Post by Darkie on May 5, 2009 23:14:17 GMT -5
Legend Three: The legend of the volcano erupting
((This legend was written by Eternal. No one else claims ownership over this legend))
The Ignition
There was a crack, then a rumble like thunder could be heard throughout the lands of TimberClan and MeadowClan. A young cat of MeadowClan by the name of Spottedpaw jumped, letting the mouse he had been about to kill slip through his outstretched paws. He turned in fright to see where the sound had come from. It was then that he saw the mountain that dominated the territories start to smoke. At first it was barely a whisper of of a steam, but it grew until the billowing cloud of noxious fumes was thick in the air, making it hot and hard to breath in. The apprentice coughed, and gagged. He tried not to breath, to run back to camp, but he staggered and fell. A young she- cat apprentice ran past, barely fighting the poisonous gas herself. She stopped when she saw Spottedpaw lying there in the grass, and went to help him. She did not even care that she was in another Clan, and barely registered it. She didn't eve know what was happening, or care. She just wanted all the cats in the area to be safe. Her name was Shiningpaw. As she reached the ground where the tom lay, a shudder shook the ground. She lurched and fell, tumbling to the ground next to Spottedpaw. "Hurry," she barely managed to choke out. Spottedpaw looked up with blurry eyes. Mindlessly, he stumbled upward, supported by Shiningpaw, who had also, somehow, managed to rise. But there was a strength such of StarClan burning within her, and she was determined to save their lives from this unknown threat. They managed to stumble a few meters before another rumble shook the earth, sending them flying again. Only just did they manage to rise and run as far as they could. There was a lull, and the smoke cleared for just a moment. They were halfway to the camp, far enough away that they might be safe. But it was only beginning. A slow rumbling started shaking the earth to the core, slowly building in strength and volume. The terrified apprentices turned to look. And gasped. The top of the mountain was cracking apart, and a sluggish red steaming liquid was seeping from crevices in the rocky slopes. Then it happened. The explosion. The ignition of the volcano. There was the loudest sound a cat had ever heard, loud enough to break eardrums. And a cloud of burning ash erupted from the top of the mountain! It spewed so fast and so far it seemed like a blur. But not to Shiningpaw. She flew into action, running and herding Spottedpaw toward the high caves on the edge of the meadow. They couldn't outrun the ash, and it started falling from the sky, covering them with powdered death and scorching their fur. They felt they would die until they made it to the caves. "Quickly, climb higher! Into the one with the air holes!" Shiningpaw shouted in a hoarse voice. Spottedpaw obeyed as best as he could, but was distracted by the river of lava now flowing from the evil mountain that they had looked up at for so long. It as nearing. "Come on, hurry!" she shouted again, nudging Spottedpaw with her head. He quickly hurried to follow the strange cat's direction. But he slipped. And fell. He felt the surge of terror purging his body as he fell toward the flaming river that would soon burn him into cinders. But once again, Shiningpaw acted selflessly, and jumped down after him. Tucking her head down to make her streamlined body catch up to his, she grabbed his scruff an inch above the lava and threw him with all his might up to a ledge. But she was too late to save herself. Shiningpaw died that day, fell in the lava and was never seen again. Spottedpaw, through his half conscious grief, somehow made his way to the highest cave, the one with air drafts from below. That kept him from choking as the storm faded, but he was thinking all the time about the apprentice, who's name he didn't even know, saving him by falling to her death. He couldn't help but thinking, about how she was with StarClan now and how he hoped she was happy there, and looking down on him now. But the danger was not over...
The Meadow Fires
Spottedpaw dragged himself across the burnt land now that the fire was out, headed toward his camp. But he could still taste the tang of flame on the air... The camp was on fire! Suddenly more alert, though still grieving for his found and lost friend, he started running toward his home. He heard screams fill the air, screams of all the MeadowClan cats. The grass around the camp had high flames rising from it, and many taking refuge in the camp could be heard wailing for help. Blindly, he charged into the circle of flame to help who he could. He didn't want to let them die, like the she-cat.
((The last part of this legend was written by Darkwater))
Inside the flames, chaos reigned. Terrified cats sprinted toward the edge of the meadow. Spottedpaw ran onward, while cats streaked past. He made it to the MeadowClan camp, filled with smoke and flames. It was hard to see, but Spottedpaw made it down toward the nursery. A she cat was wailing, being held back from plunging into the flames by Meadowstar and another she-cat.
“My kits!” she wailed, “Let me go! I HAVE to get to my kits!”
“They’re gone!” meowed Meadowstar loudly, “We need to go! Now!” The she-cat fought the restraint for a few more minutes, and then went limp. The two cats nudged her forward urgently, and Spottedpaw raced to help.
“My kits…” she kept muttering, “My beautiful kits…”
“Is that everyone?” Spottedpaw asked Meadowstar. When she looked at him he could see anguish in her eyes; everything she’d worked for, everything she’d dreamed, had been destroyed. She nodded to him in reply. They somehow made it out of the flames, then collapsed on the ground, as they watched their home burn.
