Set in Stone

Set in Stone
Author: Forestpaw13 Preceded By: None Succeeded By: Burst of Fire
In EarthClan resides a dusty brown apprentice called Quakepaw, who is training to become a Controller, a master of Earth, her Clan's art. When something is revealed about her abilities, Quakepaw's life is turned around. In AirClan resides a whispy white apprentice called Flurrypaw, who is also training to become a Controller of her Clan's art, which is Air. When she meets the most powerful cat in the Clans, Flurrypaw must fight for what she believes is right, one step at a time. At the same time, a threat that will drive the Clans into an unstoppable battle is rising- and quickly.

Prologue

The night was silent. There were no birds chirping, no cricket songs, no winds blowing the leaves off the trees. Dew glittered around a dark gray tom and his dark brown companion, but neither tom voiced that they saw it.

The gray tom fell behind the much more powerful brown one, letting him take the lead. This tom had to be protected or it meant the gray tom's death; if it was his fault or not.

"Stoneclaw," the dark brown tom called, breaking the silence. "Take a look at this."

Stoneclaw crept cautiously forward. "Take a look at what?" he asked quietly. His neck fur stood up, and he felt his tail began to bristle. If the brown tom classified something as dangerous, then it was bad. Very bad.

"FireClan scent," the brown tom muttered. "In WaterClan territory? What are they doing here?"

Stoneclaw crouched lower to the ground, feeling his belly barely touch the ground. "Just... avoid them," he advised. "We need to get to the WaterClan camp. You know that! Reedstar is expecting us, not a fight. We can warn them when we arrive."

The brown tom's reply was husky. "If FireClan are brave enough to leave scent right in the middle of WaterClan territory, then we have a problem, Stoneclaw!"

Stoneclaw sniffed it again. "It's not even fresh," he snapped back. "Let's go."

The brown tom stared at Stoneclaw for a long time, obviously pondering if his companion's words were true. After sniffing the scent again, he nodded at Stoneclaw to follow him.

Stoneclaw hesitantly followed the brown tom until he realized that he was following the same course as before- towards the WaterClan camp. The night fell silent again, until Stoneclaw heard a stick snap.

The brown tom instantly stomped his front paw on the ground, but Stoneclaw didn't hear the usual cry of surprise or pain.

Fire came from a random direction, and the brown tom threw himself to the ground. Stonetail followed. He saw a ginger tom push his way from the undergrowth with a smirk on his face.

"Crack," the ginger tom hissed. "I expect your Control to be Earth. It's your Clan Art after all..." Smoke came from the ginger tom's nostrils. "But the best way to fight fire is with fire."

"Flametooth, get out of WaterClan territory!" Crack snapped at the ginger tom.

Flametooth bared his teeth. "Give me a reason why, Chosen one," he snapped. "And then I'll consider."

Crack blew out a powerful breath that blew Flametooth's fur back. Stoneclaw crouched to the ground, knowing that this was the Chosen one's fight.

"Stoneclaw," Crack growled, "get WaterClan warriors. Now."

Stoneclaw raced for the bushes, but heard fire being blown behind him and spun, preparing to protect himself with a wall of Earth, but realized it was aimed at Crack. The Chosen one.

Crack leaped into the air- unsually high for an EarthClan cat- and blew fire from his jaws at Flametooth. His eyes glowed with concentration and he landed with unmatched skill, whirling to face the next attack.

Flametooth bared his teeth, and Stoneclaw shivered as he saw the thing Flametooth was most noticed for- his flaming teeth.

Crack didn't hesitate. He whipped his tail around, water appearing from what seemed like nowhere and hitting the FireClan warrior in the face. The fire was estinguished, but Flametooth wasn't.

Flametooth leaped, his mouth wide and breathing fire. He landed on Crack and dug his claws in. Crack's fur caught on fire, and both warriors went down.

Stoneclaw gasped as he realized Crack had not willed his fur to ignite. The Chosen one could not put out another cat's fire.

