The Sea is Peaceful

                                        A Seafire Oneshot

A gray, nearly blue-gray, old she-cat lay outside a den, watching some kits play. Ah… kithood, a wonderful time… I’ll experience it more than once. Her thoughts drifted back to a time where she thought that she would have kits. Not to be. He is long gone… And then, suddenly, she was shot straight to the past.

A blue-gray and white apprentice was playing with a black and white tom her age. “Hey, Badgerpaw, take this!” She leaped onto his back. Her mentor padded up. “You two’ll be warriors soon, at this rate, if Leafclan doesn’t destroy the four clans.” Seapaw looked to her mentor. “We’ll beat Leafclan, and I’ll get Twisterkit to be good again!” Her mentor winced. “Twister…fury is a Leafclan warrior. It is unlikely that the effects of the Dark Forest aging magic can be reserved, he has to will it away, and then he would be a kit again, while his two sisters are warrior and medicine cat.” Seapaw’s eyes were filled with emotions. “I will bring the real Twisterkit back, just you see…!”

A battle was going on. Seapaw twisted her head to see if Badgerpaw was alright. He was. And suddenly, she saw him. A gray-brown tom facing a large brown tabby tom. “Twisterkit, no!” She raced towards them. “Twisterkit, it’s me, Seapaw! Your sister! Don’t fight for Leafclan, reverse it! Stop the effects! Mother didn’t die for this!” Twisterfury glanced at her. “Mother?” His gaze dilated swiftly, before he shrunk down to a kit size. “Twisterkit! You’re back!” She nuzzled the kit and then a growl she heard. “Traitor! I will kill you!” Seapaw saw a huge gray and white tom lunging at the now-kit. “NO!” She jumped in the way, and the death blow meant for another did take one cat. Bramblestar drove Thistleclaw away as Badgerpaw and a silver tabby she-cat ran up. “No, Seapaw! You can’t die!” Badgerpaw wailed. Seapaw smiled up at him. “This sacrifice might not have been for you, but I still love you, Badgerpaw…”

Seafire was brought back from memories to look at another elder snoring, a thickset golden tabby tom. Goldblaze… He lost his mate and his kits. He’s sort of like me… She knew it was time. She had felt it coming for a half-moon now. My time, again. She felt a sleep coming on, a sleep that would last until a new time began. And she closed her eyes, content.