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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 18:38:24 GMT -5
WhitepawWhitepaw beamed as he was given approval from Streamtrickle, head suddenly just a tad bit higher, shoulders a little broader, and chest a little puffier as he began to scramble atop the leader's rock, claws scratching at the smooth rock. Finally, after a few heartbeats of struggle, he stood next to Streamtrickle, smirking to the entire camp as he stood on the mighty rock he once dreamt about standing on when he was a kit. Whitepaw let out a yowl of delight, passion and sheer power as he imagined himself as not Whitepaw, but Whitestar. The most powerful cat on Badger Island. Or, maybe not Whitestar. He didn't need StarClan. He would simply be Whitepaw, or whatever he wanted his warrior name to be. He would be powerful, and would own his own part of the island. He looked across the camp, at the many cats, and awaited their judgement along with Streamtrickle, fur blowing in the wind. He truly did feel like one of the great cats his mother used to tell him about, with a mane that glowed golden in the sun.
Spruceleap"Get a load of this," Spruceleap whispered to Dreamwhisper. He was passing this off as one big silly joke he couldn't take seriously. But in reality, he did fear an actual rebellion. He was steadfastly loyal to Leafstar, to StarClan, and he couldn't imagine having to fight Whitepaw in a battle. Whitepaw was a pain in the rear sometimes, too similar to their shared father, but he was his brother, at the end of the day. Spruceleap had only been a new warrior when Streamtrickle had been made Streampaw, but he remembered how upset the tom used to get over the simplest of appreciations towards StarClan. Spruceleap knew this was serious, but he would play it as a joke for however long he needed, "Let's just hope this is some... phase... huh?"
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Post by graygoyle on Feb 21, 2019 21:40:05 GMT -5
Blackscar - Camp - โค Ivory โค , radiolizard , dnacat
"Indeed, my young friend, life in the Clan will always be a blessing." Blackscar regarded his younger counterpart with a nod of respect.
As he grew older, Blackscar became an onlooker to an increasingly defiant and selfish generation of cats take the stage. While independent thought was not fettered by TreeClan, the Warrior Code preached for coalition since the dawn of Clan life. The venerable warrior knew the youth grew restless with the status quo; TreeClan's courtesies and customs were archaic, but they established good order and discipline for moons. Seeing cats like Ivorymoon mature to warriorhood gave Blackscar hope for the future. He knew his kits would be in good care with warriors like Ivorymoon around.
The thought sparked an idea in Blackscar's mind. "I'll be keeping my eye on you, Ivorymoon," Blackscar rumbled. "I'll be sure to give good word to Leafstar when my kits are apprenticed so that you may possibly be a mentor to one of them, so long as you stay on the straight and narrow."
As lighthearted as the thought was, Blackscar knew he could not be too hopeful. Rearing kits was a gamble; he could only pray to StarClan that they are healthy and strong enough to become apprentices in TreeClan. Gazing up at the bright greenleaf sky, Blackscar wondered what churned in the heavens; did StarClan finally have him destined to become a father?
Blackscar's prayers were interrupted by Streamtrickle's sudden appearance on Leafstar's Highrock. Brows furrowed, Blackscar extended a claw at the younger warrior. "Oi, you! Where do you get the nerve?" Blackscar growled. "You're disrespecting our leader's hallowed pedestal!"
Streamtrickle was one of the cats that came to mind when Blackscar pondered the restless youth. He had big ideas and a bigger mouth, but his heart always seemed to be in the right place, so Blackscar never questioned his loyalty... until now. As Streamtrickle pronounced his dissatisfaction with Clan life, an apprentice--Whitepaw--chimed in. Blackscar shook his head sorrowfully, pitying the youth that were ignorant of the struggles outside the Clan's refuge. Any other leader would pluck that rowdy warrior off Highrock and teach them a lesson with their claws; Blackscar knew Leafstar was too benign to resort to violence, and it made TreeClan better, in his opinion.
Rising to his paws, Blackscar made his voice heard. As one of the more senior warriors, he needed to nip this in the bud before chaos ensued. "Streamtrickle," he growled. "You know not what you speak of. If you truly have a problem with Leafstar, you should take it up with her. Instead, you're stirring up young, inexperienced cats that do not know how cruel this world can be to cats that stand alone."
He turned to his comrades, yellow eyes gleaming with hope and pride. "StarClan may be fickle, but they are not cruel. I know that more than anyone... They can give and they can take away, but unlike the elements which you would expose yourself to if you leave, they can bless us. Turning your back on their wisdom and devotion may as well be a death sentence."
The idea of cats roaming about the island, not conforming to a fair set of laws, made his skin crawl. How could his kits even have a prayer of being safe if they were face to face with a cat that had no care for the Code but the same training as a warrior? "Do you even know why we have the Code? Do you even know the Code?" Blackscar snapped, patience waning. Was Streamtrickle really so ignorant? "Our ancestors did not live in peace." He gave Whitepaw a pointed glare. "They had no laws to abide; they could kill and steal and lie as they pleased. There is not one aspect of the Code that follows the same cruelty as a 'ruthless dictatorship.'" He shook his head, voice breaking with disappointment. "I cannot believe I am having this debate with a fellow warrior. A disgruntled apprentice, maybe, and a rogue, sure, but one that has learned and been raised to know what's right from wrong? Shameful... Shameful."
