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Post by Moonblazer on Jun 23, 2024 22:17:22 GMT -5
Foxrose was nearly silent in her darting, the familiar paths through the dark forest easy for her to follow. She did make one change though, flicking her tail against the foliage just barely to keep him chasing. She smiled to herself, thrilled with the chase, but also relieved that Yarrowcloud would have another familiar face to talk to. His anguish struck her. It was impossible not to be, seeing as he had been such a dear friend when they had grown up together, been apprentices together, everything. Yes, this would be a grand gift. Once she reached the tangled walls of thorns and thistles that began her path to her secret grove, she stood still beside the entrance opening, her muzzle curled with a playful smile as she waited for Warblerwind to approach closer. Waving her tail invitingly, she darted into the opening. Yarrowcloud’s head shot up from his resting spot in the soft black sand of the hollow. He could hear Foxrose’s quiet pawsteps, but more importantly, much louder approaching ones. He bristled, the spirit jumping to his paws and preparing to strike at whoever was threatening or chasing Foxrose. Splinters of blackened bark showered down from the trees as Warblerwind sailed through them, his paws barely touching one branch before he jumped for another. Despite himself, his blood ran hot with the thrill of racing through the trees, the aching familiarity of it focusing his senses. He half-jumped, half-slithered from the last tree to the forest floor, shouldering his way into the thicket behind Foxrose. His jaws parted for some barbed comment, but he stopped short at the sight before him. Before him stood the spirit of a formidable cat, so different to the elder he'd seen at Gatherings. His mouth opened and closed uselessly, and he found himself struck dumb by the sight of Yarrowcloud restored to his former glory. Yarrowcloud had lunged forwards the moment that Foxrose had skittered to his side, aiming to catch the intruder with large claws, only to stop at the last second before his claws could connect. Thumping down and skidding to a halt, the large tom widened his black-rimmed eyes, the blue in the center like a round pool. Releasing a breath full of adrenaline, he gaped. “Warblerpaw?!” “Warblerwind, now.” Foxrose reminded with a little giggle, brushing at Yarrowcloud’s side as she whispered. “I brought you another friend.” “What are- you shouldn’t be here.” Yarrowcloud stammered, before his voice hardened with a soft concern. Powerful, yet clearly caring for the younger tom’s wellbeing. “What are you doing here?!” |
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Post by thistle on Jun 30, 2024 18:01:27 GMT -5
Warblerwind faltered a moment longer before dipping his head in respect to Yarrowcloud, feeling out of his depth and flustered. "It's a long story, and not one I'm sure I want to share right now," he answered vaguely. There was no way Yarrowcloud had heard about Spiritstar's death or Warblerwind's own involvement in the whole debacle, and if he could help it, it would stay that way. "What about you? The Clans are in an uproar about your death. Why can't you get out of here? Why were you here in the first place?"
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Post by Moonblazer on Jun 30, 2024 18:18:49 GMT -5
Warblerwind faltered a moment longer before dipping his head in respect to Yarrowcloud, feeling out of his depth and flustered. "It's a long story, and not one I'm sure I want to share right now," he answered vaguely. There was no way Yarrowcloud had heard about Spiritstar's death or Warblerwind's own involvement in the whole debacle, and if he could help it, it would stay that way. "What about you? The Clans are in an uproar about your death. Why can't you get out of here? Why were you here in the first place?" For a moment, Yarrowcloud eyed the young tom with a questioning look, before the sky blue irises flashed and softened. A gentler tone came from him now as he flattened his fur, shaking his head. “I’m stuck here because I was killed here. Starclan can’t reach here unless a connection so strong is made that they can wake you up. My sister has that connection, but I didn’t. My father- Wrenflight- he knew this and planned around it, ambushed me and Peachdapple and took my life in the process. But I’d do it again to keep Silentflare away from him.” Yarrowcloud growled protectively, before he continued. “Upside is that I’m back at my best! My eye is clear again, and my leg works. Even my tail’s back. They won’t get me so easily now.” He promised, tail lashing, before he looked at Warblerwind and warned. “You shouldn’t be here. You don’t have to tell me why, but if you’re tempted by what the Dark Forest offers, don’t. It’s all lies and manipulation. You’re a whole lot better than that.” He assured firmly. |
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Post by thistle on Jun 30, 2024 18:56:00 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm aware of their pitiful offerings," Warblerwind snarled, fierce suddenly as his claws curled into the dead forest floor and his eyes flashed in the gloom. "And I won't be taking even a bit."
