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Post by phantomstar57 on Jul 30, 2016 13:30:27 GMT -5
Phantomstar's Corner
Greetings all!
A little about myself-I began writing when I learned to hold a pencil, creating picture stories until I learned my alphabet. Then I wrote picture books, with my own logo, called Sunrise Publications, complete with a rainbow over a sunrise logo. Absurd, since that technically cannot occur, but what did I know at five years old! I wrote my first novel, which, looking back, was similar to Survivors, followed by another about dolphins, then a few others about dogs in the 1970s. I attempted publication at eighteen years old, but after several rejections I gave up submitting for many years.
I tried again over twenty years ago, with my new science fiction novels, and met my mentor and friend, who was not only my literary agent, but editor as well. To our dismay, rejections piled up, and I can wallpaper a room with them. But we plugged away, and considered trying to publish my books ourselves, when he suddenly passed away. I was not sure what to do. He taught me so much, which still resonates in my head as I write. Then, that Christmas in 2010, when Kindle commercials flooded the airwaves, I saw an opportunity, and turned Indie (Independent Author). I have never regretted that move.
Since that time, I published eight (ninth will be released by year's end) books in the scifi/fantasy and pet cat genres, and one of them is doing very well. I hope the others soon follow suit, and with time and exposure I am certain they will. I once dabbled in Star Trek Fan fiction, during a time when I gave up submitting books to publishers. Then our little club fizzled, and I turned back to my own work.
I never gave fanfic any real consideration again for decades, until I read every Warrior's book I found over the winter of 2014, after rereading BLUESTAR’S PROPHECY. I read every new book as they come out and my Kindle is full of them! The books hooked me into Warriors, and my love for this world inspired me to add something special to the Clans through my new character Kyestorm, and her kits and mate. This came about when, too many times, I found myself thinking, “Wow, they need a huge Maine Coon or two, or three here.”
And just a little proof for those who may think the idea of a Maine Coon fighting off a fox is far-fetched, check out this Coonie, who is not even as large as my Kai was. Maine Coon chases off Fox
I heard not long ago of someone's Maine Coon actually getting into a fight with a racoon one night, and he killed the racoon. He was hurt too but survived. Thus the reason for my including them into the Clan's world.
“Why diverge from my own work, to do this fan fiction?” I asked myself over and over, trying to validate expending so much energy into this work. When my Kai passed away, I realized part of this was to honor his memory. The rest? I can only say Warriors boosted my muse to a new level, and spilled over into my own work.
As for my illustration dividers in NEW BLOOD, and its spin offs, my beloved Kai, (Aug 6, 2002 - Jan 26, 2015) an enormous 25 pound Maine Coon cat, is the model for Kyestorm in photo collage form with computer generated effects that I created from my own photos. Skyfall worked with one of them to produce the wonderful main banner for NEW BLOOD.
Other illustrations include free-hand drawings of the characters, as well as computer-generated (not AI) backgrounds created from my own photos. Many of the characters are modeled after my own Maine Coons, and other cats, who owned me over the decades, including our newest Maine Coons, blue-smoke Darwin, and, his half sister, black-smoke Abby. She is one heck of a character, and Abby appears as Gabbiflight in NEW BLOOD -Thief in Morning Light, and a few of the NEW BLOOD POTLUCK tales. Darwin appears in the same tales as Greyface.
Their half sister, JaJa. a tortoiseshell and white Maine Coon girl we adopted from the breeder, when she could not have kittens appears in the above mentioned tales as Whitefoot. That will be the torture of her character-a she-cat who loves kits but cannot have any.
All three have shown me that, indeed, family ties bind! JaJa and Abby, two months apart in age, played together as kittens because Abby was an only kitten. They forged a deep bond. Over a year later, upon their reunion, once they crept close enough to scent each other, they remembered each other. An amazing occurrence, confirmed after JaJa returned home from her spaying and Abby ran to her and rubbed faces in joy. Darwin loves both of his sisters and has from the day Abby joined us as a kitten.
This theme runs through all my fics, and my published works. It drives everything Kyestorm and her kin do, and in their world, changes the Clans forever
As you may already know, I am probably the oldest writer on this Forum at 66 years old. Even we geezers enjoy Warriors, but not many of us dabble in fan fiction. I joined the WFF in August of 2014, and, moving here at the two year mark (2016), I look forward to continuing on with the New Blood stories. But it is a bit unnerving how time creeps by. I was in my 50s when I joined this forum!!
As I passed my 9th (where has the time gone?) year anniversary of joining the forums, Kyestorm, her kits, mate and their offspring, still insist I tell their tales, intruding into my own writing, whispering to me all day and night, so I must write these stories, and share them. I still don’t know how to code, but thanks to Lynxjump, I had awesome coding on the WFF for my fics, which I truly appreciated! Brownie gave me my current code, which I also appreciate very much!
I still can't code, even with the tutorials, but I can muck with it and on occasion, get it to do what I want it to do! I thoroughly enjoy reading the stories here on this Forum, and the excellence of most of these stories still amazes me! You all are amazing!
I am happy I found this Forum (and migrated here) , or NEW BLOOD would just be scribbles in some notebook somewhere. Sometimes on difficult days I come here to just read and dive back into our little world. I haven't written much in the last year or so, but still mulling that last fic around in the old brain. Thank you for the welcome and acceptance, and I hope you enjoy the NEW BLOOD stories as much as I have in writing them!
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NEW BLOOD-TRAPPED-(Completed!)
NEW BLOOD-Sabotage
NEW BLOOD-When Cats Fly
NEW BLOOD-HELP
NEW BLOOD - Her Protege
NEW BLOOD-Thief in Morning Light
NOTE!
The time frame of the NEW BLOOD Universe is many seasons after BRAMBLESTAR’S STORM, and well into and beyond A VISION OF SHADOWS, BROKEN CODE, and A STARLESS CLAN so BEWARE of spoilers!!
ORIGINAL WORKS The only Non NEW BLOOD tale I have posted for our 2019 Halloween event I have shared one of my published works!
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LOST - A NEW BLOOD / CURSE Short Tale.
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Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 1, 2016 11:56:32 GMT -5
REVIEWS
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Review quotes below-don't fear the wall!
For those who are daunted by what appears to be huge chunks of text, here are reassuring words from a recent reviewer! Thank you Rainfeather~! - read full review is on page 11) (Review is gone-thanks to the unceremonious deletion of the fic!) Review quote: by Rainfeather~!
"Wow. That's a crazy wall of text. But I'm glad I overcame my fear of reading it, because it was a great story. Your chapters are very long, which is good for anyone who's been keeping up with the story, but for new readers it seems daunting to have all those words looking at you. It's a fast-paced story, though, and the action flows very well. I'd recommend this to anyone who wants to read a long story with lovable characters."
