Post by karoia on Nov 29, 2006 9:25:05 GMT -5
The Beginning of Seraphmoon
The air was still. There was no temperature. Nothing moved in the vast scene of darkness. There was no trees, no water, no ground, no sky... just darkness. There was nothing but the darkness.
Suddenly the darkness became a night sky. Silver stars lit up one by one and glittered beautifully in that special rhythm stars portrayed. As they lit up the darkness, the light revealed a silvery, cloudy ground. A bright full moon gleamed proudly in the distance.
Then, out of nowhere, eight feline figures formed. They all moved at the same pace and were treading forward; each had heavenly sparkling eyes and paws. Their fur shone as if the sunlight was beaming its warm rays on the cats, but there was only the stars shining down on them. As the eight came close enough together, a misty pool of water appeared in the middle as they formed a circle. It rippled even though there was no wind, and as they gazed into its strange depths there was no reflections peering back at the cats.
Soon, the cats unnatural sparkling dimmed away. The eight sat down and bowed their heads respectfully towards one another in greeting. After moments of silence, they all began to look at one another expectantly, waiting to see who would step up to talk first.
"The moon is full and shines upon the land we chose not long ago..." One of the cats finally spoke. He was a large black tom and he glanced from one cat to the next with much intelligence and kindness gleaming from his cool amber eyes. A smile spread across his face filled with the usual warmth and mirth he was known for. "Are we all still content with this decision?"
The white she-cat next to him spoke next, "And why would we not? We had already decided it is for the interest of StarClan and the land." She looked at the other cats, then down to the misty pool with her thoughtful blue eyes. "This land needs balance, and with our help it will obtain that balance."
A rather young looking tom with a pelt that shone like a blazing fire smiled as he spoke, "So has anyone chosen a worthy leader for any of these clans we are assembling? It would help if these Clans actually had leaders." He mused, purring to himself.
The tortoiseshell she-cat next to him spoke suddenly. Her face was stern and full of wisdom, but a hint of kindness glittered in the depths of her green eyes, "I have already decided on one, if you don't mind." She gazed down at the pool between them all. In the misty waters an image of a soft brown tabby with a white crest and paws appeared. He appeared to be young and a bit nervous looking.
As all the cats examined the image the large white tom across from the she-cat meowed, "He looks as feeble as a frightened kit. What good could he possibly do for a clan?" The cat spoke harshly, but this was the way he was. His body displayed many battle scars he had earned throughout his life outside of StarClan. He narrowed his eyes as he challenged the she-cats decision, "And he is a kittypet..."
"Oh, come now Tornear." The white one with blue eyes said with a knowing smile. "I can see what Dapplefur is saying... He may look frightened here, but underneath his appearance I can sense his immense leadership and courage."
"And we can not judge him for his kittypet origin. It was not his will to be a kittypet." A gray tabby pointed out, her amber eyes calm and knowing, "And besides, where else are we to find cats? Snatch them from other Clans across the world?"
The large black tom couldn't resist chuckling, and Tornear just scowled as he realized how right the she-cats were. "Well said Featherfoot and Whitetooth," Tornear admitted, "I will not press further judgement." He eyed Dapplefur, "And sorry Dapplefur, I know you have good judgement." He said nothing further.
Only two cats had not spoken yet. The two looked identical with their sandy coloured fur and white paw markings. The only way to tell the sisters apart was that one had white tail in addition to her white paws.
The one without the tail markings spoke, "What clan will he be leader of?" She questioned, her voice soft.
All the cats glanced to one another, then to Dapplefur. Dapplefur smiled as she thought for a moment. Already they had decided upon Clans at their last gathering. Now they needed to place the leaders in the proper Clans...
"IslandClan." She decided, kneading the ground momentarily. She was pleased with her decision.
The she-cat, Whitetooth, smiled fondly as her eyes glittered with approval. "That sounds about right. Wouldn't you agree, Blackclaw?"
The large black tom nodded, "Yes of course." The other cats nodded their approval as well.
After Blackclaw spoke, the image of the cat disappeared. It was suddenly replaced with an image of a unique looking creature. A young cat with a golden pelt adorned with special spots. He resembled their large, ancient ancestors.
All the cats were puzzled at first, wondering who had drawn up the image of this cat. Then the flame pelted tom noticed, "Angelfoot and Snowtail, you have chosen this one?"
He questioned the two calm looking cats. They hadn't even moved a hair when the image appeared.
The two sandy cats smiled in unison. The one without the tail marking, Angelfoot, mewed, "Yes Flamepelt. We think he will be perfect." The young fire tom smiled to himself after Angelfoot addressed him.
Snowtail spoke as soon as she stopped, her white tail swaying contently, "We want him to lead JungleClan. He is the most acceptable choice. We have been watching him for some time now... He is strong, intelligent, and will lead very well. We have much faith in him."