Controlling himself, he cleared his throat and made an effort to force his fur flat, though it still twitched along his spine. "You...can't wake up," he ventured carefully. "Your body is gone. So what now?"
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Post by Moonblazer on Jun 30, 2024 19:08:13 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm aware of their pitiful offerings," Warblerwind snarled, fierce suddenly as his claws curled into the dead forest floor and his eyes flashed in the gloom. "And I won't be taking even a bit." Controlling himself, he cleared his throat and made an effort to force his fur flat, though it still twitched along his spine. "You...can't wake up," he ventured carefully. "Your body is gone. So what now?" “I see…” Yarrowcloud viewed Warblerwind’s response with a flash of understanding in his eyes. Clearly, Warblerwind had been deeply wronged by something, or someone, here in the Dark Forest. Something had happened, and Yarrowcloud could only assume it was related to his unfortunate kinship with Robinstar. He had always pitied Robinstar’s kits, and Spiritstar’s. Cliffheart’s too, to be tied to such a stain, such a bloody legacy. Luckily, he could see that Warblerwind had not fallen prey to them as Jaguar had. “What now is to regroup and lay low until I can plan what to do next. I can’t dwell on my circumstances getting here, but I sure can spend my lifetime here keeping Wrenflight’s claws away from my brother, and from Thunderclan. I’ll kill him a second time if I need to, now that he thinks I’m the one running from him. He’ll underestimate what I can do.” Yarrowcloud promised, determined and steady. Rather than anger, there was a fierce protectiveness and love he held that drove him for the sake of Thunderclan. “Lightningstar still lives. I’m still loyal to my leader and mentor, and my kin still are in danger thanks to my father. So I’ll keep fighting like I did when I was alive.” |
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Post by thistle on Jul 2, 2024 21:06:56 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm aware of their pitiful offerings," Warblerwind snarled, fierce suddenly as his claws curled into the dead forest floor and his eyes flashed in the gloom. "And I won't be taking even a bit." Controlling himself, he cleared his throat and made an effort to force his fur flat, though it still twitched along his spine. "You...can't wake up," he ventured carefully. "Your body is gone. So what now?" “I see…” Yarrowcloud viewed Warblerwind’s response with a flash of understanding in his eyes. Clearly, Warblerwind had been deeply wronged by something, or someone, here in the Dark Forest. Something had happened, and Yarrowcloud could only assume it was related to his unfortunate kinship with Robinstar. He had always pitied Robinstar’s kits, and Spiritstar’s. Cliffheart’s too, to be tied to such a stain, such a bloody legacy. Luckily, he could see that Warblerwind had not fallen prey to them as Jaguar had. “What now is to regroup and lay low until I can plan what to do next. I can’t dwell on my circumstances getting here, but I sure can spend my lifetime here keeping Wrenflight’s claws away from my brother, and from Thunderclan. I’ll kill him a second time if I need to, now that he thinks I’m the one running from him. He’ll underestimate what I can do.” Yarrowcloud promised, determined and steady. Rather than anger, there was a fierce protectiveness and love he held that drove him for the sake of Thunderclan. “Lightningstar still lives. I’m still loyal to my leader and mentor, and my kin still are in danger thanks to my father. So I’ll keep fighting like I did when I was alive.” Warblerwind eyed Yarrowcloud, seeming to mull over his words. He was still struck that the strong, handsome tom before him was the same scarred, retired elder that he'd spotted at Gatherings. He admired his conviction to serving his Clan, even in death. "If you're planning to kill Wrenflight," Warblerwind ventured after a moment. "You'll have to find him first. Can you do that?" An idea was taking shape at the edge of Warblerwind's mind, one he was hoping he could use. His gaze flicked between Yarrowcloud and Foxrose, something akin to excitement glittering in its depths. "Do you have a way to find spirits trapped in the Dark Forest?" |
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Post by Moonblazer on Jul 2, 2024 21:18:42 GMT -5