Flametooth bared his teeth in satisfaction. "Now the Chosen one will be reborn in FireClan. Stoneclaw, announce Crack's death to your Clan." The ginger tom's firey amber eyes flicked towards Stoneclaw, crouched in the bushes, before padding away.

Stoneclaw rushed towards Crack, yowling after Flametooth, "Your Clan will pay for this!"

"Don't bother," Crack breathed from below Stoneclaw. "Just... announce my death. Tell EarthClan that a rogue attacked me."

"What about your charred fur?" Stoneclaw's voice cracked with grief. "I can't hide that."

"Bury me here. Go back to EarthClan." Crack's voice still had it's usual command despite his ragged breathing and the sparks from his fur.

"Crack..."

"Don't argue with me, Stoneclaw!" Crack rasped. "Make sure the Chosen one from FireClan knows that he has more than one choice."

With that said, Crack breathed out. The flames from his fur crackled and sparked and died slowly.

Stoneclaw realized the brown tom wasn't breathing anymore and let out a single, choked sound of grief.

The wind blew Crack's charred fur, and Stoneclaw watched as the Chosen one's fur disintagrated, leaving the parts untouched by fire.

Stoneclaw dug his claws into the dirt, clawing at the roots he found, and dug a hole with his Controller abilities.

The gray tom pushed the brown tom into the ground, covered him, and padded away.

Eyes glowed from the darkness, watching. Things were about to change.

Chapter 1

"Crouch," Mudtail commanded again.

Quakepaw sighed and settled into the now-familiar crouch used to catch a mouse. She looked at her mentor, hoping to convey her exhaustion and annoyance in one look.

"There's a mouse over there," Mudtail snapped. "Get it!" He jerked his tail, pointing to a mouse holding a nut under a tall pine tree.

Quakepaw crept towards it, keeping her pawsteps light and her tail firmly on the ground. She paused, waiting for the right time to leap, and when the mouse saw her she realized she was too obvious.

She leaped anyway, chasing after the mouse with an unusual speed that she never knew she possessed. She leaped, throwing herself forward and catching the mouse in her outstretched paws, killing it with her unsheathed paws. She hit the ground and rolled, but she didn't panic. She jumped up at the perfect time and landed on all four paws.

Mudtail padded over, murmuring something that Quakepaw couldn't catch. "Good job," he mewed louder, stopping next to her. "You've mastered the roll, but your leap was clumsy."

Quakepaw sighed. Mudtail was only her mentor because he was the only one that didn't treat her like a hero- which she was- and instead treated her like any apprentice.

But Quakepaw was different. Quakepaw had stopped an earthquake at her birth. That's worth credit, right? she asked in her head. She sent a silent plea to StarClan, asking them to make Mudtail treat her like what she was.

"I know this is against the rules, but..." Mudtail trailed off, staring at her and tipping his head to one side. "You seem to be ready," he finished.

"Ready for what?" Quakepaw asked, bouncing on her paws. Thank you, StarClan! she thought. Excitement pulsed through her body as if it were in her blood, and the next thing her mentor told her made her even more jittery.

"I'm teaching you how to hunt with the earth."

Quakepaw gasped and bounced on her paws again. "Really?" she breathed.

Quakepaw had been hearing stories of the legendary Controllers of EarthClan- the ones gifted with the ability to use the earth as a weapon. There were normal cats, too, that trained normal apprentices, but Mudtail was a Controller himself. Quakepaw's abilities had been apparent since stopping the earthquake, and she had been waiting impatiently to use them since.

"Yes." Mudtail sat. "But first, you need to get that jump right. Your left and right paws leave the ground at the same time."

Quakepaw sighed and crouched again, feeling her belly touch the ground. She faced the dead mouse a few foxtails away.

She took her time. Her tail slowly lowered to the ground, and with a quick glance at Mudtail, she leaped, flying through the air at an unbelievable height.

"Quakepaw!" Mudtail snapped. "What are you doing?"

"What you told me to!" Quakepaw retorted angrily. "I jumped right, right?"

Mudtail bared his teeth at her. "Yes, but..." He seemed to shake something off. "It made a big difference."

