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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2015 4:19:38 GMT
The black tom had just got in. The gathering had proven to be eventful, he couldn't handle anymore. Seeing all those cats together reminded him of all the past things, things he had done....it reminded him of all the cats he had gotten close to how they had passed. He was better off just being alone. He had let the darkness consume him, fighting for the dark forest, feeding cats death berries to survive, he grimmaced slightly, what had he become? A monster, just as he had always been called. He looked at his reflection in a puddle staring at his two faces, one side of him a monster that could come out at anytime, another a cat who was simply misunderstood and just needed to be spoken to. He growled slightly before turning around. "Jay you can sleep in that den over there. Its slightly smaller so I'm guessing it was once for apprentices go make yourself at home."He watched as his daughter skipped off to explore BirchClan's old camp. He couldn't help but smile. She would be able to live a life....there would be no more running. That little hint about the camp still being in tact was perfect. He walked across the clovers, his eyes eyeing a den which was near the stream that ran through the camp center. He took a nervous gulp. It was time.
He moved forward leaping over the stream with ease. His head peered in and he looked around. The den, despite being unoccupied for moons still once belonged to a medicine cat who lost his life. He took a sharp breath and stepped in, it was overwhelming, the faint scent of cat mint and borage... "There must have been a lot of sickness....a lot of kits...." He saw many nests in here, obviously haven't been slept in awhile, but he knew they were once occupied, a medicine cat once healed cats here. Part of him wanted to just go curl up in the warriors den, but he knew just as much as any other cat that wasn't his calling...the warrior life was great for a few moons, but this is what he was meant to do. He sighed every so softly before pawing through the stores, surprisingly some stuff was still usable. He nodded firmly, he was about to circle around and occupy one of the empty nests when he heard mews and voices coming from not to far away. He growled in annoyance before going to the camp center. Many bodies were pushing their way through the camp entrance and Eveningblaze couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.
"I expected you Honeyheart as this was your old home, and since Scorpion can't seem to shake you I expected her too, but this....all these....THINGS." His eyes fell on the cats walking in. He chuckled softly as they seperated by clan. "Even though they followed us here Honeyheart they stick to where they are comfortable, they will NEVER trust each other...might as well send them on their merry way." Eveningblaze waved his tail irritably at the group of newcomers. "IF you are all going to stay the night, I just sent my daughter Jay into the apprentices den, Honey whatever you want to call yourself, your kits can go there....There is a warriors den but I doubt if any of them sleep near each other, so might as well make yourselves comfortable in the clover beds." Eveningblaze curled his lip into a sick smile. He was amused by the situation. He could tell there was tension and he of course being the cat he was, would continue to feed it.
Honeyheart shifted uncomfortably under Eveningblazes harsh words, she was so used to Owlbranches personality that his blunt persona through her off balance. "Yes I guess so.....I see you made yourself at home in OWLBRANCHS den." He may have been blunt but this was still her old home. It pained her to be in here. SHe had spent countless moons over by the stream teaching Gullwing....training him....telling him she loved him. She looked away and down at her paws. Nothing would be the same.....Eveningblaze was right. Everytime she entered this camp all she could think about was her father.....her older sister Yewfang...her sister her mate....and they would never be back...she winced ever so slightly before turning around to look at the group of cats.
"Well you all heard him, there are dens....might as well explore and get used to each other because we are here and unless you want to go back to fighting every day for your life it looks like we will all be here together....so might as well make the best of it."She watched as her kits went to the apprentices den, not even worried about Jay. At least they didn't have past clan history to worry about. They didn't even know....they would grow up knowing these cats as clan mates....they would grow up with these cats and trust them....but would they be able to trust each other? She took a nervous gulp eyeing Scorpion and Duskblaze, cats whom she had traveled with for a few moons. This was just the beginning....would they be able to make it?
