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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2015 1:59:01 GMT
Large paws hit the soft earth, every so often sinking in leaving indents, right next to him, a much smaller set. His, formed a steady line, while the others appeared to bounce haphazardly all over the place. Occasionally a care free snicker or giggle could be heard, followed by a slight snort of annoyance and a flick of the ear. This continued on for what seemed like hours until the hill came into view. The hill was lovely this time of year, not to hot not to cold. Soon the leaves would be changing color lighting things on fire , and for some reason the tom found this incredibly relaxing. It was a change of pace from seeing bodies or offering assistance in his travels. Only because it was the right thing to do. For the most part the tom shut himself out, ever since Sunpaw, his previous apprentice died, he had not cared for another cat since then.
He grunted as a little body ran into him. He looked down, his one amber eye narrowed into a slit, a scolded look as his tail tapped the smaller body. "Jay enough of your pitter patter you are going to wake the bears." The large black tom waited for Jay to silence before letting his muscles relax. The small gray she-cat was just like her mother, and it pained him to even look at her. Granted, Sunpaw had been a cream calico pelt, the personality just...spoke Sunpaw all over her. Carefree, happy, enjoying the world and Eveningblaze couldn't even hold his own daughters gaze without his mind flashing back to all those warm nights, all those days it was just easier to pretend not to know her somtimes.It was harsh, but if it meant keeping his own sanity, he would do it.
"Dad, we all know Bears don't go to sleep until winter that's just silly. But I may wake up......THE MIGHTY FOREST CATS!" The fluffy gray she-cat pounced at her fathers ankles nipping at them playfully before rolling on her back her blue eyes beaming with happiness. She didn't understand her father, she had heard stories about his past but she didn't comprehend everything, perhaps because she didn't live in the time of the great clans. She huffed before rolling back onto her stomach, shaking the grass from her pelt. "Why are we going here anyways what do you expect to find. Just because you had some dream..." When her father whipped his head around to look at her, Jay quickly stopping talking and looked at her paws, walking in silence.
"I told you do not call me dad, I am a healer you address me as Eveningblaze. Second you don't know how dangerous these cats are, we've avoided all interactions until today. So just keep your jaw shut until I figure out if its safe." He picked up the small she cat placing her delicately on his back and continued onward. Having her there was much easier than having to chase her around, he would be able to protect her. Soon he was at the spot where the leaders once stood to address the clans. He took in a deep breath. If StarClan told him to come here there must have been a reason. Perhaps others would come here. Perhaps others would want answers, to remember what life was once like. "They are coming..." The large tom lowered himself so Jay could sit beside him. He stood in front of her, muscles flexed his one good eye scanning the tree lines. He let his burnt and scarred side move back and forth as well, if he didn't scare away his enemies with his strength, then his face would surely do the trick.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 20, 2015 5:39:16 GMT
Boltfang walked slowly towards Aurora hill, His mind was set on moving forward, but he felt the need to come back to this place, just one last time, if only to see what he was going to leave behind. As his paws pressed into the dirt, his still healing right paw stung as his body weight fell onto it. Each step was a dulled version of the last pain stab. Growing evermore dull as he traveled onward. As his destination came into view he couldn't help but begin to wander, not physically no, he kept to his slow pace of movement, once cautious step after the next. No his mind began to wander. It began to wander to the day the clans finally arrived here. Their new start.
This place holds nothing but pain for us both.
I still feel like we should be going here....
I don't care what YOU think, I'M telling YOU it's BAD. LISTEN for ONCE, PLEASE!
No.
ARE YOU SUICIDAL!?
No, you are. You always argue with me over what I want to do with MY life. And I'M suppose to be ALONE, or did you forget that part?
...
Silence fell on Boltfang's inner thoughts, whatever that voice in his head was, it always seemed to go away whenever he pointed out he was alone. Was it scared he was right? Was he actually crazy? Did that matter? All of these probably life threateningly important questions would go ignored by Boltfang, he had no reason to worry about them, the answers would either come or he would never know. He looked up at his destination again, Reaching the base of the hill he looked around for any place to relax for a while out of site. he was tired and needed some rest, so finding a near by tree he perched himself on top of one of it's branches, and lowered his head, hoping to fool any would be attackers into assuming he's asleep, so he could get the jump on them, if the chose to mess with him.
Your plan is to just sit in this tree, for no defined reason, on a hunch.
Yep.
Do you think Starclan is going to magically appear in front of you and tell you what to do? They had abandoned you a long time ago, you have no reason to even follow their teachings anymore, it's all lies anyway. Move on.
You know something? No I'm not moving on. For all that hate you have built up, you were at one time a warrior, and from what I heard, we were a damn good one for a time. if Starclan had abandoned me, and all of us, none of us would be here, So no I will not move on. I'm going to sit right here and hope they bother to look at an old cat once more.
