AquaLux
Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on Apr 26, 2017 15:42:10 GMT -5
( No, not on hand anywhere... I'll have to take a picture of him when I get the chance, haha.
Also, sorry about not replying for a few days,  I've had a wicked toothache and problems with my wisdom teeth coming in, so I've been living with constant pain in my face for nearly three weeks, and these past few days have been the worst yet. -_- I can't get into the dentist until the 4th of May, either. It's such a pain, literally, haha. )
Graypetal's tail lashed back and forth, hearing Tallmyrtle's insolent comments and sort of wishing for once that he could actually use his head before he spoke. She was torn between the urge to whack her head against the rocks lining the stream, and just giving up and leaving before this whole situation went completely downhill - because either way, something bad was going to happen. What she did instead was just a way of expressing some of her annoyance; Graypetal turned toward the DewClan she-cat, curled her lip in a mocking fashion, and let her retaliation fly: "Oh? Calling him a dog? How creative!" She smiled fakely, and then proceeded to deliver her next words in a tone that was dripping with mockery and sarcasm, "If you're so clever, why don't you find a way to fix your Clan's glaring issues? If I were you, I'd start with your inability to keep your jaws shut." With that, she turned and followed after Willowstep and Tallmyrtle, keeping a respecful distance from the scent-line. Sandyrose perked her ears up at Graypetal's comeback, lifting her gaze from the ground to look back across the border at the DewClan patrol. The insults were just flying back and forth, but she was too anxious to join in - she didn't want to fight with them. She told herself it was because neither Clan needed it right now, but it actuality, it was merely because she didn't want to raise her claws against Whitequill, the only one she had met who shared her difficulties with fitting in. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sparkheart kept his eyes on the MistClan patrol. He didn't try and stop Snowblossom when she decided to act out, instead just fixing his gaze onto Willowstep. He narrowed his eyes, catching onto the tail gestures. He took it like she had something important to tell him, and he gave her a small, nearly imperceptible nod that he made sure no one else would notice. When his eyes finally slid over to Tallmyrtle, he fixed the younger tomcat with a dark look that only began to hint at his true nature, and growled out, "You wouldn't be able to handle the responsibility." He was referring to Tallmyrtle's cocky words of, 'I could be a better deputy!' Sparkheart kept his glare on the tall warrior for a moment longer, before he turned away and resumed marking the borders. "Someone who's so full of himself would never make a good role model or leader."
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Post by glacia on Apr 27, 2017 18:40:45 GMT -5
( Oh its okay! I was worried you had abandoned this RP. Oh my goodness. I'm really sorry. :c Are you getting them taken out? If you do have too, I hope you can get rid of them soon. :ccc Gosh, I'm sorry you have to wait that long. )
Tallmyrtle snickered, following behind Willowstep. He cackled, talking to her from over his shoulder, "Heheheh, nice one, Greypetal. You set em' straight!" He suddenly bumped into Willowstep, stumbling. Willowstep bared her teeth slightly at him, warning him that he was about to step over the line that marked her patience. Tallmyrtle frowned and then looked over the stream at the opposing patrol.
His ear twitched at Sparkheart's come back. He just rolled his eyes grinning. "Eh, bite me, ya' old coot! I'll put you in your place!" His long claws were now sheathing and unsheathing. He meant his words, he really did want to fight the deputy of DewClan and show off to everyone that he could pin down a deputy fair and square. He leaned over to Greypetal, whispering to her, "Aye, if we fight don't step in on my spot light. A'ight?" Tallmyrtle wanted all the glory on him. He glanced back over the stream again at the siamese shecat who looked like she was about to jump into the stream to fight him. The same one that called him a dog. He did not appreciate the gesture, but he would not mind fighting her either. His eyes swept over the weird looking cat with red eyes and the short stubby tomcat. "This is just laughable." He commented. The patrol looked so poor, he had the mentality that he could beat this whole patrol single handed.
Willowstep on the other hand had caught Sparkheart's nod out of the corner of her eye. Her paws felt cold against the damp ground. She licked her chest a few times to look casual after snapping at Tallmyrtle. She was not going to join in, just spectate. Although, she did not mind getting her paws dirty in a fight. Sparkheart had chosen some weak cats to patrol with, but so did she. Willowstep did not see Sandyrose or Tallmyrtle to be a threat. Sandyrose was too tiny, and Tallmyrtle was too cocky. She questioned Greypetal's abilities though.
Willowstep felt a cool breeze billow through her fur, ah, she had forgotten about the oncoming rain. She watched the water ripple against the wind ever so slightly. The stream was shallower here, only paw deep. She had lead Tallmyrtle to an easy spot for him to trudge across into battle. She knew he was tempted, she would tell in the glint in his cold blue eyes. All while cleaning her chest fur.
Snowblossom felt her hackles rise. She was not going to be badmouthed by some MistClan cat today. "Wow! Looks like you got two mutts there in need of some muzzling! And this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't started it first!" Snowblossom took two stomps foreword. "And here you are yapping back as well! Making you no better." She growled out with clenched teeth. What she had not noticed at that her paws were wrist deep in the water. She had lunged forward, blindsided in her argument. Snowblossom did not notice that her paws were still in the water and did not bother stepping out either. She was ready for this, she was having a bad day before this patrol even started. She was tired and was just not having it today.
Whitequill took a few steps back, distancing himself. His tail brushed against Gingerfleck's, making him look down at the pale orange tabby cat. Gingerfleck look frightened beyond compare. Making him wonder if he too looked that scared, but for different reasons. He was scared to engage in a fight with Sandyrose. 'I guess this is what the warrior code meant about not letting loyalties lye in other clans.' He shoved his thoughts about the fight in the future aside and focused more on preventing the fight in the present. He stepped foreword to talk quietly to Snowblossom. He stood on the shoreline near her. "Snowblossom, please, let's just go home." He was begging to her, talking to her in that tone of voice that a father would use with a kit.
She snapped at him, "No, they started this." She had to talk over Tallmyrtle who was singing, "Nyeh nyeh nyeh." And swaying his hips back and forth in a mocking fashion. Practically begging for her to take the first hit.
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AquaLux
Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on Apr 28, 2017 0:32:08 GMT -5
( I would't abandon this! I'm having way too much fun with it! XD
And yeah, I'm getting them pulled. It's been a long wait, and I still have a week to go. I initially went to see the dentist about it at the start of April, but they're apparently so busy that they couldn't fit me in until nearly a month after the fact. -_- These past weeks have been tough. I've been living off of painkillers and sleeping all my free time away so I don't have to deal with it. )
Sandyrose's fur continued to rise at the ever-heightening tension surrouning the two patrols. A fight was about to break out, she could feel it in the air. She curled her lip, green eyes frantically darting from cat to cat. An idea was forming in her head, but she was reluctant to act. It wasn't that she was scared it would be a bad idea, it was more like... it meant she would have to swallow her pride for a moment if she wanted to do it. But as she glanced back across the stream at Whitequill, she came to the conclusion that she would have to do what she had to do. She could put her pride aside just this once. The reddish-brown she-cat lunged forward past all three of her Clanmates so she was standing on the very bank of the stream, her front paws submerged in the muddy water - staring up at Tallmyrtle and effectively preventing him from taking another step forward unless he wanted to knock her down in order to continue. This was the closest she'd ever been to him by her own free will, and she opened her mouth to plead, "Please, stop this. This is wholly unnecessary... there's no need to fight here." She turned a bit so she was looking at Snowblossom a few feet away. "This is silly, can't you see? It's too close to leaf-bare to risk pointless injuries on mere border spats." Her ears flattened to her head, and she desperately prayed that Tallmyrtle and the DewClan she-cat would listen to reason and stop before it was too late. She was literally standing in between the two hostile cats, risking her own safety to try and stop the fight from happening. If her plan failed... then she would have no choice but to fight. Graypetal looked wide-eyed at Sandyrose, not expecting her to be the voice of reason to speak up in this rapidly deteriorating situation. She had never once seemed like the type - what had triggered her to plead with Tallmyrtle of all cats? The gray tabby paced the shore, her body stiff with tension. There had to be a reason, because Sandyrose had never spoken out about her worries of the season and pointless battles before. Graypetal dared to almost suspect that she had an ulterior motive to doing this, but she couldn't fathom why. At any rate, the small warrior presented some very valid points - the two opposing cats would have to be outright mouse-brains to ignore the truth of her words and start a fight anyway. She hoped that Snowblossom was a reasonable she-cat, and she hoped that Tallmyrtle's affection for Sandyrose would be enough to put him in his place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sparkheart's eyes narrowed even more, silently evaluating the scene in front of him. The small MistClan she-cat might prove to be problematic, but even despite that, he knew exactly what to say next. Completely ignoring Sandyrose's attempt at peacemaking, the deputy leveled his intimidating stare onto Tallmytle once more. He stood up to his full height, lifting a paw and crooking a claw at him tauntingly. "Bite you? Come a little closer. Get your paws a little wet - try and put me in my place." His eyes darkened then, and the mere flicker of his true self that had been there before expanded and swelled, revealing itself in the way he curled his lip and spoke his next words in a tone of voice that was cold and completely void of compassion: "I'll put you in the ground."It wasn't often that he let his friendly mask slip, but sometimes it had to be done. It was a side of himself that he kept hidden from his Clanmates, and he had no doubt that this was the first time they'd seen it - he didn't want to earn their support by intimidating them into submission, that was something he'd save for later, once he achieved his goal.
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Post by glacia on Apr 28, 2017 16:07:16 GMT -5
( Gosh, I am super sorry. You'll feel a lot better when you get them out I hope. Can't believe they made you wait this long.
;;;; Makes me nervous for when mine come in. Haha. )
Tallmyrtle bared his fangs at Sparkheart. He was so close to jumping right across the stream to bite at his throat. He took a step foreword but found himself bumping into Sandyrose. He had not forgotten her words, his gaze finally pried off of Sparkheart and Snowblossom as he looked down at Sandyrose. Tallmyrtle felt his throat grow tight, this was the first time he was ever unsure about something. He scanned her face for any motive to continue this argument, but the more he tried to find the will to fight in her the sadder he got. The whole reason for him coming was for her, the whole reason for starting the fight was for her. But here he was, standing inches away from skirmish, with her in between it. 'If only she would just let me do this for her.' He snarled at the conflicting feelings he was feeling.
Tallmyrtle lashed his tail and directed his attention back to Sparkheart, occasionally staring down Snowblossom as well. "You are so lucky. I would not hesitate to bite out your throat if Sandyrose was not here to stop me." He knew he had lost this dispute fair and square. "You better watch yourself next time around! Because there might not be anyone to protect you!" His threaten was weak because he felt drained from all of this. That was the second time Sandyrose had rejected him, making it two days in a row with no success. Tallmyrtle just wanted to go home and curl up in a ditch somewhere. Maybe he would get lost on his way back. He felt numb almost. Despite feeling all of these emotions inside he still looked threatening and ready to fight on the outside. He gave the cats another glare from across the stream and then looked at Sandyrose one more time with narrowed eyes. 'If this is really what you want.' He thought to himself, almost saying the words out loud, before turning around and stomping away from the border. His large ears were angled backwards, ready to hear any taunts from the other cats about how he was too chicken to even fight. He hoped no one followed him to where he was going, not even he knew where he was going. All he did know was that he wanted to be far away from there. How did his wonderful plan ever fail him.