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Post by Blaze โก on Feb 21, 2019 22:42:11 GMT -5
[ my muse is so low right now .-. ]
Shyrabbit / camp
Shyrabbit laid outside of the warrior den, resting in the mid of the day. She watched her clanmates roam about camp. She was happy to have a moment of relaxation before she joined another patrol tonight. She briefly wondered what Sandcricket was up to. She closed her eyes briefly, as took in the comforting noise of camp. She lifted her head from her paws, as she heard Streamtrickle. She narrowed her amber eyes at the young tom, 'foolish', she thought as she watched at the tom spurted slander. Shyrabbit pushed herself to her paws, watching as some of the younger warriors started whispering among themselves and as Whitepaw joined Streamtrickle on the highrock. She watched Blackscar confront the young duo.
They had no idea what they were talking about, they did not know the struggles of cats before Treeclan and yet they claimed they knew better? The brown tabby she-cat scoffed at their words. "You do not know how times were before Treeclan," she meowed once Blackscar was finished, flashing Streamtrickle a pointed look. "You have zero facts, only speculation," she meowed in a dismissive tone. The young tom couldn't be naive enough to think an island full of disorder would be a peaceful way of living. The clan was a family, they depended on each other for survival and support. Shyrabbit glanced at Blackscar, her eyes softening a bit. The older tom has lost much of his family, her heart ached for him. It was hard to lose family and watch them join the ranks of Starclan. "Starclan looks over us and guides us," she mused, flickering her tail. "They support us in our ventures, they believe in free will," she expressed. They were not a cruel entity like Whitepaw was claiming them to be. Starclan doesn't choose to make certain cats suffer, some things are beyond their control.
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Post by Blaze โก on Feb 21, 2019 23:03:57 GMT -5
Linnetpaw was standing by the fresh-kill pile, nosing through it gently. His stomach was grumbling and he wanted to eat something before his mentor came and took him on a patrol. He froze as he took notice of Streamtrickle pacing around camp. He briefly wondered what his old denmate was up to, he missed talking to the older tom. The only apprentice close in age to him was Owlpaw. She was great company but he wished there was someone closer to his age.
He froze as he watched Streamtrickle clamber onto the highrock. His blue eyes widening with shock and he glanced around, wondering if he was seeing what he was seeing. Streamtrickle was going to get into so much trouble! He took stiffly by the fresh-kill pile, not wanting to move as he watched Streamtrickle take. His fur prickled as Whitepaw joined in. Clan deforming? Starclan cruel? Brainwashed cats? Linnetpaw felt like he was going to be sick.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 22, 2019 7:17:21 GMT -5
WhitepawWhitepaw froze for a second, staring at the much older warriors with a momentary look of fear and confusion in his eyes. A disgruntled apprentice? Him? He had not expected retaliation beyond murmuring and glares, he had not expected to be challenged on his views. Streamtrickle had made it seem as if the entire clan would stand alongside them, especially those their age. Whitepaw suddenly took a deep breath, before an idea popped into his mind, "Look!" He called out to the rest of the clan, "An example, blind belief has made these cats scared of new views, of new theories," Whitepaw smirked confidently. Maybe if he at least looked confident, other cats may begin to agree, "They claim I cannot tell the past, and maybe they are true, but to deny my theory altogether and spout out 'facts'? When they themselves just claimed that I cannot tell the past," Whitepaw made deliberate eye contact with Shyrabbit, "You do not know how times were before TreeClan," He declared, "But, we can take those times, and make them better. Imagine, an entire part of the territory, all rich with prey, to yourself. Herbs, all to yourself," He could already imagine himself living on his own, hunting as much prey as he wanted, with a fresh herb stock back in his own private camp.
"And besides, the code is old, and allows warrior such as Blackscar, to make passing comments and judgements on rogues. It gives them something to dangle above those who do not believe in its heads," Whitepaw was working himself up into a speech of passion now. All this resentment for a system he did not believe in came bubbling out, "How many of you know for sure you do not have rogue blood in your veins? Exactly, none of you are sure! So, for all you know, Blackscar is cursing you. You and your ancestors, who allowed you to live the life you live now." Whitepaw looked down at Blackscar, eyes narrowed, "Not so honourable, if you ask me..."
Spruceleap"Stand down, Whitepaw," Spruceleap called from where he sat by Dreamwhisper still. The white-and-grey apprentice was just asking for Blackscar or Shyrabbit, or, StarClan forbid, Leafstar to attack him and exile him. Spruceleap always knew Whitepaw had more... rebellious views, but he never ever thought it would go this far Spruceleap swished his tail back and forth impatiently, anxiously, and he called out once more, "This is a battle you can't win, stand down now."
