Reden and Dawnmist 1x1 rp

OWlwing gave the cat his full attention. His amber eyes filled with worry. Did Brindlefoot REALLY have a nightmare? He shook his head, this must be related but he was certain Brindlefoot had been lying. Even that stubborn she-cat had voiced her concerns to him in the past. When the silver she-cat finished speaking, Owlwing sat for a moment in thought, he decided it would be best to talk to Moonstar before he came up with any theories, though he expected that the fish represented each of the kits. "You can have today off, rest and gather your strength. Use either chamomile or thyme if you need to calm down. We have plenty still. No poppy seeds." He told her, standing up. He gave the cat one last look over, as if she had just been part of a terrible battle then exited the dent. The medicine cat rushed to the willow tree and towards his leader's den. "Moonstar, I'm coming in." He stated, entering the den without asking. "Morningpaw had a vision." He told the leader, his expression grave, he wished he could have carried this burden instead of the youngling under his wing. When he had the leader's attention, he told her all the details that Morningpaw had provided him. "Silvermist told me that Brindlefoot was complaining of nightmares. I feel that it is time for her to go. She will drag her kits down with her. She holds no interest in them-I have never seen a mother with such a lack of interest in her kits- yet still feels she is entitled to them simply for birthing them." Owlwing had some passion in his voice. Whether Brindlefoot liked it or not, the kits were thriving here. She may dislike the clan but they all had found their footing here, even Duskpaw and Frostpaw who were the most reserved of the four. He feared that she would try to manipulate the kits in some way, maybe even Silvermist if she could.

Owlwing nodded as she spoke, feeling anxious that she also was not sure what their next move would be. "I'll let you decide if we should tell Silvermist." He told her. He quietly excused himself then travelled back to his den. "Did you take any herbs yet?" He asked his apprentice, noticing that she still seemed alert and nervous. Without waiting for her response, he gathered some dry thyme, placing it in front of her. "It won't make you drowsy, it will just relax you a little." He stated, watching her carefully. "I think it will be good to spend time with your littermates today." He added, hoping that keeping them together will prevent what the young cat had seen. Was it showing the future or present?. He signed, then started his work, hoping that he could do his best to keep the kits safe.

Frostpaw slowly opened her pale eyes, glancing around the den. It was rare for her to be the first awake. Silently, he stood, and padded outside, gracefully avoiding her den mates as to not wake them. The quiet cat stretched and looked around the clearing. The sun was just coming over the horizon, the ground, not yet warmed by it's rays, was cold and damp on her paw pads. The she-cat walked towards the fresh-kill pile, silently picking out a mouse she had caught yesterday, wanting to enjoy the fruits of her labor.

Owlwing said nothing as the young cat left, continuing his work like usual. He didn't know what to say. He silently wished that he was older and more experienced so that everything was clear to him.

Aspenpaw yawned as he left the den after his brother, lazily following the black cat to the fresh-kill pile. He paid no attention to what he grabbed. He was sore and tired from yesterday's training, and his hungry belly was begging for any kind of food. He picked up a shrew and quietly followed his siblings, his ears perking up when he saw Brindlefoot. "Good morning!" He purred cheerfully.

Frostpaw purred in greeting to her siblings, having already started to eat her food. She paused however when she saw her mother, the kit felt her heart skip a beat. It was so rare for Brindlefoot to come talk to them. She glanced to her siblings wanting to see if they were also feeling the same amount of excitement as she was. The pale cat noticed that Morningpaw seemed...off. The normally outgoing and friendly cat seemed quiet and stand offish. Am I rubbing off on her She thought to herself, half joking. The cat gave her sibling a concerned look, though she said nothing, not wanting to accidentally cause Brindlefoot to leave.

Frostpaw nearly choked at the explosion of emotions around her. "Calm down both of you!" She stated, getting between the two siblings. She looked bewildered, used to solving arguements but it was usually between Duskpaw and Aspenpaw, Morningpaw had always been so easy going. "Don't accuse her Morningpaw, and Duskpaw, don't shout like that, do you want the whole clan to hear?" She spoke firmly, her voice more solid than it usually was. She looked to Aspenpaw who was already on his paws, mouth gapped open.

"What do you mean by 'go home'?" Aspenpaw asked, eyes wide. As far as he knew, Brindlefoot was born and raised here just like them. Had him and his siblings been lied to? He shook his head. "You were born here! We all were. We are Isletclan cats. Why would everyone want their clanmate to leave?" He thought back to what Redpaw had said and felt his heart drop. "Who...are you?"