Willowstep was poker-faced the entire time throughout the event. She turned her head to watch Tallmyrtle walk away while glancing at Sparkheart from the corner of her eye. She was mentally hitting herself at how this failed. She knew she could not get Greypetal to fight without Tallmyrtle present. Her tail flicked back and forth in annoyance. So close, so very close, but Sandyrose had to ruin it. Not that Willowstep disagreed with her, but this was not what she wanted. Not according to her plan or Tallmyrtle's plan.
Snowblossom snapped back into reality when she felt Whitequill nudge her shoulder to get moving. He whispered something in her ear about endangering her kits at the moment and she finally gathered up the will to pull her paws out of the water. She had not even noticed they were in the water. She spat on the ground in front of her. "We would have won this fight anyways and you know it." Her eyes looked dark and stormy, she meant every syllable in her sentence. Whitequill petted her back with his tail, flattening down her spiky fur. She did not move from the border where she stood, she was waiting for the MistClan patrol to leave first, they had to admit to pulling away from the fight.
It was hardly noticeable but Snowblossom was starting to lean up against Whitequill to keep her balance. Her paws and legs felt tired and shaky. She was not sure what was wrong with her at the moment.
Gingerfleck could almost feel his legs knock together. He picked up how scary Sparkheart's voice was. He had never seen him so frightening and unlike his normal self. He did not think that anyone else noted how different he acted except him as they were all caught up in the fray.
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AquaLux
Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on Apr 29, 2017 23:04:40 GMT -5
( Yeah... I may be a little inactive until I get them out and start to feel better. Sometimes the pain is more tolerable, so those are usually the times when I feel up to replying, Otherwise it's just too much to focus around. )
Sandyrose breathed out a sigh of relief, and with it came a quiet 'thank you'. She had managed to stop a fight from breaking out... just barely though. She glanced over at Tallmyrtle as he stomped away, feeling only slightly guilty for using his feelings against him. It had been her only option though - if he hadn't been so fond of her, she was sure it wouldn't have worked. She glanced back across the stream at Whitequill, somewhat hoping to catch his eye. He was doing his own part to keep the fighting at bay, and she couldn't help but wonder whether he was as reluctant to fight her as she was to fight him. Her whiskers twitched then, and Sandyrose found herself wondering why she was so hesitant at the idea of leaping into battle against him - yes, they had talked yesterday and had discovered similarities, but at the end of the day, they were still at opposite ends of the conflict. There was no logical reason why she should feel the way she did, it just didn't make sense. She didn't want to dwell on it too much, however, so she pushed those thoughts out of mind with conviction. She told herself that if it really came down to it, she could easily raise her claws against him. Graypetal watched the DewClan she-cat retreat, and then her gaze went over to her own patrol. Tallmyrtle didn't seem happy at all, not that she suspected that he would though. She supposed they were lucky that he liked Sandyrose so much. Her yellow eyes swiveled over to Sandyrose, and she followed the smaller she-cat's gaze across the stream toward the white-furred warrior with the strange pink eyes. She cocked her head to the side, examining him, wondering why he had caught the pale reddish-brown she-cat's attention. She was quick to dismiss it though - Graypetal herself would also be a little intrigued by such a unique appearance. Losing interest in the Sandyrose and the white warrior, the gray tabby padded a few steps closer to Willowstep and asked her quietly, "What now?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sparkheart twitched his whiskers in contempt at Tallmyrtle's submission. He had been fully prepared to engage in combat with the tall tomcat, in fact he had been banking on it. Now it seemed that the small she-cat had convinced him that the fight wasn't worth it. The DewClan deputy felt mildly frustrated, but nothing else could be done. Snowblossom seemed to have come to her senses as well, though she still looked rather angry. He uttered a low growl under his breath,but otherwise didn't say anything more as he turned his head to look around at his own side of the border. His eyes caught on Gingerfleck, who looked spooked out of his fur. He cocked his head at the stubby warrior. The tomcat had looked unsettled from the moment the MistClan patrol had showed up, but now it was even worse. "Is everything alright?" Sparkheart inquired, locking eyes with Gingerfleck. His tone had gone back to normal, all traces of the scary demeanor vanished. The deputy honestly looked like he had no idea what had his Clanmate so frightened, but deep down he suspected that he had actually noticed the brief change in attitude he had displayed not long ago. He said nothing of it though, just acted like it had never even happened.
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Post by glacia on Apr 29, 2017 23:36:11 GMT -5
( Oh gosh, I understand. Don't feel obligated to reply when you are in such pain.
Hehehe, when you get them taken out you should RP with me. XD I want to see when you are like on laughing gas. )
Tallmyrtle felt eyes on his back, he knew they were watching him leave into the marsh. He felt a tiny bit better when he entered the forest, his black coat hidden by trees. He walked quickly with purpose in his step, but he really did not know where he was going. He did not want to go back home, he did not want to see anyone, he did not want to do anything. He took a sharp turn into a patch of ferns, stomping through them and making a trail of where he has been. Prey and bugs scurried away as he passed by but he could not care any less about how much noise he was making. He had no motivation to hunt at the time. He glared at a tree and swiped his claws angrily at it. The bark had lines where wood flaked off at the force of his claws scraping across it. Tallmyrtle practically threw himself onto the ground at the base of the tree, burying his head in his arms. He pressed his head down into his arms hard, trying to block everything out around him as he curled up at the roots of the tree.
Willowstep's ears were moving around as she listened to Tallmyrtle stomp off, Sparkheart speak to his patrol, and her loud heartbeat all at the same time. She almost did not pick up Greypetal's mew. She cleared her throat, turning to her fellow warrior. She regarded her with the clear authority a deputy should have, "Take yourselves home. And I am not saying you should babysit Tallmyrtle. But if you happen find him out there, bring him home too." She adjusted her weight on her paws, "I'll finish up here." Really she was just looking for a chance to talk to Sparkheart, and to be alone to clear her mind.
"If Thistlestar asks what happened, just tell him the truth." Willowstep wondered how he would react. Not that there was any blood shed, but it was a scrabble. She really did not want to be here any longer, she could smell rain.
Whitequill chewed his lip, bringing Snowblossom away from the stream. She was muttering how she could have taken them, but her voice was distracted and she was not all there. Her eyes looked glazed over. From focusing on taking care of Snowblossom Whitequill did glance up a few times to Sandyrose. He wondered if this affected any of their plans. After he took Snowblossom to the medicine cat den he was still planning on coming back to the stream to meet her. He might be a little late though, but he was still going to come. 'I really am all over the place today, aren't I.' He laughed to himself.
"Ah, bah! D-Don't worry about me. Haha," Gingerfleck stammered out, still shaking like crazy. When Sparkheart came towards him his tail went in between his legs instantly. "J-Just tensions- haha- stress me out. I-I don't feel so hot r-right now." He was looking everywhere in all directions besides Sparkheart. No matter how seemingly friendly and normal the deputy seemed he could not get his dark eyes and foreboding voice out of his head. Whitequill had saved him from any further interaction with the deputy when the albino tomcat came over.
Whitequill had Snowblossom glued to his side with her head bowed low. "Sparkheart, I am going to take Snowblossom to the medicine cat. Something is wrong." He glanced at Gingerfleck, worried at how frightened he looked. "I think we should go."
"C-Count me in," Gingerfleck mewed, a little bit too eager to get out of there. "I could use some of those calm-me-down-herbs," he mewed.
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AquaLux
Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on Apr 30, 2017 0:21:22 GMT -5
( Hehe, okay. Thanks for understanding. :3
Great idea! XD I wonder what kind of ridiculous things I'll be able to think up, )
Sandyrose's eyes Whitequill's a few times, before she finally decided to turn her back on the stream, just in time to catch Willowstep telling Graypetal that they should go home. Her whiskers twitched and she resisted the urge to glance back over her shoulder. Instead she just began the treck back to camp, her mind wandering from Whitequill to Tallmyrtle to the DewClan patrol and back again. Eventually she shook her head and just decided to not think anymore as she walked toward the trees and was swallowed up by the pines. However, she had already made the unconscious descision to return later for the meeting she had promised Whitequill. It may not have been the best choice considering the disastrous morning they'd just had, but she knew she had to go. Graypetal nodded to the deputy. "Alright. I understand." And as she turned to look, she noticed that Tallmyrtle was already gone, and Sandyrose's tail was just disappearing into the pine forest. Casting one last look backwards as she went, the gray tabby was soon also was gone from sight, leaving only Willowstep alone at the edge of the stream. Padding quickly through the forest, Graypetal already decided that she would fetch Tallmyrtle and bring him back to camp, because knowing him, he wouldn't be going back home just yet, not after his plan had failed the way it did. She caught up to Sandyrose and walked in step beside her for a moment while she relayed what Willowstep had told her, "If Thistlestar asks, just tell him the truth. I'll be returning once I find Mr. tall, dark and arrogant and convince him to stop sulking." With that, she parted ways with the smaller she-cat and began trying to pick up his scent. It took her a little while, but she eventually tracked him down, the trampled-upon undergrowth and lack of prey sounds giving away that he'd passed by. She found him with his face down, pressed against his legs at the base of a tree. She stopped a little ways away from him, took in the sight of the claw marks embedded into the tree, before sitting down and curling her fluffy tail around her paws. She didn't say anything to him, just sat there, but she knew that her not-so-quiet approach had probably already alerted him of her presence. She waited there, waited for him to speak up first. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sparkheart cocked his head at Gingerfleck's stammering, blinking at him. For a moment his face went eerily blank, before he shrugged and meowed nonchalantly, "If you say so." He was right - Gingerfleck had been witness to his change in atitude - the deputy had to hide his smirk at how much he had frightened him. He obviously wouldn't be hard to intimidate later on. Sparkheart turned and glanced over Snowblossom's state, and nodded at Whitequill. "Good idea." He looked closer at Snowblossom and he didn't know how coherent she was at the moment, but he meowed to her anyway, "Get some rest. No more patrols for you for a while." He glanced at both Whitequill and Gingerfleck once more, before turning slightly and peering at them from over his shoulder. "You all head back now. I'll finish up marking the border." His eyes wandered across the stream to where Willowstep was, noting that her Clanmates were already vanishing out of sight, leaving her the only cat there.