“I see…” Yarrowcloud viewed Warblerwind’s response with a flash of understanding in his eyes. Clearly, Warblerwind had been deeply wronged by something, or someone, here in the Dark Forest. Something had happened, and Yarrowcloud could only assume it was related to his unfortunate kinship with Robinstar. He had always pitied Robinstar’s kits, and Spiritstar’s. Cliffheart’s too, to be tied to such a stain, such a bloody legacy. Luckily, he could see that Warblerwind had not fallen prey to them as Jaguar had. “What now is to regroup and lay low until I can plan what to do next. I can’t dwell on my circumstances getting here, but I sure can spend my lifetime here keeping Wrenflight’s claws away from my brother, and from Thunderclan. I’ll kill him a second time if I need to, now that he thinks I’m the one running from him. He’ll underestimate what I can do.” Yarrowcloud promised, determined and steady. Rather than anger, there was a fierce protectiveness and love he held that drove him for the sake of Thunderclan. “Lightningstar still lives. I’m still loyal to my leader and mentor, and my kin still are in danger thanks to my father. So I’ll keep fighting like I did when I was alive.” Warblerwind eyed Yarrowcloud, seeming to mull over his words. He was still struck that the strong, handsome tom before him was the same scarred, retired elder that he'd spotted at Gatherings. He admired his conviction to serving his Clan, even in death. "If you're planning to kill Wrenflight," Warblerwind ventured after a moment. "You'll have to find him first. Can you do that?" An idea was taking shape at the edge of Warblerwind's mind, one he was hoping he could use. His gaze flicked between Yarrowcloud and Foxrose, something akin to excitement glittering in its depths. "Do you have a way to find spirits trapped in the Dark Forest?" “I don’t need to find him.” Yarrowcloud mewed simply, seeming content with Foxrose jumping in with a somewhat playful tone. “He’s keen on finding Yarrowcloud. The Thunderclan cats here are all keen on it, so they’ve been nosing around. Too bad that I’m the sneakiest Thunderclan cat here.” She giggled, even more so as Yarrowcloud gave her a familiar nudge and a small rumble of laughter. “She was the sneakiest cat in Thunderclan when she was alive, too. Good to know that this place never truly changed you, even if it changed everyone else.” He grew serious once more as he addressed Warblerwind, noticing the change in the tom’s expression. “There’s no sure way to track any cat differently than we do in the living world. This forest is near endless, but there are changes in the land that almost match our Clans. Dark rivers and pools where Riverclan cats swim. Flat fields for the Windclan cats, ledges and cliffs for Skyclan, all that. You’ll find Thunderclan cats here, mostly. But, many cats don’t seem to care much about mingling when they’re training or hunting down another cat…” He blinked once, rumbling. “What are you thinking, Warblerwind?” |
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Post by thistle on Jul 4, 2024 14:28:01 GMT -5
Warblerwind eyed Yarrowcloud, seeming to mull over his words. He was still struck that the strong, handsome tom before him was the same scarred, retired elder that he'd spotted at Gatherings. He admired his conviction to serving his Clan, even in death. "If you're planning to kill Wrenflight," Warblerwind ventured after a moment. "You'll have to find him first. Can you do that?" An idea was taking shape at the edge of Warblerwind's mind, one he was hoping he could use. His gaze flicked between Yarrowcloud and Foxrose, something akin to excitement glittering in its depths. "Do you have a way to find spirits trapped in the Dark Forest?" “I don’t need to find him.” Yarrowcloud mewed simply, seeming content with Foxrose jumping in with a somewhat playful tone. “He’s keen on finding Yarrowcloud. The Thunderclan cats here are all keen on it, so they’ve been nosing around. Too bad that I’m the sneakiest Thunderclan cat here.” She giggled, even more so as Yarrowcloud gave her a familiar nudge and a small rumble of laughter. “She was the sneakiest cat in Thunderclan when she was alive, too. Good to know that this place never truly changed you, even if it changed everyone else.” He grew serious once more as he addressed Warblerwind, noticing the change in the tom’s expression. “There’s no sure way to track any cat differently than we do in the living world. This forest is near endless, but there are changes in the land that almost match our Clans. Dark rivers and pools where Riverclan cats swim. Flat fields for the Windclan cats, ledges and cliffs for Skyclan, all that. You’ll find Thunderclan cats here, mostly. But, many cats don’t seem to care much about mingling when they’re training or hunting down another cat…” He blinked once, rumbling. “What are you thinking, Warblerwind?” Warblerwind's face fell when Yarrowcloud confirmed he wouldn't be able to track Robinstar down any more easily. He stiffened as Yarrowcloud's gaze seemed to pierce right through his fur, scrutinizing his very soul. Who knew? Maybe now that he was dead, Yarrowcloud could see that kind of thing...if he could, what did he see? Warblerwind wondered. "I..." Warblerwind hesitated. It was no secret that he shared blood with such an infamous cat. "I'm trying to find Robinstar," he confessed, not able to keep the growl out of his voice. |
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Post by Moonblazer on Jul 4, 2024 14:42:25 GMT -5
