Hello everyone. Sparrow here, with a new series: When Worlds Collide. Here's the full summary for it-
Summary: The Dark Forest is growing stronger. The StarClan cats know it's time to fight back in a war that will determine the fate of the four Clans below. A patrol of StarClan cats are sent to spy on their enemies, but on their way to their destination they discover a portal...to another world! Now they're stuck in a world where the impossible can become possible, where the imaginary can become real. Chased by strange mutilated creatures, the cats know they must escape - but how can they, when escaping means working together with the enemy: two Dark Forest stragglers who have also ended up in the same world?
I'm sorry if the summary is confusing. Read on to discover more about the story. I've just gotten over my two-month writers' block, so the prologue might be a little rusty. ^^ Please review; Constructive Criticism is welcomed as long as it is done in a polite and mature way. I hope you enjoy.
When Worlds Collide
The silence of the night was deafening in its stillness. It was as though every creature was holding its breath, waiting for something big to happen. Tension crackled statically in the air, making every cat's fur stand on end. No one smiled, no one laughed; indeed, the night was a dull, serious one for the StarClan cats. Not even the beautiful stars and the full moon which shone above in the sky could lighten the dreary mood that hung like a curtain over the Clan.
Two cats were conversing in hushed tones. The first one, a sleek grey tabby with starlight in her beautiful fur, murmured, "I wonder if the Dark Forest will launch an attack tonight."
The second one snorted. "They'd be fools to try to. Besides, I don't think it's us they're targeting. I think it's the world below."
"All four Clans…do you think they will have the courage to stick together when…you know…"
The grey tabby looked grave. "They must, Whitesong. They must. For if the Clans break apart StarClan will also cease to exist."
Whitesong shuddered. "We can't let that happen, Greyshadow. It must not happen. The Clans have lived for generations. They can't be destroyed."
"But maybe they won't be destroyed," Greyshadow murmured, a shadow crossing her countenance.
"What do you mean?"
"The Dark Forest cats aren't fools. They know if the Clans are scattered, then they too will cease to exist. Just because we're dead doesn't mean we can't die."
Whitesong looked, confused, at Greyshadow.
"No," the grey tabby whispered. "I think what the Dark Forest are thinking is this: they want to rule the Clans."
"You think so? That sounds pretty simple," Whitesong muttered.
"It is. But sometimes the simplest of plans can be the most effective. Don't you agree?"
At that exact moment there was a yowl. The two cats spun around, eyes wide, expecting an attack from the enemy. But they only saw Dawnmist, a former medicine cat, shivering madly and staring directly at a nearby bush.
Greyshadow was the first to rush over to Dawnmist. "There, there," she soothed, licking the cat's ear in a comforting gesture. "What's wrong? What happened?" She wanted to stop bombarding the medicine cat with questions, but she was curious as to what made the she-cat scream like that. After a few minutes more cats joined Greyshadow in comforting Dawnmist, until the medicine cat eventually stopped shivering and started to speak.
"Where's…where's Streamsong," she croaked, naming another medicine cat whom she was friends with.
Streamsong pushed her way past the other cats and gave Dawnmist's head a gentle lick. "Calm down," she purred. "Are you okay?"
Dawnmist managed a week nod. "Eyes," she whispered, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
"What did she say?" one cat yowled from the back of the crowd.
"Eyes," Dawnmist said again.
"Eyes?" Greyshadow growled, baffled. "What does she mean by eyes?"
"Alright, everyone, nothing to see here," Streamsong meowed. "Back away. She's in a state of shock. I'm sure she'll tell us what she saw when she's fully recovered.
There were mutters of impatience and anger as the cats dispersed. One tabby mumbled, "I wonder if she saw a Dark Forest cat – or smelled one. The smell on those mangy flea-scratchers is enough to make a cat faint." Another chuckled at the joke.
Streamsong remained by her friend, worriedly racking her mind for a suitable explanation for Dawnmist's outburst. Dawnmist had been her friend when she was alive; she had been a medicine cat of ThunderClan, while Streamsong had been a medicine cat of RiverClan. The two had forged a friendship on the first night they met; after that they became the best of friends, often even meeting at the borders to swap ideas on herbs and different remedies. Streamsong smiled at these happy memories. Dawnmist and Streamsong died on the same night they retired from their medicinal duties; it was quite a strange coincidence.
