Meet Brightstorm
Brightpaw and her brother, Duskpaw, lived within a humble clan deep in Wolf Forest. They were cheerful apprentices who viewed life through rose-colored glasses and saw only joy and excitement. It was this eagerness and joy for life that would often lead them out on journeys beyond the clans borders, running along the broad trunks and past the thick brush. The journeys were innocent enough, and though they were often scolded, the clan gradually grew to accept their voyages and even began discussing making them scouts.
On one particular journey, Brightpaw and her brother noticed something peculiar. A raccoon stood in the forest, its legs stiff and rigid and its body standing as still as the great trees around them. The apprentices hesitated and met each others gaze as they debated what to do. They had seen warriors take on raccoons and bring them back to camp, and were confident that they could do the same, but something about the beast was unsettling.
It was Duskpaw that made the decision by rushing forward, claws exposed and muscles tensed for battle. As Brightpaw rushed after her brother into battle, the raccoon exploded. It broke from its rigid stance in an instant and crashed into Duskpaw, tearing into his shoulder with its fangs. Duskpaw yowled in pain and terror and Brightpaw responded quickly, slashing one of the raccoons eyes. It released her brother and bellowed a sound she had never heard before which drew her bone marrow into a bitter ice. Duskpaw scrambled to his paws and fled, Brightpaw close on his tail. The raccoon pursued, but staggered and hit a tree. An instant later, it began to attack the tree, trying to tear into the bark as savagely as it had to Duskpaw's shoulder.
They returned to the clan flustered and terrified. The medicine cat acted quickly, taking Duskpaw into the medicine den to treat him, while the leader approached Brightpaw to question her. Brightpaw told her leader of the raccoon and its strange behaviors. She told of the attack, how it was stopped, and the raccoons behavior toward the tree. Her leader was concerned and contemplative, and that night went out to the Moon Pool to ask Star Clan what this meant.
From there, life continued as normal. While the leader and medicine cat awaited a response from Star Clan, Duskpaw was treated for his injuries. Brightpaw visited him often and spent most of her time with her brother. When word spread she would be dubbed a warrior for her brave actions to free her brother, she rejected to accept the ceremony unless her brother was given a proper name as well. The clan accepted, and she helped her brother to the leader's rock where both received their names: Brightstorm and Duskfire. Things were cheerful, but Duskfire's health soon began to take a turn for the worse.
He grew sluggish and confused. His temperature was burning, and he began to hiss at water when presented with it. Concerned, Brightstorm spent more time with her brother, and when she wasn't near him she was often pacing or rushing to accomplish her work to return to his side. Though the medicine cat reassured her it was just an infection, Duskfire's condition never improved.
At last, the breaking point came.
It was early in the morning, before the sun had risen over the distant mountain. Brightstorm's head sprang up from within the warrior den and she rushed out to the medicine den to check on her ill brother. She entered the den and called out to the medicine cat, who met her swiftly with a silencing, quiet hiss. Confused, Brightstorm began to question him, but the medicine cat persisted to desperately hush her and glance over his shoulder with severe anxiety. The struggle between the two shattered as Duskfire sprang from the darkenss, throwing himself onto the medicine cat and attacking savagely.
The medicine cat threw him from his pelt and rushed from the den, dragging Brighstorm with him as Duskfall arose, snarling with thick saliva pooling from his mouth. Her brother lunged again, striking the medicine cat once more and throwing him to the ground. The yowls drew the rest of the clan from their den, and Duskfall was snatched from the medicine cat. Orders to calm down rang out, but the tom was relentless. He thrashed, clawing and biting anything and everything he could until at last one ended it with a powerful blow to the wild toms throat.
All eyes slowly turned to Brightstorm.
The she-cat stared at her dead brother's body, her legs shaking and her mouth partially agape as her mind process what had happened. Slowly, her leader stepped forward and cautiously called her name, trying to pull her from her trance. Her eyes snapped to him, then immediately to the medicine cat as her fur stood on edge. "What did you do to my brother?!"
She raged, accusing them of tormenting and torturing him, of making him hate them. She stated that he was trying to protect her from them, and proclaimed that she hoped death would find them all before fleeing the clan, and later leaving Wolf Forest.
Brightstorm found Cinderclan a week after leaving her old clan. She was hesitant, but could not deny that she needed sanctuary and company of some sort, and so she joined the clan. When she was injured during a hunt, she was invited to the medicine den, but refused. Lightpool calmly agreed to treat her where she felt comfortable and mended her wounds, treating her as a friend. Their relationship was rigid and tense, but as they encountered each other more often Lightpool continued to work hard to prove to the anxious she-cat that she meant no harm. Now, Brightstorm views Lightpool in a positive light and trusts her, though she still refuses to step into a medicine den.