(OOC IDK if this matters, But Boltfang was leader of the To Be Stormclan, he was about to get his lives when the darkness showed up, if we want to do anything with that.)
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 20, 2015 17:59:47 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
Red as blood, a full moon shone above the clan-grounds. When it had first risen, Starlingfur had stopped dead in her tracks. Never before had she seen such a thing. It was as though the sky itself had been poisoned by the clan-grounds bloodshed. She'd never been much one for faith or the heavens, but Starlingfur knew that this meant something. The youngest kit could see that, medicine cat or no. Immediately she'd gone to tell her mate and daughter, Birchtail and Ravenmist in their home beneath Dawnclan's territory. It couldn't be coincidence that so soon after they'd returned to these lands that the moon should bleed. Starclan had to be calling them to the Aurora Hill, hadn't they?
And so they'd gone. It had taken plenty of discussion of course. With Ravenmist and Starlingfur being as they were, nobody knew whether they should really go or not. But the sign was clear, and eventually they'd decided. All three of them, trekking from the depths of Dawnclan's territory to the height of the Aurora hill. Once this place had been a peaceful place- a place to meet during the full moons and discuss clan business. Any bloodshed here would earn you Starclan's righteous fury. Now bodies lined the grass and the scent of iron seemed stained into the air, sickening Starlingfur to her stomach as she padded to the hill's center. She tried not to look at their faces, and beside her Birchtail did the same.
After a time of walking, the peak finally came into view. The red moon bathed the clearing in blood, and Starlingfur didn't want to think about how much of it was real. There was a reason that she and Birchtail had been gone from this land for so long. Raising her muzzle to the air, the she-cat tested for scents. Other than she and her companions, three reached her nose. Two toms, one she-cat. ... So it had been a call from Starclan. Or at least, other cats had thought it had been. Padding further into the clearing, Starlingfur kept on guard. Fur prickled along her spine and copper eyes darted from one tree to another. You had to be careful in these times- especially with dark omens about. Starlingfur was neither religious nor superstitious. But the clanborn Birchtail having spoken more deeply on the matters had put her on edge.
It took her only a moment to notice the cats in the center of the clearing. The fallen tree on which the leaders had always spoken to address the clans was not vacant. Instead, it was occupied by two cats. A black tom, face half-scarred, and a little gray she-cat. Starlingfur instantly recognized the tom.
"Eveningblaze?" copper eyes widened as she took a step forward. Any cat among the clans would recognize a medicine cat. Especially Starlingfur, who had once been Dawnclan's deputy. This tom was formerly Thornclan's healer, although she didn't recognize the kit beside him. Although she recognized one of the cats, Starlingfur didn't let her guard down. There was still caution in her deep eyes, and the fur along her shoulders stood. But neither her voice nor stance held any aggressive intent. Beside her, Birchtail shifted from paw to paw.
"So there are other cats here." He couldn't hide the nervous shrewdness to his voice. He was just close enough for his fur to brush Starlingfur's, and she could feel his discomfort as he looked around the clearing. Searching for any other cats that may have still been in hiding no doubt.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 1:48:12 GMT
His one good eye scanned the clearing as more and more bodies started to fill it. He shifted his weight carefully stancing in front of Jay. He hadn't been around this many bodies since ThornClan was around and that was moons ago. It made him nervous to be around this many cats. His ear twitched as a familiar tone echoed through the clearing. He turned his harsh gaze towards the old DawnClan deputy. "DawnClan wannabees how nice. Looks like you all stuck together." He eyed Birchtail Starlingfur and Ravenmist with a slight smirk on his face. The black tom had a feeling he would be able to get away with whatever he wanted he was the only known healer around, no one would do anything if they did everyone in the area would be as good as dead. The power he head over everyone here was quite intense. He enjoyed it.
"The red moon.....it must be a sign from StarClan. Eveningblaze would know hes a medicine cat."
The black tom swung his head his gaze resting on Honeyheart who had just walked into the clearing, three younger cats followed her he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes before giving a scowl startling one of the little ones. He assumed they must have been Honeyhearts kin they way that one of them held themselves. A royal family...more like royal twits. "Honeyheart, sweety, you always assumed the best things....but StarClan has been silent for almost 12 moons they aren't talking to anyone not even me. Why do you think I gave up on this dead hooligans the warrior code and what they represented is complete trash...." He could see the ginger she-cat tense up and for once, the twisted tom had a smirk of victory planted on his muzzle. He knew the right things to say to get to the cats in this forest and he quite enjoyed it.
However, she was indeed right. StarClan had been speaking to him, sadly much to often for his taste. Giving up the clan ways completely had angered them, most losing their faith had made StarClan almost vanish, however those that still believed kept them going, and it was time to bring forth what should have never went away. The Clans. However he would never admit that. He would sit here for his own amusement watching the cats squabble over something that was incredibly quite simple. Was it really that difficult to see?