Streamsong often watched the living Clans go about their daily duties. Everything below seemed peaceful enough; sure there were border skirmishes and petty arguments about territory, but that was a natural part of life for the Clan cats.
But it seemed the peace was about to be shattered. The Dark Forest were gathering more and more followers by the minute. She knew instinctively that a war was about to break – and it scared her to know that the dead could be killed. Only a few cats knew this; Whitesong and Greyshadow – two of the oldest cats in StarClan, Wildstar, Silentstar, and Snowfall, another medicine cat. It was better to keep it a secret, though Streamsong knew that if a war was started then it wouldn't be long until other cats found out too.
Streamsong was snapped from her thoughts; Wildstar, former leader of WindClan, was padding towards her. The medicine cat inclined her head slightly. She didn't feel like talking to the impatient and often snappy leader.
"How is she?" she asked, flicking her tail in Dawnmist's direction. Her tone was short and curt, as if she wanted a quick answer rather than a long and detailed explanation.
"She's fine," was all Streamsong said. She didn't really like Wildstar.
The she-cat was silent for a moment, before meowing, "Streamsong, what happened? Was it a Dark Forest cat? They have the power to trespass on our land nowadays."
"I don't know," the medicine cat murmured. "Though I don't think it was. The Dark Forest are probably training their minions; they wouldn't have time for spying on us."
"So you say," the leader grunted, lashing her tail.
Streamsong struggled to keep calm. "I'm sure Dawnmist will tell us when she wakes up. But for now let her sleep. Whatever she saw must have been horrifying."
Wildstar's eyes gleamed. "It looks as though she's waking up now," she commented.
Dawnmist's eyes were flickering. Streamsong forgot all about Wildstar and leaned closer to her friend, forcing a smile. Although she was glad her friend was waking, even she was eager to hear what the cat had seen. She shoved her ears forward and lifted her tail when Dawnmist's eyes fully opened.
"You're awake," Wildstar growled before Streamsong could even open her mouth. "Now what did you see?"
Dawnmist stared, confused, at Wildstar before the words finally sank in and the memories flooded back. At once the she-cat let out a wail of terror and turned to Streamsong. "Oh, Streamsong, it was horrible! Eyes! These dark red eyes peered at me from under a bush. At first I wondered what it was…so I went to check it out. Then suddenly this creature's head burst out of the bush and snarled and snapped at me. I leaped back, terrified, and a moment later it was gone."
Streamsong's look of curiosity changed to a look of horror. She backed away and nearly collapsed under her paws. "Did you…did you see what this creature look like?" she whispered hoarsely. Wildstar had the same look of shock on her countenance, and pressed her body close to the medicine cat in an unusual gesture of comfort.
Dawnmist looked deep in thought. "Well…I didn't see it clearly, but it stank of burnt flesh and death. And it's head…" she shivered. "Its eyes were two red slits, and it had no fur. It had four ears, and it looked kind of like a dog. That's…that's all I saw before it disappeared. Streamsong, do you know what it is? Streamsong?"
But Streamsong didn't answer. Instead she was already walking away from Dawnmist. Wildstar followed her, leaving Dawnmist staring in confusion after them.
Streamsong looked over the valley. Not far past the woods the territory of the Dark Forest resided. She shivered and closed her eyes, wishing that everything could be peaceful and that the Place of No Stars didn't exist.
"It's that creature again, isn't it?" growled Wildstar, breaking the silence.
Streamsong nodded. "It matches the description perfectly."
"I bet it's the Dark Forest," the leader hissed, unsheathing her claws. "I bet they're using the creature to scare us into submission."
"I don't think even the Dark Forest can control such a monster."
"Well it can't just magically appear in our world!" Wildstar snarled. "The Dark Forest has to have something to do with it. You can't deny it, Streamsong. We're at war with the enemy. It's time we stop playing nice and start fighting back!"
Streamsong gazed up at the night sky. The stars were brighter than ever before, while the full moon shed its luminous light upon the world. As much as she hated the truth Streamsong knew Wildstar was right.
It was time to fight back.
As I said, my writing skills are a little rusty as I've had quite a bad writers' block since November. However I'm thrilled to be writing again. I'll be working on Chapter 1 soon. Please review, and constructive critiscm is welcomed as long as it is done in a mature and polite way. Goodbye,