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Post by Kala on Jul 19, 2009 17:26:30 GMT -5
ZombieGrail simply nodded his head before padding off towards his den hoping he would get a bit of sleep tonight before it got warm again. Snorting, he padded through the rather wide entrance before slipping into the very back that held his nest well as HiddenFate's, but now he assumed the nest was open for anyone since his dear friend dissappeared. Shurgging, he curled himself down in the next in a lazy matter before driffing off to sleep, hoping his dreams would be of his own and not of Starclan's will.
FadedSong sighed heavily as she shook her head towards WhiteSoul's remark. "No, it is not wrong," she said noting how she hated others who used that line to get their clan mates to speak about their problems. It always worked. Curling her slightly fluffy tail around her paws, she looked away, her blind side towards the light coated warrior. "Don't get me wrong, but sometimes I wish I could keep things to myself, but if one cat starts to keep secerts, then the rest of the clan will fail." she said before shaking her head gently. "I am distracted everyday. I know what the others think of my apprenace, but I don't say a word for snapping at them with horrible remarks won't make it any better." Sighing, she dropped her head between her shoulders as a ripple of saddness rushed through her body. "Just feel I have to be stronger than what I need to be to prove to the rest of the clan I am useful...you know? Guess that is why I lie saying I am alright. Shows I'm strong..." Sighing once more, she turn her icy blue eye onto WhiteSoul with wonder filling her only port to view the world.
FernShadow slipped out of the bushes shaking her front paws off freeing them of the freashly ground up dirt. She has just buired the pray she had just hunted not even five minutes ago, yet it seem to be ages. The ground was very dry form the lack of rain which made digging quite hard since it was mainly dust. The once light and dark brown she-cat looked completely brown. Her faint silver and white markings gone as well. Snorting, she sneezed loudly making a small cloud of dust form around her head. "Oh great starclan!" she cursed out loud before padding off to find other pray trying to think positive about her current state. 'At least they can't spell me,' she thought gently.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 19, 2009 17:54:24 GMT -5
Not once did the tom open his jaws during her little speech. For any cat to have something like that constantly around them, it had to be a dangerous burden. True, once or twice he, himself, had thought a few remarks that might have turned the wrath of Fadedsong upon him, but that back a while. Sure, it still may be a surprise every so often when you don't expect a cat like her to have wounds such as that, but once you got used to it, there wasn't much to be surprised about. She had so much to worry about because of remarks and thoughts the clan had.
Whitesoul sighed. "Every cat tries to work hard to become better than they already are. It's how we improve, but that, that's just wrong. To force yourself to have to prove yourself to the clan that should support you... It shouldn't have to be that way." The tom stood, padding over next to Fadedsong. "It's alright to keep secrets or to open up to someone every now and then and tell them something that's bothering you. It's not showing weakness. No one's going to think you as a weaker cat for doing it. Sometimes it takes more strength to tell someone than to bottle it up." What he did next surprised even him. Whitesoul licked Fadedsong's shoulder.
Snorting to himself, Blackstrike was mumbling things that would make any queen glare and growl at him. Why did Whitesoul have to bound off so quickly like that, after Fadedsong no less! Not that he thought there was anything wrong with the she-cat, but Whitesoul was his friend, not hers. Ears pulled back, and for a moment the tom felt slightly ashamed of himself for thinking such a thing. Only for a moment because something had caught his attention. His ears twitched, nose scenting the air. He couldn't pick up the scent of any cat he knew, then again, that wasn't saying much since poor Blackstrike barely paid attention to the goings on in Rogueclan.
He dropped into a crouch, slinking towards the brown thing moving in the trees ahead of him. Mouse? Nah, too big. It had to be something else completely. A cat from another clan? Possibly. The closer he got, the more sure that was it. No cat from Rogueclan would have a reason to hide their scent. "Gotcha, you stinkin' pile of fox dung!" he meowed loudly before lunging at the brown pelted cat, completely unaware that it was, indeed, Fernshadow.
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Post by Kala on Jul 19, 2009 18:26:02 GMT -5
FadedSong's eye was locked onto WhiteSoul listening to him letting each word he said sink into her mind. WhiteSoul may not have any idea what he just said or that it was just the right statements to be uttered towards her. Sighing softly, she went to reply, but felt a rough tongue draw itself over her shoulder. The gray tabby blinked a few times before tipping her head back slightly to look up at WhiteSoul with a bit of shock yet aw in her eye. "It is great to know that there is someone in the clan that is willing to say those things. Really it means alot to know that someone won't think me weak, guess most of that is from my own wary mind." She replied gently before chuckling slightly.