Aspenpaw looked defeated, the realization that he wasn't truly a clan cat hit him hard. Every cat knew except for them. He shook his head, it didn't matter, he still had his friends and sibling. "That doesn't make sense. Why would father break the warrior code" He questioned, sounding a bit more aggressive. He wished he hadn't asked about her origins. He had always know his father as a true example of a clan cat, brave, friendly, always putting his clan first. He couldn't imagine him betraying his clan and sneaking off to be with an outsider. If it weren't for the silver pelts of his siblings and his own blue eyes, he would have questioned if they were even Silvermist's kits. "and why would you want to leave now?"

Frostpaw pushed against Duskpaw to stop him from taking another step. "I said that's enough. Morningpaw, we need to hear what she's trying to say. Stop interrupting her." She told her sister, looking back at her mother. The dark tabby seemed so defeated. She remembered how beautiful and shiny her coat had been when they were kits, but now, it looked dull and disheveled. She leaned over to her sister, speaking quietly. "Morningpaw please, we deserve to know, but if you keep interrupting her then she might never tell us." She pleaded. "Silvermist would never tell us, you know that."

Aspenpaw sat down, looking at his paws, completely silent. Without a word he got up, and fled to the apprentice den as fast as his paws would take him, feeling ashamed of what just happened. He crept into the den and curled up closely beside Redpaw, feeling all of his emotions rising up like a flood. Without a word, he closed his eyes tight, hoping that when he opened them, it would have all been just a nightmare.

"Where are you two going?" Frostpaw pleaded, watching as her siblings both left without another word. The pale she-cat looked to her brother, feeling guilty that she couldn't stop their argument. "They just need some time to collect their thoughts." She told her brother, giving him a lick on his forehead. She felt her heart race, not sure if she was angry or scared. She took a deep breath and tried to mimic the reassuring smile her father always gave them whenever any of them were upset. "Let's go to the half-twoleg bridge." She suggested, leaning forward to pick up her meal. "We can finish eating there." She added, not wanting their emotions to be on display for the whole clan to see. She felt so weak and exposed, like eyes were silently watching and judging them.

Owlwing looked up from his herbs, but stood quickly when he saw how upset she was. "Are you okay?" He asked, flicking his tail to instruct her to sit down. He finished up organizing the herbs that they had left drying the day before, storing the ones that had finished drying already. When he was down, he went to sit down with his apprentice, his tail wrapped neatly across his paws as he watched her with an attentive gaze.

Frostpaw looked to her brother as he spoke, then looked back out to the water in front of them. "I don't know." She told him honestly. Then he gave him a nudge, trying to raise his spirits a little, her own as well. "I don't know what she would be lying about. She told us her origin and that she felt she had to leave, nothing else." She stated, narrowing her eyes a little as she recalled the discussion. What was Morningpaw so upset? Brindlefo-Azreal, didn't say anything that would make sense to ie about. She closed her eyes as she thought, trying to remember everything that had been said. "Morningpaw was in a bad mood before Brindlefoot even spoke to us." She pointed out. "Maybe she and Owlwing got into an argument, she isn't bring him anything on her way back to the den."

Owlwing signed, he had hoped that they would have had a few days before Brindlefoot had made a move. He had thought that the she-cat would be too cowardly to talk to all the kits at one time. "I'm sure it will be fine. I already told Moonstar." He told the she-cat, not as confident as he had hoped he would be. "When you guys all had a chance to calm down, you can all talk it out. Siblings fight but it doesn't always mean it's the end. They are all still in the camp after all. The prophecy could mean emotional distance, not just physical, unfortunately, it seems to be in motion already. You have to tell them when you get the chance." The brown tom stood, looking around the den. "I'll let you choose what tasks you feel need to be done. I don't want you to be even a paw step out of the camp until I tell you you can though." He told her. He was sure that the kits were all having a hard time with this news, if he tried to talk to them now, they would grow even more distant.

Frostpaw looked at her mother then glanced to Duskpaw, nodding in agreement to his words. She took a step forward, in front of her brother, pale eyes looking up to her mother's amber gaze. "Mother, why was Morningpaw so upset with you?" She asked, worry clouded her eyes. Was there something she didn't know? She gave Azreal a hopeful look, wanting an answer, even if it was simply that her theory of Morningpaw being upset due to Owlwing. It didn't make sense, why was Morningpaw calling their mother a liar? Was her origin different than what she told them? She thought hard about it. No Morningpaw was also surprised by that. it doesn't make sense. She looked back to her sibling, and gave him a comforting look. Azreal will give them some kind of answer, whether it was the truth or not, Frostpaw did not know. Regardless, she had to be there for Duskpaw.

