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Post by flameh on May 16, 2009 14:17:36 GMT -5
Flameheart smiled. "Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Runningpaw, from this moment you shall be known as Runningflight.”
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 16, 2009 17:42:09 GMT -5
Runningflight felt overjoyed. He could forever hold a piece of his sister with him now. He turned to look at Thyme, but the tom seemed foccused on other things. With a sigh Runningflight leaned against the stone and sighed into sleep...
Runningflight found himself in a dark, foreboding forest. All around creatures of darkness and death slunk by. He saw a small blue kit and smiled. His brother.
"Hides in the blue shell. Dark and mystery shroud. Far from home lies the flight of a fae..." Everything faded away and Runningflight found himself among starry warriors who began to congratulate him.
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Post by bluebrook3 on May 16, 2009 18:58:13 GMT -5
"Congratulations, Runningflight." Featherrain purred with a bright smile.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 17, 2009 21:39:28 GMT -5
Thyme silently watched his friend get his name. Well, more like acquaintance. But Thyme still felt relieved that his friend could relax a little. Because after the dream he had seen, and the meaning Thyme had told him, it seemed that Runningflight might've died. Fear. It was a funny thing, fear. Could control the strongest cat, a weak emotion that was easily dealt with. Thyme shrugged and licked a forepaw lazily. He'd have sweet dreams tonight.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 18, 2009 10:03:30 GMT -5
Littlecloud voiced his congradulations and then lay down beside the stone. He pressed his nose against it and shivered as the welcoming cold crawled down his spine. He found himself in total darkness. Littlecloud blinked and looked around him. A familiar scent wreathed him in its warm comfort and he turned quickly.
"Spottedleaf?" He breathed.
"Welcome, friend. It is good to see you again." Littlecloud tried not to tremble with grief at seeing the beautiful she-cat made so much more enchanting in death. Her fur, once lucious and soft, now sparkled with starlight. Her scent was sweeter than ever, and her very presence made Littlecloud feel small. He wondered at how she could have been killed by her own Clanmate so easily.
"I have come with grave news... and a prophecy that may help the suffering forest." Spottedleaf mewed softly. Littlecloud pricked his ears, his eyes widening.
"I'm listening." He meowed softly.
"There have come cats with strange abilities, strange gifts that outweigh even the power of StarClan. They must unite, Littlecloud. They must unite with the Clans to drive away the threat of SilenceClan." She said gravely. Spottedleaf dipped her head and turned to go.
"Wait!" Littlecloud called desperately. Spottedleaf turned.
"What is the truth behind your death, Spottedleaf? I must know." He meowed. She looked down at her paws and then back up.
"Another death is coming to the forest. The name of my murderer will come with her last breath. RiverClan's leader will tell you." She meowed. Littlecloud blinked.
"Stormstar? But... how... could she know...?" Spottedleaf said nothing, only turned and walked away, her pawsteps leaving faint star patterns.
"Remember, Littlecloud. The chosen ones must unite." Her voice faded away and left him alone. His heart was filled with grief as he opened his eyes. He turned to Runningflight and Flameheart. He feared for them. So many medicine cats lately... could Spottedleaf have meant one of them knew? One of them would die and their secret would be known only by their death? He felt a cloud of foreboding settling upon him. These are dark times... He thought grimly.
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Post by bluebrook3 on May 18, 2009 18:20:00 GMT -5
(So who are the chosen one?)
Featherrain ran was just starting to awaken. StarClan didn't come talk to her, which made her depressed. She had a feeling they were angry at her for liking Badgerkit, almost Badgerpaw.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 18, 2009 19:20:02 GMT -5
OOC: .... well it's kinda obvious when you think about it ^.^ Don't worry you'll figure it out *mmff*
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Post by bluebrook3 on May 18, 2009 20:01:56 GMT -5
(The Medicine Cats?)
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 18, 2009 20:54:15 GMT -5
Noope. It's a plot B-Claw and I cooked up. >  Well... yeah... It's relitively unimportant... for now. Bwahahaa... |
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Post by bluebrook3 on May 18, 2009 21:05:12 GMT -5
(  I have no idea... ) |
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Post by flameh on May 19, 2009 18:37:03 GMT -5
((I'm confused... Can I be a chosen one?? ;D))
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 19, 2009 19:45:04 GMT -5
OOC: Well B-Claw'll have to decide on that one. I don't mind but she might. *shrugs*
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 19, 2009 22:33:48 GMT -5
[[Naw, remember Des? You said we were keeping this between the two of us to prevent complications... And please don't make the Clans launch their own attacks... It isn't fair... Because if they purposely go and attack SilenceClan TrueClan will be a waste. Defend themselves, sure, but not offense. Please!]]
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 20, 2009 10:03:41 GMT -5
OOC: That's technically what they mean... They won't attack unless things get really bad (aka attacked once more...) And basically TrueClan was created to stop SilenceClan, but the reality of them doing it on their own would be like ThunderClan trying to beat BloodClan alone. Not really realistic... Oh and ok about the whole chosen thing. Sorries to Flameh |
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Post by kelsey . on May 20, 2009 17:16:46 GMT -5
[Maybe two deaths, actually. Bluefeather is going to be murdered by....i don't know if B-Claw wants me to tell...?]
