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Winter
Dec 22, 2008 19:01:07 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 22, 2008 19:01:07 GMT -5
ooc: Pardon me, but--that's the best damn fight scene I've read in a while! Although, I guess it's not really a fight if Driftmoon isn't fighting back (yet.)
bic: An uncontrollable urge controlled the she-cat as she watched Winter make a mockery of herself--at least in de Ongelovige's anything-but-humble opinion--by attacking a submissive cat. It was like fighting off a corpse; no effort needed. "This would prove far more amusing if you'd actually try," she called to Driftmoon. Come on. Show us the true extent of your fighting capabilities. How are you in combat? de Ongelovige did not know that Clans had ranks, she did not know that medicine cats were not often as well-trained in combat, and she didn't know anything about LegendClan's cat's powers. The last would almost certainly be the death of her someday.
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Winter
Dec 24, 2008 14:56:21 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 24, 2008 14:56:21 GMT -5
ooc: Yes, I am aware, unfortunatly, I'm not exactly the best a fight scenes. Sorry if it comes as a dissapointment.
Excuse me? More amusing? I'll show you amusing. DriftMoon thrust herself upwards, Winter still clutching to her sides, and crushed Winter into the ground. She heard the heavy breath pushed from the white she-cats chest. A smile of satisfaction crossed her gray maw. She felt Winter retract in surprise, and quickly sprang off her, getting to her feet, this time prepared for a fight. The clouds that suddenly appeared and then dissapered, now covered the ground in a thick fog. A doubly edged blade...but better than nothing.
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Winter was surprised that the scrawny, gray she-cat could muster up so much strength. And when the breath was heaved out of her, she retracted in even more surprise. Looks like I underestimated the Clans... But the fog was something that she didn't expect. It covered the Medicene Cat's sent, and appereance. But the good thing was that it divereted her as it did DriftMoon.
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Winter
Dec 24, 2008 17:08:21 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 24, 2008 17:08:21 GMT -5
ooc: It really is good, though! I'm not so great at fight scenes (especially if it's between my own two cats)--I usually end mine as quickly as I can.
bic: Purring, de Ongelovige reveled in the fog. Delicious! Winter really was as weak as she appeared. Clucking her tongue, she inwardly tsk!ed the pure-white she-cat. And what about this other one? Oh, how rude of her! She had neglected to get her name--this would never do. "What is your name, Gray One?" she loquaciously called.
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Winter
Dec 24, 2008 17:39:45 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 24, 2008 17:39:45 GMT -5
ooc: Thankies! this one is about to end...I'm just about to kill her off, so..... 'Blacktip' needs to do something or!!!!!!!!!! put the last blow to DriftMoon. Just a thought.
bic: It was true that they had shared with her - to DriftMoon's knowladge - their names. So, she decided to tell them theirs, but included her title. The LegendClan Medicene Cat. "DriftMoon," She called to 'Blacktip', "The LegendClan Medicene Cat." And pretty proud to be it too... She thought.
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Oh how stupid you have been, DriftMoon. Winter then located her quitely through the fog, because tracking a noise was only second nature to everyone who knew how to hunt. Easy. Such an ameture mistake she had made...to reveial her location. Behind her she stalked, low on her haunches.
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The dampened scent of her opponient slugged through the fog. Learning how to smell all of the herbs did come in handy! It had made her nose more aware? Sure, lets call it that. DriftMoon twirled around, gracefully - like her mother - and then launched herself at Winter. Winter dipped out of the way, just on time, and snagged DriftMoon's side. The gashes on her side had slowed the amount of blood they gave up, and her right side had stopped completely. But Winter's slash of claws deepened the wounds on her left side, starting the blood bath all over again.
The smell of blood was almost overwhelming. It didn't make scense why these cats were making an attempt to fight with a Medicene cat... But she lashed out warily, but missed her sugar-pellted opponent. Blood loss was starting to get to her.
