(Dieselstar’s mother is by Greenkaand the kits are by Kamira, I wrote the rest. Thanks for contributing lives, guys!)
Dieseltooth approached the mothermouth, her ears twitching forward as her pace slowed. She paced around the opening in the rock, making certain that she had the right one, before setting her jaw and dipping into the shadows. She walked forward in the dank cavern, the last of the light fading away and leaving her in pitch black as she continued until slowly it faded into a deep grey and she could make out the outline of the cavern before her. Then it was upon her. The moonstone was a brilliantly white against the grey, dusty floor. She opened her mouth to scent the air and circled it, gingerly stepping over dried bones. I thought it was a myth… she reflected, then settled down in front of it and tapped her nose to the surface.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by starry cats. Dieseltooth sat up, looking around herself as she got her bearings, then rose to her feet as a small, vaguely fat tom approached.
"I am Moonstar, the founder of the clans." He touched his nose to the deputy's forehead. "With this life I give you wisdom, use it well to guide your clan through the many difficult times you will encounter."
Dieseltooth gasped with pain as Moonstar stepped away, his footsteps as light as linden leaves against the mossy ground. As Dieseltooth recovered, Fallenstar approached the new leader and dipped her head to Dieseltooth. "I am Fallenstar, the founder of NightClan." She stepped the last tail-length to the new leader and touched her nose to her head. "With this life I give you mercy, use it well and your clan will grow stronger, not weaker."
The pain disappeared, but Dieseltooth’s head was left spinning as Briarpath, a founding EclipseClan warrior, stepped forward and delivered her life: “With this life I give you contentment. Be content with what you have and what your circumstances are-- running yourself ragged over an idealized future doesn’t serve your clan, it only distracts from preserving what you do have.”
This time, pain slammed against her like a wave, leaving her no time to recover when Hailstar marched toward the deputy and meowed, his deep voice echoing across the Starry forest. “With this life I give you loyalty. Be loyal to the code, to your allies, to your clanmates, to your ideals, and to your history. Never indulge in thinking that you stand apart from these things; that is a weakness, never a strength.”
The lives were relentless, the unfamiliar cats faces blurring together when Icewind approached, her shoulder blades sticking out of her pelt as even in death she was notably thin. She dipped her head to the deputy and spoke, her voice raspy. “I am Icewind of NightClan. With this life, I give you devotion: devotion to your clan, devotion to your ideals, and devotion to those you love. If you devote yourself to these things, no one can ask more from you.”
Finally, a pause. Dieseltooth’s breaths came in shallow pants as she stood up again, surprised to find herself cringing on the ground and with a shaky breath she looked up at the cat who approached.
“Mom?” She meowed, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
A black thin and tall she-cat trotted towards the new leader, when she approached, she touched her nose on Dieselstar's nose, after that, she step back, and she spoke calmly, ''Hello dear, it's good to see you big and strong as your father once was! With this life, I give you compassion, you should understand the feelings of your clanmates and respect them for who they are, after all, the life is not all about power as i thought when i was alive'' she smiled at Dieselstar, she approached again, and licked her shoulder, ''I'm proud of you.'' she purred, and step back again. Dieseltooth watched as she disappeared into the crowd, her familiar scent lingering.
Once the black she-cat had stepped away from Dieseltooth, two small forms broke from the paws of the ranks of StarClan, forcing Dieseltooth to look down if she ever hoped to see them. Their bellies were no taller than the tops of her paws and they were closer to size to a newborn rabbit than a kit, but they existed in the afterlife as fully formed children, much in contrast to the pink-veined bloody mass they were in life. Dieseltooth would remember burying them, and their solid bodies were a testament to how much Fencewalker thought of them, even though they'd never had a chance. The pale yellow tabby and abyssinian kits looked up at their would-be mother with olive green eyes, forcing Dieseltooth to bend down to touch noses with them both.
The larger kit spoke first, pressing its pink nose upwards into Dieseltooth, its paws on her chest to reach. Its voice was loud, innocent, and troubled. "With this life, I give you War. May you use it wisely to protect those you care for, detect duplicity in those you seek asylum with, and join our ranks knowing you fought for what you believed in." The kit stepped back and the yellow tabby took its place, its voice softer and shyer, with the frenzied rhythm of nervousness poking underneath. "With this life, I give you Peace. Please, use it to find time for meditation in the most frenzied of battles, and to know that the ultimate goal of it all is to end the fighting for good." Once finished, the kits stepped back, the smaller one with a saddened and nostalgic look towards her, like it had something to say but wasn't allowed to. With a look from its sibling, it turned and walked away, and the two joined the ranks once more.
The vision broke like shattered glass, leaving Dieseltooth lying in the dank cavern. She felt as though she had not slept in days, run ragged and hungry, though as she looked into the stone she knew that little time had passed. With one final glance, she started out again, trying to put what had occurred out of mind. I can’t tell her about the kits. That was too long ago.