"That was a BIT harsh don't you think Eveningblaze. I knew ThornClan cats had big mouths but for the forests sake keep your trap shut"
Eveningblaze turned around and was soon nose to nose with a smaller black she-cat. Her fur bristled, claws unsheathed. He too stood up, a growl forming in his throat. "Just what do you think you are going to do. Looks like the BirchClan heartache has a friend. Look...what are you going to do kill me? Then what?" He could see her starting to question her actions and this pleased the black tom to know end. "Sheath your claws kittypet because I am the only one with herb knowledge you kill me you all die this leaf-bare of sickness, and all of the cats will know just WHO to blame. " Eveningblaze watched as Scorpion sheathed her claws before taking a seat next to her friend Honeyheart and her two kits. "So....we all saw the red.....but don't even look at me StarClan has been silent. Why did you all come here todayy versus all the other full moons you all skipped out on, please....ENLIGHTEN ME" He mewed, a large smirk planted on his muzzle
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 23, 2015 22:21:18 GMT
Boltfang's eyes opened in the night sky, Ice Blue eyes dimly glowing in the night as they looked around from the tree branch perch.
That was loud...
"Yeah.... loud..."
Boltfang's eyes raised towards the sky, the moon glowing a full red, sending a cold shiver down his spine. If he could remember anything of his past, he remembered that the Color Red still made his heart feel like it skipped a beat. But that's not why he awoke, he awoke from the voice piercing the silence. It was a voice, another cat!
Boltfang's eyes looked down from his perch towards the origin of the voices, after a short climb down he made his way over towards the sound approaching quietly and trying to keep some distance, in case he needed a quick escape. But his body slightly relaxed as he approached the small formed group, a familiar scent filled his nose.
She's somewhere around here.
I'll take that as a good sign
Then you're a bigger fool than I imagined
Boltfang stopped when he felt he was close enough to listen in and not bother anyone, sitting in the shadows the moon cast on the hill.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 24, 2015 1:35:28 GMT
Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change.
Harsh as the light from the red moon may have been, shadows dark as the void lingered around the clearing. Darkness crept from the trees, and the warm Green-Leaf night air felt sticky as blood. It felt heavy and suffocating in the lungs of one she-cat, hiding expertly within the darkness. Perhaps it was only she who felt the humidity like claws around her throat. After all, it wasn't as though the she-cat hiding within the darkness had much fur to dilute it. Or protection of any kind, save for those shadows. There was a reason she didn't step forward, even as she recognized cats she'd once known. One she'd once played with, another whom had been akin to a second mother. Many she didn't recognize, their scents faded from their clans but still hinting their origins.
She longed to join them, but anxiety and distrust held her back. Fear. Still, her eyes glowed bright from the gloom. Unmistakable- one blue as the sky, one golden as the sun. She waited, and watched.
Starlingfur, Ravenmist, and Birchtail stood together. She knew them well. Or had known them, at least. She wasn't so sure any more. They looked older now- more tired. Distrust and nervousness lit Birchtail's green eyes. The same eyes that had once been bright with laughter as he played with she, Ravenkit, and Dapplekit. No, not her. That wasn't her life anymore. It couldn't be. She didn't deserve it. She wasn't Sandkit of Heatherclan, Sandpaw of Duskclan, or Sandfall of Dawn. She was Tornpelt. Breezeclan refugee and now scavenger. This was her life. When the clans had self-destructed, she'd thought that it had all come to an end. But now...
Eveningblaze had been easily recognizable as the Thornclan medicine cat. Everyone in the forest knew his face, even if they'd not heard his voice. Tornpelt still recognized him even now, despite having never been Thornclan's biggest fan. He seemed to be the one with the most control here, and no doubt. With the clans fallen and cats turning against eachother like wolves, anyone would turn to a medicine cat for guidance. Either that or their own claws. And though Tornpelt had tried her damnedest to keep hers sheathed since this war had begun- no more death would be on her paws, no more - she knew how many had turned to violence. And where had that gotten them? A basin full of dead cats and broken hearts.
That was why she'd been so surprised to find them all here. Tornpelt had intended to leave tonight. The moon had been a sign for her- returning to the clans had been a horrible mistake. Their blood had stained the moon itself. One last visit to the Aurora Hill. One more time to pay respect to her ancestors, and then she would go. Where, she hadn't known. But to find so many other cats here- cats that she knew.. Well, that had been unthinkable. And yet here they are, going on and arguing with one another under that red light.
Eveningblaze spoke of Starclan abandoning them. Birchtail hissed, and Starlingfur was obstructed from her view. Cats weren't happy with this accusation. But after all that had happened, how could they still believe? They were all murderers. She was a murderer. Starclan had cast them out, abandoning them for their crimes. Just as they'd done to her. It would have broken her heart had it not already been dashed long ago, but couldn't they see? Tornpelt had loved her clan life with all of her heart- wanted nothing more than to do good- and Breezeclan had still fallen. It was their faults- all of theirs. Hers.