Bluefeather pressed her nose against the cold stone. A sensation went through, a quiet jolt, one she felt every half moon. She saw a bright flash of white and she was in the forest. Or., it looked like the forest. she was in RiverClan Camp. I shouldn't be here...but maybe I'm here for a reason? She padded forward softly. The camp seemed quiet and gray. She she looked around. It seemed as if blood was spattered on the grouund, and her paws were soon red. A large, dark looking tabby stumbled toward her, eyes full of resent. "You're Next!" He shrieked. Suddenly jumping into a speedy run, he brushed passed her, ruffling her fur. She was horrified.
She woke up, but she wasn't in the lit cavern. She was in her own den. The rank smell of fear and murder stained the air. She heard someone screaming her name. "Bluefeather! Oh, nooo..." The voice broke into exasperated sobs. She looked at the ground, following a trail of blood. At the end of the ragged path was a pale grey, almost considered blue, slender body. It was her. She was dead.
A misty shape formed in front of her. "Snowlilly?" Bluefeather said, shocked. The old medicine cat nodded. "Talonstar didn't want me to tell you. I can't live without you knowing. Your....Next...You know what I mean." The medicine cat snapped away, mist gone. Bluefeather awoke for real, shaken and disorientated. Her mind swirled.
I'll be next to die.
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Post by flameh on May 20, 2009 19:18:51 GMT -5
Flameheart awoke. The prophecy of deaths was given to them. She took a deep breath. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "We should have more frequent meetings" the young she-cat suggested.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 22, 2009 20:06:14 GMT -5
[[Remember that there are like 3 times the number of TrueClanners existent and a bunch of kits. I think that whent he kits age a bit we could hold our own... And I think SilC needs to attack TC to see what Fire would do...]]
Rising from his own dream, Thyme shook his head.
"I think we're misinterpreting things. What have we all seen? I think I can help." He said, sighing softly. Why did he always have to be the one to know? What made him so special?
Thyme watched the dazzling green leaves of his dream fall onto the barren earth below. Light played against them, making the land sparkle like amber and emerald. Then, he watched as a river of blood swiftly ran over everything. The light that had once made the spot beautiful played in the red liquid in a sickly manner, and soon cats began to emerge from it. They took forms slowly, rising from just sloshes of a wave of blood to more formed creatures, to perfect cats. One of hem, a black she-cat, stood forward from the group. Her ears were permanently pinned back as if she was snarling, her orange eyes were red with the sights of blood. Her belly speckled white, claws red with horror from her victims. A young kit at her side, and two more to the left. The two were sickly demented, one with a big paw-sized dent in her side. The other shook like a rabid wolf, his eyes showing no pain as he faded away. The other cats began to fade away and new ones were born, but the she-cat stood still. Then she spoke.
"The forest isn't as it seems. The threat is as real as a dream, for now. But watch for the claws of bloodshed lines, who kill and worse for power..." Then she too faded, but in a more sickly manner. Her flesh rotted away, then her muscles and other innards did as well. Soon her bones blew away in the dust, and Thyme awoke with the stench of blood in his nose.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 23, 2009 9:05:08 GMT -5
Littlecloud looked down at Rubyshine's apprentice and sighed.
"I'm afraid Thyme may be right. We should share what we have seen in these troubling times..." He stared at his paws and then looked up.
"In my dream, I was in a very dark place, as if I were floating in some void. Spottedleaf came to me, and she told me that... 'There have come cats with strange gifts that outweigh even the power of StarClan. They must unite with the Clans to drive away the threat of SilenceClan.' And when I asked her who killed her..." He blinked and shook his head, "She told me that a cat would die, and with her last breath the RiverClan leader would know who had killed her, and Foxleaf." He meowed uncertainly. He was certain it must be a SilenceClanner. But it would be important to know something about them. Anything.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 23, 2009 12:23:15 GMT -5
"Then maybe you should talk to RiverClan, Littlecloud." Thyme meowed sadly. He didn't want to say it, but he knew that some of the chosen were already born. As a matter of fact, almost all of them were. And the one that wasn't was about to be. But first, there had to be deciphered other dreams. He nodded and sighed.
"What else?" He asked around. Runningflight looked away, afraid to meet Thyme's gaze.
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Post by flameh on May 23, 2009 15:41:27 GMT -5
((I'm going to make up my dream now))
Flameheart stepped forward. The visions of her parents and the stench of death came to her mind. Tears welled in her eyes, endless torturing visions played through her mind. "I didn't dream of the prophecy" she mewed sniffling. "But I did dream about death" she said lowering her head. She could see the slashing claws meeting the black fur of her father, slowly killing him. She shuddered and feel to the ground. The horrifying visions had a lock on her mind.
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Well... yeah... It's relitively unimportant... for now. Bwahahaa...
I have no idea... )
