Post by purplekit on Jul 21, 2012 13:00:44 GMT -5
Chapter One
Purpleheart sighed heavily as she threw a pile of moss to the floor. Feisty anger flashed in her brown eyes. 'Curse you father!' she muttered to herself under her breath. 'An arranged mating! How could you do this to me... your only daughter! Have you no care for my own happiness?' She flopped over onto her soft mossy nest and glanced around at the empty warrior den. Tears began to flood her eyes and roll softly down her delicate cheeks. 'I cannot mate with another,' she said in a voice no louder than a whisper. 'I cannot, for my true love is Blackwing.'
Standing, Purpleheart walked solemnly to the entrance which led to Thunderclan camp. The sun was just setting for the night, casting a golden glow over the forest. But the beauty of the scene touched not Purpleheart's heart, for it was saddened by the news that had been given to her only hours before. She was to be mated to Eaglewind, who was a close personal friend of her father's. She had been given no say in this matter- it was arranged behind her back. And there was no turning away from it now. Tomorrow, she would leave for Riverclaan to meet her future mate. And the day following, they would be mate.
Purpleheart clawed at the ground until her claws were blunt, and she wept bitter tears. How could this be happening? All her life, she had been happy and carefree, and now this trouble... What had she done to deserve such a fate? Slowly, and with the blur of tears still in her vivid brown eyes, she paced about her bedroom. All she could think of now was Blackwing, and how the news would break his heart.
They had met two summers ago in Windcaln, when Purpleheart had gone to moon pool with the leader of Thunderclan, Braveheart. But when Purpleheart had strayed off the path to follow a sidden vision from starclan, she had become separated from her leader and hopelessly lost. Then out of nowhere a band of rouges had appeared to attack her. By some stroke of luck, a vision from starclan prepared her for this and she quickly unsheathed her claws. But though she managed to kill one of the foul creatures, she was soon outnumbered.
Then just as she though her life would be ended, a beautiful dream-like vision appeared before her. The deadly warrior who had come to her rescue, a handsome cat, quickly killed off the remaining two rouges with his fangs before rushing to Purpleheart's side.
It was love at first sight. The moment she looked into his sparkling green eyes, Purpleheart knew there would never be any other for her. 'My name is Blackwing,' he said in a voice soft as the greenleaf wind. Tenderly, he put a paw on her paw to make sure she was alright. 'Are you hurt, my lady?' he asked.
'No,' she replied. In truth there was a bad cut on her tail, but she didn't want to worry Blackwing. 'And my name is Purpleheart.'
'Purpleheart,' Blackwing repeated. He said the name as if savouring the sound of it on his tongue. 'That is a beautiful name, fit for so beautiful a warropr.'
Purpleheart blushed coyly. She could feel his eyes wandering over her body, from head to tail, as he took in the sight of her laying on the grass. In truth, she was beautiful. Unusually so, some said. Her father came from the line of dogs of Shadowclan, while her mother was born into the virtuous Windcaln. The blending of the two clans came together perfectly in Purpleheart, giving her an exotic look that few toms found they could resist. Large almond-shaped bright brown eyes were framed perfectly by shimmering waves of thick purple fur.
Suddenly, Purpleheart and Blackwing were interrupted by a wild cry that signified more rouges still lurked nearby. 'Come,' said Blackwing as he hurried Purpleheart to her paws. 'It is not safe to linger here. You must come with me, and hurry!' Taking Purpleheart's paw, he hastened away from the sound. Purpleheart did her best to keep up with him, but the pain in her tail was too great.
'My lady!' gasped Blackwing when he saw her lagging behind. 'You are injured!' Immediately he sat her down to examine the wound. Blood had already started to soak through her fur in an ugly red stain. 'I must tend to this wound now as best I can,' he said. 'We will find a healer later, but for now this cannot wait.' Without a second thought, he pulled some gorse from a nearby hedge and began tearing it into bandages for Purpleheart's tail.
With this makeshift bandage in place, Purpleheart and Blackwing were able to hurry on their way. The cries of rouges were ever-present behind them, but they ran swiftly. Soon, Purpleheart found herself in front of a small cave, which she guessed must belong to Blackwing’s clan. He held the moss door open as he stepped inside, beckoning for her to follow him. 'Come in,' he said. 'We will be much safer in here.'
Purpleheart took a deep breath as she stepped toward the moss door. Here she was, a young virgin warrior, about to be alone in a cave with someone she had just met. It was true he was the most handsome cat she had ever seen, and he had just saved her life, but were his true intentions that noble? And what would her family, especially her father, say once they found out where she had been? Purpleheart had half a mind to run back home right then, but as she heard the clamour of rouges drawing nearer once more, she realised she had no choice. She steeled her will and followed Blackwing into the cabin, shutting the moss door firmly behind her.
