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Post by ! (Ġray) ! on Jun 11, 2023 17:24:13 GMT -5
Birchpaw flicked his tail. "The gathering is going to start soon. What would happen if none of the three cats that could see shadows move were here?"
"Are you saying that we shouldn't try and help Graypaw?"
"Of course not!" mewed Birchpaw. "I'll go and find him, but could you stay at the gathering in case anything goes wrong?"
"Fine." Mewed Stripepaw. She sat with a group of RiverClan apprentices, though she didn't talk to them. They seemed preoccupied with their own conversation, and she didn't want to interrupt.
There was a yowl from Harestar, and the gathering began. "Ivypool," he went straight to the point, not even giving a report on WindClan first. "Has something happened to Squirrelstar?"
Ivypool dipped her head. "We haven't seen her for over a half moon."
Cats from every clan began to gasp. "It's just like Mistystar all over again!" Someone yowled.
Ivypool narrowed her eyes. "Of course it isn't. I'm still alive."
Whitlenose cleared her throat, drawing eyes to her. "Our apprentices know what's been going on. Stripepaw, tell them."
Stripepaw froze in fear as every cat at the gathering turned their eyes to her. What could she tell them?
(Also, I've been doing some drawings for this, I'll post them when I finish!)
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I need to finish An Isolated Clan ahhhhh
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Post by ᦓρ꠸ᥴꫀᠻꪖꪀᧁ on Jun 11, 2023 20:35:49 GMT -5
Birchpaw clung to the slippery tree trunk as he snuck away from the gathering. He passed through RiverClan territory to WindClan’s, trying to make his way to ThunderClan territory. Surely if Graypaw would be anywhere, it would be there right?
However, Birchpaw stopped in the middle of the moor. He picked up ThunderClan scent…Graypaw’s scent! What would Graypaw be doing in WindClan territory?
Perhaps he was making his way to the gathering himself, Birchpaw thought. Rustling noises made Birchpaw’s ear go pinned. But soon, Birchpaw realized it was just a rabbit scampering by.
I wonder how WindClan cats ever catch prey if rabbits are that fast, he thought. Birchpaw shook his head. He was getting distracted, just like how his mentor Sparrowfur had always scolded him for doing. He had to find Graypaw.
Birchpaw followed the scent. Then he realized it was starting to mangle with another scent. The scent of…fox. Birchpaw kept following the scent trails, going quicker this time. What if the fox was about to kill Graypaw?
And sure enough, yowls were heard in the distance, and Birchpaw saw Graypaw face to face with a bloodthirsty large male fox.
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Post by earthreborn on Jun 12, 2023 3:43:07 GMT -5
Graypaw hadn't wanted this. All he'd wanted was to get away from the shadows (which was hard, as ever since he'd fled ThunderClan, they'd been circling him and darting in and out). And now, here he was, about to get ripped limb from limb by a fox.
Abruptly, there was a challenging yowl, and a cat that Graypaw quickly recognised as Birchpaw sprang at the fox, lashing out with both front paws. The fox yelped, then snarled and whipped around, snapping at Birchpaw, who only just managed to duck out of the way.
Graypaw managed to overcome his terror, and darted forwards, sinking his teeth into the fox's tail.
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Praying to StarClan for a Brambleclaw POV for Changing Skies
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Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Jun 12, 2023 9:30:53 GMT -5
The fox yelped and ran away. Graypaw reasoned that the fox thought it wasn't worth getting his tail mauled.
"Why are you in WindClan?!" Birchpaw asked. "Shouldn't you be at the Gathering?"
Graypaw hesitated, but then he realized that Birchpaw understood him and his struggles. Graypaw suddenly found himself spilling everything about his feelings and fears, and what he had gotten himself into.
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Praying to StarClan for a Brambleclaw POV for Changing Skies
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Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Jun 12, 2023 22:05:24 GMT -5
((bump))
((also I saw on the wiki Stripekit/paw has RiverClan ancestry!))