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 26, 2015 4:37:03 GMT
Duskblaze's ears flicked at Eveningblaze's bluntness. He snorted a bit, but remained silent for once. He looked at Scorpion and licked her ear once. "Let me get the others settled. As much as it pains me to say that, Honeyheart brought them here and I'll help her out since she has kits to take care of," he said to the she-cat. Were they mates? He wasn't sure. Did he have feelings for her? Well, yeah! Did she have feelings for him? He sure hoped so. She had been acting a bit grumpier lately, though. He wasn't sure why, though.
He turned and looked at the cats whom had followed them, eyes blinking. He saw a young tom, around Honeyheart's kits' age. He nudged the young kit to the side. "You can sleep with the other kits, boy. Get used to them since you're their age," he said to the tom.
"My name is Lightning! Not boy,"
Duskblaze snorted once as he made note of the name. He watched the kit scamper off towards the other kits, tail held high. He looked around at the others.
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"Dad, why are we here? I thought you wanted to take your own territory...
"Hush, Steam. You saw these cats. They won't trust us. We're fine right where we are."
Stag and Steam were among the cats whom had followed the young she-cat. The two seemed rather awkward, Stag holding his head high and Steam looking very submissive. They settled down near an brown tabby tom with long fur.
"Hello, I'm Marsh-heart," the tom mewed.
Stag nodded once as his son introduced them.
"I'm Steam and this is my father, Stag. You were a clan cat before? That's cool!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2015 5:01:18 GMT
Scorpion flicked her ear as she felt Duskblazes tongue go across it. She wasn't one for personal affection but with all the tension, she felt it soothing. She looked at him with soft eyes, something that didn't happen very often. With her stunt at the gathering with Ravenmist, she was honestly shocked that so many had chosen to follow. Perhaps they realized who the REAL warriors were. She smirked slightly at the thought, she also smirked at the thought of her claws sinking into that she-cats pelt. "Understandable Duskblaze, I'll see if I can't usher cats to dens....we've worked with Honeyheart for awhile and are used to each other, these guys....not so much." Scorpion returned the gesture, her nose gently brushing into his cheek before walking away.
The smaller black she-cat narrowed her eyes as Lightning stormed past her towards the apprentices den. She growled ever so slightly before moving past another small group of cats chatting. It was obvious to her that they had seperated by clan. She rolled her eyes ever so slightly before shouting at the new commers. "You warriors are morons.....you have isolated yourselves yet these are going to be cats you trust on the battle field? IF you think for one moment we are going to be all nice and organize you by clan you are wrong. Suck it up, talk it out." She moved forward running into Mudfang on purpose. She smirked slightly, he was one tom she didn't particularly like, she had heard stories about the BreezeClan tom, it didn't take her long to pick him out of the crowd.
Eveningblaze watched as cats mingled, some once again being organized by clan. The black tom didn't like the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of clan cats from all over the place, he was much more content with the idea of him being back in ThornClan's camp, spending the afternoon training Sunpaw or going over things with his leader....or visiting his mother in StarClan but no....here he was instead trapped being a medicine cat once again....at least as a medicine cat he wasn't allowed to pick favorites.... Eveningblaze decided at that moment he would have no friends....everything that he ever got close to died anyways. "Honeyheart, if you need guidance I am going to be in MY den. I will see you in the morning." The large black tom didn't wait any longer or wait for a response, instead he turned around head held high and walked into the den Owlbranch once used. If he was going to stay here might as well call it his own.
The gray pointed she-cat padded into the clearing. She was getting older, not that she couldn't be a warrior, but being deaf, having many kits, raising many was stressful. The queen decided that she would never go to the elders den but instead simply grow old in the nursery. The one place she was most comfortable. That den was easily noticeable by how protected and low to the ground it was compared to the others in the trees or in the clover beds and over hangs. However her blue eyes fell on a form that she had not seen since she brought him to the DuskClan boarder to be with the cat he fell in love with on the journey. "MARSH-HEART!!!!:" Blueflower ran forward, the deaf she-cat pressed her nose into her sons cheek. She hadn't seen him in moons and he was alive....he was here....and she couldn't have been more thrilled.
