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Post by Sand on Jul 11, 2024 17:47:45 GMT -5
Bloodsucker The PlotCat A and Cat B are new mates when cat B dies suddenly. Cat A did everything they could to save them, and ends up being greeted by a dark forest cat late one night which ends up being cat A's last ditch effort to bring the love of their life back. Cat A ends up striking a deal with the df cat and ends up bringing cat B back to life. but of course when you make a deal with a df cat, not everything is going to be okay in the end. because something does happen. cat B ends up having some sort of bloodlust, and cat A has to figure out how to satiate it as they navigate their new lives. (i figured bloodlust in this case could be like a vampire cat? so kind of like old school vampire. like burns in the sun, ect)
The CharactersCrowheart - an ebony black tom with amber eyes.
Berrystorm - a fluffy dilute calico molly with wide green eyes.
Dark Forest Cat: tbd, if necessary.
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Post by Sand on Jul 11, 2024 17:59:33 GMT -5
what things do you have preferences for? I know you said you prefer rp'ing males which is good with me c: I also prefer rping males as well, but I'm always open to rping any genders.
do we want a random clan name + do we need to establish anything else?
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Post by catsuro on Jul 11, 2024 18:08:54 GMT -5
Sand :: I mean, if you want we can just rp both boys. doesn't matter to me.
I was thinking maybe for like the clan, I was thinking Thicketclan. ; Their territory is a mix of dense forest and wet marshes, providing ample cover and abundant prey. The cats of ThicketClan are known for their stealth and agility, perfectly adapted to their unique environment. They are skilled swimmers and can navigate the marshy terrain with ease. ThicketClan cats have a strong bond with nature and are highly skilled in using the natural resources around them, from hunting techniques to medicinal herbs.
but other than the clan territory, i really don't think we need to establish anything else. unless you
can think of something? oh wait, what if like the dark forest cat was kind of like Dr. Facilier (shadow man)??
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Post by Sand on Jul 12, 2024 4:05:49 GMT -5
It doesn’t matter to me either, so I’m good with whatever.
I like that for the clan! I don’t think we need anything else, tbh. Ooh, that’s a great idea o: I think it’ll fit nicely with the plot— someone’s who is opportunistic and charming.
Do you want to start us off or would you like me to?
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Post by catsuro on Jul 12, 2024 11:08:55 GMT -5
Sand :: okay, so i think we are ready to start. c:
I can start it off ^ ^
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Post by Sand on Jul 12, 2024 12:34:38 GMT -5
okay, great! c:
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Post by catsuro on Jul 12, 2024 12:56:26 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -In the heart of a sprawling wilderness, where dense forests intertwine with sprawling marshes, lies the domain of ThicketClan. Here, amidst the whispering reeds and towering trees, a clan thrives in perfect harmony with their lush surroundings. Known for their unparalleled stealth and agility, the cats of ThicketClan are masters of navigating the intricate terrain that defines their territory. Under the veil of night, where moonlight filters through the dense canopy to cast silvery pools upon the murky marshland below, Crowheart, the deputy of ThicketClan, prowls with silent intent. His ebony fur blends seamlessly with the shadows, broken only by the occasional glint of amber from his eyes and the gentle swish of his plume-like tail brushing against dew-laden foliage.
He moves with a fluid grace, his every step deliberate yet unhurried, navigating the labyrinthine paths of his domain as effortlessly as if he were born of the very darkness itself. The marshland forest hums with life around him—frogs croak in unseen pools, night birds call softly from their hidden perches, and the whisper of reeds in the breeze creates a symphony of nature's nocturnal chorus.
Amber eyes, sharp and alert, scan the surroundings with a keenness honed by generations of ThicketClan's lineage. His senses are finely tuned to the nuances of the night—a rustle in the underbrush, a ripple on the water's surface—all whispering tales of potential prey or lurking danger. Yet, Crowheart moves with a calm confidence, a testament to his mastery over this wild realm. As he pauses beneath the boughs of an ancient willow, its gnarled roots dipping into the cool waters below, Crowheart's ears twitch at the sudden rustling to his right. As Crowheart turns his head, there she appears—a vision of lithe beauty emerging from the shadows, her presence a surprise that momentarily catches him off guard. ❝Berrystorm...❞ He breathes out not expecting her to be following him.
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Post by Sand on Jul 14, 2024 13:32:08 GMT -5
[ I love the graphic you have for Crowheart! ] Berrystorm thicketclan territory — accompanied by: Crowheart she/her - warrior 
As agile and quiet as any ThicketClan cat was, Berrystorm trailed slowly after Crowheart. Her pawsteps were carefully planned despite her spontaneous thought to follow her mate. She wanted to surprise Crowheart even if she hadn’t thought her idea out fully. If she were lucky, the ebony black tom wouldn’t hear her as her paws waded into little yet invisible pools.
While frogs croaked at Berrystorm, she tried not to jump in surprise. The dilute calico’s thick pelt brushed gently against the undergrowth as she tried to avoid the unknowns. ThicketClan’s territory had always been her home, a place she had known since birth. She could only hope her sudden silence wouldn’t give her away to Crowheart or any prey. At the sound of a bird flying through the canopy, Berrystorm leapt into the marshland.
Her heart raced, causing the warrior to lose sight of the deputy momentarily. Her big green eyes began to scour the dark marshland for him until she noticed him beneath an ancient willow. Its roots sprawled out towards her and her lithe frame rustled against a set of ferns. The sound of Crowheart’s voice caught her off guard as she padded forward. So much for being stealthy, she thought with a roll of her eyes.
"Crowheart! I didn’t see you there," Berrystorm mewed softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Curiosity glistened in her gaze. "I guess I did a poor job of trying to follow you around, huh?"
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Post by catsuro on Jul 14, 2024 15:30:08 GMT -5
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❝Berrystorm.❞ Crowheart greeted his mate once more calmly, his amber eyes holding a mixture of amusement and affection as he observed her. Her attempt at stealth was valiant yet imperfect, evident in the slight rustling of leaves and the soft splash of her paws in the marsh. ❝You've managed to find me once again. I must admit, your attempt at following me was... entertaining.❞ A gentle tease laced his words as he watched her approach, her presence both endearing and slightly exasperating.
