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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2024 6:28:06 GMT -5
INTRODUCTION
Thornstrike is a murderer.
Brooksong is exiled for a crime she did not commit.
Moon knows the truth.
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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2024 6:28:26 GMT -5
 PLOT
The premise of the plot is that Thornstrike is a Tigerclaw-esque cat who is extremely ambitious and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. In a dastardly plan, Thornstrike murders the deputy, Quillfang; the plan does not end there. Thornstrike knows that the next cat in line to be named deputy is Brooksong, so Thornstrike plants tufts of fur the same colour as Brooksong's between Quillfang's claws to insinuate he had put up a fight against her. To put it short: Brooksong is framed for the murder.
Shocked and betrayed, Owlstar, exiles Brooksong. With no way of proving she didn't commit the crime, she is forced out of the clan in utter disarray.
Cue Moon, a rogue who has lived nothing but a harsh life. They witnessed the murder. In cold blood they watched Thornstrike murder Quillfang, although Moon didn't stick around long enough to watch the ambitious tom plant the tufts of fur. However, they have no purpose in reporting or confronting Thornstrike, so they leave.
Alone for the first time in their life, Brooksong is miserable. Soon they happen upon Moon and are introduced to the rogue lifestyle, although they never stop yearning for the clan-life. A conversation is sparked, and before they know it, the pair realize how deeply their destinies are interlocked and they embark on a journey to reveal the truth of Quillfangs murder.
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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2024 6:28:43 GMT -5
 ALLEGIANCES
Leader
Owlstar - 76 moons
Level-headed | Diligent | Amiable
Lithe mottled brown she-cat with white speckles over her sides and amber eyes.
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Deputy
Thornstrike - 42 moons
Ambitious | Cruel | Pretentious
A large, ambitious tom with icy blue eyes and a ragged, dark ginger pelt.
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Medicine Cat
Flowerclaw - 76 moons
Wise | Passionate | Tough
Small but sturdy brown tabby molly with dark green eyes. She has white toes and ear-tips. Mentors Ivypaw
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Warriors
Snowfern - 46 moons
Reliable | Haughty | Hot-Tempered
A beautiful, soft-furred molly with white fur and amber eyes.
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Burdockclaw - 34 moons
Kind | Empathetic | Intuitive
A large golden brown tabby tom with pale yellow eyes.
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Tallwhisker - 56 moons
Comedic | Crass | Outspoken
A lanky black and white tom with a keen sense of smell and bright yellow eyes. Mentors Jumppaw.
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Swooptalon - 28 moons
Serious | Dutiful | Judgemental
A pretty silver tabby molly with splashes of white on her chest and legs; she has blue eyes.
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Dustears - 47 moons
Crabby | Passionate | Loyal
Pale tabby tom with distinctly speckled ears and yellow eyes. - Mentors Rockpaw.
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Frostbird - 38 moons
Outspoken | Spirited | Youthful
A dusky, mottled grey molly with sapphire blue eyes.
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Littleheather - 50 moons
Optimistic | Diligent | Kind
Lanky tom with pale ginger coat and darker ginger tabby markings. Has deep blue eyes. His left eye is blinded by claws.
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Bluethorn - 49 moons
Compassionate | Fiery | Protective
Thickset ragged long-furred molly with grey fur. She has black stripes and gentle amber eyes. - Mentors Birchpaw.
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Sparrowthicket - 78 moons
Peaceful | Respectful | Playful
Large and bulky white tom with long fur and silver tints to his flank. He has deep green eyes.
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Softleap - 83 moons
Traditional | Esteemed | Intelligent
Lithe silver tabby she-cat with crystallic blue eyes.
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Rustfrost - 28 moons
Snippy | Introvert | Assiduous
Tall skinny tom with fawn and tawny fur. Has a white splash on his forehead. Has piercing yellow eyes.
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Tansypetal - 30 moons
Sweet | Adventurous | Gullible
A small, beautiful fawn molly with white paws and chest. She has bright blue eyes.
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Dawnwing - 47 moons
Empathetic | Altruistic | Protective
A short-furred grey tabby she-cat with pale markings and green eyes.
