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Post by 2littleboi0 on Aug 30, 2010 11:59:04 GMT -5
Yellow eyes blinked open, her mind on one thing only. Did my kits survive? she thought, glancing around. Sitting up, Daisyfield glanced around, noticing she wasn't in WindClan's camp anymore. No I need to be with my kits, she thought, clearly upset and angered that she wont be alive to watch her kits grow. Her tail flicked behind her as she streached and looked around StarClan's grounds. "Hello?" she meowed, her voice soft, yet able to reach over loud distances with out a problem. Thinking back, she smiled at the thought of being able to watch over her kits from StarClan, unlike when Phoniexstorm took Silvercreek for a mate and had to watch his kits grow up in RiverClan. |
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Post by mousewhisker on Aug 30, 2010 13:07:09 GMT -5
From beyond, a sigh sounded. It broke past the young she-cats lips, sending sparks of starlight into the cool, night air. She often wondered aimlessly if StarClan could ever control the elements of life and death. To send someone back, regardless of where their destiny took them, or what great end they were fated to. To perform the unthinkable was perhaps the most mysterious action yet, who knew what the results would be? To be, or not to be. To live, or not to live. To mourn from above, or mourn for nothing at all... these were all the questions.
Mousewhisker silently grieved for Daisyfield, because she wouldn't be able to teach her kits as they grew, she could be with them, she could watch them, guide them, but they would never see her. At least Daisyfield was safe, joined with the hands of StarClan now. What she did from here on out, was up to her, but her ancestors would drill strength into every step she took. Confusion traced claw marks over the former ThunderClan warriors mind; she sauntered towards the once WindClan queen. Hello? It was the softest, most mellifluous mew thought possible, and it tugged on the caramel golden she-cats heart strings. She set her tail over Daisyfield's shoulder, her creamy gaze filled with understanding. She had felt that way once too, she had felt powerless.
"Your kits are safe," she breathed, sympathy evident in both her intonation and her shimmering depths. "Heronwing will be a good mother to them..." It filled her very essence with sorrow to know that Daisyfield died as she lived, giving birth to new life. Now some other she-cat would have to take care of the three tiny bundles in Daisyfields stead. "But there are three kits here who are in need of a new mother, as well. They'll need you." Heronwings kits. They died when she gave birth, hence why the patched queen still had milk to spare. Was it StarClan who did it, or was it just cruel, twisted fortune? Beckoning her, Mousewhisker turned and drew two pawsteps. Come meet StarClan, she silently spoke, Come with me. Like that, she disappeared into the darkness of the trees; the shade and light flickered over her rich coat, inverting and changing course.
Bluestar and Featherstar would be pleased to unite once again with the fluffy she-cat; maybe then Mousewhisker could find Emberstar and Cedarstar. To be with her own Clan, though she felt far too long separated. Was there hope? Faith? Do StarClan need Faith?
"Daisyfield?" She called, pushing back a stride into the dense bracken. Her muzzle nosed from the ferns, inspecting.
(sorry, it's bad. but i wanted to join! 515)
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Post by 2littleboi0 on Aug 31, 2010 16:17:43 GMT -5
Hearing a sigh and seeing stars out of the coner of her eyes, she turned and came face to face with Mousewhisker, fighting against the sympthy she saw in the former ThunderClan's warriors eyes. "Your kits are safe," she heard Mousewhisker tell her and gave a silent sigh of relief. Thats all I wanted to know, Daisyfield thought, smiling when she heard Heronwing would be the foster of her kits. How though? she wondered tilting her head. . "But there are three kits here who are in need of a new mother, as well. They'll need you." Mousewhisker had said and the once WindClan queen understood. Heronwing's kits she thought, watching Mousewhisker quietly. Blinking, her yellow eyes filled with understanding and comfort.
