The Curse ★ Warriorcats Fanfiction

★Chapter 1★

Blueshine purred, feeling the sunlight strike her tender, blue-gray fur, with the haze of the afternoon warmth coaxing the youthful medicine cat into a humid slumber. Overhead rested the blue streamers in a blue sky, refracting the she-cats parallel shaded coat; blowing ever so slightly like the grass of which she lay.

And then she woke up. Paws hitting the surface of a familiar veneer, but a texture unfamiliar of which she was last resting in. Suddenly, yowls of warriors she had heard just hours ago socialising affectionately in the safety of the hollow were letting out blood-curdling screams of terror into her delicate, fluffy ears. Blueshine gazed forward, attempting to make something out of the cries of her clanmates, panic accumulating in her. A thick fog laced the atmosphere with uncertainty; blinding Blueshine from the job she lived to undertake.

Attempting a step forward, her paws felt dense- as if weaved into the ground by gigantic boulders. She was locked in place, unable to help those she would give her life for in a heartbeat, it was tortuous for Blueshine.
The soggy texture of blood swarmed between her toes, rising rapidly and soaking her pelt with a burgundy tone. Thumps of limp cats vibrated piercingly through Blueshines skull. She stood helplessly in a pool of blood, surrounded by the dreadful sights of deceased felines.

As the blood rose, and the sound of bodies hitting the impenetrable floor rang somberly, filling her ears and making her shiver. Blueshine could feel her consciousness began fading in and out.
"Please, someone...I," the blue-gray medicine cat yelped into the smog. The cries of her clanmates had ceased, and the discerning silence was chilling her to the bone.

Blueshine jerked her head around at the sound of pawsteps approaching, lightweight and subdued. She wearily peered into the darkness, attempting to make out something; anything of the figure nearing. Her desperate blue eyes searched the shadows, and yet found nothing.

"Blueshine," the faint tone of a bellowing tom-cats voice emitted from the dull abode. "Who's there? Show yourself!" Blueshine hissed defensively, lowering her belly to the floor submerged in warm, scarlet blood and holding her stance firmly. She fluffed up her blue pelt, trying to make herself look bigger, yet her rounded, baby-blue eyes contradicted her actions, making her look like a lost kit trying to find its way home.

The voice came again, this time more firm. "A curse.." the tom called once more, his sturdy words interrupted by a series of harsh, brutal whispering from the shadows. Parting the mist with a starry luminescence, a purdy calico tom came forward. His presence alone illuminates the shadows which now engulfed Blueshine with an immense light; one so absurdly bright that Blueshine covered her sensitive azure optics with a bloodied paw.

"W-What do you mean?" Blueshine stammered, adjusting her eyes to the sudden burst of light. Her confrontation was met with no response- not a verbal one, that is.

The tom's brindled jaws lip synced silent, unknown words, almost rhythmically. His rounded, striped and brindled face shined with emotions, his starry eyes lighting up with pride.

"Please!" She begged, trying to take a step forward and reaching out for the white tom, whose fur was mottled with differentiating dapples of black and ginger.

Her outstretched paw reached only nothingness, swiping helplessly through the illumination of the starry tom. The spirit seemed to melt away, the light slowly fading from the illusion.

Blueshine yelped, reaching forward as though trying to halt the rounded tomcat from fading away, but her efforts were proved meaningless as she was once more alone in the blood-stained, sanguinary battlefield of fallen warriors and their mournful spirits.

Abruptly, all came to a halt and Blueshine found herself back in the sultry grove of Thunderclan. She rose her head swiftly, her breath quickening as she examined the nearby nature.

Thankfully, to her relief, she was returned to her cosy spot in the snuggly fronds of bracken and moss that Thunderclan territory had to offer. Blueshine shakily got to her paws, her entire body trembling tremendously, the gory sight still enriched prominently in her mind. Shaking off the scarring vision, her duties were all that mattered in the present moment.
Without a second thought, Blueshine rushed through the forest, weaving through the trees and hurdling herself over bushes and logs. She needed to give notice to Lionstar on the vision Starclan had given her.