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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Jan 15, 2010 0:06:25 GMT -5
The clearing seemed so dead now. The once living light of ShadowClans inhabitants were but lifeless sparks, shorted and quiet. Was it just him? Was it just Brittlebreeze who felt this way? The battle had left its mark, be it on him, or the Clan. How did they know they would be safe for another night? Another moon? ThunderClan could be rounding up Warriors for a raid right now, and ShadowClan would have no idea. They could only work hard, and be ready. I won't be here tonight. He thought, a reminder that he still needed to visit the Moonstone. His icy blue eyes scanned the fresh-kill pile, a slight longing in his gut that he was considerably ravenous, but his mind and his heart didn't feel like eating. He didn't feel like doing anything except what Glenpaw had challenged him to do, his duty. But knowing what price it had cost him, he only felt the fresh waves and aches of his young heartbreak.
And the sad thing was he would never find anyone again, or anyone else. Nobody could have him. He was untouchable, and a Medicine cat, the very reason for such. He felt so alone, but he was too ashamed to admit it to those who cared about him, if anyone did. He knew Hawkstar and him had a close connection, but what of his past mentor? What did Ravenpelt think of him now? Did she still had that old dusty grudge against him? He could imagine her keeping it, since he was of course, the one cat who turned down the life of a Warrior, after she had worked hard to train him in the first place. And Glenpaw practically hated him now. He cringed at her name, even the thought of her name brought his chest to cracking again.
Lost in his thoughts, he wouldn't have noticed if someone had spoken to him, though, he knew of none who would be awake so eary besides Lavapaw. She was getting to the point where she needed to go to the Moonstone, since she would be a Warrior soon and needed the ancient traditional trip. He saw no harm in having her tag along.
So desolate... He sighed, his eyes growing dull, and distant, staring off into a diminutive depression in the dirt floor of the camp.
She left me. She didn't want me anymore.
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Post by dawnkit on Jan 15, 2010 0:58:08 GMT -5
lavapaw stretched her paws out in front of her, opening her jaw to let out a nice little yawn. looking around the apprentice's den, she sighed. her sister should be going with her today. she hadn't even seen the mousey coloured she-cat at gatherings lately, and no one would talk to her about it. it was really beginning to drive her insane. she'd watched her one and only sister slip into riverclan territory moons ago, back when lavapaw had lost her first mentor. by now otterpaw probably had an entire family standing beside her, why would she care that her own sister was missing her like crazy? shaking her head, the brown apprentice got to her feet and slipped out of the den, her green and crimson eyes glinting in the dawn light.
there was just something calming about the camp when no one else was awake to mess it up. but there was one other cat awake, brittlebreeze, the new-ish medicine cat, and the one who she was tagging along with on her trip up to mothermouth. she still couldn't quite believe that she was finally going up to the mystical place, she'd waited moons, now she was almost the oldest apprentice in the group, she was still only partially trained, and she'd lost the one tom who would put up with her enough to train her. and then she'd fallen in love. well, at least she thought it was love, maybe it was just a crush, a strong crush, but still just a crush. kicking at a leaf, the apprentice glared at the ground for a moment, pausing mid-step just to get her mind back under control.
sighing, she looked back up, blinking at a star and then advancing on towards the medicine cat. good morning, brittlebreeze.
[/b] she said, trying to sound as perky as she could. tilting her head, she looked at the medicine cat, she might have been fairly oblivious this early in the morning, but she could tell when something was on someone's mind. pondering her options, lavapaw glanced around the camp and then back to the sandy coloured tom. brittlebreeze? everything alright?[/b] her voice for once didn't carry over the entire camp, there were definitely some things she'd picked up from being around blackface for so long, and gentleness, oddly enough, had been one of them. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Jan 15, 2010 23:24:22 GMT -5
He could feel the strings of his heart still tugging somehow, still trying to emit some amount of emotion, of a love of some kind. He wanted their struggles to prevail, and maybe move on past this heartache. His first love, his first… his chest throbbed at the word, heartbreak. The world just felt so lifeless, as if every tree that had sprouted had lost its limbs, and waved as a single member to and fro, the forest in unity, snapping and howling to the wind; to the cold, merciless wind. A sigh slid past his lips, considerably the first he actually acknowledged in a long time. It brought a fresh wave of pain, one of many; her claws that had been wound around his heart had long ripped it to pieces, however still they continued to sever whatever was left. The aftermath hurt worse, knowing they would never be together again, and all of those wonderful memories of beautiful feelings, and love- a word that couldn’t apply for him, would never happen again. That was the horrible, unmistakably heartrending truth; that it really was over.
A slight breeze had picked up for a moment’s time, buffeting his mottled ginger, tan and white coat off to a side. He could feel the chilly sting hit his eyes, pierce his skin, but he gave no indication that it bothered him. Nothing bothered him anymore, nothing that could possibly leave any imprint of sorts on him, except for her. Let the wind do away with me, he thought, even his conscience a sad, pitiful sonnet. He flicked an ear, his gaze never wavering from where it had strayed; the dirt ground beginning to burn into his mind, even though he was hardly examining it, hardly taking in its dull features. Snow dappled the camp corners, and even left the ground significantly frozen. It was as though the whole forest was reflecting the remnants of his heart, his soul.
