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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on May 2, 2010 13:58:58 GMT -5
Maybe it was just some sort of lie. StarClan doesn't lie, and Icelcaw wouldn't lie to us. Then if not, it was really true. There was going to be some traitor among them. His fur prickled at the words his father had used to describe this turncoat; before he even thought about it, he found the words replaying in his mind. Echoing with the same grave tone the StarClan warrior had used. Brittlebreeze, there are things that have been set in motion that cannot be undone. There is a force outside of the forest that seeks to destroy everything we stand for, and its heart beats within ShadowClan. Shivers ran down his spine, and he felt his heart speed up rapidly. This thing, Brittlebreeze, this…heart the words seemed to haunt him. it beats when the Twoleg clocks strike twelve at a time when the sky falls, but does not break. His chest felt heavy inside of him, like some weight had been dropped on his shoulders. He wished that he could just know who it was, so they could take care of it, but StarClan worked in riddles. The medicine cat was scarcely aware of Lavapaw traveling behind him, her small steps went unheard in the dewy morning. The crunch of moist leaves and grass underneath him made him worried he would slip, but only because he was nearly sprinting.
I have to tell Hawkstar, he'll know what to do. The prickly walls surrounding camp drew near, and when he was within reach, he leaped into the clearing, making a beeline instantly for Hawkstars den below the Nightstone. Brittlebreeze knew that things would eventually fall into place, but how long before they knew? What if Hawkstar had no advice to give him? He will, because the Clan rests in his paws and this prophecy.
Fear stuck in his throat mingled with traces of anxiety. His icy blue eyes darkened in the shadows of the Leaders den, and his voice was a timorous whisper. "Hawkstar?" he called lightly, his paws shifting nervously."I... It's very important. StarClan have spoken to me."
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Post by Hawkstar on May 2, 2010 14:12:35 GMT -5
With the slightest shift of the earth in conjunction with the sun, beams of light sliced their way into the Nightstone and directly over Hawkstar’s eyes.
Blinking tiredly, the ShadowClan leader roused himself slowly and rose out of his nest on sleep-stiff legs, flicking his tail as he moved on to stretch his powerful body. The morning sunlight, now streaming through the entrance of his den, warmed his dappled pelt against the still chilly spring wind whistling down the hole, allowing the tom to feel comfortable despite the temperature outside.
It was still fairly early in the day, and it would not be long until the whole Clan was up, moving to and fro in preparation for the new day. A sense of contentment, despite the tension with ThunderClan, washed over the Bengal tom, leaving him with nothing but a calm heart and ready mind.
‘And Brittlebreeze,’ [/i] he remembered serenely. ‘He’ll be returning soon, as medicine cat.’ Of that the ShadowClan leader had no doubt; the young calico tom would make an excellent successor to Hawkstorm, carrying the stars in his paws, and the Clan. As his medicine cat, the Bengal tom would be able to better lead the Clan. It would have more stability, more strength… As he began to wash his fur with a bright pink tongue, a voice filtered down into the den. “Hawkstar?”The ShadowClan leader whipped his head around towards the entrance, instantly alert. “Brittlebreeze?” he mewed, but it came out as a pitiful croak. Sleep did that to him. He rose to all four paws then as the voice continued. “I…it’s very important. StarClan have spoken.” The anxiety in the other tom’s tone was evident, filling the leader’s heart with instant dread, and shattering his sense of calm. ‘Well, no rest for the wicked.’He coughed delicately to clear his throat, then mewed, “Come in, Brittlebreeze. He was eager to hear what the younger tom had to say, especially if StarClan was the source. The Bengal tom himself had not dreamed in quite a while, a fact that was not exactly worrying. Sometimes the stars were silent. [/blockquote] [/center] [/color] |
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on May 2, 2010 18:54:23 GMT -5
i'm guessing this is after the fight?
events in order:
brittlez is made meddie - goes on patrol/fight - comes back to heal the injured - takes lavapaw and goes to moonstone - returns for this -- whitewhisker thread.
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The mottled Medicine cat swallowed hard at the thought of explaining the prophecy. Was he supposed to tell Hawkstar? Or was that against the rules, to tell anyone about what happened? Bile stuck in his throat at the thought of angering StarClan. Come in, Brittlebreeze. Hawkstar beckoned him into the dark den, a small cough leaving his throat.