Quakepaw nodded. Something had been weird about that, she knew, but she couldn't tell what and she didn't want to ask.

"Alright," Mudtail mewed briskly, "it's getting dark. We'll have to do this another time, and we both have to report to your father."

Quakepaw's father, Stonestar, was a Clan legend of some sort. He was leader, the best Controller around, and, of course, the father of Quakepaw.

Quakepaw looked up to her father, but he almost never talked to her. He was always busy- monitoring Controller training and progress, making sure his Clan was safe, and lately, he seemed to be talking more to the elders and to the medicine cat.

"Talk to Stonestar?" Quakepaw squeaked. "Why?"

"You'll understand later," Mudtail replied briskly. Nudging her from behind, he commanded, "Let's go," and padded towards camp.

The EarthClan territory was at the base of the small mountain that AirClan had claimed as their own. As they padded along the border, Quakepaw stared at the top, having an overwhelming sense to run on the smooth rock.

EarthClan's territory was a large contrast to AirClan's treeless, rocky mountain. EarthClan's territory was a dense forest with large boulders everywhere. EarthClan had used this strategically in a battle against an old Chosen one- Quakepaw hadn't heard the story, but that was what she had been told. EarthClan's camp was in the very center of the territory, surrounded by a dense web of trees and boulders that could only be crossed by one that could use the earth.

Quakepaw reached the camp in seemingly no time whatsoever and wriggled under the bramble wall. Mudtail pushed aside some earth to help her get through.

EarthClan's camp was actually very large. The dens were underground- forged by EarthClan Controllers long ago- and the leader's den was on a large cliff overlooking the camp.

Quakepaw walked by the medicine den- below the tree on the edge of camp- and saw the medicine cat, Hollyclaw, treating an injured Controller that went by the name of Redpelt.

"Hello, Hollyclaw," Mudtail greeted as they padded by, nodding at the busy she-cat. "I hope Redpelt's okay?" It was a statement posed as a question; one that required an answer.

"He's fine," Hollyclaw mewed briefly. "It just needs to be treated quickly."

Mudtail nudged Quakepaw along, but Quakepaw wanted to see how bad it was. She obediently padded along, peering over Hollyclaw to see what was wrong.

Redpelt's front right paw had been crushed, she saw. A regular injury, but not pleasant to look at.

Mudtail climbed Stonestar's cliff easily, but Quakepaw took longer, making sure each rock she put her paws on was stable enough to find another higher up. Mudtail watched her with a wary eye, looking slightly surprised but otherwise looking normal- his chest puffed out and his eyes darting around, waiting for another cat to challenge him.

As Quakepaw reached the top, she heard her name called from below. She recognized his voice: Sparrowpaw, a normal apprentice. She turned around. "What?" she called back, hoping that they would make it quick.

"How's training going?" Sparrowpaw asked.

"I'm about to find out," Quakepaw replied, her heart beginning to pound again. She waved her tail in farewell and turned away, and she heard a small sigh from the reddish tom.

Ignoring it, she followed Mudtail into her father's small den. The deputy, Blacktail, was having a low conversation with her father towards the back. Blacktail seemed nervous and Stonestar seemed unusually calm.

"Quakepaw," Stonestar mewed, standing. He glared at Blacktail, telling him to leave, and padded over to his daughter. "You've grown! You look stronger. And is that a scratch on your back? Hollyclaw should look at it right away."

"Redpelt smashed his paw, Stonestar. I'll be fine." Quakepaw felt a combination of happiness and annoyance rush through her, and she let the annoyance show. "I mean it."

Stonestar sighed. "What are you here for?" he asked Mudtail.

"It's Quakepaw," Mudtail explained with a glance at his apprentice. "I think she's the one you've been looking for."

"Looking for who?" Quakepaw asked, feeling confused. She sat, trying to make herself look older and stronger- old and strong enough for her father to tell her.

"Quakepaw..." Stonestar sighed and padded over to sit beside his daughter. "You remember Creek died just before you were born, am I correct?"

Quakepaw nodded. Creek had been the previous Chosen one, from WaterClan. "Why are you asking?"