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Post by owlspots on Feb 22, 2019 8:05:29 GMT -5
OWLPAW || TERRITORY Owlpaw shook out her pelt and flicked her bushy tail. "Yeah!" She chirped; the ache had almost faded away entirely, "I just wasn't watching where I was going!" She beamed happily up at her mentor and gave a little bounce, testing her paws in case she'd sprained one of them. Fortunately that didn't seem to be the case. "At least I'll remember where that rock is now!" She pointed at it with her tail - the thing was larger than she'd first thought, and was sticking up in a strange point.
BOUNCEWIND || CAMP The ginger warrior rose to her paws, lashing her tail. "Mousedung! It's not like they're the only ones who think like that. I love the Clan, I do, but maybe it's time for things to change," she called, shouldering her way through the crowd to stand before Streamtrickle and Whitepaw. "There are too many rules and hardly any of them are properly enforced anyway, what's the point of living in fear of StarClan's wrath if there are no consequences regardless of what we do?" She was slightly off-put by the strong retaliation from the older warriors, but was determined to stand up for what she believed in.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 22, 2019 8:23:03 GMT -5
Swansongowlspots Swansong chuckled a little at her apprentice's quick recovery, "I'm sure you will," Swansong said softly as to the two travelled onwards. They were almost at the Crystal Stream now, Swansong could faintly hear the sound of trickling water nearby. She couldn't wait to show Owlpaw the stream, it was always so... magical, the first time you saw it, "Come on, we're almost there." She mewed to Owlpaw, her maw spreading into a childish smile.
Whitepaw"Exactly!" Whitepaw beamed down at Bouncewind, looking overjoyed to have a supporter, before he resumed his 'tough-and-stern' expression, broadening his shoulders, "You go on about the warrior code, but when have the rules ever been enforced?" Whitepaw nodded firmly to Bouncewind, shooting her a smirk before he looked out across the crowd, for more, or less, supporters.
((Sorry my answers are so short, I'm going out with my friends soon and have to get ready)) ((Edit: Font Errors))
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Post by owlspots on Feb 22, 2019 10:15:56 GMT -5
(Ooooh I hope you have a great time!)
OWLPAW || TERRITIORY Owlpaw's ears perked up immediately as she too registered the sound of the stream, very faint but very much there. She bounced again, higher this time, and excitedly picked up the pace. "I hope there are fish there! I want to try and catch one!" The little tabby made sure she only remained a fox-length or so ahead of her mentor, in case she got lost as this was unfamiliar territory and she had never been out this far from camp before. She wore a look of pure delight that mirrored Swansong's, and positively beamed back over her shoulder at the older she-cat, paws itching with anticipation.
BOUNCEWIND || CAMP She stalked towards the rock and took a position at the foot of it, facing the Clan. This is it, she thought, there won't be any going back from this. She swallowed any doubts she had and raised her head high, eyes sparking with defiance. The lithe ginger warrior glanced up at Whitepaw and Streamtrickle, returning the apprentice's smirk with a confident smile of her own. "If StarClan were so fearsome, they'd strike us down this instant! I've grown up believing in them, but do they believe in us?" She tensed, raising her haunches as the fur along her spine began to raise, preparing herself in case one of her Clanmates was to launch an attack. If anybody did, she would be the first, as she was not on the rock like the toms were.
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Post by maplee on Feb 22, 2019 10:52:22 GMT -5
Hey guys! Sorry for being really dead recently, if your characters were interacting with Mintpaw just keep going and pretend she was there the whole time! I probably won't be on a lot over the weekend. Sorry again))
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Post by โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
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Dreamwhisper - Camp - dnacat Dreamwhisper was frowning deeply at the scene before him. He was heavily disappointed in his apprentice for speaking out nonsense. He almost didn't hear what Spruceleap was sauing. "Sure. A phase." The ruddy tom said simply as he rose to his paws and padded forward to spea, the intensity in his eyes could almost sear holes into Whitepaw's pelt. "Blackscar is right! And StarClan doesn't work like that, Whitepaw. The watch over us, our ancestors, and give us wisdom when we truly need it. StarClan is built of the ancestors you speak of. We have a code for a reason, to try and tear it a part simply because you can try in naivete. We'll all turn into hateful savages without it. I know I'm not a perfect mentor, Whitepaw, but I thought you were better than this." TreeClan took him and his brother in and he would always be forever greatful and he would defend StarClan as well, for TreeClan would not exist without their guidance.
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Post by Lycaonia on Feb 22, 2019 13:25:49 GMT -5
((Given the reality of what the rebels want, I'm going to change Lilyfern to a loyal cat. I thought they wished to split off into another Clan when I decided at first.))
~Lilyfern - Camp~
Lilyfern watched the conflict with growing horror, tail curling tightly around her to brush against her belly. She glanced down at where her kits were growing, nearly ready to come into the world. To bring them into a harsh world, without Clanmates and Warriors to keep them safe from danger? Unthinkable. Fur bristling, she narrowed her eyes at the two toms on top of the rock. "Have you all gone mad?" She called, pushing herself to her paws, padding to stand beside her mate. She brushed her soft fur against his scarred hide, drawing strength from his presence. She locked eyes with Whitepaw, scowling fiercely.