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Post by glacia on Apr 30, 2017 1:19:33 GMT -5
( Hehehe. Do it, it'll be funny and you won't even remember it. X3
Pfffhahaha Mr. Tall dark and arrogant. )
Tallmyrtle had heard Greypetal come by and sat next to him. He knew it was her, he knew the kind of sound her pawsteps made. His large ears could pick up an array of sounds, including the type of walk cats had. He did not lift his head up from his arms, he only pressed his muzzle further into his fur. He finally made a noise, it was a long muffled growl.
"Go away... I want to be alone."
He screwed up his eyes so tight it hurt. He just wanted to lay here and rot away. He felt a leaf float down and land on his head. His ear twitched and it floated away with the breeze that picked up through the forest. He just sulked, waiting for either Greypetal to give him what he wanted and leave or for her to try to talk him back into getting up and living again. Tallmyrtle may be depressed for more than five seconds like last time. Maybe this would last a minute. Or a day. He always managed to come back around to his normal self pretty fast. But, who knows, this was a hard blow on his ego.
The mocking words of the other cats rang in his head. 'Am I really a dog?' He actually questioned for the once in his life time if he was less than perfect. He felt choked as he raised his voice up, just barely a mew, he sounded completely heart broken as he asked the words out loud, "Am I really a dog?" He knew Greypetal would give him an honest response. Tallmyrtle still could not bare to lift up his heavy head from his arms. He was starting to feel a little bit cold out here. He ignored it because it only helped make him feel even number than he already was.
Willowstep started walking downstream from the DewClan patrol. She was busying herself with marking the border in an attempt to make herself look less suspicious. She at least needed to gain enough time until she could speak with the other deputy. Her mind was distracted in her swirling thoughts. She was starting to second guess this whole plan of theirs, maybe this was not such a good idea. Merging the clans and all. It was not too late to back out now was it? She paused in her step, looking down at the grass that squished underneath her paws. Maybe she was biting off more than she could chew. She looked up and across the stream, the other cats were starting to leave, maybe now she could speak with him, but only briefly. She would try to make it fast so they could both get back to their respective camps.
Whitequill nodded quickly, leading Snowblossom away. He mewed to her softly, "It's okay, let's get you home. Watch where you step." He guided her very gently away from the border, quietly telling her reassuring words and instructions to keep her from fading out of consciousness. Occasionally rubbing her back with his fluffy tail.
Gingerfleck followed silently behind them. Before stopping and turning one last time to look at Sparkheart. He questioned what part of Sparkheart he saw back there. He would never let what he saw today leave his being. His ears flattened back against his head and he quickly took his leave, trying to keep up with the other two.
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AquaLux
Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on Apr 30, 2017 22:22:50 GMT -5
( XD I probably will, haha. )
Graypetal's ears twitched at Tallmyrtle's tone and words. She blinked in mild surprise, not expecting the uncertainty in his voice. She wasn't used to this sort of attitude from her friend. Sighing, the gray tabby crouched down next to him and prodded him with a white paw.
"Well, literally speaking, no you're not a dog," she replied, "but if you want the honest truth, your attitude is rather obnoxious a lot of the time." As usual, she held nothing back. She was going to tell him how it was - she knew he could handle it. He may get a little moody in response, but she also knew he was rather quick to bounce back. "You talk over others too much, you don't know when to call it quits, and you always have to make it known that you're the better person." She glanced up at the claw marks marring the tree. "You also never stop to look at things from others' points of view. Tallmyrtle, your attitude really could be likened to that of a dog. That's my opinion."
She stopped talking then, and awaited his reaction to her words. He asked, knowing she would be honest, and honesty what what he had received. What happened next was entirely up to him.
Sandyrose reached camp quickly, slipping past the camp entrance. The camp was just like how it had been when the patrol had left, just a little busier now that more cats were up and about. She scanned over the cats, searching out Thistlestar automatically, but didn't see him. He was probably either in his own den or Shadepelt's. The pale reddish-brown she-cat lashed her tail, once. She hadn't been told to seek him out deliberately and tell him what had transpired, but she felt as if it was important that she did.
It was just as she was thinking this to herself, that Birchwind, who was over near the warriors' den, spotted her and blinked. He padded over, and Sandyrose couldn't help but tense up a little. Her brother pretended not to notice, and met her light green eyes with identically coloured ones.
"Is something wrong, Sandyrose?" He asked in his quiet voice, "I thought you left on patrol with Willowstep?" He glanced around, as if looking for the other members of her patrol, and when he didn't find them he looked back at her in confusion, and she flattened her ears to her head instinctively.
"There was... an issue at the border." Was all she said. She didn't need to say anything else to be honest, because Birchwind's eyes lit up in realization the moment she said it.
"Oh," was his response, and she nodded tensely.
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Sparkheart watched as his patrol padded of back toward their own camp. It was only when they were all out of sight did he turn and begin his way along the bank of the stream, his eyes flashing toward Willowstep. The two of them usually met at the gathering rocks, as it was neutral ground and it wouldn't involve one party to cross the border. The scent of oncoming rainfall also promised that their scents would be washed away long before any other cat would arrive here.
He marked a few border areas on his way there, and as he did, he felt a single raindrop strike against his face. His eyes cut up to the overcast sky, and he knew there wasn't much time before the clouds opened up and soaked the lands.
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Post by glacia on May 2, 2017 3:18:13 GMT -5
Tallmyrtle finally lifted his head up to look at Greypetal. His eyes looked all watery glazed. "Ugh, I feel so totally embarrassed right now." He glanced around the forest, it was surprisingly quiet. Probably because he scared everything away with his loud stomp through the woods. All was still except the rustle of the tree canopy as wind blew through. "You should go back to camp..." is what he finally decided on saying before putting his head back into his paws, "I think I'll be here for a while. Maybe until I rot."
He was pathetic, completely given up on life. What Greypetal said effected him and he wondered how blind he had been to it. This had not been the first time he heard honest words from Greypetal. There was starting to be a trend here: He would come up with a plan, screw up the plan, and then Greypetal will point out how the plan couldn't have worked in the first place. Kind of like how today went, and how yesterday went, and many days before that. It just made him even more mad and even further upset. He was a wonderful cat, in his eyes, he had good intentions through-and-through, but why did the world hate him?
"StarClan, you must hate me. How do you even hang around me, I'm so gross right now." Leave it to Tallmyrtle to be over dramatic about a situation. But the biggest part that he hated above all of this was the look Sandyrose gave him. The look in her eyes when she stepped directly in front of him right before he was about to lunge out and get his claws bloody. He could not get rid of that memory. He hated being the reason for her distress, it put a lump in his throat.
Willowstep flicked her ear as a large raindrop fell in it. She rubbed her ear with the back of her forepaw, grumbling about how much she hated rain. She gave one more surveying sweep of the area in case any of their paroling cats remained before skirting the edge of the stream towards Sparkheart. Her lean muscles could be seen in her legs as she walked in long slow strides towards him. She looked serious and tense. She called out to him once the distance between them was closed enough.
"Lets just get this done quickly," she meowed with a lashing tail. "I don't want to be caught in a downpoor." She really despised water in all forms. But mostly she was worried that Thistlestar would see her absence in camp and come down on her about it. He was already suspicious as is. That was exactly the thing she wanted to get across to Sparkheart, that Thistlestar was acting strange and seen with the medicine cat outside of camp.
She didn't sit down at the border, but instead stood on the other side, pacing uneasily every now and then. She would not dare cross the stream to talk to him, preferring to just talk to him over the rushing water.
(I'm just going to narrate this but you don't have to read it unless you feel like it.)
Whitequill entered camp with Snowblossom at his side and Gingerfleck behind him. The ginger tomcat squeezed past him and padded off into the clearing with a sense of urgency in his step. He was going to Mintstar who was in her den. Whitequill watched him go into the leaders den, he worried about what he would say to her. Knowing Gingerfleck he would probably blow the whole border situation out of proportion, making it seem like a huge deal.
He caught the eyes of many worried gazes as he lead Snowblossom into the medicine cat den. Softclaw sat up from her work she was preforming on her herbs and limped over to them, taking Snowblossom from his side and laying her down in a mossy spare nest in the den. "What happened?" Softclaw mewed softly, almost fear in her eyes as she pressed her paw to Snowblossom's forehead.
Whitequill very quickly explained to her every thing that happened at the border. Paraphrasing most of it and trying his very best not to make it seem like all that much of a big deal. Meanwhile Softclaw busied away with laying out herbs for Snowblossom who was fading in and out of consciousness. "That sounds pretty bad..." She leaned down to the Siamese and instructed her gently to eat.
She then directed all of her attention to Whitequill and with the strongest voice she could muster she said, "Please try to avoid fighting. Leafbare is coming and herbs are already running short. I don't need this happening again." Whitequill nodded at her words, "Of course, I wouldn't dream of stirring up any more trouble for you." She smiled and waved her paw at the door, signaling him to leave. The albino tomcat padded out of the medicine cat den. He really wanted to get out of here soon. Before Mintstar decided to talk to him and get him all tangled up in clan business. Mintstar was already asking for a reason to initiate a battle with MistClan, this border argument only fed her reason to fight. Whitequill just wanted to bury all of that away for now. He quickly trotted over to the camp entrance and tried to get outside without drawing any more unwanted attention to him. Before he left he caught from the corner of his eye angry Mintstar padding out of her den with Gingerfleck freaking out and shouting up at her. He paced circles around her while she walked by just, for lack of a better word, pissed.
Whitequill held his breath and fled the scene. He wanted nothing to do with it.
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AquaLux
Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on May 2, 2017 21:39:44 GMT -5
( I I think it would be funny if Tallmyrtle came back into camp and saw Birchwind talking to Sandyrose, and got jealous because of it, XD Because they never spent much time together growing up, it would make sense for someone like Tallmyrtle to have forgotten that she has brothers, haha. )
"I'm not going anywhere," Graypetal announced matter-of-factly, and made herself comfortable where she was sitting to prove her point. "Stop being such a baby, Tallmyrtle. You're not gross... you're just flawed. Like everyone in MistClan, like everyone in DewClan, like everyone everywhere." She shook her head at her friend, and sighed. "I don't hate you. I find you to be exasperating and annoying sometimes, but I don't hate you."
Graypetal removed her gaze from him, and looked up at the sky, carefully thinking out her next words for once, "And I doubt Sandyrose hates you, either. I'm sure you annoy her more than you annoy me, but I wouldn't go as far as to say she hates you." She really did believe that, too. Sandyrose displayed obvious signs of disliking Tallmyrtle, but she was sure that had more to do with his clingy and arrogant nature than a genuine feeling of hate. "I was serious when I said all those things before, you know. You're not perfect. In fact, you're far from it."
Graypetal had never uttered those words to him before- she had implied it many times, had worded it many different ways, but this was the first time she had come out and said it. She wasn't sure why - why hadn't she told him point blank before? It wasn't like her to dance around the truth... she shook the thought out of her head, and then finally said, "But still. You're not perfect, you may never be perfect, but that doesn't mean you can't try to get as close to perfection as possible. It'll take a lot of effort on your part, but you can be a better person if you try." Graypetal laughed a little, "the first thing I'd do is actually start participating in the Clan more. How you get away with what you do astounds me."