Another quote from a review by ☣Sнα∂σωƒα¢є☣
"Usually I avoid these types of stories because they are typically poorly written or have a predictable plot, but so far I am enjoying this story quite a bit. Kyestorm is just such a fantastic character, and with her unique "breeding" it gives her an interesting contrast among the clan cats along with Demonstone and their kits. You do a great job with sticking to all their personalities and making each of them unique. (So glad I saved these. Wish I had transferred ALL the reviews. . .)
FIRST review since NEW BLOOD's Return, by FIREFLY! Thank you!!
For those of you who might be intimidated by the wall of text facing you, I encourage you to push on. While I do prefer to stay away from canon FanFics because of how the characters are warped, Phantomstar stays true to each of them as she tells this story. Adding a new breed of cat to the story brings in a previously unimagined factor to the Warriors world and, honestly, does it a favor. The plot this story follows could absolutely happen in a book written by the Erins, and it's just an all-around enjoyable read. I can't wait to see what else she has in store!
NEW REVIEWS AFTER WFF CLOSING! (Don't fear the wall! Be the 1st)
REVIEW by ~Sapphire~
One review! If you need any clarifications, please ask c:
New Blood is a heart-warming family saga with a unique spin on Warriors. I really liked the exploration of the Maine Coons’ effect on the Clans, and learning more about the breed. Kyestorm is a well rounded, likable main character, and the supporting characters are well drawn and accurate to canon. The sedate pace works here, allowing space for Kyestorm’s personal journey, with numerous fight scenes to keep the excitement going. However, the dialogue can feel over formal or long winded, and could be made more natural. I would recommend New Blood to anyone who likes canon fic and a focus on family, friendship and unity.
(Since you specifically asked about typos - the main ones I spotted were speech marks missing at the beginning of paragraphs. As well, in chapter 12 you put “New apprentice Twigpaw, sat beside Spiderleg, her eyes straying to Gentleoak. Twigpaw sat beside her mentor, her eyes straying to Gentleoak.")
Read more: wcrpforums.com/thread/293/blood-born-smoke-fire-scene?page=27#ixzz5OGlPVs00
Review by ~Sapphire~ for NEW BLOOD- SABOTAGE phantomstar57 Here's your review! Kind of short, but I hope that's okay given the length of the fic cx Any questions, please ask me!
New Blood: Sabotage is a quick, exciting read and an intriguing addition to New Blood. The plot strikes the perfect balance between being simple enough to fit into a one-shot length story, and remaining interesting, while also fleshing out some important events in New Blood. The characters are consistent and realistic, while the action scenes are both vivid and thrilling, helping me to race through the story. However, I feel that some of the longer paragraphs could be split up to make the story easier to follow. A must read for all fans of New Blood!
Read more: wcrpforums.com/thread/1954/new-blood-sabotage?page=1#ixzz5S1vDOCbC
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Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 2, 2016 12:01:58 GMT -5
OTHER FAN FIC WRITINGS and CONTEST ENTRIES I am adding these that I can find from the old WFF so they are not lost forever.
FOR FROSTBLAZE's Aug 2015 "Enter Turtlepaw" Contest. Prompt-- ~Frostblaze~
“One of my fans, Emberflame201, mentioned something about her just picturing Turtlepaw walking out on Dawnpaw and never speaking to her again.
And it got me thinking...what could be running through Turtlepaw's head? Fury at Dawnpaw? Sorrow that she'll never be the same? Frustration at her obstinacy?
Well, what do you think? What's going through Turtlepaw's head when he looks at Dawnpaw so broken and vulnerable?
To enter the contest, simply post a page with the title, "Enter...Turtlepaw, for The Sun's Promise". The title/page does not have to be fancy, but it's perfectly fine if you want to jazz it up a little. Next, you will have to tell either chapters five or six (or both!) from Turtlepaw's point of view. I'll be judging on the accuracy of the dialogue/actions, and of Turtlepaw's personality.
The only rule I ask is that you do not, do not copy my own words. Trust me. I'll know.”
"Enter...Turtlepaw, for The Sun's Promise". Phantomstar's entry
(I entered this because the characters moved me, and the story popped into my head immediately, as my biggest fear in life is going blind. . . .)
I plodded out of camp, as Dawnpaw’s scathing words swirled in my head.
“Go patrol, practice fighting, hunting, just leave me alone! Go finish up your training, Turtlepaw. Go become a warrior,” echoed between my tall furry ears, fueling my shocked, hurt emotions.
Those words cut me to my soul, and I wondered why she lashed out at me, her best friend. Anger welled up, and though I tried to hunt, I felt distracted and blind-sided by Dawnpaw’s wrath. I hung my head, slapping each of my large paws down in growing rage, as I trod through the forest. I halfheartedly cast for a scent, but found nothing. My brown tabby pelt bristled, and abandoning the hunt,I bounded through the undergrowth, slashing the ground with unsheathed claws, venting my feelings, trying to understand her reaction. I wondered if I could ever forgive Dawnpaw for rejecting my help, and for speaking to me as if I never mattered to her.
“No,” I snarled as I ran. “I’m done with her, She’ll have to deal on her own.”
Ahead, through the brush, the trunk of a large tree appeared and I darted to it. I pounced on one of the large roots at the base, and dug my large wicked claws into the bark. I ripped at it, tearing pieces off, slinging them onto the ground behind me. I uttered a scream of outrage, which as the anguish twisted my insides, turned to a heartrending wail.
“I’ll never forgive you, never,” I shrieked. “You’ve taken me for granted for the last time. You are not my . . .”
Rustling in the tree above me stopped my tirade and I looked up. The wind keened, yanking free a shower of bright green leaves that drifted around my head before settling around me. My eyes widened, and my rage drained out of my big toes when I recognized the Cloud Sycamore. I felt a sting of shame for abusing its bark, but the leaves whispered again, and I peered up into the canopy. On impulse, I climbed until I reached a branch where I saw the landscape below me through the swaying foliage.
Sadness welled up inside me, and, after a long moment, I closed my eyes, shutting the scene gleaming in every shade of green from my sight. I considered how I might feel if my eyes stuck shut, closing the world of light and color from my own life permanently. Tantalizing scents wafted on the breezes, and I flared my nostrils to take them all in. Birds chirped in all notes on the scale, moving in the trees around me. My ears twitched as a hawk called, its cry fading on the wind. The squeaks of mice and the chatter of squirrels carried up from the forest floor. I squelchd the strong desire to open my eyes and see the myriad sources of all I sensed.
My stomach clenched with the stabbing epiphany that invaded my mind. The branch I rested on swayed gently, and I thought about Dawnpaw and her dreams, her hopes and everything she ever confided to me over our moons together. My throat constricted with new emotion, deep sympathy, and comprehension.
“I understand, Dawnpaw,” I mewed like a kit, eyes squeezed shut. “This is what you lost, never to see so far, so close, or any color and light again.” I gasped with sudden realization. "You'll never see the moon or Silverpelt again!"
