One Night at Fourtrees (Happy Forumversary!)

Deftfoot smiles innocently as Vipersnap asks about the watch. “Well, I don’t typically use it for fun,” he chuckles. “The watch was given to me by my superiors, to be used only for missions that they send me on; like right now. But I’ve traveled to many places, many times. I’ve seen worlds where twolegs live in Clans, and cats are the dominant species of this planet.” Deftfoot pauses, a somber look passing over his face. “Then I’ve seen worlds where cats don’t exist at all,” he adds. “Where we’ve gone extinct.”

Blinking away the sadness of that memory, Deftfoot focuses back on Viperfang. “StarClan is a body of heavenly warriors, you could say. In our realm, when warriors loyal to the code have passed on, they are granted eternal life in the stars.” He nods at the dead deer beside them. “And there’s a never-ending supply of food there, unlike this place.”

Deftfoot suddenly scales the Great Rock and crouches at the top. The cool night breeze blows at his scarf, and he brings his goggles back over his eyes. “Now, if my watch isn’t working, I’ll need to see what I’m working with here . . . Perhaps I can manually make a portal back home.”

Through the lens’ of his goggles, he can see multiple tunnels of time in the surrounding area.

”I see, I see,” he mumbles beneath his breath.

Deftfoot lifts his goggles again and stares blankly at the group below, lost in thought.

Finally, he speaks up. “See, every material thing has wrinkles, right?” He grabs at his scarf for proof. “Like this. So, by that same logic, the material universe has wrinkles, too. There are tiny crevices, or wrinkles, in time. Tunnels through which we can pass from one point . . . to another. We call these wormholes. They exist on an infinitesimal scale all around us; tinier, even, than the atoms that make up you and I. My watch hones in on one of these tunnels and enlarges it trillions of times over, granting passage for people of our stature. Then it allows me to designate where and when the end of the tunnel will take us; be that the past, future, or another universe.” Deftfoot slides down the rock and lands firmly on the ground. “That’s it in layman’s terms, anyways. The good news is that I can see wormholes all around us. Now we just need to find a way to enlarge one of them . . .”

    Owlina's tail twitched once, then twice. Her eyes were widened in a façade of truth. She didn't believe him when he said the group would understand, but she nodded. "Thank you," She wanted to believe him, but something in her heart told her it was a lie. Nothing's changed, She thought to herself.

    The multi-colored feline greeted the group quickly. She didn't want to explain anything, she didn't want to talk. Her folded ears twitched as she listened to Captain Deftfoot's talk of StarClan and the others' many prying questions. She yawned, appearing tired, but her mind was moving fast as lightning bolts.

    Then the idea struck her. As monstrous as it seemed, the more she thought, the more she believed it was the truth. If Deftfoot came from a world where they travelled the stars, and he could travel between worlds. Well, used to. What if StarClan was alive, what if StarClan trapped in a planet...or worse, a wormhole.

    "Do you think it was StarClan that brought us here?" She said simply, her eyes opening as she offered her suggestion.

(Bloodyrose still hasn't interacted with anyone yet.)

Bloodyrose edged around the clearing with a look of contempt at the other cats, though some part of her was still impressed that the larger leopard had managed to take down a deer by itself. With the things she was overhearing it was likely they'd be stuck together for a long time- a thought that made her furious. If she wanted to stay in a Clan and keep going to pointless gatherings she wouldn't have annihilated her clanmates and run away from the forest.

Sunnyflight had had enough of being ignored. She was going to find Shinedawn, and plead to her that she was sorry, thought she didn't know what for, still. Taking a lift off into the trees. She danced around in the sky in hesitation, wondering what to say. She decided to wing it! (Ha. ha. ha.) Diving down she met with Shinedawn, and excitedly announced, (although she tried to hide it.)
"I'm not going back to our sky! I've decided I want to stay with those clans, and I think you do, too."

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*welcome!*

Owlina waved to the feline, tail twitching with interest as she studied the feline. "I'm Owlina, you?"

(Pumpkinpaw - dark orange Tom with white spots around his muzzle and paws with yellow eyes and a torn ear and a missing tail tip)

Pumpkinpaw sat off away from most cats, watching a bug crawl up a tree. He was starting to get bored and wondered when he could go back home.

((Sorry I took so long I had to read through the old pages to remember why I was mad lmao))

Shinedawn turned around, fluffing out her wings angrily. "Because you keep treating me like a helpless kit! You made it look like I was too pathetic to fly or use magic properly in front of Sorrelvine, and you scolded me when i didn't race over to meet the two-headed cat with you! You're not my mother, and I don't need you to take it upon yourself to try and keep me in line! It's not just you-- the whole sky thinks that I'm a burden they need to look after, someone who only got given a warrior name out of pity! I didn't even want to be here! I was hiding from everyone before I was dragged out to talk to Sorrelvine and the others, and just when I finally think hey, I might make a friend, you show up and make them all think I'm an idiot!" She growled, her tail lashing. Her voice rose to a shout at the end of her rant, and she isn't sure she's ever said so many words in a row without stuttering.

((Ha ha ha drama))

Sunnyflight bowed her head respectfully. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do anything, I just wanted to help you because you were hurt, but I'm guessing I only made you hurt more. I won't be of a burden to you anymore, goodbye, Shinedawn." Sunnyflight replied, a stream of tears making her cheeks fluff up from the water.

(SUNNYFLIGHT IS TOO NICE SORRY!!)

Trying to ignore her bloodshot eyes, Sunnyflight flew in the opposite direction of Shinedawn. She had to act like nothing was wrong in front of all her normal-cat friends.

(Anyone want to interact??)

Sunnyflight looked over her shoulder to the talking cat. "You must be smart to know such a thing," Sunnyflight mewed. "My name's Sunnyflight, nice to meet you."

"Woah, another clan cat! It's good to meet you. I'm not from a clan, by the way, I'm from a sky! It's where cats with wings like me are from. We live in like, a mountain, and sleep on clouds n' stuff. It's really great," here, Sunnyflight sat down next to Pumkinpaw. "I think you'd like it, just judging your quietness."

Sunnyflight frowned. "On clouds, of course! It's true, I promise. You can ask anyone!" Sunnyflight spread her wings stubbornly. "Maybe don't, though, not everyone knows..." She murmured then, her wings springing back to her sides. "How about you?"