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Post by ! (Ġray) ! on Jun 13, 2023 17:54:53 GMT -5
Birchpaw suddenly thought of a solution. If Graypaw was struggling alone to the shadows, maybe it would be better for him to stay with someone who knew what he was going through. “How would you feel about Joining ShadowClan?”
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Post by earthreborn on Jun 14, 2023 2:51:32 GMT -5
Graypaw's ears pricked up in surprise. "Join ShadowClan?" he repeated. "I. . . I don't know, Birchpaw. I mean. . . sure, things are different now, cats can change Clans if they like, but it's still kind of a big deal. And I'm always so anxious and scared. . . I don't know if they'd be welcoming to me."
"I would be," Birchpaw said quickly, then shuffled his paws and briefly looked embarrassed. "I mean. . . yeah. We'd all welcome you." He briefly touched his tail-tip to Graypaw's shoulder. "And it doesn't matter about being anxious and scared; everyone gets like that sometimes."
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Post by ! (Ġray) ! on Jun 14, 2023 3:51:04 GMT -5
GrayBirch, WhisperBirch, or WhisperBirchGray, that is the question
"I- I'll think about it." Graypaw didn't want to leave his family, or his friends behind to join ShadowClan. But it was almost unreal to think about what would happen next time he saw the shadows if there was someone else who understood there with him. Alderheart tried his best, and he was a good friend, but it wasn't the same as having someone who understood completely. Graypaw had to admit, as he thought about it, the thought of joining ShadowClan was becoming more and more tempting. "But cats can only join another clan for love, right?"
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Post by ! (Ġray) ! on Jun 14, 2023 5:07:02 GMT -5
"Of course it's the shadows," Alderheart said, but his voice was suddenly different. It was. . . harsher. "Of course. You can see them, Graypaw. You can see US." His ginger pelt darkened, turning a dark brown, almost black. He smiled, and of course his teeth hadn't turned dark; if anything, they seemed brighter, gleaming white. I drew this and put it on tumblr if anyone cares: www.tumblr.com/graythedemonicchild/720095969219395584/possessed-alderheart-no-context Also while you're there, you should totally like the drawing
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I need to finish An Isolated Clan ahhhhh
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Post by ᦓρ꠸ᥴꫀᠻꪖꪀᧁ on Jun 14, 2023 6:04:35 GMT -5
“I want you to join for love, Graypaw”
“Well, that day when me and Stripepaw went to the moonpool, she saw me in RiverClan territory,” Birchpaw explained, “I was looking for Whisperpaw, and she explained that she wanted to join RiverClan because she felt like she didn’t belong in WindClan.”
The shadows then appeared but they didn’t flicker. They just stayed for a minute…and then turned back.
Graypaw heard himself panting. He trembled. The shadows had never done that before. Would the whole word soon be stuck as a shadow? Birchpaw then came over and wrapped his tail around him. Graypaw closed his eyes. Birchpaw was calling him, in a way that no other cat could.
Graypaw sighed, “I’ll join ShadowClan,” he said.
