Post by Dewdrops On A Flower *~* on Jun 16, 2007 9:10:17 GMT -5
[glow=teal,2,300]Prolouge
Secrets are made to be revealed, they cannot keep you safe,
forever they will haunt you, one thing you cannot escape.
Secrets are deadly, the truth you cannot tell.
For fear of rejection, for fear of certain hell.
Danger is close, when secrets mix with lies.
They multiply, and take over your life.
But when you are a secret, noone else knows of you
You are alone and powerless till someone discovers you
But if that person never came, could you surely tell?
Would you give up wating and your image would you sell?
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Chapter 1
Daybreak
The kit shivered alone, its ebony pelt thin, its small frame frail. Bleak grey eyes stared into the pale orbs of its mother who whispered silenty one phrase that only in time would it understand. "You are a secret I wish I didnt have to keep, but Stormfur insists. You need a name, and it will be Neverkit. Goodbye sweet kit, may StarClan take you gently." and with that she slipped away. The kit opened its mouth to cry, but no sound came out, the small insignifant body small and unknown as daybreak lit the sky, all around it was sloping land that broke into water. The dark pine masking the milky scent, the ebony pelt and the quiet, silent plea of the kit.
The kit opened its eyes to see a brlliant pool of light, a next to it a silver she-cat, her sparkling blue eyes looked concerned. She came over to the kit. "You are my nephew. So why has my brother and Brook cast you away when you siblings, Dawnkit and Duskkit, are still in the nursery. Speak young kit." She purred
The kit opened it mouth to reply, but no sound came out, it tried but not a single squeak could it utter.
"You cannot speak. I see. They fear for your acceptance, they fear that you will not be allowed to be a true warrior and rather you come to us now than be heartbroken and hurt later. Wise. Neverkit, you still have a place down there. You will now be known as Neverwinter, and i will bless you the body and the power and skills of a true warrior, but i cannot grant you voice.
You will have 3 names for 3 different paths you may wish to take.
Neverwinter for the clans. Night where no moon shines for the Tribe, and if you wish to live the sad life of a kittypet, you will be known as Eclipse. May you be accepted kit." she meowed sadly, and placed a paw to his head. He became a large, lithe warrior with claws sharper than a falcons talons and instincts keener than a foxes. Yet he still had no voice.
"Goodbye Neverwinter, and may your path be lit by whatever ancestors you choose." And with that she and the pool faded away...[/glow]
[glow=teal,2,300]Secrets are made to be revealed, they cannot keep you safe,
forever they will haunt you, one thing you cannot escape.
Secrets are deadly, the truth you cannot tell.
For fear of rejection, for fear of certain hell.
Danger is close, when secrets mix with lies.
They multiply, and take over your life.
But when you are a secret, noone else knows of you
You are alone and powerless till someone discovers you
But if that person never came, could you surely tell?
Would you give up wating and your image would you sell?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 1
Daybreak
The kit shivered alone, its ebony pelt thin, its small frame frail. Bleak grey eyes stared into the pale orbs of its mother who whispered silenty one phrase that only in time would it understand. "You are a secret I wish I didnt have to keep, but Stormfur insists. You need a name, and it will be Neverkit. Goodbye sweet kit, may StarClan take you gently." and with that she slipped away. The kit opened its mouth to cry, but no sound came out, the small insignifant body small and unknown as daybreak lit the sky, all around it was sloping land that broke into water. The dark pine masking the milky scent, the ebony pelt and the quiet, silent plea of the kit.
The kit opened its eyes to see a brlliant pool of light, a next to it a silver she-cat, her sparkling blue eyes looked concerned. She came over to the kit. "You are my nephew. So why has my brother and Brook cast you away when you siblings, Dawnkit and Duskkit, are still in the nursery. Speak young kit." She purred
The kit opened it mouth to reply, but no sound came out, it tried but not a single squeak could it utter.
"You cannot speak. I see. They fear for your acceptance, they fear that you will not be allowed to be a true warrior and rather you come to us now than be heartbroken and hurt later. Wise. Neverkit, you still have a place down there. You will now be known as Neverwinter, and i will bless you the body and the power and skills of a true warrior, but i cannot grant you voice.
You will have 3 names for 3 different paths you may wish to take.
Neverwinter for the clans. Night where no moon shines for the Tribe, and if you wish to live the sad life of a kittypet, you will be known as Eclipse. May you be accepted kit." she meowed sadly, and placed a paw to his head. He became a large, lithe warrior with claws sharper than a falcons talons and instincts keener than a foxes. Yet he still had no voice.