Pine watched as Lightning stormed past Duskblaze and Scorpion she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and shook her head back and forth. Who died and made him king of the camp She waited until he was in ear shot before holding her head high, and body being held in a poised position as if she was leadership herself. "I'm Pine....and these are my brothers Gull and Cherry, they are deaf and can't hear you....Honeyheart is my mom and our leader now. What's your name?" Pine asked with a slight smirk on her face.
A smaller silver she-cat stepped forward as well dipping her head ever so slightly as her father taught her to do many many times. "My name is Jay and Eveningblaze is my father. She mewed introducing herself. Jay looked and saw her father walk out of the crowd and into one of the dens. Her heart beat slowed, and her tail hit the clover bed floor. Why wouldn't he accept her? All he did was blow her off. As much as she wanted to run out and curl up next to him, this was her nest now....and ironically far away from her fathers....did he not love her?
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 26, 2015 5:19:13 GMT
The brown tabby tom leaped to his paws as his mother came crashing into him. He purred loudly, although he knew she couldn't hear him. He wrapped his paws around her and pulled her close into a tight hug. He licked her head a few times, tail curling with happiness. He couldn't believe his eyes! His mother was alive and well! He was so happy! He saw the weird look that Stag gave him, but Steam seemed happy enough to see him reunited with his mother.
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Lightning held his head up high as Pine did and smiled brightly at Jay. "My name is Lightning! My parents are dead, but no matter! I am still here, and still all you all need," he said, giving her an amused and flirty look. He purred a bit before looking over at Jay.
"Whats wrong?" he asked, curiously.
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Stone had been beside Mudfang when the she-cat ran into him. He jumped out of the way to avoid any collision, tail flicking a bit. "Goodness, maybe we should listen to that one," he commented to the tom. His jaw was angled oddly due to it having been broken in the past and healed oddly.
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 27, 2015 4:31:31 GMT
Did you cut your hands on me?
Are my edges sharp?
As soon as their family reentered their home--- THEIR home, Cherry stormed off in the direction of the old badger set. He didn't know what a badger was, or anything about it having once been Birchclan's elder's den of course. All he knew was that it was his favorite place to sleep, and now his favorite place to get away from all of this MESS. Ginger fur bristled along his spine and the tom's tail stood as straight as a tree as he ducked beneath the lichen covering. What was going on? Why were all of these cats here? Why had they followed them home! This was their place! Not every cat in the world's!
He'd thought they would be doing something fun when their mother and the black she-cat and the tom had taken them out for a moonlight walk. The moon had been so red and pretty, he'd wondered if it was special. If something good was going to happen. They never got to go out at night! Even those times that he'd snuck out he'd gotten in so much trouble. And then finally, after so long they were finally allowed to go! It should have been a good experience. It wasn't as though he'd been able to hear his mother talking with the other grownups and his sister. It wasn't as if he'd had the slightest clue as to what was going on, other than a nice walk with his family and a chance to explore.
Cherry hadn't expected to find himself in a clearing with more cats than he'd known existed. He hadn't expected the overwhelming scents- the pelts brushing against his- the vibrations under his paws that he just wanted to stop stop STOP. It was too much after so little. Sensory overload, and he was still experiencing it. He was so sensitive to the feelings in the air and underpaw- the scents in his nose roared like wind. He'd loved how their home smelled. Like clovers and water and crisp crisp mint, and they were RUINING IT! Unknowingly he let out a quiet screech of frustration, digging his claws into what moss lined the hole and shredding it as he paced in circles. It smelled like cats now! Strangers! Dirt and iron seeped into the air like rain, it was so palpable it made him sick. He'd wanted to meet more cats, but not like this. Was this what all cats did?!
Stopping his pacing, Cherry padded back to the den's entrance, waiting just inside and glaring daggers at any cat who dared meet his eyes. They might have invaded his home, but they wouldn't take this place. He didn't look all that intimidating- more like a halfgrown kit trying to look fierce- but anger blazed in his heart like he'd never felt before. Mixed with terror, fear, anxiety, and exhaustion.