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Apprentices
Birchpaw - 6 moons
Boisterous | Headstrong | Intelligent
An ashy grey tom with faint tabby markings and deep yellow eyes.
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Rockpaw - 9 moons
Argumentative | Sociable | Kind
Muscular, very pale cream molly with gray paws and large turquoise eyes.
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Ivypaw - 9 moons
Daydreamer | Intelligent | Polite
A pretty, creamy ginger she-cat with faint tabby markings and a white chin.
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Jumppaw - 7 moons
Intelligent | Hard-working | Anxious
Smaller reddish furred tom with long legs. His front paws are white and his back paws are black. He has gray eyes.
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Queens
Tumblewind - 30 moons
Honest | Gruff | No-Nonsense
Short and stocky dark fawn molly with honey yellow eyes.(Expecting kits.)
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Kits
Elders
Wavesplash 106 moons
Humorous | Witty | Friendly
A blue-grey molly with dull, wiry fur and amber eyes. Mostly blind and hard of hearing, gets painfully stiff during the colder season.
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Sorrelsky - 103 moons
Intimidating | Genuine | Smart
Grey, almost black molly with blue eyes. She is partially deaf and her back right leg doesn't bend due to an injury.
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Robinhollow - 96 moons
Quiet | Kind | Reliable
A long-legged pale tabby she-cat with yellow eyes.
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StarClan Cats
Quillfang - 56 moons
Reliable | Affable | Hard-Working
A smokey grey tom with stark black stripes and green eyes. A beloved deputy who was murdered by Thornstrike.
Relations
Beetlebriar + Fennelmask = Owlstar, Flowerclaw, Minkwhisker
Blossomcreek + Talonsplash = Littleheather, Thornstrike
Robinhollow + Littlethorn = Dustears, Dawnwing, Brooksong
Softleap + Sparrowthicket = Swooptalon, Frostbird
? + ? = Tansypetal, Tumblewind
? + ? = Bluethorn, Quillfang
? + ? = Burdockclaw, Tallwhisker
Duskwing + Quillfang = Birchpaw, Minnowkit, Badgerkit
Snowfern + Littleheather = Rockpaw, Ivypaw
Tumblewind + Burdockclaw = expecting.
Tansypetal has a crush on Thornstrike.
Dustears has a crush on Tansypetal.  Rogues
Brooksong - 47 moons
Brazen | Intuitive | Passionate
Short-furred molly with sleek brown tabby fur, she has splashes of white on her chest and paws, and big green eyes. - exiled from Clan.
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Moon - 43 moons
Tough | Reserved | Wise
Beautiful long-furred molly with a mixture of light brown and gray fur. Has a white chin and sparkling green eyes. Sister is Ocean.
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Ocean - 43 moons
Comical | Sweet | Friendly
Long-furred mottled grey she-cat with white paws and green eyes. Sister is Moon.
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Cherry - pale tortoiseshell with a white muzzle and green eyes. - frost
Soot - gray and black tom with white paws and tan eyes. - frost
Wolf - silver tom with white underbelly and blue eyes. - frost
Momo - A boisterous, sleek-furred chocolate tom with yellow eyes. He is an ex-kittypet, but still often uses them for food. (68 moons). - aether
Meeka - a soft-spoken calico molly with pretty green eyes. (17 moons). - aether
Bur - a solid black molly with light green eyes. (59 moons). - aether
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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2024 6:29:02 GMT -5
Owlstar - a diligent, no-nonsense leader who has a soft spot for young kits, although she wouldn't admit it.
Thornstrike - an ambitious tom who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
Flowerclaw - has a silvery voice and a crisp scent. Flowerclaw is known for her toughness. She has a passion for her herbs and healing. She is not the most compassionate feline, but dedicates herself to her clan. She is wise and skilled and often not questioned.
Snowfern - a haughty molly who has much flair and relies often on her mate, Littleheather, to calm her down.
Burdockclaw - a kind and empathetic tom who has been smitten with his mate, Tumblewind, since they were apprentices.
Tallwhisker - a comedic tom who can be outspoken and crass.
Swooptalon - a dutiful molly who is serious and somewhat judgemental.