Silvermist was still sleeping soundly in his nest when he heard padding outside of the den, quietly, he emerged to see Morningpaw with an upset expression. "Morningpaw, what's wrong?" He asked, rushing over to her, crouching down to see her face clearly.

Frostpaw felt warmth wash over her at the unexpected affection, but quickly calmed herself. She could feel Duskpaw staring at her. She shifted slightly, thinking of what to say. "Mother, we don't want you to go." She told the tabby, glancing to Duskpaw as she spoke, she then continued. "We would be betraying our friends and clanmates if we leave with you...I don't want to hurt anyone..."She trailed off, unsure on what to say, hoping to find a way to keep everyone happy. Maybe her mother will change her mind if she knew she would be missed. She once again looked to her brother, hoping to see what his opinion was. She felt obligated to protect him, and the rest of her family.

Silvermist was shocked at her words, but brought his daughter close. "Azreal?" He questioned softly, coming to terms with what she said. He looked down at the she-cat with a concerned look. "Oh Morningpaw, I'm so sorry that I never told any of you." He said quietly, burying his muzzle into her fur. Guilt had stuck him like lightning, it made his whole body feel cold as ice. He had wanted to protect them, yet he had caused them so much pain by remaining silent. "I'm so sorry." He whispered yet again. After a moment he pulled away. "They won't leave. I won't let them leave. I promise."

"Yes" Aspenpaw said quickly, pressing himself closer to his friend. He felt like a little kit, unable to do anything but cry. He felt tear escape, soaked up by his moss nesting as he sat there in silence. Why did this have to happen to his family? After several minutes, he looked up to his friend. "I'm not a clan cat." He told Redpaw, his normally bubbly and loud voice now a hushed whisper. "My family is falling apart and there's nothing I can do." He cried, pressing his head against Redpaw's pelt.

Frostpaw opened her mouth to respond, but stopped for a moment and thought. Surely someone in the clan would miss them, after all they were raised here. "What about Moonstar...or Oakpelt?" She asked quietly, remembering her mentor's words about doing things for herself. "And father, Aspenpaw and Morningpaw would miss us...right?" She added. Normally she would feel confident in this, but Duskpaw had already seemed to accept what Brindlefoot was implying. She couldn't leave him all alone. She stood there between the two cats, her mind racing to find a solution, something to fix this problem. Why did Morningpaw have to act so difficult, and then Aspenpaw left them without a word. If those two had stayed with them then this situation would have never happened.

Silvermist felt his heart sink at her words, he shook his head. "No. Morningpaw, I will protect all of you. Every single one of you will grow up, become wonderful warriors, and maybe one day have a beautiful family of your own." He told her, refusing to accept her words, he knew Starclan must have spoken to her, but surely they can be wrong. "Frostpaw and Duskpaw are just as much members of this clan as you or me." Silvermist was distraught, he felt like his whole world was crashing down around him. The thought of his two beautiful kits having to live far away from him, in the harsh world outside of the clan was almost too much to bare. If it weren't for him trying to be strong in front of his daughter, the silver tom would be a broken mess, pleading to Starclan to forgive him and spare his kits.

Aspenaw continued to cry, his body shaking with every ragged breath. He could have prevented this. Redpaw had warned him yet he gave up on it, acting as if it was just a simple argument between his parents and nothing more. "What if they leave?" He whimpered in between breathes. "What if I never see them again? What if they end up leaving and dying because I did nothing. I just ran away like a coward."

Frostpaw stood frozen (pun intended), she felt overwhelmed by the situation. Since she could remember, she always wanted to feel her mother's embrace. She also wanted to protect Duskpaw, aware that he seemed happy with the idea of leaving with their mother. The she-cat tried to think but it was growing difficult to do so. Eventually she broke the silence. "Mother, could we have a moment to discuss everything?" She asked, looking at her paws. "We need to gather our thoughts...We will give you our answer before sun high." She promised, looking up to meet her mother's gaze. She needed to know what Duskpaw felt, unsure if he would be honest while Azreal was here.

Silvermist pressed himself closer to Morningpaw, sensing that she was done with this conversation. He couldn't imagine how hard of the burden this must have been for her. Only seven moons old, hardly old enough to be an apprentice, yet she is having to watch her family get torn apart. "I love you too." He told her, allowing her to lean against him as he looked up to the morning sky. He couldn't help but to think that rain would be coming shortly.