"Thistlestar is in Shadepelt's den," Birchwind finally announced, startling Sandyrose a bit. He'd been quiet since she told him what happened at the border, and his statement had come out of the blue. "He's been in and out of there several times this morning."
Now that, Sandyrose found strange. Her eyes flashed to Shadepelt's den, wondering what was going on with MistClan's leader and medicine cat. As she stared, Thistlestar finally emerged from the medicine cat's den, his face carefully neutral. He seemed to feel eyes on him, and he turned his head to look at who it was - seeing Sandyrose and Birchwind standing together, both looking in his direction.
The leader's whiskers twitched. Soon he was padding across camp toward them, his gaze fixed mostly on the small she-cat. "Where is Willowstep and the rest of your patrol?" He asked her, as if he automatically knew they weren't with her. His dark yellow eyes were sharp, and Sandyrose had to resist the urge to shrink away from that look, keeping her fur carefully flat along her spine.
She carefully relayed everything to Thistlestar as articulately as she could, including how Willowstep stayed behind to finish up the border patrol and how Graypetal was supposed to bring Tallmyrtle back to camp.
Thistlestar's expression never changed once throughout the whole retelling, only listened attentively. When she was done, he simply nodded, and said, "Good work." Before turning and padding off toward his den.
She watched him go until she felt Birchwind nudge her shoulder, and when she turned to look at her brother, he was pointing toward the medicine den. Shadepelt was standing just outside it, and he was also staring at her. The look on his face however, was ten times more difficult to read than Thistlestar's, and a shiver ran up her spine. What was with that calculating look she was getting?
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( OOC - A little short here, but there wasn't much else to be added. )
Sparkheart dipped his head to Willowstep, and when he raised his head back up to look at her, there was a mischievous look dancing in his eyes. "Can't handle a little rain?" He teased, completely at ease with talking to her. He shook out his fur, which was gradually getting more and more damp. He didn't seem to mind it much, though. "What was it that you needed?" He asked, finally becoming serious.
He figured it had to be important, otherwise she wouldn't be standing here when it was about to start downpouring. He knew his ally well enough for that.
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Post by glacia on May 2, 2017 22:15:57 GMT -5
( Oh my gosh. Yes. Pls lets hurry them back to camp that would be so funny if he just walked up to him && was like, "Whatchu' got going on with Sandyrose???" Oh goodness it would hurt his poor lil' heart even more but it would be so funny. Let's do it. )
Tallmyrtle grumbled a bunch of curses under his breath. He hated hearing this and tended to tone out whatever logic Greypetal tried to hand to him. He would much rather live in his own perfect fantasy than face reality. He really did not want to change himself just to please others. Except if it was maybe Sandyrose, he would definitely change for Sandyrose. Like he did at the border today, he had listened to her. Sandyrose was just about the only cat he would listen to. Maybe if it was Sandyrose talking to him instead of Greypetal he would take more of the words to heart. Other than that he viewed himself perfect as he was and he liked slacking off and doing as he pleased. He preferred to ignore any advice that was not his own, but this time around he did try to listen a little bit more than usual. "You're not wrong," was all that he admitted to, lifting up his head a tad to look at the leaves at his paws. He batted at a dry dead leaf, feeling it crunch under his paw. He liked that feeling and sound it made as he crumpled up the dead leaf into bunches of pieces, scattering them over the dirt floor. He was snapped out of his distraction when he felt a raindrop fall right down on his nose. He sneezed loudly, letting out a groan and rubbed his nose furiously. What an annoyance.
"Do you feel that? Rain?" He asked, glancing at Greypetal while rubbing his nose still. Tallmyrtle seemed a lot more calm currently, his voice wasn't as loud as it normally would be. But it was plain to see that he was slowly bouncing back to his regular old self. Even though he did not look like it, he was calculating in his head ways to behave better. He decided to start with the volume of his voice, baby-steps. "I don't know about you, but I am not going to sit out here and let myself catch a cold." Now if Greypetal had not found him and dragged him out of his ditch he probably would have stayed by the tree and weather out the rain. Catching a cold in the process. But since she was here Tallmyrtle could find a will to pry himself out of his spot on the floor. He didn't want his friend getting a cold too. Despite being full of himself, he sometimes expressed concern for others. Although he would never voice it out loud.
Willowstep let out a huff of air in annoyance to his teasing. She wanted to get down to business and leave. She took a step foreword, gathering importance in her stance. She looked left and right, still paranoid that someone may catch their conversation carried through the wind. But there was not a soul around. The horizon was clear of any silhouettes of cats, just empty. For a moment she questioned the peculiar feeling she felt when being alone with just Sparkheart.
"There is something off in camp," she began explaining, "When we exited the camp to begin the patrol Thistlestar was speaking to Shadepelt outside of camp. He... carried this air of... I cannot explain it. But whatever it was it was not good. It is hard to tell with Thistlestar." She paced once or twice on the other side of the stream. "He expresses emotions in a way I cannot grasp. But something very particular stood out in his words." She made a small pause, trying to recall the words he told them before he walked away.
"Be wary of who you trust." She tried her best to replicate the way he said it, leaving an elongated silence for extra emphasis on his words. "And I could have sworn he gave me a look, as if it was aimed at me. But I might be paranoid." She growled under her breath. "Something is just wrong... I don't want to make hypotheses at the moment but I thought this was important enough to call you over."
( Awawaw, what if when Whitequill && Sandyrose meet it starts raining really hard and they have to take shelter at the gathering place between the rocks. ; w ; I just think it would be cute. )
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AquaLux
Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on May 3, 2017 1:05:25 GMT -5
( Well, now we must do it, XD There is no other choice! )
Graypetal's ears twitched at his words, for a moment feeling completely floored. "You're not wrong," kept ringing in her head, and she found that she almost started staring at him with her jaw open. She caught herself before she could, but she was still left feeling a little mystified by it all. This wasn't typical Tallmyrtle behaviour, and she wondered for a short moment if he had actually taken her words to heart and heard what she had told him. She quickly regained composure, almost quick enough to make it seem like she'd never lost it to begin with, and nodded at her friend.
"Rain's not so bad," she commented off-handedly, "but I agree. I'd rather not get soaked to the bone either. Shadepelt would throw a fit." Their medicine cat was no Thistlestar, but the tuxedo tomcat wasn't one to be trifled with either, despite not being a warrior and being elderly. The cat intimidated young kits and apprentices with his scarred face alone, never mind warriors who recklessly allow themselves to get injured or sick for no good reason. "Plus, let's not forget that if lightning strikes, you're its first target. I'll run for cover, don't worry." She snickered to herself, giving Tallmyrtle a cheeky look. She could sense that the cat she knew was starting to resurface - and she figured that acting like her usual self would help get him to act like his usual self and become irritated by her snide comments.
Graypetal didn't particularly like sulky and moody Tallmyrtle anyway - she preferred him to be his usual self, barring the arrogance anyway. "Come on, then. If you're done sulking now, we should head back." She stood up and kneaded at the ground impatiently.
( OOC - Let's just say that Sandyrose and Birchwind are just talking casually right now or something... I have nothing of importance left to narrate, haha. )
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Sparkheart seemed rather unconcerned with this whole situation - from the rain, to the danger of being caught, Willowstep's obvious impatience - none of it seemed to faze him. But when her words finally reached him, all traces of carefree attitude vanished, and a dark, calculating look came over his face.
"That does sound like a problem," he agreed gravely, and his claws suck into the loose dirt under his paws. He regarded Willowstep carefully, how she seemed to be rather ruffled by it. He wasn't overly concerned though - he found it annoying that the MistClan leader and medicine cat might be onto something, but he was still confident that their plan would continue just like they intended it to.
"But," Sparkheart growled, now tearing at the earth with his claws, "there's no need to panic." He smirked wickedly, and then said, "It's almost time. We've been waiting for moons, but I've been talking with a few others..." meaning, the cats in DewClan who supported their plans, "and they think that with things as tense as they are right now between MistClan and DewClan, that it would be all too easy to strike under the cover of a full-blown Clan war. Steal their Clans from right under them while they're busy fighting over prey and territory." He only needed the 'okay' from their cats in MistClan, and once he had that, he could easily tip the teetering balance between the two Clans into a bloody war, where he and the others would work in tandem to end the leaderships of both Mintstar and Thistlestar.
( OOC - Definitely! We should do that too! Would be too cute! :3 )
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Post by glacia on May 3, 2017 15:47:45 GMT -5
( Tallmyrtle is actually a really old RP cat. His name was originally Tallear since he is an oriental and that breed has super big ears. But I forgot what a myrtle tree looked like, so I looked it up and- XD It is this super pretty pink blossom tree that isn't even that tall. But I just think that Tallmyrtle would hate to be associated with a myrtle tree bc he would think it is girlish and not at all cool and warrior-esque enough of a name. )
Tallmytle stood up slowly, getting up off the ground was a tricky process with his long legs. He made sure not to slip and nimbly stood up to his feet. He regained all of his original height, watching him go from a ball on the ground to as tall as a myrtle tree would be shocking to anyone that didn't know him. He gave his coat a quick shake in case there was any leaf litter clinging to his fur.
He snorted at Greypetal's remark about his height and getting struck by lightning yet again. Her messing with him really drug him out of his depressed state of mind. This time around he didn't snap at her, since Sandyrose wasn't around he had no reason to get all huffy about his self-image. His mood was returning back to normal, it was clear to see by the way he teased back. "Well if I die from a lightning strike I am going to come back and haunt you from the dead." He smirked, picking up his pace to walk beside her.
"I'll be in your dreams, baby, haunting them for the rest of your life. That is, if I'm not already in them. Hah!" He walked past her, brushing his long tail under her chin as he passed by, a cocky sense of pride in his step. Like he carried himself like royalty, like he knew he was right. Typical Tallmyrtle.
He took in a deep breath then exhaled, the cool air felt nice in his lungs. This was a new start, he was going to walk back into camp a new cat. A better cat. He was going to swoon Sandyrose off her feet. Make them all faint at how new and improved he was going to be. A shiver went down his spine when a cold raindrop struck him right in between his shoulder blades. It really was a good thing Greypetal talked him out of sulking alone in his ditch.
( Okie. x3 )
Willowstep nodded slowly, recalling her small group of felines that she had rounded up. It was small, but enough. They were loyal and that was what counted. Plus, she was pretty sure that once the others saw their point of view they would very quickly follow. Cats tended to flock towards the highest source of authority.
Willowstep stood up straight, placing her paws firmly in front of her. "As have I. Me and my followers were discussing the same thing. It seems like a solid plan." She reminded herself that cats have relations out of their clan, at gatherings word spreads around quickly. She had flashes back to the previous gathering, where the fight broke out.
