Post by Darkie on May 5, 2009 23:09:26 GMT -5
Legend Two: The legend of MeadowClan and TimberClan
((The following section of this legend was written by Eternal. No one else claims credit for this legend.))
The Forbidden Love
Timberstar, leader and founder of TimberClan strutted confidently through his forest. The wind was blowing gently through his brown and white fur, carrying his scent far into the breeze. It wasn't a good day for hunting, so he just walked through the forest, content to look upon what was his. He had actually accomplished his life dream; with the help of StarClan, he'd formed a Clan. He scented the sharp smell of fresh pine needles stirring and breaking, and that warned him of an approach. Crouching down, he lashed his tail, green eyes gleaming in warning. As the pretty gray she cat entered the clearing, he straightened, knowing it was not an enemy.
"Fadedpelt," he greeted his medicine cat. "What are you doing out here?" His clan had been lucky to get Fadedpelt at all. She had been born between the groups of cats that later formed TimberClan and MeadowClan, but she had chosen the cats of the forest. That was where she belonged.
"I'm just out looking for borage, the elders are feeling pain again," Fadedpelt replied, looking at him with soft blue eyes.
"Not Green cough, is it? It is nearing Leaf fall...."
"No, Timberstar. It's nothing like green cough. The problem is I don't know what it is." Timberstar started.
"You don't know what it is?" He'd thought that medicine cats would know every disease, but apparently not. They hadn't been a Clan for more than a few seasons, though, so he cut her a break.
"Will he be alright?" he added. But he saw by the concerned creases on her face that some might not.
"I see..." he said slowly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No, I just need to get the borage and, let's see... Poppy seed, chervil, and coltsfoot. Actually, can you help me find them?" Timberstar jumped on the opportunity to serve his Clan.
"Of course," he said curtly, and sped off to look.
A pretty tan tabby she- cat sat in the meadow, grooming herself rhythmically. Her name was Meadowstar, leader and founder of MeadowClan. Meadowstar sighed, flicking the grass with the tip of her tail. All had been peaceful for the past couple of moons, and for that she was glad. Her new Clan was already well established, and TimberClan agreed that they should live in harmony. All of these wonderful happenings were that of which she'd never imagined happening to her. But they did, and now she could sit in the meadow and think about her loyal Clan, her peaceful life in the plain. It was all too perfect for her to wrap her mind around. Silently, she got up and stretched, feeling the warm sun upon her back. This was what life should be like for all cats. Meadowstar's yellow eyes caught sight of a mouse scuttling through the tall stalks of bracken. Lightning fast, she pounced on the rodent, hearing it squeal as it died. She hurried to her Clan camp to put it on the fresh kill pile. On the way, though, she bumped into Timberstar.
Timberstar ran through the forest, looking for any of the herbs Fadedpelt had asked him for. He was almost at the MeadowClan border, and he'd only found the poppy seed. The tiny black round seeds were wrapped carefully in a leaf in his mouth.
He desperately looked for anything resembling what he was looking for, but couldn't find anything. The leaf blocked some of his view, so he didn't see the root nearing his paws, and tripped, flinging his seeds everywhere and landing in the mud, sliding into a tree. Quickly, the tom tried to stand, dreading that someone might see him, and cursed himself.
"Mousebrain..." he said, trying to collect the seeds as best he could without eating the mud they were in. But it was no use. The precious seeds were ruined. But he heard a tinkling laughter from the other side of the border, and spun to see Meadowstar, the leader of MeadowClan, sitting there with a mouse at her feet.
"Why Timberstar," she said, green eyes catching in the light. "I'd not realized before what a steady pawed cat you are." She laughed again, in a light mood, and crossed the boarder to help him up. Rising with the pretty she-cat, Timberstar suddenly found himself at a loss for words. he had never really noticed her before, I mean really noticed her. her sparkling green eyes, tan pelt rustling in the wind...
((End of Eternal's section. The rest of this legend is written by Darkwater))
As Meadowstar helped Timberstar up, she noticed him staring, glassy-eyed, at her. Was he OK? She eyed him, running her eyes over his pelt, looking for anything wrong. Funny, she'd never noticed how handsome Timberstar really was; he had the most enchanting eyes...
The two cats stood, staring at each other for several seconds, then each looked away hastily, embarrassed. 'She's from a different Clan,' Timberstar told himself sternly, 'Snap out of it!' Meadowstar mumbled something about needing to get back to her camp, then left, forgetting her mouse. Timberstar stumbled back to camp in a daze, barely even noticing Fadedpelt as she asked about the herbs. He remembered, later, vaguely telling her he hadn't found anything that could be useful, then wandering off to his den. Everything else about that day he completely forgot; all he remembered was Meadowstar; the way her eyes sparkled, how sweet her scent smelled...
From that day on it was hopeless. Timberstar always found a reason to go on patrol, to wander past the border; miraculously, by the will of StarClan, he thought, she was always there. He was hardly ever in camp. They started sneaking away; the leaders became more and more distant, it seemed to their clanmates. Whenever Timberstar felt guilty, he assuaged his conscience by telling himself that he could really only be helping his clan, by strengthening the relationship with MeadowClan.
Moons passed. Timberstar and Meadowstar made an effort to be around their camps more; staying busy by hunting, collecting herbs, fortifying their camps, whatever came up. But, in the end, they always ended up sneaking off together. Everything remained peaceful until the day the mountain exploded.
