Post by Wildshadow on Jan 14, 2007 21:00:20 GMT -5
This is my first plot, when I'm done, I'll post the charecter listings so you can apply for a charecter.
Starbolt was the Medicine Cat of WaterClan. He had accepted his fate since the moment he had saw what a Medicine Cat's role was. Or so he had thought.
She was a beautiful silver tabby with glimmering gray eyes. Her pelt swayed as if by the faintest breeze and she seemed to glide along the ground like a warrior among the ranks of StarClan. Her name was Sparrowwing, and Starbolt knew they had to be together.
One day, at sunhigh, Starbolt came across Sparrowwing hunting. Immediatly he ducked behind a bush, not wanting his crush to see him. She swiftly went in for the kill, and noticed him as she was scrapeing earth over her kill. "What are you doing?" she asked, confused. He could do nothing but scramble away, wishing he had turned tail when he saw her.
SparrowWing's gray eyes darted through the undergrowth, searching for any flicker of movement hiding in the tall grass. Her senses were at their breaking point. Her ears were perked up straight and her nose twitched anxiously. Her sharp eyes picked up something. Her body tensed with excitement. In front of her bounded and rabbit, blissfully unaware or her creeping presence. Sparrowing's legs molded into a position so natural to her, it barely came second to breathing. She stalked forward, closer, and closer to the rabbit, soon to be meal. The rabbit stopped suddenly. Years of practice told the Silver tabby that it was preparing to run. She bounded forward just as the rabbit leaped. their bodies collided, but SparrowWing was too fast. The hunt was over and the predator was the victor.
Starbolt had been hiding behind a bush, watching her. "Nice catch," he said before he could stop himself. "I mean, I was gathering some herbs," he motioned to the herbs he had beside him gratfully, "And saw you." He stepped out from behind the bush. "Thanks... I think," she said uncertainly. "Well, I'll see you back at camp!" he said and darted off with his herbs, leaving her staring.
Later that same day, Starbolt approached Sparrowwing in camp. "Ummm," he paused. "Sparrowwing, can I have a word with you?" he said and led her out of camp, past where the cats went to make their dirt. "What in StarClan?" she asked in confusion. "Well, I have to tell you something.." he said nervously. She swished her tail, willing him forward. "I... I like you. I know medicine cats aren't allowed to have mates, or kits, but StarClan have to understand!" he exclaimed. "I want to spend many moons with you by my side!"
Starbolt was the Medicine Cat of WaterClan. He had accepted his fate since the moment he had saw what a Medicine Cat's role was. Or so he had thought.
She was a beautiful silver tabby with glimmering gray eyes. Her pelt swayed as if by the faintest breeze and she seemed to glide along the ground like a warrior among the ranks of StarClan. Her name was Sparrowwing, and Starbolt knew they had to be together.
One day, at sunhigh, Starbolt came across Sparrowwing hunting. Immediatly he ducked behind a bush, not wanting his crush to see him. She swiftly went in for the kill, and noticed him as she was scrapeing earth over her kill. "What are you doing?" she asked, confused. He could do nothing but scramble away, wishing he had turned tail when he saw her.
SparrowWing's gray eyes darted through the undergrowth, searching for any flicker of movement hiding in the tall grass. Her senses were at their breaking point. Her ears were perked up straight and her nose twitched anxiously. Her sharp eyes picked up something. Her body tensed with excitement. In front of her bounded and rabbit, blissfully unaware or her creeping presence. Sparrowing's legs molded into a position so natural to her, it barely came second to breathing. She stalked forward, closer, and closer to the rabbit, soon to be meal. The rabbit stopped suddenly. Years of practice told the Silver tabby that it was preparing to run. She bounded forward just as the rabbit leaped. their bodies collided, but SparrowWing was too fast. The hunt was over and the predator was the victor.
Starbolt had been hiding behind a bush, watching her. "Nice catch," he said before he could stop himself. "I mean, I was gathering some herbs," he motioned to the herbs he had beside him gratfully, "And saw you." He stepped out from behind the bush. "Thanks... I think," she said uncertainly. "Well, I'll see you back at camp!" he said and darted off with his herbs, leaving her staring.
Later that same day, Starbolt approached Sparrowwing in camp. "Ummm," he paused. "Sparrowwing, can I have a word with you?" he said and led her out of camp, past where the cats went to make their dirt. "What in StarClan?" she asked in confusion. "Well, I have to tell you something.." he said nervously. She swished her tail, willing him forward. "I... I like you. I know medicine cats aren't allowed to have mates, or kits, but StarClan have to understand!" he exclaimed. "I want to spend many moons with you by my side!"
Charecters
Starbolt- long-haired gray tom with a star on his chest. He is very easy to get along with, and has a great sense of humor.- Wildshadow
Sparrowwing- A pretty silver tabby with gray eyes. She is nice, and loves to hunt, being one of the greatest hunters in the Clan.- Desert