Brightpaw and her brother, Duskpaw, lived within a humble clan deep in Wolf Forest. They were cheerful apprentices who viewed life through rose-colored glasses and saw only joy and excitement. It was this eagerness and joy for life that would often lead them out on journeys beyond the clans borders, running along the broad trunks and past the thick brush. The journeys were innocent enough, and though they were often scolded, the clan gradually grew to accept their voyages and even began discussing making them scouts.
On one particular journey, Brightpaw and her brother noticed something peculiar. A raccoon stood in the forest, its legs stiff and rigid and its body standing as still as the great trees around them. The apprentices hesitated and met each others gaze as they debated what to do. They had seen warriors take on raccoons and bring them back to camp, and were confident that they could do the same, but something about the beast was unsettling.
It was Duskpaw that made the decision by rushing forward, claws exposed and muscles tensed for battle. As Brightpaw rushed after her brother into battle, the raccoon exploded. It broke from its rigid stance in an instant and crashed into Duskpaw, tearing into his shoulder with its fangs. Duskpaw yowled in pain and terror and Brightpaw responded quickly, slashing one of the raccoons eyes. It released her brother and bellowed a sound she had never heard before which drew her bone marrow into a bitter ice. Duskpaw scrambled to his paws and fled, Brightpaw close on his tail. The raccoon pursued, but staggered and hit a tree. An instant later, it began to attack the tree, trying to tear into the bark as savagely as it had to Duskpaw's shoulder.
They returned to the clan flustered and terrified. The medicine cat acted quickly, taking Duskpaw into the medicine den to treat him, while the leader approached Brightpaw to question her. Brightpaw told her leader of the raccoon and its strange behaviors. She told of the attack, how it was stopped, and the raccoons behavior toward the tree. Her leader was concerned and contemplative, and that night went out to the Moon Pool to ask Star Clan what this meant.
From there, life continued as normal. While the leader and medicine cat awaited a response from Star Clan, Duskpaw was treated for his injuries. Brightpaw visited him often and spent most of her time with her brother. When word spread she would be dubbed a warrior for her brave actions to free her brother, she rejected to accept the ceremony unless her brother was given a proper name as well. The clan accepted, and she helped her brother to the leader's rock where both received their names: Brightstorm and Duskfire. Things were cheerful, but Duskfire's health soon began to take a turn for the worse.
He grew sluggish and confused. His temperature was burning, and he began to hiss at water when presented with it. Concerned, Brightstorm spent more time with her brother, and when she wasn't near him she was often pacing or rushing to accomplish her work to return to his side. Though the medicine cat reassured her it was just an infection, Duskfire's condition never improved.
At last, the breaking point came.
It was early in the morning, before the sun had risen over the distant mountain. Brightstorm's head sprang up from within the warrior den and she rushed out to the medicine den to check on her ill brother. She entered the den and called out to the medicine cat, who met her swiftly with a silencing, quiet hiss. Confused, Brightstorm began to question him, but the medicine cat persisted to desperately hush her and glance over his shoulder with severe anxiety. The struggle between the two shattered as Duskfire sprang from the darkenss, throwing himself onto the medicine cat and attacking savagely.
The medicine cat threw him from his pelt and rushed from the den, dragging Brighstorm with him as Duskfall arose, snarling with thick saliva pooling from his mouth. Her brother lunged again, striking the medicine cat once more and throwing him to the ground. The yowls drew the rest of the clan from their den, and Duskfall was snatched from the medicine cat. Orders to calm down rang out, but the tom was relentless. He thrashed, clawing and biting anything and everything he could until at last one ended it with a powerful blow to the wild toms throat.
All eyes slowly turned to Brightstorm.
The she-cat stared at her dead brother's body, her legs shaking and her mouth partially agape as her mind process what had happened. Slowly, her leader stepped forward and cautiously called her name, trying to pull her from her trance. Her eyes snapped to him, then immediately to the medicine cat as her fur stood on edge. "What did you do to my brother?!"
She raged, accusing them of tormenting and torturing him, of making him hate them. She stated that he was trying to protect her from them, and proclaimed that she hoped death would find them all before fleeing the clan, and later leaving Wolf Forest.
Brightstorm found Cinderclan a week after leaving her old clan. She was hesitant, but could not deny that she needed sanctuary and company of some sort, and so she joined the clan. When she was injured during a hunt, she was invited to the medicine den, but refused. Lightpool calmly agreed to treat her where she felt comfortable and mended her wounds, treating her as a friend. Their relationship was rigid and tense, but as they encountered each other more often Lightpool continued to work hard to prove to the anxious she-cat that she meant no harm. Now, Brightstorm views Lightpool in a positive light and trusts her, though she still refuses to step into a medicine den.