Aspenpaw nodded absent mindedly, not fully paying attention to what Redpaw was saying. "I'm sorry." He told the cat, feeling embarrassed that he was being like this. He looked up and looked at Redpaw. "I promise, I won't leave you. You're my best friend Redpaw." He told the cat, feeling a spark of determination as he spoke. He knew one day, Redpaw and him will do great things one day. He will be better than his mother ever was. He was sure that Redpaw was thinking the same thing. "I promise when I become leader, I'll even let you be my deputy." He mewed, adding a little bit of a laugh at the end of his sentence, it was half-hearted but he felt the need to make his friend smile.

Frostpaw gave Duskpaw a horified look and quickly shook her head. "Duskpaw, we have to stick together..." She pleaded, her voice back to it's usual, quiet tone. She felt so tired, her legs felt as though they would buckle if she took a single step. She sighed, pressing herself against her sibling. "Let's go talk to the others. I'll fix this, I promise." She told him, her head resting on his shoulder as she stared out to the water, towards the distant mainland. She didn't know what she was going to do, but Duskpaw would have difficulties being out there. She closed her eyes, trying to think of how she could possibly fix this problem. Soon though, she broke away from her sibling and nodded her head towards camp. It was time to face their siblings and figure out what could be done. Would she be able to convince her brother to stay?

Silvermist nodded as she spoke. "They had always been close, even as kits." He explained to his daughter, his heart breaking a little more as he thought of the fight she was speaking of. "I'm sure they feel ignored by the clan." He felt some guilt. He recalled yesterday how uninterested Duskpaw and Frostpaw had been when Redpaw sat with them. He should have done better, it was clear the two had been struggling to find their place. He always thought they would grow out of it if he gave them time, but in the end, he was just making excuses. "They love you, I'm sure they will more than happy to make amends. You just have to remember that they didn't have a vision to warn them about this. They know only what they've been told."

Aspenpaw shook his head, "I ate before Brindlefoot talked to us. I'll just rest here." He told his friend with a worn out smile. His face and eyes were sore now, he felt like he was having to squint. "Thank you." He added. He didn't know what he would have done without Redpaw. He felt guilt brew in his chest. He had just left Duskpaw and Frostpaw in the clearing without saying anything. Surely they felt like he had abandoned them.

Frostpaw watched as she saw Silvermist race past the path they were on, her ears pinned back as she noticed how upset he looked. Somone must have told him. He's probably going to try to talk to Moonstar about it. She thought to herself, feeling a sinking sensation in her stomach once again. She shook her head and continued forward, looking around the camp for her siblings. She noticed Redpaw and looked away as she walked by, unsure if the cat was aware of what had happened. She didn't want to find out. Her ears perked when she heard her siblings in the apprentice den, watching her siblings for a moment before sitting down, looking to Duskpaw. Morningpaw and Duskpaw had to apologize to each other, but she was unsure if either would do so.

Aspenpaw purred at his sister, happy to know she was not planning on leaving. He stood up quickly when Frostpaw and Duskpaw entered. "You're still here!" He said with relief, glad that they hadn't left yet. "Has Azreal already left?" He asked, taking a step forwards. He was still visibly upset, but the sight of all of his siblings together made him feel much better and secure.

Aspenpaw looked shocked at Duskpaw’s words, and shook his head as he spoke. “Duskpaw you can’t leave us! You’re a clan cat!” He insisted, looking to Morningpaw to see if she could help convince his brother to stay. It didn’t make any sense, Duskpaw loved being a clan cat right? The dark tabby couldn’t think straight, why was everything around him falling apart? What did Azreal say to them to make them want to leave? “Why? Because she said that she loves you?” He questioned, feeling some anger now that he was coming to realize the situation at hand. He shook his head again, sadness filling his blue eyes as he spoke. “We have to stick together, right Frostpaw?” He looked to Frostpaw to see if she was also surprised by the black tom’s words, but the pale she-cat looked away in shame. “Frostpaw?”

Frostpaw looked to the wall of the den, away from her siblings’ pleading gazes. “I don’t know...” She told them, her voice quiet, a tinge of sadness lingering with each word she spoke. “I can’t let Duskpaw be all by himself.” She added, looking to Aspenpaw with a defeated look. She didn’t mind being alone, but the thought of her brother fending for himself made her skin prickle with anxiety. She looked to Duskpaw, studying him for a moment before looking back to her other siblings, feeling torn. She couldn’t have one paw in each world, she had to choose. She swallowed hard before releasing a deep breath, concentrating on the moss that lined the den floor. “I’ll leave as well.” She told them, breaking the silence.