Dustears - crabby tom who struggles to express his feelings - he is helplessly smitten with Tansypetal but clams up when in her presence, and is extremely jealous of Thornstrike.
Frostbird - a joyous molly who exudes youthfulness.
Softleap - esteemed molly who, in her youth, was desired by many. Sparrowthicket won her heart, and she remained adoring faithful since.
Dawnwing - formerly a sweet, jovial molly. The loss two of her kits left her sorrowful, the loss of her mate has left her a shell of who she once was.
Littleheather - has a booming voice and a scent of pine. While he has his own ambitions, Littleheather truly only wishes to be the best warrior for his clan. He is very optimistic and warm to everyone. Honestly trying to see the best in everyone.
Bluethorn - has a grating voice and a tangy scent. While she is compassionate for the most part, She has a fiery passion to avenge the death of her brother.
Sparrowthicket - has a suave voice and zesty scent. He is a peaceful tom, often keeping his opinions to himself. He is respected among most and respects many. Has a love for the younger members of the clan. Often stopping to offer tips to apprentices and give badger rides to kits.
Rustfrost - a very snippy tom. He focuses mostly on his warrior tasks than getting close to his clanmates. Takes up much of his time with hunting and patrols. Looks up to Thornstrike.
Tansypetalhas a smooth voice and smells of flowers. While she is a a sweet-souled little molly, she can easily stray from the path of good. She has much adventure in her heart. She is awe-struck by Thornstrike and wants to be his mate.
Birchpaw - he is desperate to prove himself worthy after the loss of his family (including his mother, who now can hardly look at him).
Ivypaw - intelligent and sometimes oblivious to social cues, she's had her heart set on being a medicine cat since she could walk.
Rockpaw - has a saccharine voice and an earthy scent. Values friendship the most. Can be pretty argumentative and loud when she doesn't agree with something. She HATES Thornstrike.
Jumppaw - has a small voice and a wood-like scent. While he is intelligent and hard-working, he is intimated easily. Often jumpy and anxious.
Tumblewind has a matter-of-fact voice and a delicate scent. Tumblewind is known for her honesty and gruff attitude. While she is a loving mother, she does not tolerate any shenanigan's. She is one to put her paw down and say it how it is, no matter what the rank is. Despises Thornstrike.
Wavesplash - a tired elder who spends most of her time asleep, she has a history of being a fun, light-hearted cat.
Sorrelsky - has a singsong voice and a pleasant scent. She is quite intimating to most. Very sarcastic and aggressive, but genuine in heart. She is very smart and it often shows in her conversations.
Robinhollow - when caught in a good mood, she is hilarious and can steal a room. When hungry, cold, or tired she would rather be left alone.
Brooksong - known to be haughty and and abrasive, it may seem strange that she was next in line to be deputy. She is a deeply emotional cat, fiery and passionate, her loyalty unmatched. It is the characteristics of a fierce, selfless leader that Owlstar saw; not the brazen bumbling of a warrior who struggled to articulate.
Moon - a stoic and reserved molly with much insecurity. Yet she holds a toughness to her that not many see. A strength and wisdom that has brought her far in the life of a rogue.
Ocean - a jovial she-cat with a deep love for her sister, however, she becomes smitten with Thornstrike and is manipulated to be a pawn in his army. She was always less serious and more playful then Moon.
Momo - he will chatter a squirrel and seems dense, but truly, he has many world experiences.
Meeka - a shy molly who is soft-spoken, but wants to do what is right.
Bur - a respectable molly that is very knowledgeable, but rather solitary.
Cherry - Pale tortoiseshell with a white muzzle and green eyes.
Soot - Gray and black tom with white paws and tan eyes.
Wolf - Silver tom with white underbelly and blue eyes.
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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2024 6:30:36 GMT -5
[ okay ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ ! i kept all the same allegiances from the OG thread but please let me know if you wanted to make any changes! i also labelled whose characters were who but lemme know if i made any mistakes there (it's been a while lol). i let moon as your character but feel free to change if you wanted someone else - i've got brooksong as my main character now!
i'm going to get a starter up quite quickly, it'll be mostly based on the one i've done before with just a few changes.]