But if they'd all been brought back here by something.. Some force..
Tornpelt wasn't a thinker. She wasn't a schemer, and she wasn't a planner. But this had to be more than coincidence, hadn't it?
"Starclan has abandoned us. But something's brought us all here." she called out. Her voice was hoarse both from disuse and old wounds as she stepped forward into the clearing. Red moonlight reflected off of her body, lighting her scars ablaze and shillouetting her form. Bicolored eyes looked around the clearing, and Tornpelt's heart skipped a beat. There was a reason she'd spent so long alone. So many eyes on her. They're looking at your scars, they know you're a murderer, shut up shut up shut up! Panic burned in her lungs as eyes focused on her but she forced it down. What happened to the cat you once were? Always vying for the attention of every cat- doing every little thing you could to be in the spotlight. "I'll tell you why I didn't come to the hill during the past full moons. I was weak, and I was afraid. Afraid of what I might find, and afraid of what the clans had become. We all were. All are by the looks of it." she snorted in spite of herself, trying to remain calm through humor. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I came here to say goodbye to this place. I'm no medicine cat, but the blood moon seemed like a sign to move on. Instead, I found a bunch of others all gathered here and squabbling like kits. As warriors do." She could feel her strength returning as she spoke. A spark of that cocksure warrior she'd once been. "But there are a good few cats here and nobody ripping out anybody's fur. Yet." Not that she would have any to be ripped. "Sign or not, considering the past year that's something."
"I came because... It seemed like... yes, something." a voice from across the clearing spoke up. Starlingfur, voice slow and meticulous. She would recognize that style of speaking from anywhere. "I don't know if Starclan really did send a sign, but this is more than any of us have gotten over the past twelve moons. Or more than I have, at least... And whatever it was... Whatever this is.. It got us all here. Meeting without bloodshed." Had she always been so good with words? Times... really had changed them all it seemed.
"I came because after everything, I still believe that Starclan hasn't abandoned us! This has to be a sign from them, even if none of us have been spoken to!" it seems her words had set off something, as murmurs rippled through what few cats had been gathered.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2015 2:02:20 GMT
Eveningblaze turned his head, as murmurs echoed across the clearing. IT was like some cats were scared to speak up. So his words had started a movement of responses. He puffed out his chest eyeing each voice as they came through.Perhaps it wasn't a sign, perhaps it was, only he would know for sure and that was information he wouldn't share. He watched as Scorpion calmed taking her seat amongst the others.
"I came because I am a survivor. Without the guidance and hope I would not have made it as long as I did! StarClan may be silent but our ancestors have not abandoned us, we are what is left. We are THEEE Clan cats." It was a black she-cat who had spoke. She had stayed silent for most of the interactions but she would not have this continue the way it was going. "Look at us.....what have we become. Some of us have killed for no reason...just because we can. Some of us stopped teaching young ones the ways of the clan, look at that moon Eveningblaze you know as much as the rest of us that moon is red because we made this forest run red. We are blinded by so much darkness we forgot what it meant to be one!" Ravenmist stood up much taller now. She took a deep breath exchanging glances with Birchtail and her mother. Silence was no more, it was time to speak up or die trying.
"We are under the same moon, we are under the same stars, we under the same sun, we live in the same forest, we are all homeless, besides what clans we came from how different are we REALLY?" She heard some murmurs of agreement, others still not ready to speak. The black she-cat made her way towards the log where the leaders once stood. Perhaps she was overstepping her boundries, she noticed some cats shifting uncomfortably. She snorted as she gracefully leaped atop of the log. She was no longer at eye level, she was no longer equal. She considered herself above these cats below her now. She could see fur rising on the backs of some, claws unsheathed. She did not let this intimidate her. In fact, she let it power her.
"You may come to say goodbye to Aurora Hill, but that is not why I came. I came because I saw the moon red, red for the sins we have all caused. None of you can stare me in the eye and say you did not play apart in someones death good or bad, that you haven't done something you may have regretted later. WE made this moon red, so it is our job to fix it." Ravenmist looked as some cats hissed and snorted moving towards the back of the crowd while some murmured words of agreement, others stayed silent curious as to what this she-cat was doing. What she was doing was incredibly bold.
Eveningblazed listened with a flick of an ear. He had never personally been a fan of Ravenmist, but the she-cat had heart and guts. He sat posed in a bold manner. His ego was currently reflected in the way he presented himself. He sized up the new comer, so she had come to say goodbye Ravenmist had come to say hello. He snorted as she continued on with her speech. "Who died and made you queen of the twig. Enough of that. We all know we all came for different reasons. So lets get on with it. We came for closure. We can see others are still alive. We can see SOME of us have bigger spirits than others, congratulations that doesn't mean anything. We can all go home now" Eveningblaze mewed. He stood up shaking his pelt. He had a feeling this would go sour. It would only take one cat to think they were high and mighty to ruin it and lo and behold there stood the cat. He was surprised honestly he was expecting it to be someone else. He stood up to leave however, a high pitched mew and voice made his blood run cold.