Crowheart spoke in a deep, resonant voice. ❝I've been hunting with Racoonheart, Lizardfoot, and Poppymoon,❞ he informed her, his gaze sweeping over the familiar terrain. ❝We split up to cover more ground, hoping to bring back enough prey to feed the clan.❞ As he spoke, memories of their cooperative effort flashed through Crowheart's mind. Racoonheart, a skilled tracker with sleek grey fur that blended seamlessly with the shadows, had taken the lead in stalking elusive game. Lizardfoot, known for his agility and cunning, had scoured the marshland's edges for small creatures hiding in the undergrowth. Poppymoon, the youngest of the group but eager to prove herself, had honed her hunting skills under the watchful eyes of her more experienced clanmates.
"We had some success," Crowheart continued, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "But the prey is skittish today. It seems they sense the change in the air before the storm." His amber eyes flickered with concern, mindful of the clan's need for food and the impending weather that threatened to disrupt their hunting efforts. ❝Would you like to join me? Perhaps together we can have better luck.❞ He offered her a gentle smile, his heart warmed by her presence despite her less-than-stealthy approach.
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Post by Sand on Jul 15, 2024 10:27:10 GMT -5
[ you're welcome! and thank you <3 ] Berrystorm thicketclan territory — accompanied by: Crowheart she/her - warrior
"Entertaining, hm? I suppose I'll take that as a compliment," Berrystorm teased lightly before continuing. "At least I was able to find you though. I thought I had lost your scent after a while."
The warrior stood still as Crowheart informed her of what he and his patrol had been up to. She quickly realized that she may have scared some skittish prey away with her loud, thundering pawsteps earlier on. Berrystorm's face flushed in embarrassment, hoping that she wasn't the cause behind the patrol's struggle with hunting. She was glad that Crowheart had three of the best hunters in ThicketClan, each honing a special skill of their own. The dilute calico was tempted to take a seat and listen to the deputy. She ultimately refused in case she needed to follow after him or head back home.
Berrystorm's jaw gaped open in surprise as she wondered why the patrol hadn't had as much success as she expected. Raccoonheart was a great tracker whereas Lizardfoot was agile and Poppymoon was eager to prove herself to the clan. Plus, Crowheart's stealthiness were bound to catch any prey, right? Apparently not tonight, especially with the storm coming upon the ThicketClan cats.
"I sure hope my pawsteps didn't send the prey hiding in the undergrowth, but I'm glad the four of you have caught some prey," she admitted sheepishly before her tufted ears perked up at his offer.
She grinned at the black tom, feeling the excitement deep in her bones. Berrystorm didn't mind a night hunt with her mate– the clan needed the prey and it gave her a reason to spend time with Crowheart too. "I can't say no to that! You go ahead and lead, I'm sure we will find some prey lurking around."
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Post by catsuro on Jul 15, 2024 14:48:14 GMT -5
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Crowheart chuckled softly at Berrystorm's sheepish admission, his amber eyes reflecting warmth and amusement in the dim light filtering through the trees. He appreciated her concern, knowing she always had the clan's best interests at heart, even if her enthusiasm occasionally outpaced her stealth. ❝Nah, don't worry about it, Berrystorm,❞ Crowheart reassured her with a gentle nudge against her shoulder. ❝Even if a few prey got spooked, there's plenty out here. With you by my side, we'll catch enough to make up for it.❞
He turned his gaze towards the deeper shadows of the forest, his senses keen as he scanned for any signs of movement or sound that might betray potential prey. ❝Let's head this way,❞ he murmured, flicking his tail towards a path leading deeper into the marshland. ❝It's quieter, and I've had luck with rabbits around here before.❞ As they padded silently through the undergrowth, Crowheart's mind was focused on the hunt, his instincts honed from many moons of experience, even if he was still young. Yet, tonight felt different, a faint unease prickling at the edge of his awareness, like a whisper of something unsettling lurking in the darkness.
Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes ahead caught his attention, and Crowheart froze, his fur bristling slightly. Out from the shadows emerged a figure unlike any ThicketClan cat he had ever seen. A sleek, dark-coated cat with an otherworldly air, their eyes gleaming with an eerie light that sent a chill down Crowheart's spine. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with an unspoken tension as the dark forest cat regarded them with a mixture of curiosity and something more primal.
Crowheart's amber eyes narrowed slightly, his protective instincts rising. He shifted subtly, positioning himself slightly in front of Berrystorm, silently communicating readiness and caution. Whatever this cat was, they were clearly no ordinary forest dweller. ❝Who are you?❞ Crowheart's voice was steady, laced with a hint of wariness as he addressed the stranger. His paw rested lightly on the damp earth, muscles coiled, ready to react if the situation turned hostile.
Nox, his eyes gleaming with an unearthly light, tilted his head slightly, almost as if contemplating his response. His voice, when it came, was soft yet carried a haunting resonance that echoed through the stillness. ❝I am Nox and I hunger,❞ Nox murmured, his tone a chilling mix of longing and menace. ❝And your blood calls to me.❞ Crowheart's heart skipped a beat as the full implication of Nox's words sank in. A creature that fed on blood, part vampire as the tales whispered among ThicketClan elders described. The ebony tomcat found himself swallowing thickly not able to look away from the ghostly presence before them.
With a haunting chuckle, Nox lunged forward, his translucent form passing through Crowheart's defenses with chilling ease. A surge of cold energy enveloped Crowheart as Nox's ethereal fangs sank into his shoulder, a sensation more chilling than pain. Crowheart gritted his teeth against the icy grip of Nox's bite, feeling a numbing cold spreading through his veins. Nox withdrew with a predatory satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent hunger. Crowheart staggered back, his legs trembling under the weight of the supernatural assault. The wound on his shoulder pulsed with a dark energy, a reminder of Nox's lingering presence within him.
With a final, haunting laugh, Nox retreated into the shadows, his form dissipating like mist carried away by the wind. Crowheart collapsed, his breath ragged and heart heavy with the weight of the encounter. The forest around them seemed to exhale a collective sigh of relief, the shadows retreating slightly in the wake of Nox's departure.
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Post by Sand on Jul 15, 2024 17:07:27 GMT -5
[ no need to apologize, it was amazing to read— your writing is truly a work of art! ] Berrystorm thicketclan territory — accompanied by: Crowheart & Nix (briefly) she/her - warrior Berrystorm immediately relaxed once Crowheart nudged her shoulder gently. It was clear that he was much more stealthy than her which she admired deeply. Out of the two of them, Crowheart deserved everything in the world. Even at his young age, he was an excellent deputy that she was glad to call her mate. “If you say so! I’m sure we’ll catch something, night hunting is always fun,” the dilute calico meowed with a light smile.