I snapped open my eyes in a rush of panic, and surveyed the territory. My heartrate dropped as sunlight played over the landscape, illuminating the foliage of Green Leaf in full spectacular glory. Puffy white clouds raced on the wind, their shadows undulating across the hills, and stark browns and greys of rock faces and cliffs broke the carpet of vibrant jade, emerald and olive shades. Blue spots shimmered between the trees, reflected sunlight sparkling off of water sources. Birds swooped and soared over and through the canopy, filling the air with their songs and calls.
A sob ripped free of my throat, and my fur rippled down my stocky frame. My eyes burned with tears, and I understood her anger, her grief, and her annoyance. Through the moisture in my eyes, I glanced over the land again.I shivered, as sudden wrath flamed through my body at the rogue who took this from Dawnpaw. I inhaled deeply, calming myself, then climbed back down to the forest floor. I searched for the scent of prey, and my senses cleared as my resolve strengthened.
“I forgive you, Dawnpaw, and I always will be your friend, even when you think you, or I, don’t deserve it. That rogue will pay for what its done to you,” I growled, then spied a squirrel digging in the leaf litter. I crept up on the unsuspecting prey, and leaped, slamming it to the ground under my massive paws. I dispatched it swiftly, and carried it back to camp, determined to bring my best friend back from the brink of despair.
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Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 4, 2016 10:03:27 GMT -5
Phantomstar's & ♪♥♫◦°°Razz°°◦♫♥♪'s
CURSE Marathon page
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KYESTORM Kyestorm gazed out the window to the northeast, where her distant home lay. Her mate, kits, kin, and Clans seemed so utterly far away. Though she appreciated the comforts of two-leg life, warm bed, constant food, and protection from the elements, she longed for her Clan life. She wondered about her mate, Demonstone, and of course, her largest son, Phantomstar, who now lead ThunderClan. The enormous old red tabby Maine Coon elder shifted her weight on the window perch, pressing her nose to the crack in the sill, sniffing the cold air. She heaved a huge sigh of embarrassment, remembering how she let her guard down while hunting and a pair of two-legs startled her on the lake shore. They swooped her up in a fishy-smelling net, and carried her away. She fought the net, struggling to claw free of it, but it twisted and tightened around her until she exhausted herself. The last she saw of her clanmates, they swarmed around the lakeshore, calling to her, staying out of reach and sight of her captors. The total astonished terror on Demonstone's face seared into her memory, as Phantomstar cried, “Kyemama! We’ll find you!”The two-legs took her to a place full of other strange cats, where her current housefolk adopted her, taking her to this cozy cottage, but Kyestorm thought only about the life she lost. She yearned to escape and find her way home, but how? Her old joints creaked, paining her on cold nights, and she knew her age put her at a disadvantage. She pressed her face to the glass, her heart twisting with homesickenss, and her stomach clenched with despair. Too much distance separated her from her loved ones. "Demonstone, I miss you! Phantomstar, I wish you could find me, but I know you and your sisters can't leave your leader duties." Kyestorm uttered a sad keen. "I just want to come home. Oh StarClan, please let me go home!" "But, you are home," a soft meow interrupted her pining, and she turned to face a very pretty young tortoiseshell short-haired she-cat, who regarded her with sharp green eyes. Kyestorm gazed at her new hosuemate, then sagged against the window. "Lizzie," Kyestorm lay down on the perch, and mewled like a kit. "I know and I'm grateful for you and your generous hosuefolk, but, I'm not home. My mate, my kits, my family, are out there. I miss them all so much I can barely stand it."“I see that,” Lizzie walked over to the window. “It’s so cold out there now. You’d die trying to get home.”“We Maine Coons can handle the cold,” Kyestorm murmured, looking back out the window at the darkening sky. “I don’t know how to get out of here.”“Our housefolk are afraid you’ll run away.” Lizzie explained. “They know you’re a Maine Coon, a special cat. They only want you to be happy here. Like I do.”“They’re right. I would run at the first chance,” Kyestorm muttered, a growl rumbling in her chest, before she uttered a sad querulous cry. “My son is leader! Two of my daughters lead other Clans, and the third is deputy to her mate of the fourth Clan. The Clans prosper. Things are so good around the lake now. I wanted to live out my elder days with my beloved mate, being fussed over and loved by everyone. Now I’ll die far from home. Away from Demonstone.”“Don’t you like me? Don’t you consider me a friend?” Lizzie asked, her eyes wide with disappointment.“Yes, I do,” Kyestorm answered, a short purr rattling her voice. “I like you a lot, and your housefolk have been kind, reminding me of my original housefolk from suncycles ago, but, my heart belongs with the Clan that saved my life and the lives of my kits and mate so long ago.I love them all, and my heart breaks that they think I may be lost to them and they lost to me forever.” “There are Clan cats around here, a little ways in the mountains,” Lizzie said, flicking an ear thoughtfully. “Maybe they can help you?”“How? I can’t get out of here,” Kyestorm lamented.
LIZZIE
Lizzie sat on the arm of the plush red couch in the living room, studying the russet red tabby she-cat sitting on the windowsill. The red queen was easily twice her size, and had paws the size of her head. Well, maybe not quite that large, but, let's face it, Lizzie tended to exaggerate at times.The red queen seemed upset, her head low, eyes tapered at the ends and tail hanging, limp, off the windowsill. The tip of the beautiful cats tail twitched methodically every few moments.Lizzie remembered the day that Kyestorm, the red Maine Coon, had arrived at her home, seemingly elderly and frail. Within moments of her release, however, Kyestorm snarled and clawed at both Lizzie's humans and her.This confused Lizzie. Why was Kyestorm so angry at being rescued? She was very likely to be caught and killed by something monstrous in the forest where Lizzie's humans had vacationed, something like a fox or badger. It wasn't like Kyestorm was a young cat. Illness was also a great factor of wilderness living, and Kyestorm was just too old to fend off sickness."Demonstone, I miss you! Phantomstar, I wish you could find me, but I know you and your sisters can't leave your leader duties! I just want to come home. Oh StarClan, please let me go home!"A mournful keen from Kyestorm made Lizzie kick out of her thoughts."But you are home." Lizzie spoke to Kyestorm gently, her voice rippling with confusion and uncertainty. Was she doing something wrong?"Lizzie, I know and I'm grateful for you and your generous hosuefolk, but, I'm not home. My mate, my kits, my family, are out there. I miss them all so much I can barely stand it."Kyestorm mewled like a kitten, and Lizzie watched as she laid down on the windowsill, resting her head dramatically against the pane of glass separating them from the world outside."I see that." Lizzie said it carefully this time, jumping gracefully from the arm of the couch and approaching the windowsill where Kyestorm sat. She sat below it, and then lunged up onto the windowsill beside the one the red queen was resting against. "But it's so cold out there now. You'd die trying to get home.""We Maine Coons can handle the cold." Kyestorm's voice was cold as she turned her head to gaze out the window at the quickly darkening sky. "I don't know how to get out of here."Lizzie sighed, turning her emerald green eyes to the white painted wood of her perch. “Our housefolk are afraid you’ll run away.” She explained, “They know you’re a Maine Coon, a special cat. They only want you to be happy here. Like I do.”“They’re right. I would run at the first chance,” Kyestorm muttered, a growl rumbling in her chest, before she uttered a sad querulous cry. “My son is leader! Two of my daughters lead other Clans, and the third is deputy to her mate of the fourth Clan. The Clans prosper. Things are so good around the lake now. I wanted to live out my elder days with my beloved mate, being fussed over and loved by everyone. Now I’ll die far from home. Away from Demonstone.”Lizzie watched the ailing queen with misery, a spark of hurt kindling in her chest."Don't you like me? Don't you consider me a friend?"Lizzie's eyes read her disappointment, and her lips curved downwards into a frown. Lizzie had spent a good portion of her time attempting to befriend the red queen.“Yes, I do,” Kyestorm answered, a short purr rattling her voice. “I like you a lot, and your housefolk have been kind, reminding me of my original housefolk from suncycles ago, but, my heart belongs with the Clan that saved my life and the lives of my kits and mate so long ago. I love them all, and my heart breaks that they think I may be lost to them and they lost to me forever.”Lizzie felt hope take flight in her heart as she remembered something that might help the red queen. "There are clan cats around here, a little ways into the mountains. Maybe they could help you." One of her ears flicked thoughtfully as she began formulating a plan."How? I can't get out of here." Kyestorm's complaining made Lizzie roll her eyes."I may just have a way. Let me think a moment, Kyestorm."After a moment, Lizzie's face tipped upwards into a mischievous grin. "A helpful friend taught me this trick at one point." With a soft grunt, Lizzie leaped off of the windowsill, and ran for the door locking them into the living room while her humans slept.With a soft growl, she lunged upwards, hooking a paw around the circular doorknob. She tipped her body backwards hard, her paw around the doorknob turning it slowly.But it wasn't quite enough.She fell to the hard wood with a louder growl.
