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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 1, 2009 6:57:06 GMT -5
Mousedung. She thought with a sigh.
"Thanks, Runningpaw. That's curious about your friend. I've never known anyone else." She said softly. All she knew was that she would meet others one day. One day.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 1, 2009 8:33:37 GMT -5
[[That cat is my kitty Sugar. She is awesome!]]
Runningpaw nodded, patching her up and nodding with satisfaction. She would heal up nicely.
"If anything bothers you let me know." he said with a nod.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 1, 2009 17:55:55 GMT -5
Weepingpaw nodded.
"Of course." She meowed, turning to go. All she wanted was to be away from this place. She padded along with disinterest in her eyes. She emerged into the camp and stared about at the cats. She didn't recognize many of them, but she figured she didn't need to. I won't be here long... at least i hope not. She thought without moving. She looked like a statue, with fearless and unblinking eyes and long, strong limbs.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 1, 2009 21:17:44 GMT -5
Runningpaw sighed as he cleaned up his herbs, wondering what was really going on in his Clan.
Willowsong had gone off hunting with the persistent tom Hawkeye, and had met up with Rootclaw along the way. The tom was very handsome indeed. She hoped her apprentice would be okay.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 1, 2009 22:10:22 GMT -5
Weepingpaw stood and stared into the sky for a few moments. What do I do? She wondered, feeling her chest ache with indecision. I have to get somewhere... I have to get away and think. Weepingpaw padded towards the place that had been pointed out to her where cats made their dirt. It's my only shot. She thought. She needed fresh air, away from the noise of the Clan. Weepingpaw closed her eyes and focused. She felt her shoulder throb as her fur seemed to melt away. The she-cat padded out into the camp, her body unseen as she raced into the reeds of RiverClan. She allowed her powers to subside near the river. Her breath came out in harsh little gasps and she stared sadly at the water.
"What am I going to do? Everyone I know is dead." Or at least... anyone that will help me.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 2, 2009 7:10:31 GMT -5
"But Reedwhiker, I promised!"
"And you're the cause of all this trouble." The stern tom said disapprovingly. His eyes glittered unhappily as he stared her down. She pulled back her ears and nodded with a sigh.
"I thought you'd see it that way. Please, let me go!" She begged, her fur littered with shimmering white stars. The tom, who was a proud silver tom, shook his head sadly but turned to the other four.
"What do you think?" Three of them shook their heads sadly, but the autumn-colored tom just stared at her without emotion. Sighing, the she-cat nodded and turned to go
"I will go, Riverstar. Thunderstar, you know me well. I was good for the Clan once, and will be again." The two leaders looked at one another and nodded in agreement. It was settled. The golden she-cat would go instead.
Willowsong hurried over to her apprentice, having spotted her and wondered what was wrong.
"Everything okay?" SHe asked with a friendly smile.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 2, 2009 8:10:59 GMT -5
Weepingpaw turned and tried not to glare daggers at her mentor. It wasn't her fault, after all. She tried to rustle up a smile but it came out as half-hearted.
"Yeah, I just needed some fresh air." She meowed gently. And a plan. Her eyes returned to the river and she thought about how cold it had been, how it had struck her and swept away not only her body but her memories, as well. But they've returned. You haven't beat me yet. Weepingpaw thought. She knew who she was. She knew her name. She knew her destiny.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 2, 2009 11:37:59 GMT -5
"Well, I'll leave you be then." Willowsong said with a smile, turning and padding away.
Smiling sadly, she padded beside her golden friend. The two were old associates and dear friends.
"I will keep them safe." The golden she-cat meowed to her reddish friend.
"I broke my promise..." The reddish one moaned softly.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 2, 2009 11:58:04 GMT -5
Weepingpaw stared after her mentor. She's really not so bad. I don't think she means me any harm. With a gentle sigh, Weepingpaw turned and looked back at the river. She had to see to it. She stood and padded towards the border. She knew she could get in trouble, but this was something she had to do. They were so good to me... they treated me as their own. I cannot leave them just yet. She thought, leaping onto one of a series of stepping stones that breached the river.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 2, 2009 17:25:27 GMT -5
[[Since there is nothing for me to write, I will write the StarClan happenings with the two she-cats, which is of course important for TC...]]