"Goodbye Neverwinter, and may your path be lit by whatever ancestors you choose." And with that she and the pool faded away...[/glow]
Chapter 2
Frostbite
Neverwinter shivered, his midnight pelt still thin and his dull grey eyes still bleak. Noone would cast him a second glance, let alone a first one. The bitter frost of Leaf-Bare covering the world like a blanket of glass. The sun was not bright, barely breaking through the overcast clouds promising snow. As he glanced to the faraway shore he could make out a cat walking along its length, pausing at every bush. He figured it must be a Medicine cat looking for herbs.
He longed to return to the clans, but how would he explain from whence he came? He would never stoop so low as to be a kittypet. But he thought slowly, Brook was from the Tribe, and Stormfur had lived with them, if he said he was of Stormfur and Brooks lineage he was sure they would let him in. He new his lack of voice would be a problem, but it was his only hope.
He began his long trek, and carefully scrabbled along the fallen log to the mainland.
*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile...*~*~*~*~*
The old grey mud streaked tom sat alone, eyes staring into the pool, a picture formed and he stared at it for what seemed like hours, before nodding and padding out to the central cavern.
"Cats of the Tribe Of Rushing Water, The Tribe Of Endless Hunting Has Spoken!" His strange aceent echoed around the cave, and cats flooded into the passage from where he had just emerged. They huddled around the pool and looked expectantly and the old grey tom.
"A tom of no words is to arrive here, and he is to be known as Night Where No Moon Shines. He is form the clans, and his ancestors have granted him body of a Cave-Guard or Prey-Hunter from his one of a kit. Brook Where Small Fish Swim is his mother!"He yowled
A ripple of shock and quite mumrings filled the Cave Of Pointed Stones. But mews of shock turned to mews of acceptance and a old tired she-cat stepped forward "So I have a grandson?"
"Indeed, Peak Where Falcons Rest, you have 2 and a Granddaughter" The old cat replied
"Brook has done me proud" Peak purred with joy
"Stoneteller, why have The Tribe of Endless Hunting sent him?" somebody called
"Because a danger is coming which he alone must defeat. Soon there will be a Night Where No Moon Shines. It is called by the twolegs the lunar Eclipse. And when it comes, the black cloud of smog will choke the lands and darkness will again befall us. He must defeat it before it swallows the earth and heavens" Stoneteller meowed sadly
[/glow]Frostbite
Neverwinter shivered, his midnight pelt still thin and his dull grey eyes still bleak. Noone would cast him a second glance, let alone a first one. The bitter frost of Leaf-Bare covering the world like a blanket of glass. The sun was not bright, barely breaking through the overcast clouds promising snow. As he glanced to the faraway shore he could make out a cat walking along its length, pausing at every bush. He figured it must be a Medicine cat looking for herbs.
He longed to return to the clans, but how would he explain from whence he came? He would never stoop so low as to be a kittypet. But he thought slowly, Brook was from the Tribe, and Stormfur had lived with them, if he said he was of Stormfur and Brooks lineage he was sure they would let him in. He new his lack of voice would be a problem, but it was his only hope.
He began his long trek, and carefully scrabbled along the fallen log to the mainland.
*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile...*~*~*~*~*
The old grey mud streaked tom sat alone, eyes staring into the pool, a picture formed and he stared at it for what seemed like hours, before nodding and padding out to the central cavern.
"Cats of the Tribe Of Rushing Water, The Tribe Of Endless Hunting Has Spoken!" His strange aceent echoed around the cave, and cats flooded into the passage from where he had just emerged. They huddled around the pool and looked expectantly and the old grey tom.
"A tom of no words is to arrive here, and he is to be known as Night Where No Moon Shines. He is form the clans, and his ancestors have granted him body of a Cave-Guard or Prey-Hunter from his one of a kit. Brook Where Small Fish Swim is his mother!"He yowled
A ripple of shock and quite mumrings filled the Cave Of Pointed Stones. But mews of shock turned to mews of acceptance and a old tired she-cat stepped forward "So I have a grandson?"
"Indeed, Peak Where Falcons Rest, you have 2 and a Granddaughter" The old cat replied
"Brook has done me proud" Peak purred with joy
"Stoneteller, why have The Tribe of Endless Hunting sent him?" somebody called
"Because a danger is coming which he alone must defeat. Soon there will be a Night Where No Moon Shines. It is called by the twolegs the lunar Eclipse. And when it comes, the black cloud of smog will choke the lands and darkness will again befall us. He must defeat it before it swallows the earth and heavens" Stoneteller meowed sadly