KYESTORM
Kyestorm watched Lizzie, curiosity burning in her heart, staving off another wave of homesickness. Old memories flittered around in her head, as she watched her new friend. Lizzie rose to her feet, and with determination, jumped at the doorknob, and held on. Her paws slipped on the smooth brass, but Kyestorm eyed the knob as it turned. She leaped off of the window perch, hurrying over to Lizzie, as the old mischievous feelings rose up from the depths of her mind. She remembered opening doors out into her housefolk’s gardens many seasoncycles ago.“I can help!” she meowed, hope flashing though her. Kyestorm reared up beside Lizzie and pressed her massive paws on the slippery knob. She grasped it with her long toes.“Climb my back!” Kyestorm called out. “Get a good grip from there. Don’t worry if you accidentally scratch me.”“This is crazy,” Lizzie muttered, but jumped up on the Maine Coon queens’s back. Grasping her with strong hind legs, she reached out, her chest resting on Kyestome’s ample shoulders, and placed her paws on the knob.“Turn now, while I have a good grip!” Kyestorm yowled. Together they worked the slick metal handle, and it turned. But the door remained closed. Kyestorm felt her grip slip.“Why won’t it open?” she cried.“Pull back!” Lizzie meowed, and leaped sideways off Kyestorm’s back. “You have to pull back!”With Lizzie clear of her, Kyestorm shifted her weight, and her hindpaws slipped out from under her. She clutched the doorknob as she fell, and it opened just as she toppled over onto her back. Lizzie darted forward, hooked her claws under the door, and pulled it open. Kyestorm scrambled to her feet and darted out into the dark hallway. She halted, and looked back, confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. As Lizzie walked out of the room, Kyestorm peered back into it, eyeing the cozy sofa, her soft bed, the full food dishes and water bowl and felt a short pang of regret.“I really am grateful to your housefolk and I’m so sorry I clawed one of them when I first arrived. I’ve been nice since, and even purr for them,” Kyestorm apologized, meeting Lizzie’s sharp green gaze.“I know,” Lizzie replied. “I am glad you calmed down, and they really like you. Are you sure you must leave us?’“Yes, I really miss my family. I have to try and go back,” Kyestorm explained, then a thought occurred to her. “Won’t your housefolk be really angry if you help me escape?’“Nah.” Lizzie flicked her tail. “I’m always sneaking out on them. They’ll be disappointed you got out, but they’ll blame themselves more for not keeping an eye on me better.’Kyestorm looked down the dark hallway. Moonlight slanted into the window, and Kyestorm felt another stab of longing for her home and family. She looked at Lizzzie.“What do we do now?” "Follow me," Lizzie answered. "We'll try my cat door. Maybe my housefokk forgot it seeing they had you locked in the livingroom." Kyestorm followed her new friend down the hall into the dark kitchen. Lizzie led her to the back door, where Kyestorm noticed a strange flap covering an obvioushole in the door. Lizzie tentatively pushed a paw against the flap and it gave way. She turned glowing green eyes to Kyestorm, and bared the tips of her fangs in a grin. "They forgot to secure it," Lizzie purred. "Too worried about other doors. Come on." The pretty patched tabby slipped through the opening, and Kyestorm eyed it with concern. She followed, and stuck her head through. Despite her concern, she pushed forward, before her body stuck fast in the hole. Kyestorm uttered a squeak, cutting off a wail by snapping her jaws shut. Lizzie looked back, standing in the snow, silhouetted by the moon. "What's wrong?" "I'm stuck!" Kyestorm hissed. "Ate too much?" Lizzie tittered, before tilting her head. "Not funny! My shoulders are stuck!" Kyestorm spat. "Why is this so small?" "To keep wildlife out," Lizzie answered. "Wiggle a bit." Kystorm growled, exhaling before twisting and turning like a snake in a trap. Her body tilted just enough to free her shoulders and she thrust through the door, leaving clumps of her red pelt behind. She stumbled out into the snow, stood up, shook herself, then trotted after Lizzie. They traveled through the snows toward the mountains. Kyestorm felt the pull in her heart from them, and knew she needed to keep moving toward those peaks. The ground grew rough, with craggy stones, and steep terrain. A hiss from the brush stopped them, and Lizzie backed up to stad beside Kyestorm. "Who trespasses on MountainClan territory?" A long-pelted tortoiseshell and white she-cat with intense green eyes stepped out from behind a rock. Kyestorm inhaled sharply, staring at the she-cat. "We do," Lizzie answered. "Sorry, but my companion needs to find her way home." "Yes," Kyestorm shook herself, meeting the other cats evergreen gaze. "Forgive me, but you look the mirror image of one of my daughters, who left the clan many seasons ago with her mate, who lived in some far away clan. I am Kyestorm of ThunderClan." The shaggy she-cat eyed Kyestorm, expression thoughtful, ears erect. "Hello, Kyestorm. I am Shadowface of MountainClan. So, you come from one of the ancient Clans we thought long gone? Perhaps the stories my grandfather spoke were true after all." Shadowface stepped forward and inspected Kyestorm. "Large one, aren't you?" "What stories?" Kyestorm asked, hopeful to hear anything about Autumnglory. "It is said my greatgrandfather's mother was an outsider, a cat who supposedly came from one of those Clans from far over the Mountains." Shadowface flicked her long fluffy tail. "She adapted well to our lands, and she was supposedly very large, like you. She was proud of her heritage but what type of cat she claimed to be was lost long ago." "She was a Maine Coon, like me. You look so much like her," Kyestorm murmured, before lifting her head toward the peaks. "I need to get home." "I will help you." Shadowface nodded. "An elder should not be traveling alone out here." "Do you need me?" Lizzie spoke up. "Go home, and be safe," Kyestorm gazed at her new friend fondly. "Thank you for everything." "I can help," Lizzie insisted. "It's dangerous lands up there. No place for a kittypet," Shadowface said firmly, but her voice rattled with an amused purr, taking the sting from her tone. "All right," Lizzie