"I would be careful what you say about my mate," She hissed lowly, usually bright turquoise eyes dark with anger, "I am almost completely certain that my own father was a rogue. Blackscar knows this. Almost the entire Clan knows this. But TreeClan has accepted me for who I am, not where I come from. We have Clanmates born of rogues who have embraced StarClan and live as part of us." She turned to speak to her loyal Clanmates. "StarClan has given us purpose to our life beyond blind survival. They gave us the Code so we may live in peace with each other," She whipped around to address the rebels once more, snarling, "Would you doom me to bring my kits into a world where their only defence against a hungry fox is a mother still nursing and a father who would most likely be away from the den, hunting to feed his family? And I would be a lucky one, with a loyal mate by my side. What of those Queens who rear kits alone? Would you deny them the security of the Clan? So many more of our kits would not even make it to your age Whitepaw. Without the Clan, would you even be alive?"
~Needlestrike - Camp~
Needlestrike pushed from the Warrior's Den, intrigued by the voices he heard. The heavy-set tom wove his way through the crowd, listening curiously to the arguments around him. A small smile curled at the edges of his muzzle as he watched the passion of such young, brash cats. Clan life was protection and security for the weak. It was comfort for those who longed for peace. But not for Needlestrike. For him it was constricting, forcing him to keep the hate he felt locked under his pelt. But to speak now would not be beneficial. Backing into the crowd, Needlestrike smirked. This could be his chance. To get revenge on those who turned his father away all those moons ago, when Needlestrike himself was just a newly made Warrior.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 22, 2019 14:06:16 GMT -5
Swansong"You might not catch one the first few times, but remember, there's always time to try again!" Swansong purred encouragingly, "You're so many moons away from your warriorhood, you have plenty of time to get truly good at it." Swansong trotted to catch up with her apprentice, feeling tempted to bound forward towards the stream. So many good memories lay there for her, days spent training with her fellow apprentices. Days spent down there with Spruceleap, laughing as they both quietly agreed to get along. Days spent down there with Bounceflight, laughing and flirting as they caught enough fish to feed the elder's for the next 36 moons. She really couldn't help herself.She launched forward, ahead of Owlpaw, and crashed through the undergrowth of the forest, a laugh bubbling through her mouth, as she ran towards the trickling sound, which grew louder with ever leap. WhitepawWhitepaw glared out at those who protested, snarling particularly when he saw Spruceleap and mentor yowling back unfair and biased arguments at him. But he remained quiet, it was clear most of the warriors would not take a 'disgruntled apprentice' like him seriously, so he would allow Streamtrickle and Bouncewind to speak for him. He lowered his ears, pressing a bit lower into the ground, as he curled his lips to reveal sharp teeth. Spruceleap"Everyone is right, Whitepaw," Spruceleap called out to his brother. Though he was angry, upset, and distressed by how quickly everything Whitepaw had clearly bottled up came pouring out, he also didn't want to see the young tom hurt. Which is what he was most definitely getting himself into, as he insisted on insulting the beliefs of the clan, as well as direct warriors, "If you come down now and apologise, we'll all forgive you, and pretend this never happened." He knew most of the clan would never let this go, but it would be better for Whitepaw to live a life full of side-ways glares and bitter scowls than one in which he was killed for treason. What would Swansong think?
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 22, 2019 15:28:52 GMT -5
Brambleflower - Camp - Brambleflower pulled away from her conversation for a moment, hearing voices around the leaderโs rock. She immediately leaped away from her two counterparts and trotted over. There were flurries of words flying and hisses that made her recoil, but she craned her neck to hear what Streamtrickle and Whitepaw were saying. Her eyes widened.
โIs that so? I can understand why youโd want to do what you want to do... I can vouch for your ideaโ, the pretty ginger-brown she-cat piped up loudly, bunching up her muscles before she leaped onto the rock, hauling herself up with some effort until she finally stood in all her splendour.
โAnd youโre right! StarClan, how about you strike us right now or at least give us some sort of sign?โ She added, fiercely looking up at the sky. Maybe these cats were right... StarClan had never given anything to her. Why would she support a religion that only took and never gave? Also... it would be nice to have her own bit of territory, now thinking about it.
There was a period of heated silence after she spoke. No one moved, everyone was waiting. After a few minutes nothing happened, and Brambleflower defiantly smiled. โSee?โ
Leafstar - Camp - Starter Leafstar groggily padded out of her den after a long nap, and awoke to hear voices shouting around her. Her ears perked up in interest and in no rush she hauled herself over with slow, calm pawsteps (as she always had walked). Fur flowing neatly behind her and eyes sparkling, she was a figure that immediately brought peace and calm to the entire clan.
