[nimrod.]

Username: nimrod.
Name: beartooth
Gender: tom
Clan: swardclan
Age: twenty-seven moons
Rank: previously warrior, newly seer

Prompt:

flashing, everything was suddenly blinding the tom as he looked up to the sky,
sun resting into the night. yet there was light, so much light. beartooth inhaled
sharply as his senses were rushed, able to smell, hear, feel, taste, and finally see
an unfamiliar place. he was high atop the mountains north of his clans territory,
far gone into the forbidden area. it was practically teaming with every possible
predator known to the clan. frantic of the dangers around him, he began leaping
from boulder to boulder in attempt to make his way off of the peak. suddenly there
was a loud booming, taking a momentary glance behind him, he watched as the
massive expanse of snow on the highest peak behind him came cascading down in
a frightening avalanche.

the tom was fast, though not fast enough. looking back one final time before becoming
engulfed in the frozen torrent, his eyes widened in shock as he saw that within the snow
ran cats he recognized, cats that now had stars within their gaze and along their pelt.
everything went to darkness, the tom shaking and convulsing as he came-to once more,
jumping to his feet, though seeing he was back on the grassland in which he loved so
dearly. he allowed a soft sigh of relief, but it seemed it would be quite some time before
he ever felt such a feeling within himself truly. starclan had just given him a great task,
one he wasn't entirely sure he would be able to help them with. did they pick the right
cat? and why him, of all his clan he felt he was the least worthy.

you see, starclan has been frustrated with swardclan for quite some time. ever since their
great, beloved leader claystar's passing, they have revoked their past beliefs. seers are
now prohibited, often chased out of clan territory and exiled if they are to try and speak
of starclan and their ways. it has happened to many seers before him. beartooth was
in shock at the very thought, all his life he was a warrior, great at what he did, though his
life never felt fulfilling, never what he thought it could be. was this his opportunity to not
only find himself, but to help his clan along the way? with this realization in mind, he
decided to make a promise to starclan then and there, that he would do whatever it might
take to save his clan from their ways, and to help bring them to their guidance. it will be
far from an easy task, most likely it could very well be the end of his time among swardclan.
but beartooth knew now more than ever that he had a destiny, one with a greater
purpose than himself. and for that, he was eternally grateful to starclan for their choosing of
him.

[Goner.]

Closed for judging

[ienrir]

Username: ienrir
Name: pollux (toadskip)
Gender: male
Clan: cryptclan
Age: 18 moons
Rank: keeper

Prompt:

The tom lifted his maw to taste the clear, forest air; its rich scents dancing on his tongue, just barely familiar. All at once his head reeled, a haze of dezaju seeping into his mind. He'd seen this field before, weaved through its trees with reckless abandon. But that couldn't be right. He was born of the bog, lived his life in murky waters. Here the trees grazed the sky; colours leaping from their branches. The word 'dreaming' settled in his mind, and he rolled it off his tongue tentatively. "Am I dreaming."

There came no reply, save for the light whistle of the breeze. He had never seen a forest untouched by the horrors of wildfire. He remembered that now. And as he trailed his gaze across the sea of green, his eyed grew sharp; a spark of realisation in their depths. His vision rippled and shimered, as though he was watching the scenery from beneath a veil of water. As though his grasp on this world could slip away at any moment.

Pollux could only think to follow the loud gurgle of the river; trusting it would guide him towards the one cusp of life. With each step a memory seemed to bathe his consciousness, washing over him in gentle waves. A kitten's laughter, a gentle voice, whispers just beyond his hearings reach. He moved forward through the undergrowth, barley concealing the rustle of leaves beneath his paws. The noise grew louder, now a constant din. A babbling brook, a familiar song, a whisper just near enough to tickle his ears. He let his eyes fall closed and a familiar face danced behind the shadows of his eyelids.

Toadflax. He recalled the name with ease; how could he ever have forgot it. His sweet Toadflax. Even with eyes closed, his feet seemed to glide across the grass; tracking the path well-worn in his mind. Of course he knew this place, of course. The whispers in his ears flickered and crackled, warming his pelt. Warming his pawsteps until the air around him felt thick, and heavy. His eyes snapped open to a billowing haze, rising through the tree-tops like smoke.