capitulated, and Kyestorm saw relief in her friend;s bright green eyes. "I'll wait until you're out of sight." "Thank you," Kyestorm moved to Lizzie and wrapped her thick tail around Lizzie's shoulders. "Stay safe and warm. I won't forget you." "Nor I you," Lizzie mewed. "Let's move," Shadowface interupted, and Kyestorm heard the impatience in her voice. "I can get you over the ridge by sunrise. But I must let my clan know what is going on." "Fare well, Lizzie," Kyestorm called as she followed Shadowface. Lizzie sat down, watching. "Take care, Kyestorm. May your StarClan watch over your pawsteps." Kyestorm waved her tail, glancing back once, feeling a stab of grief at leaving Lizzie. She faced forward, trotting in Shadowface's wake. "I can't!" Lizzie's voice startled her. "I cant let you travel alone once you leave MountianClan." Kyestorm felt Lizzie rush up alongside her. "It's dangerous," Kyestorm growled. "And cold." "Lizzie," Shadowface grumbled irritably. "Go home." "No!" Lizzie spat with temper. "I'm coming. I'll make sure you get home, then I can come back." "Alone?" Kyestorm retorted. "The ancient clan lands are far away." Shadowface said. "It will take moons, maybe even seasons to get there." "Don't you care about your housefolk?" Kyestorm asked, remembering that long ago fire that forced her and Demonstone away from their housefolk and into the wild. "You two work this out," Shadowface interrupted with a snort. "I'll be back." Shadowface vanished into the rocks, and Kyestorm stared at Lizzie for many long minutes, waiting for an answer. "I do, but, I don't want to leave you either. I need to know you'll be safe," Lizzie responded, stubbornness evident in her bristling fur. "I may be old, but I'm not infirm yet," Kyestorm lifted a huge cream paw and flashed her huge claws. "'ll be fine." "Stubborn old geezer. . . " Lizzie mewled in frustration, before uttering a gusty sigh. "But . . . " "You two done bickering?" Shadiwface's voice startled Kyestorm and she leaped straight up, spraying snow everywhere, landing with claws unsheathed. "Mousedung!" Kyestorm sputtered. "Good reflexes for an old one." Shadowface purred with mirth, then leveled her unusual green eyes on Lizzie. "Go home, Lizzie. This will be a long, cold dangerous journey." "But who will guide her once she leaves your territory?" Lizzie protested. "I've spoken to my Clan Leader, so I can go as far as we need to. Beyond those peaks is another ridge where it is said Tribes live, related to the ancient Clans." Shadowface explained. "They will help guide you." "The Tribes still exist," Kyestorm confirmed. "If you point me there I can get home." "Agreed." Shadowface faced Lizzie. "Stubborn little she cat. You must make this decision carefully. It s time t decide, Give up your kittypet life and go with us, or go home." (Ok Razz! What does Lizzie do?)
LIZZIE
Lizzie made yet another lunge for the doorknob, holding on to the best of her abilities, grunting with effort as the knob gave just a small bit, before she collapsed to the ground, flattening her ears. A growl rose in her throat when she heard the thump on the floor behind her, signaling the red queen's departure from the windowsill. She gave a little mrrow of confusion when Kyestorm appeared beside her, rearing onto her hindpaws to hold on to the knob far better than Lizzie could ever hope to.
At the prompting from the red queen, Lizzie screwed up her face, muttering under her breath.
"This is crazy," she lamented softly, thought she bunched her hindlegs and vaulted onto the massive russet she-cat's back. She braced against the she-cat's hips, stretching upwards so that her chest was planted on Kyestorm's shoulders, placing smaller paws on the knob. She reacted quickly to the yowl of the red queen, flipping the knob as hard as she could, giving a small growl of frustration when it didn't open, and Kyestorm began to slip, crying out desperately.
“Why won’t it open?”
“Pull back!” Lizzie meowed, and leaped sideways off Kyestorm’s back. “You have to pull back!”
Now that Lizzie had fallen clear, Kyestorm toppled backwards, holding on to the knob with all her might. It creaked open as the russet she-cat collapsed onto her back, and Lizzie reacted quickly, darting forwards and hooking her claws around the side of the door, pulling it open deftly. Kyestorm was out the door in a second, and Lizzie followed, a bit calmer than her companion. She watched the red she-cat pay a sad glance at the room as the door slowly closed behind them. She perked her ears at Kyestorm's next lament, apologizing to her.
“I really am grateful to your housefolk and I’m so sorry I clawed one of them when I first arrived. I’ve been nice since, and even purr for them,” Kyestorm apologized, meeting the other's gaze.
“I know,” Lizzie replied, not breaking eye contact, “I am glad you calmed down, and they really like you. Are you sure you must leave us?"
“Yes, I really miss my family. I have to try and go back,” Kyestorm explained sadly, before adding as an afterthought, “Won’t your housefolk be really angry if you help me escape?"
“Nah,” Lizzie flicked her tail, looking away, “I’m always sneaking out on them. They’ll be disappointed you got out, but they’ll blame themselves more for not keeping an eye on me better."
“What do we do now?” the red queen asked, and Lizzie flicked an ear, standing up calmly.
"Follow me," she answered, "We'll try the cat door. Maybe the housefolk forgot it, seeing that they had us locked in the living room."
She turned down the hallway, heading for the kitchen silently. There she flicked her ears and stretched out a paw, tentatively pressing against the flap on the back door that gave her access in and out of the house. It gave way under the pressure, and Lizzie turned luminescent green eyes to the red queen, baring her teeth in a feral grin.
"They forgot to secure it," Lizzie purred, "too worried about other doors. Come on."
The tortoiseshell she-cat slipped out the opening, turning around, paws buried in the shallow snow. She flicked an ear, silhouetted by the moon as she caught sight of the red queen's predicament.
"What's wrong?" she asked, confused by the holdup.
"I'm stuck!" Kyestorm hissed.
"Ate too much?" Lizzie tittered, before tilting her head in amusement. It was quite funny, the russet Maine Coon getting stuck so easily.