Glenpaw had taken one, crushed it, and then left, leaving the other one nothing but a pile of ash. He didn’t feel like whom he was, or who he had once been. The spirit within him that had been so alive with determination, and light, was now but a darkened shadow, castaway to wallow in its regret and self-hatred. This was his entire fault, and this was what his mistake had come to. How could anyone love him now, knowing he had destroyed her as well? Good morning, Brittlebreeze, Lavapaws words went unheard, and even her figure, though recognized dimly, was but a blurred shape in the horizon. He felt so far away from the world. His vision faded in an out for second longer, flickers of her face lighting up his revelation, and bits and pieces of what they had said replaying on in the front of his mind.
I can never strikethrough how I feel about you, Glenpaw. My ancestors can deny me any chance I'd had to create a family, have a mate, but these feelings will always remain, He remembered telling her, and it was the truth. They were words that his heart had said, so deep, potent and true. No god can erase something so potent, something so uncontrollable, like love. My love. My love for you. But even so, she had turned them away. Turned him away. If she felt any remorse, or missed him at all, she had herself to blame as well, though, he wouldn’t let himself feel the same. He loved her too much to share a common angst.
His claws slid into the ground, in and out, slowly… feeling the stone floor of the clearing against his paws, the coolness, it was so vague. Lavapaw, peering closer, asked again a more specific question, and he heard it ever clear. Brittlebreeze? Everything alright? No, and it never will be again. Azure rays glancing at her gradually, he sighed once more, and shook his head. “No, everything’s fine.” And it had been a big fat lie. “Let’s go, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover.” He added, seeming to get to his paws and begin a light trek out of camp, the brambles hardly grazing his sleek, well kept coat, his movements as desolate and empty as his insides; he was but a hollow abyss. Battery operated. Maybe StarClan has answers.
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Post by hakumemorial on Jan 17, 2010 14:31:11 GMT -5
memories were too strong a thing for lavapaw, thus she tried to block them out as much as possible. whether they be the few memories she had shared with her sister, or the more touching ones with blackface, she didn't like them. looking down at her snowy paws, she took a deep breath, pushing the two memories behind her. all she needed was to get talking, then the rest would take care of itself. yeah, nothing to worry about. brittlebreeze was usually nice, so she felt confident that he would talk to her.
and yet then he remains silent. frowning, she stretched one of her paws, trying to get the kink out of the way it was sitting. she could feel the repressed memories poking at her, attempting to pour out of their confinement. so she tried again. but her voice wasn't near as chipper and confident this time, it was hesitant, begging. the crimson specks in her eyes seemed almost overpowering today as she looked at brittlebreeze, her gaze mostly red rather than green. her tail flicked as she waited for a response this time, her head slightly tilted. No, everything’s fine. Let’s go, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover.
looking at the orangey medicine cat for a moment, she shrugged, maybe movement would help her clear her head. watching as the tom got to his paws and brushed past her, heading towards the entrance to the camp. lavapaw looked after him for a moment, a little confused, and then scampered after him, slowing to a trot as she came up on brittlebreeze. but the motion wasn't helping get rid of her repressed memories, she could picture the face of her sister as the chocolaty she-cat had left her at four trees, not looking back as she padded into riverclan territory, her tail held high. she'd been the one who'd had to come back to shadowclan and tell the story of the whole event to both the leader and their parents.
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Jan 17, 2010 16:45:37 GMT -5
The ground was colder than usual today, he noted. His saunter more ginger to the icy touch, though he didn’t quicken his pace any. He wanted to feel the sting on his pads. Was it wrong to think it felt better than the sting he had in his heart? He knew well enough that even the deepest flesh wound would never outshine the emotional abrasion she had forever left upon him. Thinking about it didn’t help, but he didn’t know what else to do. The thoughts just kept coming, coming like the ocean waves, pounding down on him, beating him further and further into the earth… who knows what it could come to. His tail flicked, but it felt alien to him now. Even a single solitary word or breath felt foreign, as if he had never done it before. Every smile he ever shared was but a dull memory, and every cut he had ever experienced, was tedious, and so unimportant. He couldn’t sleep at night, knowing she had taken his heart with her. Knowing every ounce of spirit, and character he had, was unresponsive; the more it went on like this, he knew in the back of his mind, the closer he was to becoming a dead cell.
The apprentice was following, and he could sense her uneasiness, and discomfort. Was it really that obvious? Could everyone see that his world was broken? That the very heart of him was smashed? Then he felt pity and sympathy for Lavapaw. Brittlebreeze asked her to tag along, so she could visit Highstones and become a Warrior. He didn’t want her to be miserable too, it was bad enough that he couldn't find his way. The small candlelight that had been guiding him for so long, had blown out, and he was lost in the darkness. He slowed his pace, craning his neck over his shoulder to see her. His beautiful blue moonstones though free of true emotion, flickered with a special pain. His voice was dead when he spoke, but he had only good intentions on his mind. "How's your training going?" His right ear flicked, and his optics glanced to the left for a heartbeat, before turning back to her. "Doing well?" He smiled lightly, the corners of his maw curling up. It wasn't much, but he tried.
Listening to: Feel it in my bones (feat. Tegan and Sara) - DJ Tiesto.