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Post by stupidflower on Jun 14, 2023 13:09:14 GMT -5
Birchpaw's face lit up. "You will? You really will? Awesome! That's great!" The tabby tom was so happy. His joy was almost infectious, and Graypaw thought that, for the first time in a while, that things might get better. As he followed his friend down the moor and to the lakeshore, he began to feel his misgivings again. He would miss his brother and sister. He would miss his mother. He would miss his mentor, his friends, his whole Clan, if he was being honest. He'd miss the scents of the oak forest, so different from ShadowClan's dark, gloomy pines. But everyone who switched Clans felt like that, he supposed. There were cats in ThunderClan who had come from other Clans: Sunbeam, Fernstripe, and Finleap. They had gotten over it; surely he would too. Then again, they had switched Clans to be with their mates. The only ShadowClan cat that Graypaw felt he really knew was Birchpaw. And...they CERTAINLY weren't mates... even if they wanted to be, the shadows were each's main priority. Then again, Graypaw was only leaving for Birchpaw. Was it... entirely out of the question? *wink wink nudge nudge* Graypaw's thoughts surprised him. His pelt felt warm, and he trailed a bit behind Birchpaw, not wanting to walk exactly alongside him. But when Birchpaw turned towards the fallen tree that led to the Gathering island, Graypaw caught up to his side. "Let's go straight to your camp," he suggested. "I...don't wanna be noticed." "But don't you want to say something to your kin?" Birchpaw questioned. "To...say goodbye?" The though terrified Graypaw. He emphatically shook his head, to which Birchpaw placed a comforting tail-tip on his shoulder, and led him in the direction of ShadowClan. Graypaw felt a hole in his heart as he thought about his kin, especially his mother. She'd already lost Graypaw's father. Could she bare to loose him too? Graypaw somehow felt that this was the wrong decision. He somehow felt he was still...important to ThunderClan. But of course I'm not, he thought. They don't need me, not more than any other cat... and Birchpaw needs me more.
Hey. Hey guys. GrayBirch?
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I need to finish An Isolated Clan ahhhhh
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Post by ᦓρ꠸ᥴꫀᠻꪖꪀᧁ on Jun 14, 2023 19:52:52 GMT -5
GrayBirch forever
But did Birchpaw need him? Graypaw found his thoughts questioning himself. The truth was that he needed Birchpaw. He knew he did.
Perhaps this is for the best, Graypaw thought, Birchpaw will be with me, and he understands what I’m going through.
Then a dark thought came across Graypaw’s head. What if he lost Birchpaw? What if he lost Stripepaw too? What if the shadows killed both of them? The shadows flickered at his thoughts, as if saying that they would. Graypaw felt a bit scared, but he more felt angry.
“No! You won’t hurt my friends!” Graypaw shouted. He froze, embarrassed for saying such a thing out loud. But Birchpaw wasn’t paying attention. He was gazing up at a cardinal, looking fascinated by the sight. But then he snapped out of his interest.
“Everything alright?” He asked.
“Fine,” Graypaw murmured.
“I saw the shadows flicker just now too,” Birchpaw said, “You don’t need to hide stuff from me.”
Graypaw felt warmth inside him at Birchpaw’s words. He felt flustered. Birchpaw cared for him, even if everything going on was so new. Birchpaw almost looked, well, handsome in Graypaw’s eyes. Had he always looked this way?
What if he became mates with Birchpaw? The thought from earlier came back. Sure, he and Birchpaw’s number one priority would be the shadows, but surely it could work?
Graypaw stopped. I don’t even know if I’d like that, he thought.
“I guess I’m just used to hiding stuff from other cats,” he replied.
“You’ve been seeing the shadows longer than me and Stripepaw have been, haven’t you?” Birchpaw asked.
“Yeah,” Graypaw answered, “But it was only in dreams before. Now I see them…” He paused, “Everywhere.”
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🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄
Praying to StarClan for a Brambleclaw POV for Changing Skies
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Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Jun 16, 2023 13:51:02 GMT -5
Stripepaw's heart beat so fast, she was worried that she'd pop like a bubble. Would the leaders believe the medicine cats? Or would Whistlenose keep on egging them on to stop bluffing?
"Enough," Ivypool snapped. "If we keep arguing, the moon will be covered!" Murmurs echoed across the island before she spoke again. "Despite the disappearances of our Clanmates, ThunderClan is stronger than ever."
"WindClan is also experiencing bountiful times," Harestar stated. "We have two new apprentices, Muddypaw and Hazelpaw." Cats cheered the apprentices' names. "Muddypaw has decided to become a medicine cat, and even though we mourn Kestrelflight, we are taking on the future with optimism." Harestar turned his head to signal Icestar to report on RiverClan.
Is that it? He isn't going to talk about Brookpaw?
Icestar then reported on the water being cleaner than usual, and the retirement of Mallownose. Tigerstar continued, and talked about how Whisperpaw had gone missing, and how a fox must have gotten him. Stripepaw's whiskers twitched as Leafstar started talking about the fox in SkyClan territory.