((The following section of this legend was written by Eternal. No one else claims credit for this legend.))
The Forbidden Love
Timberstar, leader and founder of TimberClan strutted confidently through his forest. The wind was blowing gently through his brown and white fur, carrying his scent far into the breeze. It wasn't a good day for hunting, so he just walked through the forest, content to look upon what was his. He had actually accomplished his life dream; with the help of StarClan, he'd formed a Clan. He scented the sharp smell of fresh pine needles stirring and breaking, and that warned him of an approach. Crouching down, he lashed his tail, green eyes gleaming in warning. As the pretty gray she cat entered the clearing, he straightened, knowing it was not an enemy.
"Fadedpelt," he greeted his medicine cat. "What are you doing out here?" His clan had been lucky to get Fadedpelt at all. She had been born between the groups of cats that later formed TimberClan and MeadowClan, but she had chosen the cats of the forest. That was where she belonged.
"I'm just out looking for borage, the elders are feeling pain again," Fadedpelt replied, looking at him with soft blue eyes.
"Not Green cough, is it? It is nearing Leaf fall...."
"No, Timberstar. It's nothing like green cough. The problem is I don't know what it is." Timberstar started.
"You don't know what it is?" He'd thought that medicine cats would know every disease, but apparently not. They hadn't been a Clan for more than a few seasons, though, so he cut her a break.
"Will he be alright?" he added. But he saw by the concerned creases on her face that some might not.
"I see..." he said slowly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No, I just need to get the borage and, let's see... Poppy seed, chervil, and coltsfoot. Actually, can you help me find them?" Timberstar jumped on the opportunity to serve his Clan.
"Of course," he said curtly, and sped off to look.
A pretty tan tabby she- cat sat in the meadow, grooming herself rhythmically. Her name was Meadowstar, leader and founder of MeadowClan. Meadowstar sighed, flicking the grass with the tip of her tail. All had been peaceful for the past couple of moons, and for that she was glad. Her new Clan was already well established, and TimberClan agreed that they should live in harmony. All of these wonderful happenings were that of which she'd never imagined happening to her. But they did, and now she could sit in the meadow and think about her loyal Clan, her peaceful life in the plain. It was all too perfect for her to wrap her mind around. Silently, she got up and stretched, feeling the warm sun upon her back. This was what life should be like for all cats. Meadowstar's yellow eyes caught sight of a mouse scuttling through the tall stalks of bracken. Lightning fast, she pounced on the rodent, hearing it squeal as it died. She hurried to her Clan camp to put it on the fresh kill pile. On the way, though, she bumped into Timberstar.
Timberstar ran through the forest, looking for any of the herbs Fadedpelt had asked him for. He was almost at the MeadowClan border, and he'd only found the poppy seed. The tiny black round seeds were wrapped carefully in a leaf in his mouth.
He desperately looked for anything resembling what he was looking for, but couldn't find anything. The leaf blocked some of his view, so he didn't see the root nearing his paws, and tripped, flinging his seeds everywhere and landing in the mud, sliding into a tree. Quickly, the tom tried to stand, dreading that someone might see him, and cursed himself.
"Mousebrain..." he said, trying to collect the seeds as best he could without eating the mud they were in. But it was no use. The precious seeds were ruined. But he heard a tinkling laughter from the other side of the border, and spun to see Meadowstar, the leader of MeadowClan, sitting there with a mouse at her feet.
"Why Timberstar," she said, green eyes catching in the light. "I'd not realized before what a steady pawed cat you are." She laughed again, in a light mood, and crossed the boarder to help him up. Rising with the pretty she-cat, Timberstar suddenly found himself at a loss for words. he had never really noticed her before, I mean really noticed her. her sparkling green eyes, tan pelt rustling in the wind...
((End of Eternal's section. The rest of this legend is written by Darkwater))
As Meadowstar helped Timberstar up, she noticed him staring, glassy-eyed, at her. Was he OK? She eyed him, running her eyes over his pelt, looking for anything wrong. Funny, she'd never noticed how handsome Timberstar really was; he had the most enchanting eyes...
The two cats stood, staring at each other for several seconds, then each looked away hastily, embarrassed. 'She's from a different Clan,' Timberstar told himself sternly, 'Snap out of it!' Meadowstar mumbled something about needing to get back to her camp, then left, forgetting her mouse. Timberstar stumbled back to camp in a daze, barely even noticing Fadedpelt as she asked about the herbs. He remembered, later, vaguely telling her he hadn't found anything that could be useful, then wandering off to his den. Everything else about that day he completely forgot; all he remembered was Meadowstar; the way her eyes sparkled, how sweet her scent smelled...
From that day on it was hopeless. Timberstar always found a reason to go on patrol, to wander past the border; miraculously, by the will of StarClan, he thought, she was always there. He was hardly ever in camp. They started sneaking away; the leaders became more and more distant, it seemed to their clanmates. Whenever Timberstar felt guilty, he assuaged his conscience by telling himself that he could really only be helping his clan, by strengthening the relationship with MeadowClan.
Moons passed. Timberstar and Meadowstar made an effort to be around their camps more; staying busy by hunting, collecting herbs, fortifying their camps, whatever came up. But, in the end, they always ended up sneaking off together. Everything remained peaceful until the day the mountain exploded.