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Winter
Dec 26, 2008 21:33:46 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 26, 2008 21:33:46 GMT -5
Gasping, she feigned surprise, as if she were impressed by how important this titled she-cat was. "Oh! Thank you for your swift response. Now I'll know who I'm saying good-bye to." Steadily padding over, she laid a paw on the she-cat's abdomen. Pressing down hard, she relished the metallic scent of blood. "So sweet." Murmuring now, she brought her lips to Driftmoon's stomach and began to lap it up, sullying her clean white fur. "Good-bye, Driftmoon," she hissed before sinking her fangs into the medicine cat's throat, hoping to end her wretched existence.
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Winter
Dec 26, 2008 21:41:00 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 26, 2008 21:41:00 GMT -5
ooc: hha! now I shall re-post my earlier post in the other thread!
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Winter
Dec 26, 2008 21:42:23 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 26, 2008 21:42:23 GMT -5
The world swam before her eyes. 'Blacktip' had forced her to the ground. Her knees sank to the ground and her non blood-pouring side landed on the ground with a thick 'thump'. Breaths came in deep chest-schmeckleling gasps. Somewhere behind her, she hear the shaky movement of leaves on a tree that were moving. Her nose only smelled her own sickly satly, nickle smelling blood. Her paws tingled. Pain didn't even try to bother the poor dying Medicene Cat. This wasn't a surprise to her, but it probably should have been.
"Looks like she's gonna die....better get out of here." Winter muttered to herself. Her sleek white pelt looped gracefully around in the green/brightly colored forest, and darted out of sight. Only a shudder of underbrush would reveal that Winter was ever in the boundries of LegendClan, or any clan for that matter.
DriftMoon didn't watch Winter sprint away, her life and everything she loved was flashing in her mind's eye. Strider, the only figure she would ever count as her parent. A snarl was painted arcoss his face as tiny cats attacked him from all sides. SliverMoon. Once, when she was still DriftPaw, she had entered SliverMoon's dream realm. This was the thing that made them close friends in the first place. Unicornpaw...UnicornDream. How did she grow so fast? Ripkit. May StarClan bless the one and only adorable kit. "You'll stay here forever."
And then, for the first time in a long time, she saw him. NightHunter. With the look she loved most on his face. His golden eyes were filled with joy. Maybe...no. This would not happen ever again in the futcher. This scenario was from her past, her childhood even she would dare to venture. In her pyhsical body -though DriftMoon didn't know- tears started to fall from her eyes.
The smell of the clan filled her nostrils. She could have been in camp it was so strong. The places she adored around the territory flashed by in milliseconds. The old Oak tree. Her den, the apprentices den, the Gathering. The opening of the camp clearing, with its blue mushrooms and its glowing golden fire-flies. Truthstar was standing on the tall rock that she would often call clan meetings to.
DriftMoon's eyes flashed open. The world rushed in on her, all of her sences returning. 'Camp...get to..camp.' Her thoughts were slow moving, as if being dragged through a thick mud. The blood that had once poured from her heaving side had slowed some; enough for it to stop pooling on the ground at her feet. Would her paws move? Slowly, but surely, if it took her last breath, DriftMoon was sure that she would make it back to camp. A gentle wind tugged at her ankles, as if drawing her foreward. 'You have to.' Her own voice rang in her head, 'What would they do when they realized you were gone?' And at this thought, her body lurched in the direction of camp. Her mind was blank the whole way to camp.
Surely, she arrived. Everything seemed dark now, but her eyes were not closed. She was almost completely sure her eyes were wide open. Were they? Did she honestly know anything anymore? The only thing that rang out clearly in her mind was that death was inevitable. No matter how many times she pushed it back, it would come back with a blinding glare.
A foot through the entrance. The next foot. Again. Move. Again. Two steps into the camp. Her legs shook so badly that she no longer wanted to stand. Why would she need to anyways? She was home. This time her flank hit the ground first, followed by the slight smack of body and head against the ground. Her breath was much less than it had been when she first hit the ground. Now she was barely breathing. She could feel the slight stirring of air move over her tounge as she evened her breathing. At least no pain would come to her as she lay dying.