"If they took your apprentice and came to our territory, you should warn us, surely!" Leafstar had growled. But it didn't take Whisperpaw. The shadows did...
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I need to finish An Isolated Clan ahhhhh
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Post by ᦓρ꠸ᥴꫀᠻꪖꪀᧁ on Jun 17, 2023 20:09:00 GMT -5
Birchpaw drawing (my quality god eaten but oh well) ibb.co/Fh1YZbWStripepaw sighed. The shadows flickered again, reminding her of Birchpaw and Graypaw. Were they alright? * * * * Graypaw winced in pain again, this time alarming Birchpaw. Birchpaw looked over to see how severe the wound was. Sure enough, there was a deep bite wound bleeding on his underbelly, which was surrounded by matted fur. He gasped. “You’re terribly injured! Why didn’t you say something?” “I didn’t think it was that important…” Graypaw murmured. Birchpaw could see how much pain he was in. Graypaw fell onto his side. “Are you alright?” Birchpaw asked, rushing to his friends help. “Fine…it just started to hurt really badly. Like my whole side is on fire.” “We are almost at ShadowClan camp, do you think you can walk back with my support?” Birchpaw then realized something. He cared a lot about Graypaw. Graypaw needed him, and Birchpaw was used to being shunned away as “not needed”. I guess it feels good to be able to help, He thought.
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🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄
Praying to StarClan for a Brambleclaw POV for Changing Skies
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Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Jun 17, 2023 21:42:09 GMT -5
Birchpaw walked with Graypaw by his side. The spotted cat was bleeding badly. Each step made Birchpaw worry more and more. Would Graypaw be able to make it to Camp at this slow speed?
"BIRCHPAW!" It was Pouncestep, his older sister. "Lightleap and I were worried sick looking for y-- GREAT STARCLAN!"
"I'll go and tell Shadowsight to get his herbs ready," Lightleap murmured.
Graypaw started groaning as his eyes started to roll back. No. NO. Birchpaw watched in dispair as his new friend lost so much blood. Pouncestep helped Birchpaw carry Graypaw into the camp. Once they have made it, the injured cat's legs buckled, and when Shadowsight carried him in the den, went limp.
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I need to finish An Isolated Clan ahhhhh
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Post by ᦓρ꠸ᥴꫀᠻꪖꪀᧁ on Jun 18, 2023 8:31:27 GMT -5
“Save him please!” Birchpaw pleaded, “You can save him right? Please!”
“I’ll save him, Birchpaw,” Shadowsight replied. He was putting marigold poultice on Birchpaw’s wound, and cleaning up the blood with moss. “How did this happen?”
“Fox!” Birchpaw exclaimed. All of his attention was on Graypaw. What if he died? What would he tell Stripepaw? What would he do?
Birchpaw didn’t want Graypaw to die, he couldn’t die. He had to save the clan from the shadows with himself and Striepaw. But maybe, Bichpaw and Graypaw could be something more than just friends in the future.
I shouldn’t be thinking about that right now! Birchpaw reminded himself. He started to shake anxiously. Was this how Graypaw felt after seeing the shadows? What if Graypaw never woke up?
“Don’t worry,” Shadowsight said, “The bleeding is starting to stop. He’s just lost a lot of blood, but now that the cobwebs are applied it will stop.”
“I can’t loose him!” Birchpaw wailed.
“You won’t loose him,” He replied, “If my little brother cares about someone this much, I’ll never let them die.”
Birchpaw padded over closer to Graypaw. “What were you two doing in ShadowClan territory?” Shadowsight asked.
“Alderheart told us Graypaw ran away,” He said, “Stripepaw siaid one of us should go find him, while the other heard what was happening at the gathering. When I found him, he was fighting a fox. After it fled. he told me that he had gotten frightened by the shadows and ran from ThunderClan. I told him, well that…” Birchpaw took a deep breathe, “That he could join ShadowClan, if he thought he needed someone. He excepted the offer. But then I realized he was badly hurt…” Birchpaw sniffled.
