sister to look sad and strange to whoever was approaching them.
Meadowspots looked to her sister when she heard the pawsteps made by the not-yet-seen cat padding through the darkness of the night. She could tell her sister had wanted to tell her something important, but then had pricked her ears and stopped- her mouth still hanging open, she turned her head to look before closing it. Meadowspots didn't dare ask her sister what was wrong- talking to her sister had brought trouble in NightClan. She certainly didn't want to appear insane in front of this new cat. Not yet anyway.
