Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on May 26, 2009 20:50:14 GMT -5
Dreams...
A way into reality, by means of nonexistent images. Or, were they really there always, just hidden behind shrouds of illusion and mockery? Did scorn, eternity, and faith really, truy have a face shown only in the stars? Cunning and betrayal, heartbreak and sorrow...They too, were found in dreams. Or in reality, whichever is preffered. And now, Deathtaker stood, the fires of SunClan warming his fur, but never, never reaching his heart. With a crooked smile, Warheart's brother touched onto the dream of a PewterClan warrior, his starry disguise the potential demolition of the souls of many cats.
Rocktail...Rocktail, speak to me. Attend my counsel...
The tom twisted in his sleep, eyes flickering between open and closed. The voice was shrewd, not as kind as StarClan, but even the breath of it smelled of honey and lilac. Could one such as this, mean any harm at all? In the dream, Rocktail's vision cleared, and he sat besides a cool, starry river. Something was not correct about it this time...But the warrior paid no notice. Too intent was he on reaching the speaker.
Come closer to me, Rocktail. I am your kin, and I know the true Way of Life. Pray, my nephew, come closer...
Before him, seemingly of the mist, yet another black cat, relative of Renegade, stepped forth of the shadow. Deathtaker wore no disguise but his scent, though his eyes were kindness of a lie.
Rocktail, Renegade has gone far too long living in SunClan's wrath. All cats...They deserve a second chance. If this were not so, do you believe that you'd be here in PewterClan, with a name and legacy such as your own?
"StarClan...My legacy is no evil. I am Warheart's kin as well. I will not allow the taint of my fathers name to spill onto me. Do not ridicule me, my ancestor."
I do not try, my Rocktail. I come with news that you must listen or ignore, whichever your heart tells you. Renegade can be changed. He can be great, and he can do better. But only you can fix him.
It was true, StarClan cats could not lie. Was this the height of the warriors destiny? Rocktail turned, dipping his head to the SunClan cat, unknowing, respectfully.
"I will do what you ask."
Go, Rocktail. In the dead of night, when no one will try to stop you from your duty. For through the darkness, even the vale of shadows cannot penetrate. Rocks will break the toughest of gold, and it will again rule the forest. Only a wild renegade will hold the answer to your destiny. Go, Rocktail...
The warriors eyes snapped open, and without a glance back, Rocktail padded from the den, eyes gleaming. He'd change Renegade's ways even if it meant his death. But what sort of prophecy was this? How bizzare...
Go home to your father, pathetic kit.
A way into reality, by means of nonexistent images. Or, were they really there always, just hidden behind shrouds of illusion and mockery? Did scorn, eternity, and faith really, truy have a face shown only in the stars? Cunning and betrayal, heartbreak and sorrow...They too, were found in dreams. Or in reality, whichever is preffered. And now, Deathtaker stood, the fires of SunClan warming his fur, but never, never reaching his heart. With a crooked smile, Warheart's brother touched onto the dream of a PewterClan warrior, his starry disguise the potential demolition of the souls of many cats.
Rocktail...Rocktail, speak to me. Attend my counsel...
The tom twisted in his sleep, eyes flickering between open and closed. The voice was shrewd, not as kind as StarClan, but even the breath of it smelled of honey and lilac. Could one such as this, mean any harm at all? In the dream, Rocktail's vision cleared, and he sat besides a cool, starry river. Something was not correct about it this time...But the warrior paid no notice. Too intent was he on reaching the speaker.
Come closer to me, Rocktail. I am your kin, and I know the true Way of Life. Pray, my nephew, come closer...
Before him, seemingly of the mist, yet another black cat, relative of Renegade, stepped forth of the shadow. Deathtaker wore no disguise but his scent, though his eyes were kindness of a lie.
Rocktail, Renegade has gone far too long living in SunClan's wrath. All cats...They deserve a second chance. If this were not so, do you believe that you'd be here in PewterClan, with a name and legacy such as your own?
"StarClan...My legacy is no evil. I am Warheart's kin as well. I will not allow the taint of my fathers name to spill onto me. Do not ridicule me, my ancestor."
I do not try, my Rocktail. I come with news that you must listen or ignore, whichever your heart tells you. Renegade can be changed. He can be great, and he can do better. But only you can fix him.
It was true, StarClan cats could not lie. Was this the height of the warriors destiny? Rocktail turned, dipping his head to the SunClan cat, unknowing, respectfully.
"I will do what you ask."
Go, Rocktail. In the dead of night, when no one will try to stop you from your duty. For through the darkness, even the vale of shadows cannot penetrate. Rocks will break the toughest of gold, and it will again rule the forest. Only a wild renegade will hold the answer to your destiny. Go, Rocktail...
The warriors eyes snapped open, and without a glance back, Rocktail padded from the den, eyes gleaming. He'd change Renegade's ways even if it meant his death. But what sort of prophecy was this? How bizzare...
Go home to your father, pathetic kit.