“Don’t worry about this now,” Shadowsight said. Birchpaw put his head on Graypaw’s fur, and he soon found himself fallen asleep.
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🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄
Praying to StarClan for a Brambleclaw POV for Changing Skies
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Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Jun 19, 2023 10:04:57 GMT -5
"Why didn't Harestar report Brookpaw's absence?" Larkwing hissed.
Stripepaw was walking home from the gathering, along with the rest of her Clan. Most of them were just tired, but some were suspicious of Harestar.
"Maybe he didn't want us to be seen as weak, especially with RiverClan meddling in our business!" Breezepelt snarled back.
"My kit is missing, don't you think I could take solace in the other Clans feeling my pain? I could have talked with Cinnamontail, but..."
"Enough moping about your son!" Breezepelt hissed. "At this point, he's dead, or not coming back."
"Breezepelt! How could you?" Heathertail yowled from the front of the party.
Nobody is asking me how I feel. Ever since I came out as a she-cat, it feels like Larkwing only cares about Brookpaw. She wouldn't even notice if I left.
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I need to finish An Isolated Clan ahhhhh
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Post by ᦓρ꠸ᥴꫀᠻꪖꪀᧁ on Jun 19, 2023 13:42:22 GMT -5
When Breezepelt didn’t reply, Heathertail’s fur pricked up in fury.
“Is that what you would say if one of our kits went missing?” She hissed.
Stripepaw didn’t listen to the rest of their argument. He mind drifted off to how Birchpaw and Graypaw were doing. I hope Birchpaw found him, She thought. They are the only cats who seemed to care about her besides her mentor, yet they were in another clan. Frostwillow was her friend, too, yet she was also in another clan. Brookepaw was the only cat she could completely trust and never disappoint in WindClan, and now he was taken, swiped away from the shadows.I’ll find you, She promised him, When I bring you home, maybe you could go to RiverClan with me. Stripepaw didn’t know when she would go off to RiverClan. She knew she wanted to, but didn’t know when. I need to see Birchpaw. I need to know if he found Graypaw, she thought, I need to do that before I move to RiverClan.
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🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄
Praying to StarClan for a Brambleclaw POV for Changing Skies
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Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Jun 19, 2023 20:44:35 GMT -5
Whoosh... whoosh...
The trees swayed in a gentle yet loud wind. Whispers sounded. Perhaps it was the water, or leaves being blown around. Graypaw opened his eyes to see himself in a strange world. A world without colour. And yet... a silver mist covered it, just so that Graypaw couldn't make sense of a thing.
"You don't belong here..."
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Post by ! (Ġray) ! on Jun 19, 2023 20:55:20 GMT -5
Graypaw flinched at the voice. He wanted to listen to it, but he couldn't see a way out. He couldn't even remember how he'd gotten here. So he started to wander, hoping the direction he'd chosen would be the way out.
Something was wrong with this place, and it was becoming more and more apparent with each step he took. everything was greyscale, and there was no sign of life. The trees were without leaves. THere were no animals or scents. there was nothing.
And then Greypaw realised something else. the trees had no shadows. Nothing did but him. He stared at his shadow for a moment before realising something was wrong with it. It had a torn ear where he did not. And it's pelt was too long. Cautiously, he put a paw on its face.
The shadow seemed to almost grin. And then, in an instant, it shot up through his foreleg and inside of him.
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🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄
Praying to StarClan for a Brambleclaw POV for Changing Skies
Pronouns: She/her, they/them
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Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Jun 20, 2023 8:58:42 GMT -5
Birchpaw awoke to Graypaw's tail twitching. He's finally awake! Graypaw rolled over, groaning in pain. "Hush," Birchpaw soothed. "You're okay. We made it to the ShadowClan camp. You are healing very well."