((This legend was written by Eternal. No one else claims ownership over this legend))
The Ignition
There was a crack, then a rumble like thunder could be heard throughout the lands of TimberClan and MeadowClan. A young cat of MeadowClan by the name of Spottedpaw jumped, letting the mouse he had been about to kill slip through his outstretched paws. He turned in fright to see where the sound had come from. It was then that he saw the mountain that dominated the territories start to smoke. At first it was barely a whisper of of a steam, but it grew until the billowing cloud of noxious fumes was thick in the air, making it hot and hard to breath in. The apprentice coughed, and gagged. He tried not to breath, to run back to camp, but he staggered and fell. A young she- cat apprentice ran past, barely fighting the poisonous gas herself. She stopped when she saw Spottedpaw lying there in the grass, and went to help him. She did not even care that she was in another Clan, and barely registered it. She didn't eve know what was happening, or care. She just wanted all the cats in the area to be safe. Her name was Shiningpaw. As she reached the ground where the tom lay, a shudder shook the ground. She lurched and fell, tumbling to the ground next to Spottedpaw. "Hurry," she barely managed to choke out. Spottedpaw looked up with blurry eyes. Mindlessly, he stumbled upward, supported by Shiningpaw, who had also, somehow, managed to rise. But there was a strength such of StarClan burning within her, and she was determined to save their lives from this unknown threat. They managed to stumble a few meters before another rumble shook the earth, sending them flying again. Only just did they manage to rise and run as far as they could. There was a lull, and the smoke cleared for just a moment. They were halfway to the camp, far enough away that they might be safe. But it was only beginning. A slow rumbling started shaking the earth to the core, slowly building in strength and volume. The terrified apprentices turned to look. And gasped. The top of the mountain was cracking apart, and a sluggish red steaming liquid was seeping from crevices in the rocky slopes. Then it happened. The explosion. The ignition of the volcano. There was the loudest sound a cat had ever heard, loud enough to break eardrums. And a cloud of burning ash erupted from the top of the mountain! It spewed so fast and so far it seemed like a blur. But not to Shiningpaw. She flew into action, running and herding Spottedpaw toward the high caves on the edge of the meadow. They couldn't outrun the ash, and it started falling from the sky, covering them with powdered death and scorching their fur. They felt they would die until they made it to the caves. "Quickly, climb higher! Into the one with the air holes!" Shiningpaw shouted in a hoarse voice. Spottedpaw obeyed as best as he could, but was distracted by the river of lava now flowing from the evil mountain that they had looked up at for so long. It as nearing. "Come on, hurry!" she shouted again, nudging Spottedpaw with her head. He quickly hurried to follow the strange cat's direction. But he slipped. And fell. He felt the surge of terror purging his body as he fell toward the flaming river that would soon burn him into cinders. But once again, Shiningpaw acted selflessly, and jumped down after him. Tucking her head down to make her streamlined body catch up to his, she grabbed his scruff an inch above the lava and threw him with all his might up to a ledge. But she was too late to save herself. Shiningpaw died that day, fell in the lava and was never seen again. Spottedpaw, through his half conscious grief, somehow made his way to the highest cave, the one with air drafts from below. That kept him from choking as the storm faded, but he was thinking all the time about the apprentice, who's name he didn't even know, saving him by falling to her death. He couldn't help but thinking, about how she was with StarClan now and how he hoped she was happy there, and looking down on him now. But the danger was not over...
The Meadow Fires
Spottedpaw dragged himself across the burnt land now that the fire was out, headed toward his camp. But he could still taste the tang of flame on the air... The camp was on fire! Suddenly more alert, though still grieving for his found and lost friend, he started running toward his home. He heard screams fill the air, screams of all the MeadowClan cats. The grass around the camp had high flames rising from it, and many taking refuge in the camp could be heard wailing for help. Blindly, he charged into the circle of flame to help who he could. He didn't want to let them die, like the she-cat.
((The last part of this legend was written by Darkwater))
Inside the flames, chaos reigned. Terrified cats sprinted toward the edge of the meadow. Spottedpaw ran onward, while cats streaked past. He made it to the MeadowClan camp, filled with smoke and flames. It was hard to see, but Spottedpaw made it down toward the nursery. A she cat was wailing, being held back from plunging into the flames by Meadowstar and another she-cat.
“My kits!” she wailed, “Let me go! I HAVE to get to my kits!”
“They’re gone!” meowed Meadowstar loudly, “We need to go! Now!” The she-cat fought the restraint for a few more minutes, and then went limp. The two cats nudged her forward urgently, and Spottedpaw raced to help.
“My kits…” she kept muttering, “My beautiful kits…”
“Is that everyone?” Spottedpaw asked Meadowstar. When she looked at him he could see anguish in her eyes; everything she’d worked for, everything she’d dreamed, had been destroyed. She nodded to him in reply. They somehow made it out of the flames, then collapsed on the ground, as they watched their home burn.