“I don’t need to find him.” Yarrowcloud mewed simply, seeming content with Foxrose jumping in with a somewhat playful tone. “He’s keen on finding Yarrowcloud. The Thunderclan cats here are all keen on it, so they’ve been nosing around. Too bad that I’m the sneakiest Thunderclan cat here.” She giggled, even more so as Yarrowcloud gave her a familiar nudge and a small rumble of laughter. “She was the sneakiest cat in Thunderclan when she was alive, too. Good to know that this place never truly changed you, even if it changed everyone else.” He grew serious once more as he addressed Warblerwind, noticing the change in the tom’s expression. “There’s no sure way to track any cat differently than we do in the living world. This forest is near endless, but there are changes in the land that almost match our Clans. Dark rivers and pools where Riverclan cats swim. Flat fields for the Windclan cats, ledges and cliffs for Skyclan, all that. You’ll find Thunderclan cats here, mostly. But, many cats don’t seem to care much about mingling when they’re training or hunting down another cat…” He blinked once, rumbling. “What are you thinking, Warblerwind?” Warblerwind's face fell when Yarrowcloud confirmed he wouldn't be able to track Robinstar down any more easily. He stiffened as Yarrowcloud's gaze seemed to pierce right through his fur, scrutinizing his very soul. Who knew? Maybe now that he was dead, Yarrowcloud could see that kind of thing...if he could, what did he see? Warblerwind wondered. "I..." Warblerwind hesitated. It was no secret that he shared blood with such an infamous cat. "I'm trying to find Robinstar," he confessed, not able to keep the growl out of his voice. Yarrowcloud blinked with faint surprise at his admission, before a more concerned look crossed his face. He glanced at Foxrose, who seemed oddly serious for a moment before her kittish smile returned. Yarrowcloud looked at Warblerwind and released a small breath. "That... is a very tall order, you are aware? I'm not saying it's impossible to find her, but I am saying that where Robinstar goes, an entire posse of followers is never far behind. It's the same as it was when she was alive. You never met her when she was alive, but I can tell you from experience that she'll place any body in front of her before she'll ever let you get a chance to truly get her alone." He looked at the tom for a long time, before he finally admitted. "You're still alive. If you die here in chase of your aunt, you will be stuck here, just like me. I'm not one to be hypocritical, but I don't think you're ready for that level of confrontation. My father is one thing, he's as frail as a branch and as untrustworthy as a fox. Any cat who knows him knows that. They'd betray him for a scrap of mouse if it tasted better than his offers. But Robinstar?" He sighed deeply, seeming frustrated on behalf of Warblerwind. "More cats than you can imagine have given their lives, and their afterlives, for her. That depth of loyalty makes her near untouchable." "True true." Foxrose sang, giving a long and dramatic sigh. "She gets her Skyclan lackies to chase me around the tree branches all the time! She's so stingy with her plans, I just want to hear it!" |
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Post by thistle on Jul 6, 2024 7:26:57 GMT -5
Warblerwind's face fell when Yarrowcloud confirmed he wouldn't be able to track Robinstar down any more easily. He stiffened as Yarrowcloud's gaze seemed to pierce right through his fur, scrutinizing his very soul. Who knew? Maybe now that he was dead, Yarrowcloud could see that kind of thing...if he could, what did he see? Warblerwind wondered. "I..." Warblerwind hesitated. It was no secret that he shared blood with such an infamous cat. "I'm trying to find Robinstar," he confessed, not able to keep the growl out of his voice. Yarrowcloud blinked with faint surprise at his admission, before a more concerned look crossed his face. He glanced at Foxrose, who seemed oddly serious for a moment before her kittish smile returned. Yarrowcloud looked at Warblerwind and released a small breath. "That... is a very tall order, you are aware? I'm not saying it's impossible to find her, but I am saying that where Robinstar goes, an entire posse of followers is never far behind. It's the same as it was when she was alive. You never met her when she was alive, but I can tell you from experience that she'll place any body in front of her before she'll ever let you get a chance to truly get her alone." He looked at the tom for a long time, before he finally admitted. "You're still alive. If you die here in chase of your aunt, you will be stuck here, just like me. I'm not one to be hypocritical, but I don't think you're ready for that level of confrontation. My father is one thing, he's as frail as a branch and as untrustworthy as a fox. Any cat who knows him knows that. They'd betray him for a scrap of mouse if it tasted better than his offers. But Robinstar?" He sighed deeply, seeming frustrated on behalf of Warblerwind. "More cats than you can imagine have given their lives, and their afterlives, for her. That depth of loyalty makes her near untouchable." "True true." Foxrose