Sighing the creamy tabby wacted as the Mousewhisker dissapered and started to follow slowly. Daisyfield? she heard Mousewhisker. "I'm comming," the WindClan meowed, following quickly after,blinking the confusion out of her yellow eyes. She took a deep breath and continued to follow Mousewhisker, her paws treadding quietly against the ground. Sighing, she flicked her tail as she padded towards where Mousewhisker had gone, following the other StarClan warrior. |
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Post by mousewhisker on Sept 2, 2010 13:25:54 GMT -5
As Daisyfield trampled after her, Mousewhisker slipped through the dense undergrowth. Her creamy caramel fur shone brilliantly, reflecting seemingly the rays of the sunlight while passing through the filtered streaks. It warmed her pelt, and glittered her eyes. This was StarClans forest, no matter what, Daisyfield would be safe, and could watch over her old Clan below for seasons to come. Pausing for the Queen to catch up, she brushed against her comfortingly. "Heronwing had a forbidden love, and her kits were born dead," there were hints of sympathy in her gentle mew; she continued to whisper explanations into the patched she-cats ear. "Her body still bearing milk, she'll be able to feed your kits with ease," smiling then, "We have a while before we get there, but... would you like to hear a story?"
Mousewhisker had lived in StarClan for many countless moons, or at least, it felt that way. She had died a brave warrior, though not fighting at the time; she suffered a severe injury protecting Sunningrocks from RiverClan. It hindered her steps and made breathing almost unbearable, Herbheart managed to ease the pain, but StarClan could do nothing to save her life. She died in her nest, having been watched over endlessly by her former mentor, Snowstorm. If things had been different, she wondered if she would have been able to fight for her Clan again, or if she would have been stuck in the elders den, forced into an early retirement. Did she regret forcing her Clanmate back for help in her stead? No, never.
Not even if StarClan offered would she change the past. It was done with, and she was proud to know that she died a protector. "I know quite a few." Sounds of their passage clicked and cracked behind them. Life flowed onwards, birds sang, and at every step, starshine erupted like an earthquake.
371 Not the best, but it's better than nothing. xD
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Post by 2littleboi0 on Sept 2, 2010 16:10:17 GMT -5
The patched tabby listened carefully and nodded when the other she-cat spoke to her. "Heronwing will be a good mother to my kits," she murmured, being comfort by that fact. Sighing, she trotted after Mousewhisker slowly, her yellow eyes calm now that she understood what was going on. "I'd enjoy a story," she moewed, her ears pricking up, flicking her tail excittedly. Glancing around, her eyes picked up the seemingly sun rays and let it warm her. "What kind of stories?" Daisyfield ask, titling her head curiously, blinking her eyes. Streaching slightly, she smile and started to pick up the pace, clearly starting to enjoy her new life.
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Post by mousewhisker on Sept 2, 2010 21:09:52 GMT -5
Knowing she'd hit a soft spot on Daisyfield, Mousewhisker purred warmly. It rumbled in the pit of her chest, coming up through her throat and vibrating her words when she spoke. I'd enjoy a story, Daisyfield murmured, animated. What kind of stories? Well, she knew many, as she'd said... she knew happy ones, about kits growing up, and she knew brave and courageous ones, about fights where cats fought to win, not to kill. The creamy she-cat also knew stories of unwavering, indomitable sorrow, where lovers died for eachother, where the innocents blood was spilled...
She didn't think Daisyfield had too much preference, considering where she was now was the best place to be. Omens and dangers would forever hinder the living, and there would be times where StarClan felt utterly useless and weak, but they could guide their loved ones. Maybe Daisyfield would like to hear thatstory... Flicking the tip of her tail over the queens cheek, Mousewhisker chuckled. "All sorts of them," winking, she paused as they stepped across a vast clearing. Rabbits and mice scurried into hiding when the felines brushes the fronds. The tall wheat swayed in the spring gust, starshine falling all around the moist, green ground. "I know a story of Stripepaw and Sapphirepaw, a pretty RiverClan apprentice," she whispered cooly, enjoying the wind.