"But daddy....we don't have a home to return to we are always running...." It was at that moment that the murmurs stopped. They had no home. The cats were always running...and from what? The dark forest? Themselves? The truth? Each other? No one had a home...all these cats were homeless fighting for survival, the small gray she-cat spoke the truth. They had no home....they were homeless.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 24, 2015 2:27:42 GMT
"Regardless of where she sits in leadership roles, She speaks the truth. "
The voice came from a dark gray tabby tom walking slowly towards the group. His paw steps were slow and confident. The Tom made his way to the group of cats taking a seat not to far away from the others, looking the group over. He took a small breath before speaking his piece.
"Weather Starclan is here or not, should no longer be of any of your concern, if they are, they will make themselves known in the times to come. What matters now is that we are here, together. All former friends and enemies. And we need to ensure our survival and our futures, because we can't survive on our own any longer. You are welcome to keep trying, but some of you already have companions you are traveling with, are you willing to risk their lives further, knowing that you had a chance to at least give them a better life? If you are then you shouldn't be here, thank you for coming to say goodbye, now that you've done so, get lost. but for those of you that are here for that other reason you can't ignore, it's time we start thinking about Rebuilding."
The tabby Tom was one who's voice wasn't often heard, but when it was, it was filled with passion and devotion. Thunderstar's Blue eyes looked over to Ravenmist, Filled with Respect for his former Deputy.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 24, 2015 3:06:40 GMT
When I return home, I will swallow every horrible thing I have done here and i will smile when I'm with her.
The scarred stranger had started something that had become a rallying call. First Starlingfur, then he, and now Ravenmist spoke on their reasons for returning. Birchtail felt pride swell in his heart, along with something else. Loyalty? Hope? The anxiety of the situation still weighed on his chest, but as another voice sounded from the back of the crowd he felt it melt away.
Thunderstar. The last leader that Dawnclan had had before the collapse. His voice rang loud and clear, full of passion throughout the clearing. He may have never been a true leader with the nine lives granted by the stars, but he certainly spoke like one. Beside him Birchtail could feel Starlingfur shifting from paw to paw, and the hairs began to prickle along his own shoulders. They were right. On our own, they could survive.But was it really living? Maybe it was because he'd been clanborn, but ever since the fall he'd yearned for the structure of patrols. The warmth of the warriors den. He loved this life with Starlingfur more than anything, but.... Starclan if they didn't have a point!
Stepping forward, Birchtail nodded. "There are young cats here. Apprentice aged cats. Kits, pregnant queens. The Leaf-Bares here are harsh- this past one is evidence! How are we all to survive alone for another one, when the snow reaches our ears? And do you really want your kits to be raised outside the code, like rogues and savages? Never knowing the companionship of fellow apprentices, the joy of a warrior ceremony, and never having a true home? Like we've been living over the past seasons? Or do you want them to be warriors!" he looked from Starlingfur, to Honeyheart, and finally to Eveningblaze. His green eyes were passionate yet hard. "I know that I don't want my kits to be born into a live of suffering and bloodshed. And I know that I don't want to live that life either. Not now, not ever." he meowed finally, shaking his head and stepping back.
"Ravenmist.. Birchtail... Thunderstar... They're all right." Starlingfur murmured. Quietly at first, but her voice picked up volume. "The life of a loner may suit some of us here, but does it suit everyone? Does it suit those of you who were born into the clans? I should think not. No, that much is obvious." He'd heard her stories. The talk of what a lovely life being a loner could be. How in her youth, Starlingfur had had not a care in the world other than her next meal. She'd supposedly flourished under that life- but then she'd spoken about how being in the clans had given her a greater purpose. Being a loner could be a good lifestyle- for some. He had to admit that. But not him. Not a clanborn cat. Not a cat with a warrior's heart. "Things might never return to the way they once were.... No, they probably won't. But.... Maybe this is why we were all brought here after all."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2015 3:29:01 GMT
A flame colored she-cats green eyes bounced from cat to cat, taking in all of their words. She listened to Ravenmist who ever so boldly stepped on the leaders branch. She couldn't help but feel for the she-cat trying so hard to move the tough crowd with words. It was obvious some of her previous clan mates rallied with her. However others weren't so keen on the idea and she watched as they left the clearing. It was a shame to see them go, but perhaps their hearts weren't ready to be one yet. Or perhaps they went on their own simply because they had traveled together for so long. She muttered a few things before looking up to Ravenmist. "Let them go....they are not ready to restore their faith. In time in time" It was a slightly older she-cat who spoke. the petite frame of Firecloud from Breezeclan had finally voiced her thoughts after listening to so many. That's all she could muster. They simply weren't ready yet.