sang, giving a long and dramatic sigh. "She gets her Skyclan lackies to chase me around the tree branches all the time! She's so stingy with her plans, I just want to hear it!" Warblerwind scowled, flicking his ear in acknowledgement. He knew that everything they said was true, but that didn't make it any easier to hear. Turning to Foxrose, he said, "Well, I'm not sure what more plans she has, but she just completed a big one. I don't know that you're missing anything juicy." He let out a long, drawn-out sigh before continuing. A cold acceptance crept through him from ears to tail. "I think I'm destined to be here anyway," he admitted quietly. He hadn't ever said it out loud, but the reality of it made his heart tremble with fear. He'd plotted with Robinstar, a cat he knew he couldn't trust, and helped her take over Robinstar's body and destabilize her leadership. Then, trying to be a hero, he'd killed his own mother, leaving SkyClan without any leadership. Oh, yes. He was meant to be here. Dread and anxiety pressed against the edges of his thoughts, the Dark Forest oppressing his spirit. |
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Post by Moonblazer on Jul 6, 2024 8:17:43 GMT -5
Yarrowcloud blinked with faint surprise at his admission, before a more concerned look crossed his face. He glanced at Foxrose, who seemed oddly serious for a moment before her kittish smile returned. Yarrowcloud looked at Warblerwind and released a small breath. "That... is a very tall order, you are aware? I'm not saying it's impossible to find her, but I am saying that where Robinstar goes, an entire posse of followers is never far behind. It's the same as it was when she was alive. You never met her when she was alive, but I can tell you from experience that she'll place any body in front of her before she'll ever let you get a chance to truly get her alone." He looked at the tom for a long time, before he finally admitted. "You're still alive. If you die here in chase of your aunt, you will be stuck here, just like me. I'm not one to be hypocritical, but I don't think you're ready for that level of confrontation. My father is one thing, he's as frail as a branch and as untrustworthy as a fox. Any cat who knows him knows that. They'd betray him for a scrap of mouse if it tasted better than his offers. But Robinstar?" He sighed deeply, seeming frustrated on behalf of Warblerwind. "More cats than you can imagine have given their lives, and their afterlives, for her. That depth of loyalty makes her near untouchable." "True true." Foxrose sang, giving a long and dramatic sigh. "She gets her Skyclan lackies to chase me around the tree branches all the time! She's so stingy with her plans, I just want to hear it!" Warblerwind scowled, flicking his ear in acknowledgement. He knew that everything they said was true, but that didn't make it any easier to hear. Turning to Foxrose, he said, "Well, I'm not sure what more plans she has, but she just completed a big one. I don't know that you're missing anything juicy." He let out a long, drawn-out sigh before continuing. A cold acceptance crept through him from ears to tail. "I think I'm destined to be here anyway," he admitted quietly. He hadn't ever said it out loud, but the reality of it made his heart tremble with fear. He'd plotted with Robinstar, a cat he knew he couldn't trust, and helped her take over Robinstar's body and destabilize her leadership. Then, trying to be a hero, he'd killed his own mother, leaving SkyClan without any leadership. Oh, yes. He was meant to be here. Dread and anxiety pressed against the edges of his thoughts, the Dark Forest oppressing his spirit. “No.” Yarrowcloud’s voice was suddenly stern, though it was clear that the tom’s harshness was born out of concern for the young Warrior. He shook his head. “You, and many other young cats, it’s easy to be tempted by the cats here. Manipulation and false promises have always driven the cats here, long before Adderstar and Robinstar were born. They were tempted just as you were, yet they chose to take that mantle. You chose to come and search for Robinstar. Why’s that?” He reminded. “To fight her.” Foxrose giggled behind her paw, before she added. “Not every cat here wants to see everyone suffer. Some of us are like you! When you think you deserve this place, that Starclan can never have you, then how can Starclan come if you shut them out? You know? I never wanted to be open to Starclan, I liked it dark… but oh, do I miss my Strikeflight…” She trailed off with a regretful little look. “We’ll find a way out.” Yarrowcloud mewed, the energy of his youth coming back, the bright optimism glowing from the once injured tom. “For all of us, in whatever way that needs to be.” |
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Post by thistle on Jul 7, 2024 15:19:14 GMT -5