A few cats stared as she appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
โHello all, and hello Streamtrickle. I understand these might be troubling times, but it is not in StarClanโs place to meddle. I think you all need some sleep. All of you, get down from my rock please. You are dishonouring my position and you are dishonouring StarClan with this foolishness. Disperse at once. Go back to your patrols and conversations. This is not the time to doubt TreeClanโs way of life and TreeClanโs history. What did Millie and her son create this clan for? To be a safe sanctuary for cats. This was never meant to happen and your lives are... perfectly fine and well thanks to StarClan.โ
Leafstarโs voice turned from a soft murmur to a low, threatening growl, and she narrowed her eyes at Streamtrickle.
โSome cats are... particularly being bad influences,โ she added, โbut no matter. Just a minor disturbance. Go off now, all of you!โ
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Post by dnacat on Feb 22, 2019 16:12:29 GMT -5
WhitepawWhitepaw shrunk back instantly, eyes widening in fear. He pressed down against the cool stone, feeling the blood in his neck run cold, as he slithered like a snake off of the rock. He was more than willing to execute his ideas, to throw a rebellion and be a part of it, to have his voice heard, but it seemed today would not be that day. Too little supporters would make it all too easy for them to be taken out, and with Leafstar clearly more than a little irked by their display, he knew that if he remained adamant about his opinions, he wouldn't see another sunrise. He was out here to win and have his own territory- not become a martyr under Leafstar's claws. He just hoped that Streamtrickle, Brambleflower and Bouncewind would all understand that, as his paws hit the floor of the camp.
Whitepaw pushed through the crowds of scowling, scornful crowd, cats parting rather willingly for him, before he darted out of camp, before anyone could catch him. He would give the rest of the clan time to settle, and he would suck up with the lies of just being an easily manipulated apprentice. He would play misunderstood damsel. A few tears, a few words about being young and easily swayed, and begging for forgiveness might work. But he would listen for any of the other rebellion supporter's words, any orders to meet under the night sky. He would wait.
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Post by graygoyle on Feb 22, 2019 17:58:20 GMT -5
Blackscar - Camp - Lycaonia
Thankfully, Leafstar emerged to quell the impending tempest; emotions were rising and tension thickened the air. Though Blackscar had more to say, he would not disrespect Leafstar's wishes. His words would only stoke the fire. Blackscar looked at the gathered cats around him, feeling hopeless. Who could he trust? Streamtrickle and the others set TreeClan aflame. All around there were burning eyes, smoldering faces... Who would emerge from the pyre left behind?
When Lilyfern found him among the congregation, Blackscar sobered up. Feeling her soft fur against his scars solaced him. He knew who he had to protect. In these uncertain times, when loyalties were divided, cats got killed. He would rather be damned to the Place of No Stars than allow his queen to fall victim to warriors gone astray. StarClan, he prayed. Please, keep my family safe. I have sacrificed so much, and I will even sacrifice myself, so I beg of you, watch over them.
As the crowd dispersed and the angered hisses faded into disgruntled murmurs, he pressed against Lilyfern with a sigh. His yellow eyes appeared tired, and his muscles were still tense in his broad shoulders. "Forgive me," he muttered. "I may have spoke out of term back there." Gingerly, he swept his bushy tail across her belly. "I just wanted to do something... anything to convince those cats they were wrong. A Clan divided... is no Clan at all." His voice broke as he spoke; clearly, the older warrior was losing his faith. "How are you feeling? I hope this didn't stir you up too bad."
Rainstone - Camp - radiolizard
What was once a benign conversation between Clanmates soon was shattered as chaos bled into the air. Rainstone's piercing silver eyes flickered to the cats standing on the leader's rock and narrowed. The cats were crying out for a life of freedom, away from the oppressive eyes of StarClan and Leafstar's grip. It was an appealing, albeit optimistic, notion; any cat unsatisfied with the Clan would be tempted by their hapless offers of liberation.
As for Rainstone, she felt... unmoved. Frowning, she realized she hardly felt anything. She did not care if those cats left or stayed, and she cared even less if Leafstar would choose to punish them for their treachery. It was in these moments that Rainstone wondered if she was even normal. Did any other cats feel like this? As in to say, not feel anything. It was as if a void lingered in her chest, an empty, gaping abyss with no end or beginning. Perpetual nothingness.
Then, like a light at the end of a tunnel, Brambleflower's voice rung out above the rest. As she spoke out in support of the minority, Rainstone felt a warmth rise from her belly to her heart. The passion and emotion in her eyes, her words, her body, it lit a fire in Rainstone she had not felt before. Standing up against the most senior warriors, against Leafstar, it was... kind of crazy. Rainstone felt herself smiling. Maybe she liked crazy?