"However here some of us still stand after all of that. Why not unite...it is clear what we must do to survive...." Firecloud was once the leader of BreezeClan. She had stepped up when Glacierstar had fallen ill and Featherclaw had passed away from giving birth to kits. There had been no one she took the seat. At the time there was no one suitable for deputyship. She waited until she had found a rogue named Mottled and for some reason something clicked. IT wasn't long until Firecloud stepped down and Motteld stepped up but it also wasn't much later that the forest fell. IT was quite the shame. "Eveningblaze some of these cats are young....and expecting what kind of medicine cat would you be if you just went and walked away we know even the coldest of hearts would not let a queen struggle." Had firecloud been too bold with that statement? There was a moment of silence, a long one. She could see the tom trying to figure out how to place words as if he were seriously thinking, a true medicine cat would not have hesitated.
"Yes....BUT there are others out there who need my attention you are right. What kind of Medicine cat would I be if I just let cats die." He tossed his gaze towards the cats walking away from the group and disappearing into the brush. However he realized that if these cats truely wanted to reunite he would be able to use that for his advantage. He knew StarClan was no longer silent, but perhaps he would be able to convince this babooons that they were. It was not that he had lost his way, but he had been betrayed by StarClan, and cats in StarClan many times over, so why should he give them all of his faith and hope, they hadn't earned it. "Fine...so now what then, we all know the egos of this group will not let us get along and just skip our way out of here. You all decide what you nitwits want to do. I will follow suit....for the time being until I decide I am bored with it." The black tom mewed.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 24, 2015 3:40:53 GMT
Thunderstar looked at those who chose to leave with a pang of sorrow, but it wasn't as though he didn't try, those who stuck around though made him feel a bit better, But the clearing of some cats made it easier to detect others and his gaze was cast off not to far away at another cat sitting not to far off watching the group silently. Muttering something to himself he turned his attention to Eveningblaze and his final words on the subject. That was nice, at least he was going to follow them, but he did have a point, they couldn't just up and walk away like a group, things had to be discussed, like where to start. "Well, not much to go off of, Honestly. We have cats here who are willing to at least try to cooperate. Where do we go from that? Your guess is as good as mine, but if I had a choice. I would like to discuss the matter of the bloodmoon. And more so, Why everyone decided to come here out of the blue on this night. That just seems a bit too coincidental for my taste. Starclan or not, it's all a bit interesting."
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 24, 2015 4:14:40 GMT
When you get to the end of your rope, Tie a knot and hang on.
When they'd first set out for the Aurora Hill, Starlingfur hadn't known what to expect. Perhaps it will have been a sign. Perhaps there would be other cats. Perhaps it may have been nothing at all, just a fluke of nature. But if you'd told her that morning that come midnight there would be talk of cats banding together once more, she wouldn't have believed you. Clan cats reuniting- for better or for worse. Even as she stood here, surrounded by cats of all clans, Starlingfur could barely believe it.
How would this work, if at all? Would they... just.. reform the clans? As though nothing had happened? Looking around the clearing, she saw so few faces. Two pawfuls, maybe more. Maybe less. Things... couldn't go back to just how they'd been. Not after all that had transpired. Not with so few here tonight. If this even was to happen.
She'd been shocked by Eveningblaze's words, although deep down she had understood his reasoning. Perhaps it had to do with being rogue-born- at least in her experience, your faith in Starclan was less. She didn't like the idea that Starclan had abandoned them, but she chose to believe the words of her comrades. Ravenmist was right. Perhaps they'd been brought here to fix the moon- to fix the clans after all. It would be difficult. A long, long process. But... Maybe, just maybe it could be possible.
"... First things are first. If we are in fact to unite, we need to take note of everyone here. Every kit, adult, and elder must be accounted for." her deputy training began to return as she spoke, and Starlingfur moved towards the branch where Ravenmist still stood. She didn't climb it- such was not her place. But all cats here living before the war no doubt recognized her position. After all, once a deputy always a deputy. Her voice rose to ring across the clearing as she went on. "There don't seem to be many of us here, but we must know where those of us who are here stand. These lands have grown dangerous, as all of us have experienced. We must look out for one another." There were no doubt plenty of warriors left to the forests as well. No, there had to be. The numbers here were less than what half of even Dawnclan had once been. A murmur passed through the crowd. Could it even be called that, though?
And then there was the matter of high ranking positions. Leaders, deputies. Looking around the clearing, Starlingfur noted cats from all clans. No doubt if they did organize in any way, there would be cats vying for those positions. "... Decisions on rankings can come later. For now, we are all just cats. Survivors... Warriors. We must organize above all else. Chaos comes from disorganization in large numbers. Recall the panic after your leader's deaths, and those lives lost along the journey for those of you who are old enough." she offered. Both had lead to catastrophy. It was a painful reminder of what they'd become. What they no doubt would continue to go through if they were not careful.