Warblerwind scowled, flicking his ear in acknowledgement. He knew that everything they said was true, but that didn't make it any easier to hear. Turning to Foxrose, he said, "Well, I'm not sure what more plans she has, but she just completed a big one. I don't know that you're missing anything juicy." He let out a long, drawn-out sigh before continuing. A cold acceptance crept through him from ears to tail. "I think I'm destined to be here anyway," he admitted quietly. He hadn't ever said it out loud, but the reality of it made his heart tremble with fear. He'd plotted with Robinstar, a cat he knew he couldn't trust, and helped her take over Robinstar's body and destabilize her leadership. Then, trying to be a hero, he'd killed his own mother, leaving SkyClan without any leadership. Oh, yes. He was meant to be here. Dread and anxiety pressed against the edges of his thoughts, the Dark Forest oppressing his spirit. “No.” Yarrowcloud’s voice was suddenly stern, though it was clear that the tom’s harshness was born out of concern for the young Warrior. He shook his head. “You, and many other young cats, it’s easy to be tempted by the cats here. Manipulation and false promises have always driven the cats here, long before Adderstar and Robinstar were born. They were tempted just as you were, yet they chose to take that mantle. You chose to come and search for Robinstar. Why’s that?” He reminded. “To fight her.” Foxrose giggled behind her paw, before she added. “Not every cat here wants to see everyone suffer. Some of us are like you! When you think you deserve this place, that Starclan can never have you, then how can Starclan come if you shut them out? You know? I never wanted to be open to Starclan, I liked it dark… but oh, do I miss my Strikeflight…” She trailed off with a regretful little look. “We’ll find a way out.” Yarrowcloud mewed, the energy of his youth coming back, the bright optimism glowing from the once injured tom. “For all of us, in whatever way that needs to be.” "No?" Warblerwind had echoed, listening to Yarrowcloud. He still didn't believe StarClan would take him in when it came time for him to die, but he couldn't deny that the optimism Yarrowcloud spoke with was influencing him. He nodded solemnly at Foxrose. "To fight her," he confirmed. "And, if I'm strong enough...to kill her. That's what I'm meant to do. To fix things." |
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Post by Moonblazer on Jul 7, 2024 15:53:04 GMT -5
“No.” Yarrowcloud’s voice was suddenly stern, though it was clear that the tom’s harshness was born out of concern for the young Warrior. He shook his head. “You, and many other young cats, it’s easy to be tempted by the cats here. Manipulation and false promises have always driven the cats here, long before Adderstar and Robinstar were born. They were tempted just as you were, yet they chose to take that mantle. You chose to come and search for Robinstar. Why’s that?” He reminded. “To fight her.” Foxrose giggled behind her paw, before she added. “Not every cat here wants to see everyone suffer. Some of us are like you! When you think you deserve this place, that Starclan can never have you, then how can Starclan come if you shut them out? You know? I never wanted to be open to Starclan, I liked it dark… but oh, do I miss my Strikeflight…” She trailed off with a regretful little look. “We’ll find a way out.” Yarrowcloud mewed, the energy of his youth coming back, the bright optimism glowing from the once injured tom. “For all of us, in whatever way that needs to be.” "No?" Warblerwind had echoed, listening to Yarrowcloud. He still didn't believe StarClan would take him in when it came time for him to die, but he couldn't deny that the optimism Yarrowcloud spoke with was influencing him. He nodded solemnly at Foxrose. "To fight her," he confirmed. "And, if I'm strong enough...to kill her. That's what I'm meant to do. To fix things." “You have a long line of cats in front of you who have wanted to be the one to do that. To finally be rid of Robinstar once and for all.” Yarrowcloud flicked his tail knowingly before he mused. “Your mother took her last life. But here, in the Dark Forest? We all knew Robinstar wouldn’t be content with dying. To not do all she could to get revenge for her failed Clan with Adderstar.” He looked at Warblerwind. “If you think you can somehow do it, then I can’t stop that kind of determination. But I can warn you, this isn’t some training lesson, and Robinstar isn’t just a figurehead protected by followers. She’s trained since she was far younger than you, killed more cats than you can imagine. She was the brains to Adderstar’s raw strength, what she wanted, she got.” “He’s saying that going in head on won’t work for this one, sweet.” Foxrose giggled, before she whispered. “You’re gonna have to make a reaaaal big plan.” |
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Post by thistle on Jul 9, 2024 17:05:34 GMT -5
Warblerwind's expression grew grim. "I'd better start, then," he said. Truthfully, he didn't have a clue where to start with a plan like that - nor did he care. He'd probably just keep hunting her as he had been, driven by rage. And if he died along the way? Well, wouldn't that just be poetic justice?