477 words | Cherrykit | Late Night |
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
Ew. Ew, ew, ew. Ugh, Turtlefrost had wanted a clan-life again, but half of the cats here were either loners or warriors from other clans. She hadn't seen a single Thornclan warrior yet! She couldn't help the fact that the other clans were so weak and foolish, but at least before she could have ignored or fought them. And now she would be living with them. Sigh, it was better than nothing she thought as she padded into camp. Surely her ancestors would be rolling in their graves. Well... Her ancestors were Duskclan. But... s-shut up! That was besides the point! She'd arrived at the gathering relatively late- when cats had already been leaving. She'd heard someone say they were making a group and had decided to tag along near the end. She was late to everything it seemed!
Even if she would be in a clan with rogues and gross, gross Duskclan cats, she needed to take a page out of her mother and aunt's books. Maybe the other clans weren't all that bad. She would stay open to the idea, but it would take a lot of convincing. But she wanted to follow the warrior code again. To be a real warrior. Turtlefrost honestly just wasn't cut out for rogue life. No code, no rules, no reason to do just about anything other than eat and kill each-other. It was no kind of life. She had no idea how this whole clan building thing would go, or if it would even go at all, but if Dawnclan was any example it had to be possible. If those Duskclan buffoons could make a clan, surely anyone could.
Looking around what appeared to be Birchclan's former camp, she sniffed. Yep, lots of different cats. And- wait a second... Was that...? Blue eyes grew wide with excitement as she sniffed again. It was! Starclan, that was Eveningblaze's scent! She would know her cousin anywhere! She thought she'd smelled him in the clearing, but when she'd looked around he hadn't been there. But he was definitely here this time! Whipping her head around, she followed the source. Running as excitedly as a kit, it lead her to a stream on the far side of the clearing. She bumped into a few cats as she passed, but didn't particularly care. This was where he was! "EVENINGBLAZE!" she shouted into the den, "Is that you in there?" Hopping over the little stream, she pushed her way into the den.
It smelled like herbs and dust. And... Eveningblaze! There he was! She'd... she'd thought that all of her family had died either on the journey or the war. First it had been her brothers, and then mama, and then Splashfur.. But here Eveningblaze was, as alive as ever! Worse for the wear but still up and breathing, looking as grumpy as the day he was born! "It's been so long!" she purred, hopping over to press her face to her cousin's as a purr rumbled deep in her throat. The non-burned side, that was. "I thought I smelled you at the gathering, but I must've gotten there too late." she snorted, pulling away and shaking her head. "But here you are! All alive and kicking! Good on ya!" she grinned toothily. Maybe this clan wouldn't be so bad after all!
555 words | Turtlefrost | #184d5f |
Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change.
What... should she do here? Tornpelt stood near the entrance of camp, pointedly away from the other cats as she looked from her paws to the rest of the cats filling the area. The grass here was soft on her paws. It eased the pain somewhat. Much better than the harsh grasses of Breezeclan's former territory, but... This had been Birchclan's camp. She... tried not to think often of what had happened on the journey between Birchclan and Dawnclan- what she had very much been a part of- but it still made her skin crawl. The guilt ate at her, especially here. Looking around, Tornpelt could feel the eyes of other cats on her. Of course they would stare. Most cats seeing such a scarred creature would, she couldn't blame them. In her youth she herself would have exchanged horrified whispers with other apprentices- but it had been quite a time since she was around so many cats. She was unused to this.
There had been the gathering, of course. She'd spoken out, and others had followed suit. But that was different. There had been adrenaline, and that had been the first time she'd seen a non-hostile cat in nearly four seasons. Now, things were different. She knew little to none of these cats, save for the ones she recognized from the journey. Although they wouldn't recognize her anymore. She'd changed identities- changed lives. But such changes had left her with a confused sense of who she was meant to play here.
When she'd joined Breezeclan after moons alone, she'd been cautious. Fearful, desperate. She'd stuck to the sidelines, done her work quietly, and avoided meeting the eyes of other cats. She had just needed to survive for the Leaf-Bare. It hadn't been like her lives in Duskclan or Dawnclan, but she had survived. Most cats hadn't gone out of their way to interact with her, and she hadn't minded. But things here seemed... different. Cats were desperate for bonds- she could see it in their eyes. She would have been too, at a different point in time. But things being how they were- her being who she was... It made things more complicated. It made her.. hesitant to form friendships. Even adverse. She didn't want to want to get close to others, but still craved it so selfishly.
