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"Blizzard," he called. Gracepaw was going to reply, but the loner had already padded away.
 
"Blizzard," he called. Gracepaw was going to reply, but the loner had already padded away.
 
 
 
==Chapter Two-Blizzard==
 
==Chapter Two-Blizzard==
 
The white tom kept thinking about the she-cat he had met earlier. ''Gracepaw''...she had been beautiful. But her eyes burned with a kind of fire. She had not wanted him there. He was going to think a bit more about Gracepaw, when pained yowls broke through his train of thought.
 
The white tom kept thinking about the she-cat he had met earlier. ''Gracepaw''...she had been beautiful. But her eyes burned with a kind of fire. She had not wanted him there. He was going to think a bit more about Gracepaw, when pained yowls broke through his train of thought.
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''It is, Falling Snow...''
 
''It is, Falling Snow...''
   
What was that? Someone had surely spoken, yet Gracepaw had not moved her mouth, and did not seem to have heard anything. Who did that voice belong to?
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What was that? Someone had surely spoken, yet Gracepaw had not moved her mouth, and did not seem to have heard anything. Who did that voice belong to? Blizzard couldn't recognise it. It wasn't anyone he knew. Who was Falling Snow? He felt he should mention it to the young cat beside him, but decided against it. Perhaps it was better he kept it secret.
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"Gracepaw, I should be going home now." ''I don't want to, but Comet and Star will be worried. ''
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"Right then," she mewed, "I should go too. Leafheart thinks I'm collecting herbs." He dipped his head to her, and they headed different ways, but the voice he had heard would not leave his mind...
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==Chapter Three-Gracepaw==
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Gracepaw padded back into her own territory, pausing to lick the scent of willows off of her fur. She nipped off some mallow leaves and dug up some burdock root, then carried them home. She didn't want to go home. Cloudstar had attacked her littermates and they had grievous wounds. It didn't look like they would survive. Gracepaw steeled her nerves and padded into the clearing. What she saw horrified her. Sunstream and Moonstream were crouched beside a limp brown shape in the centre of camp. Bravewing was going to join them, when he saw Gracepaw.
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"Treepaw died. Leafheart did all she could, but..." his voice trailed away. Pain seared her heart like the talons of a hawk. Her sister. Her littermate. Her friend. And so much more. Gone. Dead. Leafheart padded up with a leaf wrap.
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"I figured you might need this...it's chamomile and poppy seed. It'll soothe your heart. It won't take the pain away but it will help."
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Gracepaw ate the herbs and padded to the medicine den. She gazed upon her brother with pity. Underneath the wrap of bandages, Rainpaw had lots of deep slashes, many of which would scar and disfigure him. She wanted to fadeand never return.
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''Courage, Gracepaw.''
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She had to stay strong. For Treepaw. She thought of Cloudstar, and all he had done. One word blazed in her mind, a question that she had to know-
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''Why?''
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==Chapter Four-Blizzard==
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Blizzard sat in his den. He'd been questioned by his parents, who had eventually decided a fox had given him the injuries that had been given by Cloudstar. They were still suspicious, however, of the herby smell on his wounds.
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''I used to think Clan cats were the mouse brains. Now I know the real mouse brains are my parents. Why do they have to be so...mousebrain-y?''
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As sunlight turned to starlight, he settled down to sleep.
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In the morning, Comet brought him a mouse. He wolfed it down then left to see what the Clan cats were doing. He saw one hunting, two scentmarking and one merely watching the sky, whose clouds had covered some trees. A lighter cloud drifted toward a storm cloud and the cat sat bolt upright, then pelted away into the trees.
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''What an odd cat.''
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Sunhigh came and went and he realised he was sad not to have seen Gracepaw. How could he miss her? She was a filthy Clan cat, nothing more.
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''Was she?''
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He shook his head and headed home.
 
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Revision as of 12:29, 4 November 2011

Fading Starlight

Author: Graceglow
Status: Writing
Series: Weight Of The Stars Series
Preceding: DewClan's Grace
Succeeding: Claws Across The Moon
Spellcheckers: None
-Will add in Chapter 3-

Chapter One-Gracepaw

Gracepaw was pulling a thorn out of Shadepaw's pad.

"Stay still!" Being a medicine cat was no fun. The thorn came out and Shadepaw yelped. Just then, Leafheart poked her head through the lichen entrance.

"Go collect herbs-we're out of tansy."

Grumbling, Gracepaw padded through the forest and found the clump of tansy. She picked a few stems and carried it halfway back, when, through the smell of tansy, she scented..willows. There was a loner in the territory.

"Who's there?" A thought pierced her mind; odd, as it was not hers.

Fox dung! A Clan cat! So there was a loner. She saw a brilliant white pelt flash through the trees.

"Stop!" she called. The loner skidded to a halt.

"Who are you?"

"Gracepaw. Medicine cat apprentice of DewClan. Off our territory...now."

"Make me," mocked the loner.

Gracepaw's blue eyes burned with a kind of fire, and the loner flinched.

