First Step {Blackmoon}

[{Otter}]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true] Silence stretched across the open moors as dusk began to close upon the land. A brilliant sunset splattered the sky with gold and violet, lighting up the few scattered clouds and bathing the grass below in its glow. Such was her stress and unease that Vixenfang had a difficult time enjoying the first real sunset she had seen as WindClan leader. The night before had not counted, as she had started off the day in ThunderClan. No, today she had woken up a WindClanner, and tonight she would go to sleep a fully-named leader. She hoped. Confidence was not high on her personality list, and false hopes certainly wasn't. Vixenfang knew she wasn't much of a leader yet, and she knew it would take quite awhile to become the leader WindClan needed. She could only hope StarClan would be patient with her as she figured this job out. Flat moorlands became rocky hills as they came closer to the highstones. A shiver ran down Vixenfang's pelt as they approached the tall, towering mountains. In the distance she could already see the gaping entrance of Mothermouth. Dark, looming, foreboding. She had entered once before, only half a moon ago, when she had traveled here with Viperfang. Then her journey had been one of desperation--she had to seek StarClan's approval to build WindClan. But now that WindClan was built...well, her travel was one of duty, not desperation. Not eagerness. Both fear and excitement welled up within her as she realized she would be facing the ancient ancestors of WindClan. Tallstar, the last WindClan leader. Maybe even her father. What would she tell him? She hadn't even killed the fox yet. She had not found the fox that had taken his life. Would he be disappointed? It was with great anxiety that Vixenfang breasted the last hill and came to a stop at the Mothermouth. She sat down to rest, panting slightly out of nervousness. Her belly rumbled hungrily, but she simply flicked an ear at it in response. Hunger was the least of her worries now. Amber eyes glanced over to the black cat beside her, and she mewed, "I guess this is it. We'll find out if we were truly chosen for this." Throughout the whole journey, they had said very little. Vixenfang found it hard to walk beside a former ShadowClanner, and the fact that he was to be WindClan's medicine cat did little to help that. Even so, standing before the dark entrance now, a small feeling of camaraderie drowned out Vixenfang's prejudices. Neither she nor Blackmoon were necessarily ready for this. He had never even trained as a medicine cat apprentice, and she had not expected to become leader for many, many moons. They were both on unfamiliar ground here. Maybe, just maybe, that would loosen the restrictions between them. WindClan needed a united leadership, not two uneasy cats. Word Count;; 524 Audience;; Blackmoon Muse;; kinda boring Notes;; I'll probably do the lives one or two at a time. Might skip through a few ^.^

[Willow]

Blackmoon padded silently beside his new leader. His paws made hardly any sound as their pads hit the grassy moorland and he made no move to speak. Instead, he stared straight ahead at the looming mountains of Highstones. He had been to the cavern only once before, when he was a young apprentice. He hardly remembered the incident because it had been so many moons ago. All he remembered was the shining white light and the faint whisperings he could hear in the cavern. Apparently those weren’t normally heard as he had learned later from his leader. That was the first indication to old Russetstar that Blackmoon might be a bit more than earthly. After hearing of the murmuring voices, the other cats of the Clans shied away from him and he grew up alone. The moon shape on his flank became more noticeable and only the elders would have anything to do with the young cat.

Now Blackmoon knew that such suspicions had not been false. All his life he had thought the cats were insane for thinking he was some blessed cat, but then this had happened. All of this showed that he wasn’t ordinary. No ordinary cat could speak to StarClan warriors at will. He was still trying to get used to the idea that he was indeed a special, powerful cat. Yet, there were still unanswered questions. Was he a StarClan cat? Or was he the spirit of a past warrior in the body or another? Tallstar and Bluefeather refused to answer those questions, saying he would find out in time. Well, he wanted to know now.

He let out a soft sigh and looked at the cloudless heavens. Tonight, Vixenfang would become Vixenstar and earn her nine lives. But what would he do? There was hardly much he needed to say to StarClan. Perhaps they would disclose more about his origins tonight, but the black tom highly doubted it. No, they’d just evade his questions as always. Silver eyes looked at the uncomfortable she-cat. She was obviously uncertain about this meeting and doubting the outcome. Soon, she voiced these thoughts in the first words exchanged the entire walk.

“I guess this is it. We'll find out if we were truly chosen for this.”

“Do not worry, Vixenfang, we were chosen. You will receive your nine lives tonight, there is no doubt,” he responded calmly and steadily in his typical low, quiet voice. He knew from his talks with Tallstar that he and Vixenfang were chosen for this and that they were fully prepared for the leader ceremony tonight. Blackmoon gave her a very small yet encouraging smile as they reached the dark, gaping entrance of Mothermouth.

“Tonight, I only hope for answers. I know we shall be blessed by StarClan so I need not hope for it,” he added softly with silver-moon eyes staring into the darkness ahead.



WORDS: 495
AUDIENCE: Vixenfang
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