The beautiful red-brown cat made her way down to her nest. Once the deep hole had served as a way to the real world again, but it had proved a foolish pool indeed. So now the starry she-cat had made it her home. One spot where a spiral path meandered down had a large gap in it, much too far a jump for any cat. And to leap down to the other end from above would be death or injury, and shock to any StarClanner. But she was experienced in the leap, and leaped with a grace that none other had. After all, she was not from the Clans originally.
As she walked, she stared up at the familiar smooth walls. It was like someone had taken and dug a canyon in the shape of a circle about 100 feet across at any given diameter and with a circumference of roughly 300 feet. It plummeted down roughly 500 feet into the earth, nearly a mile. She had counted several times, but was still unsure of exactly how far down it was. Really far. The walls at the top, or near top, of the large pit were a beautiful, canyon red. But the farther down one got, the darker it got. From reddish-gold to brown, to an eerie purple, to black. About the purple wall color there was a cave of bats, whose eyes watched her pass darkly. She reached the bottom and smiled, glad to be home.
In the darkness of her deep hole, there were two notable things. One was a large tree with four thick branches al sprouting out at the top. It branched into a few twigs, but was mostly just the four main limbs. It had once flowered, but since the pool had been filled in it had never grown a leaf or even bud. In the center of the four limbs, right where they met the tree, was an old bird-nest-like pile of twigs, lined with bird feathers and grasses. The second noticable thing was a large pile of stones beside the tree, with one stone marked with a star. The greyish boulders did not match the one starred rock which glowed an eerie white, not perfect white but slightly whiter than the other rocks.
She clambered up the tree, scratching another core mark perfectly parallel and vertical next to many other score marks. With a smile, she curled up in her bed and dozed off. Or attempted to. Before she could fall into a deep sleep, a voice echoed around the walls. She looked up, noticing a strong and proud autumn-colored tom leap the large gap in the rock. When there had been a continuous path in the rock similar to the Moonpool there, it had dropped down into a somewhat harsh slope. When the rock had been broken away, it had been there so that the jump was not only across, but harsh as it went down.
She watched the tom as he caught himself on the other side of the leap, hanging on the edge. Pulling himself up, he realized he was getting better at leaping it. Hurrying down, he quickly came up to the tree and smiled.
"Hello, Fox." He said with a smile as she leaped down and nuzzled him gently.
"I'm sorry. Just let me remember you, and then I won't keep taking new mates." She said, sighing innocently.
"Only two, and it doesn't bother me. At least we had our kits too." He said with a smile. She rolled her eyes.
"Stupid rules I have to break." She said, rubbing her head against his chin. "Thunder, I wish you hadn't let Riverstar make all the choices." She said with a sigh. Her mate had once been the first ThunderClan leader, Thunderstar, but she still called him Thunder as he still called her Fox.
"I know. I was surprised Shadowstar and Windstar had stayed silent. Windstar had particularly liked Reedwhisker, and had wished she had gotten him to be her Clan's Medicine Cat since he had been so skilled." Thunderstar said with a soft sigh. Fox nodded.
"I just wish I could continue to help."
"You will." He said with a smile, nuzzling his mate back.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 3, 2009 10:04:19 GMT -5
"Come here you stupid kit." That familiar voice growled. The ginger she-kit turned slightly, her ears flat against her skull as a large tabby shape loomed above her.
"Found her." A harsh voice growled as sharp teeth dug into the kit's back. She squeaked as the tom lifted her up roughly and tossed her to the tabby she-cat who was waiting, her claws unsheathed and her eyes glaring down.
"Hiding from me again, were you?" The she-cat hissed.
"No, mama, I wasn't." The kit mewed pitifully.
"Yeah, right. Just shut up and eat what I brought you, you stupid little brat." Her mother snarled, turning her back on her. The kit stared up with huge blue eyes and then turned to the mouse her mother had caught. Her brother and sister were eating it already, and she slunk over and began to bite into its flank.
"Mama's in a bad mood." Her sister whispered.