Muse: Awesome. (:
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Post by hakumemorial on Jan 19, 2010 0:01:49 GMT -5
maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have accepted the medicine cat's offer, maybe it was just starclan's way of saying that she wasn't ready to be a warrior yet. maybe she was going to be the elder sitting in the apprentice's den, staring off into space as she grew older, watching kits she saw be raised, start mentoring their own young apprentices. maybe she should just give up, go be a loner. for once not be able to be left behind. How's your training going?
[/i][/color] his voice didn't sound like he used to, but it was at least talking. shrugging to the med cat, she shook her head. Doing well?[/i][/color] he continued after a moment or two, this time, he had a slight smile on his face. twitching her ears, she looked down at her paws. what training. . .?[/b] she sighing slightly, she looked back to the tom. i haven't had a mentor in moons. . . blackface stopped mentoring me, and i haven't had one since.[/b] she hadn't really told anyone that, she would just vanish during the day, going into the marsh and just hunting or attacking a tree, trying to teach herself all the skills of a warrior. i know i should probably have told hawkstar, but. . .[/b] flicking her ears slightly, she saw a fallen tree laying over the path. almost without even thinking, she felt her paws flick up to a steady lope, and then she was running. doing something physical got her mind off of the less appealing factors of her life. clearing the tree trunk, her snowy-amber paws hit the ground on the other side and a soft smile spread across her face. ducking her head when she realised just how kit-like that seemed, she let her tail droop slightly. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Jan 19, 2010 6:19:30 GMT -5
The Medicine cat could see her frustrations now, her eyes seeming to cloud over in shame? Or was it better described as embarrassment? He couldn't put it to his name. Her ears twitched as her maw, and gaze, fell to the chilly forest floor. what training. . .? His eyes grew wide with surprise, and sympathy for the apprentice. She didn't have a mentor? Or was her mentor... idle and slothful? Lavapaw answered his questions for him; he didn't need to say anything. It was as though she were reading his mind, and he felt a twinge of amusement - the first time in a few days. i haven't had a mentor in moons. . . blackface stopped mentoring me, and i haven't had one since. He knew right away. He hoped Lynxpaw had been reassigned to a new mentor, it would have been a shame for the tabby and white toms progress so far to prove a waste. Especially when Brittlebreeze himself had tried his best to train his first apprentice. i know i should probably have told hawkstar, but. . . It would be fine. He wanted to help her, to ease her problems even when he had the weight of his own to bear. His icy moonstones didn't seem to veil over this time as he thought, the contemplation nearly visible through those seemingly clear blue orbs of his.
What could he possibly do to help her? He wasn't a Warrior, so he couldn't take her on as an apprentice. Nor could he take her on as a Medicine cat apprentice, she wasn't interested (he just knew this the obvious) and he didn't need one. He had everything under control. But why try so hard to aid? He wondered idly to himself, questioning his motives. He had nothing to prove, nobody to please. He was a Medicine cat, But I was a Warrior. I could do it. They wouldn't question me. Do what, exactly? So he had no motive, he just felt bad for her, and wanted to give her a hand, and he had a plot already forming in his head towards how he would do it. He smirked, a full blown grin, the corners of his maw curling up, and it was considerably devious. Brittlebreeze wasn't one for mischief, but if Lavapaw wanted to become a Warrior, he knew a way to continue her training and finish it, so she could.
Though it was in those moments that he had paused, debating over a solution, that he noticed in his conscious mind, the she-cats eyes focus, and in a heartbeat, she'd took off towards the fallen tree ahead. Ah, to be young. To be young indeed. He chuckled, and, leaning down, dove into a run. His paws drumming on the ground, picking up speed he pushed with his hind legs and in a swift motion, leaped over the tree as well. Landing side by side with Lavapaw. His tail lashed from side to side with the adrenaline; it was nice to get out, and not have to worry about going back for a while. What was better was that he had found a temporary form of peace; though he didn't know how long it would last before the stronger waves of his depression returned. He was still on the deep end here. Talking to Lavapaw reminded him of Glenpaw, and he felt a twinge of sadness that it wasn't her, and it would never be again.
His tail flicked from side to side, and he flexed his paws on the ground, warming them up as he prepared to speak. It was instinct to him; and he'd already discovered a conclusion. "I was a Warrior, as we know," he started, a fresh and unusual warmth sparking in his beautiful gaze as he glanced sideways at her. He leaned a little closer to her as she ducked her head, "And I had an apprentice whom I knew how to train," Come on, get to it already! Flicking her nose with the tip of his tail in encouragement he finished with a purr, "I could train you."