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Feb 28, 2024 7:15:11 GMT -5
||OOC; I am so excited about this. I will look it over at some point today or tomorrow. And also respond to your starter, probably tomorrow. I just got off work and will be asleep part of the day and finally have a day off to get some stuff done. But I will for sure get a post up tomorrow!||
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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2024 8:53:58 GMT -5
 Brooksong
As an apprentice, Brooksong had been a heartbeat from death. It was a memory that flashed vividly in her mind, bringing the same sensation it usually did. Her chest constricted, her breath becoming shallower - the ringing in her ears made it almost impossible to recollect herself. Remember to breathe. Back then, she’d been one moon into her apprenticeship. That season of greenleaf had been particularly torrential, and she’d been particularly antsy to prove her skills due to the interruptions it has caused on her training. Chasing a rabbit, she ignored the calls of her mentor as she’d streaked with impressive speed through the undergrowth. She knew the territory well enough by that point; or so she thought. Due to the rain, the river had swelled, almost doubling in size, and Brooksong fell right into its currents as ungraceful and inelegant as any apprentice had ever been. She remembered being enveloped with confusion, how did the river get here? Her paws pulsed against the icy grips of the water to no avail, panic started to rise in her chest, how did the river get here?! She twirled and was buffeted by the wanton currents, each thrust upwards with her paw felt futile, and she instinctively tried to breathe. Instead of oxygen, her lungs filled with brown river water, and she would have - if she could have - screeched from the unnatural sensation.
It was sometime later that Brooksong - then Brookpaw - woke to splattering, watery coughs erupting from her dirt-scratched throat. Blearily, she had been able to make out the form of a black molly above her, their round green eyes unblinking and oddly calm. A StarClan warrior? Brookpaw had thought feebly, the sound of ringing in her ears too distracting to hold the thought. She collapsed, feeling as though the deadweight of her form may imprint into the earth at that very spot, and she closed her eyes once more. Exhausted, but alive.
Now, she felt a sensation akin to that she’d experienced so many moons ago. The choking swell of emotions tight in her throat, causing her to stutter embarrassingly in front of her clanmates. Her body felt panicked - the sensation of thrashing wildly without the movement to follow. Her green eyes met the unblinking yellow gaze of her mother. The same gaze that had once looked upon her with adoration, now Robinhollow’s expression blazed with such strong emotion that Brooksong felt she would be buffeted by the current of the betrayal within them.
It wasn’t me! She wanted to scream.
I wouldn’t murder Quillfang! How could her clanmates believe it was her?
Twisting her head, she caught sight of her apprentice - Birchpaw - and flinched at the adulterated fury hidden in the blazing golden depths of his gaze. ”Birchpaw…” She attempted feebly. The ashy grey tom turned his head, his lips barely containing his snarl.
When she thought that she’d never be able to meet his eyes again, Birchpaw snapped his head forward once more and moved forward one accusatory step, ”You murdered my father!” His voice was taut with raw emotion. ”You’ve taken everything from me!”
Brooksong flinched again. Already Birchpaw had lost all his littermates as a kit and now his father… and to make it worse… Dawnwing, beside her son, watched with a permanent horrified expression. Her sister… Dawnwing, I would never murder Quillfang you have to believe me. Brooksong would have loved to beg. Dawnwing was far too hollowed to even offer a response - Brooksong could tell.
Birchpaw’s words inspired wild caterwauling from amongst the clan, different voices screeching different words all with the same sentiment; Brooksong was a murderer. Ears flattening to the top of her head, Brooksong’s gaze flitted around the camp fearfully. Once her clanmates had stared at her with love and trust, now they viewed her with nothing but disgust and horror; all for a crime I didn’t even commit! Dustears was bristling furiously beside Frostbird, his fangs bared and his claws tearing at the earth, begging for the chance to rake down Brooksong’s spine. Robinhollow remained silent, her elderly mother never usually talkative, but the alienating stare she’d set upon Brooksong’s pelt made her wish that her mother would say anything so long as she was at least acknowledged.