Standing up to her paws, she stood there for a moment before rubbing her muzzled against his shoulder in a friendly matter before taking a few steps back. "WhiteSoul, since you listened to me, you can come to me if you ever need to take weight off your shoulders. Really to return the favor." she offered with her tail twitching about in the air like it normaly would do when she felt relaxed and content with things around her well as herself.
FernShadow was about to leapt into the air to make what would have been a perfect kill against a raven if someone hadn't jumped onto her back. Howling, she twisted in the cat's grip making sure they wouldn't have a steady hold that is until she reliazed who it was. "Blackstrike?" she questioned out. "L....let...let go! It...it is...um...is is FernShadow!" her voice was shaking as she became shy once more as she stop moving about not wanting to edge on an unwanted battle between a clanmate and herself. It would be madness and Billowcloud would have their heads for it. This was just not her day. No, not at all.
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Post by seren on Jul 20, 2009 13:54:37 GMT -5
ooc: Do you mind if I skip ahead a bit to when Billowcloud sets out for the Moonstone?
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Post by Kala on Jul 21, 2009 14:18:17 GMT -5
ooc// fine with me
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Post by Tiger on Jul 21, 2009 22:53:29 GMT -5
The way she rubbed her maw against his shoulder surprised the warrior. He blinked at Fadedsong, not quite sure how to respond to that. "Er... yeah. Sure I will." Getting quickly to his paws, Whitesoul gave his chest a few quick licks. "We should continue hunting then, I guess. I haven't caught anything and I sent Blackstrike to look for-" He stopped, realizing what he might have done. Blackstrike was a dense cat, that much could be assured, and he had sent him to look for Fernshadow, one shy she-cat. "Oh damn."
He looked over his shoulder, tail twitching anxiously. "Do you think Fernshadow will be able to handle him?" Whitesoul wasn't worried for his friend, but rather the poor cat that had to deal with Blackstrike.
He was on the enemy feline's back! Yes! Perfect move once again! His pride had overtaken any combat common sense that a warrior should have. The twisting the cat did under his claws did not help her situation any. It wasn't until the familiar stutter and voice filled his ears that Blackstrike even thought that the cat beneath him could be a spy. "Ha! Likely story! What clan are you really from?" He lowered his head closer to the pelt of his pinned down foe, only able to get dirt in his nose.
Poor Blackstrike wasn't the brilliant fighter he thought he was. The tom drew his head back and sneezed, catching a small bit of Fernshadow's scent in the moment before his sneeze made him let go and stumble back a few paw steps. "Er...hehe." Okay, so it was Fernshadow. It was an honest mistake! Anyone could have made it.
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Post by seren on Jul 22, 2009 0:18:47 GMT -5
Evening crept stealthily close when Billowcloud set out for Moonstone. With a sigh, he prepared himself to embrace his new lifestyle and leave behind his carefree, dreary duties. Time to tom up, he thought, his tongue scraping alongside his cheek and fiddling with his jaws. It felt as if something was stuck on the side of one of his fangs, and no matter how hard he tried to pick the spot clean, it would not budge. Responsibility overwhelmed him for a sliver of a second, and he--just for that sliver of a second--considered turning back.
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When his paws were aching from the thorny journey, he craned his neck and breathed a sigh of relief. Barely fourteen pawsteps ahead of him lay the small cavern in which Moonstone waited for his eagerly anxious lips. Spine stiffening, his legs temporarily forgot the fine art of movement. With a thorough push, his mental blockage began to ebb. Creeping along, the path felt agonizingly lengthy. By the time that it took for him to plop down on the floor in a heap and jab his nose into the rock's sharp edges--he stifled a cry of pain, as he didn't want to offend their holy ancestors--his anticipation had nearly killed him. Dreams came to him after a moment, and the lights around him began to grow dim...
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Post by Kala on Jul 28, 2009 15:32:39 GMT -5
ZombieGrail was sitting just outside of his den as he watched BillowCloud slowly slip out of camp which made him frown slightly, but there was nothing he could do with his doubts. He had to follow what StarClan told him well as be brave and strong for his clan which were muttering as they watched the once bitter tom leave for MoonStone. Some doubt he would become leader while others said he would become leader and the best RougeClan had seen. Though to ZombieGrail, he simply saw it as another noble warrior going off to do what Starclan placed out before him.