How would he even explain... ? He felt his legs tremble lightly with exhaustion and anxiety. He still had to check on Ravenpelt, and Glenpaw and Nightfrost, and he had only just returned from the Moonstone... You have to tell him. Just get it out. He slipped further inside; the shadows of the den engulfed him entirely and he settled down.
He tried to be comfortable but he couldn't shake the feeling of dread. They'd just gotten over a border fight, and had lost horribly against ThunderClan... what other terrors were there to fear?
He was quiet for a long moment, thinking heavily about what he was going to say and what he would do if anything happened. He couldn't swear he'd fight for ShadowClan, because it wasn't his job - though he knew if he had to, he'd risk his life to save any one of his Clanmates. Medicine cat he was, but Warrior blood surged through his veins still.
Even though under the eyes of StarClan, you are a Medicine cat? He asked himself, surprised that despite the acceptance and official declaration, he had not let go of his will to fight. He didn't have to answer himself, but he did. It was an easy answer. Yes.
After the prolonged pause had passed, his icy moonstones flickered to Hawkstar, his lips pursing. The whole prophecy unsettled him. "My father told me these exact words," he took a deep breath. "There is a force outside of the forest that seeks to destroy everything we stand for, and its heart beats within ShadowClan," another breath, and his voice quivered with emotion. He wished he could have spoken to Iceclaw longer. I'm so tired. "This thing, Brittlebreeze, this…heart, it beats when the Twoleg clocks strike twelve at a time when the sky falls, but does not break." Blinking, he shook his head.
How disappointing was it that he had never heard a single twoleg word in his life? How was he supposed to figure it out? It was like reading a language that didn't exist. "I don't speak twoleg, that's normal enough," he joked weakly, a small smile lifting for a heartbeat on his face. "There's a force that's going to destroy the Clans, or try, and they're in ShadowClan, but who is the question... 'the sky falls but does not break'? Any ideas?" He prayed to StarClan that they would get somewhere.
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Post by Hawkstar on May 2, 2010 20:24:39 GMT -5
Hawkstar blinked, eyes alight with unmasked concern, as Brittlebreeze slid like an exhausted traveler into his den and onto the mossy surface below. His slumped shoulders and tail pointed at fatigue, but his round-as-full-moons eyes pointed the leader’s conclusions in another direction. Behind the medicine cat’s gaze was a grim mixture of anxiety and fear. Hawkstar instinctively tensed as the calico tom’s scent fill the den like a heavy cloud, tainted with the stain of foreboding and dread. Instantly, an icy claw seized the Bengal tom’s heart and clutched at it like prey. Without words, he knew something was terribly wrong. What did StarClan speak of?
The ShadowClan leader flicked his tail, urging the young medicine cat to lie down, or at least sit. He looked half dead with exhaustion. Hawkstar remembered his own journey well; he could recall his will to sleep for a thousand moons before having to face his Clan as their new leader. He nearly sighed at the thought, remembering the abrupt death of Icestar. Rogues, he nearly growled aloud. That would be second instance in which trouble from those outsiders had surfaced. Were they going to rear their ugly heads once more?
When Brittlebreeze finally spoke, his voice only further emphasized both his exhaustion and apprehension. "My father told me these exact words,"hebegan, taking a deep, calming breath. Hawkstar flicked his ears in surprise at these words alone, his sharp blue eyes glittering with a brief surge of emotion. Iceclaw. Great StarClan, how he missed that tom. Iceclaw had died fighting the rogues when they attacked their camp, back when Hawkstar was only Hawkeye as deputy. That’s another one lost to rogues. And it doesn’t stop there. Firefur, Ebonyheart, Dapplestorm... It took everything he had not to grind at the floor of his den with his sharp claws.
Brittlebreeze began. "There is a force outside of the forest that seeks to destroy everything we stand for, and its heart beats within ShadowClan," the young tom stated first. Hawkstar listened in complete silence, his face betraying nothing. But within, his mind was as chaotic as a wind-swept storm. "This thing, Brittlebreeze, this…heart, it beats when the Twoleg clocks strike twelve at a time when the sky falls, but does not break." Brittlebreeze’s voice faded, and he shook his head with a bleary eyed expression. And within that expression was utter helplessness, and Hawkstar could not blame him. "I don't speak twoleg, that's normal enough," he mewed in an exhausted tone, but smiling none the less. Hawkstar did not return the gesture, his mind was racing too quickly. "There's a force that's going to destroy the Clans, or try, and they're in ShadowClan, but who is the question... 'the sky falls but does not break'? Any ideas?"
