Shades of Fire {Season 1}

[Larky]

S h a d e s o f F i r e
S e a s o n 1

I've decided to write a bit of a story here. If you haven't read the third set of books on the Warriors series (The Power of Three)- or any of the saga, actually- and want it to be a surprise, don't click the spoiler tags, even though the story in itself contains spoilers for some of the books. I won't point them out, and I ask that you do not comment here, please. XD

Also, please note that I am NOT going to be following Erin Hunter's whole ranking system et cetera. It makes it easier on me... So this'll be a little like a clan's rank system, however there probably won't be a deputy.

SPOILER: Click to show

It revolves mainly around the Tribe of Rushing Water's ancestors, from the Warrior's series. They lived around the lake long beore the clans were forced out of their home in the old forest. This will be what season one of this is all about. Almost all the names will have been made up by myself, although there will be a few taken from the books themselves.

Some names/Idea/Setting/Etcetera are (c) Erin Hunter. This story is (c) Shadowlark (aka Larky, Lark, etc.). Do not steal.

I n d e x

Characters................... Post 1, Page 1
Plot.............................. Post 2, Page 1
Prologue...................... Post 3, Page 1

[Larky]

M e e t
t h e
C h a r a c t e r s

Here we get to take an inside look at the characters who have been introduced throughout the story, so long as I remember to update this post! I hope I will, cause I have a feeling I'm going to like writing this story and making up some profiles for you to read. These are Season One's characters, and only characters from Season One. There will hopefully be a Season Two (or more) for you to follow along with, and they'll all have their own separate character tables. :3 Anywho, let's get started!

Images will be linked in names. Images are (c) their photographers/artists/creators/any title you prefer.

-----------------------------------

L i g h t s p e l l e r

[/b][/u][/url]

Gender- Male
Species- Cat
Personality Summary- Calm and wise; knows what to say when it needs to be said. Has a talent for calming others down. Very collective, he likes to reflect on things and would rather smooth out problems with words rather than by tooth and claw.
Appearance Summary- Short furred; pale colored with darker tail, ears, and nose.
Relationships- None
Status- Deceased; previous leader of the Tribe.

S w a y i n g W i l l o w

Gender- Female
Species- Cat
Personality Summary- Has a very snappy temper, although she can be gentle at times. Her sense of humor is great, though you never want to catch her in a bad mood.
Appearance Summary- She is a longhaired silver she-cat with elegant, long somewhat droopy whiskers. She has very pale tabby markings as well as a slighly darker silver color on her back
Relationships- None
Status- Deceased Sharpclaw; died as a senior Sharpclaw while fighting off a mother fox and her cubs.

R a v e n ' s T a l o n[/b][/u][/url]

Gender- Female
Species- Cat
Personality Summary- She is a very inquisitive feline, and very intelligent as well. She is calm and sweet, and gentle on the cats she helps out. There was nothing she loved more than walking through the moors and forest looking for herbs..
Appearance Summary- A lovely night-colored she-cat with green-blue eyes. She has exceptionally long talons and a few nicks in one ear, but otherwise a sleek, shorthaired beauty.
Relationships- None
Status- Deceased Healer of the Tribe. Died when dogs attacked the camp.

[/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/center]

[Larky]

P r o l o g u e

Ice coated the ground around a gleaming pool, surrounded on all sides by gently sloping walls of rock which also gleamed with the first frost. After a few moments of still, cool air whisking about like a child in the snow, the silver stars above seemed to move. Spiralling down from the sky, a slow-motion silver tornado of beauty... But these were not stars. These were cats.

Slowly they settled around the pool, pelts of all shades and feline sharpclaws of all shapes and sizes. Yet they all had something in common, that sense of newfound wisdom, and that starry mist that shined from under their pelts. Their eyes gleamed like the stars in the inky black sky as they watched the few cats who padded down to sit by the crystalline pool.

"I have sensed a new prophecy is among us," an old, pale colored cat spoke. His thin fur began to rise as tension crackled in the air between the other cats near him. They obviously were not pleased with the pale cat's news.

"Well, Lightspeller, what is this prophecy? Why have you kept it to yourself? I know you have held it secret for at least a moon now, you old bat, so why haven't you told us?" A furious silver she-cat snarled, fierce gaze boring into Lightspellers'. He didn't flinch at this, only closed his eyes and lowered his head.

"I am sorry, Swaying Willow, that I have not told you all of this sooner. However, I have found that there is no better time than this to reveal it. Please, fellow sharpclaws, I beg you to calm yourselves." Soon the tension ebbed away, ever so slowly, and Lightspeller wrapped his tail around his paws. He then raised his head and opened his eyes, beginning to speak as if he were a posessed puppet, voice clear and no longer cracked with age.

"A battle will rise, and blood will feed the earth; though peace will come on soft wings wings, colored the shades of fire." With that the spell was broken, and the other cats stared at him questioningly. "I see that three will come; But success will ride on one- and only one. The one who holds power far greater than one could imagine cradled in their paws." Lightspeller continued, although his voice had become its cracked and raspy self once more.

