Memories of the Dead (Brambleclaw, Flameh, open)

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The dark she-cat sat with her thick, long tail curled around her forepaws. The wind stirred her strangely wiry fur and caused her eyes to water a little. She blinked and then turned to see a ginger she-cat prowling towards her, a black bird dragging a little as the stocky, fluffy she-cat stalked up.

”Got you some food, sis. How’s the whole watch thing going?” The ginger asked. The grey’s eyes, a strange mixture of grey and pale blue, averted themselves to the vast landscape.

”As good as it’s going to be I suppose. Have you seen Death and Phoenix lately? I’m a bit worried about them.” She sighed.

”As I understand it they went hunting. Wraith probably went with them.” The ginger yawned.

”I see…”

”You look thoughtful, Cross. Anything bothering you?” Cross’s sister demanded. Cross closed her eyes and sighed, bowing her head so that her cross-shaped ginger mark on her neck rippled in the evening sun.

”Not really. It’s just… I was thinking of mother.” She managed a sigh, then turned and looked down at her sister, ”Do you think it’s foolish… to wish things had been different, Angel?” She inquired.

”Not foolish. I don’t think any cat wants to leave their parents – except perhaps Death and Phoenix.” She muttered dryly.

”I guess. It just bothers me on days like this. I wonder where they are… what they’re thinking… I wonder if they regret bearing us all… I never wanted to shame mother or father…” She said sadly.

”You didn’t shame them… but let us have enough of this talk for now. Who knows when those rascally toms will return? And if they do I sure don’t want to be talking about such a sore subject.” Cursedangel said, frowning as she yawned and nudged the blackbird towards her sister. Shadowcross eyed Angel for a moment, then dipped her head and took a bite. I guess she’s right. Shadowcross thought with an inward sigh.

[Spottedleaf ~Dapps]

It seems in this kind of situation that the most expected cat will suddenly show up. And normally that is how it works. But in reality, there's nothing normal and show-up about it. However, bending reality is all reality - so why not mess with it a bit? We'll humor you all and make sure you can see that this isn't just any old tomcat or his accomplice, no sir. One of them is evil, and one of them is darker than any before him. Tell me if you can figure it out.

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Death padded along, a thrush clamped tightly in his jowls. He cast his brother Phoenix a strange glance before realizing they grew near to their sisters. Death didn't care for his sisters. Not saying he hated them, but didn't love them either. Just - thought of them as cats he didn't know too well. He prided himself on not knowing too well. But he was beginning to grow suspicious of Phoenix, the tom seemed happier day and day go by. It was annoying. So as Death dropped his bird at his sisters' paws, he rolled his eyes as he brother bounded up to them with a twinkle in his eyes.

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It had been a pretty good day for Phoenix. He'd caught two mice, a rabbit and had nearly caught two young bluebirds. He also knew that he was becoming more independent - not really, but he no longer felt attached to Death or Cross. Well, he did - but not as much as before. So he eagerly hurried up to add his prey to Death's and smiled his own soft smile, which was quickly wiped away with a startling look from his brother.
"Morning ladies." Phoenix said, turning himself around three times - a habbit of his - and then finally sitting himself down.

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OOC: Nice portrayal. Got Death right for sure. Just remember, the only one he really gets along with is Cross (and only sometimes) and Pheonix gets along with Angel. That's about it. lol. My kittens are so funny :3

BIC: Shadowcross watched her brothers calmly, her expression unreadable. The mask-like white, wispy bands at the corners of her eyes, which stretched to her jaw, made her look somehow chizzled and mysterious. However, the smile she supplied for her brothers did not speak of any such nature. She was honest, sincere. That was what mattered.

"Welcome back, brothers. I hope the hunt went well." She meowed amiably. The truth of the matter was Cross was perseptive - she knew about her siblings, well enough. There was the second born, beneath her - Deathwing. He didn't care for them, but she didn't mind that. They got along, and he was loyal... that was enough. The next oldest was Cursedangel. She was gentle but stubborn and tomish sometimes. Pheonixfrost was next, the somewhat hard-to-place tom who tended to be happy one minute, scared stiff the next, and then angry. Bipolar was probably the way to describe it. Ashwraith was the youngest, and probably the nicest. She was kind yet frisky and her energy outmatched her sibling's put together - even playful Angel's. She wondered where the wild-headed young one had gotten off to now.

"Anyone seen Ashwraith?" She asked with a sigh. She had often questioned their motives of traveling together, but perhaps being raised by two ex-Clanners had taught them the importance of community. Perhaps it was simplier though. Angel and Phoenix were close, Angel didn't want to leave Cross, Cross loved all her family, and Ash loved Cross. The only one left out was Deathwing, who was probably held only by Phoenix's somewhat-sparatic admiration. Either way, they were a familly. Cross knew one day they would probably have to split up - but for now she was content with the way things were.