"I'm going!"

Part of Gracepaw wanted to know this cat.

"Who are you?"

"Blizzard," he called. Gracepaw was going to reply, but the loner had already padded away.

Chapter Two-Blizzard

The white tom kept thinking about the she-cat he had met earlier. Gracepaw...she had been beautiful. But her eyes burned with a kind of fire. She had not wanted him there. He was going to think a bit more about Gracepaw, when pained yowls broke through his train of thought.

Clan cats are being attacked. He was going to walk on, but, then he realised something that turned his blood colder than his name. One of them could be Gracepaw! He rushed up to where the fight was taking place. A large white tom, who looked not unlike himself, was viciously attacking two young cats. Not Gracepaw...but their scent is like hers... He barreled out of the bush where he was hidden.

"Leave those cats alone!" He leapt onto the cat's back and clawed at its spine with his hind claws. A kind of power surged through him as he realised what kind of scent those two young cats carried. You can't attack Gracepaw's littermates! You won't! A surge of anger flashed through him and he attacked twice as hard as before.

"How-dare-you-hurt-them!" The cat did not seem hurt, and he fought back, slightly fiercly...slightly. Yet Blizzard still clawed until he yowled. Then Blizzard slackened his grip. He was thrown against a tree, and everything went black.


When he woke up, the two cats were gone, and so was the white cat who had attacked him. Then he realised he was in the hollow oak near Clan territory. The next thing he realised was that he was not alone. Gracepaw was there, adding ointments to his wounds.

"Oh. You're awake." She said this like she was rather bored, yet her voice had a faint tinge of grief-she was trying to hide it though, Blizzard could easily tell.

"Why do you seem so calm about this?" Blizzard mewed in confusion.

"Do you want the bad news or the worse news?"

"Bad."

Gracepaw drew in a breath and told him. "That cat you saw was named Cloudstar. He leads our Clan. T-that's not the first time he attacked. He's killed two cats already- Scarletwind and Goldstar, our old leader."

"And the worse news?"

"They don't think it's him doing the killing. He makes sure to fight them out here, where it smells like willows."

White cat smelling like willows? Oh no! They must think it's-

"They think a white loner is doing the killing. One of our Clanmates fought you...they think it's you, murdering our Clan, one by one."

"No. That's not possible!"

It is, Falling Snow...

What was that? Someone had surely spoken, yet Gracepaw had not moved her mouth, and did not seem to have heard anything. Who did that voice belong to? Blizzard couldn't recognise it. It wasn't anyone he knew. Who was Falling Snow? He felt he should mention it to the young cat beside him, but decided against it. Perhaps it was better he kept it secret.

"Gracepaw, I should be going home now." I don't want to, but Comet and Star will be worried.

"Right then," she mewed, "I should go too. Leafheart thinks I'm collecting herbs." He dipped his head to her, and they headed different ways, but the voice he had heard would not leave his mind...

Chapter Three-Gracepaw

Gracepaw padded back into her own territory, pausing to lick the scent of willows off of her fur. She nipped off some mallow leaves and dug up some burdock root, then carried them home. She didn't want to go home. Cloudstar had attacked her littermates and they had grievous wounds. It didn't look like they would survive. Gracepaw steeled her nerves and padded into the clearing. What she saw horrified her. Sunstream and Moonstream were crouched beside a limp brown shape in the centre of camp. Bravewing was going to join them, when he saw Gracepaw.

"Treepaw died. Leafheart did all she could, but..." his voice trailed away. Pain seared her heart like the talons of a hawk. Her sister. Her littermate. Her friend. And so much more. Gone. Dead. Leafheart padded up with a leaf wrap.

"I figured you might need this...it's chamomile and poppy seed. It'll soothe your heart. It won't take the pain away but it will help."

Gracepaw ate the herbs and padded to the medicine den. She gazed upon her brother with pity. Underneath the wrap of bandages, Rainpaw had lots of deep slashes, many of which would scar and disfigure him. She wanted to fadeand never return.

Courage, Gracepaw.

She had to stay strong. For Treepaw. She thought of Cloudstar, and all he had done. One word blazed in her mind, a question that she had to know-

Why?

Chapter Four-Blizzard

Blizzard sat in his den. He'd been questioned by his parents, who had eventually decided a fox had given him the injuries that had been given by Cloudstar. They were still suspicious, however, of the herby smell on his wounds.

I used to think Clan cats were the mouse brains. Now I know the real mouse brains are my parents. Why do they have to be so...mousebrain-y?

As sunlight turned to starlight, he settled down to sleep.

In the morning, Comet brought him a mouse. He wolfed it down then left to see what the Clan cats were doing. He saw one hunting, two scentmarking and one merely watching the sky, whose clouds had covered some trees. A lighter cloud drifted toward a storm cloud and the cat sat bolt upright, then pelted away into the trees.

What an odd cat.

Sunhigh came and went and he realised he was sad not to have seen Gracepaw. How could he miss her? She was a filthy Clan cat, nothing more.

Was she?

He shook his head and headed home.