StarClan refused to smite Brambleflower despite her challenge, but Rainstone felt like she got hit by a lightning bolt. Her eyes widened when she realized what was happening. I'm in trouble.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 22, 2019 18:02:36 GMT -5
((Okay, Gray, I obviously don't have anything to rp respond to you, but you're description of Rainstone falling absolutely head over heels for Brambleflower at the end there was so good?? I just had to say, because it had me puzzled for a split second and then I realised and just... wow... It was really good, that's all I have to say ^^))
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Post by graygoyle on Feb 22, 2019 18:05:04 GMT -5
(( hey, thank you. i'm glad it ended up making sense lol i've struggled with purple prose as a writer, so i'm glad nothing got lost in translation. ))
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Post by Lycaonia on Feb 22, 2019 19:29:18 GMT -5
~Lilyfern - Camp - Blackscar (graygoyle)~
Lilyfern felt her fur lay flat once more as Leafstar's reassuring voice washed over her. She turned to her downtrodden mate, pushing her head under his chin and nuzzling into his warm fur. "You did not speak out of turn at all, my love," She purred, trying to reassure the older cat, "These cats truly do not know of what they speak. They would have our kits born into a lawless world without a Medicine Cat to ease their birth or Warriors to help shield them from danger. My father may have been from outside the Clan, but I can not imagine such a life and do not want any part of it for our kits. Rogues may not always be bad, but I believe that without the Code and a Clan, it is so much easier for them to turn to darkness."
The golden Queen sighed, sitting back to press a delicate paw to her stomach. "I am fine, Blackscar," She replied, soft smile once more making it's way onto her muzzle as she felt the wriggling under her paw, "A little irritated, perhaps, but our kits are active and healthy. Wolfheart checked on them this morning before she left to collect herbs." The Queen perked up, remembering now what the Medicine Cat had informed her of that very morning, though it seemed days away now with the trouble. "Oh," she exclaimed, wriggling in excitement, "I meant to tell you. When Wolfheart was over this morning, she was able to clearly feel the kits this time. She's informed me that there's likely two of them. We're having two kits, Blackscar!" As per usual at the thought of the kits growing well inside her, she sent a brief prayer to StarClan for the blessing of life they had given her and the mate she lovely so fiercely.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 22, 2019 19:36:03 GMT -5
(( hey, thank you. i'm glad it ended up making sense lol i've struggled with purple prose as a writer, so i'm glad nothing got lost in translation. )) (Yes, it was really good!!)
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 22, 2019 19:58:58 GMT -5
Brambleflower - Camp - graygoyle As if Brambleflower had just realized what she had done, she leapt off the rock in one smooth motion, breath coming in more quickly than normal. Her eyes went glassy as she pushed her way through the rest of the crowd numbly.
โOh StarClan help me, why did I do that....โ She mumbled to herself, shaking her head at the sheer stupidity. Possibly not the sharpest tool in the shed, even she could realize that what she had done was rash and unnecessary. Her opinions were best kept hidden. If she spoke up... she would get in big trouble. Thankfully she had managed to get out of the scene before Leafstar saw her standing up on the rock.
Taking a deep breath, Brambleflower looked around the disarrayed clan. Cats were swarming around here and there in small groups, mumbling and hissing to themselves. Only one cat was alone and her bright blue eyes immediately drew to that cat, keenly and attentively picking her out from the crowds. Rainstone. The stony gray warrior seemed to be deep in thought.
Brambleflower slowly made her way back over to her, looking down at her paws as she lumbered along.
โHey, Rainstone. That was... pretty dumb of me. I donโt know why I did it but you know, I truly believed in what I was sayingโ, she mewed hesitantly.
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Post by graygoyle on Feb 22, 2019 20:01:37 GMT -5
Blackscar - Camp - Lycaonia
Feeling Lilyfern's warmth, drinking in her sweet scent, and hearing her soft voice Blackscar felt at peace once more. Though he could not forget the events that unfurled moments ago, he could, for a moment, forget his torment. Leaning into her gently as she nuzzled into his chest, he sighed into the fur behind her ears and then rasped his tongue tongue along the back of her neck, wanting to reassure his mate as she spoke.
"Perhaps it is a lesson they're meant to learn," Blackscar grumbled, his deep voice reverberating in his chest. "These young cats have not struggled like our ancestors... or like your father; they do not know of the dangers out there." Though Lilyfern's roots were not completetly embedded in TreeClan, she was as grounded in their customs as any other Clan-born cat. "I can only pray for them. The cruelty some rogues harbor is a product of their struggle for survival... I would not have these scars if not for their desire to take from our Clan."
Each scar across his massive, muscular body was from a rogue. With no neighboring Clans to compete with, the warrior only had to fight against invaders... invaders that did not abide by a Code. His shoulders, along his flank, across his legs and chest, around his muzzle... Blackscar harbored several gruesome mementos from the battles of the past. The most lethal was a particularly deep, broad scar close to his jugular, stretching from his cheek, curling under his jaw towards his throat. At the end of the day, he did not regret a single one. He defended his Clan and their limited resources, therefore protecting his mate and future kits. It was the least he could do.
Listening to Lilyfern speak, Blackscar felt his heart sore. "Two?!" He was delighted, his voice brimming with excitement. "Two kits?!" Springing to his big paws, Blackscar turned to his queen and began to laugh. "Great StarClan, I am the luckiest warrior in the world!" His doubts and fears vanished as sheer joy flooded every fiber of his being. He stepped close to Lilyfern, his voice cracking with emotion as he softly touched his nose to hers. "May I listen?" he whispered.