"We should initiate it during the cold months of Leafbare," she explained, the logic was that it was the coldest and hardest time to survive. Where cats were more prone to fighting. But it would also be a perfect time to talk others into banning together, as one whole clan greater things could be achieved. Her ear twitched at her calculations. "Perhaps, two gatherings from now. We have gotten this far and I do not want to rush it. Being to hasty might result in it failing and all our work going to waste," she meowed, very stern on her position. "Although. We do need to quicken the pace because suspicions are rising." Willowstep would hate to be exiled from the clan over a small suspicion and a vague Medicine cat prophecy. She never believed in those bogus prophecies anyways. So there was a reason to speed up this plan and a reason to hold back and wait.
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Post by glacia on Jul 2, 2017 4:57:30 GMT -5
(omg am i too late are you already gone? its ok XD maybe i checked to see if you replied multiple times after you were gone but gave up hopes eventually. butttttt i just found some rlly old drawings(cute ones) i did of our charries from this rp and had to come check to see if you responded and you did!!! but in 6/29 X__X I hope im not too late oh geez. but yes!!! i would love love luv! to continue this RP with all my heart if you're still up to it?? this has been one of my fav and most memorable role plays ive had the privilege to be apart of. it is totally up to you though! X) (im sorry this reply was made in a haste i just got excited!) summer break has been a drag and im probably going to get back into RPing to fill the boredom. )
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Post by glacia on Jul 3, 2017 2:27:52 GMT -5
( I understand I take long breaks like that too. X3 Of course. Do you wanna' just pick right up where we left off? I'll have to reread all of our posts again though. Just to refresh what's going on and the cats personalities.
;o it also looks like someone else wants to RP with you as well. )
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AquaLux
Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on Jul 3, 2017 21:52:55 GMT -5
Graypetal rolled her eyes, but followed after the tall tomcat. She was glad he was back to being himself, though she was still a bit surprised that he'd taken her advice to heart. Usually her words of wisdom just tended to fall on deaf ears. Maybe this was the start of a new Tallmyrtle? The thought cheered her a little.
"Oh, is that right?" The gray tabby snorted, and sped up so she could bump her flank into his on the way by. "Any dreams with you in them would be nightmares." She smirked at him mischievously, leaping over a stray tree root. "I had one just the other night... it was a nice dream until you came along." Ah, Graypetal never got tired of their back and forth banter... he was one of the only ones who kept coming back for more of her 'verbal abuse'. Others just tended to get frustrated and avoid talking to her after a while. Of course, they couldn't completely ignore her, since they were in her Clan, but it was safe to say that a lot of her Clanmates were wary of her quick-witted sarcasm and teasing.
( I think we were waiting for the other to get back to camp before I did anything more with Sandyrose... )
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Sparkheart gauged his MistClan ally carefully. He could be very patient, in fact he was known for being so in many things, but he'd been waiting and planning and plotting for many moons. He'd been the first one to suggest the plan to overthrow the leaders and merge their Clans to Willowstep - he'd seen that she shared a certain sense of ambition, so he'd sought out an alliance with her.
The deputy had harboured this treacherous idea since he'd been a young warrior - since he'd been witness to Mintstar's careless leadership and Thistlestar's cold indifference. He didn't believe she was suited to the role... not like his father, who had been passed over many times for deputyship. Sparkheart had inherited the idea indirectly from his father. His father, Lionspark, had been a brilliant warrior... but he'd been unlawfully exiled for murdering his own brother. Sparkheart believed wholeheartedly in his father's innocence, he'd known all along that the real killer had been a MistClan warrior... and he'd stuck with his belief, right up until the moment he'd watched Lionspark get murdered by a patrol who'd caught him trespassing in his old territory.
"Let's see," Sparkheart murmured to himself, his tail twitching. "We have reason to act as soon as possible, and reason to wait." His eyes darkened. "I think we could push it a little more, to be honest. Mintstar is on the verge of declaring war, but she's not quite at her limit, I don't think. This battle must be initiated by one or both leaders... I suggest we continue manipulating things from the sidelines for a little longer. The more they hate each other, the more likely it is that they'll kill each other for us."
( This is long, but I wanted to give a little backstory on Sparkheart. Basically, when he was an apprentice, Sparkheart's father was exiled for a murder he didn't commit - and Sparkheart knew the truth but couldn't speak out because everyone looked at him like he was his father(like how Brambleclaw was mistrusted in the beginning for being Tigerstar's son). Sparkheart never really got over it, and when he was a young warrior, Lionspark was caught on DewClan territory and killed in front of him. That's when things started to spiral downhill. Sparkheart gradually earned the respect of his Clanmates, and they all seemingly forgot about how they had wronged hs father. Even after it came to light that Lionspark had been innocent and that Thistlestar had been covering for the real murderer, no one ever apologized. Sparkheart became bitter, but hid it well. He became obsessed with overthrowing the two leaders and taking control over both Clans in honour of his father. He aimed to make a Clan that was overall better than either MistClan or DewClan, but his bitterness toward both Clans led his ambitions to become corrupted and misguided. )
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Post by glacia on Jul 4, 2017 3:08:30 GMT -5
( can we still do the thing where tallmyrtle gets jealous of birchwing but he's actually sandyrose's brother? XD )
"O' really now? So you do admit to dreaming about me?" He raised his eyebrows. Although he did get annoyed sometimes by Greypetal's teasing he enjoyed their little arguments as well. He especially enjoyed it when he would think of a really good comeback. He padded forward, and used his long skinny tail to part some thick ferns into a pathway for Greypetal to walk through. His gaze that followed her was cool and crisp, his blue eyes had regained their spark. He looked like he had forgotten all about the border event. Tallmyrtle was one to over-exaggerate and dramatize everything but he always bounced back quickly.
"When we get there, first thing I'm gonna' go is apologize to Sandyrose and then I'll even apologize to Willowstep," Tallmyrtle meowed, just speaking his thoughts. But he also wanted to prove just how much he was going to work to be a better cat when he got to camp.
( sorry, heh, i'm a little rusty. i don't remember how to RP him. x__x )
Willowstep listened intently, waiting for her turn to speak. Her pale yellow gazed searched for something in his amber ones. Now that she thought about it, she didn't know him very well. Of course they were partners in crime, and trusted each other(or so she hoped). But she never knew Sparkheart personally. Like what his favorite prey is and how he likes his nest made. They were always so professional, that was how she liked it, she just couldn't help thinking about what if she knew him better.
"That is correct," she affirmed, "And after what happened here who knows how Mintstar and Thistlestar will take to it. Maybe it was just the push they need." She thought to herself for a moment, pursing her lips. "How many lives does Mintstar have left? Three? Four? Who knows how many lives she lost with the incident with Swiftleap." Willowstep remembered Swiftleap very well. The gaunt muddy brown tabby crossed her mind a few times, he would have been a great ally in their plan if he had not gotten himself exiled. He was very nearly sentenced to death. She doesn't know the whole story but Swiftleap was apart of their plan from nearly the beginning. But he got too impatient and tried to rush the plan by cutting out the middle man. He attempted, and technically succeeded, to murder Mintstar himself. Willowstep didn't expect any of it to happen considering how calm and friendly he always was. But it did. Something in him must have snapped, ending him covered leg deep in blood and Mintstar disemboweled. Willowstep shook her head. She often wondered where the sunshine-eyed warrior was now. ( hehehe. if you want swiftleap could have been good friends with sparkheart. like bffs. maybe sparkheart knows where he is after being exiled? he will return of course. ;3 )
( now that's what i call a good backstory. i'm in love with it. but who is the real murderer! >:3c )
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AquaLux
Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on Jul 4, 2017 10:54:31 GMT -5
( Of course we can! XD Poor Tallmyrtle. )
"I said they're nightmares, mousebrain," Graypetal retorted and rolled her eyes, padding past Tallmyrtle and through the thick ferns he'd parted out of her way. She flicked the tip of her fluffy tail against his nose on the way by. "'Sides, who would want to dream of you?"
She blinked as a stray raindrop hit her square on the nose, and she flicked it away with a quick shake of her head. The gray tabby didn't mind the rain, but she didn't want to get caught in a downpour. She hurried her pace, knowing that if they came back into camp drenched down to their skins, Shadepelt would have their ears for it.
"Whoa, whoa," Graypetal paused and turned to look at Tallmyrtle over her shoulder once she registered his words. "Not going to apologize to me? For dragging me into your little plan?" She adopted a fake hurt look. "I'm wounded. I might have to go to my nest and cry now."
( It's fine! I'm having the same issue with Sparkheart! XD )
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Sparkheart's ears twitched at the mention of Swiftleap. Oh yes, he knew Swiftleap. The two of them had been good friends, before the other tomcat had snapped and attacked Mintstar. While the deputy had been a bit annoyed at the impatient nature and ill timing of Swiftleap's attack, he couldn't help but feel a bit grateful. After all, the tomcat had claimed at least a couple of Mintstar's lives - which made things easier on them.
"Yes, Swiftleap certainly aided with the matter of Mintstar's lives," Sparkheart curled and uncurled his tail, "but he unfortunately got himself exiled for it. That's why we can't act too soon or too late. It has to be at the exact perfect time." He abruptly stood up and gazed up at the cloudy sky. He didn't flinch even when a raindrop struck him right between the eyes. "As for Thistlestar..." Sparkheart's lip curled in disgust at the name, "he's undeniably old. Older than Mintstar. He's been leader since I was a kit. He can't have more than one or two lives left. I would suggest that we kill him off now, and have you take his place, but he's much too sharp for that... and your medicine cat isn't stupid, either."
A couple of old, but wise and clever fools, that was what Thistlestar and Shadepelt were.
( Haha thanks, :3 I was thinking that the real murderer would be Thistlestar's own son, which would explain why Thistlestar would have covered for him. I think I'll name him Stormfall, and by this point in the plot, he'd probably be a senior warrior or elder. )
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Post by glacia on Jul 4, 2017 23:04:31 GMT -5
Tallmyrtle couldn't help but chuckle. He knew she was making fun of him for when he crying by the tree but her sense of humor was admirable. He picked up the pace after her, and it was quite easy to do so with his long legs that carried him in big strides. A leisurely walk for him could be Greypetal's speed walk. He rolled his eyes, responding to her request for apology but it didn't sound genuine, "Okay okay. I apologize for dragging you into this. But you did agree to it, and that's your fault because you know my plans always fail." He grinned, showing off his yellowing teeth. But soon grimaced when he felt three cold raindrops crash onto his back, one went right in between his ears and dripped down his muzzle. He walked a little faster because of this. Camp was soon in his sights, he could make it out through the trees. Which was good because his paws were starting to get wet and a bit muddy from walking through some swamp water a little ways back. He wanted to rest, clean himself off, and get something to eat. Now that he thought about it he had not eaten since he got up.
