Post by Dragon on Jul 6, 2009 18:47:04 GMT -5
Sunpaw bounced along, his long tail winding in the air happily. "Hurry up, Slatepelt!" He called, though his young eyes had seen to many things for his age he retained a jubilant mood almost all the entire time. His dark green eyes were different though, they were haunted and seemed to absorb the light around them. His white paws scoffed the ground as he crouched by the rushing river.
"Sllllllllllllaaaaateeeeepeeeelllllllt!" He howled, as loud as his lungs could muster. His eyebrows bunches between his eyes, "SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAATEE-"
"Great Silverclan!" Slatepelt hollered to his, his aching ears were pressed firmly to his broad head, "Could you be any louder?" The older cat shambled along a well worn path and joined his apprentice by the river.
Sunpaw smiled widely, showing his pointed teeth. "I could be much louder!" He mewed cheerfully, "Now teach me to fish!" The apprentice's dark eyes gazed at the churning black waters and could see the flashes of silver as fish streaked by.
"Patience." The dark gray tom said in a mellow tone, "The fish will not jump into you paws..."
"I wish they did!" Sunpaw interrupted, with a smiling face and he was silenced by a quick glare from his mentor and the tom looked at his paws.
Slatepelt shifted his heavy weight into a comfortable sitting position and he looked into river, his amber eyes saw the fish and he smiled at the bountiful prey. "Focus on the water and the fish, be one with the currents fluid movement. Make sure your shadow does not cast into the water." He raised a clawed paw and his eyes narrowed to slits, his voice was a mere whisper. "Now bring up your paw, find a target, and STRIKE!" Slatepelt's paw flashed and submerged into the water, it seemed to scope up through the water and again the paw broke the water's surface. And in the warrior's paw was a wiggling fish. The sun reflected of the shimmering scales to create a rainbow of color.
"Whoa!" Sunpaw gasped in awe, he watched as his mentor leaped at the fish and killed it with a bite to the head. "That was amazing! Let me try!" The apprentice hopped to the water's edge and raised his paw swiftly and leaned forward to get a better view. The ginger cat's pink tongue stuck out between his lips in concentration. Closer...closer... to the sweet smelling fish.
"Don't lean so far out!" Slatepelt cautioned hastily, but it was too late.
Sunpaw swung his paw and it caught the water's surface. He had his entire body's power into the swing and as it missed the water he began to tip. Time seemed to slow as the ginger cat's body struck the water. Then everything seemed to speed out of control. He could hear his mentor's yowl of panic but his senses had gone numb with fear. The first he felt was the breathtaking cold that forced the hot air out of his chest. Icy water poured into his gaping mouth as he was swept down stream.
"Sunpaw!" Slatepelt shrieked, and he dashed along the bank and tried to keep the bobbing ginger head in view. A wave crashed down his apprentice and he screeched in terror and he jumped into the wild waters. He struggled to control his thrashing paws, the water was moving to fast for an old Riverclan cat and his apprentice. But he struggled through the current and tried to reach his apprentice.
He gasped for air desperately clawing the air in a frantic struggled between life and death. The freezing water stung his eye as it swallowed him time and again. Then, a big wave, greater than the rest surged over his head sending him under the water. Sunpaw's paws scraped the river bottom, he twirled in the water his mouth open in a silent cry for help. Again he spun, and his head struck a rock with the force of the river. Immediately, everything was dark. His vision was no longer a whirling of bubbles and powerful currents; it was nothing.
Slatepelt paddled strongly but the cold water was seeping into his very bones and core. He drew in a great breath of moist air and he dived into the waters after his vanished apprentice. He tried to keep his eyes open through the whipping water. And as he searched he found Sunpaw his apprentice's eyes were closer and the water whipped his about like a dead mouse. And a thin trail of blood streamed into the water by a deep cut on his forehead. The warrior hoped he wasn't dead.
The Riverclan cat came closer, the aching of every muscle in his body seemed numb and the burning of his air desperate lungs less important as he grabbed Sunpaw's scruff. The lean cat gave no signs of life as the gray cat surged for the surface of the water. Slatepelt gasped in the cool air, and some strength returned to his limbs as he could breath. It was all he needed to fight through the waves and haul them both onto shore. Sunpaw wasn't moving, his narrow chest didn't even rise.
Hot tears poured down his face and he pressed his big paws to his still chest and pressed down on his repeatedly. But he could hardly continue, his paws were shaking to much. His forehead sank into the sodden orange fur of his apprentice and he wondered how he would tell the cats parents.
Suddenly, Sunpaw began to cough and sputter. He vomited up water and his body convulsed as he tried to expel the water from his lungs. Though his eyes didn't open he began to breath in ragged gasps as he coughed.
"Sunpaw!" Slatepelt whispered hoarsely, and he began licking the young cats fur to help dry him. The big cat was reduced to happy tears of relief. "Oh, I thought I had lost you! I should learn to water you more! You little rouge, now get up and lets get back to camp so the healer can look after you! What a nasty cut you have on your head!"
Sunpaw shakily raised his head slowly, his eyes seemed to be clouded with confusion. For a moment he looked around, he didn't seem to notice the blood dribbling down his muzzle from the cut. His unfocused vision looked loosely at Slatepelt. "Who are you?" He asked, and looked around again. "Who am I?"