”Brooksong,” Owlstar’s voice boomed above the caterwauls, returning Brooksong to the present. The howling eased to allow the leader to address the cat that they deemed murderous. Growling low in her throat, Owlstar stepped forward and towered over Brooksong threateningly. ”You are exiled. If we find you anywhere in the territory by moonrise, then we will treat you as our enemy.” Her words dripped with venom. Her high-set chin and vehement amber gaze made it clear that arguing was futile.
Swallowing thick emotion, Brooksong shakily moved her paws backwards towards the camp exit. ”O-Owlstar, pl-please-” she began hoarsely, only to be silenced by Owlstar’s claws slashing over her cheek. Her head whipped to the side and she hissed painfully, already feeling the blood drip from the gash. Vaguely, she heard more cheers and yowls from her clanmates. Sagging her shoulder dejectedly, Brooksong finally admitted defeat. She spun and trotted towards the exit, pausing only momentarily at the flash of dark ginger fur in her peripherals. Thornstrike had maneuvered towards the exit, waiting menacingly with claws unsheathed, his icy blue gaze glittered tauntingly… Brooksong almost averted her eyes, it was only the glittering sense of… satisfaction in his gaze that caught her off guard.
His lips curled, ”Leave, you filthy murderer.” The words seethed through a growl.
At his command, Brooksong burst into a run, tugging through the claw-sharp brambles of the exit without flinching even as they pulled tufts from her flanks. She didn’t stop when her paws fell into the ditch of a tree's roots, nor did she pause when she hurtled through a thicket of ferns. When she’d been drowning, her mind had grown exhausted trying to comprehend the way to keep her body moving in the water; now the same happened upon the land. Her mind was empty of conscious thoughts and her heart was too desolate to begin deconstructing exactly what had happened to bring her to this point. Was it possible to drown, even when one wasn’t in water? Her muscles began to scream for rest, though her mind was unable to stop the pummeling of her paws. She surpassed the border in record timing, maintaining her sprint even after the scent of her clanmates was well behind her. The acrid tang of a thunderpath was faint in her senses, however, it was no force that could stop her devastated stampede. Her claws scraped over the hard, black surface and kicked up loose stones - the howl of a twoleg monster blared but Brooksong wouldn’t mind if she was struck. Just as her paws were about to reach the other side, the monster caught the tip of her tail and she was sent hurtling over the grass, tumbling down until she landed with a thump in a clump of long grass.
Just like when she was an apprentice, her world crumbled to black.
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 ”Rats!” Ocean swiped her paw over the green grass of the moor, rising from her crouch to watch in mild disappointment as the rabbit she’d been hunting fled with its cottontail bobbing teasingly in the air. The mottled grey molly sighed longingly - desiring nothing more than to catch some prey and relax in the afternoon sun. She sat back and raised a hindleg to scratch absently at her ear, ”I think I just scared off the last meal in this moor.” It should have been spoken with some sort of gloom or guilt, instead, in true Ocean fashion she turned her head to flash a signature sheepish grin to her sister. ”Should we move on a bit further?”
Despite still being leaf-fall, the weather was cooler than usual. Prey seemed to be reacting unpredictably in response; losing the rabbit should be a big deal. However, Ocean was characteristically playful and less than serious, such failings rolled off her pelt like a droplet on a leaf. Moving towards the woodlands tended to promise more prey even in these dwindling times yet every loner or rogue in the surrounding areas knew it was devoutly protected by a group of cats who declared it their territory. What did they call themselves? A Clan? Ocean could hardly recall. She rose and padded lightly towards Moon, touching her tail to her shoulder affectionately, ”Why don’t we move a little closer towards the woods? We don’t have to cross the thunderpath… Those cats don’t seem to give us issues on this side.” She suggested.
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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2024 8:55:17 GMT -5
[ take your time! i literally just recycled the starter from the last thread so didn't even write much Cx make sure you rest after work! ]
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Mar 1, 2024 2:35:42 GMT -5
||Moon||
||Rogue||
The heavy sigh the blew slowly from Moon was one of frustration. Watching the rabbit that her and Ocean had been trying, unsuccessfully to catch, slip right out of their grip was disappointing. She found herself bitter that once again, they found themselves struggling for a bite to eat. It’d been two sunrises since her last bite. She craved something warm and juicy. She had practically been drooling when the scent of the rabbit had wafted to her. Yet, she felt any negativity sink away from her as her sister flashed her a silly grin and then brushed her shoulder. How easily Ocean always saw the better things in life. The two sisters definitely evened each other out. Moon keeping the world realistic and serious for her sister. Ocean keeping her calmer and more open to the possibilities and positivities.