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Post by hakumemorial on Feb 20, 2010 21:52:54 GMT -5
lavapaw had never really felt at home anywhere before, she'd start to feel comfortable and then something would throw her for a loop, whether it was her sister leaving or blackface walking out on her. never had she been at home. maybe she truly wasn't meant to feel comfortable somewhere, maybe she was just supposed to sit here and wait for something to come along and change her life, maybe for the better, maybe for the worse. all she wanted was something solid that she could count on, something that made her feel comfortable for at least a little bit.
pushing that out of her mind, she just let herself enjoy the fact that she was actually out of the camp, out of the territory, for the first time in a while. in all too long. letting her long legs finally stretch out in front of her, she took off towards a fallen tree, the wind whistling through her whiskers as she just let herself be the same energetic, crazy little she-cat that she was. landing on the other side of the tree, she spun around in place, her ears twitching and a grin obvious on her face. looking over at brittlebreeze as he landed next to her, she laughed but ducked her head shyly. watching him flex his paws, she looked down at her oddly-coloured paws, the warm amber that was the rest of the body looked like it had been covered in snow when it got to her paws.
flicking imaginary dirt off of one of her paws, she looked over at the handsome tom as he began to speak. I was a Warrior, as we know,
[/b][/i] she nodded, not quite sure where this was going. he was a medicine cat, and there was no way she would give up the life of a warrior to be a medicine cat, all they ever seemed to do was have to deal with the depressing side of the clan, she was all too chipper, usually, to be able to stand that. looking up at him, she saw an oddly unfamiliar warmth in the cold blue eyes, tilting her head to the side, she waited for him to continue. And I had an apprentice whom I knew how to train,[/i][/color] was he getting at what she thought he was? a slightly confused look came into her crimson-flecked eyes, he couldn't mentor her, could he? he was a medicine cat, he had injured to deal with, right? twitching her nose when he flicked it with his tail, she laughed and shook her head to get rid of the tickling sensation on her nose before looking back up at him. I could train you.[/b][/i] her eyes got wide at this, the purr in his voice making her ears twitch. you mean it?! you could do that?![/b] her voice was about an octave higher at this, pure excitement in it. she was all but jumping up and down as she thought this over. if he could mentor her, then that meant she could actually become a warrior, she would finally become a warrior! thankyouthankyouthankyou! brittlebreeze, do you know how much this means to me?[/b] she knew that she was pretty much just rambling now, and she didn't want to scare him out of his offer with her hyperness. that thought made her duck her head again, sorry. . .[/b] she mumbled, her tail still flicking ever so often with the excitement that was now coursing through her veins. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Feb 21, 2010 21:39:39 GMT -5
He wished he could feel the same way she did. His blue eyes watched Lavapaw intently; their chilling depths though guarded, were gleaming with novelty. Had it meant that much to her? To have a chance to become a Warrior. you mean it?! you could do that?! He remembered when he had felt the same way, when it had been his dream to be the best there was and to be respected and known. He had become known, but it hadn't happened how he'd always imagined. He wondered if Lavapaw understood how secret they would have to be. She was a Warrior apprentice, he was a Medicine cat; she was not going to go under his wing and train in the ways of herbs and healing; she wanted to learn to fight! To hunt! And become a fighter, a soldier, a Warrior, and though he could teach her, others may not be so approving of the idea. But seeing her so happy and excited, it rose some kind of fire within him. Some stanch will to train her as well as he could, so she could get where she was going. thankyouthankyouthankyou! brittlebreeze, do you know how much this means to me? He could guess, and he nodded, smiling warmly. He was glad that he could train her then, even if he wanted to so he didn't forget his training. He would not lose himself in himself. He could still be who he was, and blossom another part of him. Though he was a Medicine cat, he refused to let the knowledge of fighting and hunting fade from his memory.
But he would never be a Warrior. And he would never be with his sweet Glenpaw. She's still mine... He angrily thought, his brow narrowing in his thoughts that Glenpaw consumed. But Lavapaws energy caught his attention and he leaned away for a moment, letting her get it out of her system. sorry. . . Why? He laughed, his face relaxing. "For what? You're happy," he mewed quietly, shuffling his paws, and blinking away for a single heartbeat, "And there's nothing wrong with that." One of us has to be. He forced a smile. They wouldn't be able to start training until they returned back to camp and rested up. He wouldn't tell her that yet, he didn't want to down her excitement. Flicking his tail, he nudged her with his muzzle before continuing onwards. They were close, and the sun was already beginning to set over the horizon, behind Highstones, leaving a trace of its outline; a silhouette. "Lavapaw," he glanced back over his shoulder at her, his gaze seeming different, a spark there, somewhere. Their haunting pits were feathery, and radiant, as if the rising moon were reflecting off of them. He didn't continue, he had only had the urge to say her name, her presence was comforting and her happiness made him feel happy too, for her.
But he would always feel sad about Glenpaw, about how he let her down. Why did he have to worry so much? He sauntered closer to the entrance of the looming mountain, his mottled fur dimming as he paused before disappearing into the darkness of its mouth. "I want you to come with me," he mewed. He didn't want to leave her out here alone, she was just an apprentice, and he didn't trust anything or anyone out here, be it a cat or the whatnot. Besides, he was a Medicine cat, what was there to fear? StarClan would understand, she'd just watch. Nothing more. And he wouldn't tell her what they told him, because he couldn't. But his tone was dark, and serious. This wasn't childsplay, this was StarClan, and he was afraid if they would accept him or not. He waited for her pawsteps, before stepping inside... He had never been inside Mothermouth before.
