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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 23, 2019 14:39:01 GMT -5
βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
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About Blood is painted upon our paws Our lands reduced to waste Though lovers think not of our cries But rather, act in haste
LeafClan and AshClan have been at war for moons. What started as simple, minuscule border skirmishes here and there have since escalated to great heights - especially so after the leader of LeafClan mysteriously disappeared. It was rumored that AshClan had something to do with the disappearance, though nothing can be said for certain. But one thing is known - two cats are in love. The medicine cat of AshClan - seemingly uninvolved with the challenges his Clan faces, and a warrior of LeafClan - seemingly the prime choice for deputy. It's an odd pair, to say the least, though it seems fate has decreed it written in the stars. And yet, when acting on "fate", what will ensue? Only the stars may know. The CharactersAshClanLeaderLionstar Medicine CatCloudweaver resilient, brave, independent![](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/40/67/ed/4067edae42f88bef68f6462472bbeebc.jpg) a dark grey tabby tom with white splashes and grey eyes - necro LeafClan LeaderSparrowstar A light brown tom with amber eyes Deputy
Nightpetal A black she-cat with frosty blue eyes WarriorsPoppyshade intelligent, emotional, irascible![](https://previews.123rf.com/images/endomass/endomass1706/endomass170600076/87742003-cute-brown-tabby-cat-siberian-breed.jpg)
A pretty, long furred brown tabby with soft green eyes -rose StarClanallegedlySparrowstar of LeafClan A light brown tom with amber eyes Cause of alleged death: unknown
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 23, 2019 14:40:30 GMT -5
I approve of the dramatic title, you and I were meant to be friends.
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 23, 2019 15:11:31 GMT -5
yes.
once i actually think of a good name for my girl then we can go ahead and get this show on the road. i'll have her by tomorrow for sure, though.
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 23, 2019 15:13:16 GMT -5
No rush and I love the dramatic intro.
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 24, 2019 12:15:38 GMT -5
thanks! I will admit - it was somewhat half-assed so i'll probably go in and fix it in the near future. once we figure out clan names I think we're good to go? ooh and would you mind adding a picture for Cloudweaver?
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 25, 2019 10:40:25 GMT -5
Sorry this took so long ο½ο½ο½ο½
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Cloudweaver - - - LeafClan territory. Creeping in the foliage, a shadow against the greens and greys of LeafClan's borders, was a young tom. Every pawstep taken as though it might be his last, and if he put as much as a paw out of place - it might well be his last. He wasn't meant to be here, but he had little other choice to the matter. For lives were depending on what he was able to find today, his own supplies run raw by the recent battles. If he didn't find herbs tonight, it might well be the end of AshClan. And needs must, he wasn't about to let something as stupid as a borderline be the death of those he loved the most. Weaving throughout the territory in silence, his paws treading gently upon the dry earth underfoot as he went in search of pretty much anything that might have been useful to him. Until the familiar tang of tansy drifted towards him on the air, and the dark grey tom hesitated in place. This land was unfamiliar to him, despite the similarity of the woodlands he felt out of place within it, a bull in a china shop amid the abundance of strange scents and odd shadows. The slightest hint of bird song left him tense and nervous, he wished to hurry but knew the need for care and calm. Padding towards the plant, his head carried low as though even a plant might attack him. He flared his nostrils until they envied the moon in width, his breaths sporadic as though the very taste of breakfast on his lips might give away his position as he trod towards the plant, and began the steady process of stripping free its leaves.
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 25, 2019 11:20:00 GMT -5
Within her nest, a tabby turned softly. Beside her lay her Clanmates - deep in a slumber seemingly gifted straight from their ancestors themselves; the notion seemed unfair. Poppyshade arose slowly, taking extreme care in producing a lack of noise. She took it upon herself to become a shadow in the darkness - focusing her weight in her haunches as if she were preparing for a hunt, in order to maintain the silence. Creeping out of the warriors' den, the she-cat glanced up at the sky. The stars above her twinkled - retaining their majesty with every passing second - and the moon hung low in the silent sky. It was a night of calm.