Hawkstar didn’t speak for a moment, instead exhaling a long breath and settling down on the den floor with his stomach. He took the time to tuck his large paws under his chest, and after that to curl his tail tight against his one side. Despite having just awoken, he felt tired all over again.
“This is…troubling,” he mewed at last, his normally bright eyes now darkened with hidden thoughts. ”To know that we have a traitor within our midst…” He could only sigh. ”We can’t just start interrogating cats, such a thing would only create unrest and mistrust. It would shatter the Clan.” Another sigh. “We must not tell them of any of this; not yet at least. As for the Twoleg speech, I have no idea; I’m about as lost as you on that one, Brittlebreeze.” Hawkstar then paused for a moment, considering. “And lastly, about the sky falling and breaking… Once again, StarClan speaks in riddles.” He paused for another moment, rolling the words around in both his mind and on his tongue. “When the sky falls, but does not break…” he repeated slowly. After a heartbeat, he shook his head. ”Of all the times for them to be secretive” he pushed himself into a seated position “they have to choose now.”
”There is only one aspect of Iceclaw’s words that I know we can start with, and that’s the Twoleg words. There are cats out there, Brittlebreeze, that understand those hairless things, surprisingly.” He kneaded the moss underneath him gently, propping his head to one side in thought.
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on May 3, 2010 20:20:22 GMT -5
He didn't have to be told anything, he cold tell by Hawkstars expression that this news troubled him as well. And why shouldn't it? He was their leader, and it was just as much his responsibility as it was Brittlebreeze's to make sure the Clan was safe. But remember, he's been through worse than you, and has served his term longer than you. True enough, this news must be especially bad, but how many times had something similiar happened? The rogue attack. This is…troubling, The leader mumbled, his equally chilling gaze darkened by thoughts the Medicine cat couldn't read. He sympathized for Hawkstar, but he worried for the Clan. For all of the Clans. Even ThunderClan. To know that we have a traitor within our midst… The mottled tom agreed, to know that the answer lay in a prophecy they couldn't decode. That everywhere they turned, the traitor could be watching, waiting... ready to attack. The thought of being killed in the territory, no one there to hear his cries of both terror and rage, sent prickles down his spine. He didn't want to become prey, hunted in it's own territory. He longed for a solution, but he already knew the inevitable. He would have to go digging, as StarClan willed him to do. He only hoped they found their answers in time, before it was too late...
We can’t just start interrogating cats, such a thing would only create unrest and mistrust. It would shatter the Clan. He nodded in agreement, but couldn't find any words to say that would console the leader. Much less, there were none that could console anyone who knew about this foretold doom. They had to wait it out, and right now, they were only grazing the calm before the storm. "Do you think we should tell Nightfrost?" He asked, curious. The deputy would surely have a right to know... Hawkstar sighed again, continuing. Brittlebreeze guessed he was thinking about whether or not they should tell the gray she-cat, she had been injured. As a Medicine cat, he thought better of his question, she needed to relax and rest, not fret about the prophecy... but she was still the deputy. He argued with himself about it, before his attention was directed on the bengals maintained dialogue. We must not tell them of any of this; not yet at least. As for the Twoleg speech, I have no idea; I’m about as lost as you on that one, Brittlebreeze. Figures, but there was still hope, right? He felt his limbs droop with exhaustion. Even his eye lids were growing heavier. How long before he could sleep peacefully? Maybe never, who knows how long you have before you're hunted down. He didn't want to submit to that realization, he only wanted to think, find a solution, rest and then take action.