"Yeah, don't go getting on her nerves. She just might kill you." Warrior hissed.
"What did I ever do to her?" The kit mumbled.
"Oh nothing but be born. Mama doesn't like that mark on your shoulder. I've heard her talking to uncle. She says it means you are destined to save the Clans, and she doens't like that." Lala murmured. The kit's eyes widened.
"I'm destined? Just because of this mark?" She asked.
"Oh yes. But don't mention it to anybody. they'd kill you as soon as look at you. But don't worry. we'll protect you, Sera." She mewed. The kit smiled widely.
"Thanks, Lala. You're the best." She murmured. The kits continued eating, and as they did the little ginger she-kit cast her gaze over the wild prairielands. Wherever you are, father... I wish you would come for me.
In the present day, Weepingpaw leaped across the stepping stones and propelled herself past many landmarks she faintly recognized. She left the forest behind and ran to the moors. She stopped near a thicket and looked around, and then she dove into it. They were still there. She choked on the horrible scent of blood and crowfood as she pushed her way into the small glen that had once been her home. The bodies of her adoptive parents were mangled and probably had been partially eaten by a carrion bird. She padded over to Mourningwraith and began tugging her cold, hard body towards the den. Once she had done that, she went for Foxgaze's. The red tom was heavier than Mourningwraith had been, but Weepingpaw managed to drag him into the cave. After she'd settled them in she leaped on top of the den with all her might. It caved in, and she stumbled and fell onto the ground. She looked behind her and sighed. Now their bodies are buried at last. Their souls can be at peace. She turned away and darted towards the forest again. Now I must find Warrior. She thought as she emerged from the thicket.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 3, 2009 15:56:49 GMT -5
[[Wait, what happened?]]
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 3, 2009 15:59:56 GMT -5
OOC: She went to bury the cats who raised her after she escaped from her real mother. Now she's off to find her brother and bury him, too. where she comes from they believe that burying the dead is a sign of respect that frees their spirits so they can become part of the sky (or join StarClan I guess).
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 3, 2009 16:08:00 GMT -5
[[Depending on how long it has been they'd be eaten away...]]
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 3, 2009 16:08:49 GMT -5
OOC: I already mentioned there wasn't much left. Besides, it'd only be a couple days. Three to be exact.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 3, 2009 18:23:29 GMT -5
[[Really?... xD Oh yeah...]]
Fox watched as her friend parted from her, not using the tunnel tat a select few knew existed. The four original leaders, to be exact, and Fox.
"Goldenstar, much good luck to you." Fox said warmly as she nuzzled her golden friend. She would need all the luck she could get in these dark times. Fox looked over to see Reedwhisker and his mate Jumpingfish watch, saying nothing. Reedwhisker had been a personal favorite of every cat, and Fox was glad to fulfill his sincere wishes. But now she couldn't go back, because she had caused the mess. So turning and padding away slowly, she watched her friend join mortality once more, and dreamed of when she might do the same.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 3, 2009 18:33:54 GMT -5
The kit gasped as she emerged from the cold water.
"Never fall into a river again." Her brother scolded. She weakly clawed her way out and gasped.
"I w-w-won't." She stammered, her teeth making soft clattering sounds as she shivered. Warrior sighed and pressed himself against her.
"Don't worry about it, Scruff. We'll get through this Ok?" He said, smiling at her.
"Who are you?" The voice made the two kits jump. A tall, thickset red tom stalked from the brush, his eyes alight with a menacing blaze.
"I-I'm Warrior, and this is my sister..." He meowed unsurely. The she-kit squeaked in dismay and hid behind her brother. She remembered Lala and how she had died trying to save her...
"What're you doing out here all alone?" The tom demanded.
"Our mama want kill us. Kill Lala." The kit pouted. The tom remained quiet for a few moments, and then nodded.
"I see. Follow me, if you like." He meowed, turning.
"Wait! What's your name?" Warrior asked, racing up to walk alongside the tom. The red cat looked down at the tomkit and smiled.
"Foxgaze." He meowed, widening his yellow, fox-like eyes.
"I like that name! It sounds kinda wierd though." The kit said thoughtfully.