Would no cat disturb her? Good. Her eyes closed, she felt them close, though it made no difference to her. She wasn't seeing anything anymore. Nothing...just nothing. No noise, no feeling, no sight, no taste...no mortality. Was this immortality? Was StarClan comming for her? The wind whispered a chorus of 'yes's in her ear. Yes.
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Winter
Dec 27, 2008 2:18:29 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 27, 2008 2:18:29 GMT -5
Sniffing the atmosphere, de Ongelovige hmphed at the she-cat's final dismal attempts to get away. Pathetic. She had to give Winter proper credit, she realized, for doing most of the grunt-work and arousing her senses. She had a fetish that came with a great price--for others--she knew, and she regretted nothing ever.
Turning away, she steadily retreated to the Dome, knowing that no one would dare to question her motives or where she had been. After all, who cared about the Middle Ranks, or any Rank that wasn't High Rank for that matter? As long as she returned eventually, almost no one cared.
Rush was perhaps the exception. Always narrowing his eyes at everyone and anyone who dared to venture out into the forest for too lengthy a period, he turned his full wrath upon any lawbreakers, even mere potential lawbreakers. As to what "laws" he spent most of his time referring to, no one had any idea. Some suggested that he made them up, thinking that, as a High Rank, he held supreme reigning authority. Fools never learn.
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The rain had begun to steadily pitter-patter and slant off of all of the dens' rooves when Slivermoon finally returned from hunting to find Driftmoon's body. Gasping, she stared at the lifeless form, her friend, now dead and departed, for a solid ten drops of rain before realizing that she would never speak to this she-cat again. Her daughter, Fayreign, had been in camp all day. Why hadn't she heard anything? Why hadn't she seen the body yet?
In truth, Fayreign had sighted the corpse but hadn't wanted to make the dreadful connection that this kind, young, gentle soul was now lost and gone to StarClan. What's more, her cramps and pains had actually been the beginnings of labor; she had delivered three healthy kits (two toms and one she) to go along with her other adopted kits, who, she realized now, she had hardly spent any time with over the past few months. Inwardly bashing herself for behaving so distantly toward Windkit, Mysterykit, Icekit, Bushkit, and Aquakit, she vowed to make things right by promptly introducing them to their new siblings A-Stor (the one she-cat), Littlekit (the smallest of the premature babes), and Combinedkit (as when he crawled out of his mother's womb the first thing that he did was make a red slit across her chest, only to then immediately start whimpering and make up for it by lightly licking his mother.)
But now, here Slivermoon came to approach her daughter for the first time in quite a while. Taking several deep, cleansing breaths, she ordered herself to remain steady. "Fayreign," she choked out. "How long has she been here? Why didn't you tell me?"
Blinking, rage gripped at her. Here she was, her mother, and yet, she hardly knew her anymore, and her mother hardly knew her anymore. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mother. I'm sorry for not rushing out, kits clawing out of my body tail-first, to tell you that Fayreign had been killed. I miss her as much as you do, Mum, and I'm furious at whatever or whoever could've so brutally savaged her. Look at her--she's covered in blood still, even after I tried to clean her up a bit."
Lightning flashed in the distance as Slivermoon turned to look. Shuddering, she nearly jumped out of her skeletal frame. "She wouldn't want us to quarrel like this. I'm sorry, Fayreign. I've been so wrapped up in my own life, so selfish and narcissistic, never paying you any mind."
She blushed a deep crimson. "No, no, no, you haven't. You've been good to me, and while I do agree that you have been a little absorbed, you still did take care of me and try to mentor me. Thank you for all that you've given me."
She swiveled her head around to look at the corpse once more. "Now come on. Let's start the vigil."