Although Berrystorm wasn’t the best hunter in ThicketClan, she was sure enough that she could find prey quickly. She was best at guarding and observing things around her albeit her rare clumsiness. She followed suit, keeping her tail off of the marshland. “I bet we’ll catch a rabbit then,” she whispered back, padding up to the black tom’s side.
Even if she didn’t hunt often at night, something felt strange to Berrystorm. It was as if the marshland was uneasy, waiting for something to strike. Was there a predator in their midst that neither had noticed? She pushed her thoughts away, deciding that focusing on the hunt was best. If Crowheart could be concentrated, so could she. The sound of a rustle in the bushes caused her heart to leap in surprise. “What was that noise?” she asked in a low tone, green eyes flicking back and forth.
When the strange figure emerged from the bushes, the dilute calico unsheathed her claws and braced herself for a fight. The dark coated feline had her frightened as Berrystorm’s fur stood on its ends. Whoever or whatever this… thing was, she certainly wasn’t going to let it attack them. Before she could step in front of Crowheart, he has already done so. The warrior could understand his immediate, protective act, but Berrystorm wanted to protect him too. Two pairs of claws were better than one.
Berrystorm leaned forward, her dark green eyes narrowed as Crowheart questioned the odd cat. Its response sent her coiling into fear— it spoke as if it didn’t know many words. Almost as if it weren’t a feline, as if it were other worldly. Were the tales that the elders told them as young cats considered true? She had assumed they were to scare the kits and apprentices, but… it appeared not. Her words got stuck into her throat, unable to escape as her breath grew heavy.
Somehow the translucent form was faster than Crowheart and Berrystorm. Its attack on the black tom sent her into fury yet her paws were planted on the marshland. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak— the strange figure had her afraid for her life and the deputy’s. As he staggered back, Berrystorm finally reacted. “CROWHEART!” she yowled, leaping to his side. She couldn’t catch him before he collapsed while the sound of the other worldy feline’s haunting laugh replayed in her mind. “I need to… I need to do something.”
The dilute calico she-cat knew little about herbs, but she did know one thing— she wasn’t going to abandon her beloved mate. As she sniffed the wound on his shoulder, Berrystorm wanted to recoil in shock. “C-Crowheart, let me put some pressure on your wound, okay? I-I can’t tell if you’re bleeding, but I’ve got to find Raccoonheart or someone…” she meowed shakily, her thick coat quivering with anxiety. She put one of her white paws onto his shoulders, trying to apply as much pressure as possible.
Berrystorm stared at Crowheart, her heart feeling as if it were going to explode from the fear and shock. She was useless in this situation, wasn’t she? Part of her wanted to follow the mysterious feline into the mist, but that meant leaving her mate behind. She would never do that, the guilt would be immeasurable. “I need the medicine cat, b-but I can’t leave you like this. I can’t. L-Let me try to help you up or carry you. W-We can make it back to camp,” she rambled, almost feeling sick to her stomach.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 15, 2024 18:23:59 GMT -5
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In the deepening shadows of the forest marshland, Raccoonheart, Poppymoon, and Lizardfoot hurried through the dense undergrowth, their senses sharp with urgency. They had been on patrol when the unsettling news of a spectral encounter reached their ears, and now they raced against time to find their clanmate and deputy, Crowheart. Raccoonheart, a seasoned tracker with a keen eye and steady nerves, led the way with Poppymoon, a young and eager hunter known for her agility, close at his side. Lizardfoot, the quietest of the trio but no less skilled, followed behind, her senses attuned to any hint of danger in the marshy terrain. ❝Keep your eyes and ears open,❞ Raccoonheart called out in a hushed tone, his blue eyes scanning the shadows ahead. ❝We need to find him quickly.❞
Poppymoon nodded, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. She trusted Raccoonheart's leadership implicitly, but the thought of finding Crowheart injured or worse sent a chill down her spine. Suddenly, they heard Berrystorm's desperate cry for help echoing through the trees. ❝Someone... please, help us!❞
Raccoonheart's heart leaped into his throat at the sound of her voice. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace, his patrol mates following close behind. They burst through a thicket of brambles into a small clearing where they found Berrystorm, her fur matted and eyes wide with relief and fear, struggling to support Crowheart's unconscious form. ❝Berrystorm!" Poppymoon called out, her voice trembling with concern as she rushed to her side. Lizardfoot joined them, her expression grim as she assessed Crowheart's condition. ❝We're here,❞ Raccoonheart said firmly, his voice a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. ❝Let's get him back to camp.❞
Together, they carefully lifted Crowheart, Berrystorm leaning heavily on Poppymoon for support. Lizardfoot took the lead, her steady pace guiding them through the familiar terrain back towards ThicketClan's camp. As they neared the edge of camp, more clanmates emerged from the shadows, their worried murmurs turning into relieved exclamations as they saw Crowheart being carried towards them. ❝Eelfur!❞ Raccoonheart called out as they entered camp, his voice carrying the urgency of their situation. ❝We need Eelfur!❞
The elderly medicine cat, her fur streaked with silver and eyes sharp with concern, hurried forward to meet them. She wasted no time in assessing Crowheart's condition, her skilled paws moving swiftly to tend to his wounds. The air was thick with worry, but also with the unspoken unity that bound ThicketClan together in times of adversity. After what felt like an eternity, Eelfur finally looked up, her gaze meeting theirs with a mix of relief and caution. ❝He's stable for now,❞ she announced quietly, her voice carrying through the gathered cats. ❝But he'll need time to recover.❞ And as she says that, the aged medicine cat gestured for Raccoonheart and Lizardfoot to bring Crowheart into the medicine den and went to go inform, Fernstar about his deputy.
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Post by Sand on Jul 16, 2024 17:08:13 GMT -5
[ you’re too kind, thank you c: ] Berrystorm thicketclan territory -> camp — accompanied by: Crowheart & the rest of the clan she/her - warrior The trek from the marshland back to camp was a blur in Berrystorm’s mind. She remembered Raccoonheart’s comforting tone, but the rest became blurrier by the moment. She could barely register what was going on around her despite leaning on Poopymoon for support. She was in shock and unable to speak besides crying out for Crowheart constantly. “Crowheart… he shouldn’t have protected me from that strange thing,” she mumbled, barely noticing that her paws and part of her face were covered in his blood.