Huffing gently, Poppyshade made her way outside of camp, taking minuscule peeks into the entrance of each den in the process. The queens seemed to be sleeping peacefully - as were their kits, which might have surprised anyone. The new life of LeafClan certainly were contained bundles of energy. Though the ground underfoot stayed the same - warm earth that threatened to pull an inexperienced paw into its clutches - every passing step took its toll in the change of landscape. The clearing that the camp was located in was beginning to end - colliding with the foliage of the pine forestry, and the she-cat breathed in the scents of it. Sometimes the scent of pine would be enough to bring her slumber on such a sleepless night, but today, that just didn't seem to be the case. Sighing, she continued forward; branches dipped down in greeting, and in response, the molly dipped down as well. It would certainly prove a challenge to explain why she had lost an eye in the morning if she hadn't carried through with those reflexes - that she knew for certain. Did the molly have any idea as to where she was heading? Certainly not, though the prospect of a late night adventure - even if alone - was thrilling.
Finally, when it seemed as if the forest would never end, the trees gave way to a small clearing. Within, the molly could just spot the vibrant yellow of tansy, and she smirked quietly. Sparrowstar certainly won't care if I rest here for the night, she thought, though Poppyshade knew that that was merely her simple wishing. She could spend a few minutes here maximum - just to calm her nerves - and then it would be time to head back. The tabby sighed, though her dismay was far from evident in her gaze. The yellow of the herb reflected back in her gaze, and they sparkled at the prospect of this miniature "adventure". She knew not much of the herb - after all, that was a job left to the medicine cats - though she did know that she enjoyed the scent, despite its cutting sharpness (and its cutting flavor). The warrior made the decision to speed up her pace - her paws speeding up rapidly from underneath her. The sooner I'm back in camp, the better. However, despite her thoughts, the molly was forced to stop. A small rustle caused her to halt in her rapid tracks, and she opened her mouth as to taste the air - hoping the noise was merely a figment of her imagination. To her dismay, however, it was not. No, this was a cat.
An AshClan one, at that.
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 25, 2019 16:11:21 GMT -5
Unaware of the watching eyes that now followed his every daring footstep, the tom continued with great caution. Wanting to take what he could for his clan, but hoping he could do it in a way that the LeafClan medicine cat wouldn't notice that too much of it had gone. More that a mouse had come for a nibble rather than a trespasser had come to steal it, prior to entrance into the territory he had rolled thoroughly in mushrooms with hopes they would saturate his earthy scent. StarClan, he had trapsed through the dirtplace with hopes his scent would seem less noticeable, but he felt like every breath he exhaled was going to give him away. Deciding he had taken what he could get away with, he deposited the pawful of leaves onto a large fern he had previously withdrawn, folding it over carefully he lifted it up and continued his way through the territory. Ears flicking back and forth desperately trying to catch hold of any sign that might have prewarned him of a follower. The medicine cat was a large and muscular tom, but his efforts were focused on the healing and not the hurting. If he was met with an adversary, it wasn't like it would finish in his favour. The Clan needed herbs, but they needed their medicine cat back alive just as much. It felt like a great magnet was pulling him back, the further he journeyed from home the greater the fear sat on his shoulders, but he fought against every instinct that would otherwise have sent him running.
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 26, 2019 12:03:16 GMT -5
As the other cat finished collecting the herbs and began their retreat back towards their own territory, Poppyshade's front left paw plunged forward - an action done purely out of instinct. Although, the she-cat was certainly quick to withdraw it. Is it really worth it? He's certainly no warrior - unless he somehow has a deep rooted fascination with herbs, for whatever reason. She breathed slowly - focusing deeply on her breath as she inhaled and exhaled - until her mind was clear. She should've been asleep. Maybe it wasn't too late to head back. Peering closely at the tom, however, her thoughts began to shift. What would happen when leaf-bare truly set in? When the winds slicked her fur, the new kits would suffer as well. What if a lack of tansy was what caused LeafClan's demise? What if Nightkit or Flowerkit succumbed to green-cough? The blame would have to fall on me. Finally, the molly made up her mind - claws unsheathing with a rapidity that even the most experienced of combatants would shutter at the sight of. These are not his herbs for the taking.