He shook his head as if ridding himself of a bothersome fly. "Forget it for now. I certainly won't find her on this visit. I'm sure I'll be waking soon, anyway. No," he sighed before looking at Yarrowcloud. "I can't promise I'll be helpful to you, but I promise, if there comes a time where I can be, I will."
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Post by Moonblazer on Jul 9, 2024 18:22:50 GMT -5
Warblerwind's expression grew grim. "I'd better start, then," he said. Truthfully, he didn't have a clue where to start with a plan like that - nor did he care. He'd probably just keep hunting her as he had been, driven by rage. And if he died along the way? Well, wouldn't that just be poetic justice? He shook his head as if ridding himself of a bothersome fly. "Forget it for now. I certainly won't find her on this visit. I'm sure I'll be waking soon, anyway. No," he sighed before looking at Yarrowcloud. "I can't promise I'll be helpful to you, but I promise, if there comes a time where I can be, I will." “You can help me by keeping your eyes on the outside.” Yarrowcloud nodded, unaware yet that Warblerwind was nowhere near the Clans. Rather, he continued onwards, voice steady. “And if you come here again soon, I think you can appear near us if you think of us before you sleep.” He looked at Foxrose quizically. “Kind of! The cat you think about has to be open to you.” Foxrose admitted. “Yarrowcloud and I will always be open to you, so you can come to us! As for Robinstar, she calls you when she wants to. Never the other way around.” She pouted. “But if you come here, you’ll be safe. None of the other cats know the right path through the thorns. They get stuck and run back.” She giggled. |
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Post by thistle on Jul 11, 2024 18:50:56 GMT -5
Warblerwind's expression grew grim. "I'd better start, then," he said. Truthfully, he didn't have a clue where to start with a plan like that - nor did he care. He'd probably just keep hunting her as he had been, driven by rage. And if he died along the way? Well, wouldn't that just be poetic justice? He shook his head as if ridding himself of a bothersome fly. "Forget it for now. I certainly won't find her on this visit. I'm sure I'll be waking soon, anyway. No," he sighed before looking at Yarrowcloud. "I can't promise I'll be helpful to you, but I promise, if there comes a time where I can be, I will." “You can help me by keeping your eyes on the outside.” Yarrowcloud nodded, unaware yet that Warblerwind was nowhere near the Clans. Rather, he continued onwards, voice steady. “And if you come here again soon, I think you can appear near us if you think of us before you sleep.” He looked at Foxrose quizically. “Kind of! The cat you think about has to be open to you.” Foxrose admitted. “Yarrowcloud and I will always be open to you, so you can come to us! As for Robinstar, she calls you when she wants to. Never the other way around.” She pouted. “But if you come here, you’ll be safe. None of the other cats know the right path through the thorns. They get stuck and run back.” She giggled. Warblerwind dipped his head respectfully, grateful that he'd have some form of safe haven in the Place of No Stars. "Thank you," he murmured. He was confused for a moment, then remembered he hadn't revealed that he wasn't in SkyClan anymore. "But I-" His golden pelt shimmered before disappearing as he woke from sleep. |
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Post by Moonblazer on Jul 11, 2024 19:02:22 GMT -5
Yarrowcloud seemed to open his jaws as if ready to try and call the tom to stay, though he soon closed them again with a small breath of loss. It had been nice, to see a familiar and living face again, even if Warblerwind was a Skyclan cat. He turned as Foxrose touched her paw to his shoulder.
“No time to waste! We’ve got schemes to plan, my friend.” She giggled.
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 3, 2024 18:53:16 GMT -5
“A medicine cat!” Meadowbrook seethed as she paced around the dark clearing. Swaths of inky black moorland stretched beyond her as Fallenlight sat at her apprentice’s side. “Starclan wants to take my daughters away from me!”
“Your sister is to blame.” Fallenlight reminded, her voice crooning yet guiding as always. She rested her tail on Meadowbrook’s shoulder. “Even if you lose sight of Clovekit, Ashsong doesn’t have just her and Jaykit under her muzzle. She has plenty of kits of her own. If she believes she can take your kits-“
“I’ll take hers.” Meadowbrook hissed darkly, both hateful of her sister and anticipating when thinking of her nieces and nephews. If Starclan deemed they would take Clovekit and poison her with Starclan’s abilities, then Meadowbrook would take the first chance she could to take Ashsong’s kits under her paws. She nodded once to her mentor. “The second I sense an opening, I’ll travel their dreams.”