"Three what, Lightspeller? Kits, sharpclaws, litters? Or something else? Are you saying that birds will stop this battle you speak of?" A black she-cat, who was sitting next to Swaying Willow, asked. "Your prophecy will not be clear to Moonseeker. I feel it in the tips of my whiskers."

"I am not sure, Raven's Talon. But I am sure Moonseeker shall understand, just as I did when my elder sent me a challenging prophecy such as this." Lightseeker replied, and then looked around. "Is there anything else you would like to ask?" The few cats that were closest to the pool and Lightspeller shook there heads, and with that they began to ascend back toward the stars.

-----------------------------------------------------------

C o m m e n t s

Definatly not the best prophecy ever. I am not THAT creative, seriously. Not good with prophecies, that I am. Anyway, yay, we are kicking off this story with a prophecy. How awesome is THAT? Eh, eh? Anyway, that's all for now. I'll have the character post updated with:

Lightspeller
Swaying Willow
Raven's Talon

Soon enough.

[Larky]

C h a p t e r O n e

[/b][/u]

"Can't catch me, Sheer!"
"You wanna bet, Kestrel?"
"Guys, don't you think this is getting too rough?"
"Don't be silly, Flame! Nobody's gonna- woah!"

The wiry, light-brown she-kit skidded across the earth and slammed into the paws of a rather grouchy Sharpclaw. She sprang to her paws and looked up at him, stuttering out an apology. In reply, she was swatted back to her littermates by a large, wickedly armed paw that tore a clump of soft fur from her pelt. Sheer Cliff whined in pain, but staggered to her feet and shook it off. Sheer had always been a trooper; she had also always been the largest of the three, the bravest, and the most stubborn and headstrong. It worried Flame.

Her other sister, Kestrel Wing, a mottled brown and orange she-kit, bounded over and sniffed her sister. A worrywort about her siblings but otherwise a brave feline, she sometimes forgot to keep her claws sheathed in playfights and always got under the other Sharpclaw's feet. Yet they tolerated her, if only for her sweetness and charming demeanor.

Then there was Flame in the Wind, a dark ginger she-cat with black and light orange mottling her fur that shone like fire in the sunlight. She had thick fur on her shoulders, which sometimes caught the wind and made it look like she had stumpy, feathery wings. She shared this trait with Kestrel, and she was always embarassed about it.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to distract you! I-"

"Quiet, fuzzy withers. I hope you know that I'm gonna getcha for makin' me crash into ole Fire Eye!" Her tone was stern and serious, yet there was a playful gleam in her eyes. Sheer let out a mock battle cry and leapt at Flame, and soon they were locked in a tussle, rolling about in a laughing knot of fur. Kestel leapt on top of them and joined in on the fun, and soon they'd tumbled right into the Healer's den.

"Woah! Watch out, young ones," a soft voice murmured, and the three kits fell in a heap. Swooping Eagle padded over, long fur falling around her paws in a waterfall of gray, cream and ash. Her long, feathery tail touched each of the kits between their ears before amber eyes were laid upon them. "I'm sure you've gotten into enough trouble today already."

Sheer looked up guiltily, and her two sisters mewed quietly, nodding their heads.

"Ah, its only natural. Run along children, I'm sure Moonseeker will be gathering you soon to make you to-bes. You do realize that it is the time where the moon reflects off the sacred waters so our ancestors may share with you what you must know, yes?" She said gently, nuzzling Kestrel.

"That's right!" The mottled brown and orange she-kit piped excitedly, waving her tail. C'mon! Let's go ask Moonseeker what's gonna happen! I bet I'm gonna be a starteller one day!"

"No, that's gonna be me, and you know it, Kestrel!"

While the two bickered infront of Swooping Eagle, Flame slipped away and padded over toward the fresh-kill pile before turning away and heading toward where Moonseeker was sharing tongues with Roaring Rain. He looked up but said nothing as she sat down next to him, watching expectantly.

It took a moment, but he spoke. "Ah, excited, I can tell... Or perhaps you're worried."

"Yes, I am worried. Worried about my sisters. They're both ambitious, and I know how bad ambition can be from nursery tales of Screeching Tiger and Sleeping Shadow. They were really evil Sharpclaws that both wanted power."

"So bright, you are. But, there's nothing to be worried about. There is no darkness in your, or your sister's, hearts. It will be fine." He looked up at the sky. "Sunhigh... Flame, would you gather up your sisters and Swooping Eagle? It is time we departed." Rising to his paws, he left Roaring Rain's side and padded toward the forested area on the horizon.

Flame padded toward the Healer's den, foreboding clawing at her stomach. For some reason, Moonseeker's words were not reassuring. For some reason, she felt that something horrific was going to happen.... But she didn't know what.

C o m m e n t s

Really bad chapter is REALLY BAD. Anyway, I'd say this is yet another introductory thing. it'll be that way for a while, if I ever get my lazy butt on here more often to update this. Anywho, next chapter due in... Sometime this year. Characters introduced are:

Sheer Cliff
Kestrel Wing
Flame in the Wind
Moonseeker
Swooping Eagle
Screeching Tiger && Sleeping Shadow {deceased}

[/blockquote][/center]