Falcon's Call

Falcon's Call
No! I'm not going to be this way!
You already are. Leave!
A story about Falconkit's ancestor: Falconfeather.
By Stormver
==Preface: Looking Down==
She is calm.
She is sad.
She's a leader.
She's a crisis.
I see her future, both bright and dark. I see her scars, her pain, her blood.
I'm Falconfeather. Not everyone knows this, but Feather, Stormwillow's mother, was my grandkit. Younger and younger cats come to StarClan, but Stormwillow and Falconkit are alive, and they both have greater destinies.
It really does run in the family. Bad luck runs through our blood, and it all started with me.
There are things that I wish I could change. I wish I could erase the memory of Stormwillow's isolation from all of our minds. I wish that the bad luck that came to me would not have kept its evil through my veins and blood. I really wish that I could change everything!
But I'm unable to change it.
Are you wondering why I know?
It started as a kit, my life just beginning...
==Chapter 1==
I was born to Heatherfur and Yarrowclaw of FlameClan, along with my brother, Lionkit. I had a sister - Fallowkit. Fallowkit died of birthing problems a day after we were born
It was the middle of leaf-bare when we were born. Snow was on the ground and nearly every cat was having a hard time. Prey was very scarce. Cats died every day.
Then came the thaw.
Heat spread through the air, melting all the snow.
But it was deadly, as there was a flood.
The camp flooded and everyone had to escape. I was trapped in the flood, however, and I nearly drowned that day.
Here's what happened:
"Heatherfur!" Thornfur, the deputy, yowled. "Get out of here with your kits!" 
Heatherfur grabbed Lionkit, who was sick at the time, and missed me. I had ducked out of the way as she scooped up my brother. I squeezed under the moss, hoping the water wouldn't claim my life that day.
The water came closer, closer, closer to me. Eventually the nursery flooded, sweeping me under and away.
Can't breathe!
I started drowning, water filling my mouth and suffocating me. 
Then…something grabbed my scruff and threw me out.
Air! It had never felt so good as it filled my lungs. Air was my life. I daydreamed of me and air together, dancing on clouds, licking each other's fur.
Tbc 
Category:Stormver's Fanfiction
Category:FlameClan Fanfictions
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