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Post by C!NDERDUST on Aug 5, 2010 12:38:04 GMT -5
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A sound behind her made the gray medicine cat turn over one shoulder, scanning the undergrowth for the source of the sound. Her emerald gaze swept the brush, sparkling faintly in the moonlight, before coming to rest on a tabby figure, sitting directly before her. Blinking wisely, the she-cat spoke. ”You called, and I came,” her voice was clever but good-natured, and Cinderdust felt a warmth towards her immediately. "And I came. Cinderdust, we don't have much time to chat, and you don't know me anyway, so I'll make this as quick as possible—," The she-cat moved forward to sit beside the young medicine cat, and stared out ahead. Cinderdust, a bit confused, followed her gaze with sparkling eyes that widened in shock.
It was burning. Flames encased every tree, every leaf, every bush, every petal of every flower. Waves of heat rolled towards them and smacked Cinderdust in the face, making her gasp. What was happening? Was this the fate of the forest? She could only stare, mouth open, as the horror unfolded. The voice of her companion was sharp in her ear. "Eminent evil is hiding in the silhouette of a great shadow; blending, but the moorland provides no such. Before the witching hour ascends, the Clans must unite to fend off this malevolent misfortune." With that, she was gone, the ground shimmering slightly where her shadow had graced it moments before. The WindClan medicine cat remained frozen, back erect, tail wrapped around small paws. Her heart was sinking deep into her chest, making her breath catch and her eyes sparkle with tears.
And then, she was falling, falling, surrounded by pale sheets of water and ice, lit by shimmering flames that licked at her paws and made her scream . . .
Silence. Darkness. She awoke to the still sound of early morning, a faint light shining through the hole in the roof. How long she had been lying there was a mystery to her, and yet she could still make out two other forms. Brittlebreeze was gone, presumably back to his Clan. Feeling her heartbeat quicken at the reminder of the memory, Cinderdust backed away, striding quickly into the looping tunnels that would lead her up and away. She had to get back to camp.
"starclan help us,"
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short post, but it's over. Finally. :3
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Post by ƒireƒur on Sept 1, 2010 12:05:52 GMT -5
Though Firefur had never known Stormpelt in life, she knew her now.
In the form of raw energy, the former ShadowClan cat manifested inside the cave of Mothermouth and wrapped herself flawlessly around the Moonstone, watching the medicine cats in a way that did not require eyes. She felt and saw everything, but did not need the bodily parts to do so. She simply… was. An invisible celestial being, the essence of Firefur waited in utter stillness until the RiverClan she-cat made contact with the glowing rock in the center of the cavern, allowing its sense of coolness and grounding to swallow her whole. It was not long until she, like the others, was dreaming.
Good.
Centering herself, Firefur then allowed her consciousness to meld into Stormpelt’s with the ease and formlessness of water. It was a quick process, and in a matter of heart beats, Firefur opened her eyes to behold Fourtrees, bathed in moonlight. Looking around, Firefur did not see Stormpelt. The ginger elder then got to her feet and padded down deeper into the hollow nearing the GreatRock quickly. Then as the mist parted, she saw the RiverClan medicine cat, sitting and blinking through the haze. Knowing that she didn’t have much time, Firefur moved forward on silent paws, injecting herself directly in Stormpelt’s field of view.
“Greetings, Stormpelt,” the StarClan elder mewed slowly, eyeing the she-cat up and down. After her death, Firefur had been able to learn much about many of the cats who lived in the forest. Their histories, their fears. Looking at this, it was no surprise that Firefur was aware that Stormpelt had used to be a kittypet, nothing short of an outsider. Not that I have much room to talk, Firefur mused, smiling lightly at the brown and black medicine cat. But of course she also knew that upon being taken in by RiverClan after being abandoned by her Twolegs, Stormpelt had proven herself to be both a loyal Clan mate and knowledgeable medicine cat. A Clan cat the forest could be proud of.
But unfortunately for Stormpelt, Firefur did not come bearing praises.
“My name is Firefur,” the ginger elder continued, sitting down in front of Stormpelt and wrapping her thin tail around her paws. “And I am an elder of StarClan.” She flicked her tail. “Welcome.” There was no point in telling her that she used to be a ShadowClan cat. Will she trust me after what is soon going to happen to RiverClan?
“There are tough times ahead for RiverClan, I’m afraid,” Firefur mewed gravely, offering the medicine cat a sympathetic glance. “Death and danger will plague your Clan in the coming storm, and if you are not united, you will surely fall.”
“Stormpelt,” Firefur began, her intense gaze unwavering from the other she-cat’s face. “Beware an enemy that does not rest. Soon it will strike, quickly and quietly, and claim the life of one of your Clan mates. Do not attempt to fight this enemy, Stormpelt, for it has already sunk its roots in too deep to repair. You only job now is to contain it.” Firefur paused for a moment, thinking, then, “Another one of your Clan mates will soon meet the same fate as her father. Guide your Clan well when it seems that StarClan has been cruel, for it was not our choice to make.” Dumping this much misfortune onto the RiverClan medicine cat brought no joy to Firefur. Sadly, she was not done.
“The actions of some of your warriors will soon bring down a wrath on your Clan that it may not be able to bear. Alone, at least. RiverClan will soon need to make an alliance if it is to survive. Then when the time comes, all the Clans of the forest must unite to rid itself of an enemy that threatens to swallow it whole.” Firefur blinked when the moonlight around them began to fade rapidly, quickly plunging the hollow into darkness. Their time was up. Firefur gave Stormpelt one final glance before she was to awaken at Mothermouth.
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Post by stormpelt on Sept 1, 2010 20:58:26 GMT -5
Stormpelt opened her light green eyes. She was near the Great rock, with the sun shining through the four great oaks.
Suddenly, she wasn't alone. “Greetings, Stormpelt,” the ginger starclan elder meowed to her. Stormpelt had never known not met this warrior. “My name is Firefur,” the ginger she-cat said as she sat down in front of Stormpelt. “And I am an elder of StarClan. Welcome." Firefur said with a flick or her tail.
Stormpelt looked at the she-cat in awe. She'd walked in dreams with Starclan cats before, but she still wasn't used to it. “Stormpelt,” Firefur began, her intense gaze unwavering from the other she-cat’s face. “Beware an enemy that does not rest. Soon it will strike, quickly and quietly, and claim the life of one of your Clan mates. Do not attempt to fight this enemy, Stormpelt, for it has already sunk its roots in too deep to repair. You only job now is to contain it.” Firefur paused for a moment, thinking, then, “Another one of your Clan mates will soon meet the same fate as her father. Guide your Clan well when it seems that StarClan has been cruel, for it was not our choice to make.”
Stormpelts good quickly feelings vanished, as a sense of dread crept over her. How could this happen to her clan? But Firefurs voice interrupted her thoughts. “The actions of some of your warriors will soon bring down a wrath on your Clan that it may not be able to bear. Alone, at least. RiverClan will soon need to make an alliance if it is to survive. Then when the time comes, all the Clans of the forest must unite to rid itself of an enemy that threatens to swallow it whole.”
With one last glance, Firefur added, “If the Clans fail, they will be no more.” Then, she was gone, leaving Stormpelt to wake up in the dim light of mother mouth. I have to get home. she thought frantically. Turning towards the tunnels, Stormpelt raced through them. Racing, to get home to watch over her clan. |
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