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This began as part of a contest part, but looks like the contest is delayed a bit. So I have decided to post Gentleoak's tale. Going to keep things simple here. Just the story!
Link to NEW BLOOD character list page The Prompt: Blizzard: Cold, unforgiving, harsh, and unrelenting
CHAPTER ONE
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Gentlekit snuggled against his mother’s fluffy red-cream belly after a busy day of play. His newly-opened eyes drank in the world around him that whole day and his brain swam with bright images, sounds and scents of his home. He yawned, exhausted and happy. He turned his head upside down and pressed his fluffy body against his mother, enjoying the warmth of his littermates, as they gathered around him for a well-deserved nap. His sister Indikit, kicked him, and he raised his head as she rolled to the outside of the pile of huge fuzzy kittens.
“Brat,” he mewed at her, and she only growled in response. He dropped his head and promptly fell asleep.
His vision cleared, and harsh cold, white, grey and black surrounded him, howling in relentless fury, driving stinging hard white particles into his face. Fear thumped his heart, and he mewled in terror, his long fuzzy coat puffing up in response to the bitter wind. A grey wraith trotted out of the swirling grey, yellow eyes shining like twin suns in a snub-nosed face. He sat in the icy-cold, fluffy, white stuff that covered the ground, mesmerized.
“Ah, little one,” the gravelly voice meowed, and the grey form materialized into an old she-cat with long, rumpled, messy grey fur. “You show such a strong mind so early.”
“I’m scared!” Gentlekit wailed. “I want my Kyemama!”
“Don’t be such a coward,” the she-cat snapped with irritation, then softened her features. “Sorry little one. I am not used to seeing such young ones here.”
“Where am I?” Gentlekit mewed, shaking with cold. “Who are you?”
“I am Yellowfang, from StarClan.” The old cat sat down. “Don’t fret. This is but a vision from your own future you brought with you. But to conquer what will be, you must speak up for yourself, and have confidence in your abilities.”
“I don’t understand,” Gentlekit wailed, fear paralyzing his big tufted paws.
“Your nature is soft, and gentle, but you must learn, in some instances to be unrelenting, and harsh to get cats to obey your commands.” Yellowfang tilted her head, her gold eyes blazing like beacons in the frigid winds. “As medicine cat, you must be harsh sometimes, like the very snow you sit in.”
“How? Med-med-i-cine-cat?” Gentlekit asked, trying to calm his racing heart. As he did so, he realized the cold bit less intensely.
“That’s it, little one. This is in your mind after all. You have the control,” Yellowfang purred, then whirled, and trotted away into the swirling white and grey landscape.
“NO! Come back!” Gentlekit leaped up, spraying the weird white stuff into the air.
Be strong, Gentlekit.” Laughter drifted back to him out of the murk. “Or they will call you Gentlemouse as a warrior one day!”
“Gentlemouse?” He hissed in sudden outrage, shook himself, and woke up. He saw his mother’s copper-gold eyes peering down at him from a huge red tabby face. Her ruff bristled with concern.
“Gentlekit?” Kyemama asked, worry in her purr.
“I’m ok, Kyemama,” Gentlekit stretched, ignoring protests from sleeping siblings. “I think I went to StarClan!”
“What?” Kyemama exclaimed.
“I saw all white and grey, and it was so cold. A cat came, and said she was from Starclan.” Gentlekit yawned cavernously, his eyelids heavy.
“What cat?” Kyemama’s voiced sharpened, but Gentlekit’s head dropped to his paws.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Gentlekit murmured, and her voice faded in his ears, as he dropped off into slumber.
“Brat,” he mewed at her, and she only growled in response. He dropped his head and promptly fell asleep.
His vision cleared, and harsh cold, white, grey and black surrounded him, howling in relentless fury, driving stinging hard white particles into his face. Fear thumped his heart, and he mewled in terror, his long fuzzy coat puffing up in response to the bitter wind. A grey wraith trotted out of the swirling grey, yellow eyes shining like twin suns in a snub-nosed face. He sat in the icy-cold, fluffy, white stuff that covered the ground, mesmerized.
“Ah, little one,” the gravelly voice meowed, and the grey form materialized into an old she-cat with long, rumpled, messy grey fur. “You show such a strong mind so early.”
“I’m scared!” Gentlekit wailed. “I want my Kyemama!”
“Don’t be such a coward,” the she-cat snapped with irritation, then softened her features. “Sorry little one. I am not used to seeing such young ones here.”
“Where am I?” Gentlekit mewed, shaking with cold. “Who are you?”
“I am Yellowfang, from StarClan.” The old cat sat down. “Don’t fret. This is but a vision from your own future you brought with you. But to conquer what will be, you must speak up for yourself, and have confidence in your abilities.”
“I don’t understand,” Gentlekit wailed, fear paralyzing his big tufted paws.
“Your nature is soft, and gentle, but you must learn, in some instances to be unrelenting, and harsh to get cats to obey your commands.” Yellowfang tilted her head, her gold eyes blazing like beacons in the frigid winds. “As medicine cat, you must be harsh sometimes, like the very snow you sit in.”
“How? Med-med-i-cine-cat?” Gentlekit asked, trying to calm his racing heart. As he did so, he realized the cold bit less intensely.
“That’s it, little one. This is in your mind after all. You have the control,” Yellowfang purred, then whirled, and trotted away into the swirling white and grey landscape.
“NO! Come back!” Gentlekit leaped up, spraying the weird white stuff into the air.
Be strong, Gentlekit.” Laughter drifted back to him out of the murk. “Or they will call you Gentlemouse as a warrior one day!”
“Gentlemouse?” He hissed in sudden outrage, shook himself, and woke up. He saw his mother’s copper-gold eyes peering down at him from a huge red tabby face. Her ruff bristled with concern.
“Gentlekit?” Kyemama asked, worry in her purr.
“I’m ok, Kyemama,” Gentlekit stretched, ignoring protests from sleeping siblings. “I think I went to StarClan!”
“What?” Kyemama exclaimed.
“I saw all white and grey, and it was so cold. A cat came, and said she was from Starclan.” Gentlekit yawned cavernously, his eyelids heavy.
“What cat?” Kyemama’s voiced sharpened, but Gentlekit’s head dropped to his paws.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Gentlekit murmured, and her voice faded in his ears, as he dropped off into slumber.
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Last edited by Phantomstar57 on April 18th 2016, 6:25 pm; edited 4 times in total (Reason for editing : add text)