Post by NeverMore on Jan 3, 2012 19:58:58 GMT -5
Chapter 1: The Princess of Earth and the King of Nothing
Brightpaw fought back a laugh as her larger and much tougher sister snarled for the fourth time that morning at a squirrel that had escaped her once more. The high sun was dotting the forest floor of RiverClan with strong shafts of light and if you looked carefully enough you could see white particles of dust floating through the air. At this time of day bugs were buzzing around with purpose and birds were swooping through the air in search of an easy meal, all creatures kept a wary eye upon the two young cats in a clearing away from the prying eyes of their clan. One of these cats, Brightpaw, was sitting to the side of the clearing allowing room for her sister to practice a fighting move they had learned yesterday.
Birdpaw let out another frustrated hiss as her paws slipped and sent the she cat crashing to the grass ground. Brightpaw winced in sympathy and was about to suggest they went to go get a senior warrior to help them when Birdpaw struggled to her paws once more and settled into an attack stance. Brightpaw sighed sadly as she watched helplessly as her sister continued to get herself hurt trying to master a move. And guess who's fault this is. She thought bitterly. The two she cat wouldn't be in this situation if their father hadn't made an off handed comment about Birdpaw's inability to get a fighting move right. Birdpaw had looked like her world had come crashing down when she heard the comment and was so distracted that Grasspaw managed to pin her to the ground.
Brightpaw lashed her tail as Birdpaw went crashing to the ground once more, this time with tears of frustration in her eyes. A mewl of sympathy left Brightpaw's throat as she leaped to her paws and rushed to her sister's side.
"Birdpaw? Are you alright? Do I need to go get Fallingfeather for help?" She asked laying a paw on the long haired cat's shoulder. Birdpaw let out a hiss of frustration and batted Brightpaw's paw off her shoulder.
"I don't need help! Especially not yours!" Spat the dark furred she cat. Birdpaw pushed herself onto her shaky set of paws and started to stalk away from Brightpaw.
"Come on Birdpaw! Even I need help sometimes!" Brightpaw called after her sister desperately. Her light jolted with hope when Birdpaw paused at the edge of the clearing but quickly fell with the looks she sent her.
You're kidding right? You're father's favourite! You can't do anything wrong." Birdpaw spat bitterly before she bounded into the bush and out of sight.
It was twilight when Brightpaw gave up looking for her upset sister and reluctantly turned her paws towards RiverClan camp. The usual feeling of dread and reluctance grew as she got closer to cap. Brightpaw was a good apprentice and an even better daughter. Despite her lack of affinity for fighting her father looked down at his daughter with proud eyes, always seeing her as his precious daughter. Throughout her life, Hazestorm kept his daughter confined to camp or the area of forest just around camp. She was never allowed to got to battle or even patrol borders because she was too "delicate" and "precious". Brightpaw snorted, purposefully dragging her paws in the dirt and batted at a stone with her paw. It wasn't just her father but all of the clan. They always called Brightpaw the delicate flower of RiverClan. Sure she was pretty, or rather beautiful to copy their words, but she could fight as well as any other apprentice.
Brightpaw barely noticed when she trotted into camp, ignoring the cats around her and headed straight for the apprentice den intent on getting some sleep. She was stopped unexpectedly when the large form of Hazestorm barred Brightpaw from entering the den. Brightpaw scowled for a moment before smoothing her features having long since learned such expressions were unfitting of a she cat.
"Brightpaw," The large tom said in his usual booming voice. His dark brown eyes were trained on his kit showing little concern but a lot of irritation. This is not going to end well. She thought hesitantly as she stepped back from the tom. "There you are. I thought I told you to be back before the sun started to set, you should know this by now."
Brightpaw lowered her tail and ears in submission, clearly remembering a rule that had been in place since she first became and apprentice. She simply turned her eyes away from the intense burn of her father's, not uttering a word in defense. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Willowpaw, Novapaw and Grasspaw hovering around Beesting, clearly trying to avoid Hazestorm's wrath. She felt a sharp sting of betrayal as all of them carefully avoided her pleading gaze.
"What, no cheek?" Hazestorm asked coldly, never once turning his eyes away from his kit.
Brightpaw twitched her whiskers at his voice and raised her head, a sudden burn of humiliation running through her pelt. She looked Hazestorm right in the eyes and didn't bother hiding the rising hairs along her back. "Cheek." She spat sarcastically.
Hazestorm moved too quickly for her to react. The tom lashed out a paw, hitting the she cat right across her face and sending her to the around with a powerful force. "You will obey me." Was all the powerful warrior hissed before stalking away to Rueflower.
Brightpaw pushed herself to her paws slowly, not looking at any of the suddenly quiet cats in the clearing. Gathering the remains of her dignity she walked into the empty apprentice den and flopped into her nest. Just outside her den she could see a sliver of the darkening sky and the first few stars in the sky. Tomorrow, she thought determinedly. Tomorrow will be my warrior ceremony and I will show them all.