(Dieselstar’s mother is by Greenkaand the kits are by Kamira, I wrote the rest. Thanks for contributing lives, guys!)
Dieseltooth approached the mothermouth, her ears twitching forward as her pace slowed. She paced around the opening in the rock, making certain that she had the right one, before setting her jaw and dipping into the shadows. She walked forward in the dank cavern, the last of the light fading away and leaving her in pitch black as she continued until slowly it faded into a deep grey and she could make out the outline of the cavern before her. Then it was upon her. The moonstone was a brilliantly white against the grey, dusty floor. She opened her mouth to scent the air and circled it, gingerly stepping over dried bones. I thought it was a myth… she reflected, then settled down in front of it and tapped her nose to the surface.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by starry cats. Dieseltooth sat up, looking around herself as she got her bearings, then rose to her feet as a small, vaguely fat tom approached.
"I am Moonstar, the founder of the clans." He touched his nose to the deputy's forehead. "With this life I give you wisdom, use it well to guide your clan through the many difficult times you will encounter."
Dieseltooth gasped with pain as Moonstar stepped away, his footsteps as light as linden leaves against the mossy ground. As Dieseltooth recovered, Fallenstar approached the new leader and dipped her head to Dieseltooth. "I am Fallenstar, the founder of NightClan." She stepped the last tail-length to the new leader and touched her nose to her head. "With this life I give you mercy, use it well and your clan will grow stronger, not weaker."
The pain disappeared, but Dieseltooth’s head was left spinning as Briarpath, a founding EclipseClan warrior, stepped forward and delivered her life: “With this life I give you contentment. Be content with what you have and what your circumstances are-- running yourself ragged over an idealized future doesn’t serve your clan, it only distracts from preserving what you do have.”
This time, pain slammed against her like a wave, leaving her no time to recover when Hailstar marched toward the deputy and meowed, his deep voice echoing across the Starry forest. “With this life I give you loyalty. Be loyal to the code, to your allies, to your clanmates, to your ideals, and to your history. Never indulge in thinking that you stand apart from these things; that is a weakness, never a strength.”
The lives were relentless, the unfamiliar cats faces blurring together when Icewind approached, her shoulder blades sticking out of her pelt as even in death she was notably thin. She dipped her head to the deputy and spoke, her voice raspy. “I am Icewind of NightClan. With this life, I give you devotion: devotion to your clan, devotion to your ideals, and devotion to those you love. If you devote yourself to these things, no one can ask more from you.”
Finally, a pause. Dieseltooth’s breaths came in shallow pants as she stood up again, surprised to find herself cringing on the ground and with a shaky breath she looked up at the cat who approached.
“Mom?” She meowed, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
A black thin and tall she-cat trotted towards the new leader, when she approached, she touched her nose on Dieselstar's nose, after that, she step back, and she spoke calmly, ''Hello dear, it's good to see you big and strong as your father once was! With this life, I give you compassion, you should understand the feelings of your clanmates and respect them for who they are, after all, the life is not all about power as i thought when i was alive'' she smiled at Dieselstar, she approached again, and licked her shoulder, ''I'm proud of you.'' she purred, and step back again. Dieseltooth watched as she disappeared into the crowd, her familiar scent lingering.
Once the black she-cat had stepped away from Dieseltooth, two small forms broke from the paws of the ranks of StarClan, forcing Dieseltooth to look down if she ever hoped to see them. Their bellies were no taller than the tops of her paws and they were closer to size to a newborn rabbit than a kit, but they existed in the afterlife as fully formed children, much in contrast to the pink-veined bloody mass they were in life. Dieseltooth would remember burying them, and their solid bodies were a testament to how much Fencewalker thought of them, even though they'd never had a chance. The pale yellow tabby and abyssinian kits looked up at their would-be mother with olive green eyes, forcing Dieseltooth to bend down to touch noses with them both.
The larger kit spoke first, pressing its pink nose upwards into Dieseltooth, its paws on her chest to reach. Its voice was loud, innocent, and troubled. "With this life, I give you War. May you use it wisely to protect those you care for, detect duplicity in those you seek asylum with, and join our ranks knowing you fought for what you believed in." The kit stepped back and the yellow tabby took its place, its voice softer and shyer, with the frenzied rhythm of nervousness poking underneath. "With this life, I give you Peace. Please, use it to find time for meditation in the most frenzied of battles, and to know that the ultimate goal of it all is to end the fighting for good." Once finished, the kits stepped back, the smaller one with a saddened and nostalgic look towards her, like it had something to say but wasn't allowed to. With a look from its sibling, it turned and walked away, and the two joined the ranks once more.
The vision broke like shattered glass, leaving Dieseltooth lying in the dank cavern. She felt as though she had not slept in days, run ragged and hungry, though as she looked into the stone she knew that little time had passed. With one final glance, she started out again, trying to put what had occurred out of mind. I can’t tell her about the kits. That was too long ago.