Graypaw finally opened his eyes. Birchpaw stared in horror. Something was... off. Graypaw's pupils were dilated so that they covered his entire eyeballs. Even though it was dark, Graypaw had a prominent shadow that was way bigger than any cat's.
"SHADOWSIGHT!"
End of book 2!!
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Post by ᦓρ꠸ᥴꫀᠻꪖꪀᧁ on Jun 20, 2023 19:56:03 GMT -5
Half way mark! Gonna do a prologue for this one.
A gray, black striped tabby she-cat stood in darkness, laughing cruelly at cats stuck, toed in shadows.
“I thought you were a loyal medicine cat!” A dark ginger she-cat, who looked darker than usual, hissed. Her claws unsheathed, but only or single white paw was to be seen against the shadows that were acting like ropes.
“Then you were a mouse-brain,” The tabby snapped.
“Why would you do this?” A young black tom wailed.
“Why should I tell you?” She replied, “I will be bringing another ThunderClan friend soon.”
“Who have you taken from our clan now?” A gray tabby asked, his tone sharp.
“A young one who can see my plan,” she hissed, “Graypaw.”
(Hmm…that description matches Whistlenose’s eh?)
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🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄
Praying to StarClan for a Brambleclaw POV for Changing Skies
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Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Jun 20, 2023 20:04:52 GMT -5
(Pretty sure end of book 3 is half way but we are getting there! I will also start work on a fleshed out book 2 now!)
"OW!"
Stripepaw was hunting with a patrol. After the gathering, tensions were high in WindClan thanks to the argument about poor Brookpaw. She was about to catch a hare but she stepped on a sharp rock. Now her paw was bleeding!
"Is everything okay?" Songleap mewed.
"Just a cut," replied Stripepaw.
"Let me see," Heathertail ordered. Stripepaw showed her paw, which, now she was thinking about it, hurt a lot. "You'd better go see Whistlenose."
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🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄
Praying to StarClan for a Brambleclaw POV for Changing Skies
Pronouns: She/her, they/them
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Post by 🍄🎶✨Brambleheart✨🎶🍄 on Jun 21, 2023 12:34:04 GMT -5
bump
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Post by ᦓρ꠸ᥴꫀᠻꪖꪀᧁ on Jun 22, 2023 15:13:07 GMT -5
Stripepaw trotted her way into Whistlenose’s den. She saw her organizing herbs carefully.
“Hello, Stripepaw,” the medicine cat said, not turning her back from the herbs, “What is it?”
“I’ve uh, cut my paw,” Stripepaw explained, “Heathertail ordered me to come here.”
Muddypaw, Whistlenose’s apprentice, came prancing over. “What can I do to help?” He asked cheerfully, clearly excited to learn.
“Check on the elders,” Whistlenose snapped.
“But I want to help—“
“Go!” She hissed. Muddypaw walked out of the medicine den, tail down with disappointment.
After applying poultice on the cut, Whistlenose grabbed some red berries from the herb storage. “Eat these, it should ease the pain when the poultice stings.” Stripepaw stared down at the red berries. What kind of herb was this?
Then the shadows flickered.
Stripepaw then remembered what these berries were. She had learned about them when she was a kit, wondering away from camp with Brookepaw. Brookepaw had saw them, and tried to eat them. Nightcloud snapped at the two kits. She explained that the red berries were dangerous. They were deathberries.
Thunderpaw, Muddypaw’s sister, came into the medicine den with thorns stuck at her hind leg, moaning with pain. Her mentor, Flutterfoot, followed her.
“Ouch! It hurts!” Thunderpaw complained.
“Thunderpaw fell into a clump of brambles and thorns while training,” Flutterfoot explained. Whistlenose snatched the berries and hid them underneath a nest, just before Flutterfoot or Thunderpaw saw them. Stripepaw was right. Whistlenose was trying to poison her!
But she wouldn’t let any of her clanmates see what she was up too, let alone her own sister, Stripepaw thought, glancing at Flutterfoot.
“I’ll be okay,” Stripepaw said. She then dashed out if the den as fast as she could.