"Well, there's a cycle." Stonestar paused and cleared his throat, looking at Mudtail for help. When he gave none, Stonestar continued. "The cycle goes from Air to Water to Earth to Fire and back to Air... and since Creek died... it's our turn to find the next Chosen one. To train them."

Quakepaw nodded slowly, an idea dawning on her. "You think... that I'm the Chosen one?"

Stonestar looked relieved. "Yes. But the elders know, and they don't tell us until we figure it out."

"Why?" Quakepaw asked.

"They like seeing the Chosen one realize who they are," Stonestar explained. "They've been waiting for a while for you. If you are the Chosen one... your life changes. A lot."

Quakepaw nodded. "Well, can we go ask?"

Stonestar nodded. "Yes. Now."

Stonestar led her out of his den and down the cliff, where Quakepaw fumbled over rocks. She found she felt stronger and more agile, but she didn't want to ruin something that could be so great by falling off a cliff. How stupid would that be? she thought.

Stonestar waited patiently for her at the bottom. She was led across the clearing past Hollyclaw, who was treating Redpelt, past Sparrowpaw and the other normal apprentice, Rustpaw. They didn't notice her.

The elder's den was dug under a bush, with a very narrow opening. Quakepaw padded in, expecting to see the five elders coughing on nests and stuggling to bite into mice.

The den was huge. The moss was all on one side. Four nests were made along the edge, where the elders sat. They were batting a mouse back and forth and purring about a joke one of them had made.

Stonestar cleared his throat loudly, making the elders go quiet.

Quakepaw only knew one of the elders. Her name was Lilyfur. Her white coat was fluffed, making her look young, but her eyes and face looked old and tired and filled with knowledge.

"Stonestar," a black tom mewed. His teeth were messed up, Quakepaw noticed, but she said nothing. The black tom continued, "Who did you bring along with you today?"

"My daughter," Stonestar explained. "Quakepaw."

A breath was drawn in from the four elders, but Lilyfur looked the least surprise. She gave Quakepaw a look that said, Stay strong.

"Quakepaw... the one that saved us from the earthquake?" a frail gray tom asked in awe, his green eyes wide.

"Yes," Stonestar mewed patiently. "I think she's the Chosen one."

Now the den was completely silent.

Quakepaw's heart pounded. What if I'm not the Chosen one? she thought. What if I am, but they hate me?

"She is," the black tom with the messed up teeth sighed. "We thought you would have guessed much later."

Quakepaw's heart swelled, but she did her best to look calm.

"Quakepaw," Stonestar mewed louder. "The Chosen one. You will train with Mudtail as your mentor until you master Earth, and then you will get your full name."

Quakepaw's heart pounded.

"Raggedtooth, Lilyfur, Weedtail, Leafpelt," Stonestar mewed, introducing the elders to Quakepaw as well as addressing them, "thank you for your time and effort."

Quakepaw looked over each of the elders, and decided Lilyfur looked the strongest and Weedtail the weakest.

Leafpelt held her gaze the longest. The tortoiseshell she-cat told Quakepaw in one look to stay strong, and never look back.

And as Quakepaw was led out of the den, she didn't.

Chapter 2

Quakepaw finished her mouse and buried the bones, feeling jealous of the Controllers that could do it with a stomp of their paw.

Her body wanted to sleep. She still had to stay awake long enough for Mudtail to show her to a new den- one that hadn't been used in seasons, because the Chosen one almost never visted EarthClan.

Mudtail padded up to her, his eyes looking very wary.

"What's wrong?" Quakepaw asked.

"I always hoped you weren't the Chosen one..." Mudtail sighed. "I thought you would be a powerful EarthClan Controller."

Quakepaw sighed. "I think every cat knew it was coming... one way or another." Even she had. She had been the only choice.

"Well... Stonestar told me to show you your new den."

"Why doesn't he do it?" Quakepaw asked. She had hoped that with her new status that he would notice her more.

"He's busy, Quakepaw." Mudtail's tail twitched irritably.