Drawing in a sharp sigh - more so as a form of psyching herself up than anything - Poppyshade moved into the clearing. Her heart beat almost out of her chest - fatigue was now beginning to set in, drowning her physique (or so she thought). The only thing she could do was hope that her mind was simply playing tricks on her and that it truly was not evident; although, she couldn't help but draw her soldiers back in an effortless attempt to look more threatening. And in truth, she was; muscles were beginning to ripple from underneath her fur, and the length of her tabby coat made her appear slightly large than she truly was. "Stop," she mewled. Her voice rung out through the clearing, and the molly made sure to make it unwavering. "You're on LeafClan's territory. Although, I assume you knew that already, thief."
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 26, 2019 12:16:52 GMT -5
Everything in Cloudweaver froze when the shecat confronted him, his movements to his very heartbeat as he slowly turned to face the adversary in the night. His initial instinct was to take off running, the muscled tom might not have been the fastest footed but it would be worth the shot, the scents of home were tantalising on his tongue and one last mad dash might just bring him there alive and unscathed. The medicine cat tensed visibly, muscles prepared to run for his life back home, if he were fortunate enough he might just stumble across a patrol in his mad chase. Unlikely, even in times of war border patrols didn't venture out at this time of night. The young tom had never felt so well and truly alone in all of his moons. This was his mess to deal with. Casting his steely gaze across the shecat, brief recognition burned in him; from gatherings during kinder moons. But he didn't know that face well enough to guess whether it was one of a friend or foe. She's LeafClan, he reminded himself with a lash of his tail, that was all he needed to know to consider her a foe. But still he didn't move from where his paws were quickly rooting themselves to the dirt underfoot. Its only one cat, he considered; but his battle skills were far too rusty to even begin contemplating fighting back if that's what it came down too. Normally attacking a medicine cat would be an heinous act, but in times of war he didn't find it too out of the realms of possibility. Cloudweaver watched, unspeaking for a moment but standing as stoically as his nerves would permit. Ears perked forward, he spotted no followers in the foliage behind this newcomer, he could only hope that would remain for the rest of the encounter. The young grey tom resorted to the one final skill that might just get him out of the interaction alive and uninjured, something he had never considered himself talented in but it was all he had left. "You have an abundance of these," he replied as cool and slick as ice, "It is not theft, necessarily. Just taking them where they are better used," his tail flicked from side to side. "It is not my clan's fault it only grows on one side of the border, if anything LeafClan should consider themselves cruel for harbouring it all to themselves."
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 27, 2019 16:04:49 GMT -5
Poppyshade's tail lashed at the comment. She had come into this confrontation with the mindset that the other tom was most certainly a medicine cat, and that hurting him was out of the question; though now, she was unsure. Surely, Sparrowstar wouldn't care if I were to lay a claw or two this incompetent excuse for a Clan cat. "LeafClan should consider themselves cruel for harboring it all to themselves," the molly repeated, her voice high pitched and coated in slick mocking. "LeafClan keeps these stores for when members of our Clan gets sick. It's not our fault that your ancestors didn't mark the beginning of your territory in between this tansy field." She whipped her tail north - a pre-gesture for the words about to leave her mouth. "As I recall, however, your territory begins over there. As a result, this is our field, and you are an intruder."
She stared back at the tom - green eyes attempting desperately to pierce into the gray staring back at her - attempting to figure out the thoughts going on behind them - though to not avail; her mind forced her to look away quickly. She didn't know why, though, per say. The she-cat only hoped the tom before her didn't notice - or else, it would've been a small battle that he had won in the middle of their miniature war. "The audacity you have is - for lack of a better word - immeasurable. First, you come onto a territory where you know for certain that you're unwelcome - why else would you have come under the cloak of night? Then, once you're found out - you say that it's not theft? You AshClan cats truly are all the same."