"It's a Clan name," the tom explained. Her eyes flashed with fear.
"You mean Clans of desert? Or forest?" She asked. the tom looked surprised.
"You know about the desert Clans?"
"My mama once live in Clan." The kit replied solemnly.
"Oh. I see. What was her name?" Foxgaze asked curiously.
"Chaos."
Weepingpaw found Warrior's body near a stream. It had taken all her strength to refrain from fetching it earlier, and now as she stared at the decayed remnants of her brother she felt a horrible pang in her heart. His scent was so stale and plauged with death it made her stomach lurch. She attacked the earth with her paws and worked for what seemed like days, though the sun was only just setting as she laid her brother to rest. She kicked the last of the dirt in place and closed her eyes, saying a prayer for his spirit.
"Thank you, my brother. Without you I would not have survived. I promise that I will avenge your death. You will not have died in vain." Weepingpaw meowed. She touched the earth gently once more and closed her eyes.
"May you find happy skies to wander, with Lala by your side."
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 3, 2009 18:48:35 GMT -5
Fox watched her many-seasons grandson, great-grandchildren, and her two many-seasons granddaughter-in-laws. They were a very mixed-up family the lot of them. To think that Goldenstar would be training with her own blood relative. She sighed, thinking again about her mate Thunder. He had been so good to her. How could she have let him down again?
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on May 3, 2009 18:59:39 GMT -5
The kit sat down in the den and looked up at Foxgaze.
"Why do we keep coming here?" She asked.
"We're waiting for someone." Foxgaze replied.
"Who?" She demanded.
"A friend of mine." The tom replied, his whiskers twitching. Warrior sat playing with a leaf, his tail tip twitching. Ever since they'd met Foxgaze the two had felt more protected and carefree. But the she-kit still was haunted by Lala's death, and she wished she could be as happy as Warrior seemed.
"Hey, Foxgaze, what's going on?" A she-cat padded into the glen, her eyes wide.
"I found these kits nearly drowned and fleeing some familiar faces. The she-kit's a Salinka." Foxgaze meowed gravely. The she-cat looked down at the kit and smiled.
"What's your name, sweetie?" She asked. The kit looked up at her and blinked.
"I'm Mourningwraith." She prompted. The kit opened her mouth.
"I'm..."
Weepingpaw padded across the stepping stones, wincing as water washed over them and drenched her. The river was close to flooding. She was glad that Liontail had rescued her. The young apprentice darted up the slope and into the reeds. She cleaned herself up, making sure no scent of death or dirt were lingering on her. She then padded into the camp, wearing as disinterested an expression as she could manage.
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Post by kelsey . on May 3, 2009 19:46:29 GMT -5
Chasinglight padded up to her adopted daughter. "Where were you? I was worried..." A certain sentence triggered her memory.
Where were you?
"Where were you?" Darkscar hissed viciously, pushing Chasinglight down. Chasinglight hissed defiantly, staggering to her paws slowly.
"Wheres our kit?" Darkscar spat, scraping his paw across Chasinglight's flank. she shrieked in pain and stared at Darkscar, fear clouding her eyes. I knew I should have never mated with him. I'll die now! she thought, looking away.
"ThunderClan. I can't raise her...I don't love her. I don't love you." Darkscar looked blank for a second. He then smackd her with his paw in the face. His claws raked her skin. She felt hot blood trickle down the side of her face.
"Queens are supposed to love their kits. You traitor! I'll tell the Clan all about your little drop off. How you are not a worthy mother." Chasinglight's eyes flashed with despair.No! She thought grudgingly. She looked up at Darkscar, eyes burning.
"You tell, and I'll kill you." She said slowly, claws digging into the geography. He snorted in laughter, his voice mocking her, making her angrier.
"You don't have the guts. Your a coward." Darkscar said smugly. Suddenly, a flash of claws hit his throat, and his world was spattered with blood. He felt dizziness spiral over him, And then everything was black.
"I'm sorry. but you deserved it." Chasinglight said quietly. It was a mistake to have a kit with this monster. She left Darkscar's body where it was, in a spread of mushrooms. It would hide her scent. As she walked away, she smiled slightly.
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