Brightpaw fought back a laugh as her larger and much tougher sister snarled for the fourth time that morning at a squirrel that had escaped her once more. The high sun was dotting the forest floor of RiverClan with strong shafts of light and if you looked carefully enough you could see white particles of dust floating through the air. At this time of day bugs were buzzing around with purpose and birds were swooping through the air in search of an easy meal, all creatures kept a wary eye upon the two young cats in a clearing away from the prying eyes of their clan. One of these cats, Brightpaw, was sitting to the side of the clearing allowing room for her sister to practice a fighting move they had learned yesterday.
Birdpaw let out another frustrated hiss as her paws slipped and sent the she cat crashing to the grass ground. Brightpaw winced in sympathy and was about to suggest they went to go get a senior warrior to help them when Birdpaw struggled to her paws once more and settled into an attack stance. Brightpaw sighed sadly as she watched helplessly as her sister continued to get herself hurt trying to master a move. And guess who's fault this is. She thought bitterly. The two she cat wouldn't be in this situation if their father hadn't made an off handed comment about Birdpaw's inability to get a fighting move right. Birdpaw had looked like her world had come crashing down when she heard the comment and was so distracted that Grasspaw managed to pin her to the ground.
Brightpaw lashed her tail as Birdpaw went crashing to the ground once more, this time with tears of frustration in her eyes. A mewl of sympathy left Brightpaw's throat as she leaped to her paws and rushed to her sister's side.
"Birdpaw? Are you alright? Do I need to go get Fallingfeather for help?" She asked laying a paw on the long haired cat's shoulder. Birdpaw let out a hiss of frustration and batted Brightpaw's paw off her shoulder.
"I don't need help! Especially not yours!" Spat the dark furred she cat. Birdpaw pushed herself onto her shaky set of paws and started to stalk away from Brightpaw.
"Come on Birdpaw! Even I need help sometimes!" Brightpaw called after her sister desperately. Her light jolted with hope when Birdpaw paused at the edge of the clearing but quickly fell with the looks she sent her.
You're kidding right? You're father's favourite! You can't do anything wrong." Birdpaw spat bitterly before she bounded into the bush and out of sight.
It was twilight when Brightpaw gave up looking for her upset sister and reluctantly turned her paws towards RiverClan camp. The usual feeling of dread and reluctance grew as she got closer to cap. Brightpaw was a good apprentice and an even better daughter. Despite her lack of affinity for fighting her father looked down at his daughter with proud eyes, always seeing her as his precious daughter. Throughout her life, Hazestorm kept his daughter confined to camp or the area of forest just around camp. She was never allowed to got to battle or even patrol borders because she was too "delicate" and "precious". Brightpaw snorted, purposefully dragging her paws in the dirt and batted at a stone with her paw. It wasn't just her father but all of the clan. They always called Brightpaw the delicate flower of RiverClan. Sure she was pretty, or rather beautiful to copy their words, but she could fight as well as any other apprentice.
Brightpaw barely noticed when she trotted into camp, ignoring the cats around her and headed straight for the apprentice den intent on getting some sleep. She was stopped unexpectedly when the large form of Hazestorm barred Brightpaw from entering the den. Brightpaw scowled for a moment before smoothing her features having long since learned such expressions were unfitting of a she cat.
"Brightpaw," The large tom said in his usual booming voice. His dark brown eyes were trained on his kit showing little concern but a lot of irritation. This is not going to end well. She thought hesitantly as she stepped back from the tom. "There you are. I thought I told you to be back before the sun started to set, you should know this by now."
Brightpaw lowered her tail and ears in submission, clearly remembering a rule that had been in place since she first became and apprentice. She simply turned her eyes away from the intense burn of her father's, not uttering a word in defense. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Willowpaw, Novapaw and Grasspaw hovering around Beesting, clearly trying to avoid Hazestorm's wrath. She felt a sharp sting of betrayal as all of them carefully avoided her pleading gaze.
"What, no cheek?" Hazestorm asked coldly, never once turning his eyes away from his kit.
Brightpaw twitched her whiskers at his voice and raised her head, a sudden burn of humiliation running through her pelt. She looked Hazestorm right in the eyes and didn't bother hiding the rising hairs along her back. "Cheek." She spat sarcastically.
Hazestorm moved too quickly for her to react. The tom lashed out a paw, hitting the she cat right across her face and sending her to the around with a powerful force. "You will obey me." Was all the powerful warrior hissed before stalking away to Rueflower.
Brightpaw pushed herself to her paws slowly, not looking at any of the suddenly quiet cats in the clearing. Gathering the remains of her dignity she walked into the empty apprentice den and flopped into her nest. Just outside her den she could see a sliver of the darkening sky and the first few stars in the sky. Tomorrow, she thought determinedly. Tomorrow will be my warrior ceremony and I will show them all.
Word Count: 998
Tags: Brightivy, Backstory, So much muse,
Song: Its my Life- Bon Jovi
Notes: So much muse I don't know what to do with it all so here goes a little mini series to keep me occupied! If you don't recognize Brightivy, she's the mother of Prowl, Northernlight and Freezingwind. All of their back stories revolved around her so I thought I'd expand on her character and background to help everyone understand her and why she did what she did.