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 27, 2019 16:54:25 GMT -5
Fighting to maintain his calm in spite of the insults being hurled in his direction, the tom remained statutory and his gaze unwavering, his claws remained forcefully sheathed but he was ever watchful. Prepared for the very heartbeat things went sour and the need arose for his quick and unplanned exit. The way he watched her was less that of a starving hawk observing a weak rabbit, instead a cautious stag regarding the threat foprim afar, careful but by no means looking for a fight. In truth he found some gratitude in the fact that this was not in fact his first venture into LeafClan territory, rather his third or fourth by this point, and the fact she seemed oblivious to this fact instilled some hope in the young tom that this might not be the final time his clan would have tansy amid their stocks. βI donβt believe itβs fair to force my clan to suffer for a simple and easily made oversight made before any cat alive was born,β he reasoned logical and smooth. βSurely if the roles were swapped and this land was in fact ours, you would want life saving herbs for your own clan? Or would you happily see your clans kits dead for the sake of a stupid border?β The blow was a low one, he had no doubts about that, but he believed every word he set free from his lips. Admittedly at her final words the tom did lose some of his cool, though likely not in a manner that either party was expecting. Cloudweaver snorted with laughter, an unattractive gesture but a rather honest one. βIndeed, my clan is very unlike yours. I care enough for my clanmates to do what ever spins necessary for them, whereas youβd rather see my friends and families dead for the sake of herbs you hoard plenty of.β
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 28, 2019 10:08:17 GMT -5
"You speak of 'reversing our roles' but I know for a fact that if those roles were indeed swapped that numerous claws would be laid heavily down on me." Poppyshade feigned an outward cold experience, though in reality, she understood where the tom was coming from. Current Clan mates shouldn't have to suffer for the fault of their ancestors - especially when that fault was merely deciding not to split the territory evenly. She opened her mouth to spit a reply back, though shut it quickly. We can yell at each other for all of eternity and still wouldn't get anywhere. Huffing, she opened her mouth again - this time having considered her words with a paw picked caution. "Take as much tansy as you can carry, and leave immediately. I hope you realize the sheer amount of hospitality that I'm showing you - especially in times like these - I'm sure Sparrowstar wouldn't lift a paw after acquiring the knowledge of me causing damage to AshClan's medicine cat." Smirking, the molly turned her head, fully expecting the tom to hurry along, his mind full of realization that he had somehow made it out of this encounter unscathed.
"Run along now-" she stopped, racking her mind for a term to address the tom by. They had sorted out their issue now and there was certainly no need to be petty - as a result, calling him by "intruder" seemed out of the question. This certainly should've been knowledge that she knew - gatherings had been an often occurrence during the two Clans' times of peace, though she had never quite been one to pay attention to all of the news - focusing instead on making conversation with her Clan mates and others. "I never quite got a name from you, did I?" The she-cat's tone had switched completely now - lacking the venom with which her initial remarks had come from; it felt good to not be on edge.
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 28, 2019 10:38:36 GMT -5
A soft breeze had begun to batter the forests, leaving the young medicine cat fluffing his dark grey coat against the bitter colds natural to their homeland. He shifted in place, frustration lighting his veins and an itchiness in his paws that made standing in one place a difficulty. The surprise that darkened his gaze was a genuine one, he studied the shecat for a heartbeat, testing the words in his head for signs of a lie. Trying to figure out whether the second he returned to his own territory a patrol would be sent in his wake, pillaging his own territory for the sake of a few herbs. But the words that came from his companion seemed honest, without malice; the least thing he had expected from this encounter. And the young tom had half moved to do as he was told swiftly, when the shecat said something else that caught him off guard. At first he hesitated, but in truth he struggled to see any threat in offering the truth. It wasn't like he could hide amid his clanmates, most knew of the dark grey medicine cat of AshClan, for better or for worse for the most part. Jaws now carefully clamped around an abundance of tansy, his ears perked forward. Pausing from where he'd turned away to bolt, he threw over his shoulder a muffled, "Cloudweaver," before bounding away into the night with a scuffle of paws and a flick of his tail.
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 28, 2019 10:47:51 GMT -5
since he's already left, do you want to do a mini time-skip where they meet again?
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 28, 2019 10:48:31 GMT -5
I'm down for that maybe at a gathering?