And lastly, about the sky falling and breaking… Once again, StarClan speaks in riddles. "I wish he'd made it easier, if it's supposed to buy us time... I don't get it. This is wasting what time we have, trying to interpret a confusing conundrum," he growled drowsily, yawning as well, "We could be taking action right now to stop this traitor if we knew everything clearly." His words were blunt, and he didn't feel like taking the time to think everything through carefully. He figured though, that it was all for good reason. Maybe someone else had some destiny to tend to, maybe it tied with the prophecy. Who knows? When the sky falls, but does not break… He recited the perplexing words over, only to have cometo the same hard place Brittlebreeze had. Of all the times for them to be secretive, they have to choose now. And he rose to a sit, much like the Medicine cat. If he even dared to lay down and get comfortable, he might pass out. There is only one aspect of Iceclaw’s words that I know we can start with, and that’s the Twoleg words. There are cats out there, Brittlebreeze, that understand those hairless things, surprisingly. There were? Then his hope had been for good reason. He could only think of one important thing to say, and that was who.
So... eyes flickering with a surprised curiosity, "Do we have any leads as to whom can help us make it out?" His voice was flabbergasted, ears perked up with more anticipation.
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Post by Hawkstar on May 3, 2010 21:09:44 GMT -5
Oh, Ebonyheart; how I wish you were here. StarClan knows I could use your strength right now…
Forcing his shoulders to relax, Hawkstar continued to contemplate their situation. Never had he been faced with something like this; to fear attack from within rather than outside. An enemy warrior from a rival Clan he could handle, a cat he could claw and bite and not feel remorse. But this… what if this traitor was a cat he already trusted, a warrior particularly close to his heart? Faces flashed through his mind, blurring his thoughts briefly as he forced himself to block them out. Now was simply not the time; he couldn’t waste his waking hours spying on his Clan mates, he had more important things to tend to. But as he looked at Brittlebreeze, he could sense that time was short. A lack of time in a situation such as this bred stress and anxiety, especially in a Clan atmosphere. If it was only his lives that were at stake…that he could carry easily. He could lie in wait and prepare for a fight. But to know that any of the innocent cats by his side could be slaughtered by one of their own? His fur bristled at the thought.
This was a leader’s worst nightmare.
”Do you think we should tell Nightfrost?”
Brittlebreeze’s voice snapped him back to the present, causing the leader’s tail to flick, as if in surprise. ”Of course…yes,” he mewed slowly as the image of his black-furred deputy surfaced in his mind. “That would be best.” He nodded then, have to establish the notion, half to truly wake himself up to this sudden and harsh reality. ”If anything were to...” Happen to either of us “should would need to know what is happening.” If either Brittlebreeze or himself were killed before they could crack StarClan’s message, the results could be disastrous. They would be leaving the whole of ShadowClan behind without a clue of what hung above them, waiting in the wings for its moment to strike. The mere thought of it sent a wave of both aggression and terror shooting down his spine. “You can tell her when you believe she is fit,” he then mewed. “She is injured right now, yes, but as soon as possible…” His ice blue gaze alone held all the emphasis he needed.
"I wish he'd made it easier, if it's supposed to buy us time,” Brittlebreeze then mewed quietly, and Hawkstar knew he was referring to his father, Iceclaw, the bestower of this nightmarish prophecy. “I don't get it. This is wasting what time we have, trying to interpret a confusing conundrum," his voice grew agitated. "We could be taking action right now to stop this traitor if we knew everything clearly."
“I understand your frustration,” Hawkstar replied grimly. “I would be lying if I told you StarClan’s choice of action does not aggravate me. But everything in life is a test, always has been.” Whisker’s twitching, the Bengal tom was again descended into thought, unbothered by the silence that fell upon the den. It was not a comfortable one, but it was not awkwardness that made it so.
Hope then flared in the medicine cats eyes, behind the fear and exhaustion, the tiniest flare. Hawkstar found it oddly invigorating. "Do we have any leads as to whom can help us make it out?" he asked in reference to the Twoleg lingo aspect of the celestial warning. Despite the situation permeating the air around them, Hawkstar actually smiled, and in no small part due to the younger cat’s surprise.
“Indeed we do,” he began, pausing for a moment to consider the option. He sorted through his memories at a rapid-fire pace, conjuring up scenes of a skinny gray Oriental tom, his wide green eyes anxious as always. Not a ShadowClan warrior, not even a Clan cat, but…a rogue. It was odd really, but this tom had been granted unchallenged access to cut through the Marsh when he needed to. After all, he had risked life in limb for them all those moons ago… Hawkstar couldn’t help but feel a sort of fondness for the fretful tom; well-spoken, but shy. Brave, yet timid. Intelligent, yet clumsy. The gray tom was a walking heap of contradictions.
