Thread:Goldenflight (Goldie)/@comment-27324898-20160702170611

 Heavysteps Secret

 By: Goldenflight

 Heavystep walked out of the elders den. Tonight was the Gathering and he felt refreshed and felt a lot better than he did a few days ago. That medicine cat sure know his stuff! Ah. I like the life of an elder. So laid back. You get to teach the kits what you know and you don’t have to hunt or patrol anymore. This is the life.

 All of RiverClan didn’t know his secret. All but himself. But, Heavystep had recently died of greencough and Mistystar was the only cat who knew of his secret lives. Mistystar padded towards him. “Heavystep?”

 “Yes Mistystar?” Heavystep replied.

 “I know you recently lost a life due to greencough correct?” Mistystar said.

 “Yes, that is correct.”

 <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ok. I think that it is time that RiverClan should be told about your secret. You have no say in this matter. I only came here so you can be prepared. That is all,” Mistystar said matter-of-factly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Oh no! I guess RiverClan should know of my secret so they don’t accidently bury me when I lose my next life. Ugh. Why can’t Mistystar not say anything about it? Oh right. There were a lot of cat's watching me when I lost a life. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Oh well. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> Heavystep thought with a huge sigh. He got up and walked into the middle of camp. He felt many eyes burning into his pelt. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Leave. Me. Alone. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> He thought angrily and waited for Mistystar to call the meeting.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Clan meeting! Clan meeting everyone! I have a very important announcement everyone. I know that many of you watched as Heavystep over there supposedly died from greencough and came back to life. This is true. A long time ago, Heavystep had something that interfered with his health. Something unknown to our medicine cat's,” Mistystar meowed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">The entire clan started murmuring to each other about what the strange disease might be. Mistystar ignored it and continued on, ”So Hevystep was brought to the Moonstone and StarClan granted Heavystep 3 lives. One was automatically taken away from him because of the strange disease that he had. That life took away his strange illness but as you know he fell ill with greencough for a while. That took his second life. Heavystep now has only one life left. I say that he should be treated with respect,” Mistystar said to conclude the Clan meeting.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Now that everyone knew about his secret, Heavystep guessed there was no point standing around doing nothing. He went back to his nest and flopped down.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-indent:36pt;text-align:center;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">*****

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">It was the Gathering. Heavystep wasn’t super excited. He was allowed to watch the Gathering from a secret place in Fourtrees so that no cat would know, but he missed being with other cat's during the Gatherings. Who, in his group of elders would pick on him jokingly today? None. He missed it all. The Gathering was all just a blur except for when Mistystar announced, “Heavystep is dead.” That got Heavystep riled up. He was angry. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">I am <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">not <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;"> dead! I was alive and well. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">I don’t want the other Clan’s to think I am dead! It was an outrage! <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">  Heavystep stomped his way into the clearing. “I AM <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">NOT   <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">DEAD!” Heavystep declared.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Many heads turned towards Heavysteps direction. All of them staring. The only ones not looking at him like he had three heads were all the RiverClan cat's.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey Mistystar! How do we know what you say is the truth, eh? You clearly just lied in front of all the Clans! Any more secrets that you would like to share with us?” A random ShadowClan warrior yowled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yea! How can we trust you? Or RiverClan for that matter?” Another cat growled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">More cats made other similar remarks to the first two, until it became unbearable to listen to. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Great. Now everyone will have to know my secret or not. I can kill just about anyone I like right now. I think that ThunderClan tom over there. He seems what do you call it? A goody two-shoes. And while I’m at it, I also take out the other ThunderClan tom.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Throughout the chaos, Heavystep heard a familiar voice in his head. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">That’s right my dear. Kill the ginger and gray one. You are doing so well my friend. Make sure no one sees you and use that gut rake that I showed you. Slice the ginger one’s belly open. Then take down the gray one any way you see fit. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mapleshade said in her sugary sweet voice that now sounded like her words were dripping with venom.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Without another thought Heavystep slunk over to Firestar and Graystripe. Easily scaling High Rock, he slunk silently over the stone and raked Firestar across his flank. Firestar swiped at Heavystep but missed. Heavystep took that advantage and clawed Firestar on the leg. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">There is back up on the way my dear. <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mapleshade said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Firestar stumbled a bit but had enough strength in himself to knock the Hevystep’s legs out from underneath him and give Heavystep a nice big scratch on his face. Suddenly, there was Tigerstar’s followers. They all looked angrily at Firestar. They were all on Firestar at once. Firestar tried to fight all of them off but couldn’t. Tigerstirpe yowled happily. Everyone knew Firestar was Tigerstar’s mortal enemy. Heavystep felt glad that Tigerstar’s followers were his allies. They were all swiping and clawing at Firestar until he was covered in scratches.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Heavystep watched as Firestar fell down to the ground on High Rock. Heavystep felt triumphant. He had done what he was supposed to do. Just in case, Heavystep ripped Firestar’s throat out. Blood was gushing out of Firestar but, Heavystep didn’t stay to watch. Heavystep quickly jumped down to fight Graystripe. Heavystep knew that Graystripe had been expecting this, since he had just looked up and saw what Heavystep had done to his best friend.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">“It’s time for you to die!” Graystripe yowled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t think so,” Heavystep replied cooly. The others jumped down too. Heavystep took one look at Graystripe to see that he was afraid. “This is the end of you,” Heavystep said as he took one bloodied paw step at a time towards Graystripe. “Time for you to die!” Heavystep growled and flicked his tail to signal the attack. For a while it was just a writhing mass of fur, but after some time, Graystripe had the same fate as his friend. They were dead. Gone. Heavystep had no idea how much tragedy he had made for the future.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:10pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-indent:36pt;text-align:center;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">*****

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:10pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:'EBGaramond';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">No one had rescued the cat's that were trapped. Many seasons later when the Clans were by the lake, when the Darkforest struck, there was no Power of Three. There was only a Power of One. After all that had happened, the Dark Forest were the ones in control. The age of Clan cat's were starting to come to an end. <ac_metadata title="ONESHOT"> </ac_metadata>