Post by 86 on May 14, 2018 19:28:58 GMT -5
Pikestar's dream is a warriors fanfic built off of Wildflight's Aventures in BayClan games on scratch.mit.edu. Credit goes to her for creating BayClan and Starshine, the two things mentioned in this fanfic.
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Pikestar's blue eyes jolted awake to a unfamiliar area surrounding him. He stood up from where he lay, looking from the left, to the right. He appeared to be on some piece of land in the middle of the ocean, with no visible way of reaching land. Where am I? he thought to himself. Wherever this was, it had to be somewhere around BayClan, right? The ocean was there, so surely it had to be?
Suddenly, he jerked his head to the right when he heard a noise beside him. With a deafening crash, a large tree fell to the ground in front of him, creating what looked like a bridge across the ocean. Pikestar leapt towards it, and then climbed onto it. Hope flared in his chest. Maybe he could escape this island! He ran along the tree bridge, but as he did, he notice that the tree's trunk was getting thinner and thinner, and the tree bounced more and more with his weight.
He stopped running, and looked down. The ocean's waves lapped at the trunk's sides, as if it were trying to swallow it whole. Pikestar wasn't going to give up just because the trunk was getting thinner, though. He began to walk very slowly, carefully balancing himself as it continued to thin out. Eventually, the trunk was smaller than his paws. This is getting dangerous. Maybe I should test to see if it'll still hold me beyond this point.
Pikestar carefully reached out to the tree trunk's area in front of him. As he gingerly pressed down on the trunk, a loud snap rang in his ears. In an instant, the large, grey cat plummeted down into the water, and the tree trunk behind him followed close behind.
Pikestar opened his eyes to get an idea of which way to swim, but couldn't see beyond his muzzle. He tilted his head in what he thought was upwards, and began to swim in that direction, holding his breath. However, it seemed as if he couldn't rise, as if something was pulling him down by force. He looked down, but nothing was grabbing hold of him to try and drag him down. But why was he sinking?
Soon enough, the leader's lungs began to ache as they were deprived of air, and bubbles began to seep out of the grey-furred tom's mouth. He swam with all his strength, pushing against the water with strong paws. But they weren't strong enough, and he kept sinking, sinking, sinking. Down, down, down. Further, and further away from the surface. Further and further away from air, from a life-sustaining source, from safety.
The waves began to toss and turn him around, disturbing his efforts to move upwards. As he went further and further down into the ocean, and as the waves became more and more vicious, he hit his head against a rock on the ocean floor. His vision swirled, his body was tossed and turned as if he were a piece of prey in a cat's mouth, being shook to death.
Pikestar was almost about to slip into unconsciousness and the last few bubbles flew out of his mouth, and his body began to grow limp, too tired to fight anymore. When suddenly, he heard somebody speak to him in a deep, booming voice.
Beware those who would wish to overthrow you, who would wish to throw you to the ground as if you were nothing. Who would with to drag you all the way to the bottom, who would wish to leave you no chance to fight back. Who would wish to wipe you off the face of the Earth. Beware of those who would wish to trick you, to lure you into a false sense of security. Beware of those who you think you can trust. Beware, beware, beware.
Pikestar woke up when the voice was done speaking. His fur was cold, and he could still taste the water in his mouth. His breathing was fast and shallow, as if he had really been deprived of air, as in his dream. His blue eyes were wide, and were glazed with exhaustion.
He looked out to the area outside his den. BayClan's camp. He turned his gaze back to the den floor, and pondered the strange message. What could it mean? Who was it referring to, if anyone? Was it a prophecy, a warning, or simply a piece of advice from StarShine?
Pikestar's breathing slowed, and he began to regain control. He took a deep breath, and spoke to himself.
"Whatever this means, I'll be prepared for it."
This was Pikestar's promise to himself...
...but will he be able to keep it?
Suddenly, he jerked his head to the right when he heard a noise beside him. With a deafening crash, a large tree fell to the ground in front of him, creating what looked like a bridge across the ocean. Pikestar leapt towards it, and then climbed onto it. Hope flared in his chest. Maybe he could escape this island! He ran along the tree bridge, but as he did, he notice that the tree's trunk was getting thinner and thinner, and the tree bounced more and more with his weight.
He stopped running, and looked down. The ocean's waves lapped at the trunk's sides, as if it were trying to swallow it whole. Pikestar wasn't going to give up just because the trunk was getting thinner, though. He began to walk very slowly, carefully balancing himself as it continued to thin out. Eventually, the trunk was smaller than his paws. This is getting dangerous. Maybe I should test to see if it'll still hold me beyond this point.
Pikestar carefully reached out to the tree trunk's area in front of him. As he gingerly pressed down on the trunk, a loud snap rang in his ears. In an instant, the large, grey cat plummeted down into the water, and the tree trunk behind him followed close behind.
Pikestar opened his eyes to get an idea of which way to swim, but couldn't see beyond his muzzle. He tilted his head in what he thought was upwards, and began to swim in that direction, holding his breath. However, it seemed as if he couldn't rise, as if something was pulling him down by force. He looked down, but nothing was grabbing hold of him to try and drag him down. But why was he sinking?
Soon enough, the leader's lungs began to ache as they were deprived of air, and bubbles began to seep out of the grey-furred tom's mouth. He swam with all his strength, pushing against the water with strong paws. But they weren't strong enough, and he kept sinking, sinking, sinking. Down, down, down. Further, and further away from the surface. Further and further away from air, from a life-sustaining source, from safety.
The waves began to toss and turn him around, disturbing his efforts to move upwards. As he went further and further down into the ocean, and as the waves became more and more vicious, he hit his head against a rock on the ocean floor. His vision swirled, his body was tossed and turned as if he were a piece of prey in a cat's mouth, being shook to death.
Pikestar was almost about to slip into unconsciousness and the last few bubbles flew out of his mouth, and his body began to grow limp, too tired to fight anymore. When suddenly, he heard somebody speak to him in a deep, booming voice.
Beware those who would wish to overthrow you, who would wish to throw you to the ground as if you were nothing. Who would with to drag you all the way to the bottom, who would wish to leave you no chance to fight back. Who would wish to wipe you off the face of the Earth. Beware of those who would wish to trick you, to lure you into a false sense of security. Beware of those who you think you can trust. Beware, beware, beware.
Pikestar woke up when the voice was done speaking. His fur was cold, and he could still taste the water in his mouth. His breathing was fast and shallow, as if he had really been deprived of air, as in his dream. His blue eyes were wide, and were glazed with exhaustion.
He looked out to the area outside his den. BayClan's camp. He turned his gaze back to the den floor, and pondered the strange message. What could it mean? Who was it referring to, if anyone? Was it a prophecy, a warning, or simply a piece of advice from StarShine?
Pikestar's breathing slowed, and he began to regain control. He took a deep breath, and spoke to himself.
"Whatever this means, I'll be prepared for it."
This was Pikestar's promise to himself...
...but will he be able to keep it?
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Hi! If you liked that story, please let me know! It would mean a lot to me as a learning author! Also, if you have any criticism, please tell it to me! I enjoy and greatly appreciate critique!