Why had she come? Because Tornpelt was a selfish cat who hated to be alone, even if being with others put them in danger. Because she'd missed clan life- missed her old life. But she couldn't go back to that. So she settled for the next best thing. She didn't know where this 'clan' would go, or if it would even truly become a clan. For all they knew it could fall apart, just like the rumored Stormclan. But until it did, Tornpelt would be here. Working quietly as she did, protecting her future clanmates as best her abilities allowed. And... well, maybe a bit of eavesdropping here and there. It couldn't hurt, right?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 13:57:38 GMT
The black tom stood staring at where he could place stores. He knew he would have to go out soon. He wasn't familiar with BirchClan's old territory, he didn't know what herbs they had access to, how far he would really have to travel to get cat mint or anything that would help with green cough and all of those sicknesses that came with leaf-bare, he muttered a few words to himself when he flicked an ear with annoyance. He parted his jaw ever so slightly as an overwhelming scent hit him. "Oh Dear StarClan please don't be...." Before he could finish his thought process a she-cat came barreling into his den. He curled his lip slightly with annoyance but the she-cat was family, so he couldn't really complain. She pressed her nose into his good side and purred, he however didn't purr back but he did change his stance so it was more friendly and accepting. His whiskers twitched in greeting to Turtlefrost but as soon as the greeting was over he stood up again organizing the den. He was indeed alive and well, but he would never tell her how he had managed to survive so long, it was ruthless and he felt the information to be unnecessary.
"Yes I'm alive, I wasn't going to let no clan cat has beens take the life I want to live away from me. For the most part I traveled alone." That wasn't a lie. Eveningblaze had saved Sunpaw from ThornClans downfall, the ONLY cat he really tried to save. She had been expecting his kits at the time and he wasn't going to let anything happen to her. When the time came to kit all went smoothely he was of course a medicine cat, but when it came to hunting where his skills lacked it took him longer, and when he came home one night she had been brutally killed...and all that was left alive was Jay. Everything he cared about died when he got to close, but he would protect Jay with his life. She would be good at everything she wanted to do, whether she wanted to be a warrior or a medicine cat she would do well with both, he could feel it. "However, I did tag along with Jay for some time, my daughter....I think you two would get along well. She grew up knowing about the code, I wanted her to know what life was like for her old man back in the day." His one orange eye sparkled with amusement before he muttered a few things looking at his herb store.
The black tom wasn't much for socializing however, as grumpy and cold as he may be he wouldn't deny a greeting with family. "She's probably in the apprentices den with Honeyhearts kits and the others if maybe you wanted to say hello." He hinted every so lightly. Its not that he didn't enjoy knowing he had some family left alive, he just wanted to be alone for the time being, he had a lot to think about and didn't want to be bothered at the moment, he honestly didn't want to be bothered at all, but he didn't really have much choice in the matter, he had decided to go back to a clan camp, and now there were other cats, and he would go back into the role of being a medicine cat, as if nothing had ever changed.
