GriefGrief will pierce the strongest of hearts; blackening them and leaving them open to the evil hiding amongst the living world.More Like This
I wasn’t always the evil cat everyone assumed I was. Stories spun from the jaws of cats that differ from me have a funny way of changing over time. Little scratches become huge gashes. Accidents become accusations. But I know I wasn’t all that good of a cat. Heck, I wanted to do the same as my father. Take over the Clans. Rule over them with a bloody claw. Power, that was what I’d wanted. But not from the moment I had been born. I was innocent once. A little kit who was only concerned with catching that bright blue butterfly, reaching the log that peered out of the long grass, beating my brother…
I was normal too, once, a long time ago.
Soft beams of sunlight drifted into the hole in the tall pile of logs, illuminating the sleeping animals within. Three kits lay nuzzled up to each other and their mother, a s
To be a leader...Brambleclaw stood only a few tail-lengths back from the shimmering moon pool. Stars glimmered in a perfect reflection of the sky above. The large tabby’s heart soared! He was going to be thunder clan’s new leader! Then slowly the relation hit him. He was here because Firestar was dead. The one warrior that had believed in him when even he himself had not, was gone, into the stars with ancestors that were not even his by blood but by more than that. The fiery ginger had been his mentor that raised him into being the warrior he was today. Firestar had trusted him to name him his deputy when everyone else doubted his loyalty.More Like This
With a mixture of excitement and grief, Brambleclaw descended down onto the banks of the moonpool with a heavy heart. All around him he could feel the pelts of ancient cats brushing past him as his paws slipped into the paw prints left long ago. The warrior lifted his massive stripped head to the sky. am I ready for this? he thought to himself.