The Prophecy ~ BIIIG PLOTTY

[Barrenpaw]

Barrenpaw had been excited ecstatic at Waspstar's news. He was an apprentice. In the right Clan now, too. He missed the thought of having parents, but he wasn't supposed to miss his. CreviceClan was good. When having a slightly-autistic cat for a leader, there was no real... strictness to it all. MountainClan were the ones being dumb about the stupid grudge of theirs, and it was going to get cats killed.

He sighed, turning onto his back, his spine digging painfully into the cold, hard floor. There were too many dumb, petty thoughts worming around inside his head. His kit-memories were weak and clouded, quickly dissipating. He couldn't sleep. And eventually, he just gave up.

He stood, and attempted to shake out the scraps of bone-dry, dirty moss and sharp little sticks out of his pelt, but the scraps thwarted him. Being the only apprentice, and not having any training yet, bedding was now his priority. He was only half looking forward to his training sessions with Waspstar. 

He flexed his claws and arched his sore back, hearing a satisfying crack, and he left the den. There was somewhere he wanted to go.

He headed out, hearing the soft click, click, click of his claws on the worn stone. He weaved himself around the narrow ledge, glad for the impeccable balance of a feline.

He heard the roar of water before he saw it. He turned a corner, and his yellow optics widened. It was beautiful. He'd seen it as a kit, when he'd been carried off by an owl, and had been meaning to explore it. And what better time than now.

It was a river that ran off the edge into the ravine. A spectacular, clear waterfall that crashed into the bottom of the ravine, never to be seen again. He could go under it, and he sat beneath the roaring water, the spray adorning his pelt with crystals of water. He stared up, the view of the stars warped by the running water that ran above him. But the silvery glisten shone through the waterfall and shined upon him, reflecting droplets that stood at the ends of his hair. He looked like a tiny white galaxy. A smile tugged at his lips at the thought

And then a wave of darkness hit him. Geez, he was tired all of a sudden. The cool droplets fell in his eyes, and he longed to drink the perfect water, but he was just too tired. Stars dazzled his eyes, and he closed them. He curled himself into a tight, white ball, wrapping his tail tightly around himself, and the darkness crashed down all at once.

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War. Blood. Pain. Grief. Power. Evil. Battle. Loss.

The nightmares were horrible. He never wanted to wake up more. But when he did, he wished he never woke up.

He opened his eyes, or at least, he thought he did, but all he saw was darkness. And the pain was unbearable. It was like the poisonous colour of his eyes had leaked out, and become acid, burning through his eyes and searing his brain. And all the while

Darkness

He opened his mouth and screamed. No words, just the sound of pure, unblemished agony

[Waspstar]

Waspstar was exploring the territory as usual, keeping himself entertained the best he could when he the blood curdling yowl. His ears pricked, freezing for a moment while he was processing who the cry could have came from. His eyes widened "Barrenpaw." He raced towards the source of the sound, heartbeat racing. He searched around, calling out his apprentices name "Barrenpaw! Where are you!" He sniffed the air, following his scent straight to the smaller cat.

[Barrenpaw]

Barrenpaw couldn't reply. He had run out of air to continue screaming. He keeled over, trying to force cold, painful air down his throat. But he couldn't. He dug his claws into his forehead, trying to tear his eyes out of his head. The pain of his claws was a pinprick compared to his agony.

The warm, scarlet drops ran down his forehead, over his eyelids, down his face, staining red streaks in his usually flawless white pelt. He dug his claws into his short muzzle, the pain new pain clearing his head slightly. He could barely suck in breath.

" Here "

[Moonleaf]

The scream pierced Moonleaf's heart. It sounded like a young apprentice, and, being a queen, she felt like she needed to go. Scenting Waspstar, she pelted down and landed in the middle of the ravine. The scent of blood reached her nose, making her sprint toward the apprentice. She crouched down next to him, closing her eyes and sighing. She began to groom the cuts. "What happened, dear?" She asked, not bearing to look at Barrenpaw's face.

[Barrenpaw]

Barrenpaw flattened his long, soft ears to his skull. He groaned. He would've answered, if he could have. Barrenpaw could hardly hear the queen, his ears felt stuffed with cotton buds, his mind clouded. He made a wheezing sort of noise, a soft, hoarse scream of desperation. And he couldn't see a thing.

His pain was easing, but it felt too good to be true. He could feel the sting to the rasping tongue cleaning his wounds. Scratches? Where did they come from?

And then the world came crashing down on top of him. He finally found his voice, and screamed. He was glad his ears felt clogged with wool, or the sound would have hurt his eardrums. He bent over, his legs giving out completely. His claws dug deeper, and the pain forced his eyelids closed.

Make it stop

[Waspstar]

Waspstar bent down towards the kit, heart still racing. Barrenkit looked just...awful. It was that certain kind of terrible too, like the look someone had after being in a terrible accidnet or not sleeping for about a week. "Sweet Auroras, you look just..awful..." His mentor sympathetically meowed out. He didn't really know what to do in a situation like this, as usual. He let out a short, shaken sigh. "Alright." He said, looking up from the apprentice to Moonleaf. "We need to get him to Paintedsky, maybe she'll know what to do."

[Barrenpaw]

Barrenpaw hissed air out between his teeth, the tip of his tongue protruding between his pearly whites. His breath was trapped in his tensed lungs. Breathing was so hard with the agony pulsing around in his veins, but the pounding in the back of his head told him otherwise. He wanted to open his eyes, and see the world, and see the worried expression on Waspstar's face and take a glimpse at the beautiful, breathtaking waterfall that he could still hear rushing overhead. But the searing pain that felt like acid eating through his irises kept his eyes squeezed shut.

If he struggled to breathe, he doubted he could walk with the squeezing, constricting pain around his torso. The pain was paralysing. He tried hearing Waspstar's warped, muffled words, but he had to give up. He whimpered. It was a sad, desperate little noise. Something that said just help me

[Moonleaf]

"Right, right." Moonleaf muttered, picking up Barrenpaw by the scruff. She held him gently, praying to AuroraClan that he'd be alright. "What... do... we do? I don't want him to die!" She said through Barrenpaw's fur, slightly panicking.

[Waspstar]

"Believe me, I'm not letting this kit die. He is my apprentice after all, he's destined for greatness." Waspstar began to make his way back up, but stopped and turned to moonleaf when he was only a few tail lengths away. "C'mon! Lets hurry and get back to camp if you wanna save him!" He flicked his tail and booked it all the way back to Paintedsky's den. Out of breath, he burst into the medicine cats den. "Paintedsky..." He took a minute to swallow and catch his breath. "Barrenpaw...needs help."

[Barrenpaw]

(I didn't really need to post, but I will anyway.

I'll make a thread in the a Medicine Cats Den)

Barrenpaw felt his weight lift, feel with hind paws leave the ground. He was still small. Too small. He barely looked half-way through kit-hood. He was small and weak and delicate. Meak in Moonleaf's jaws. He felt the blood starting to rush from his head, felt the tips of his long, soft ears beat like a little heartbeat as they lacked blood. He curled into a fetal ball in the air. He panted, knawing at his bottom lip until he bit all the way through. And all the while there was fire in his eye sockets. He wouldn't dare opening them.