Once they arrived in camp, the worried murmurs turned into relieved meows. Yet the dilute calico she-cat didn’t feel any less relieved. Even with Eelfur, the elderly medicine cat, doing her duty with skilled paws, couldn’t bring Berrystorm back from the brink of trauma. She stood in awe, her glazed green eyes fixated on Crowheart. At the sound of the word “stable,” it somehow brought her back to the present though not as much as one would expect. “Stable? How…? He was bit by a horrific feline that didn’t look one bit normal,” Berrystorm rambled on as her mate was moved into the medicine cat den. It should have been me.
The warrior was unsure if she should speak with Fernstar or Eelfur. She wanted to be by Crowheart’s side, but he needed to recover. She didn’t want to be a distraction. Yet leaving the black tom out of her sight seemed wrong. Without another word, she treaded after Eelfur. “Eelfur, I-I don’t think you understand. The thing that bit him wasn’t normal. It was like it came out of one of those stories that the elders tell us,” she meowed, her tone laced with concern. “Can I stay here with him?”
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Post by catsuro on Jul 16, 2024 18:41:19 GMT -5
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Eelfur, the elderly medicine cat, glanced back at Berrystorm with gentle understanding in her wise, old eyes. Her fur, a mix of grey and white, carried the scent of herbs and healing. She paused in her task of alerting their leader, Fernstar, to try and comfort the stressed young she-cat. ❝Berrystorm, I know it must be unsettling,❞ Eelfur began softly, her voice a soothing murmur. ❝Crowheart's condition is stable for now, thanks to swift treatment and StarClan's guidance. The wound he suffered was indeed from a creature beyond our familiar knowledge. But fear not, we medicine cats are trained to handle all manner of ailments and injuries.❞
She turned her head back to the medicine den where Crowheart's form is, lying still in the den, attended by her apprentice, Moonpaw who was assisting in his care while she went to see Fernstar. ❝He needs rest and quiet now. If you wish to stay by his side, it may comfort him. Love and care often do wonders in speeding recovery,❞ Eelfur added with a small, understanding smile and with those words the elderly medicine cat left Berrystorm behind to talk to Fernstar. Disappearing into a thorn bush tunnel.
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In Fernstar's den, the atmosphere was tense as Eelfur recounted the unsettling news of Nox's return. Fernstar, a formidable tabby with piercing grey eyes, listened intently, his expression grave. He sat upright, his tail flicking in a measured rhythm as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. ❝Eelfur, are you certain it was Nox?❞ Fernstar asked in a low voice, his tone betraying a mix of concern and determination. Eelfur nodded solemnly, her whiskers twitching with unease. ❝Yes, Fernstar. The description from the patrols matches the tales we've heard of Nox—large, menacing, and with an aura of darkness. He's definitely back and the attack has stirred fear among the clan.❞
Fernstar sighed heavily, his gaze flickering briefly towards the entrance of his den where the camp bustled with activity. ❝Nox's return brings a shadow of uncertainty over us. We must prepare the clan for whatever may come,❞ he murmured, more to himself than to Eelfur. ❝What do you advise, Eelfur?❞ Fernstar turned his attention back to the elderly medicine cat, his amber eyes searching hers for guidance.
Eelfur's gaze held steady, her voice steady despite the weight of the news. ❝We must increase patrols along the borders, strengthen our defenses, and be vigilant. Nox is cunning and ruthless. We cannot afford to underestimate him.❞ Fernstar nodded in agreement, his jaw tightening with resolve. ❝Very well, Eelfur. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will gather the senior warriors and discuss our strategy. Keep me informed of any further sightings or developments.❞
With a dip of her head, Eelfur turned to leave Fernstar's den, her mind already occupied with preparations and prayers to StarClan for guidance in the face of this renewed threat.
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Post by Sand on Jul 17, 2024 17:21:19 GMT -5
Berrystorm thicketclan camp — accompanied by: Crowheart, Eelfur (briefly) & Moonpaw (briefly) she/her - warrior
Berrystorm was willing to listen to any cat’s wise words, but it seemed that Eelfur’s were the best. It reminded her of her grandmother in a way— a feline who was old, wise yet able to calm the exhausted she-cat down. Her thick pelt finally settled as she stood in the entrance of the den, her gaze wandering to Crowheart’s form. “Thank you so much, Eelfur,” she whispered with a dip of her head. “You and Moonpaw have helped him in many ways that no cat could. I appreciate it.”
She knew that without Eelfur or Moonpaw, Crowheart could have met a horrible demise. Not even she wanted to imagine it as it sent shivers throughout her body. At the sound of the grey and white she-cat’s words about love and care, Berrystorm didn’t need to change her mind. She would sleep near her mate in case he needed her. Although she wasn’t a medicine cat, Berrystorm was a compassionate feline. She would do anything for Crowheart. “If you two don’t mind, I’ll sleep here for the night,” she told Eelfur before the medicine cat left the den.
The dilute calico padded over to the black tom, who was clearly unconscious. She lay down near him, carefully giving him some space. Berrystorm’s green gaze fell on the deputy before she closed her eyes. Truthfully, she was exhausted and had no energy left. Even though a small part of her wondered if she left camp to find Nix, would she be successful? She didn’t want to risk everything yet, but Berrystorm knew she needed a concrete plan. By morning she hoped that Crowheart would be conscious and that Fernstar had a plan to defend ThicketClan from the strange creature.
You’ll pull through, Crowheart, I know it, she thought before drifting off to an uncomfortable, light sleep.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 17, 2024 18:02:57 GMT -5
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Crowheart lay still on the moss bed, his breathing shallow and labored. Moonpaw, the young medicine cat apprentice, worked diligently at his side, her focused expression betraying a mixture of concern and determination. Her gentle touch cleansed the wound on his flank, careful not to cause him any further discomfort. As Moonpaw finished her ministrations, she looked over Crowheart's prone form with a sense of relief and worry mingling in her eyes. She knew he had a long road to recovery ahead, and her duties as an apprentice demanded attention elsewhere in the Clan. ❝I'll be back soon to check on you, Crowheart,❞ Moonpaw murmured softly, her voice carrying a soothing tone despite the underlying worry. She gathered her herbs and supplies before slipping out of the medicine den, leaving Crowheart to the quiet solitude of healing.