Then he remembered his last quality; and like a rock, the leader’s hopes plummeted. The rogue was a cat that could almost never be found unless he wanted to. Disappearing for moons at a time, returning with strange stories of his newest misfortunes and near death experiences… Hawkstar raked the floor of the den involuntarily with his claws.
“Thistles and thorns!” he snapped irritably. “We’d never find him this time of year…” Muttering a few more expletives steeped in both frustration and despair, Hawkstar looked once more at Brittlebreeze. “My apologies, Brittlebreeze, both for my tongue and my obscurity. I suppose you might not remember Tobias… you were rather young at the time when he blew in.” Not that you aren’t now. For a cat with such a high position within the Clan, Brittlebreeze was almost startling young, only around a year old. And yet he had done so much, finished training early with Ravenpelt, then-
Ravenpelt!
More memories came back then; his daughter, listening in rapt attention as Tobias hesitantly and nervously talked to her about Twoleg behavior, and language. What if he had told her something they could use?
“Ravenpelt might know,” Hawkstar said abruptly, sure now that he was most likely confusing Brittlebreeze even more. “She used to talk to him so much, about so much.” His pale blue eyes glittered at the thought. “She might have the answer to these ‘clocks’”.
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on May 5, 2010 14:51:12 GMT -5
The mottled tom was worried enough, but the mask of exhaustion seemed to take the edge off of his concern. He hoped he would feel as bothered by this as Hawkstar seemed to be once he had rested; he was their Medicine cat. Any injuries inflicted on ShadowClan were in his paws, and he already knew they all were putting the wellbeing of their lives with him. They were counting on him, and he was counting on himself too to heal them as best he could. Ears strained to listen to Hawkstar, he tried not to zone out. He hated that he kept realizing how tired he was, and couldn’t do anything about it… but this was important. It couldn’t wait, and he did in fact feel some disappointment in that. Surrendering to his desires, he settled down over the cool dusty floor of Hawkstars den, curling his tail comfortably around him; resisting even more the urge to fall asleep. And he would have, if it had not been for the leaders sudden response. Indeed we do, the young toms head shot up, ears perked with alert. There was someone after all; he was relieved to hear that, of all things. Warm contentment swarmed around him, and he smiled lightly, his thoughts seeming to drift off into the land of ease.
It was strange that he only felt forms of satisfaction. Was that because he was tired? Or that something had finally clicked right? He felt like everything would work itself through, and the anxiety seemed to fade away. Probably just for now, when I'm up to par again I'll be panicking like a worried queen. He thought, a chuckle escaping him in a whisper; a mumble. There was a long silence that stretched between them; he wondered if the leader had fallen back asleep, but that would have been ridiculous- Thistles and thorns! Eyes flicking open instantly, the white and golden tom shot up from his resting position, "What!?" he asked, eyes frantic as he scanned the den for intruders. "Hawkstar?" There was not a single thing out of place. The lichen had not moved, no wind, no invasion scent, no sounds... ice blue moonstones gazed curiously at the Bengal, questioning his motives for the uncalled curse. Or had it been necessary? He felt an ounce of dread reclaiming him, surging through his walk-wearied limbs, alongside his thin, crimson blood. We’d never find him this time of year… Oh no... was he referring to the cat he'd mentioned knew how to help them?
He'd been right. That familiar dread washed over him, swelling and overpowering his former liberation. A frustrated sigh escaped him and he got back up, accepting now that sleep was unfeasible. He couldn't sleep when he felt fear creeping up on him. My apologies, Brittlebreeze, both for my tongue and my obscurity. I suppose you might not remember Tobias… you were rather young at the time when he blew in. Tobias?? His expression drew a blank on that name, it seemed familiar but he was almost positive he had never met the tom, whoever he was. "I suppose so, he doesn't ring a bell." He murmured, absently. His thoughts consisted of many things, mingled together. Of fear for the future, and of eagerness to discover this prophecy to save what future they had. The same weight he'd felt fall on his shoulders after waking up beside the Moonstone made themselves known again; he sagged. Ugh.