"And then, as Thunderstar says, there is the matter of the Bloodmoon." Would he continue to be Thunderstar? Something flickered through Starlingfur's copper eyes as she looked at the gray tom. He was an obvious choice. However... Before becoming leader, he'd had no formal training. Not a day as deputy had been spent. Nor had he recieved his nine lives. Just after his taking up the mantle the wars had begun. Was he truly fit to be leader any more than any of them? And what had he been doing this past year while his clan suffered? That... That was not her place to question. At least not yet. Blackstar had made his decision. And... as she'd told the others, discussions on rankings could come later.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2015 12:51:21 GMT
Voices continued to echo their thoughts cats took turn talking but for how long would the peace last? Not very. It was a smaller and younger black she-cat who shifted uncomfortably under all the thoughts and opinions before. She had voiced her opinion about Eveningblaze but had been quiet after that. Her claws couldn't touch him because he was the only medicine cat the forest had, and if she ever needed anything....he would leave her like that. She growled slightly before standing up and narrowing her eyes at Ravenmist. She herself had been close to earning her title as deputy, and she had even started to form PineClan with Honeyheart and a few other rogues before the Dark Forest put a stop to it. However, she wouldn't let this she-cat just waltz in and claim the title as if she didn't have to earn it.
"I for one am not going to just let some DawnClan has been waltz in and take any position right from under our noses. Lets face it I won't follow DawnClan, DuskClan won't follow ThornClan, BirchClan probably won't follow anyone because they only cared about themselves, funny how the Dark Forest didn't hit up their clan, did any of you stop and think about that for just a moment?" She looked to Honeyheart apologetically but it was true. While everyone else lost cats, BirchClan was safe and tucked away. All of their cats died from either sickness, or rogue warriors. The Dark Forest never really touched them. They had faird incredibly well. Everyone else had fought a huge war, she had the scars to prove it, and so did many others. "We have myself from StormClan, Firecloud from BreezeClan, you DawnClan airheads, and a couple ThornClan and BirchClan, but this is all just foolish we can't unite, I don't know about you but I have a nice nest tucked away hidden where I haven't been found for moons. Not to mention I've even wandered into BirchClan's old camp totally in tact never touched or raided I would know I tried to form PineClan and used the camp for moons." Scorpion mewed. She stared Ravenmist down with a harsh gaze. If Push came to shove Scorpion could no doubt take her in a fight, it was whether or not the she-cat would try it here. But she had shared voiced her thoughts and that was that.
Ravenmist looked at Scorpion and simply rolled her eyes. She jumped from her perch and circled around the smaller she-cat. Her muscles tense, however she noticed that Scorpion hadn't even flinched. She got nose to nose with the she-cat a slight growl of annoyance rumbled in the back of her throat. "I am not worried about following one cat over the other, but if you were so comfortable in BirchClan's camp perhaps you should go back there. I didn't ask you to want to follow anyone. We all came here for a reason and if you can't play nice in the sand pit I suggest you take your tension elsewhere." Ravenmist started kneading the ground with her claws. However yet again, Scorpion didn't flinch.
Her tail brushed against the she-cats shoulder, although she wouldn't say it outloud Scorpion would be a cat that she would want on the side of reuniting. You could tell she had been training hard, she would be a tough cat to take in battle. However she didn't see it going that way. The older she-cat circled around her once more. "No one asked you to like me, but we have bigger problems to worry about, and I'm not going to let some sharp tongued StormClan has been distract me from figuring that problem out. There are apprenticed age cats here, there are kits on the way, and I will give them a life that we once had....SAFELy." Ravenmist mewed before hoping back up on the branch that overlooked the clearing.
It was at that moment that Eveningblaze focused his attention back the sky, he saw a heavy cloud heading towards the moon and he just chuckled softly. They were still being picky about tension? They could cover the moon but they didn't speak to him until a few dawns ago. He then watched as more shootingstars fell across the sky, and he knew others had seen it as well. "More cats are dying as we sit here and squabble. We don't have time to discuss this now. Those stars are fallen cats being called back to safety. Perhaps those are cats who saw the moon but couldn't make it due to injury or sickness. You all want to give a better life, but instead of talking about it just do it. Eveningblaze flicked his tail in annoyance. Another star fell across the sky and he winced....that was 8. They could have been any one of their clan mates and it was like the cats in front of them didn't care about that.
He growled slightly 9. 10. 11. 12. His claws dug into the ground as cats started to squabble over what the Bloodmoon meant who was meant to lead who could lead. Where would they go. It was at this moment that Eveningblaze lost his temper these cats were foolish. How could they not see it. "Well while you all continue to squabble over things that don't really need to be squabbled over or discussed at this VERY second Stars are shooting across the sky. Congratulations a few of us probably lost some clan mates. and yes congratulations you can all blame yourselves. BirchClan's camp is still in tact, while you all continue to fight and such I will be taking my daughter there. Goodnight to you all." Eveningblaze picked up the small she-cat placing her on his back before walking out of the clearing. The clans would never be able to come back....from what he saw their differences would never be put aside.
