Pictured WritingA Story by Jon SettleThis was an assignment to write about a picture pulled out of a random pile of picture brought in by the class. “There’s no time
left! We must come up with a solution NOW!” said Whitewhisker, the leader of
the clan. “Whitewhisker,
there is only one solution, but you will not accept it,” Mistyfoot addressed
the counsel leader. “Mistyfoot is
right. We’ve been trying to tell you for the past four moons that this is the
only solution,” said Silverstream. “Very well then,
since you’re so adamant about this, tell me one cat that would be willing to
make such a journey,” Whitewhisker replied with his usual harsh tone. “I’ll go,” said
a cat, smaller than the rest, stepping forward. It was the day before that
Yellowfang had decided she would be the one to go on the journey to The Great
Mountain. It wasn’t because she wanted to but rather because she had to, there
was no other choice. She had received a vision that came from The Fallen, and
if they said it had to be her then it had to be her. “Very well then
Yellowfang, you’ll leave first thing tomorrow morning,” said Whitewhisker before
letting out a screeching wail to signal the end of the meeting. The morning came
quickly after the meeting, and before departing for The Great Mountain,
Yellowfang went to the freshkill pile. She grabbed a ferret to eat before
leaving; she needed the energy it would give her. The rest of the
cats had gathered at the exit to their little alcove of protection. As
Yellowfang departed each cat licked her shoulders wishing her safe travels. She climbed atop
a tree to take one last look at the place she’d always called home. She
wouldn’t be returning here again. Her clan was suffering from their wrong
doings, and it was her job to make peace. She looked out
to the horizon at the mountain and watched the grass sway in the wind before
leaping from the tree. She ventured past many rabbits holes and though their
scents were incredible strong she resisted every urge to hunt. Her sole duty
now was to reach The Great Mountain. Silence had
fallen. The wind stood still and not even the scurrying of a mouse could be
heard. She knew what this meant, and she knew she couldn’t change what had to
be. She reached the
base of the mountain side and began to climb the trail leading to the top. The
rocks here were jagged and hurt her pads so badly she had to pause a few to
times to lick her pads and could taste the blood the rocks were drawing out of
her. The Great
Mountain was now just steps away. Taking a deep breath she gingerly took those
last steps. Once she passed between the archway of rocks the wind blew again.
Everything had come back to life. “Yellowfang,
you’ve finally come,” said a cat with fur of a deep cinder color. “Cinderpelt…”
Yellowfang muttered. This was who had been sent to her… her mother. Yellowfang
had only the vaguest memory of her, from when she was just a kit. And
everything after that… well there’s no memory. “It’s been so
long since I last seen you,” she told Yellowfang. “But I’ve watched you, been
with you, guided you the best I could.” “You left us,”
she snarled, “Darkstar and me, you abandoned us when we were kits.” “Because I had
to make the same journey you just did,” she calmly replied. “Every eight moons
the same problem arises. The Great Clan must follow the rules established at
the formation of the Clans and send hardships.” She said. “The only way to end
the hardships is for the descendant of the first cat accepted to The Great Clan
to also be accepted.” “I had to leave
you because, I was the next descendant in line,” she said. “Regretfully that
made you next in line as well, but by stepping through the archway you’re only
halfway there. You still have a long journey ahead of you.” © 2013 Jon SettleAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJon SettleOrrville, OHAboutMy name is Jon. I absolutely LOVE writing and reading. They are my true loves of life. I hope to someday be a well know author and I wanna be an actor on tv too :) I have very high goals set for my.. more..Writing
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