D A W N C L A N ;; <<volume one: the beginning... of the end>> an intermediate roleplay

[Pokadottie]

Ambersky opened her eyes into slits, not willing to wake up just yet. The sunlight streamed through the entrance to the warriors den, creating shadow patterns on the slumbering pelts of the warriors. When she remembered what the clan had been going through, she opened her eyes to their full potential and padded outside. She poked her head quietly into Firesight's den. She wasn't there. Still at Highstones. Oh well, she should be back soon, right? Ambersky thought to herself. She wanted to go hunting, but as one of the older warriors, she didn't want to leave the clan without a leader, or a deputy for that matter. She took a scrawny mouse from the fresh-kill pile and sat down to eat the meat, all the while keeping a watch over camp. It was mostly silent, except for a few cats padding around, heading out to hunt, or sharing tongues with each other. The clan was at peace, so Ambersky was content.

[{Roleplay anybody?}]

[Rriel]

((Ambersky and Nightkit?))

[Pokadottie]

[Sure. You start?]

[DragonStar]

Nine lives.

She had been given nine lives.

Not eight, like she had expected.

Not seven or six.

Nine.

Her brother, Nightflame.
Her father, Tallstar.
Her sisters, Raintail and Skyfall.
Her kit-friend, Fireglance.
Her first love, Nightwind.
Her second and last mate, Rainpool.
Her mother, Moonwhisper.

And her former leader.

Rosestar.

Firesight – Firestar hadn’t expected to get all nine. She had killed Rosestar, hadn’t she?


No. She hadn’t. The sickness had killed the beautiful, red-tabby-and-white she-cat that she felt proud to call both her sibling and her mentor.

Not the red she-cat who now stood before StarClan, her green eyes raised to look at the circle of nine cats around her.

Faith. Mentoring. Courage. Strength. Integrity. Hope. Love. Will. Honesty.

The last one seemed like a bit of a crack at Firestar’s habit of lying to her mentors when she was younger. She snorted in annoyance, keeping the sound to herself, and looked up again.

“I’m so proud of you,” Rainpool meowed quietly as he rubbed his muzzle against her shoulder. “You have done well for our kits and our Clan. But now the next step has come, my dear, sweet Firestar.”

”The next step?” she echoed, blinking at him. He purred faintly, entwined his tail around hers one last time, and then vanished with the other eight cats into a collection of stars that whirled around her form before dancing into the sky once more.








That had been a quarter-moon ago.

Firestar now padded into the camp of DawnClan, looking weary and about to fall off of her paws. High-pitched, joyous mews reached her ears as Rainkit, Shadowkit and Ivykit bounced out of the nursery and purred loudly, running around her as she tried to make her way up to her new den. “Hush!” She finally meowed. “You’ll wake everyone.”

”Everyone is awake,” Windtail meowed from his perch nearby. “They’re all out hunting or patrolling, though. I decided to stay here and keep an eye out for you.”

She blinked in surprise, and then nodded her gratitude.

”Much appreciated,” Firesight muttered as she bounded up to her den. She could do with a good nap before addressing the Clan that evening.




The last words that had been whispered to her as she left the cave of the Moonstone echoed through her mind now, and she almost murmured them herself:




As the river rises, those lost before will be found again... the time of fire has come and ash will cloud the skies.