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 25, 2015 17:44:44 GMT
The she-cat had stayed in a bush, not wanting to intervene quite yet. She saw her brother, as well as Starlingfur. She spotted Eveningblaze and Ravenmist. She spotted even Firecloud. All familiar faces, but the cats themselves weren't so familiar anymore. Her one eye gazed across the clearing and finally, when Eveningblaze left with his daughter, she stepped out. Her cream fur was smooth as always and she didn't look as if she had changed too much, although there were a few newer scars. She bowed her head to everyone with respect.
"If we are to help those around us, then Eveningblaze is right. We must stop arguing and figure out who will lead us. We need to go back to our old ways. We need a leader and a deputy. A medicine cat. Warriors, apprentices, elders as well. Everyone has their place in the clan. So let us decide on who is best fit for these positions and then go out and find others. We are not rogues, we are Warriors. We do not let the sick and helpless die if we can do something to help.
She looked around. "First thing is first, who do we think could lead us through these hard times?" she asked, looking at everyone with her good eye.
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Birchtail's ears perked at a voice he hadn't heard in so long. He smiled at his eldest sister, tail curling a bit. "It is not that simple, Rookshadow," he responded to his sister. He looked around at everyone. "Look at us. We are not different. We are cats. Fur, ears, tail, paws, whiskers, everything is the same. We grew up as allies or enemies, that is all. Now, we can continue to be enemies and kill each other. Or we can become one and save the young lives. Our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters are counting on us to bring back our noble cause. We let the Darkness destroy us, but now we must fight back the darkness and show them that no matter what, that we will prevail. That we will come swinging back with our claws unsheathed, our hearts strong, and our teeth bared. If one was to lead us, they must want the position. From there on, we can vote on who will lead."
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"And what if we can not decide who will lead us? Will we split off into different groups? Will we be fighting for our homes against this darkness and against each other?" a voice came. Heavypaw moved up beside his mother. He was larger than her now, standing a bit above her.
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A loud, snorting laughter could be heard. The black and white tom came forward, his ears folded. His orange eyes looked at everyone. "There is no need to fight for homes! If we must split, then we must split! we will go rebuild the other camps and renew the territory markings!" Crooked-eye said.
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"This conversation is going in circles," Duskblaze growled from the back of the group.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 25, 2015 18:34:58 GMT
We've heard enough.
I would agree, what should we do?
I think-..More cats....
Boltfang's eyes narrowed as newcomers approached the already shrinking group of cats.Boltfang was looking at all these cats he felt like he should recognize. In particular, the cream colored shecat with one missing eye. Boltfang's ears laid back and he slowly turned around, deciding to walk away from this meeting. Too many cats, who knows how many of them actually knew him, and even more so if they hated him. True he seemed to be on pleasant terms with Starlingfur, but she was the only one he recognized by name. Maybe he would approach one of them at a different time, but for now., he was in no position to defend himself if the worst happened.
"Interesting night.... this was a very interesting night...."
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Thunderstar's ears twitched slightly as more cats showed up to the gathering. Among those he recognized both Rookshadow, a former Dawnclan warrior and Duskblaze, one of those two kits who paled around with Boltfang a while ago. Interesting to see them again, but his heart was slightly warmed, at least some of his former clan survived, and some would thrive it seemed to be. He bowed his head to Rookshadow and his ears rose as she spoke. He nodded when she finished speaking and then the question.
Thunderstar wasn't sure if he was right to lead the clan. He never had much of a chance to lead when Dawnclan was under his lead. Did he want the position? Every warrior sense in his body wanted to say yes, but he respectfully waited to see if anyone else wanted the position, then Birchtail spoke up. Once he was finished Thunderstar added in.
"You both are right. We need to show the Darkness that we are not done, this war was never over and now it's time for round two. We will stand as one and we will prevail. If I'm allowed to, I would like to be one choice for leader. But regardless of who leads us, one day I can promise all of you that your grandkits will be growing up the same way you did, with a warrior to teach them how to be one themselves so they can know what it means to have the pride we once did, and will have again. Like Birchtail said, it's not as simple as picking a leader and following, we need to be willing to set aside whatever differences we may have had before. We're not just cats though. We are Warriors."
Thunderstar's eyes were filled with a fire he hadn't felt in a long time. He was determined to see the rebirth of the clans through his own blood if he needed to shed it.
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A white cat was running along the bottom of the hill, chasing after a mouse in the red moonlight. he was lucky to find his midnight snack tonight, and he wasn't letting this one go through his claws! Until the mouse ran under a black and white wall, that Snowstorm promptly smacked into. If you've ever heard the story of the Immovable object vs the unstoppable force? Well in this situation the object, which was Boltfang, and the force, which was Snowstorms thick skull, both went sliding to the side, with the latter letting out a loud yell in pain, and the former, hissing in shock.
"Watch where you're goin there buddy! That was my dinner!... Snack!"
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