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 28, 2019 11:47:00 GMT -5
can do :-) i'll get to work on a starter
my dinner tonight is going to be honey bbq chicken but i have yet to begin making it
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 28, 2019 11:48:16 GMT -5
Enjoy it I'm thinking of ordering pizza XD
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 28, 2019 12:03:35 GMT -5
Though the night was one of the clearest in the past few moons, the air still felt hazy. There was an air of hostility that seemed to suffocate all of those in the general vicinity, and Poppyshade shuddered in the presence of it. A large boulder sat still within the clearing; though, dust had begin to gather atop the stone for the lack of use it had gone through recently. The current night of which they were living certainly wasn't a kindred one, but it was a gathering that the stars had seemed to have deemed necessary.
Sparrowstar had disappeared.
A morning had come - as per usual - with the sun having risen in the east, and the leaves falling gently with the incoming wind. The night before, the brown leader had been sleeping peacefully within the folds of his moss nest. The next morning, he was not. It was difficult to say that there weren't suspicions that painted the members of AshClan in a negative light, or at least as potential suspects for involvement. Poppyshade casted her eyes over the cats in the clearing with a solemn green gaze. Some, she knew, she had conversed with before. Most conversations had been pleasant; that had been prior to the wars. Now, it was as if she didn't know any of them. There seemed to be an unmarked partition between the two Clans - daring one from one side to cross over as if territorial lines. Throughout the crowd, however, there was one cat that the molly recognized. A gray and white tom.
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 28, 2019 12:26:47 GMT -5
At the bottom of the great tree that might normally have harboured the clan's two leaders, was Cloudweaver. The absence of the adversary leader burned like a flame, the tension throughout the clearing was palpable. The stars would normally forbid tension or battling in this place, but the divide between the two clans was visible even from where the grey tom was settled on the roots of the great oak. Casting an occasional look up at Lionstar, who remained silent and stoic atop his own branch, seemingly uncaring of the absence of the tom who should be taking his seat beside him. The grey and white tom sat shifting, uncomfortable and frustrated by his own leader's refusal to bring up the topic. Even the medicine cat had no idea what was going on, nobody was talking to anyone and the lack of communication bordered on the infuriating. As he listened to Lionstar talk nonchalantly about AshClan's recent news, a birth of a litter and the retirement of warrior, as though everything were perfectly normal, when the truth was anything but. He found his gaze wandering, bored and annoyed as he tried to distract himself from the nonsensical drivel coming from his leaders lips, when he spotted someone familiar amid the crowds. The warrior he had met not long ago, and she seemed to be staring at him. He twitched his ears forward, mild curiosity and slight concern burning in his grey gaze. Had he been told on for his nightly venture? He didn't pad forward and interact, merely watched from a distance for now.
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 28, 2019 12:47:37 GMT -5
In sincere truth, the medicine cat of AshClan hadn't strayed far from Poppyshade's mind over the passing of the last moon. Cloudweaver had been his name - she was able to recall - though who was she kidding with that? The name had come with every time that tom's image had passed through her mind - and so, she had thought of it often. And yet, what were the thoughts that came with the image? They had strutted their way in almost every time, carrying with them a reoccurring annoyance nearly every time. Was I right to let him go?
Poppyshade looked up to the oak, listening to Lionstar's words absentmindedly. Though infuriated with the absense of Sparrowstar's name from the other leader's words, her mind began to travel. And, in that moment, the answer seemed nothing short of evident - she had been in the right. If news of kits passing had come with the AshClan leader's words then she wouldn't have known what to do with herself. Though a piece of the enemy when viewed in technicality, they wouldn't have been apart of the issue - they'd have known only the warmth of their mother, and then, the frigid arms of death. She shook her head in a fervent attempt to rid it of such thoughts, but they kept nagging at her anyway. What would she do if she discovered Cloudweaver again? Let him go? What if he began to view LeafClan's territory as an area free for his passage?
She glanced back at the medicine cat, and their gazes seemed to have made contact. She tried smiling, though all that showed on her face was an awkward attempt at sociableness. If this encounter had been made with any other cat, the contact may have turned into a stare-down, though in the moment, her and Cloudweaver's interaction seemed nothing close to proximity to an interaction laced with hostility.