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Post by Blaze โก on Feb 22, 2019 20:24:38 GMT -5
Shyrabbit's expression was controlled as she watched the more cats join Streamtrickle. She couldn't believe that they believed in what he was preaching. At first, it was the only Whitepaw and then it was some of the older warriors. It made her queasy in the stomach as she thought about how strong the younger generation was really felt about Starclan and how the clan was running. Leafstar's compassion was not weakness, but a strength. She didn't say anything else as Leafstar stepped out of her den and told the others to vanish. She was sure that wouldn't be like the for longer. Streamtrickle had the stirred something within the clan. This problem wasn't going to go away with some strong words. Shyrabbit was more passive. This sort of conflict wore on her soul.
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Post by โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั on Feb 22, 2019 20:51:46 GMT -5
aw, i agree with everyone else, gray, it was very good <3 ))
god i really want to bring Dreamwhisper's history (especially his parents) in this but it was from my own clan a while back so idk how it'd work. bc Dreamwhisper could totally be a murderer with that history there. )) Dreamwhisper - Camp - dnacat "To think...!" Dreamwhisper hissed to himself, harsh eyes following Whitepaw's small form push through the crowd and out of camp. Exhaustion washed over the large tom almost instantly. He didn't want to think right now, certainly not about what just happened. Almost too fast, he crumbled to the ground and his head rested on his paws. He got the feeling none of this was over. If only Mooncloud didn't sleep like a log, he could talk to him about what happened- to get it off his mind. "Some scene." He tried to joke to Spruceleap but his voice was void of any hint or sign of it.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 22, 2019 21:09:43 GMT -5
Spruceleap โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑัSpruceleap watched as Whitepaw darted free from the camp, his emerald-green eyes glazed over in deep thought. He parted his mouth, as if to respond to Dreamwhisper, before he quickly shut it again, hesitant. His paws kneaded the ground as he pondered what he should do next. Should he follow Whitepaw? Should he remain here, in case his following was assumed to be a sign of agreement with the rebellious young cats' views? The tip of his tail twitched on the ground once, twice, then three times, before he inhaled sharply, seeming to come back into himself. He looked down at Dreamwhisper, who had crumpled to the floor, and he got a strong feeling of unease and discomfort from the other tom. He didn't blame him, the camp's air felt electric and the tenseness weighed down on Spruceleap's shoulders. He forced a smile at the poorly-delivered joke, but the fur on the back of his neck was crawling, "Heh, yeah..." He mumbled back, shuffling his paws.
Spruceleap scuffed his paws. He knew this had been coming. He was young, and he knew how his age group got about the clan, about the code, about everything about their daily lives that had anything to do with the word 'StarClan'. He had been in the apprentices' den with the other apprentices, listened to them murmur back and forth between themselves. He had spent time around Streamtrickle when he had been an apprentice, had heard how he wanted to live free of the shackles of the clan. He had seen how Whitepaw's faith had worsened since their father's death and his discovery that he and Spruceleap were not brothers, but rather half-brothers. Spruceleap felt lucky to have never been pulled into that youthful rebellion, and spent his time thanking StarClan for every piece of prey he got, and listening out for their guidance, verbal and non, during hard times. Honouring the code as best he could.
Spruceleap's tail-tip twitched three times yet again, and his nose wrinkles, "Let's just hope this passes huh?" He tried to joke as well, though his voice was much too breathy and far away from it to be taken as anything other than a passing thought that had forced itself out of his mouth.
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Post by Blaze โก on Feb 22, 2019 22:23:37 GMT -5
Sandcricket & Firestream / old halfbridge / graygoyle
Sandcricket started to lean away from Firestream as her former mentor pressed forward, her cream fur brushing gently against her counterpart's ginger fur. She watched Mothclaw with an open gaze. Her tail flickered where it was wrapped and resting on her paws. She watched him cast out his bitter words before he took off. Her honey amber eyes trailed after him before glancing back to Firestream as she felt the she-cat relax.
She couldn't help the snort that escaped from her as she heard Firestream's exasperated tone. "He will probably be back," Sandcricket chuckled as she turned to look at Firestream. She didn't see Mothclaw as the type of tom to give up on something; she could see him and Firestream having more words between them in the future. She laid down next to Firestream, rolling over onto her side to relax. The breeze and the warmth of the sunlight felt so good on her fur. "It's no problem," she mused in a flippant tone with a soft purr. She tilted her head back to glance at Firestream, "True, you are quite capable of being your own warrior," she pointed out. Her feline friend was an accomplished warrior, although she was certain that even if Mothclaw wasn't her mentor that Firestream would still be the same she-cat was she was today. She was a driven individual. Sandcricket made a soft humming noise as agreement. She had a good relationship with her mentor, they were always encouraging towards Sandcricket yet they knew when to be hard on her. "You don't have to put up with him if you don't want to," she mused, in a hushed tone. She wasn't sure how Firestream would react to those words. She seemed close to her mentor even though the two shared harsh words with each other.