“Your first apprentices here are always special. Though, you are a special case in yourself for me.” Fallenlight purred, silky and cold as Meadowbrook’s anger faded into a softer gratitude and a cold strength once more.
“I would do anything for you, Fallenlight. Always.”
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Post by Moonblazer on Aug 28, 2024 18:29:42 GMT -5
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Post by Moonblazer on Sept 25, 2024 16:54:01 GMT -5
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 16, 2024 9:21:56 GMT -5
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Post by Icefire15 on Nov 4, 2024 13:44:35 GMT -5
Rosethorn paced along the edge of a pool of dark water under the roots of a large oak tree, her eyes watching the scene playing out in front of her. So, the twolegplace patrols aren't going as well as the ThunderClan deputy thought they would. "I guess the little apprentice was telling the truth after all." She mewed darkly, her attention focusing on Scarletpaw now. Rosethorn had been training the apprentice for a while now, but she still didn't quite trust her just yet. "Either way, I'm still going to keep a sharp eye on you." She muttered, tail lashing as she waited impatiently for the meeting to continue.
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Post by Moonblazer on Nov 4, 2024 14:01:33 GMT -5
Rosethorn paced along the edge of a pool of dark water under the roots of a large oak tree, her eyes watching the scene playing out in front of her. So, the twolegplace patrols aren't going as well as the ThunderClan deputy thought they would. "I guess the little apprentice was telling the truth after all." She mewed darkly, her attention focusing on Scarletpaw now. Rosethorn had been training the apprentice for a while now, but she still didn't quite trust her just yet. "Either way, I'm still going to keep a sharp eye on you." She muttered, tail lashing as she waited impatiently for the meeting to continue. “Still got your eyes on that one?” Wrenflight grumbled as he stalked past Rosethorn. The tom was clearly agitated that Yarrowcloud was still evading him. He hadn’t been ready for when the large Warrior had regained his strength and body usage after he had killed him. Now, Wrenflight was nowhere near as strong as his son was. For now, he trailed by the pool, snarling darkly. “I can hear Lightningstar’s muffled voice. When will that wretched tom keel over and die?” He demanded, hateful of the tom who had stolen his deputy rank when Duskstar had chosen him over her own apprentice. |
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Post by Icefire15 on Nov 5, 2024 2:53:26 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sure he'll croak here soon enough." Rosethorn said with a scoff, glancing up briefly when Wrenflight came by. Her tail flicked as she looked back into the water, her eyes boring into Scarletpaw as she watched, "I find her interesting. She certainly has potential, but I get the feeling that that there's more going on here then meets the eye." Rosethorn had never been one to trust others so quickly, so she wasn't going to let her guard down around Scarletpaw just yet. "Hm. Perhaps I should give her a couple more tests to prove her loyalty. What do you think, Wrenflight? Maybe you could use some fresh eyes and paws on your little hunt." She suggested, her sharp yellow eyes glinting in the reflection of the pool.
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Post by Moonblazer on Nov 5, 2024 7:18:24 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sure he'll croak here soon enough." Rosethorn said with a scoff, glancing up briefly when Wrenflight came by. Her tail flicked as she looked back into the water, her eyes boring into Scarletpaw as she watched, "I find her interesting. She certainly has potential, but I get the feeling that that there's more going on here then meets the eye." Rosethorn had never been one to trust others so quickly, so she wasn't going to let her guard down around Scarletpaw just yet. "Hm. Perhaps I should give her a couple more tests to prove her loyalty. What do you think, Wrenflight? Maybe you could use some fresh eyes and paws on your little hunt." She suggested, her sharp yellow eyes glinting in the reflection of the pool. Wrenflight lashed his tail, before he mused. “I suppose if any cat can draw that vermin out, it’s one of his Clanmates. The next time she comes here, I’ll bring myself out here to the both of you. And if she fails the test?” His claws extended easily. “All the more reason to get our paws dirty, right?” |
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Post by thistle on Nov 5, 2024 14:54:20 GMT -5
The rotten smell of decay seeped into Warblerwind's awareness first. He slowly cracked his eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the all-to-familiar gloom of the Place of No Stars. Lifting his head, he looked around. He was lying beneath a wilted, blackened fern, the sickly chill of the ground leaching through his pelt.
He knew what he was here to do, even if that burning rage was dulled by his grief. He stood and immediately parted his jaws to try to find a scent, even a fragment, to begin his nightly hunt for Robinstar.
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