Buried Memories

 buri ed me mor ies

 a story that uncovered secrets by  lyrics   and  goldie

Prologue
''Sadness. Overwhelming sadness.''

The icy rain showered over the land like hail. The burning sensation made the black she-cat choke in pure agony. She was once again slowly going through the pain of being left behind, being forgotten...

Chapter 1
Life was harsh for her. It just seems to give her everything, then fate just steals them from her one by one against her will. She knew that as long as her half sister Purity stayed immortal, war would soon break out again, but she had no desire to fight anymore, no desire to take either side any longer. Her mother, Opal didn't care about her. Her caring foster mother, Coral was dead. Shaded hadn't contact her in ages. Her best friend, Blaze, went missing and was not seen after the battle.

She sighed. The water lapped carelessly on the river shore, like it truly believed it would one day return to this precise river, this precise stream. She secretly cursed them for being so hopeful and carefree. Behind her, the bushes trembled. A full sized RiverClan patrol burst out of the undergrowth.

'Who are you to be trepassing on our land?' the leading silver grey cat asked.

She didn't bother to answer her. But in her mind, the answer formed.

I am the forgotten hero...

'Answer me!' The silver cat grew hostile. She noticed an apprentice flexing their claws.

Evanescence knew. She knew that she no longer mattered. She knew that she was forgotten. It was no use trying to explain.

'I'm sorry.' Evanescence mewed softly. 'I'll leave.'

The black she-cat felt suspicion sparking from the leading cat's blue eyes.

If only she knew...

Chapter 2
She climbed onto the Fourtress and observed the Clans. She saw that she cat fishing in the river, her sleek fur repelled water perfectly. Gemclan led another border patrol and the hunting patrol was loaded with prey.

As the patrol neared Fourtrees, Evanescence received a couple of hostile glares. She didn't need to fear the consequences of being spotted by Gemclan anymore, these days she smelled so much like a regular stray, she could barely recognize her own scent. But the kowledge of this sent a dark pulse of grief down her spine. Nobody remembers me...

Pain.

Stabbing pain attacked her. She gasped as she felt her claws slip on the slippery bark. The silver-eyed fell towards the ground. Wings. she thought. But her mind wouldn't concentrate. Her form shimmered and changed into a dove for a split second and then transfotmed back into the dark cat she was, and lost consciousness as she fell towards the ground.