Crowheart's face furrowed in pain as consciousness slowly returned to him. His muscles protested every movement, and the ache in his wound throbbed with each beat of his heart. He blinked slowly, trying to orient himself to his surroundings, the scent of herbs and moss mingling in the air, the warm sunlight filtering in from the entrance of the medicine den showcasing it was the next morning. His mind raced with fragments of memories from the attack, the creature's menacing presence still vivid in his thoughts. Despite the discomfort, Crowheart found solace in the knowledge that he was safe within ThicketClan's camp, surrounded by loyal Clanmates who would stand by him in his time of need. He closed his eyes briefly, gathering his strength and focusing on the steady rhythm of his breathing.
❝Berrystorm...❞ he murmured hoarsely, his voice barely a whisper. He turned his head towards her, trying to muster a reassuring smile despite the pain that throbbed through his body. He knew the road to recovery would not be easy, but having Berrystorm by his side gave him strength. After all, they have known each other since kithood.
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Post by Sand on Jul 18, 2024 17:08:23 GMT -5
Berrystorm thicketclan camp — accompanied by: Crowheart she/her - warrior
As expected, Berrystorm’s slumber was not peaceful; she tossed and turned in her moss nest. The night felt as if it had dragged on forever. Her nightmares were full of images of the horrific creature. She couldn’t unsee how its fangs sunk into Crowheart’s shoulder and its haunting expression left her stunned.
The sunlight filtered its way through the medicine cat den, Berrystorm squinted at it briefly. She turned her green gaze to Crowheart, who appeared to be semiconscious. Her heart surged with relief, grateful that Eelfur and Moonpaw’s work had assisted him. Even if he wasn’t completely awake, at least he was alive. And that’s all that mattered to her. As long as Crowheart recovered from the horrific incident, she hoped things would go back to normal.
She lay on her side, watching his slow movements; it was obvious that he was in serious pain. Any cat would be, especially after an encounter like last night’s. At the sound of his hoarse voice, Berrystorm let out a loud purr. Her mate, the feline she had known since kithood, was trying to reassure her. If anything, she needed to reassure him— not the other way around. With a smile, Berrystorm’s thick tail thudded graciously against the den’s floor.
“Crowheart… don’t move too much,” the dilute calico whispered back. The warrior leaned closer to him, touching her cheek to his cheek gently. “I’m so happy you’re here. Just remember, rest is important. If you want anything, just say it.”
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Post by catsuro on Jul 18, 2024 18:47:02 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The sunlight filtering through the den cast a gentle glow, illuminating the quiet scene where Berrystorm and Crowheart shared a moment of solace amidst the worry and pain. Crowheart, his usually vibrant amber eyes now slowly seeming to be turning red, lay still but alert, his breathing shallow with discomfort. Crowheart's purr rumbled softly in response to his cheek being brushed against his mate's. Crowheart opens his mouth to say something to Berrystorm only to be cut off by the den's entrance rustling softly, drawing their attention. Eelfur, returned with a basket of fresh herbs clutched delicately in her jaws. Her gaze softened as she took in the sight of Crowheart and Berrystorm, the bond between them palpable even in the dimness of the den.
Crowheart shifted slightly, a low rumble of discomfort escaping him. His eyes met Eelfur's briefly, silently communicating his gratitude for her expertise. Eelfur began sorting through the herbs, selecting a few with deliberate care. ❝These will help ease the pain and aid in the healing process,❞ she explained, her voice soothing as she approached Crowheart's side. With practiced movements, she began preparing a poultice, the scent of crushed herbs mingling with the den's familiar herbal aroma. Crowheart watched Eelfur work with a quiet intensity, his breathing steadying as the soothing scent of herbs filled the air around them.
❝Thank you, Eelfur,❞ Crowheart murmured gratefully, his voice barely above a whisper. His amber eyes met hers, filled with unspoken gratitude and trust. Eelfur nodded, a small smile touching her lips. ❝Rest now, Crowheart,❞ she advised softly, her gaze lingering on him with gentle concern before turning to Berrystorm. ❝Keep him comfortable and ensure he gets plenty of rest. His strength will return in time.❞ She states only to leave once more. As Eelfur leaves, Crowheart turns his attention back to Berrystorm. ❝Thank you for being here, Berrystorm.❞ The black tom leans towards her as best as he could, and brushes the side of his head against her's, a faint purr rumbling in his chest. ❝I'm lucky to have you,❞ he murmured, his voice a mixture of gratitude and affection. ❝I don't know what I'd do without you.❞
Crowheart suddenly felt a chill crawl down his spine, accompanied by an eerie sensation that he couldn't quite shake. Amidst the quiet solitude of the den, a voice—a whisper, almost like a distant echo—began to weave its way into his consciousness.
❝Crowheart...❞
The voice was faint, ethereal, and yet distinctly unsettling. It seemed to come from nowhere yet reverberated within his mind with a haunting clarity. Crowheart's amber-reddish eyes darted around the den, searching for the source of the whisper, but there was no one else there besides Berrystorm. ❝Berrystorm,❞ Crowheart's voice was barely a whisper, his gaze locking onto hers with a mixture of fear and confusion. ❝Do you hear that?❞
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Post by Sand on Jul 20, 2024 18:05:16 GMT -5
Berrystorm thicketclan camp — accompanied by: Crowheart, Eelfur (briefly) she/her - warrior
Even with the worry and pain that was consuming most of Berrystorm’s thoughts, she knew that she was grateful to have Crowheart beside her. She let out a loud purr in response to his own. Once she heard rustling by the den’s entrance, her attention turned to the noise. Thankfully it was only Eelfur, who carried a basket of herbs in her jaws. If Eelfur has already gone out, what time is it? she wondered as her gaze fell on the medicine cat.
She had never found much interest in medicine and herbs, but Eelfur’s care and expertise impressed Berrystorm. Her green eyes fixated on the she-cat as she briefly scented the air. For once in her life, the herbs didn’t seem to smell bitter— it was more of a soothing scent, as if it were to relax a patient. While Crowheart and Eelfur interacted, she listened intently. Her ears perked up at the sound of her name. “Of course, Eelfur,” the dilute calico meowed with a dip of her head.
Within a few moments, the mates were alone once more. Crowheart’s signs of affection made Berrystorm’s heart flutter. She leaned closer to him, brushing the side of her head against his gently. The warrior continue to purr before responding. “You don’t have to thank me, Crowheart. I’d do anything for you. I’ll spend as much time with you until you’re better,” she whispered softly, her gaze gleaming with warmth and appreciation for his words. “I love you.”