Quakepaw sighed. "Alright." She felt her jaws break in the biggest yawn she had ever felt. It was a feeling different than tiredness, though, but she couldn't figure it out. Maybe... an omen?

She followed Mudtail to the base of a cliff. The wall was smooth in one place. Quakepaw knew that this was the place her den would appear. Somehow.

Mudtail did something with his claws, and the earth around Quakepaw rumbled.

A slab of stone slid aside, revealing a tunnel. A small one.

Quakepaw was astonished. EarthClan cats could Control well enough to burrow under the earth like voles?

She crept foward, aware that the ground beneath her paws was padded with soft moss, and that there was water dripping from the ceiling in one place, landing in a small pool.

The tunnel widened out into a circular shape, with a single mossy nest in the center.

"Wow," Quakepaw breathed, creeping to the nest.

"This was carved out by the first Chosen one," Mudtail mewed from behind Quakepaw. "No cat remembers their name or what Clan they originated from, but the cycle began with them."

Quakepaw tried to imagine the powerful cats that had slept in the den and couldn't. She remembered that she was one of them, and laid down with a shiver on her nest.

"I'll get you when it's time to train tomorrow," Mudtail told her, retreating.

Quakepaw didn't want him to leave. She felt so alone already.

Mudtail backed out when Quakepaw didn't protest and the den was slammed into darkness. Quakepaw found that when she shut her eyes, she saw stars.

Quakepaw's eyes blinked awake, and she saw a forest in front of her. She gasped and stumbled backwards, surprised, and then she realized it was a dream.

The forest seemed erily quiet. Quakepaw shivered. She didn't know what to do! Where was she?

A cold breeze made her shiver. It wasn't cold... it was just unnatural.

AirClan! she thought, taking an excited step towards the source of the breeze.

A strong wind blew her fur backwards, making her squint her eyes and crouch to the ground.

A cat appeared from the darkness. Quakepaw crouched lower to the ground, her belly brushing the soft, lush grass. She had never felt more connected to the earth.

"Quakepaw," the cat purred, taking a friendly step forward. "I thought you would come tonight!"

Quakepaw straightened up nervously and looked at the cat. She could tell it was a powerful tom, but no specific Clan scent came from him. He was bluish gray with a scar on his side.

"Who are you?" Quakepaw asked nervously, her tail flicking back and forth.

The tom's eyes narrowed. "You don't know?"

"No," Quakepaw squeaked.

The tom's whiskers twitched. "I didn't expect you to! I am Creek, the last Chosen one."

Quakepaw gasped and took a step away, feeling her fur burn with embarassment of not recognizing the important tom. "I-" she stuttered, "I- I didn't know! I'm sorry! Don't kill me!"

Creek purred. "Us Chosen ones were only trying to survive, just like all the other cats we met." At his words, three other cats stepped from the trees- a gray tom with darker gray whisps on his fur, a jet-black tom with a gray muzzle, and a dark brown tom with burn marks on his fur.

"This is the part of StarClan where the other Chosen ones reside, watching the current Chosen one deal with their troubles," Creek explained, noticing Quakepaw's awe. "The gray one is Whisp, the last Chosen one from AirClan, Whisp. The black one is the last FireClan Chosen one, Ash, and the brown one is the last EarthClan Chosen one, Crack."

Quakepaw nodded politely to them. "I'm Quakepaw," she heard herself squeak. "I'm the Chosen one now."

"We know," Ash mewed kindly. "We wanted to meet you."

Crack walked around Quakepaw, sizing her up. Quakepaw could feel him staring her down, and she puffed out her chest, trying to look stronger than she felt.

"She'll be a tough one," Crack murmured to himself."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Quakepaw shot at him. She dug her claws into the earth stubbornly, realizing that her rudeness could cause a fight.

Crack purred and his eyes brightened. "I didn't realize you could hear me," he explained. "It's a compliment. You won't get many of them during your life."

Quakepaw relaxed, waiting for Whisp to do something, like speak or show off his abilities.

Whisp just shrugged at Quakepaw and wrapped his tail around his paws. Quakepaw let out a breath, feeling annoyed and relieved, and faced Creek. "What is it like?" she asked. "You know... being a Chosen one? What problems did you have to deal with?"