Jay looked up when Lightning asked if anything was wrong. She shook her head from side to side in a rapid motion. She tried not to let anything get her down really but she couldn't help but feel her father didn't want her around. He had always given her the cold shoulder for the most part unless he was teaching her about the clans. Which that was incredibly interesting she would give him that much, but she didn't really care for being ignored by the only parent she had left, she after all, did lose her mother and it would be nice to have some bonding with her father. "....oh no I'm fine just spacey is all. I've been traveling all day and honestly could probably sleep for an entire moon." She twitched her whiskers with amusement. The silver she-cat let out a fake yawn before circling on the clover beds. She picked a spot away from the group before curling up into a tight ball, her tail touching her nose and closing her eyes. Tomorrow would be a new day, a new start....hopefully a better day
Blueflower smiled warmly at her son, however something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She swiveled her gaze to what appeared to be another den with a ginger and white tom standing at the edge glaring as cats walked by. It didn't take the queen long enough to figure it out. The way he was nervous, the way he acted. Her eyes went soft as she padded over she didn't cross over to the inside of the den, but instead laid down outside, soft eyes looking at the young apprenticed aged cat. Her tail touched his shoulder ever so slightly as she made a soft cooing noise, something that would be relaxing. She wouldn't be able to communicate with the tom unless he could trust her. She wouldn't move his paws or do anything yet. Blueflower knew what it was like to not be able to hear. She was deaf, her son Marsh-Heart was deaf, her son Gullwing had been deaf, but they had all managed to work through that. She ever so gently lifted a paw placing it on the toms chest barely touching him, then she placed it back on the ground and motioned for him to do the same. "You will feel the words.....I am Blueflower." She mewed slowly and softly. She knew what it was like to be different, hopefully the tom would be able to overcome the overload and trust that she was okay. She was after all in the same clan as his mother.
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 28, 2015 0:19:39 GMT
Lightning watched as the she-cat walked away and curled up to sleep. Psh, what was sleep? He wasn't tired at all! He could stay up all night! Well, that was until he was picked up by his scruff. He squirmed a bit, but eventually stopped, pouting. When he was set back down, he was still fairly close to the other kits, but he was engulfed in a bunch of fur. He coughed, spitting out the long fur that entered his mouth.
"Bentley! I was talking to the pretty she-cats," he complained. He heard the older tom laughing a bit. "It's not funny. You're not my dad, I don't have to listen to you!"
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Bentley looked down at the tom, amused. "No, I am not your father. But yes, you do have to listen to me. I saved you, or have you forgotten?" he asked. He saw Lightning pouting up at him, but the little tom eventually curled up and laid down. "You can speak to them tomorrow. You'll have plenty of time, I promise," he added.
Soon, the small kit was fast asleep. Bentley looked around at the other cats. His blue eyes landed on a horribly scarred she-cat towards the entrance of the camp. He moved carefully, making sure not to wake the kit. He then moved over towards her.
"Hey there! I'm Bentley, what are you doing away from the others?" he asked, sitting next to her.
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Marsh-heart was a bit shocked by the very quick meeting, but he moved after his mother to look down at the tiny kit, whom seemed to be really stressed. He sat beside his mother, remembering how hard it had been to learn how to understand others, as well as read their mouths. He still got confused every once and a while and had to get them to repeat it.
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 28, 2015 18:44:13 GMT
Did you cut your hands on me?
Are my edges sharp?
Cats were moving all over the place. Moving their mouths, sniffing the walls, laying in his clovers, and snuffling around in their dens! Red hot anger burned behind Cherry's eyes, and he felt as though he was on the urge of tears. Amber eyes watered, like holding back a dam, but he forced them to stay there. He wasn't going to show any weakness to these cats! He was strong! And scary! He might not understand some things, like how the grownups moved their mouths or how to climb the vines as good as his sister, but he could still protect this one den.
So when a cat began to move their way into his line of sight, very clearly headed towards his spot, Cherry bared his fangs venemously. Unbeknownst to him he let out a sharp hiss, ginger ears lying flat against his head. His fur stood up just as pointy as the prickles that sometimes fell out of the trees. She was a she-cat. An old one too. She had silvery white and gray fur like puddles, and her blue eyes looked kind of like mama's did whenever he would get rocks in his paws. Who was this stranger to be looking at him like that! She was trying to trick him- to get him to let her into the den! Sneaky sneaky, just like his brother when he was trying to get an extra bite of his mouse. Well it wouldn't work! He wouldn't let anybody in! ANYBODY!
When she made a move to touch him with her tail, he shrunk back with another hiss. Raising a paw with claws unsheathed, he warned her to back away. It was instinct. He didn't know who this cat was. Strangers didn't seem like anything good right now, and he wanted no part of them trying to touch him. Where was Mama? Where were his siblings? Where was the black she-cat and the tom! Why wasn't anybody HELPING HIM! Were they really so okay with cats tramping in and trouncing all over their home? Amber eyes whipped from side to side in panic, but it was so dark outside and the lichen was still in front of his face.