"Do you want to get something to eat after I apologize to Sandyrose?" He asked. Regularly he would extend this offer to Sandyrose, but he knew she would say no so why bother. After he ate he wanted to take a really long nap too.
"Exactly why we cannot rush it now and waste all of our progress." Her tail tip twitched and started flicking back and forth when Sparkheart mentioned the idea of killing Thistlestar so she could take over. "No matter how much I like that idea that is correct, killing Thistlestar could get me killed in return." Willowstep felt a couple more raindrops drip onto her pelt, they sunk into her fur and were cold against her skin.
"My apologies for cutting this short, but I dread the rain. Besides, my clanmates will be looking for me." She held herself up high and gave Sparkheart a formal bow. When she lifted her head up again she asked, "Same time tomorrow? Update me on the news and how much Mintstar has cracked after today." Her ear twitched, she really really hoped she would not have to walk home in the rain, but she knew that she would probably get caught in a light sprinkle on the trek back to camp.
Sparkheart would have a lot to come home to. Back at DewClan camp Mintstar was pacing back and forth, waiting for her deputy to get back already. Her impatience driving her mad. Gingerfleck was still shouting up at her about Tallmyrtle, and the ginger american shorthair remembered the MistClan patrol's names too. But he couldn't recall the grey shecat's name, or if they even said it. But he did remember her yellow eyes and how they had scared him. "Mintstar let's just start the clan meeting now! Sparkheart is taking way to long!"
Mintstar hissed and cuffed his ear with her paw. "Quiet!" Her muzzle curled up as she gave him a death glare. One of her claws had accidentally snagged on the tip of Gingerfleck's ear, now he had a tiny bleeding hole in his ear. It wasn't on purpose. He was looking up as her in shock, frightened, ears back and one of them bleeding. Before he scurried away to the warriors den with his stubby tail in between his legs. She hoped that no one had seen that but Palefeather and his apprentice Emmie did. The peachy cream tomcat twitched his ear and narrowed his light yellow eyes at Mintstar. All Mintstar did was continue pacing back and forth at the camp entrance.
( Yo, I love that idea. And what if when they combine clans Willowstep and Sparkheart give Stromfall a royal execution in from of everyone to show that they mean business. But also to get back at Stormfall for what he has done, and prove that he was guilty all along. Also, I really like that name too, it has a good ring to it. )
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Post by AquaLux on Jul 5, 2017 0:35:36 GMT -5
Graypetal rolled her eyes again. "I agreed to it because I didn't want to hear you whine and complain if I said no," she retorted, a laugh edging her meow. "That, and I wanted to see how it played out." She could feel the rain beginning to lightly seep through her fur, and she grimaced at the mud underpaw. She didn't mind the rain, no, but she hated mud. "I certainly can say that I wasn't expecting things to go the way they did, that's for sure." Graypetal walked in silence for a few moments until she heard Tallmyrtle's offer. She turned her head to look at him with wide yellow eyes. "Wow, seriously?" In that moment, she seemed honestly surprised, but the look faded before the next words made it out of her mouth, "I'm usually your last ditch resort for that kind of thing." The gray tabby shook her head, slowing down her pace a bit now that they were almost to the camp. "Not in the mood to handle another rejection from Sandyrose?" The words themselves may have sounded callous, with what Tallmyrtle had just went through at the border, but she didn't mean them that way. She was just being blunt. ( Maybe your next post can be them entering camp and seeing Sandyrose and Birchwind? XD I can't wait for Tallmyrtle's reaction. Can we just say that for the sake of this moment, that Birchwind and Tallmyrtle don't get along too great anyway? They're pretty opposite in personality to begin with, haha. )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Yes," Sparkeart agreed simply, seeing no need to say anything else. He stood up straight and bowed to her in return. "I must also be going. Mintstar is probably going hare-brained over how long I've been gone." He flicked his tail disdainfully, and began to turn on his heel. "I'll be here again tomorrow, provided Mintstar doesn't go crazy and tear my legs off for being late." He gave a little grin and walked away. He didn't look back once. The walk back to camp was brisk, and Sparkheart enjoyed the rainfall while it was still light. He slipped through the entrance and entered the camp, only to nearly walk into Mintstar, who was pacing back and forth right there. He quickly stepped back and dipped his head to her, an offer of apology that he didn't feel on the inside. He took one look at her face and knew she had been filled in on what happened at the border. He hid a smirk, and meowed to the leader, "Sorry I'm late. The MistClan deputy was a bit stubborn and didn't want to leave before me... and I wasn't about to let her roam free around our scent markers unsupervised." Cats were gathering around the two of them in a half circle, listening to him as he spoke. He knew they believed his every word, because in their eyes, he was the perfect deputy. Inwardly, he wondered how many of his Clanmates thought he did a better job at directing them than Mintstar... ( Yes, I love that idea! >:3 And remember how I said a long time ago that Graypetal was Thistlestar's granddaughter or great-granddaughter? Well... what if Stormfall is her father? How would having him executed affect her? Oh my goodness, that would be insane. Sparkheart, who once watched his father be killed... would then inflict that same pain onto Graypetal!
Also, would Mintstar have been the leader who exiled Lionspark way back when? Sparkheart himself would have been an apprentice at that point. Or was she the deputy, who watched and let him be exiled and later on murdered for crossing back into DewClan territory? ) |
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Post by glacia on Jul 5, 2017 1:30:31 GMT -5
Tallmyrtle scrunched up his face a little, slouching his shoulders. "Maybe so. I'm just being nice and offering. You are my friend after all." It sounded weird when it came out of his mouth. But they were friends, maybe even best friends. It still sounded weird actually saying it. He flicked his tail, silencing her and hoping she wouldn't say anything else after it. He wanted to focus on what he was going to say to Sandyrose now, how he was going to explain himself.
Tallmyrtle padded into camp, leading the way, his bright blue eyes almost looked like they glowed in the shade of the storm clouds. His squinted gaze caught the sight of Sandyrose immediately as well as Brichwind. He stood up straight as he could, feeling a familiar jealousy bubbling in his chest. "I'll be back in just a second, why don't you wait for me by the prey pile, my dear. Pick out something nice for me." The tip of his tail tapped Greypetal's shoulder as he spoke, pointing her to the prey pile. He would make this all very quick. He grinned wide, his yellow fangs showing, "I'm going to have a little talk with those cats over there, teach a little someone a lesson." He was about to tell Brichwind off, blind by jealousy. He couldn't believe Sandyrose was already finding a replacement for him after one little slip up.
Tallmyrtle prowled over to Sandyrose and Birchwind. He was standing up tall and intimidating, his pawsteps confident and long. "Sup, Sandy!" He called before he arrived at her side, interjecting any conversation her and her brother were once having. He stood next to her, his tail hovering over her back. He didn't touch her with it, he knew she would jerk away, but just ghosted it there. His eyes were friendly and almost admiring when he looked at Sandyrose, but cold as he glared at Brichwind before looking him up and down, sizing him up. "Whose your little bf here?" The side of his lip curled a little with his frown. Oh how he despised Birchwind, he always knew that Birchwind had it out for him. But he never expected him to come a sweep up Sandyrose, stealing her right from under his paws. He should know that she was his.
Willowstep watched him leave after they said their goodbyes. She twitched her whiskers for a moment her eyes looked like she was conflicted about something. He ducked her head as she too turned around to leave, hoping that she wouldn't come back to something bad at camp. She started to run back to camp, she just wanted to feel the wind through her fur. It cleaned away her worries. She felt more raindrops pelt her back as it started sprinkling. But only a light sprinkle. She frowned a little at the thought of even a damp pelt. Her walk was slow as she neared camp.
She slipped into camp quietly. Her pale yellow eyes dilating and ears listening. It didn't look like anything bad happened while she was gone, everything looked the same. She located Tallmyrtle who was up to no good already. But at least he was home, Greypetal had found and retrieved him. She breathed in through her mouth and out through her nose, clearing her mind and getting ready to preform her deputy duties. She rounded up a couple of cats, making them go on a hunting patrol to fill the pile up in time for sun high when cats got the most hungry. But also because once it really started raining all the prey would probably hide. She hated making them go out to hunt in the rain, but someone had to do it. Work must carry on.
Mintstar's brown fur on her back still bristled. She managed to make her voice calm but still bitter, "You did well, Sparkheart. I was growing impatient because I wanted to start the meeting already." Her minty green eyes looked stern and serious, a steady gaze on her deputy. She was a lot more composed now that he was finally here, before he had got there she looked like she was about to lose it. Even lashed out at Gingerfleck. She just needed to let out all of her anger and frustrations on someone, and Gingerfleck was the closest cat. Mintstar gave one more look over her deputy before nearly running over to the large rock that marked where she made her speeches. A lot of the clan had gathered around in the clearing already, moving from the halfcircle at the clans entrance to under the speaking point.
"All cats gather around!" She called, her voice commanding. Mintstar never did use the appropriate 'Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the speaking point for a Clan meeting.' She really lead the clan in her own way. A bad way. She stood on the edge of the large stone, her paws so close to the edge that she could easily slip and fall. She was so urgent about this meeting. Her face looked dark and serious.
( Oh my goodness that idea is the most wonderful thing in the world. Okok here's the idea.
Mintstar's story goes that they didn't have a deputy the day her dad (who was leader) died. So she inherited the leader role. So what iffffff Stormfall actually murdered DewClan's the deputy. And Lionspark was blamed. So Mintstar's dad exiled him. But not soon after Lionspark was exiled and killed. Mintstar's dad died. Leaving them leaderless and deputyless and also making Minstar the new leader. So it's all the more reason for Sparkheart to hate Mintstar since her dad was the one that exiled Lionspark. I think I'll name Mintstar's dad Blurstar. (I'll add him right now, I also added Swifttail and Emmie to the list.) )
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Post by AquaLux on Jul 5, 2017 2:19:02 GMT -5
Graypetal cocked her head to the side at Tallmyrtle in confusion. Then her eyes followed his, and she saw Sandyrose and Birchwind a little ways away. For a moment, she stood there, and then she abruptly remembered that Sandyrose had brothers, one of which was the cat standing next to her. She sighed in complete exasperation, and turned away from the sight, knowing exactly what the tall tomcat was thinking. She began scanning the fresh-kill pile for something good to eat, hoping Tallmyrtle would learn his own lesson shortly and get back over here before he embarrassed himself again.
The gray tabby picked out a fish for herself and a plump mouse for Tallmyrtle, and sat down to wait. As she did, her eyes caught sight of Willowstep finally returning to camp. She blinked, watching the deputy go about her duties. Then movement near Thistlestar's den caught her eye, and then the leader himself emerged from within. His cool, dark yellow eyes immediately zeroed in on Willowstep, and he began his trek across camp toward her. Graypetal bowed her head as he passed, but she kept her gaze on him.