Unlike the black tom, she couldn’t hear the chilling ethereal voice. It was too faint for Berrystorm to notice, but Crowheart’s body language told her everything that she needed to know. Something or someone was in the den or trying to scare him. Her green gaze flit throughout the den, scouring every nook and cranny. “I don’t hear anything, but I don’t see anything either,” she murmured, her worried gaze settling on her mate. “Did you hear something strange? I can always guard the den entrance so no cat can get in unless they’re allowed inside.”
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Post by catsuro on Jul 20, 2024 21:00:44 GMT -5
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Crowheart's ears twitched, his eyes wide and alert. He flicked his tail nervously, the fur along his spine bristling. ❝It's not just a sound,❞ he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. ❝It's... it's like a presence. Something cold and dark, creeping in the shadows.❞ His gaze darted around the den, lingering on the corners where the light didn't quite reach. The voice, faint but unmistakable, whispered through the shadows, ❝Crowheart... do you think you can hide from me?❞ Crowheart's fur stood on end, and he glanced at Berrystorm, his eyes wide with fear. ❝Did you hear that?❞ he whispered, though he knew the answer.
Crowheart swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice. ❝It knows my name,❞ he said, his voice shaking. ❝It said I can't hide.❞ The voice came again, stronger this time, as if it were right beside him. ❝Come to me, Crowheart. You cannot escape your fate.❞ Crowheart's breath quickened. Crowheart winced as he attempted to stand, his weight shifting onto his injured shoulder. The pain shot through him, causing him to grit his teeth and pause. And him trying to stand and the pain seemed to sweep away the voice. He closes his amber-reddish eyes and inhales. He was in the medicine den, the familiar scents of herbs and healing poultices filling his lungs. Crowheart blinks open his almost red eyes now and sighed, reluctantly easing himself back down thankful the voice went away. For now.
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Post by Sand on Jul 22, 2024 15:50:43 GMT -5
Berrystorm thicketclan camp — accompanied by: Crowheart she/her - warrior
Berrystorm leaned in closer to Crowheart, her ears swiveling as she listened to the black tom. Based on his explanation, it was clear that the voice or presence was taunting and scaring him. Could it be related to the creature from last night? she wondered, her fur standing on its ends as she saw the fear in Crowheart's eyes. This isn't normal. Do I need to get Eelfur or someone else? Surely they would be able to get rid of this frightening presence.
Sadness flickered in Berrystorm's eyes, knowing that Crowheart knew well enough that she couldn't hear the voice. "No… I wish I could hear it instead of you," she whispered as a shiver ran down her spine. The fact that the voice knew his name and said Crowheart couldn't hide seemed ethereal. "Let me go find–"
It was too late– her mate stood up without warning which caused Berrystorm to react quickly. The dilute calico leapt to her paws, watching Crowheart as he winced and grit his teeth. What in the world was he doing? "Crowheart… are you okay?" she questioned as she quickly sat down next to him.
Her green gaze filled with fear, noticing that his amber eyes had turned almost fully red. The warrior was unsure of what to do. Could anything be done to stop the voice and the presence? Berrystorm's gaze lingered on him, unsure of what to say next. She let out a sigh before briefly glancing at the medicine cat's den entrance. "Your eyes are turning red. That's… not normal. Do you want me to find Eelfur or Moonpaw?" she mewed, her voice laced with worry. "The things you're hearing must be because of your injury, right? Please let me do something for you."
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Post by catsuro on Jul 22, 2024 16:24:23 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Crowheart's sleek black fur, usually a picture of elegance and strength, now seemed disheveled and tinged with a faint sheen of sweat. The bite mark on his shoulder, a cruel reminder of the night's events, throbbed persistently as if echoing the relentless pounding of his heart. As the sun rose higher in the sky, its warm rays painting the world with a semblance of normalcy, Crowheart's amber eyes had transformed into an unsettling shade of crimson. They glowed faintly in the dimness of the den, betraying the unnatural changes that had taken hold of him overnight without his knowledge. The deputy shifted uncomfortably on his bed of moss, the movement causing a sharp twinge of pain to shoot through his shoulder. But Crowheart shook his head slowly, the weight of his newfound reality settling upon his shoulders like a heavy yoke. ❝No,❞ he whispered hoarsely. ❝There's... there's nothing they can do.❞
Crowheart closed his eyes briefly, fighting against the rising tide of despair threatening to overwhelm him. He was the deputy, sworn to protect his clan with his life, but now he was a stranger to himself—a creature caught between two worlds, neither fully alive nor entirely dead. Crowheart knew that the time for secrets had passed. He had been chosen, marked by something ancient and primal that cared nothing for allegiances or kinship. The hunger gnawed at him from within, a hunger that could only be sated by the lifeblood of those he had sworn to protect. ❝I can't stay here,❞ he murmured after a moment of silence, his voice barely above a whisper. ❝Not anymore.❞
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Post by Sand on Jul 22, 2024 16:40:59 GMT -5
Berrystorm thicketclan camp — accompanied by: Crowheart she/her - warrior
Confusion, frustration. Berrystorm was feeling all types of emotions that she hadn't expected to come across. Especially at a time like this, when everything was uncertain or when she had believed that the medicine cat and their clan could aid Crowheart in any way. It appeared their best was not enough.
At least not enough for Crowheart.
The dilute calico she-cat's body felt as if it were brimming over with anxiety. She kept her gaze on Crowheart, realizing that in half of a day, his appearance had changed. What was next for him and, well, them? As the deputy of his clan, he was meant to serve ThicketClan until his dying breath. With this strange, horrific incident, everything was off the table. Her heart dropped when he spoke and her eyes went wide.
"Y-You're going to give up just like that?" Berrystorm meowed bluntly yet anxiety was written all over her face. It was an unusual response from the warrior, she was never frank with her words. "What are you going to do then, Crowheart? What do we do? There has to be a way, there always is one."
She came to a pause, trying to think of any solutions for Crowheart. There had to be something out there, in the medicine cat den, or somewhere else. She didn't care what it was, Berrystorm wanted to help her mate more than anything else. "I won't stay in ThicketClan without you," she told him, doing her best to hold back the anguish that she felt. "Take me with you."