Another outburst from the leader hit the atmosphere, and the Medicine cat paced back a step, taken by surprise once again. Ravenpelt might know, What? They were on Ravenpelt now? She used to talk to him so much, about so much. Confusion clouded the Medicine cats blue gaze, she did? She might have the answer to these ‘clocks.
"Then I'll have to go and talk to her," he started, and that was even more dreadful. She wasn't just still sour at him, she was injured. She was crotchety, and agitated; tired. He'd have to beat an answer out of her, he assumed. He tried to make his expression delighted almost that they had found an alternative to the prophecy, Brittlebreeze just wished it had been some other cat instead. Not his old mentor. "And what if she doesn't? Then what? How much time do you think we have before we're too late, Hawkstar?" He was deeply concerned. He did not want to die. "I hope enough time. StarClan forbid we learn the answer a moment too late," he would not say "lest we all die" he knew ShadowClan. They were strong, cunning, he knew that even the strongest of armies would not find them an easy target. "And are not prepared."
"And if she doesn't know, what might you suggest I do? Search for Tobias? Wouldn't there be anyone who knew him well enough, and where he might be? The Clan won't notice anything off if I leave to find him, I could be herb searching for all they know." The idea was abrupt, yes, but he found it clever enough. Hopefully, Ravenpelt knew. He didn't like the idea of venturing off into the unknown, if by chance there was someone who knew where this, Tobias, would be...
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Post by Hawkstar on May 5, 2010 20:41:23 GMT -5
The note of dread in the medicine cat’s tone did not go unnoticed by his leader, who flicked his ears and twitched his whiskers in thought, blue eyes sparkling. "Then I'll have to go and talk to her," the younger tom mewed brightly, his smooth, clear voice enthusiastic -- but carefully measured at the same time. "And what if she doesn't? he then asked. “Then what? How much time do you think we have before we're too late, Hawkstar?" A credible, honest question, and a question the Bengal tom wished he had the answer to. Frustration once again seized his mind, and he quickly fought down the compulsion to simply race out of his den and sprint to HightStones himself in record time. But no, he knew that StarClan would say no more, least of all to him. This prophecy was given to Brittlebreeze for a reason, and he would not interfere with the younger cat’s destiny, if that’s what this all was. The ShadowClan leader knew that the “we” Brittlebreeze spoke of was not just in regard to ShadowClan, but the entire forest. Darkness would consume them all if they faltered in their resolve.
Instead, Hawkstar resigned himself to kneading the soft material of his bedding with his strong paws, closing his eyes briefly as he did so. He could almost imagine the moss as his enemys’ flesh, molding to the shape of his claws’ will. He nearly snarled in anticipation at the thought. Opening his eyes once more, he gazed at Brittlebreeze evenly as the tom continued to speak.
"I hope enough time,” he went on. ”StarClan forbid we learn the answer a moment too late… and are not prepared." Hawkstar snorted quietly. Hah! That they would not be. Never again. This time, StarClan had chosen to warn them of the evil that lied in wait both outside, and most importantly, inside their borders. If ShadowClan were meant to perish in this upcoming struggle, they would at least put up a momentous fight.
And take a few down with us, whoever they are, he thought almost savagely. StarClan had not told Brittlebreeze about any sort of group; but Hawkstar knew it was not a solo individual. No warrior, no matter how strong, could even hope to stand up to an entire Clan without backup. It would be suicide.
"And if she doesn't know, Brittlebreeze continued, his pale blue eyes alight with earnest. “What might you suggest I do? Search for Tobias? Wouldn't there be anyone who knew him well enough, and know where he might be? The Clan won't notice anything off if I leave to find him, I could be herb searching for all they know..."
Despite the darkness clouding his mind and spirit, Hawkstar couldn’t help but smile at the young healer. ”You are very brave, Brittlebreeze,” he stated in his deep, smooth voice. ”StarClan honors that. However, if worst comes to worst, I’m afraid you will need to do just that -- search for Tobias. I pray that Ravenpelt will have the answers we seek, but like in all things, there is always the chance of our options failing us.” He closed his eyes briefly, picturing the rogue tom in question once more. “If you are to set out in search for Tobias, however,” he continued. ”I will not allow you to go alone. If you believe the forest to be dangerous, which we both know it is, the lands outside our territories are even more so. Trust me, I would know.”