His whiskers brushed against the sides of the tunnel, and the air became stale. It tasted unfamiliar on his tongue; the sounds of pawsteps and breathing filled his ears in the silent path, and deeper and deeper he went. Hawkstar had said to just follow the tunnel, and turn left when they split. He could practically feel his fear rolling off of him, and his heartbeat increased. "Lavapaw? Follow my scent, the tunnel splits..." He meowed, his voice cracking as he slipped onwards. How would he know when it split?! But the air became fresh, and he was able to detect a faint light illuminating from the core of the darkness. Pupils growing wide, he stepped into the main cave. His jaw dropping in awe at it, and the stone, the large stone that stood before him, above it lay a gap in the roof, providing fresh air...
The moon was there. He waited for the apprentice, before he settled down, and with a deep breath... pressed his nose against the cool stone, it had already begun to glow. "Show me what you have to, StarClan," he whispered to himself, low under his breath.
NOTES: Hawk is supposed to post with Firefur now, and it'll actually take a couple posts. xD So sit tight after you post, Dawneh. Ill let you know when Brittlebreeze wakes or something, unless you keep yourself updated.
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Post by ƒireƒur on Feb 23, 2010 21:40:43 GMT -5
Green eyes, pale with the light of star shine, blinked in the gloom of the fading day. They watched patiently as the calico tom slipped into the tunnel at Mothermouth, moving deep into the cave system that lay below. The owner of the eyes sighed as she felt what he felt: the brush of his whisker’s against the cave walls around him, the scent of the cold air sliding across his tongue... They watched as he turned left at the split in the stony route, following the instructions of his leader, another cat who had followed the same path many moons ago. The green eyes closed briefly as their owner inhaled, preparing for the ceremony that was about to take place.
‘I have given many lives,’ a voice reflected silently, distinctly female in tone. It was slightly hoarse, however, a hint at the age of the cat it belonged to, but not so much that it failed to carry power. This particular cat had been residing in the stars for a very long time, watching the phases of the moon and the changing of the seasons beneath her glittering paws. Not to mention the lives of the living.
‘But this… I have never done this before.’
However, in a brief flash of her old personality, the queen practically sneered at the challenge. In her old life, she had thrived on diving into the unknown, and that was exactly what she was going to do now. Something new, fresh, rejuvenating.
Besides, she had a message to give him.
She blinked when she felt the calico tom’s fear, but she was not surprised. Determination was a trait often portrayed at the entrance to Mothermouth, but a different kind of courage was required during the journey downward, and then finally at the Moonstone itself. The female felt a brief rush. Their ancestral stone would glow brightly for this cat.
He did not disappoint. As awestruck as he was at the sight of the Moonstone, burning with a pale fire before him, he moved forward quickly to touch his nose to its surface. The young apprentice behind him followed, entering the main chamber as well.
“Show me what you have to, StarClan,” the tom whispered, now lying beside the Moonstone with his head stooped to touch it. His quiet words did not go unheard however, for on his signal the StarClan elder gently seized his consciousness and coaxed him away from the earth. She knew what he would feel: the gentle drift of sleep overtaking him, only to open his eyes again and see a large expanse of grass before him… Fourtrees, illuminated by a half moon above his head and her own. This was not a leader’s ceremony. They would be alone.
Upon feeling the cool blades of grass beneath her paws, the she-cat opened her eyes. She did not pause to take in the four great oaks towering over her, instead fixing her green gaze on the calico tom lying curled before her. She would need to wake him up. Reaching out with one flame-colored paw, she slowly raised it in a silent signal.
“Open your eyes, young Brittlebreeze,” she said slowly, allowing her voice to seep into his ears. “You have arrived.”
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Feb 24, 2010 19:20:41 GMT -5
Was it the shiver that passed through him that made him feel this way? It passed through him as he pressed his pink nose against the cold, glowing stone. Prickles ran down his spine, sending shuttering convulsions to take place. Should he be afraid? After all, he'd never done this before. This was something that only Medicine cats and Leaders did, and now I'm a Medicine cat. He hoped StarClan would approve of him, because this was his destiny. He knew it was. This was what he was meant to do, he was just a late bloomer. StarClan are fair, they'll decide for the best. And again, it was StarClan. He wouldn't need to be afraid, they wouldn't hurt him in any way. The mottled tom felt the rush, the world around him falling into a darkness; pitch black as night. But there was the presence of warmth, and he could feel it. Was it StarClan? Brittlebreeze didn't even know how it worked, or what StarClan looked like or what would happen.
But he didn't feel alone, he felt some familiar company, even when he hadn't openened his eyes yet. But the shiver made him feel nervous, and that was alright? Was it normal to feel tense? As he came to his consciousness, he felt ground beneath him, and pawsteps, and breathing, and he felt heat illuminating off of something, somewhere -
Open your eyes, young Brittlebreeze, Who-what!? He thought, dazed, though nonetheless he did as he was told. His moonstones flickered open upon command, and he couldn't help but notice that they were at Fourtrees. He hadn't yet located the source of the feline voice, but he was aware of its feminine origins - he was in wonderment at the sight before him. Stars glittered through the sky, and the ground was shimmering in hidden starlight. So this was StarClan. That means they're real, and this isn't really a dream... He turned around, his ear flicking for a slight heartbeat, as he rose to his paws steadily. She was ginger, and her eyes were a pretty green. Was this who he would talk to? Hawkstar couldn't tell him anything, or what to expect, because the leader himself in truth didn't even know. Hawkstorm didn't tell him anything, which was dissappointing... But who was this? He'd never met her before.