Creek's eyes looked directly at Quakepaw's. "I won't lie to you," he mewed. "I had a problem with that when I was alive." After a pause, he continued, "Being the Chosen one is the most difficult position in the Clans. You have to migrate between the Clans to make sure there's nothing wrong. You are always in the middle of their problems. They think you're wise even though you might not know what in the name of StarClan you're doing. And you're always attacked. Always."

Quakepaw blinked. "Attacked?"

Creek nodded. "I was attacked by FireClan a lot, but once I made a mistake and AirClan cats attacked."

Behind Creek, Whisp flinched, but Quakepaw didn't detect any accusation in Creek's tone.

"Training is tough," Crack mewed, speaking up for the first time. "You must master your Clan Art very quickly. I mastered earth in three moons, I think. In addition to that, you have to master the other three Arts quickly."

Quakepaw saw Ash nod behind Crack, and Whisp's eyes narrowed.

"There's a problem?" Quakepaw asked Whisp, realizing there probably was none but trying to get him to speak.

"My training was easygoing," Whisp replied. He had a deep, confident voice that didn't seem to match one of a normal AirClan cat. "I was allowed to stay in a Clan as long as I wanted."

"That's thanks to Ash," Creek mewed. "He worked hard."

Crack nodded in agreement to Creek's words, but Ash looked embarassed.

Whisp stood abrubtly. His eyes darted around the clearing, staring at the other four cats.

Ash crept foward. "What's wrong?" he whispered.

"There's a prophecy I recieved the day you were born, Quakepaw," Whisp whispered, creeping forward.

Quakepaw was stunned.

"You have power," Whisp emphasized, staring into Quakepaw's eyes. "You will have more power."

"What did the prophecy say?" Creek demanded.

Whisp's voice became hoarse. "A raven covers the sun, and flurries of cinders rain from the sky to the quaking earth."

A jolt passed through Quakepaw. "What does it mean?" she whispered.

"It means you have a lot going against you," Whisp told her. He glanced into the forest.

"It's morning," Creek mewed quickly. "Mudtail will be waking you up soon. You must be ready!"

Quakepaw's eyes widened, but the images before her eyes flickered and faded away.

Quakepaw's eyes opened to stunning sunlight. Mudtail was standing in the entrance of the den, watching her. When he noticed her eyes were open, Mudtail mewed, "It's time for training."

Quakepaw stood, excitement pulsing through her veins. She heard her belly growl.

"Let's get something to eat, first." Mudtail had heard her belly growl, too, and was willing to make time for her.

Quakepaw nodded.

As they padded twoards the food, Mudtail asked, "Did you dream at all? I've heard that the Chosen one eventually meets some of the past Chosen ones."

"I didn't dream," Quakepaw lied.

Mudtail only nodded. "Another time, then?"

"Yes." Quakepaw shook off her lie and began to eat.

It was going to be a long day.

Chapter 3

When she imagined the cats that seemed to fly like the birds did, she would tingle with anticipation.

Now, it was Flurrypaw's turn.

She followed her mentor, Heronflight, over the familiar territory of AirClan, which was the mountain looming over the forest below.

A pleasant breeze came from behind a rock, but Flurrypaw knew it was two Controller apprentices play-fighting. She had an urge to send a gust of air towards them and jump in, but she had other things to do.

Her heart pumped with excitement and fear. Today, she would begin her attack training. No cat could leave AirClan territory until they could jump the canyon.

Heronflight stopped next to a large stone. "You ready?" he asked.

Flurrypaw shook her head. "I have to be," she mewed shakily. She tried not to imagine the dreams she had the night before.

"Let's go then, it gets steep here," Heronflight warned, taking a step foward and nearly slipping down the mountain.

Flurrypaw's paw hesitantly lifted off the ground. She took a hesitant step foward, placing her paw firmly on the ground.

She took two more steps. Back paw, front paw. Right paw, left paw.

The next step, her paw slipped, and she dug her claws into the gravel.