"Not funny! My shoulders are stuck!" Kyestorm spat, "Why is this so small?"
"To keep wildlife out," Lizzie answered simply, as though the answer was obvious, "Wiggle a bit."
Kystorm growled, exhaling before twisting and turning like a snake in a trap. Her body tilted just enough to free her shoulders and she thrust through the door, leaving clumps of her red pelt behind. She stumbled out into the snow, stood up, shook herself, then trotted after Lizzie, who had already turned away and begun moving towards the mountain range.
They traveled through the snows toward the mountains. The ground grew rough, with craggy stones, and steep terrain. A hiss from the brush stopped them, and Lizzie backed up to stand beside Kyestorm, emerald eyes narrowed fiercely, her hackles rising slightly at the threat.
"Who trespasses on MountainClan territory?" A long-pelted tortoiseshell and white she-cat with intense green eyes stepped out from behind a rock. Kyestorm inhaled sharply, staring at the she-cat, and Lizzie flattened her ears, struggling for a good answer.
"We do," Lizzie answered finally, "Sorry, but my companion needs to find her way home."
"Yes," Kyestorm shook herself, meeting the other cats evergreen gaze. "Forgive me, but you look the mirror image of one of my daughters, who left the clan many seasons ago with her mate, who lived in some far away clan. I am Kyestorm of ThunderClan."
The shaggy she-cat eyed Kyestorm, expression thoughtful, ears erect. Lizzie stood silent, dropping her fur so that she was no longer looking threatening.
"Hello, Kyestorm. I am Shadowface of MountainClan. So, you come from one of the ancient Clans we thought long gone? Perhaps the stories my grandfather spoke were true after all," Shadowface stepped forward and inspected Kyestorm, "Large one, aren't you?"
"What stories?" Kyestorm asked, and Lizzie could see hope glimmering in her eyes. The old queen seemed to be seeking something, prehaps a name.
"It is said my greatgrandfather's mother was an outsider, a cat who supposedly came from one of those Clans from far over the Mountains," Shadowface flicked her long fluffy tail, "She adapted well to our lands, and she was supposedly very large, like you. She was proud of her heritage but what type of cat she claimed to be was lost long ago."
"She was a Maine Coon, like me. You look so much like her," Kyestorm murmured, before lifting her head toward the peaks, adding "I need to get home."
"I will help you." Shadowface nodded. "An elder should not be traveling alone out here." "Do you need me?" Lizzie spoke up, looking a little bit put out. She had been the one to get Kyestorm out here, and was being pretty much ignored. She didn't blame the red queen, but it was tiring for a young cat like her to not get any attention at all.
"Go home, and be safe," Kyestorm gazed at her new friend fondly "Thank you for everything."
"I can help," Lizzie insisted, not wanting to be left out of the adventure she'd helped start.
"It's dangerous lands up there. No place for a kittypet," Shadowface said firmly, but her voice rattled with an amused purr, taking the sting from her tone.
"All right," Lizzie capitulated, and Kyestorm saw relief in her friend's bright green eyes, "I'll wait until you're out of sight." She felt a bit put out, but still relieved that they weren't going to actually beg her to go.
"Thank you," Kyestorm moved to Lizzie and wrapped her thick tail around Lizzie's shoulders, "Stay safe and warm. I won't forget you."
Lizzie purred slightly at the farewell from the red queen, and turned sad eyes to her.
"Nor I you," Lizzie mewed.
"Let's move," Shadowface interupted, and Kyestorm heard the impatience in her voice. "I can get you over the ridge by sunrise. But I must let my clan know what is going on."
"Farewell, Lizzie," Kyestorm called as she followed Shadowface. Lizzie sat down, watching, feeling her heart flutter against her ribs like a trapped starling.
"Take care, Kyestorm. May your StarClan watch over your pawsteps," she called, blinking green eyes.
Kyestorm waved her tail, glancing back once, feeling a stab of grief at leaving Lizzie. She faced forward, trotting in Shadowface's wake.
Lizzie sat still for only a few seconds, before a harsh twist in her stomach sent her flying onto her paws.
"I can't!" Lizzie wailed, startling Kyestorm, "I can't let you travel alone once you leave MountianClan."
The tortoiseshell she-cat raced to the red queen's side, drawing up close to them.
"It's dangerous," Kyestorm growled, "And cold."
"Lizzie," Shadowface grumbled irritably. "Go home."
"No!" Lizzie spat with temper. "I'm coming. I'll make sure you get home, then I can come back."
Irritation at being brushed off as useless so easily came up into her voice far easier than she'd expected, and she chastised herself for getting so defensive and childish so quickly.
"Alone?" Kyestorm retorted.
"The ancient clan lands are far away." Shadowface said. "It will take moons, maybe even seasons to get there."
"Don't you care about your housefolk?" Kyestorm asked, and Lizzie flattened her ears at the tag teaming, crouching down slightly like a chastised kit.
"You two work this out," Shadowface interrupted with a snort. "I'll be back."
As the long furred she-cat disappeared into the rocks, Kyestorm's gaze honed in on Lizzie, and they sat in silence for several long minutes, before the smaller cat drew herself up into a sitting position, trying to look more mature and strong than she was.
"I do, but I don't want to leave you either. I need to know you'll be safe," Lizzie responded, stubbornness evident in her bristling fur.
"I may be old, but I'm not infirm yet," Kyestorm lifted a huge cream paw and flashed her huge claws. "I'll be fine."
"Stubborn old geezer. . . " Lizzie mewled in frustration, before uttering a gusty sigh. "But . . . " She looked terribly put out, and turned her green gaze to the snow, locking in on it.
"You two done bickering?" Shadowface's voice startled Kyestorm, and Lizzie was sprayed with snow as the red queen leaped into the air with shock, sending a spray of snow out in all directions. She gave a little meow of protest, and shook herself to get the cold snow off of her dark pelt.
"Mousedung!" Kyestorm sputtered.
"Good reflexes for an old one." Shadowface purred with mirth, then leveled her unusual green eyes on Lizzie. "Go home, Lizzie. This will be a long, cold dangerous journey."
"But who will guide her once she leaves your territory?" Lizzie protested, feeling insulted by the clan cat.
"I've spoken to my Clan Leader, so I can go as far as we need to. Beyond those peaks is another ridge where it is said Tribes live, related to the ancient Clans." Shadowface explained. "They will help guide you."
"The Tribes still exist," Kyestorm confirmed. "If you point me there I can get home."
"Agreed." Shadowface faced Lizzie. "Stubborn little she cat. You must make this decision carefully. It's time to decide, Give up your kittypet life and go with us, or go home."
Lizzie felt her heart hammer in her chest now that she was truly being faced with the gravity of her decision. She turned green eyes to the snow, taking a deep breath, and then looking upwards, determined to make the right choice.
"I'll go with you," she meowed firmly, standing up with as much dignity as she could muster.