"It was at her first gathering that she saw him, Stripepaw, he had beige tabby fur and brilliant green eyes. He sat beside his mentor, Rowanflower, occasionally leaning in towards her to listen to her explanations. Her tail tip pointed to the leaders who balanced altogether on the great rock in front of the four oaks," smiling, she glanced at the patched she-cat, "Sapphirepaw had light gray fur and beautiful blue eyes. She didn't know who he was, but she knew she wanted to meet him! It was when she approached that he turned towards her, clearly intrigued by the new presence. 'Hi! Who are you?' he asked, his voice bright and honey-like, Sapphirepaw was nervous to reply, so she brushed past him, too embarrassed to return."
Though it wasn't the end of the story, she wanted to see if Daisyfield had any questions before she went on. Had she realized yet that Stripepaw would one day be WindClans leader? It was a sad love story, one of both friendship and romance. And of death. Why the Clans should never fight; at least not now, not when they were already on the brink of extinction... Mousewhisker silently willed Fadedstorm to the prophecy; while he slept, she spoke with a plumed voice. It was as soft as downy, but it reached him, somehow...
A darkness awaits you, like the deepest abyss. The Clans must unite or die to fend off this imminent evil.
Ignore the omen to Fadedstorm, just have Daisyfield comment or something on the beginning of the story. 561
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Post by 2littleboi0 on Sept 23, 2010 20:14:16 GMT -5
The brown and white she-cat listened quietly, as she padded farther into StarClan territory, her attention focused on Mousewhisker. Flicking her ears, she sighed, and nodded when the other StarClan she-cat paused. "Stripepaw seems fimaller to me somehow," Daisyfield meowed, trying to figure out why. I guess he could be WindClan's leader, she thought, frowning slightly. Does he even know I orphaned three kits yet? she wondered, shaking her head. Heronwing will be a good mother, she thought and continued to focus on the other she-cat. "Go on," she meowed, excited to hear the rest of the story. Glancing forward the previous WindClan queen wondered how much farther they had, but it didn't matter to her. Just listen to the story Daisyfield, she thought, shaking her head to clear it once again.
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Post by mousewhisker on Mar 10, 2011 15:21:39 GMT -5
Daisyfield probed for more of the story, but Mousewhisker was suddenly lost in a daze of memories. Her own memories and no stories this time... For some reason, she recalled when she had first met another apprentice from a rival Clan. It was awkward at in the beginning, yet it was good. Like a bittersweet piece of fresh kill.
There were so many good things in Clan life, she deliberated somberly, recalling the nostalgic days before her end. Daisyfield was in StarClan now, she had a right to know all of the things that were currently threatening the Clan, didn't she? It wasn't fair to tell her hearsay when more lives like her own, were at stake... "Daisyfield," she began, her voice a saddened breath, "The Clans are all in danger."
Hopefully the former Queen would worry, everyone should worry. It was a serious problem arising... but she had just lost her kits, her family and her life. Perhaps her faith in her Clanmates would be all she could give, all anyone would really need... is it possible to pray to yourself for salvation? Mousewhisker prayed to hope, as she had before, while she lie in the Medicine cats den, suffering for many agonizing moons.
In the end, she was saved, but in a way not quite like she had planned. She didn't want the Clans to join StarClan - or any of their inhabitants. "StarClan has sent prophecies to the Medicine cats but we don't know if they will decrypt them in time." Her intonation was full of woe, a large switch from her previous warmth.
273 not crap but not gold either.
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Post by 2littleboi0 on Jun 16, 2011 10:54:34 GMT -5
Yellow eyes blinked open, worry clearly evident. "What danger?" Daisyfield asked, her tail flicking behind her. "And why wouldn't the medicine cats not figure out the prophecy in time?" she asked, curious, but frightened all the same. Shaking her head, the she-cat looked over at Mousewhisker, her eyes showing her fear and worry for the clans. Hopefully the medicine cats do, she asked, frowning. "What is the prophecy anyhow?" she asked, knowing she must be acting like a kit. "Sorry for all the questions, I'm just wondering what's going to happen," the she-cat explained, chuckling slightly.
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