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Post by catsuro on Jul 22, 2024 17:35:45 GMT -5
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Crowheart listened to Berrystorm's words with a heavy heart, his crimson eyes reflecting the turmoil within him. He had hoped she would understand his decision, but seeing the distress etched across her usually composed face shattered him anew. ❝Berrystorm,❞ he began softly, his voice tinged with sadness. ❝I wish it were that simple. But you know as well as I do what I've become. I can't stay here. It's not safe for anyone, especially you.❞
He took a step closer to her, his tail twitching nervously. Despite the ache in his chest, he couldn't deny the fierce love he felt for her, a love that made the idea of leaving her behind almost unbearable. But he knew deep down that it was the only way to protect her. ❝I can't risk hurting you, Berrystorm,❞ Crowheart continued, his voice wavering slightly. ❝You mean everything to me. I can't bear the thought of causing you pain, or worse.❞
His eyes pleaded with her to understand, to see the gravity of his predicament. The vampire instincts clawed at the edges of his consciousness, a constant reminder of the danger he now posed. He wanted nothing more than to hold her close, to reassure her that everything would be alright, but he knew that would be a lie. ❝I have to find my own path now,❞ Crowheart murmured, his gaze flickering briefly to the entrance of the den. ❝I don't know where it will lead me, but I will not drag you into this darkness with me.❞ Crowheart's eyes glistened with unshed tears, his heart breaking with each word he spoke.
Crowheart's ears twitched involuntarily as the eerie voice echoed once more deep within his mind trying to force itself to the front of his endless stream of thoughts. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly, with a surge of determination, Crowheart closed his eyes tightly, blocking out the haunting voice. He called upon every ounce of willpower he possessed. Slowly, agonizingly, the pressure in his head began to subside. The feral gleam in his eyes softened, the unnatural hunger receding back into the shadows where it belonged. Crowheart exhaled heavily. His crimson gaze drifts back to Berrystorm only to quickly flick away, he staggers trying not to put too much pressure on his injured shoulder. He needed to leave, now.
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Post by Sand on Jul 23, 2024 10:56:29 GMT -5
Berrystorm thicketclan camp — accompanied by: Crowheart she/her - warrior
Berrystorm's heart was in the pit of her stomach. She felt uneasy and furious that Crowheart was choosing to leave her behind, even though she knew why. She didn't want to believe it, she much preferred wishful thinking over the reality that was destroying their relationship by the moment. His sad tone caused her stomach to twist and turn with sorrow. She would rather leave with him and face the consequences alongside her mate. Wouldn't it be easier that way? "My safety means nothing to me if I don't have you," she managed to meow, pushing the torment down her throat. "You may be right, Crowheart and I know I need to accept it– this cruel reality."
The dilute calico she-cat pressed herself against the black tom as if it were for the last time. She didn't want him to go, she didn't want to face the loneliness and heartbreak without Crowheart by her side. As he continued, his voice wavered and Berrystorm tried not to wail. She needed to understand the situation, she needed to let go somehow even if it killed her. Crowheart had to get away to survive, and soon she would find a way back to him. "You are my everything, you know that? I-I don't know what I'll do without you, Crowheart, but I don't want to lose you. Not to this," Berrystorm mewed, voice trembling with each word. She inhaled and exhaled as her body threatened to quiver with plenty of uncontrollable emotions.
The warrior went silent momentarily as she thought about what the deputy had just said. She would gladly face the darkness for Crowheart, no matter the consequences. If there was anything she could do for him, she would do it in a heartbeat. Catching her breath, she let out a deep, pitiful sigh. "Will… Will I ever see you again?" she asked quietly, her wide green eyes settling on his crimson eyes.
Berrystorm fell silent as she watched the black tom fight, what she assumed to be the haunting voice, off. She was beginning to understand now. If she were to leave with Crowheart, the voice and the vampiric abilities would take over. He was doomed in a horrible, cruel way. In a way no cat deserved, especially not Crowheart. "At least let me walk you out of camp, please. I want to make sure you'll be safe," she finally meowed, shuffling her paws nervously. "You know you can't walk that far with your injury. It's the least I can do for you."
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Post by catsuro on Jul 23, 2024 15:27:13 GMT -5
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Crowheart felt Berrystorm's trembling form pressed against him, her warmth a stark contrast to the chill spreading through his heart. His canine fangs, elongated now in their eerie transformation, tingled with the familiar hunger that haunted him. But amidst the hunger, amidst the curse threatening to consume him, there was still a sliver of the tom he once was—a tom who loved Berrystorm more than life itself. Crowheart's heart ached as Berrystorm asked if they would ever see each other again. He wanted to promise her, to vow that they would defy fate and find each other once more. But the reality of his cursed existence weighed heavily upon him, threatening to drown out his love for her. ❝I don't know...❞ he admitted, the admission tearing at his very soul.
Berrystorm's offer to walk him out of camp touched Crowheart deeply, his heart swelling with gratitude and sorrow. He knew the dangers of letting her get too close, especially now with his fangs lengthened and his hunger sharpened. But seeing her courage, her unwavering love, he found it difficult to refuse. ❝Berrystorm,❞ Crowheart murmured, his voice thick with emotion. ❝You are the bravest cat I've ever known.❞ With a heavy heart, he nodded slightly, a silent acceptance of her offer. ❝Just to the edge of camp,❞ he agreed softly, his gaze never leaving hers. ❝Then you must promise me, Berrystorm. Promise me you'll stay safe,❞ he implored, his voice cracking with emotion. ❝And promise me you won't come looking for me. It's too dangerous.❞
As they walked side by side, Crowheart felt the weight of their bond pressing upon him, threatening to shatter him entirely. But he walked on, driven by love and duty, knowing that this sacrifice was the only way to protect the one he cherished above all else. When they reached the boundary of camp, Crowheart paused, his gaze lingering on Berrystorm's tear-streaked face. ❝I love you.❞ he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the rush of emotions. And with that, he turned away, disappearing into the shadows beyond, his heart breaking with each step. As he ventured deeper into the unknown, Crowheart carried with him the memory of Berrystorm's love, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.
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Post by Sand on Jul 24, 2024 18:22:44 GMT -5
Berrystorm thicketclan territory — accompanied by: Heronstalk, Newtstream & Reedpaw (all briefly) she/her - warrior
Berrystorm could feel the coldness from Crowheart’s body which made her long for his warmth that would never return. Despite that, she stayed pressed against him for a moment longer, knowing that this was the last time she would see him again. At the sound of his admission, she struggled to not break out into tears. The tears formed in her eyes, streaming down her face like a waterfall. She had no clue what to say to him, if she never saw Crowheart again, what was the point of living in ThicketClan? To be miserable and alone without him?