Purpleheart sighed heavily as she threw a pile of moss to the floor. Feisty anger flashed in her brown eyes. 'Curse you father!' she muttered to herself under her breath. 'An arranged mating! How could you do this to me... your only daughter! Have you no care for my own happiness?' She flopped over onto her soft mossy nest and glanced around at the empty warrior den. Tears began to flood her eyes and roll softly down her delicate cheeks. 'I cannot mate with another,' she said in a voice no louder than a whisper. 'I cannot, for my true love is Blackwing.'
Standing, Purpleheart walked solemnly to the entrance which led to Thunderclan camp. The sun was just setting for the night, casting a golden glow over the forest. But the beauty of the scene touched not Purpleheart's heart, for it was saddened by the news that had been given to her only hours before. She was to be mated to Eaglewind, who was a close personal friend of her father's. She had been given no say in this matter- it was arranged behind her back. And there was no turning away from it now. Tomorrow, she would leave for Riverclaan to meet her future mate. And the day following, they would be mate.
Purpleheart clawed at the ground until her claws were blunt, and she wept bitter tears. How could this be happening? All her life, she had been happy and carefree, and now this trouble... What had she done to deserve such a fate? Slowly, and with the blur of tears still in her vivid brown eyes, she paced about her bedroom. All she could think of now was Blackwing, and how the news would break his heart.
They had met two summers ago in Windcaln, when Purpleheart had gone to moon pool with the leader of Thunderclan, Braveheart. But when Purpleheart had strayed off the path to follow a sidden vision from starclan, she had become separated from her leader and hopelessly lost. Then out of nowhere a band of rouges had appeared to attack her. By some stroke of luck, a vision from starclan prepared her for this and she quickly unsheathed her claws. But though she managed to kill one of the foul creatures, she was soon outnumbered.
Then just as she though her life would be ended, a beautiful dream-like vision appeared before her. The deadly warrior who had come to her rescue, a handsome cat, quickly killed off the remaining two rouges with his fangs before rushing to Purpleheart's side.
It was love at first sight. The moment she looked into his sparkling green eyes, Purpleheart knew there would never be any other for her. 'My name is Blackwing,' he said in a voice soft as the greenleaf wind. Tenderly, he put a paw on her paw to make sure she was alright. 'Are you hurt, my lady?' he asked.
'No,' she replied. In truth there was a bad cut on her tail, but she didn't want to worry Blackwing. 'And my name is Purpleheart.'
'Purpleheart,' Blackwing repeated. He said the name as if savouring the sound of it on his tongue. 'That is a beautiful name, fit for so beautiful a warropr.'
Purpleheart blushed coyly. She could feel his eyes wandering over her body, from head to tail, as he took in the sight of her laying on the grass. In truth, she was beautiful. Unusually so, some said. Her father came from the line of dogs of Shadowclan, while her mother was born into the virtuous Windcaln. The blending of the two clans came together perfectly in Purpleheart, giving her an exotic look that few toms found they could resist. Large almond-shaped bright brown eyes were framed perfectly by shimmering waves of thick purple fur.
Suddenly, Purpleheart and Blackwing were interrupted by a wild cry that signified more rouges still lurked nearby. 'Come,' said Blackwing as he hurried Purpleheart to her paws. 'It is not safe to linger here. You must come with me, and hurry!' Taking Purpleheart's paw, he hastened away from the sound. Purpleheart did her best to keep up with him, but the pain in her tail was too great.
'My lady!' gasped Blackwing when he saw her lagging behind. 'You are injured!' Immediately he sat her down to examine the wound. Blood had already started to soak through her fur in an ugly red stain. 'I must tend to this wound now as best I can,' he said. 'We will find a healer later, but for now this cannot wait.' Without a second thought, he pulled some gorse from a nearby hedge and began tearing it into bandages for Purpleheart's tail.
With this makeshift bandage in place, Purpleheart and Blackwing were able to hurry on their way. The cries of rouges were ever-present behind them, but they ran swiftly. Soon, Purpleheart found herself in front of a small cave, which she guessed must belong to Blackwing’s clan. He held the moss door open as he stepped inside, beckoning for her to follow him. 'Come in,' he said. 'We will be much safer in here.'
Purpleheart took a deep breath as she stepped toward the moss door. Here she was, a young virgin warrior, about to be alone in a cave with someone she had just met. It was true he was the most handsome cat she had ever seen, and he had just saved her life, but were his true intentions that noble? And what would her family, especially her father, say once they found out where she had been? Purpleheart had half a mind to run back home right then, but as she heard the clamour of rouges drawing nearer once more, she realised she had no choice. She steeled her will and followed Blackwing into the cabin, shutting the moss door firmly behind her.