He felt his heart swell, just knowing where he was and that this was it. This was what he'd been waiting for since Hawkstar announced him as ShadowClans new Medicine cat. Did he have some great future ahead of him? Would he be skilled and great? Or the usual? I want to go above and beyond! He thought, a courage rising inside of him at Firefurs next words, they were true, and his heart juttered with tenderness. You have arrived.
"I-" he started, his beautiful blue rays lighting up; so she could talk to him and see him and everything? "I don't know your name." He mewed bluntly, and considerably ashamed that he had no idea who she was. He shifted, and glanced around at the sparkling trees, trying to ease the new sensations of this familiar, and unfamiliar place. "What do I do?" He asked, curious, and expectant as he turned back to her. His eyes were pools of novelty, but there was a sheen in their depths that suggested he was uncertain. He'd never done this before, obviously. For StarClan sake, this was the first time he had ever been inside Mothermouth. Or with StarClan. "Am I fit to be their Medicine cat?" He shot another question, probing for the answers to the questions he'd been wondering for days. Had they chosen him as Medicine cat, leaving his Warrior life and Glenpaw behind, for some greater reason? Would he, being a Medicine cat, solve problems ? Would he do anything for them? Could he? What if StarClan made the wrong choice, and were now doomed?
It was unusual, that though he couldn't recognize her, he felt like he'd met her before. At a time in the past, sometime when he had been in great need of help. Was she the one who had answered his prayer to StarClan? Had she saved his life, when him, Ravenpelt and Dapplestorm were ambushed by the dog at... Fourtrees? Pupils round, he felt his mouth curling up into a soft smile, her voice even sounded the same. He didn't say anything about it though, if it was her, whoever she was, she would know... In front of her, he felt like a small kit. She was older, but came from a time beyond him. Would he ever really know? "Will Glenpaw forgive me?" he whispered to her, hoping she could give him some guidance. He felt like he was placing his pawsteps in prints that didn't fit, and he didn't know how to make prints of his own, along this pathway that was laid out for him.
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Post by hakumemorial on Feb 24, 2010 21:17:00 GMT -5
lavapaw was still grinning from ear to ear, even with her head ducked down. For what? You're happy,
[/i][/color] bah, happy? she was ecstatic! And there's nothing wrong with that.[/b][/i] looking back up at him, she noticed the falter in his voice but didn't mention it. looking up, lavapaw's green and crimson eyes grew wide when she saw the looming formation ahead of them, silhouetted against the setting sun. she'd never seen anything outside of the marsh, so this was definitely new. Lavapaw,[/i][/color] looking up, she realised that she'd fallen a little behind with the shock of seeing highstones. trotting up next to the medicine cat, she tilted her head and looked at him. there just seemed to be something. . . different in his eyes, they weren't as shadowed as they had been in camp. yeah?[/b] she asked, her pace even with his now. twitching her tail, she pondered to herself what she would do once they got to moonstone, she wasn't really sure what was all entailed in an apprentice's journey up to the stones, so she was curious. I want you to come with me,[/b][/i] blinking, she looked at the dark abyss that seemed to be stuck into the side of the mountain. in there?[/b] she asked, her voice hesitating for a moment. no. she wouldn't act like a scared little kit now, not when he had just told her that he could mentor her. lifting up her head, she stepped forward, refusing to look scared or immature. glancing over her shoulder at the stars that had appeared in the sky, the souls of starclan glittering above them. . . and then the darkness of the tunnel. twitching her tail, she followed brittlebreeze into the tunnel, her steps hesitant at first. utter darkness was strange and disconcerting to her. she'd never known complete darkness. . . not when she couldn't escape. part of her wanted to squeak and just flee. escape from the tunnel. she couldn't even see her nose, and it was attached to her face! Lavapaw? Follow my scent, the tunnel splits...[/i][/color] it split?! what?! uh, okay.[/b] her voice hesitated for a moment, but she felt a little better that she wasn't alone in her fear, he was scared too. but once the path split, the tunnel actually started getting a bit brighter, bright enough that she could make out brittlebreeze's shape. the main cave though just about made her jaw drop. the crystal in the middle was massive and beautiful, the glow catching her eyes and making them glow silver. watching as the medicine cat made his way over to the stone and lay down beside it, lavapaw glanced around, now definitely wondering what she should do. fluffing up her coat because of the chill and the comfort that it brought her, she padded silently over into the corner and lay down, crossing her paws and resting her chin on them, she looked around, recording this all to her memory. amazing. and then her eyes landed on the other cat, she sighed. amazing.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by ƒireƒur on Mar 7, 2010 20:14:25 GMT -5
The ginger she-cat watched, whiskers twitching, as the young calico tom slowly opened his eyes, taking in the marvelous sight before him.
Amusement coursed through her veins as she witnessed the awe in his gaze, his pupils alight with star shine as they gazed at the sky that hung above their heads. Hawkstar’s reaction during his time had been no different, or any leader’s for that matter. Seeing the haven of StarClan, and the warriors that embodied it as well, was an experience that forever changed you. Brittlebreeze then turned around, staring at her with exhilaration… and confusion. She understood. Surely he did not recognize her. She had died before he had even been born.