The young tortoiseshell had never been outside of her home for longer than a few days at a time. She didn't really understand what a big choice she'd just made, but her heart told her it was the right one. Her housefolk could get another cat, a nicer one than she was, and maybe they'd be happier. And she could escort the red queen to her home, and be sure that she made it through her journey.
She turned her gaze to the ground, looking a bit saddened for a moment, and then she looked up at Shadowface and Kyestorm.
"Are we going to move?" she asked softly, tipping her head. It occurred to her just then that she was both the smallest and the only one without long fur in their little group. Determined not to let it bother her, she fluffed out her coat, standing as tall as she could get herself, still barely reaching Kyestorm's shoulder. She waited for one of the two others to lead the way, looking both nervous and confident, a strange combo that Lizzie was very good at pulling off.
KYESTORM
Kyestorm gazed at Lizzie, happy her new friend decided to accompany her, but also worried about her safely. She rumbled deep in her chest, and flexed her her claws, determined to bring Lizzie safely to ThunderClan, where she knew her family and Clan would welcome her with sheathed paws and purrs.
(will get back to this soon!!! Busy week ahead with Hubby home on vacation!)
Shadow Razz and I are continuing! You are welcome to join with Shadowface's pov at any time!
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Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 4, 2016 10:45:03 GMT -5
𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 I think I managed to get some of your coding and changed colors but the text is against the left edge. How to I give it space?
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Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 4, 2016 10:48:27 GMT -5
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Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 9, 2016 13:46:25 GMT -5
So happy the coding commands I enter or chanege are WORKING today!
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Post by phantomstar57 on Sept 1, 2016 21:03:22 GMT -5
Razz Remember the Curse Marathon? Should we finish our tale?
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Post by phantomstar57 on Sept 2, 2016 13:21:09 GMT -5
Oh my god, lol, it's such an old writing thing! Let's do it! XD Its just cool and fun. In thsi tale Kyestorm is an old geezer she-cat! I'd have to re-read but I think she's 15 or 16? LOL Lizzie's up next! LOL We can do it here and I can post it in the story as we go. I have the feeling Lizzie is gonna be a travilin'!
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Post by Razz on Sept 2, 2016 19:00:37 GMT -5
Lizzie made yet another lunge for the doorknob, holding on to the best of her abilities, grunting with effort as the knob gave just a small bit, before she collapsed to the ground, flattening her ears. A growl was rising in her throat when she heard the thump on the floor behind her, signalling the red queen's departure from the windowsill. She gave a little mrrow of confusion when Kyestorm appeared beside her, rearing onto her hindpaws to hold on to the knob far better than Lizzie could ever hope to. At the prompting from the red queen, Lizzie screwed up her face, muttering under her breath. "This is crazy," she lamented softly, thought she bunched her hindlegs and vaulted onto the massive russet she-cat's back. She braced against the she-cat's hips, stretching upwards so that her chest was planted on Kyestorm's shoulders, placing smaller paws on the knob. She reacted quickly to the yowl of the red queen, flipping the knob as hard as she could, giving a small growl of frusteration when it didn't open, and Kyestorm began to slip, crying out desperately. “Why won’t it open?” “Pull back!” Lizzie meowed, and leaped sideways off Kyestorm’s back. “You have to pull back!” Now that Lizzie had fallen clear, Kyestorm was able to topple backwards, holding on to the knob with all her might. It creaked open as the russet she-cat collapsed onto her back, and Lizzie reacted quickly, darting forwards and hooking her claws around the side of the door, pulling it open deftly. Kyestorm was out the door in a second, and Lizzie followed, a bit calmer than her companion. She watched the red she-cat pay a sad glance at the room as the door slowly closed behind them. She perked her ears at Kyestorm's next lament, apologizing to her. “I really am grateful to your housefolk and I’m so sorry I clawed one of them when I first arrived. I’ve been nice since, and even purr for them,” Kyestorm apologized, meeting the other's gaze. “I know,” Lizzie replied, not breaking eye contact, “I am glad you calmed down, and they really like you. Are you sure you must leave us?" “Yes, I really miss my family. I have to try and go back,” Kyestorm explained sadly, before adding as an afterthought, “Won’t your housefolk be really angry if you help me escape?" “Nah,” Lizzie flicked her tail, looking away, “I’m always sneaking out on them. They’ll be disappointed you got out, but they’ll blame themselves more for not keeping an eye on me better." “What do we do now?” the red queen asked, and Lizzie flicked an ear, standing up calmly. "Follow me," she answered, "We'll try the cat door. Maybe the housefolk forgot it, seeing that they had us locked in the living room." She turned down the hallway, heading for the kitchen silently. There she flicked her ears and stretched out a paw, tentatively pressing against the flap on the back door that gave her access in and out of the house. It gave way under the pressure, and Lizzie turned luminescent green eyes to the red queen, baring her teeth in a feral grin. "They forgot to secure it," Lizzie purred, "too worried about other doors. Come on." The tortoiseshell she-cat slipped out the opening, turning around, paws buried in the shallow snow. She flicked an ear, silhouetted by the moon as she caught sight of the red queen's predicament. "What's wrong?" she asked, confused by the holdup. "I'm stuck!" Kyestorm hissed. "Ate too much?" Lizzie tittered, before tilting her head in amusement. It was quite funny, the russet Maine Coon getting stuck so easily. "Not funny! My shoulders are stuck!" Kyestorm spat, "Why is this so small?" "To keep wildlife out," Lizzie answered simply, as though the answer was obvious, "Wiggle a bit." Kystorm growled, exhaling before twisting and turning like a snake in a trap. Her body tilted just enough to free her shoulders and she thrust through the door, leaving clumps of her red pelt behind. She stumbled out into the snow, stood up, shook herself, then trotted after Lizzie, who had already turned away and begun moving towards the mountain range. They traveled through the snows toward the mountains. The ground grew rough, with craggy stones, and steep terrain. A hiss from the brush stopped them, and Lizzie backed up to stand beside Kyestorm, emerald eyes narrowed fiercely, her hackles rising slightly at the threat. "Who trespasses on MountainClan territory?" A long-pelted tortoiseshell and white she-cat with intense green eyes stepped out from behind a rock. Kyestorm inhaled sharply, staring at the she-cat, and Lizzie flattened her ears, struggling for a good answer. "We do," Lizzie answered finally, "Sorry, but my companion needs to find her way home." "Yes," Kyestorm shook herself, meeting the other cats evergreen gaze. "Forgive me, but you look the mirror image of one of my daughters, who left the clan many seasons ago with her mate, who lived in some far away clan. I am Kyestorm of ThunderClan." The shaggy she-cat eyed Kyestorm, expression thoughtful, ears erect. Lizzie stood silent, dropping her fur so that she was no longer looking threatening. "Hello, Kyestorm. I am Shadowface of MountainClan. So, you come from one of the ancient Clans