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Winter
Dec 27, 2008 14:28:10 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 27, 2008 14:28:10 GMT -5
ooc: *sobs* OH- MY- GOD!!!!! SHE'S DEAD!!!!! crap..... I need a new main cat...*sobs* ohmygod......I didn't think she'd actually........ wow. Would you put her on the StarClan page please?
bic: Blister, first of the happy young couple to notice that the old Medicene Cat was dead, froze in her steps when she fist saw DriftMoon. She was covered in blood.... her side did not rise ... She was dead? Surely not! Such great things she had heard about the Legendclan medicene cat.... Surely she could not be dead! Blister called out, a stunned, grief-stricken cry. Symphoniapaw stood at her side in a matter of seconds.
"DriftMoon, who ... Who did this?" He asked not only his mate, but the heavens above. The sky offered him no answers, and nither did Blister. His mate's tail, always sizzeling and alive, made no noise now. A rain drop splattered his nose, StarClan was cyring? The great immortals above were morning their loss? DriftMoon would be watching now.
Unicorndream, the silver winged she-cat, had watched her dearest friend come into the camp. Her eyes had widened as the blood stained the ground, but now the rain would wash it away. Rain... Something DriftMoon enjoyed. Tears formed thick on the edges of her eyes now. How many cats would sit with her tonight? How many would stay? 'I certiantly will ... If I can...' she thought to herself.
And decpite his lack of familiarity with the rest of the clan, Softenedpaw had a deep connection with his Mentor. She was a good medicene cat, but a much better soul rested inside her heart. It was something to see, when walking out of the nursery - having just helped a poor queen through labor - to see his dead mentor, covered in blood. SliverMoon was going to start the vigil. Good. He would clean the dear healer of the clan, and then acompany her, through the rainy night.
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Winter
Dec 27, 2008 23:44:10 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 27, 2008 23:44:10 GMT -5
ooc: Done. ;3
Silence saturated the camp, all except for the pounding rain. Beating hard against her thick pelt, Fayreign grimaced. The freezing temperatures were getting to her; her kits were safely tucked away, so there was nothing to worry about at the moment besides her dying in twenty degree weather. Suppressing a threatening sigh, she built up a mental barricade. Everything was made vague, blocked out.
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Winter
Dec 29, 2008 16:03:28 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 29, 2008 16:03:28 GMT -5
ooc: Thankies!
The rain was cold, heavy, and wet. All of them must have been drenched, Softenedoak looked at all of them, the same look on their faces. Sadness. Such sadness. Driftmoon wouldn't want them to be sad... So why were they? Softenedpaw moved, slowly through the freezing rain. He layed down, just next to his dead mentor, and pressed his nose to the she-cat. She was colder than the rain, but he didn't flinch away. Unicorndream mimiced him, in movement.
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Winter
Dec 29, 2008 22:57:49 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 29, 2008 22:57:49 GMT -5
If for only a moment, Slivermoon felt as if Driftmoon was among them once more but in spirit form. Shivering slightly more from the cold than this thought, she was filled with a kind of...emptiness. She felt nothing now as she looked upon her Clanmates, her family more or less. It was strange for her to contemplate how she should feel as she feasted her eyes upon the already deteriorating flesh. Tasting the rain with her tongue, it had been a long time before she had been this blissfully numbed.
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Winter
Jan 2, 2009 15:38:49 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Jan 2, 2009 15:38:49 GMT -5
If she cold have been there, she would have seen... Her clan that all came together. But now more and more cats were slipping away. Ether cold with freezing rain or, they would not stay for the vigil. It was only those who had known her best who would stay, maybe not even that. She would have been glad that she could help SliverMoon, after trying for so long.
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Winter
Jan 3, 2009 20:25:40 GMT -5
Post by seren on Jan 3, 2009 20:25:40 GMT -5
How she yearned to break that vigil and just begin to speak of her friend! You have done so much good for everyone... If only you were alive to see and hear. You dedicated your life to this Clan, to serving, to healing the ill, physically and mentally. You helped us through our greatest times of need. You will never fully know how grateful I am to you. Thank you. Rest your soul forevermore.
ooc: are you okay with letting a week or so pass now?
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Winter
Jan 4, 2009 3:14:59 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Jan 4, 2009 3:14:59 GMT -5
ooc: Yeah. I think that is needed now.
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