Chasing Shadows Chapter 8: Collision

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Chapter 8: Collision

The sound of rustling leaves and the constant echo of the waterfall kept the camp out of silence. But the night air, strangley warm even in the Greenleaf season, lulled the JungleClan cats into a restful sleep. The moon was only a clawscratch away from being full, and it radiated its silvery-white glow down onto the one kit who lay awake in the night.

Razorkit couldn't sleep. He sat on the FallRock, on the stone in the middle of the stream where Cheetahstar would adress the clan from. He watched the water cascade over the edge of the rock and into the pool, obscuring the reflection of the moon an stars. Spray drizzled onto his pelt, slowly soaking him. It wasn't helping him sleep, but that wasn't the only thing.

He was worried. About the rogues they had seen on the feild, about the sudden revolation that OceanClan could be involved, and the possible threat of attack. He was even worried about his own apprentice ceremony, whether he was good enough to be a warrior or whether he would be regarded as weak and cast aside by his clanmates. He somewhat wished he could see things as Stingkit and Leopardkit did, as a challenge or as an exciting adventure. He wondered about Silentkit's veiw of the world, unspoken but clear as her eyes. He wondered too about what Chaoskit would do. He seemed to have a solution to every problem, and although he dismissed fighting he had the ability to think like a warrior. He had been praised several times before for helping come up with battle strategies incase of attack and the warriors acknowledged him.

What about Razorkit? Stingkit could fight well. Leopardkit had all the makings of a great hunter. Chaoskit was already veiwed as a smart cat and Silentkit brought peace to any situation. But as he had noticed several times since his birth, Razorkit was lost in the middle.

He glanced up at the stars. Could the cats in StarClan see him here?

He always felt a nagging sense inside himself whever he dwelled on the topic. Perhaps he was jealous of the other kits' qualities, the perks about them that made them different. But he would never wish harm on them, not if it was to save his own life. He wanted to protect them more than anything else in the world. But how could he do it, if he couldn't prove himself?

Sighing with the growing headache in his mind, Razorkit shook his head, droplets of water spraying from his whiskers and into the pool below. He watched them fall until they became one with the water, they too lost in the bigger picture. The moon seemed to glow brighter than ever now.

Looking up this time at the moon, with round eyes, Razorkit noticed it was not the moon that was so bright, but a single star. It shone beside the moon, making the pockmarked circle look dull and grey against the black.

StarClan? Razorkit wondered, eyes glittering with the star's light. Can you see me?

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The colours began to seperate. And so did the cats.

"Woah!" Ziku excalimed as he felt himself drifting backwards, away from his three friends. He kicked out with his hind paws, but there was nothing to push himself from. The lightning buzzed in his pelt and he could feel the air pressure dropping.
"Ziku!" Sayra cried as she too was pulled away from them.
"We're being pu-pulled apart!" Mizu looked smaller and smaller as she drifted away, into the glowing colours. Shimmering water droplets flew from her pelt as she writhed around in the air.
"Rokai!" Ziku shouted, "What's going on!?"
"I dont know!" The tom sounded more distressed than usual, desperatly searching for something to hang on to.

But there was nothing except the stream of colours. The four Elementos Cats watched helplessly as they were pulled apart, the colour fading to white and the air turning warm.
After a few moments of drifting, now completely lost from the other cats, Ziku began to make out trees and land in the distance. Beyond the trees there were mountains to the east, to the west a desert like area covered in sand. And even further on was a vast expanse of water that stretched on for as far as he could see.

Is that the lowerworld? He asked himself, surprised at how similar it looked to his homeworld.

He looked at his paws, his tail, to make sure he was uninjured. The silver lightning still pulsed through his pelt and his claws were still sharp, although bloodstained. The tang of blood still hung in his mouth. The memories of Shadows were still fresh in his mind.

He looked up. And then with a jolt he realised something that made him look down again.

He could see through his paws. They were still there, but he could make out the trees and the night covered forest through them.

Twisting around in panic, he checked his back and his tail.

It was the same.

Wha-? Why...Why am I a ghost?
He flipped over in the air, spinning as he fell. A faint cover of white still surrounded him and the ground seemed to be approaching faster every heartbeat.

Were we not meant to come to this world? Ziku's mind was spinning, At this rate, I'll vanish completely! He could feel his heart racing in his chest, There has to be a way! There has to be a way to stop this!

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Razorkit watched, stunned as the star split into four. They splintered off in different direstions over the territories, leaving a trail of white behind them and a faint glow of colour in their wake. They sliced through the sky with incredible speed. And it was that speed that made him realise in one sickening moment that one was heading straight for the camp.

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A clearing came into veiw. Ziku was panicing, twisting and turning as he fell but never altering his course. He looked to the ground, dersperatly trying to judge how much time he had left before the impact. He could make out a stream, as well as what looked like some kind of dens in the clearing. The stream flowed across a tall rock and over the edge forming a small waterfall, and then out of the clearing to join a river further south. In the very middle of the stream, just above the falls, was a rock. And perched on the rock, staring at him with bright blue eyes, was a cat.

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Move! Warn Cheetahstar! Do something!
Fear washed over Razorkit like an icy wave. He willed himself to run into the cover of the leaders den, to wail out and warn the clan of the glistening falling star. But his was frozen, still as a stone, rooted to the rock on which he sat. Despite the unusally warm air, a cold chill tinged his pelt and his fur stood on end, eyes growing wider every moment. Blood roared in his ears. His muscles ached. There was nothing he could do.

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A...Cat?
For a heartbeat Ziku forgot that he was falling from the skies, slowly being erased from existance. He focused on the small silver tomcat gazing at him from the rock, an idea forming in his mind. Willing himself to move in his direction, he aimed for the place he would fall.

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The last thing Razorkit remembered was the sound of a wailing cat, and the blinding white light that after a single heartbeat faded to immense black. And the faint tingle of lightning running through his pelt.

Subject: Re: Chasing Shadows Chapter 8: Collision Wed Aug 17, 2011 6:00 pm

Whoa....! That was so cool!!! Very Happy

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Thank you~ =D

Subject: Re: Chasing Shadows Chapter 8: Collision Wed Aug 17, 2011 7:51 pm

But sad... Crying or Very sad

Guest

Which part do you think was sad? (I was aiming for a more emotional chapter, as well as the whole falling star collision thing xD)

Subject: Re: Chasing Shadows Chapter 8: Collision Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:23 pm

It was GREAT RAZORWING!!! I love how two separate parts kinda form into one whole bigger part, if you know what I mean!! LOL

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Thanks! I made a point to keep swapping between Razorkit's and Ziku's point of veiw to show they were as confused as eachother to what was happening. x3