In his nervousness, he didn't have time to duck away when the old cat put a paw on his chest. When she did though, Cherry jerked back as though he'd been burned. And he knew what burning felt like. He and his siblings had played on the big rock when the sun was up more than enough times for him to know. And this had just about the same effect. Was nobody really going to do anything? His eyes were just as wide as if they were going to pop out of his head as another cat padded over, sitting beside the first one. A tom whose fur looked like mud. They were... they were ganging up on him! No no no! Slinking backwards, Cherry disappeared further into the den. GET AWAY FROM ME!
503 words | Cherrykit | Late Night |
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
Turtlefrost's grin spread from ear to ear. She could swear, if she smiled any bigger her face would crack in half. This was wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. Sure Eveningblaze could be grumpy- and it was obvious that that hadn't changed at all! But he was her cousin, and she'd always enjoyed being around him. Starclan, remember that time on the journey when all the apprentices had gotten into a brawl? Oh, they would have so much to talk about! Of all the relatives to survive, Turtlefrost was glad that he was among them. Well... that was kind of grim, actually. She'd rather not think about that right now. So instead, how about focusing on the good things! Like someone ACTUALLY BEING ALIVE!
"You always were as tough as the warriors. Certainly tougher than half of these of these soft-bellies, no doubt. Its no wonder you survived." she snorted, shaking her head. Oh, should she say something like that so loudly? That was something that another cat might have asked. Turtlefrost didn't care though. And she doubted that everyone else would be buddy buddy just yet too. Wait a second- did he say something about a daughter?
Deep blue eyes narrowed, half accusatory half searching. Definitely not pleased. No way. Noooooo way. Yeah, the clans had fallen. And for the most part the code had fallen to the wayside. But she had to have heard that wrong, right? A DAUGHTER? Medicine cats weren't supposed to have kits, no matter what happened! That was what the code said, and that was what leaders said. Because you know what happened when medicine cats had kits? Bad things. That was what happened. Turtlefrost had a half-mind to call him out on it right here and now, but the joy from their reunion still bled into her emotions and she couldn't bring herself to do so. But she totally would. Just you wait. "Jay, huh?... Well, we'll need to talk about that later." For now though...
Her expression brightened back up with a wry grin, "Of course! I'd feel bad for any kit growing up not knowing how to act like an actual cat." she laughed. She had another family member alive! Even if it was someone born outside the code... By BREAKING the code... At least she was raised by it. What would her relation to Turtlefrost be? Niece? Cousin? Second cousin...? It was all so complicated, and quite honestly Turtlefrost didn't feel like processing everything right now. But she did want to go meet the she-cat! "I think I'll go and look for her then. You have fun with your... mediciney business." Turtlefrost sniffed, and then sneezed. She'd spent so much time in the medicine cat's den as a kit. The smells in here might be stale but they still didn't bring back good memories. "You bet your tail that I'll be back in here soon though!" she meowed, eyes sparkling as she backed out of the den.
Alright... Now who around here looked like a Jay? Turning her head throughout the clearing, Turtlefrost searched. That was probably something that he should have asked Eveningblaze actually. Jays were blue and white birds though, so she could be blue.. or white.. or gray... or black... Well, that narrowed it down. Somewhat. Wait- was that her over there, curled up in the clovers! She looked about the age... Gah! Already asleep! Well, a little hello wouldn't hurt. It was already so late anyways.
Turtlefrost reached the she-cat in a few bounds, quickly crouching down to face-level with the curled she-cat. "Hey there, are you Jay? Because you look like a Jay. And I'm looking for Eveningblaze's daughter."
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Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change.
Most cats seemed to be getting along decently, if not well. It was... Surprising. Especially so soon after the war. No- with the war still going on for so many. There were plenty of young cats here. Several older cats too. Those who wanted to put those dark times behind them, and those who hopefully would never have to experience them. Tornpelt was... happy enough for those who were doing well in making friends. Maybe this would be a clan before too long after all.
