As I walked among the sparkling stars, I noticed my fur was getting transparent, lightly glowing around the edges, making me look lke a spirit. Stars sparked up in my pelt. Each step I took through silverpelt felt more comfortable and more until it felt so easy. I was able to soar around wildly, looking down on all the Clans. I could not see them all. There must have been more than twenty. Then I thought to myself, hey, why not drift down to DawnClan?
I flew down, but something hard hit my paws. A barrier to the earthy world. It was sad and I felt another longing to be alive. I looked up and the sun was shining. I had flew from my stars to the sky the regular Warriors see.
During the night, I thought, I'll visit Whitestar in a dream...
Then I remembered I didn't know how. I hoped for the best anyway.
That night I drifted down from silverpelt. Then I looked up. The sun was not shining, and twilight twinkled in the black sea of the night. I touched my paw to the ground. I barely felt it, but it still made contact and I enjoyed it. The feeling quickly faded away. I was not meant to be there. Then I trodded off to the DawnClan camp, feeling nothing around my fur. Then I entered Whitestar's den. I saw the white lump laying on the ground, her flank showing the steady rate of breathing. Almost naturally, I closed my eyes and entered Whitestar's dream.
I felt relieved that I was able to feel and smell again after such a long while. I lifted my nose and followed Whitestar's sweet scent. A few bushes met me eyes. I poked my head through them. Whitestar was chasing a mouse in the middle of the clearing, in circles. I stepped out of the bush, creating a ruffling noise. The mouse scampered away.
"Hey," mewed Whitestar as she turned to me but then said, "Redring?"
"Yes, it is me," I replied.
We talked, and I knew I was a true DreamClan spirit right then.
I flew down, but something hard hit my paws. A barrier to the earthy world. It was sad and I felt another longing to be alive. I looked up and the sun was shining. I had flew from my stars to the sky the regular Warriors see.
During the night, I thought, I'll visit Whitestar in a dream...
Then I remembered I didn't know how. I hoped for the best anyway.
That night I drifted down from silverpelt. Then I looked up. The sun was not shining, and twilight twinkled in the black sea of the night. I touched my paw to the ground. I barely felt it, but it still made contact and I enjoyed it. The feeling quickly faded away. I was not meant to be there. Then I trodded off to the DawnClan camp, feeling nothing around my fur. Then I entered Whitestar's den. I saw the white lump laying on the ground, her flank showing the steady rate of breathing. Almost naturally, I closed my eyes and entered Whitestar's dream.
I felt relieved that I was able to feel and smell again after such a long while. I lifted my nose and followed Whitestar's sweet scent. A few bushes met me eyes. I poked my head through them. Whitestar was chasing a mouse in the middle of the clearing, in circles. I stepped out of the bush, creating a ruffling noise. The mouse scampered away.
"Hey," mewed Whitestar as she turned to me but then said, "Redring?"
"Yes, it is me," I replied.
We talked, and I knew I was a true DreamClan spirit right then.
I jumped into the lake, hatred and uncertainty clouded in my mind. The frost-bitten water washed around my black fur and got in my eyes. I could not swim, nor did I want to swim back up. I hated my mother. No, my STEPmother. She never told me who my real mother was. Never. The water then seemed to wash away everything I felt and I felt happy. But then a star-pelted cat jumped in my half-clouded vision.
"We have come for you," they said.
DreamClan was waiting. I gave a small sigh, and was lifted above the shadows.
"We have come for you," they said.
DreamClan was waiting. I gave a small sigh, and was lifted above the shadows.
As the fox killed me, my spirit emerted out of my body and I saw myself rise up and up, looking down at myself... I had already risen through the dancing trees in the wind. Sunlight shafted onto my young body. I was too young to die... Dandelions frolicked and I felt a longing pain to drift back down, and wake up. I tried, but it was no use. It was done, and the fox had killed me.
Though I did not feel pain, the only real pain I found was in my heart as I knew I would never be able to serve my Clan again. then I remembered that wasn't true. I might not ever feel the presence of the kit's body, I transfered part of my spirit into a kit of DawnClan, Lightkit. I might not ever be part of that Clan again, physically, but my memory will live on forever and ever in the hearts of DawnClan's souls...
Though I did not feel pain, the only real pain I found was in my heart as I knew I would never be able to serve my Clan again. then I remembered that wasn't true. I might not ever feel the presence of the kit's body, I transfered part of my spirit into a kit of DawnClan, Lightkit. I might not ever be part of that Clan again, physically, but my memory will live on forever and ever in the hearts of DawnClan's souls...
If DreamClan is alot like StarClan, why not it be the Fanpop Clan's StarClan? If you die in another Clan, you can join here as that cat and still have fun, but more benifits of just dying:
1. You can respawn your spirit in a newborn kit.
2. You can still hunt and blah blah blah...
3. No fighting here.
See? I think this club could be used for that reason.
Now, some bad parts are that:
1. There is no fighting
2. (I forgot the second one LOL)
(P.S. Plz join FaithClan, ElectricClan, or MintClan!)
1. You can respawn your spirit in a newborn kit.
2. You can still hunt and blah blah blah...
3. No fighting here.
See? I think this club could be used for that reason.
Now, some bad parts are that:
1. There is no fighting
2. (I forgot the second one LOL)
(P.S. Plz join FaithClan, ElectricClan, or MintClan!)