FernShadow meanwhile was on the other side of camp muttering away about how stupid tom cats were and how they never listened to she-cats. Snorting, she lashed her tail out hoping that BlackStrike won't get any ideas of searching out to speak to her for he wouldn't get a word from her. Simply because she was still very upset with him and that she was Starclan awful shy so her words would be slurred. Both bug green eyes turn to the warriors' den which quickly made her eyes soften as the thought of one tom came to mind. Even then the thought of him made her insides turn and feel as if butterflies were hitting the walls of her stomach. Sighing contently, she glanced over to the great oak tree where her younger sister was resting at. 'Wonder if RavenFeather made FadedSong feel that way,' she thought in a hopful matter.
FadedSong was curled between the roots of the great oak tree with her face hidden under her tail, all but her slightly spotted pink nose. The young warrior was off dreaming of the black tom that had gone missing almost two seasons ago now. Her best friend and maybe if he had stayed around her mate. Speaking of mate, her dream was about that tall sleek tom who was the clan clown. He was there sitting with kits looking much like running about them with delight in their yellow-green eyes. Everything seem content and they looked happy, though birds began to fly about blocking out the sun which made her scream out which made the birds dissappear only to show that RavenFeather was missing leaving her alone with no one but herself. Waking up with a start, the she-cat mewed,"RavenFeather." Though this made her shut her mouth as she felt completely stupid about uttering that name. He was gone. gone forever now most likely.
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Post by seren on Jul 28, 2009 19:54:02 GMT -5
Before him, a crowded clearing of a plethora of multi-colored cats waited, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was for him. Deciding that they, as celestial bodies, had far more important matters to attend to--not to mention cats--he shook this thought away like one might flick a bug. Until he coughed, no one seemed to even take notice of him. At this small gesture, however, they all exchanged conspiratorial glances in an eerily determined silence. Approaching him slowly was a slight she-cat with a pelt as pale as the moon and a look of uncertainty on her maw. Mouth agape, the she-cat studied him carefully, evaluating his character, he thought.
"Billowcloud," she grandly called at last. Taken aback by how powerfully vociferous the she-cat's tone was, Billowcloud nearly jumped out of his skin. Casting a frightfully devoted look at the angel-resembling she, he felt that the least he could do was to lend his ear to anything that she had to declare.
"You have survived very much...including heartbreak." Her whiskers twitched as he grimaced at this before continuing on. "Now, it appears that you are required by duty to take on the role of leader for your Clan. We expect great things from you; do not disappoint us. We know that your journey through life's tribulations and trials thus far has prepared you for such a role. But, there is still much for you to learn. Open your ears and your heart to those around you and what they have to say. Always consider others before yourself, no matter how challenging that may be." Did she know of his behavior earlier? Gulping, Billowcloud marveled at how filthy his pads had become from wandering around the forest as she chortled.
"Yes, Billowcloud; I know. Do not be ashamed of your actions; many before you have failed or been led astray by their own vanity. Allow me to reiterate my earlier imperative; do not disappoint us. I cannot tell you of GlassStar's failure to uphold her promise, so please do not ask.
"So now we grant you nine lives in place of one. You give us your life, we give you replacements. I, Cloudheart, grant you your new title, Billowstar. Good-bye." Before he could question her peculiar statements any further, Cloudheart stepped forward, a kind of hidden pain that had always clouded her eyes swimming to the surface as she touched noses with him. He cried out as a sharp and blinding sight overthrew him, sending him back to Earth.
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Billowstar awoke with a start, realizing his new responsibilities. Squinting through the darkness that engulfed him, he wondered how much time had passed. Without a word, he rose to his paws and began the slow and arduous journey home, preparing himself for any unfortunate run-ins.
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Post by Kala on Aug 13, 2009 13:14:59 GMT -5
ZombieGrail glanced up at the sky noticing how the first streaks of dawn started to create their pink glow. Blinking slowly, he looked about the camp watching some parts of it slowly fall asleep while other parts where just waking up. Sighing he shook his head rather roughly before dissappearing into his den wating until he was called upon by his newly apointed leader. 'Maybe he will stay around for awhile...' he thought before curling his well tone body on a bed of moss.