Tornpelt watched. She listened. The sound of cats getting along, murmuring amongst themselves, and making plans put her almost at ease. It reminded her of when Dawnclan had just formed. Or.. was just forming. It had been hard, and they had fought. But they'd made it. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that she was back there.
But the dull, aching pain of her body would bring her back to reality soon enough.
She'd just shut her eyes for a few moments, but shen she opened them Tornpelt found that a cat was walkng towards her. She'd seen him with the kits, though looking past him she now found the one he'd been talking with to be asleep. The tom moving towards her however, was.. Striking. For lack of a better term. His eyes were, that is. Bright teal-blue, shining under the red moon. The rest of him was rather average- a grayish, brownish tabby. Longer fur. Perhaps on the handsome side, but she wasn't one to judge anymore. She had no place to do so. Still, what would bring him here, to talk to her?.... No doubt the obvious.
He introduced himself brightly, asking what she was doing over here before taking a seat next to her. His name was Bentley. Tornpelt didn't know what a bently was, but she shifted slightly away from him out of habit. She didn't like cats being so close. It made her nervous. Not to mention the whole... physical contact issue. "I'm.. Tornpelt." she meowed lamely. The name she'd been given by the Breezeclan leader had suited her. No cat would doubt who it belonged to, at least. But her voice sounded nothing now like it had at the Aurora Hill. Hah! What a brave and courageous cat she'd remained after the gathering! No, she'd become more like a mouse now. Or a snake.
He hadn't asked her name though, he'd asked what she was doing. "I'm just.. watching, right now." Is that the best you can do? her inner voice sneered. "I don't know anyone here." she added quickly, looking away. A lie. She knew many cats here, if not personally then by name. Her eyes landed on Blueflower and Marshheart, crouched in front of a den. She knew them, although she was hoping that they wouldn't know her. Marshheart had been just young. And Tornpelt could still remember Blueflower's wails after her daughter's death. They haunted her nightmares. Among other memories. She also knew at least of Eveningblaze, Honeyheart, and Turtlefrost. She did, but Tornpelt didn't. She had to remind herself. Tornpelt was a different cat.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2015 3:33:56 GMT
Jay lifted her gaze to look at the new commer and twitched her whiskers in a friendly greeting. "Yes, that's me." She tilted her head with curiosity as she looked at the she-cat. She lifted her nose to the air trying to catch her scent, she didn't recall it, so she wasn't someone she had ran into during her travels with her father. Granted even if she had seen her before, her father kept his business to himself they weren't really close. "I'm sorry but who are you...my father keeps things to himself doesn't really....talk to me much." She mewed with a nonchalant shrugged of her shoulders. She stiffeled a yawn and lifted her head. She heard a yowl and turned her gaze to clearing. "Looks like someone has something to say. Perhaps we can talk tomorrow?" She mewed with a soft sparkled in her eyes.
Honeyheart stood where her fatheronce did. It felt sacred almost like she shouldn't be standing here. She took a nervous gulp looking at the cats below her. "Tonight we met because of the blood moon. Tonight we decided it was time for clan life once more. I want you all to rest. Tomorrow we organize....like a clan." Honeyheart didn't wait for responses. She jumped down from her perch and into her fathers old den. The nests still in tact. She winced slightly before circling once and laying down in it. Cherry's scent although incredibly stale, still lingered. She pressed her nose into her paws closing her eyes tightly, how she wished he could be here, to tell her what to do, to guide her but that would never happen. She sighed softly before closing her eyes tightly. Tomorrow would be a new day.
Blueflower tilted her head ever so slightly before looking towards Honeyheart reading her movements. She flicked a tail and looked at her son. "Yeah saw her, go to the warriors den and rest up. Long day tomorrow." Blueflower gave a large yawn before padding towards what used to the be nursery. A place that she grew comfortable being in. She curled up into a tight ball, her tail touching her nose, and falling asleep. Clan life again, she had never been so happy.
ooc:Sorry so many cats at once=Lack of muse so i'm gonna close this one
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