“I…” he continued to stare at her, and she could see from his expression that he was struggling to put a name to her face. “I don’t know your name,” he mewed at last, confirming her suspicions. His white paws shifted, make him look like a kit under his mother’s scrutinizing gaze, thus causing the she-cat’s whiskers to twitch once more. Her ears flicked as he once again turned away, looking into the trees that surrounded them like watchful soldiers. The ginger elder looked as well, knowing that each individual foot path in those woods led to different skies. His time would come to walk them some day, but not for a very long time. He had much to do before he joined their ranks.
Brittlebreeze’s attention then returned to her, blue eyes blazing with a pale fire. “What do I do?” he asked, a flicker of uncertainty burning in his youthful gaze. “Am I fit to be their medicine cat?” He broke off again, toying with something, and from his spirit the ginger cat caught on to a slight inkling of his thoughts. Ah, yes she thought to herself. That time. Still she said nothing, waiting until he was done. Clearly there was more that he wanted to say, more he wanted to know about.
The, “Will Glenpaw forgive me?” His whisper was one of pain, the desperation inside it palpable. The elder’s expression softened, her disposition suddenly sympathetic.
Then she smiled.
“That is a lot of questions, Brittlebreeze,” she mewed, amusement once again coloring the night air around her. “But, luckily for you, we have all the time in the world.” She paused for a moment, considering something, and then continued. “You will soon learn that even time itself does not move in the same way here as it does in the waking world.” Another heart beat passed as she wrapped her thin tail neatly around her paws.
“As for your first inquiry, you are wrong,” she then stated bluntly, green eyes narrowing slightly. The ginger she-cat leaned in towards him, nose twitching as if catching a curious scent. “You do know my name. It is only my face that remains a mystery to you. My name is Firefur. I was an elder in ShadowClan when I died. I was killed when the rogues attacked our camp.”
Without waiting for him, she drove onward. “As for what you must do here? Nothing. Leave that to me. The only thing you need is your sense of will, and to understand the purpose of a medicine cat. You accepted the challenge when you accepted Hawkstar’s words, but your acknowledgement was hardly permanent. It is my job here to set it in stone.” She deliberately ignored his next question, knowing that was an answer only he could find.
“Glenpaw…” she then said quietly, ears flicking pensively. “Yes, Glenpaw. Hawkstar’s apprentice, and your…” she broke off. “Huh. Forgiveness can’t change the past, but it sure does enlarge the future...” Firefur then stood, tail flicking. “Glenpaw is a spirited little femme, no? Determined to the bone. Brittlebreeze, I tell you this, there is no revenge so complete as forgiveness. Earning back your friend will be…difficult, but then again, all things worth keeping are.” She offered him a small smile before continuing. “Now, I must ask you this: Is it your final will to become the medicine cat of ShadowClan?”
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Mar 27, 2010 20:30:06 GMT -5
The mottled Medicine cat watched the StarClan elder intently, noting quietly the unimportant vary of emotions that displayed on Firefurs features. He frowned, wondering what she was thinking. Could he ever know what a StarClan cat was thinking? When it seemed that their words, so valued and golden were erratic, how could anyone attain the luxury of seeing into their superiors mind? Let alone anyone’s… But then she smiled, and his blue eyes flickered up, tentative. That is a lot of questions, Brittlebreeze, She meowed considerably warmly. Was that the revelation of positive news? Hope hung on the brink inside of him, and he listened to her carefully, with more concentration. But, luckily for you, we have all the time in the world. You will soon learn that even time itself does not move in the same way here as it does in the waking world. the ginger she-cat paused, elegantly wrapping her tail around her dainty paws. He sighed, though mystified by this dreamland. If time didn’t travel the same, did it move faster or slower than it did in the forest? In the… waking world? How can a dream be so real? He thought, his lips parting in response to his contemplation. She said they had all the time in the world, but can this dream even outrun daylight?
As for your first inquiry, you are wrong. She blurted out, and he leaned back, surprised. He did know her name? He’d been sure he’d never seen her in his life… not even when he was young. Firefur commenced with an explanation. You do know my name. It is only my face that remains a mystery to you. My name is Firefur. I was an elder in ShadowClan when I died. I was killed when the rogues attacked our camp. at her words, he felt his heart go out to her. She had been a member of ShadowClan before his time and was killed, but that her life had been lost in the first place saddened him especially. He knew her name, and he recognized her scent now that he thought more deeply about it. “You died along with my father,” He mumbled, a simple reflection, his face dripping with woe. He’d never even met Iceclaw, or anyone who had been slain in the ambush… But he reminisced back to the dog fight with Ravenpelt and Dapplestorm. She saved me…
It was then that he felt some sort of buoyant sensation in his chest. If it hadn’t been for her, Firefur, an elder of StarClan, he might have been dead by now. Had StarClan been with him his entire life? He wished that they had been; now knowing that StarClan was definitely there, watching over the entire forest, it surged faith inside of him. His heart was beating wildly now, thrilled by the notion of all the possibilities… As for what you must do here? Nothing. Leave that to me. The only thing you need is your sense of will, and to understand the purpose of a medicine cat. You accepted the challenge when you accepted Hawkstar’s words, but your acknowledgment was hardly permanent. It is my job here to set it in stone. Brittlebreeze knew perfectly what she was supposed to do. Setting it in stone would confirm that he was an official Medicine cat of ShadowClan… and that Glenpaw would never be his again… and that all chances for a family were out of the question, was he sure of what he was about to do? He swallowed hard. He had willed himself to accepted his duty as Medicine cat when Hawkstar offered it to him, and he had willed himself to come here, to meet StarClan to validate his wishes.