Sandyrose had been talking to Birchwind, catching up on things, when she heard a familiar voice call out, addressing her as 'Sandy'. She felt the fur along her spine rise, but she forced it flat before anyone could notice. "Please don't call me that," she said to Tallmyrtle coolly, the tip of her tail twitching. She exchanged looks with Birchwind, whose expression had turned a bit sour at the arrival of Tallmyrtle. He clearly wasn't too fond of him either.
Sandyrose's gaze swiveled upward to look at Tallmyrtle's face. When he was looking at her brother, his eyes were frosty, and he was frowning. She wondered what his deal was - and then suddenly her eyes narrowed as a thought crept into her mind. He couldn't be thinking what she thought he was thinking... could he? Surely he knew.
The small warrior took a step closer to Birchwind, to the point where their pelts were almost brushing. She carefully gauged him for a reaction for a few seconds, before she finally meowed in a bit of a sarcastic voice, "I'm just talking to Birchwind here," her brother cast her a look in response to her actions, but she ignored it, "you know, Birchwind... my brother?"
The moment Sandyrose said the word 'brother' it all fell into place for Birchwind, and he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes and snicker at Tallmyrtle's blatant jealousy. That would be something he would do - not realize the object of his affections had siblings and then overreact later about it. It just went to show how much Tallmyrtle payed attention to Sandyrose's relationships outside of himself.
Birchwind never thought that the tall cat would do his sister any good anyway. He was arrogant and spoiled. Sandyrose could do much better, there were plenty of cats who could be there for her in ways Tallmyrtle could never understand.
Birchwind felt a surge of brotherly over-protectiveness come over him, and he stood up to his full height and stared the other tomcat down with eyes that were identical to Sandyrose's. Tallmyrtle was the tallest cat in MistClan, but Birchwind was just behind him at second tallest. He would not stand down.
Thistlestar emerged from his den after hearing Willowstep's voice outsisde in camp. It seemed as though his deputy had finally returned. He made his way across camp toward where she was instructing cats for patrols, passing by Graypetal along the way. His granddaughter dipped her head, but he could still feel her eyes on him. He didn't really care.
"Sandyrose told me what happened at the border," Thistlestar spoke when he was closer to Willowstep. "You handled it well." He stared at the she-cat, met her gaze with his own for an intense, but short-lived stare-down. It was like he was trying to find the answer to something there, but stopped and looked away.
"Besides that, we have matters to discuss," he looked toward his den again, "Shadepelt and I have been talking about something very pressing, and he thinks you should be let in on it as well." He turned and made his way back across camp, beckoning her to follow him with his tail. "Come. Shadepelt is waiting in my den."
( GAH. So many words! And I still have Sparkheart to go! )
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Sparkheart could hear the bitterness in Minstar's tone, but he didn't even blink. He took her praise in stride, and followed her toward the large rock where the Clan held its meetings. He sat, with his tail wrapped around his paws and a calm look on his face, as the rest of DewClan gathered around. He stared up at her with enigmatic amber eyes, his expression unreadable, waiting for her to make her speech.
He could tell she was more than just 'growing impatient'. He could feel the unease around him, and knew she was on the very edge, literally and metaphorically. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
( Haha, yes! Yes to all of that! Ugh, so much drama, I almost want to write a story about that alone, nevermind what's happening in present time with Sandyrose and Whitequill!
I'll be adding Stormfall momentarily. And maybe a couple others that may play a role later on, I don't know. But Stormfall for sure. )
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Post by glacia on Jul 5, 2017 4:01:37 GMT -5
( hahaha that's exactly how i felt when writing Mintstar's part. i had to go take a break. i've never written so much in one reply before.
i know right! i'm falling in love with the plotlines for the other characters and completely forgetting that the real plot lays with Whitequill and Sandyrose. heh. )
Tallmyrtle choked on his words and coughed into his paw. His eyes got a little watery. "Your brother?" He almost shouted, clearly surprised. He had hunched over when he was coughing but went back to standing up straight. Puffing out his chest in attempt to eye down Birchwind. Like in a who-is-taller contest. He hated when cats tried to challenge his height, he always wanted to be able to look down on everyone. "Yeah, tch, of course." He had regathered his cool quickly but the way his fur prickled behind his neck and the way he avoided eye contact by glancing to the side made it obvious that he knew he made a mistake. He wanted to lean in and whisper to Sadyrose 'you have a brother?!' but he couldn't without said brother hearing. Then he would look stupid for not knowing she had a brother. StarClan, he already looked stupid enough.
His tail tip twitched right and left. 'Since when did she have a brother?!?!' He thought to himself, eyebrows knitting together. He was beating himself up in his head. Tallmyrtle kept glancing to the side, catching the eye of Greypetal located on the far side of camp. He gave her a kind of: 'help me I'm in desperate need of saving' look. It's not his fault he didn't know she had a brother. Since she was always so distant with her family. Should he have asked about her family? Like, isn't that what mates do, they get to know eachother's family. Tallmyrtle didn't have any family so...
"Anywaysssss" he gave his chest a couple of licks as he tried to change subject. "I just want to say. Well, what I originally came over here to say. Was sorry for what happened at the border today." He attempted to lock eyes with Sandyrose, completely ignoring Birchwind in his peripheral vision. "It was kind of sucky and I hope you forgive me." He faked a smile, raising his eyebrows and expecting Sandyrose to say: 'Yeah, Tallmyrtle everything is fine. You were really cool out there and I totally knew you could have beaten up Sparkheart.' He smiled with his teeth, really really trying to act innocent and nice. 'Come on I'm trying here. Don't make me look bad. I'm trying to be a better cat.'
Willowstep directed her attention to Thistlestar as the hunting patrol she had gathered left for the camp entrance. She was slightly intimidated by him, still a bit paranoid about what happened before they had left for the patrol. She was surprised when her leader said that she handled the patrol well. She muttered a thank you and paired it with a nod of her head.
But she never ever showed a hint of surprise or paranoia on her face all throughout their brief conversation. She kept a straight and serious look the whole time. Willowstep would never let on to her inside feelings. Eyes were a gateway to the soul and she could not allow Thistlestar to see how she was. Or her secrets and her wicked plan with Sparkheart.
She swallowed when Thistlestar invited her to his den with Shadepelt. She hoped he didn't hear or notice. "Fair enough," she said. Her tail was raised high as she faked normal body language and attitude. In her mind she was going through fight or flight symptoms. She would finally know what the medicine cat and leader were doing outside this sun-rise. It must be a prophecy, why else would Shadepelt be there? She wondered if the prophecy included herself. Why was her leader letting her onto a prophecy if he was suspicious about her? Or did he trust her again? She blinked, waiting for Thistlestar to lead the way to his den. She needed to play it cool and stop assuming things. She would find out when she got there. But something about stepping foot into the leaders den always made her on-edge.
She snorted as cats took their time to gather. A fair amount gathered bellow the stone. Some sleepy faces were standing outside their dens. Snowblossom and Softclaw were also sitting in front of the medicine cat den. Some kits peaked out eagerly under a Queen's legs by the nursery. Everyone seemed curious to hear what their frizzled leader had to say. And frizzled she was. Mintstar finally sat down on the very edge of the rock, face in a scowl. Giving speeches to her tiny clan of cats never amounted to the feeling of giving speeches at clan gatherings. She always felt so much more powerful when giving speeches at gatherings with so many cats ready to hear what she has to say.
"Alright, listen up," she meowed, loud enough for everyone to hear. Even outside of camp her voice could probably be heard. She stood back up again, to antsy to give her speech sitting down. "I caught wind of what happened at the border today." Mintstar felt raindrops start pelting her back with more vigor. "First the occurrence with the rabbit. MistClan has been stealing our prey. Then they issued a fight with Palefeather. Shedding blood right in the middle of a gathering. And now, they are making challenges at our border?!" Her hackles began to rise as well as the volume of her voice. "What next? Are we just going to sit back and take this?! Sit around until MistClan is ordering attacks against our clan?!" She stomped her paw down.
The more she talked the angrier and more into it she got. A few voices raised up in the crowd. Including Palefeather who shouted, "I could have beaten that mutt fair and square!" when the fight at the gathering was brought up. "And then what after that?! Take our territory? Steal our kits? Kill our warriors?!" The Queen by the Nursery held her kits close to her, frightful. Some apprentices sat up, enthralled by the idea of their first battle and earning their warrior name by fighting for their clan.
"No... I am not going to take this anymore. MistClan has asked for this themselves. This is the last straw..." Mintstar's eyes were dark. She did not look like herself up on those rocks. She looked like a whole nother' cat. Suddenly her scars became more apparent, the way her eyes swam with darkness much more noticeable. There was a loud crack as thunder shook the air. Lightning dancing in the dark grey storm clouds. Rain drops streaked past Mintstar's face, shadows making it scarier than she seemed.
( i could write less but i cant bring myself to write less? is that weird? i feel like every sentence is needed and i cant cut anything out?
im in this other RP and i cant will myself to write more than half a paragraph yet in here i could never write just half a para for a reply.
also i was thinking maybe its time for the medicine cats to go talk to starclan. i want softclaw and shadepelt to interact a little. maybe talk about whats going on and how they feel it would play out.
and about the prophecy.
i also think it would be cool if the two medicine cats talk to blurstar and how pissed he is. because right now blurstar is super mad at mintstar and is just brooding in starclan. lol )
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Lover of anime, writing, and animals. Consistently weird. Just a little insane.