Will be finished soon!
[/size]The air was still. There was no temperature. Nothing moved in the vast scene of darkness. There was no trees, no water, no ground, no sky... just darkness. There was nothing but the darkness.
Suddenly the darkness became a night sky. Silver stars lit up one by one and glittered beautifully in that special rhythm stars portrayed. As they lit up the darkness, the light revealed a silvery, cloudy ground. A bright full moon gleamed proudly in the distance.
Then, out of nowhere, eight feline figures formed. They all moved at the same pace and were treading forward; each had heavenly sparkling eyes and paws. Their fur shone as if the sunlight was beaming its warm rays on the cats, but there was only the stars shining down on them. As the eight came close enough together, a misty pool of water appeared in the middle as they formed a circle. It rippled even though there was no wind, and as they gazed into its strange depths there was no reflections peering back at the cats.
Soon, the cats unnatural sparkling dimmed away. The eight sat down and bowed their heads respectfully towards one another in greeting. After moments of silence, they all began to look at one another expectantly, waiting to see who would step up to talk first.
"The moon is full and shines upon the land we chose not long ago..." One of the cats finally spoke. He was a large black tom and he glanced from one cat to the next with much intelligence and kindness gleaming from his cool amber eyes. A smile spread across his face filled with the usual warmth and mirth he was known for. "Are we all still content with this decision?"
The white she-cat next to him spoke next, "And why would we not? We had already decided it is for the interest of StarClan and the land." She looked at the other cats, then down to the misty pool with her thoughtful blue eyes. "This land needs balance, and with our help it will obtain that balance."
A rather young looking tom with a pelt that shone like a blazing fire smiled as he spoke, "So has anyone chosen a worthy leader for any of these clans we are assembling? It would help if these Clans actually had leaders." He mused, purring to himself.
The tortoiseshell she-cat next to him spoke suddenly. Her face was stern and full of wisdom, but a hint of kindness glittered in the depths of her green eyes, "I have already decided on one, if you don't mind." She gazed down at the pool between them all. In the misty waters an image of a soft brown tabby with a white crest and paws appeared. He appeared to be young and a bit nervous looking.
As all the cats examined the image the large white tom across from the she-cat meowed, "He looks as feeble as a frightened kit. What good could he possibly do for a clan?" The cat spoke harshly, but this was the way he was. His body displayed many battle scars he had earned throughout his life outside of StarClan. He narrowed his eyes as he challenged the she-cats decision, "And he is a kittypet..."
"Oh, come now Tornear." The white one with blue eyes said with a knowing smile. "I can see what Dapplefur is saying... He may look frightened here, but underneath his appearance I can sense his immense leadership and courage."
"And we can not judge him for his kittypet origin. It was not his will to be a kittypet." A gray tabby pointed out, her amber eyes calm and knowing, "And besides, where else are we to find cats? Snatch them from other Clans across the world?"
The large black tom couldn't resist chuckling, and Tornear just scowled as he realized how right the she-cats were. "Well said Featherfoot and Whitetooth," Tornear admitted, "I will not press further judgement." He eyed Dapplefur, "And sorry Dapplefur, I know you have good judgement." He said nothing further.
Only two cats had not spoken yet. The two looked identical with their sandy coloured fur and white paw markings. The only way to tell the sisters apart was that one had white tail in addition to her white paws.
The one without the tail markings spoke, "What clan will he be leader of?" She questioned, her voice soft.
All the cats glanced to one another, then to Dapplefur. Dapplefur smiled as she thought for a moment. Already they had decided upon Clans at their last gathering. Now they needed to place the leaders in the proper Clans...
"IslandClan." She decided, kneading the ground momentarily. She was pleased with her decision.
The she-cat, Whitetooth, smiled fondly as her eyes glittered with approval. "That sounds about right. Wouldn't you agree, Blackclaw?"
The large black tom nodded, "Yes of course." The other cats nodded their approval as well.
After Blackclaw spoke, the image of the cat disappeared. It was suddenly replaced with an image of a unique looking creature. A young cat with a golden pelt adorned with special spots. He resembled their large, ancient ancestors.
All the cats were puzzled at first, wondering who had drawn up the image of this cat. Then the flame pelted tom noticed, "Angelfoot and Snowtail, you have chosen this one?"
He questioned the two calm looking cats. They hadn't even moved a hair when the image appeared.
The two sandy cats smiled in unison. The one without the tail marking, Angelfoot, mewed, "Yes Flamepelt. We think he will be perfect." The young fire tom smiled to himself after Angelfoot addressed him.
Snowtail spoke as soon as she stopped, her white tail swaying contently, "We want him to lead JungleClan. He is the most acceptable choice. We have been watching him for some time now... He is strong, intelligent, and will lead very well. We have much faith in him."
Will be finished soon!