“Alright. Alright. Let’s head down. But not too close to that awful thunderpath. We especially don’t want any trouble with those cats.” She shook her head, still weary of the last encounter they had with the group. Thunderpath was still strange on her tongue. The word used more than once by the clan cats. Also strange to her. Clan. Though she couldn’t recall what they called themselves. Somethingclan. “I don’t care if the prey runs across. We let it go. Remember the warning they gave us the last time we followed the prey.?”
With a gentle flick of her own tail across her sisters ears, the Molly slipped past Ocean and headed along the path that led to the thunderpath. Her brown and grey fur prickled uneasily the closer they got to the black topped and obnoxiously loud path. She tried to block out the sounds, turning her ears back to try and listen for any sort of movement. Her eyes became slits and her maw opened just a sliver trying to pick up any scent of prey. What touched her senses was enough to send an overwhelming alarm through her body. “There’s someone else here.” She hissed under her breath to Ocean. “Can you smell them.? We should go back. It’s that clan scent.” ||Flowerclaw||
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Something about this entire situation didn’t feel right to Flowerclaw. She had situated herself right outside her den, watching the scene between Brooksong and the clan. Something in her gut just told her that the warrior wasn’t the one that did this. She just did not believe that Brooksong would ever stoop down that low, just to become deputy of Gladeclan. While she wanted to protest, let the clearly shaken Molly explain herself, Flowerclaw found herself keeping tucked away from the clan, maw clamped tightly shut. The decision had been made. And it was clear that nothing that would come from her mouth, or Brooksong’s would change the events that unfolded before her. Ears swiveling backwards in discomfort, she found herself meeting the frightened and stuttering warriors eyes, trying to express her apologies to the Molly. Willing her to see that one cat in her clan, believed she wouldn’t have done such a horrible thing.
It was when Owlstar exiled Brooksong, claws striking the warrior across the cheek, did the medicine cat look away, eyes clouding in despair for her. This wasn’t right. Nothing about this whole thing, felt right. Dark green eyes flickered back up in time to see Thornstrike speak last words to Brooksong. His ginger flank seemed to bristle in a way that made the already large Tom, look even bigger. A deep sigh escaped Flowerclaw at the warrior. As if being exiled from the only place you knew as home, wasn’t horrible enough. Without being challenged and egged on even more. It was a cruel and heartbreaking joke on Thornstrike’s part. Though, it didn’t surprise the medicine cat. She’d never been fond of the Tom. Always found him untrustworthy and too ambitious and loud-mouthed for her taste.
It was the next events that shocked Flowerclaw to her core. Watching as Owlstar stepped forwards and announcing the new deputy of Gladeclan. No. Not him. Starclan forbid. He is not the right one. There are so many better quality warriors. Was that a glint of satisfaction in the Tom’s ice blue eyes.? Or was she imagining the whole thing.? After all, no one would question why Owlstar would pick Thornstrike as the new deputy. After all, he had been the one to find Brooksong’s fur between the previous deputies claws. All the signs pointed at her as the murderer. And it seemed as if every member of Gladeclan believed it. Besides Flowerclaw. Or was the clan so blind on their own grief for the loss of their deputy, that they would believe anything put in front of their faces.?