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Post by stupidflower on Jun 22, 2023 15:38:25 GMT -5
Stripepaw raced out of camp, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Poison her? Whistlenose was trying to poison her!? Stripepaw's thoughts raced through her mind as she darted amoung the heather. Why would she want to kill me? She's my medicine cat! She's supposed to protect me! She covered for me before, didn't she? Stripepaw kept running, memories whirling. It was true that Whistlenose had been so much kinder when she was younger; Stripepaw remembered how she'd quietly crept into the nursery, trying not to wake Larkwing, to check on her and her brother; how she'd played with the kits enthusiastically when they were bored; how eager she's seemed when Muddykit troted after her and Kestrelflight, asking numerous questions about the life-saving herbs they used. It had all changed when Kestrelflight had died, in the fateful battle that Berryheart and Splashtail had started. She had still been Whistlepaw then, and while she was old enough that she could have been a warrior, she wasn't near ready to be a full medicine cat. Stripepaw remembered how she'd stalk back and forth in the medicine den, murmering nonsense to herself, snarling at anyone who interrupted her, just to beg her to eat. She'd crouched over her former mentor Hootwhisker's nest, whispering over and over that she should have stayed his apprentice, stayed a warrior, that Kestrelflight should have chosen someone else, anyone but her. She had been snappy and irratable since then, even long after she recieved her name, long after both her former mentors had passed, long after Muddypaw, the only cat who seemed to be able to stand her temper, became her official apprentice.
What had happened to the young, sweet, eager cat she'd used to be?
Stripepaw had no answers. She had nothing. Why would Whistlenose do this? How had she ever hurt her? Had the shadows told her to do it? Was Whistlenose going to go after Birchpaw and Graypaw next?
"Hey! What are you doing?"
She pulled up suddenly, and realised with a start how close she was to the ThunderClan border. A patrol of Nightheart, Sunbeam, Fernsong and Plumstone, whom had let out the warning yowl, stared at her.
"Don't scare her, Plumstone! She barely looks more than a kit!" Fernsong mewed sympathetically, but Stripepaw barely heard him
More cats. ThunderClan cats. Fear struck her like a cat's claws; If Whistlenose, her own Clanmate wanted to harm her, what might these ThunderClan cats do?
The shadows seemed to flicker around the patrol. Stripepaw stood, frozen to the ground, barely seeing, consumed by terror.
"What is she doing?" "Is she okay?" "Hey, apprentice, what's wrong with you?" "Are you alright?"
Stripepaw backed up, shaking her head, fur bristling, claws unsheathing. She couldn't stay here. She couldn't. The shadows had told her...these cats would hurt her... would every Clan cat want to hurt her?
She sprinted away from the forest, towards the SkyClan border. She didn't know where she was going. Where she could go. And as she whirled away from the patrol, ignoring Nightheart's yowling question-something about Graypaw?-, she felt the shadows chasing her, gaining on her.
But they wouldn't get her. She was WindClan, the fastest Clan by the lake.
But, with her medicine cat wanting to kill her...with her running away... was she even WindClan anymore?
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Post by ! (Ġray) ! on Jun 22, 2023 18:33:04 GMT -5
Greypaw felt weird. There was something wrong with him. He could hardly hear his own thoughts... it was as though they were muffled by something. He could hardly hear anything either. He seemed detatched from the world, as though in some sort of strange dream. Birchpaw stared at him, tail twitching worriedly. A moment later, Shadowsight burst into the den.
The dark tabby's eyes widened in shock, and he gave some instructions to Birchpaw that Graypaw couldn't hear. Birchpaw carefully stood beside him, gesturing for Graypaw to lay down. He obliged. Graypaw recoiled in silent shock when he saw his forelegs. One was normal, but the other... was dark and shadowy, the veins underneath his fur prominent and black. He tried to scream, but instead of a wail, his mouth produced a horrible, monstrous noise. Both Shadowsight and Birchpaw jumped away, pelts bushed up in fear.
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