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Post by seren on Aug 13, 2009 16:52:45 GMT -5
It was well into the next sweltering day that the ragged new leader approached his Clan. Cursing under his breath, he could've killed himself for choosing to go through the barnyard area. Rats. Everywhere the eye could see, rats appeared, seemingly from the very cracks in the barn's walls that he had sought shelter in, and ganged up on the poor, sleeping tom. Nearly dying from a heart attack, he had flung them far enough out of range to escape, but they seemed to possess their own giant militia, as they continued their assault with renewed vigor. Luckily, he had been able to maul through the ones blocking his exit and sprint into the nearby woods, where he soon fell into a leaf trap. The rats seemed to give up as he fell into the deep pit, their squeals of triumph echoing in his ears. He was surprised they didn't dive in to finish him off. Moments later, a Twoleg found him and, taking pity on him, set him free--another puzzling idea. Shrugging his shoulders, he bounded for Highrock, now, just glad to be home.
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Post by Kala on Aug 13, 2009 17:44:09 GMT -5
FadedSong, just waking up from her long rest under the Great Oak tree, heard something from beyond the tunnel, but did not react just yet to it. Parting her jaws, she tired to take in the scents, but nothing yet. Frowning she stood up to her paws shaking her pelt out freeing it of twigs and moss. She hardly slept under the oak tree anymore, but when she did, it never failed to make her pelt nice dirty as if she had rolled about on the forest floor after a storm. Twitching her nose softly, she began to lick her pelt clean though it was hard to ingore the horrible taste of moss this early in the morning. 'Wonder when BillowCloud or BillowStar will be back,' she thought wondering how the clan was going to change with a male leader in charge. The last male leader they had was her father Cloudstar, though that was almost two full seaons cyles ago. Maybe the clan needed a male role model with the strange cats lurking about in the forest now adays. For whatever reason, cats felt safe with toms. Maybe because of the stereotype? "Oh FadedSong," she muttered under her breath,"You sometimes let your mind drift off to far..."
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Post by seren on Aug 13, 2009 17:53:27 GMT -5
Contact! The brown tom nearly jumped out of his skin as he came to a halt at the fresh-kill pile. The mingling scents of the different Clancats sent him into ecstasy. Why he had decided to travel alone was beyond him. Whatever strange force had possessed him during the Moonstone encounter had left his body entirely, and he was all too happy to abandon responsibilities momentarily. Tearing into a vole's soft stomach, he felt like himself again, only better. For the first time in moons, he was happy.
Once he'd finished his meal, he leapt onto Highrock to declare his news. "Cats of RogueClan, gather around Highrock.
"I have returned from my pilgrimage to Moonstone where I have touched noses with an ancestor. This ancestor told me, more-or-less that being a leader requires discipline and great responsibility. Without you, my Clanmates, I cannot fulfill this role. I thank every one of you for being loyal to your Clan. I have sworn to follow StarClan's will and have been granted the nine lives of a leader, but I ask that you treat me in exactly the same manner in which you treated me when I was Clan deputy and a mere warrior. Under my rule, I hope to secure a peace treaty with certain Clans and to make our Clan strong and safe for future generations. With that said, I thank StarClan for trusting me enough to bestow such an honor upon me."
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Post by Kala on Aug 13, 2009 18:22:11 GMT -5
FadedSong slowly padded towards Highrock when she spoted BillowStar make a move towards it. She was delighted to see him again though more delighted when she heard his great news. Tipping her head back, she clung onto his every word wondering how so much pride could wave off of him when before he would only show it during battle or out hunting. 'Touching noses with our ancestors really must be a life changing event,' she thought softly blinking with wonder as her tail flickard about behide her.
ZombieGrail was watching from the side with a smirk on his face awaiting BillowStar to finish his grand speach. He was only here to listen to his leader and be a voice from starclan if anyon was to question BillowStar's truthful words. Though he could not help but wonder if the newly apointed leader was going to pick a deputy now or wait until he spoke to himself, the strange medicine cat.
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Post by seren on Aug 16, 2009 21:23:32 GMT -5
Addressing the crowd of cats that had swept into a sea beneath him, he felt overwhelmed for a second. Shuddering, he paused and scanned through their faces, trying to make eye contact with everyone. "As you know, RogueClan needs a new deputy. I am sorry to say that I cannot appoint one at this time. There are plenty of worthy cats for the position, and, thus, I need time to collect myself and make up my mind. Because of this pressing requirement, I will consult Zombiegrail"--here he flicked his tail in the medicine cat's direction and gave him a gesturing nod--"as to StarClan's will or feelings toward the matter. I shall bring word to you all by Moonhigh. With that said, I take my leave." Dipping his head in respect to his beloved Clan, the mousy-furred warrior leapt from Highrock and picked his way over to the wise medicine cat.
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