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 28, 2019 13:26:07 GMT -5
Poppy is hella dramatic XD I live for it
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Sept 28, 2019 13:38:20 GMT -5
shes my new favorite precious over-thinking, over dramatic girl ^^
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Sept 28, 2019 13:49:37 GMT -5
The young medicine cat found himself pondering about the clan's newest additions, a pair of shecats and a tom dubbed Fernkit, Petalkit and Oakkit, sweet little creatures that were thus far proving to be as innocent as the moon was silver, and barely three days old. Cloudweaver had considered staying in camp, more an excuse to avoid the gathering than it was out of concern for either the new mother nor the newborns. They would no doubt grow strong and prove AshClan was stronger than ever, he cringed at the idea. Such new lives soon to be thrust into the reality of war, not too soon, he hoped inwardly, but he found himself decreasingly certain about such matters. All he wanted was for his clan to be safe, but the destructive actions of recent moons seemed to prove that an impossible feat. Even no, Lionstar bragged about the litter as though they were the clans strongest cats, when they were to yet even open their eyes for the first time. Oh the world they'll be greeted with, he inadvertantly sighed, but was grateful no cats were in a close enough proximity to hear the sound. The silence of the clancats was uncomfortable to note, the divide clear as daylight, there might as well have been a sign left behind to advertise it. The young tom decided enough was enough and lifted himself to slender paws, leaping from his point amid the roots beside the LeafClan medicine cat, as untalkative as ever though that was not a recent revelation. He approached the shecat who occupied more of his brain capacity of recent than he cared to truly admit. Carrying himself tall and noble, ignoring the menacingly glares from clanmate and stranger alike as he padded over. "It is nice to see you again," he greeted somewhat stiffly, nodding his head in greeting.
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Oct 1, 2019 12:28:31 GMT -5
Poppyshade was, admittedly, taken aback at the sound of the medicine cat's voice. It certainly wasn't a noise that she had expected to hear today, StarClan, if she had had her choice, then she never would've heard it again. The brief encounter they had had was merely just that, and speaking further to this tom may have had the possibility of what she had done - the choice she had made - to be revealed to the awaiting ears of the ever-listening world. She stared back at him for a moment, the surprise of him being the one to speak first in such a large setting eminent in her green gaze. "The same to you... Cloudweaver."
And finally, the silence was broken. Like a leaf - crunched under paw - it was shattered. Some, or so the molly had noticed, had been watching their interaction with tension-struck expressions; and yet, once she replied, others began following suit. Soon enough, voices echoed throughout the clearing - not all were pleasent, of course - but the atmosphere certainly had much more of a calmness about it. Does he think it's weird that I still remember his name? The molly pondered slowly, reconsidering her earlier words. Oh, StarClan, I should've just asked for his name again. Alas, it was too late for such "formalities". "I don't believe you ever got my name, though. Which makes sense considering your... compromising circumstances at the time." The she-cat lowered her voice for the second half of her dialogue. No cat can know about that. Ever. "I'm Poppyshade. I thought you should know."
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Post by βπ³βα΄cΚα΄α΄
π¦βπ³ββcβα΄Κ on Oct 1, 2019 13:06:51 GMT -5
Winding his grey dappled tail around his muscled form as he settled down beside his newfound companion, pointedly ignoring the multitude of cats who appeared more than willing to take his ears as trophies for coming anywhere near one of their warriors. He refused to show fear of any kind, the day a warrior attacked a medicine cat under the truce of the full moon was the day there would be no StarClan, and he refused to believe that even in times of war a cat could ever dare be so stupid. Listeninng to her with a twitch of his ears, his studied stance remained stoic and unmoving, though he remained ever watchful it would take a very observant cat to notice that. An outsider would have seen little more thn the occasional twitch of his ears or flaring of the nostrils, not the fact he was watching and listening more intently than a leyman might believe of him. Shrugging his broad shoulders, he allowed himself a short chuckle in exchange for her comment. "Well the hurry of the moment didn't give me too much time for gossip," he reasoned with a flick of his tail. Whereas the night of their initial meeting had been one of cautious and defence, the tom tonight was a quite different one, confident and brave. Not characteristics most would connotate with a medicine cat, but ones he carried like a sleek pelt. "Though it is nice to finally put a name to a face, Poppyshade," he spoke as though testing the word on his tongue, nodding approvingly and thoughtfully.
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