Slatepelt's eyes widened and his mouth dropped in shock. He could sense the apprentice was not lying. And tears flowed anew down his face but these were of grief and distress. Sunpaw had lost his memory. His head fell forward and he sobbed quietly as his only apprentice looked at him blankly.
"Sllllllllllllaaaaateeeeepeeeelllllllt!" He howled, as loud as his lungs could muster. His eyebrows bunches between his eyes, "SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAATEE-"
"Great Silverclan!" Slatepelt hollered to his, his aching ears were pressed firmly to his broad head, "Could you be any louder?" The older cat shambled along a well worn path and joined his apprentice by the river.
Sunpaw smiled widely, showing his pointed teeth. "I could be much louder!" He mewed cheerfully, "Now teach me to fish!" The apprentice's dark eyes gazed at the churning black waters and could see the flashes of silver as fish streaked by.
"Patience." The dark gray tom said in a mellow tone, "The fish will not jump into you paws..."
"I wish they did!" Sunpaw interrupted, with a smiling face and he was silenced by a quick glare from his mentor and the tom looked at his paws.
Slatepelt shifted his heavy weight into a comfortable sitting position and he looked into river, his amber eyes saw the fish and he smiled at the bountiful prey. "Focus on the water and the fish, be one with the currents fluid movement. Make sure your shadow does not cast into the water." He raised a clawed paw and his eyes narrowed to slits, his voice was a mere whisper. "Now bring up your paw, find a target, and STRIKE!" Slatepelt's paw flashed and submerged into the water, it seemed to scope up through the water and again the paw broke the water's surface. And in the warrior's paw was a wiggling fish. The sun reflected of the shimmering scales to create a rainbow of color.
"Whoa!" Sunpaw gasped in awe, he watched as his mentor leaped at the fish and killed it with a bite to the head. "That was amazing! Let me try!" The apprentice hopped to the water's edge and raised his paw swiftly and leaned forward to get a better view. The ginger cat's pink tongue stuck out between his lips in concentration. Closer...closer... to the sweet smelling fish.
"Don't lean so far out!" Slatepelt cautioned hastily, but it was too late.
Sunpaw swung his paw and it caught the water's surface. He had his entire body's power into the swing and as it missed the water he began to tip. Time seemed to slow as the ginger cat's body struck the water. Then everything seemed to speed out of control. He could hear his mentor's yowl of panic but his senses had gone numb with fear. The first he felt was the breathtaking cold that forced the hot air out of his chest. Icy water poured into his gaping mouth as he was swept down stream.
"Sunpaw!" Slatepelt shrieked, and he dashed along the bank and tried to keep the bobbing ginger head in view. A wave crashed down his apprentice and he screeched in terror and he jumped into the wild waters. He struggled to control his thrashing paws, the water was moving to fast for an old Riverclan cat and his apprentice. But he struggled through the current and tried to reach his apprentice.
He gasped for air desperately clawing the air in a frantic struggled between life and death. The freezing water stung his eye as it swallowed him time and again. Then, a big wave, greater than the rest surged over his head sending him under the water. Sunpaw's paws scraped the river bottom, he twirled in the water his mouth open in a silent cry for help. Again he spun, and his head struck a rock with the force of the river. Immediately, everything was dark. His vision was no longer a whirling of bubbles and powerful currents; it was nothing.
Slatepelt paddled strongly but the cold water was seeping into his very bones and core. He drew in a great breath of moist air and he dived into the waters after his vanished apprentice. He tried to keep his eyes open through the whipping water. And as he searched he found Sunpaw his apprentice's eyes were closer and the water whipped his about like a dead mouse. And a thin trail of blood streamed into the water by a deep cut on his forehead. The warrior hoped he wasn't dead.
The Riverclan cat came closer, the aching of every muscle in his body seemed numb and the burning of his air desperate lungs less important as he grabbed Sunpaw's scruff. The lean cat gave no signs of life as the gray cat surged for the surface of the water. Slatepelt gasped in the cool air, and some strength returned to his limbs as he could breath. It was all he needed to fight through the waves and haul them both onto shore. Sunpaw wasn't moving, his narrow chest didn't even rise.
Hot tears poured down his face and he pressed his big paws to his still chest and pressed down on his repeatedly. But he could hardly continue, his paws were shaking to much. His forehead sank into the sodden orange fur of his apprentice and he wondered how he would tell the cats parents.
Suddenly, Sunpaw began to cough and sputter. He vomited up water and his body convulsed as he tried to expel the water from his lungs. Though his eyes didn't open he began to breath in ragged gasps as he coughed.
"Sunpaw!" Slatepelt whispered hoarsely, and he began licking the young cats fur to help dry him. The big cat was reduced to happy tears of relief. "Oh, I thought I had lost you! I should learn to water you more! You little rouge, now get up and lets get back to camp so the healer can look after you! What a nasty cut you have on your head!"
Sunpaw shakily raised his head slowly, his eyes seemed to be clouded with confusion. For a moment he looked around, he didn't seem to notice the blood dribbling down his muzzle from the cut. His unfocused vision looked loosely at Slatepelt. "Who are you?" He asked, and looked around again. "Who am I?"
Slatepelt's eyes widened and his mouth dropped in shock. He could sense the apprentice was not lying. And tears flowed anew down his face but these were of grief and distress. Sunpaw had lost his memory. His head fell forward and he sobbed quietly as his only apprentice looked at him blankly.
