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This story is by IcewrathXFeatherswirlXCraneheart for Wafflez's contest
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This story is by IcewrathXFeatherswirlXCraneheart for [[User:Wafflez44|Wafflez44's]] contest
   
 
Four cats. Four Clans. Four near-death experiences.
 
Four cats. Four Clans. Four near-death experiences.
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==Fire Burnt Spirit==
 
==Fire Burnt Spirit==
Pebblepaw purred and settled on the large stone near the lakeshore in ThunderClan territory. She quickly caught a plump vole darting between the cracks and picked it up. It was about time she got back to camp. Her mentor would be expecting her.
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Pebblepaw purred and settled on the large stone near the lakeshore in ThunderClan territory. She quickly caught a plump vole darting between the cracks and picked it up. It was about time she got back to camp. Her mentor would be expecting her.
   
 
She padded off through the forest when she smelled an acrid scent and she turned to sniff. She saw a flame kindling in a dried bush. She padded over, examining the beauty and the mystical dance of this bright, warm substance. She was hypnotized by its radiance and she was frozen to the spot. Before long it had formed a beautiful ring around the clearing.
 
She padded off through the forest when she smelled an acrid scent and she turned to sniff. She saw a flame kindling in a dried bush. She padded over, examining the beauty and the mystical dance of this bright, warm substance. She was hypnotized by its radiance and she was frozen to the spot. Before long it had formed a beautiful ring around the clearing.
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The Clan sat in stony silence at disapproval for Sparrowstar's naming ceremony, but Owlblink shouted, "Pebblegaze! Pebblegaze! Pebblegaze!"
 
The Clan sat in stony silence at disapproval for Sparrowstar's naming ceremony, but Owlblink shouted, "Pebblegaze! Pebblegaze! Pebblegaze!"
   
As the Clan disbanded, Owlgaze raced up to her and pushed his nose against hers and meowed, "You are not a useless lump of fur to me. Your name is named only for your beautiful blue eyes and gray fur."
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As the Clan disbanded, Owlblink raced up to her and pushed his nose against hers and meowed, "You are not a useless lump of fur to me. Your name is named only for your beautiful blue eyes and gray fur."
   
 
"Thank you, Owlblink," Pebblegaze purred. She shifted her gaze to the sun and she wobbled on her feet, "C-come on. Let's get some shelter."
 
"Thank you, Owlblink," Pebblegaze purred. She shifted her gaze to the sun and she wobbled on her feet, "C-come on. Let's get some shelter."

Revision as of 15:44, 4 November 2012

This story is by IcewrathXFeatherswirlXCraneheart for Wafflez44's contest

Four cats. Four Clans. Four near-death experiences.

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Fire Burnt Spirit

Pebblepaw purred and settled on the large stone near the lakeshore in ThunderClan territory. She quickly caught a plump vole darting between the cracks and picked it up. It was about time she got back to camp. Her mentor would be expecting her.

She padded off through the forest when she smelled an acrid scent and she turned to sniff. She saw a flame kindling in a dried bush. She padded over, examining the beauty and the mystical dance of this bright, warm substance. She was hypnotized by its radiance and she was frozen to the spot. Before long it had formed a beautiful ring around the clearing.

That was when the fear kicked in. Her heart thumped and her adrenaline surged. "Help! Help! Fire!" she yowled.

"Pebblepaw!" that was her mentor, Owlblink. Pebblepaw frantically darted left and right looking for an escape route. She skidded and slid into the fire.

Pain shot through her bones, her flesh smoldering, her fur flaming. "NOOOOO!" she yowled.

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"Is she coming to?" an anxious voice asked. That was Owlblink.

"Yes," a gentle voice meowed. That was the medicine cat, Berryspots.

A sigh of relief came from her mentor as her eyes stretched wide.

"Thank StarClan!" Owlblink sighed. He gave her cheek a lick.

Pebblepaw shot upward and backed away gasping, "Y-your eyes are like... f-fire!"

Owlblink blinked his amber eyes and meowed, "No! No! Please don't think of them that way! Think of them as pools of sand, a bird's feathers!"

Pebblepaw wailed, "It's so hard!"

"She's traumatized," Berryspots meowed quietly.

Then the leader's voice sounded, calling a meeting.

She peeked out of her den, at the sun and she yelped with fear. Her head spun. "So much fire!"

Owlblink rushed to her side and meowed, "Please! Go out for me! This is your warrior ceremony! Go out for me!"

It was no secret that Pebblepaw had a major crush on Owlblink, and that Owlblink returned it.

Pebblepaw trembled, then nodded, and padded shakily outside.

"As you all know, there was a fire that swept through part of the forest yesterday, burning one of our brave apprentices." Sparrowstar scoffed the words as if they were evil. Pebblepaw had been Sparrowstar's most hated cat when she was a kit.

"So in honor of her dumbfounded state in which she watched the flame kindle and burn the forest almost killing herself in the process, I present her with her warrior name, Pebblegaze."

The Clan sat in stony silence at disapproval for Sparrowstar's naming ceremony, but Owlblink shouted, "Pebblegaze! Pebblegaze! Pebblegaze!"

As the Clan disbanded, Owlblink raced up to her and pushed his nose against hers and meowed, "You are not a useless lump of fur to me. Your name is named only for your beautiful blue eyes and gray fur."

"Thank you, Owlblink," Pebblegaze purred. She shifted her gaze to the sun and she wobbled on her feet, "C-come on. Let's get some shelter."

Owlblink graciously walked with her to the warriors' den where there was much shade.

"Owlblink, can you help me?" Pebblegaze meowed, "Will you..."

But Owlblink stole the words from her throat, "Of course I will be your mate and I will help you get back to normal."

Pebblegaze smiled warmly, "I know you will help me get better, Owlblink! I know it."

Owlblink stretched himself next to her and meowed, "Try getting used to the sun, but if you cannot, just look at the ground. That's where all the action is anyway."

Pebblegaze nodded and smiled.

"Second, just pretend pelts and eyes of a fiery color are merely a sandy or honeyish color. Honey is the opposite of fire, seeing as though it heals throats with smoke inhalation."

Pebblegaze nodded again, remembering every word pouring from his mouth.

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Pebblegaze stared at the ground.

"Pebblegaze, watch out!" a voice rang out.

Her head collided with a tree.

Owlblink rushed up to her and helped her to her feet in the moonlight.

In the past half-moon, Pebblegaze kept working at looking at fire colored things, but it never worked, so she switched to Plan B. She became a night dweller. Both she and Owlblink. They had a different, smaller den, rose with the moon, set with the moon and they always stared at the ground if it was absolutely necessary that they go out during the day.

"Thanks, for sticking with me, Owlblink," Pebblegaze meowed warmly.

"I'll always be there, Pebblegaze."

Owlblink's tawny brown fur shone in the moonlight and they padded back to the camp, but the sun peeked over the trees, setting the sky on fire.

Pebblegaze had her usual reaction. Her heart started thumping rapidly and hard. Her blood roared in her ears. Her adrenaline surged. Her paws were rooted to the spot. She teetered on her paws, starting to enter her confused, delirious state.

"Pebblegaze, follow my scent," Owlblink whispered, whisking his tail over her eyes and walking toward camp.

Pebblegaze followed him by scent and they were soon back into their small, dark den, falling into sleep.

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