Hawkstar coughed self-consciously then, clearing his throat.
”Anyway, if that is the path you must follow, a warrior or two will go with you. Laws that protect medicine cats from rivalries here will not defend you beyond our borders. Besides, you wouldn’t go out to collect herbs alone anyways, now would you? At least not as far as you might have to travel.” He laughed a little at that, despite it all, and then his eyes cleared again. “For now, speak to Ravenpelt,” he instructed, sharp eyes calculating as he momentarily lapsed into silence. A few seconds passed, and then he spoke again. ”And Brittlebreeze, she’ll get over it, all in due time,” he added more quietly, a knowing look in his gaze. All in Earth’s season... That’s what his mother had always told him.
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on May 9, 2010 18:30:06 GMT -5
You are very brave, Brittlebreeze, Hawkstars words surprised Brittlebreeze. He hadn't meant to sound valiant, he'd only intended to do what was necessary. Warmth struck him in his chest; it was familiar, sure enough but it was something he hadn't felt in a long time. Praise. It made him flush, bashful. He tried to pretend he hadn't heard it, but there was no way. Thankfully, Hawkstar continued with what he wanted to say, leaving behind the diffident feelings and the bighearted acclaim. His icy blue eyes then blinked, rapt on the Bengal. StarClan honors that. However, if worst comes to worst, I’m afraid you will need to do just that -- search for Tobias. I pray that Ravenpelt will have the answers we seek, but like in all things, there is always the chance of our options failing us. It was sad how true his words were, but Brittlebreeze didn't want to submit himself to despair. He had faith that they would find Tobias, that he would help them discover this confusing prophecy, and that everything in all its entirety would not occur too late. Nonetheless, in the back of his mind the chances were still at hand, they could fail. Gradually, ShadowClan could be destroyed and it all led back to the same, desperate guise. Tobias. If you are to set out in search for Tobias, however, I will not allow you to go alone. If you believe the forest to be dangerous, which we both know it is, the lands outside our territories are even more so. Trust me, I would know.
He nodded subtly- with this turncoat out and about, Brittlebreeze decided Hawkstar was right about that. The forest was suddenly very dangerous all of a sudden; a cat who was a traitor to their Clan would not likely follow the Warrior code: A Medicine Cat would not have such a safe passage, and if they were going outside of the Clan territories... he just prayed StarClan would go with him. Anyway, if that is the path you must follow, a warrior or two will go with you. Laws that protect medicine cats from rivalries here will not defend you beyond our borders. Besides, you wouldn’t go out to collect herbs alone anyways, now would you? At least not as far as you might have to travel. For now, speak to Ravenpelt, He was surprised to find the older tom laughing, though slightly. He might have gone alone... but again, Hawkstar was right. He wouldn't want to travel very long distances for, of all things, herbs. It didn't downplay their important role in his life, but if they were looking for a tom who could understand Twoleg tongue, herbs would be of no use.
As for Ravenpelt, he only sighed. He hoped everything went accordingly. Last time they'd spoken, she was just about to fling herself into a battle that she created. How smug she must be now, wounded in his den. His den. "Alright," he murmured, sleep deprived but otherwise alert. He wanted to ask about those two warriors... "About a couple warriors to go with me... I have one I want to request, Hawkstrider." He did not mention his reasons why. The truth of the matter was, he felt like he should keep him closer, in the likelihood of him eying Glenpaw. The thought did not comfort the mottled Medicine cat, and he knew he wouldn't be pleased to return to a closer pair.
"I suppose I'll see to the injured," he mumbled, mystified. He didn't feel like sleeping anymore, he was too worried about the omen. "and I'll let you know the damage by nightfall." He refused to wait too long before he got an answer out of Ravenpelt. He turned for the exit, his tail flicking as he stalked jadedly. And Brittlebreeze, she’ll get over it, all in due time, He stopped to absorb these words; he didn't know if it was true, but he trusted the leaders judgment. He was her father, afterall.
"Yes, Hawkstar." And then he was gone; out into the crisp, morning air.
To: ffft, wherever.
(When he talks to Ravenpelt, and she doesn't know what it means, he'll make another visit to Hawkstar to discuss their next step. That'd be when Hawkstar can assign the two warriors to go with him. How about Reedfisher? That plot needs to get going)
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