Post by [[...Silentnight...]] on Mar 25, 2008 7:35:11 GMT -8
This is only to be read be Goldenpaw...
You, Goldenpaw, open your eyes and look around. You are standing in a forest. The forest is dark. Red, sticky, fresh blood is dripping from the trees. You turn around and there is a cat covered in blood. It is a cat made of mist. It looks at you, eyes blood-shot.
The Forest Of Blood!
The days turn into complete darkness.
No one is safe while one clan thrives.
They battle it out in the forest of blood.
Cats within clans become restless with eachother.
Who can any cat turn to?
Four cats will rise above all others.
Two sisters and two brothers.
Seperated at birth, they must find each other.
They will bring balance to the forest once more.
As long as they are not swayed to the Forest of Blood.
Tempers will rise.
Battles will never end.
Clans will turn against each other.
Who will Win?
Who will Lose?
It is up to the Chosen Ones!
It’s voice booms over the forest. The strange cat disappears and is replaces shortly by four cats of the same misty stuff. Suddenly, you can hear yowls from a battle behind you, around you. You turn around again, but there are no cats. As you look back at the four cats, they are slowly rising and the yowling, battling cats are below them. They drift apart and for a while all you can do is stand there watching. Then the four drift together and the yowling and battling slowly die away. The blood on the trees slowly disappear.
You close your eyes
Your eyes open again and you are standing on a hill, over looking the thunderclan territory. As you look around, a beautiful fluffy white cat appears in the braches of a nearby tree. She jumps down next to you. Hello, young Goldenpaw. It is a pleasure to meet you. her voice is comforting and makes you feel safe. Her clear, misty blue eyes watch you for a second, as if trying to tell if your good enough. Then, with another slight pause, she meows. I am Silentnight, I was the Thunderclan medicine cat a few long moons ago. You can feel Silentnight’s eyes on you again, but this time they are filled with warmth. She expects you to talk.
You, Goldenpaw, open your eyes and look around. You are standing in a forest. The forest is dark. Red, sticky, fresh blood is dripping from the trees. You turn around and there is a cat covered in blood. It is a cat made of mist. It looks at you, eyes blood-shot.
The Forest Of Blood!
The days turn into complete darkness.
No one is safe while one clan thrives.
They battle it out in the forest of blood.
Cats within clans become restless with eachother.
Who can any cat turn to?
Four cats will rise above all others.
Two sisters and two brothers.
Seperated at birth, they must find each other.
They will bring balance to the forest once more.
As long as they are not swayed to the Forest of Blood.
Tempers will rise.
Battles will never end.
Clans will turn against each other.
Who will Win?
Who will Lose?
It is up to the Chosen Ones!
It’s voice booms over the forest. The strange cat disappears and is replaces shortly by four cats of the same misty stuff. Suddenly, you can hear yowls from a battle behind you, around you. You turn around again, but there are no cats. As you look back at the four cats, they are slowly rising and the yowling, battling cats are below them. They drift apart and for a while all you can do is stand there watching. Then the four drift together and the yowling and battling slowly die away. The blood on the trees slowly disappear.
You close your eyes
Your eyes open again and you are standing on a hill, over looking the thunderclan territory. As you look around, a beautiful fluffy white cat appears in the braches of a nearby tree. She jumps down next to you. Hello, young Goldenpaw. It is a pleasure to meet you. her voice is comforting and makes you feel safe. Her clear, misty blue eyes watch you for a second, as if trying to tell if your good enough. Then, with another slight pause, she meows. I am Silentnight, I was the Thunderclan medicine cat a few long moons ago. You can feel Silentnight’s eyes on you again, but this time they are filled with warmth. She expects you to talk.