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Post by AquaLux on Aug 18, 2017 20:21:49 GMT -5
( I am sorry, I did it again. ;-; But I'm back with my response, so I hope you can forgive me! )
Sandyrose's expression was wholly unamused through all of Tallmyrtle's blabbering. She had really strong suspicions that he didn't even know about her brothers, she wouldn't even be surprised if he figured she didn't even have a mother or father. Her whiskers twitched a few times, but she bit back whatever was on her mind. She didn't particularly care to start a scene in the middle of camp by making a smart comment about his lack of knowledge and attention. "It's nothing to worry about," she dismissed easily, waving her tail nonchalantly. "I'm just glad no one was injured." That was the truth, too. Sandyrose really didn't think bloodshed at a time like this was wise. At that moment at the border, she didn't care about proving MistClan's strength or anything of the like; she would have fought for her Clan, yes, but she didn't believe in fighting for the sake of pride. She would be proud to fight and defend her Clan, but not to merely prove that she was stronger than her opponent. Sandyrose didn't like cats who were like that - one of the biggest reasons she didn't get along with her other brother, Foxfoot, and why she found Tallmyrtle to be so exasperating and bothersome. "I just don't think it would have been a good idea to fight with them," she continued, "that's why I stopped you." "We don't need pointless border skirmishes right now, either, not with leaf-bare so close," Birchwind added in quietly, "and Mintstar is clearly not in her right mind too." He looked around the camp. "We're not fit for a war with DewClan right now." Birchwind didn't like fighting - his skills were more refined toward hunting. That's not to say that he wouldn't fight, though, because he would if he was needed to. His main loyalty was to the well-being of his Clan as a whole, not to pride or battle prowess. That was one thing he shared with his sister, and something they both wished Foxfoot would abandon. Graypetal watched the exchange take place between the three cats. She could sense that it had taken a more serious turn, at least for Sandyrose and Birchwind, based on how their expressions and body language had changed. Her yellow eyes lingered on Tallmyrtle, knowing he was probably embarrassed about his obvious jealousy. She tried to catch his eye, gesturing to the mouse she had picked out for him. She almost felt the second-hand embarrassment from his blunders, and she just wanted him to give up on whatever he was doing and stop humiliating himself. Knowing her tall friend though, he would probably persist. He was much too enamoured with Sandyrose... Graypetal wondered how many times his heart would be crushed before he finally gave up. She was, ever so slightly, starting to get tired of watching him get rejected. [ - - - - - - - - - ] Thistlestar led Willowstep up to where his den was. He slipped inside, looking over to where Shadepelt waited calmly, with his tail curled over his paws. The leader waited for his deputy to enter and take a seat before he began. His dark eyes looked at the other two cats with extreme seriousness. He clearly had something very important to discuss. "Shadepelt received a vision from StarClan last night," the tomcat began, "and what transpired in it deeply worries me. That is why the two of us were out this morning. I had to speak to our ancestors myself." Thistlestar gestured to Shadepelt and said, "I will let Shadepelt continue from here." The medicine cat uncurled his tail and gazed coolly at Wilowstep and Thistlestar. He looked troubled, even more than their leader. "I foresaw a very dark future for both our Clan and DewClan," he got straight to the point, "I was walking through the woods when I came upon our border with DewClan. But it was not the border I'm familiar with..." he stared into nothingness, seemingly reliving his dream, "It was at sunrise. The sky was stained red and orange, but it was dark and foreboding. The ground was stained with blood and bodies lay motionless upon the rocks - cats of MistClan and DewClan alike. The air smelled of nothing but death and the river were the colour of dried blood." He zoned back in, and his one good eye locked onto Willowstep. "Then, out of the woods, a single cat emerged. Their fur was so matted with the blood of their enemies, I couldn't even tell what colour their pelt was supposed to be. Their eyes glowed in the dark, they stood and looked over the bloody scene like a leader would look over his Clan, and I knew they were the one responsible for it." Shadepelt sighed, suddenly looking very tired. "More cats then started to emerge from the woods on both sides of the border, trampling over the dead like they meant nothing. Like they were the foundation for a new era. One of these cats was you, Willowstep." The medicine cat looked at the she-cat with no emotion in his gaze. "You were there, and Thistlestar was dead at your paws." That was when Thistlestar decided to step in, saying, "Forgive us, Willowstep, but we cannot help but wonder what your presence in this means. I do not want to assume the worst of you, but Shadepelt's vision has foretold something very grave." Both leader and medicine cat looked at Willowstep thoughtfully. They didn't outright suspect her of treachery, but they were evidently conflicted on her role in all of this. Shadepelt neglected to mention the words he had heard in his dream before he had woken up, not willing to share anything more until he knew where her loyalties were. ( I left the prophecy part out because I wanted us to come up with something together, XD I don't want everything to be decided by just me. )
[ - - - - - - - - - ] Sparkheart's eyes carefully watched as Mintstar spoke to her Clan. Outwardly, he appeared perfectly calm and composed, nodding like he agreed with what she said, but on the inside, he was already mentally planning her downfall. It was too easy to manipulate her. Like child's' play. He watched her rage on about MistClan, watched as her face got darker and angrier. A cat sitting nearby him flinched a little and seemed to want to shrink back. If he were a normal warrior, Mintstar's anger may have intimidated him. But Sparkheart was not a normal warrior, and he did not frighten easily. He had not once given into fear, not since he had watched his father be murdered. Sometimes he couldn't help but think that Mintstar appointing him to deputy had simultaneously been her best and her worst decision as a leader. He was a good deputy and he filled in for what she lacked, but his motives were questionable, and they would lead to her ruin. It was only when she stopped speaking did he raise his own voice. He gazed up at the she-cat, stared right at her as lightning illuminated her form against the darkened sky. He said, loud enough for all of the DewClan cats to hear, "Shall we declare war?" ( I understand perfectly! It's the same with me. I think that means that it's an awesome roleplay, one that's meant to last.
Yeah, that's a good idea. I think Shadepelt and Softclaw's interaction would be great, haha. Shadepelt's as prickly as a thorn bush and he's extremely sarcastic, XD
Yesss, XD And Lionspark would be there too, stressing over Sparkheart's descent into madness, and blaming himself for his son's actions... )
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Post by glacia on Aug 29, 2017 22:25:21 GMT -5
( haha, hello! rip. I took so long to reply to this message even though I saw it the day after you posted it. I couldn't find writing motivation. the paragraphs are so intimidating. i'm soooo rusty. X3 enough excuses though, i'm here now. i'm fine with continuing. even if we take a month or two to reply to each others posts. XD )
Tallmyrtle kept his tail lowered close to the ground, his tail tip flickered back and forth in a steady motion. He had his head slightly bowed and his ears back, acting like a kit that was being scolded by it's mother. His eyes looked around at the floor, thinking to himself, 'Yeah, I probably should have known she would have said this.'
His head finally rose once she was done speaking. "Uh. Pfff yea, of course, you're right." He trotted in place, looking antsy and ready to leave from this awkward situation. First he got jealous over the fact that she was talking to her brother, and now he was being scolded in front of said brother that he just discovered existed. How embarrassing. He cleared his throat, "Welllll," Tallmyrtle glanced over at Greypetal behind him across the clearing. "I'm just gonna' go now. I'm going to eat, that is. Uh, with Greypetal." Maybe, thought the small voice in his mind, he could make Sandyrose jealous that he was eating with another shecat and not her. He coughed awkwardly into his shoulder, adding a small, "You can come join us if you want."
He did not even wait for her answer, he knew it would probably be 'no' like it always was. He padded away to where Greypetal was. The whole time he felt like eyes were burning into the back of his neck, but he did not dare look back at Sandyrose and Birchwind, in fear of looking desperate. It felt like every time he talked to her it just got progressively worse and worse.
Tallmyrtle approached Greypetal quietly, walking in a circle once and then twice before sitting down and properly curling his long tail around his paws. He sat up straight and proud. "That went very well, Greypetal. It went very good," he said matter-of-factly, despite it not going well at all. He really just did not want to look like a fool. He glanced over at the mouse, asking sweetly, "Awh, is that for me? How kind of you. My favorite." He gave her fish a grossed out look, sticking out his tongue at the slimy thing. StarClan he hated fish.
(Oh goodness. I have no clue what the prophecy part should be about. But it should probably include Whitequill and Sandyrose and how they will unite the clan and fix everything. Like, something mysterious and whimsical like 'the quill and the rose' or something. I dunno' I suck at prophecies haha. )
Willowstep was quiet for longer than she should have been, it might have given away that she was a bit nervous about the medicine cat's dream. She took a moment to analyze the dream, processing it as it was spoken to her. At first she was scared it might give away her alias. But then she felt a twinge of pride over being in a StarClan prophecy. The prophecy also meant that she and Sparkheart would succeed, and she would kill Thistlestar with her own paws. Or at least that is what she gathered.
Willowstep did not sit down, she would not allow herself to make her too at home in the leader's den. She wanted to be in and out of there as soon as she could. The den felt too small for three cats, it made her feel claustrophobic with their eyes on her. "I will be frank with you, my leader, I have always felt that StarClan's prophecies have always been far too ambiguous for my tastes." She began to wonder if Sparkheart was in the dream, could he have been the cat with fur so bloody that Shadepelt could not make head or tails of who it was? "That strange cat in the dream... the one with the matted blood soaked pelt. Could that cat have been the one responsible for the mass murders? Or maybe it is just a sign of a war coming...." Willowstep started hypothesizing out loud, bringing a paw up to her muzzle in thought. Her yellow eyes were cloudy but held a glint of enthusiasm like lightning through the haze. She rested her paw back down flat on the ground, standing her ground, saying with a voice that held the authority and loyalty of a deputy, "I assure you, my leader, if there ever comes a day where this prophecy becomes reality I will avenge you. It is my duty as a loyal deputy, sir."
Mintstar smirked, her eyes locked onto that of her deputy's. She loved that he read her mind so perfectly. She smiled a little wider, "Yes! DewClan declares war on MistClan!" She howled, her tail lashed back and forth like a wip. She was soaking up all of the attention she was receiving. "For what every treacherous deeds they have done upon us they deserve this. They have had it coming!" Mintstar paced to the edge of the stone, closest she could get to her deputy without falling off the ledge, "Sparkheart, start rallying up the armada." She snarled, her brown back was sleek with water, drops of rain ran down her pelt and dripped down her toned legs. Mintstar leapt down from the stone she was speaking from, cats parted out of the way as she walked by to Sparkheart, "We won't hold back," she spoke darkly, bearing her sharp fangs in a evil smile. She looked even more menacing up close, the way her whiskers were crooked and she had dark sleepless circles under her eyes. Her needle black claws were unsheathed, she could not command them to sheath she just had too much rage inside of her.
She narrowed her eyes, walking past Sparkheart when she was abruptly stopped by a voice squeaking up at her. "Mintstar please wait!" It was Softclaw, the tiny shecat was hobbling on three legs up to her leader. She nearly stumbled and slipped on the muddy and rain soaked ground but she regained balance and kept running. She flinched and took a few steps back when Mintstar's menacing eyes fell upon her. Softclaw could not tell if she was shivering from the cold rain-shower piercing through her thin fur or because she was frightened to death by Mintstar. She could not meet her gaze, so she bowed her head to her leader. "Mintstar please, we do not have enough medicine to support a war. A-And, I am supposed to speak to StarClan tonight. We must post-pone. W-We cannot do this!"
Mintstar gnashed her teeth, "Maybe if you weren't such a pathetic medicine cat we wouldn't have that problem. And besides, StarClan are cowards, they are fools, that is why they are dead." Her icey mint green eyes were cold slits, even colder than the wind and rain.
"M-Mintstar. P-Please." Softclaw almost started crying, she could feel tears prick at the corners of her eyes. But her tears were disused as the rain water that streaked down her cheeks and thin white whiskers.
"Fine! Three moon rises from now there will be war!" Mintstar stormed off and Softclaw quickly ran back to her den. If Softclaw had a tail it would have been in between her legs.
( I love the plannnnn. )
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I've had a wicked toothache and problems with my wisdom teeth coming in, so I've been living with constant pain in my face for nearly three weeks, and these past few days have been the worst yet. -_- I can't get into the dentist until the 4th of May, either. It's such a pain, literally, haha. )
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