It was in that moment, the small brown and white Molly excused herself from the clan meeting. She did not cheer for Thornstrike. She did not address a single member of her clan. She simply turned in disapproval and shoved her way back into her den. Her safe place. Her home. The scent of herbs seemed to swirl around her, causing her to close her dark green eyes and take a deep calming breath inward. She knew very well that both Owlstar and Thornstrike had watched her walk away, eyes glued to the back of her, feeling hot against her flank. She was sure that one of them, if not both, would confront her over her clear distaste in the choice of deputy. “Oh. For Starclan’s sake. Why could you not warn us of this.? Who am I supposed to believe.?” Another heavy sigh bubbled deep inside her chest before she shook her head “Am I just overthinking all of this.?” |
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Mar 1, 2024 2:37:32 GMT -5
||OOC; Is it just me, or is the italics option gone for this.? ||
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Mar 1, 2024 4:34:41 GMT -5
aether ||OOC; FINALLY DONE!||
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Post by aether on Mar 1, 2024 8:39:39 GMT -5
Ocean
Ocean would be forever confident in her ability to breath positivity into her sister. By comparison, Ocean was a fire that burned bright and burned fast – Moon was the air that gave her strength, allowing her light to glow and be a beacon. There was no world in which Ocean felt she could exist without her sister, that is why her green eyes glimmered affectionately when Moon flicked her tail over her ears. She nodded her head in understanding to the order, ”Yes, yes, I remember and I’d rather not have my fur ripped out by them.” Her eyes rolled, pausing in the upward motion, ”They’re so bossy” She finished.
Following carefully, Ocean watched Moon for any warnings as they trekked closer to the thunderpath. Her mouth parted, breathing in deep, only to crinkle her nose at the disgusting scent the hard, black surface emitted. Her attention was drawn immediately to the sound of Moon’s alarm. Tipping her head upwards, she caught the faint scent of another cat – whoever it was had that familiar clan scent.
There was a part of Ocean that wanted to stay – the part of her was her growling stomach – but she looked to Moon’s serious countenance and gave a small nod. ”You’re right, we don’t want trouble-“
A blur of brown leapt upwards about three fox-lengths away. The fur on Ocean’s neck bristled, her claws unsheathing instinctively at the sight of the stranger – was this one of those clan cats? A quick scan didn’t show any other cats nearby, perhaps she and Moon would be able to stand their ground against-
”Gah!” The cat stumbled, teetering almost horizontally before being able to recover themselves. Ocean blinked curiously.
The cat – a brown tabby molly with a red stained cheek – began half walking half dragging herself forward, oblivious to her audience. A gust of mild wind would be enough to knock the molly back off her feet, it appeared.
”D-do we help her?” Ocean looked to her sister, baffled.
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A bolt of lightning surged through Brooksong’s muscles, that was the only way she could describe her re-entrance to the land of the conscious. She gritted her teeth as she pushed her body past its limits. Rest is what she needed, yet her mind was now swirling with thoughts, and there was no way she would rest until justice prevailed. Her peripherals spun, no amount of forced blinking would still it.
”I will find out,” she muttered, delirious and barely coherent, ”who murdered Quillfang.”
Her legs crumpled and she landed with a grand thud, her chin taking the brunt of the fall. Keeping her eyes open now took all too much strength.
 Owlstar Nerves cracked like thunder inside Owlstar’s gut. With her new deputy named, she searched the sea of faces for her trusted medicine cat; seeking any form of assurance in her actions. Her mouth formed a small ‘o’ when she saw her sister disappear behind the lichen curtains of the medicine cat den. Flowerclaw? She hesitated, aware that she still stood upon the meeting place tree stump for all eyes to see. Maintain your composure now, she reminded herself, Flowerclaw will be there to talk later. If there was anything she could rely on, it was that fact.
Owlstar had a healthy bond with Quillfang. His sudden and tragic death still felt surreal even after his burial was a day past. It had been Thornstrike to find the evidence that Brooksong was the killer. That, too, had been a shock to Owlstar’s already bleeding heart.
Jumping down, Owlstar made the effort to spend time mingling with her clanmates. She offered assurances and words of empathy, she ran her tongue soothingly over the ears of those who needed it, and she wrapped her tail over their shoulders. It was her duty to be there for them. It was herduty to put aside her own feelings and provide for them.
When she did arrive at the entrance to the medicine cat den some time had passed. Warriors and apprentices were beginning to settle amongst themselves – it was the perfect time for her to seek guidance.
”Flowerclaw?”Her tone was hushed and unwavering. ”Can I come in?” |
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Mar 28, 2024 0:19:27 GMT -5
(Bumping this so I can respond soon.)
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