The next breath he took scorched his lungs, smacking his chest until he heaved and gagged. The haze darkened, black tendrils curling to the sky; shades of orange leaping at it's base. The whispers were clear now, a loud whirl in his head. Not whispers at all, the crackling of burning twigs. His stomach flipped. "Toadflax?" He called, still choking on the air. He pawsteps grew swift, frenzied. "Toadflax?!" A note of desperation slipped between his lips. The ground scorched his running paws. "Toadflax, where are you?"

He was answered by the roar of fire that leaped between the trees, lighting his path in reds and golds. He knew she was here, somewhere behind the blaze but the heat heat forced him back; unforgiving. It lapped at his fur hungrily, and he knew he had no choice but to turn away. It tore his heart in two, a pain the burned deeper than the flames. Toadflax was there, she was in there, just beyond his reach. If he took another step, the blaze may claim him too; shut him bind a wall of heat. You'd be together, you'd be resting side by side. His mind urged, but his feet had already changed their course, driven by fear of the flame. They drummed the ground in a primitive frenze, and he swore he could hear the fire give chase. It was faster than any predator he'd faced, following him with an all consuming hunger. It lapped at his tail, his paws, his pelt. It would eat him alive if he didn't-

"I forgive you."

A waved of cool washed over him. A riverbed, had he dived into the river? The voice fluttered in his consciousness, its words a gentle breeze. He opened his eyes to an ocean of stars, shimmering and shifting. Though as he blinked against their light, they seemed to settle into a beautiful silhouette. A familiar pale pelt, golden eyes bright as he remembered. She opened her mouth, and he waited, as eager and hungry as the flames that took her. "I forgive you." Her words caressed his ears, sending a pleasant shiver across his pelt. His mouth flapped open, to say something... anything. But he could find the words, the ground slipped from under his paws and he plummeted into the abyss.

--

The tom's dull, green eyes blinked against the familiar darkness of the bog. The cold lapped at his fur, crisp and sharp but it was a welcome feeling that calmed his ragged breaths. He could still hear the words of his lover in his dream. They rolled around his mind, until finding a place to sit heavy in his heart. But her words offered no solace to his grief. She shouldn't have died alone in that blaze, he should have fought to be beside her. Even in his dreams he abandoned her, left her to their mercy. "You shouldn't..." Came his reply. "You shouldn't."

opps just missed it!

[Goner.]

Congrats! I really enjoyed the vague but dark feel this form brought forth. It was very interesting and well written!
Enjoy Stagfrost!

Username: denja
Name: stagfrost
Gender: male
Clan: fickleclan (link in sig!)
Age: thirty-four moons
Rank: warrior

it all happens quickly, in the blink of an eye.
a warm touch.
a rush of adrenaline,
the cry of a wounded kit,
silence.

the dust settles and for once, the world stops flickering.
time stands still, and it's silent.
it's content with it's sacrifice.

vision turns to colour when stagfrost find himself within the dream again, walking aimlessly.
there's a crack behind him and he breaks into a run.
he's not fast enough.
whatever is coming, is hot on his heels -
though his body does not move.

and as soon as it started, it ends without explanation.

stagfrost finds himself scrambling to his feet to shake off the dream.
was it a dream? a nightmare?
he's not sure.
it was uncomfortable, he settles on.

the dream has followed him ever since he was a kit, plaguing his sleep.
is it an omen?
no, it can't be.
stagfrost shakes it off and begins the day, ever the same.

[denja]

Congrats! I really enjoyed the vague but dark feel this form brought forth. It was very interesting and well written!
Enjoy Stagfrost!

Username: denja
Name: stagfrost
Gender: male
Clan: fickleclan (link in sig!)
Age: thirty-four moons
Rank: warrior

it all happens quickly, in the blink of an eye.
a warm touch.
a rush of adrenaline,
the cry of a wounded kit,
silence.

the dust settles and for once, the world stops flickering.
time stands still, and it's silent.
it's content with it's sacrifice.

vision turns to colour when stagfrost find himself within the dream again, walking aimlessly.
there's a crack behind him and he breaks into a run.
he's not fast enough.
whatever is coming, is hot on his heels -
though his body does not move.

and as soon as it started, it ends without explanation.

stagfrost finds himself scrambling to his feet to shake off the dream.
was it a dream? a nightmare?
he's not sure.
it was uncomfortable, he settles on.

the dream has followed him ever since he was a kit, plaguing his sleep.
is it an omen?
no, it can't be.
stagfrost shakes it off and begins the day, ever the same.

ahhh, thank you!! congrats to everyone else as well! <3 <3