She flickered her tail, glancing back out over the water. "It is quiet here," she sighed before purring at Firestream's antics, playfully swatting at her paws. "It is a getaway," she admitted with a small voice. She wasn't sure why she was being truthful with her. Camp was always busy but being out here on this bridge, it was easy to toss your worries and problems into that ocean breeze. It could float away for awhile. "This is one of my favorite places," she mused with a happy purr and flickered her tail at Firestream, "Do you have a favorite place?"
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Post by โค Ivory โค on Feb 22, 2019 22:26:16 GMT -5
Ivorymoon - Warriors Den - (anyone)
Ivorymoon had slipped away when the conflict began. His head buzzed with thoughts. Is that argument plausible? He thought, his fur pricking and itching. He threw himself into his nest and sighed, fidgeting. His desire to be alone in the warriors den outweighed his restlessness at the moment. He tried his best to steady his mind. He had to admit to himself that he had let his mind wander outside of clan life, outside of the rules.
It, had honestly, been a problem he struggled with, finding himself wandering the forest at night, making his way to the beach, despite being told he wasn't allowed to go alone as an apprentice, let alone, at night. His paws dragging, thankful to have felt the wing in his fur at the edge of the water. Is there more at there? He pondered, watching the moon set over the water. He hadn't ever considered himself unloyal to the code, or his leader. He was a fine apprentice, he thought at the time. And it had always been easy to forget that there could be something beyond himself and his clan. Now, to this day, the thought had been crawling up his spine every moment he was alone. Am I meant to be here? He would ask himself. He often had dreams of the wind ruffling his fur, standing tall and free from the weight of a code, and a clan to feed and care for, but he just refused to believe that is what he wanted. His internal struggle ate at him some days, and he found it hard to pick himself up out of his nest. He knew he would never go beyond the sea, but he knew that breaking away from clan life may give him what he wants. He rolled over in his nest and sighed. "I have a clan to make proud." He buried his face in his paws. "But, I don't know if I will live up to even my own expectations." He felt a rock in his belly weighing himself down. His desires were everywhere, and he wasn't sure what to do. He had just hoped nobody else had been hidden in the den to hear him speak to himself like a mad cat.
After what felt like a moon, he had convinced himself he was just tired and closed his eyes.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 23, 2019 10:26:42 GMT -5
(Hey guys, it would be awesome it you all put a link to TreeClan in your bios (only if you want to, obviously) so it can get a bit more publicity, joining rates have been pretty slow recently.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 23, 2019 10:39:21 GMT -5
((Will do!))
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Post by โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั on Feb 23, 2019 12:48:00 GMT -5
no problem, radio! will do when i'm done playing WoW <3 )) Dreamwhisper - Camp - dnacat "Do you really think it will pass?" Dreamwhisper looked up at Spruceleap from the corner of his eyes, pure doubt leaking into his voice. "They seemed pretty determined to make it happen." The tom glanced ahead of him blankly as he watched the rest of the clan before him. Some seemed worried, others appeared interested. He feared that the clan that took him in would take a very different turn. If a system worked so well...why changed that? Dreamwhisper unsheathed his claws and dug them into the ground. It frustrated him. If only StarClan would talk to these cats and change their mind. But he knew it was the clan's problem. Maybe it was a test of their belief in their leader and their ancestors. Whatever it was, Dreamwhisper would do anything to protect what he kept dear.
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Post by Lycaonia on Feb 23, 2019 12:50:17 GMT -5
~Lilyfern - Camp - Blackscar (graygoyle )~
Lilyfern chuckled softly, purring as she touched her nose to Blackscar in return. Her heart felt full of love seeing her mate so happy at the thought of their kits. She knew about his past, about Shellshine and their lost kit. She had been so worried when she had learned that she was having kits. Not for herself, but for her wonderful, brave mate who had pulled himself from grief once before to love again. If she lost her kits, or her own life, she wasn't sure he would be able to come back again. It was why she thanked StarClan so often and so fervently. To have been blessed with such an easy pregnancy in such a bountiful time eased the worries in her heart. Now only the slightest worry resided in her, almost completely banished by the joy the seemed to infuse every hair on her pelt.
Her mind turned to where that worry lay now, in the paws of young Warriors and Apprentices who would have that joy smothered under the weight of survival. She huffed irritably. 'Perhaps Leafstar should turn them out for a moon,' She grumbled to herself, 'See how much they glorify a rogue's life after having to live it for a while.' Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she turned her attention back to Blackscar, shifting to her paws. "You are in luck, love," She mewed gently, nudging his shoulder, "Our kits are very active this afternoon. You should be able to feel them as well." She turned to return to the Nursery, the day beginning to wear on her slightly. She beckoned her mate to follow and slipped into the comfortable den, settling back into her nest. "They will be strong Warriors," She murmured, shifting to her side and stretching out, "They have such strong little legs already."
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