FeatherClan Lore: The Forgotten Chronicles

to keep the FeatherClan craze up and going.

a collection of FeatherClan lore and stories to expand to the history/story.

The Tragedy of Birchpaw
Birchpaw was a hawk-winged apprentice, a light speckled brown tom with white paws and a short tail. The Tragedy of Birchpaw reminds all apprentices to never fly above the Sky Tree.

"Birchpaw! Fly back here right now!" Birchpaw's mentor, Blackscreech, an eagle-winged warrior, shrieked in panic as her arrogant apprentice flew easily straight to the top of the Sky Tree. "You can get hurt!"

Birchpaw rolled his startling green eyes. ''Oh, whatever! I'm not a kit, it's not like I'd fall down or anything! ''Instead, in an effort to show off, Birchpaw tucked his wings into a dive and spiraled down, flaring his wings at the last moment to stop his fall, then soared right back up to the top of the Sky Tree, flapping his wings. "For StarClan's sake, Blackscreech! Save your worries for the kits, not me! It's not like I'll lose control of my wings or anything! Besides, I should be a warrior any day now!"

"The Sky Tree is only for outsiders to climb up to prove themselves, not an arrogant apprentice's play toy!" Blackscreech hissed. "Get down now!"

Birchpaw flattened his ears. "I've had enough of you treating me like a kit!" He flew away, increasing his speed, relishing the feel of the wind whistling through his wings, leaving behind a distraught Blackscreech. Birchpaw's eyes widened when he looked down, however. Below him was the sparkling starry clear waters of the sacred Starpool, a peculiar hole in the leaves that never filled completely with water, but was deep enough to contain a reasonable amount of water enough to reflect the stars. So that's what was at the top of the Sky Tree! Birchpaw tucked his wings into a dive, and dived, a spiraling dive that was incredibly impressive.

However, the winds that tore through the canopy of the Sky Tree was too great for Birchpaw to land in the Sky Tree in a controlled landing. Birchpaw's screech of terror rent the air as he fell right into the Starpool, plunging into the deep waters of the Starpool. He was immediately met by pale, almost translucent winged cat spirits, their pelts dotted with starlight. Birchpaw gasped, his panic rising. No! They're here to strip away my wings, and power of flight!

"You've made a grave mistake, Birchpaw," one of the spirits spoke, his voice grave.

"Please, no! I swear I won't be arrogant again!" Birchpaw cried, but his pleas were ignored.

"I'm sorry, we don't want to do this either," another spirit spoke, her voice heavy and sad.

Birchpaw could only scream in fear as the spirits closed in and touched their paws to Birchpaw's wings. Searing pain shot through Birchpaw and his shoulders stung like fury, but Birchpaw's despair far outweighed the pain. The sensation faded as the spirits lifted their paws, and Birchpaw's tears fell like rushing water as he flexed his shoulders to only feel nothing growing out of them.

His wings were gone.

From then on, Birchpaw ran away from the Clan and lived a miserable life as a loner, refusing to join other Clans, until only a little over a moon later, the arrogant apprentice was eaten by a fox.