Glenpaw… Yes, Glenpaw. Hawkstar’s apprentice, and your… Huh. Forgiveness can’t change the past, but it sure does enlarge the future... He knew it was only the truth. He didn’t like it and he didn’t want to accept it, but it was what it was, no cat could deny it… Firefur then stood up, finishing what she wanted to say. Glenpaw is a spirited little femme, no? Determined to the bone. Brittlebreeze, I tell you this, there is no revenge so complete as forgiveness. Earning back your friend will be…difficult, but then again, all things worth keeping are. And that was it? Did Glenpaw even care about him at all? It seemed like she found it awful easy to move on, despite the fight she put up to prove to him that his decision had been wrong, despite how good it was for the Clan. He felt the emptiness stirring again, and the anger, but it was further vanquished by his faith in StarClan, and his love for healing the injured. He would not let Glenpaw get in his way.
Now, I must ask you this: Is it your final will to become the medicine cat of ShadowClan?
There was no doubt in his mind. He raised his chin boldly, There’s no turning back now.
“It is.” He meowed firmly. He’d made up his mind when Hawkstar had first mentioned it to him, and he could recall many memories of the Medicine cats den, his fascination with herbs and how awestruck he’d been when his first wound had been healed. It was like magic! And something as surreal as magic… it… well, it deserved someone who was solid to the bone; someone who cured with iron fists. He would not only be the healer of ShadowClan, he would be their protector in other means. It would be his job to obtain herbs, the meanings behind prophecies and StarClans word. Maybe he had been so in love with Glenpaw that it hurt enough to damage his confidence, and belief of his ancestors… but if he fell back to sorrow and misery, how could ShadowClan benefit from that? They couldn’t. He would do what was best for ShadowClan, and he hoped he qualified for the job, to be a Medicine cat that would go down in history as not only a former Warrior, but a true faithful to StarClan. He didn't want to feel this emptiness anymore...
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Post by ƒireƒur on Apr 16, 2010 19:55:45 GMT -5
Firefur bared her fangs in an almost feral smile as Brittlebreeze raised his chin, determination blazing in his blue eyes like twin stars at midnight. He would need that sense of strength in the moons to come, StarClan knew, for the forest would face a collective threat once more. Firefur nearly sighed at the thought, knowing even now who would die, who would live, and who would carry the scars of the struggle for the rest of their life. This grim reality once more reminded her of how the ways of a warrior had cost Firefur her own existence, and how if she had remained in the mountains, she could still be alive.
But it wouldn’t be the same.
“It is,” Brittlebreeze mewed, his voice tight not with fear but with something akin to tenacity. Good the she-cat mused silently. That is good. Firefur nodded in turn, shifting to stand before him with her tail raised high and her eyes bright with the fire of precognition.
“And rightfully so,” Firefur mewed solemnly. “For it is your destiny, Brittlebreeze.” The flame-colored elder glanced briefly at the sky above their heads before looking back down at the young tom before her, once again gauging him in her strange way. After a moment of silence, she spoke. “I, Firefur, elder of StarClan and former elder to ShadowClan, call upon my fellow warriors to look down on this cat that now stands, willingly, before us.” She paused again, blinking at him, and slowly became aware that they were no longer alone. Though the ranks of StarClan would not become completely visible to Brittlebreeze just yet, he would be able to sense them at the edges of his consciousness, tugging gently at his soul with ghostly paws.
“Trained to become a warrior by Ravenpelt, who in turn was taught by Dreamstreak, Brittlebreeze worked hard to understand the ways of that particular code. But now his paws are set on a different path, one that he was meant to walk along from the moment of his birth.” Firefur’s gaze flashed as she briefly glanced away, momentarily matching up to a faint pair of yellow eyes. Looking away, she resumed the ceremony with a smile. “That path is one of a medicine cat, and with our help, he will serve his Clans for many moons, both peaceful and bloody.” The elder flicked her ginger tail. “Brittlebreeze, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan” she placed a subtle emphasis on this “and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?”
“I do.”
Firefur raised her eyes skyward. “Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your name as a medicine cat,” she mewed, her voice clear as it carried throughout the starlit hollow. “You earned your warrior name many moons ago, Brittlebreeze, and it is with great honor that StarClan decides it remain with you as you serve your Clan not with your claws, but with your knowledge of the earth around you. We honor your courage and your faith, young Brittlebreeze; may it guide you through both the darkest hours and brightest moments of your new life as ShadowClan’s medicine cat.” Her eyes softened with warmth for the tom as StarClan chanted around them, Brittlebreeze! Brittlebreeze! A wondrous sound.
The elder’s eyes flicked away once more when a gray shape shifted to her left, causing her fur to prickle and her ears to prick. She glanced at Brittlebreeze. “I believe you have a visitor,” she said softly. “Someone who hasn’t seen you in a very long time.” She winked, stepping away to make room for the massive gray tom that glided across the slick grass with startling grace.
Iceclaw.
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