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Post by Swiftrain on Jan 6, 2014 22:47:57 GMT -6
k. I will do it tomorrow cause i have to go now
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Post by Swiftrain on Jan 7, 2014 21:41:04 GMT -6
OKAY HERE IT IS, BUT SORRY FOR POSTING IN A ROW:
~Bramblestar's 9 lives~ The water in the Moonpool was so cold that Brambleclaw gasped in shock when it touched his nose. "You'll get used to it," Jayfeather mewed beside him. "Either that, or your nose will go numb." "Great." muttered Brambleclaw, trying to lie more comfortably on the stones. Inside, he was quivering with excitement as well as exhaustion from making the long journey to the pool so soon after doing battle with the Dark Forest. Grief for Firestar dragged at his pelt and stung his eyes, but this was a moment that Brambleclaw had always known would arrive someday: his own ceremony of nine lives and the start of his leadership of ThunderClan. "Stop wriggling," Jayfeather hissed. "Close your eyes and wait for StarClan to come to you." Brambleclaw tucked his forepaws under his chest and let his muzzle fall a little deeper into the Moonpool. The shock icy water briefly did battle with a heavy wave of tiredness that washed over him. He let himself slip into sleep, but almost at once the sound of whispers made him sit up and look around. What was disturbing him? He was supposed to be sharing tongues with StarClan! He was still in the rocky hollow that held the Moonpool, round and silver in the moonlight, but now the slopes were filled with rows and rows of cats, glowing and murmering. StarClan! Brambleclaw felt himself gaping as he saw cats so familiar they tore at his heart: Sorreltail, Ferncloud, and his mother, Goldenflower... Soft footsteps sounded beside him,and he turned to see Jayfeather. The medicine cat's blue eyes were clear and bright and focused on Brambleclaw. "You can see!" he exclaimed. Jayfeather nodded. "In my dreams, yes." He flicked the tip of his tail. "Not that it makes much difference. Now, are you ready?" Brambleclaw nodded, trying to ignore the nervous moths that had started whirling in his belly. Jayfeather seemed so old and calm, as if being among the ancient, long-dead cats was as natural as being among his living Clanmates. Brambleclaw looked at the medicine cat and felt a flash of pride. I raised you as my son, he thought. You have done so well, in spite of everything.
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Post by Swiftrain on Jan 7, 2014 21:41:35 GMT -6
I have to split it into parts because I have to leave right now. XD sorry, I'll get to the other parts soon!
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Post by Dappledheart on Jan 8, 2014 13:30:35 GMT -6
Thx Swift!
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Post by Zee on Mar 15, 2014 8:08:10 GMT -6
MORE! MORE! MORE!
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