“T-Thank you. You’re the strongest cat I’ve ever known, Crowheart. The most loving tom I’ve ever known,” she told him, barely above a whisper. Her throat tightened as he spoke again, uncertainty seeping in once more. How could she promise him that? She knew it was logical to, but Berrystorm would rather go looking for Crowheart instead of trying to live a normal life as if nothing happened to him, to them. She gazed at him with swollen green eyes, trying to not cry once more. “I promise, I’ll stay safe. But please be careful out there,” she forced herself to meow as her voice cracked.
While she padded alongside Crowheart, Berrystorm didn’t want to believe that this would be their last interaction. That she’d never see her loving mate again, no matter where they would be. From here onwards, they were going their separate ways— something she had never imagined before. She pressed her cheek against his one last time, realizing that they had made it to the camp’s exit. “I love you too,” she whispered back, each word laced with every emotion she felt. Berrystorm refused to turn away until the black tom had disappeared into the shadows, where the unknown and darkness awaited him. Once she could no longer see him, she stumbled back to the warriors’ den without any energy left in her.
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A few days later, the dilute calico warrior joined a dusk border patrol. Ever since Crowheart’s decision, she felt less and less like herself. It was heartbreaking to be without him. She was trying to keep herself together. With Berrystorm were three other clanmates. Heronstalk, Newtstream, and Newtstream’s apprentice, Reedpaw. Since patrols had been doubled, she found herself patrolling more often than before. Many of her clanmates and Berrystorm herself were exhausted, but Fernstar was trying to stay ahead of Nox, the vampire cat.
As the group marked their respective places on the border, her mind wandered. She could hear Heronstalk berating Reedpaw for putting a paw over the border accidentally which caused her to roll her eyes.
“Did she even hear you, Newtstream? I’m kinda tired, why can’t we go back to camp?” Reedpaw complained to their mentor.
“Tell her once more. You know she’s not in a good place right now,” Heronstalk meowed in his usual deep voice.
“Berrystorm, hellooo? I’m taking Reedpaw further down the border for a training session,” Newtstream explained before hurrying off with the small dark ginger apprentice. The two cats didn’t seem too worried about her mental state at the moment.
She simply nodded as if she had understood anything that her clanmate had told her. In the meantime, Heronstalk was busy inspecting Newtstream and Reedpaw’s work on the border. “I’ll head west and finish marking the border, Heronstalk,” she mewed to the grey colorpoint tom. All she got for a response was a loud grumble which she knew meant ‘fine.’ Her father was quite a strange cat, but he was a decent warrior who took pride in his work.
As Berrystorm carefully padded down the border and she began marking any spot she could. I wonder what Crowheart would think of Fernstar’s new approaches to combatting the vampires, she pondered as she stared off into the distance of the swamp land. Her heart ached at the thought of him, but what else could she think of? There was no cat who compared to Crowheart.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 24, 2024 19:10:14 GMT -5
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In the shadowed depths of the forest, Crowheart prowled with an unquenchable hunger gnawing at his insides. Since the transformation that had cursed him with vampirism, he found himself caught in a tormenting cycle. Each night, he hunted small animals—rabbits, squirrels, anything that crossed his path—not just for sustenance but to feed the insatiable thirst for blood that burned within him. Yet, no matter how much he fed, it was never enough. The dark essence that had claimed him demanded more, urging him towards the unthinkable: the blood of his own clanmates. It was on a cloudy day, sundown, amidst the haunting whispers of the forest, that Crowheart stumbled upon Berrystorm.
Crowheart's once-gleaming fur now hung in tatters, his eyes dull and lifeless, glowing faintly with an unnatural crimson hue and it had only been a seven sunrises since Crowheart had left camp. He staggered towards her, his movements unsteady and disjointed, as if each step was a battle against an unseen force. Crowheart suddenly collapses to his stomach before her, his claws digging into the soft earth. ❝I can't... I can't control it,❞ he rasped, his voice filled with agony. ❝I've tried,❞ he gasped, his breath ragged and uneven. ❝But it's never enough. No matter what I do, the hunger... the voices... they won't stop.❞ The eerie voice in his mind, a constant companion since the transformation, whispered incessantly, urging him to take what he needed, regardless of the consequences. Tears streamed down his face as he fought against the voice with every ounce of strength he had left, his claws trembling as he grasped desperately at his fading humanity.
❝Berrystorm,❞ he choked out, his voice trembling with grief. ❝Please... you have to... end it...❞ his eyes pleading up at her with sorrow.
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Post by Sand on Jul 25, 2024 17:52:12 GMT -5
Berrystorm thicketclan territory — accompanied by: Crowheart she/her - warrior
Berrystorm had felt somewhat hopeful when Fernstar announced search parties for Crowheart. Yet within two days, the search was canceled which left a bitter taste in her mouth. It didn’t make much sense as to why Fernstar abandoned his deputy so abruptly, especially after what had happened. For the time being, she felt furious with ThicketClan. Until they found the deputy alive and well, she was losing trust in her clan.
The sight of her mate caused the dilute calico to gape in shock. She had imagined— well, she really hadn’t imagined anything this horrible, this inhumane. His once shiny coat was now in tatters and his amber eyes had turned to crimson red. It was clear that Crowheart was struggling more than Berrystorm could have ever expected. “C-Crowheart, is that you..?” she whispered, but his voice was enough to tell her who it was.
It was Crowheart, the cat she loved with every part of her being. How was he still alive and how had he found her so quickly? It felt like it had been moons since she saw him yet her heart broke for him, realizing how much agony he was in. She listened before leaning down towards him. The warrior curled herself around the former deputy without hesitation. “Tell me what I can do for you. I can’t… You can’t go on like this,” she meowed to him, her gaze meeting his. “It’s going to kill you unless we can find a solution.”
In the back of her mind was the thought of Fernstar and Eelfur. What would they think of Crowheart’s state? Would they bother to assist him in a time of need? She wasn’t sure at all which was terrible. Yet a frightening thought slipped into her mind. One of the few ways she could think of to help Crowheart was death. Did she want to suggest it to him? Was it worth everything that they had before the vampiric abilities settled in? It could provide relief beyond anything she knew. But were either of them prepared to face grief?
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