we thought long gone? Perhaps the stories my grandfather spoke were true after all," Shadowface stepped forward and inspected Kyestorm, "Large one, aren't you?" "What stories?" Kyestorm asked, and Lizzie could see hope glimmering in her eyes. The old queen seemed to be seeking something, prehaps a name. "It is said my greatgrandfather's mother was an outsider, a cat who supposedly came from one of those Clans from far over the Mountains," Shadowface flicked her long fluffy tail, "She adapted well to our lands, and she was supposedly very large, like you. She was proud of her heritage but what type of cat she claimed to be was lost long ago." "She was a Maine Coon, like me. You look so much like her," Kyestorm murmured, before lifting her head toward the peaks, adding "I need to get home." "I will help you." Shadowface nodded. "An elder should not be traveling alone out here." "Do you need me?" Lizzie spoke up, looking a little bit put out. She had been the one to get Kyestorm out here, and was being pretty much ignored. She didn't blame the red queen, but it was tiring for a young cat like her to not get any attention at all. "Go home, and be safe," Kyestorm gazed at her new friend fondly "Thank you for everything." "I can help," Lizzie insisted, not wanting to be left out of the adventure she'd helped start. "It's dangerous lands up there. No place for a kittypet," Shadowface said firmly, but her voice rattled with an amused purr, taking the sting from her tone. "All right," Lizzie capitulated, and Kyestorm saw relief in her friend's bright green eyes, "I'll wait until you're out of sight." She looked a bit put out, but still relieved that they weren't going to actually beg her to go. "Thank you," Kyestorm moved to Lizzie and wrapped her thick tail around Lizzie's shoulders, "Stay safe and warm. I won't forget you." Lizzie purred slightly at the farewell from the red queen, and turned sad eyes to her. "Nor I you," Lizzie mewed. "Let's move," Shadowface interupted, and Kyestorm heard the impatience in her voice. "I can get you over the ridge by sunrise. But I must let my clan know what is going on." "Farewell, Lizzie," Kyestorm called as she followed Shadowface. Lizzie sat down, watching, feeling her heart flutter against her ribs like a trapped starling. "Take care, Kyestorm. May your StarClan watch over your pawsteps," she called, blinking green eyes. Kyestorm waved her tail, glancing back once, feeling a stab of grief at leaving Lizzie. She faced forward, trotting in Shadowface's wake. Lizzie sat still for only a few seconds, before a harsh twist in her stomach sent her flying onto her paws. "I can't!" Lizzie wailed, startling Kyestorm, "I can't let you travel alone once you leave MountianClan." The tortoiseshell she-cat raced to the red queen's side, drawing up close to them. "It's dangerous," Kyestorm growled, "And cold." "Lizzie," Shadowface grumbled irritably. "Go home." "No!" Lizzie spat with temper. "I'm coming. I'll make sure you get home, then I can come back." Irritation at being brushed off as useless so easily came up into her voice far easier than she'd expected, and she chastised herself for getting so defensive and childish so quickly. "Alone?" Kyestorm retorted. "The ancient clan lands are far away." Shadowface said. "It will take moons, maybe even seasons to get there." "Don't you care about your housefolk?" Kyestorm asked, and Lizzie flattened her ears at the tag teaming, crouching down slightly like a chastised kit. "You two work this out," Shadowface interrupted with a snort. "I'll be back." As the long furred she-cat disappeared into the rocks, Kyestorm's gaze honed in on Lizzie, and they sat in silence for several long minutes, before the smaller cat drew herself up into a sitting position, trying to look more mature and strong than she was. "I do, but I don't want to leave you either. I need to know you'll be safe," Lizzie responded, stubbornness evident in her bristling fur. "I may be old, but I'm not infirm yet," Kyestorm lifted a huge cream paw and flashed her huge claws. "I'll be fine." "Stubborn old geezer. . . " Lizzie mewled in frustration, before uttering a gusty sigh. "But . . . " She looked terribly put out, and turned her green gaze to the snow, locking in on it. "You two done bickering?" Shadowface's voice startled Kyestorm, and Lizzie was sprayed with snow as the red queen leaped into the air with shock, sending a spray of snow out in all directions. She gave a little meow of protest, and shook herself to get the cold snow off of her dark pelt. "Mousedung!" Kyestorm sputtered. "Good reflexes for an old one." Shadowface purred with mirth, then leveled her unusual green eyes on Lizzie. "Go home, Lizzie. This will be a long, cold dangerous journey." "But who will guide her once she leaves your territory?" Lizzie protested, feeling insulted by the clan cat. "I've spoken to my Clan Leader, so I can go as far as we need to. Beyond those peaks is another ridge where it is said Tribes live, related to the ancient Clans." Shadowface explained. "They will help guide you." "The Tribes still exist," Kyestorm confirmed. "If you point me there I can get home." "Agreed." Shadowface faced Lizzie. "Stubborn little she cat. You must make this decision carefully. It's time to decide, Give up your kittypet life and go with us, or go home." Lizzie felt her heart hammer in her chest now that she was truly being faced with the gravity of her decision. She turned green eyes to the snow, taking a deep breath, and then looking upwards, determined to make the right choice. "I'll go with you," she meowed firmly, standing up with as much dignity as she could muster. The young tortoiseshell had never been outside of her home for longer than a few days at a time. She didn't really understand what a big choice she'd just made, but her heart told her it was the right one. Her housefolk could get another cat, a nicer one than she was, and maybe they'd be happier. And she could escort the red queen to her home, and be sure that she made it through her journey. She turned her gaze to the ground, looking a bit saddened for a moment, and then she looked up at Shadowface and Kyestorm. "Are we going to move?" she asked softly, tipping her head. It occurred to her just then that she was both the smallest and the only one without long fur in their little group. Determined not to let it bother her, she fluffed out her coat, standing as tall as she could get herself, still barely reaching Kyestorm's shoulder. She waited for one of the two others to lead the way, looking both nervous and confident, a strange combo that Lizzie was very good at pulling off.
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Post by phantomstar57 on Sept 2, 2016 23:30:00 GMT -5
Looks like you did pretty well! I'll get it up in the next few days! Busy weekend coming up! Cool to be working on this again!
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Post by phantomstar57 on Sept 5, 2016 12:17:03 GMT -5
Razz LIzzie's pov up! Now its my turn. . .tho it may be a number of days before I get it written! I'm writing this on the fky-no notes, no rough draft. . just let the characters do their thing! Should we move it to its own page do you think?
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Post by phantomstar57 on Sept 6, 2016 13:06:29 GMT -5
That's fine! And up to you, it might be wise so that we don't clutter up here. OK I'll make a new thread!
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Post by Spottail on Nov 15, 2016 18:07:31 GMT -5
Can ya send me a link to that new thread? Its a good story
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Post by Spottail on Nov 22, 2016 23:00:06 GMT -5
Phantom witch name do ya like better Cranberrysnow or Cranberryspots?
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Post by phantomstar57 on Nov 22, 2016 23:05:29 GMT -5
Phantom witch name do ya like better Cranberrysnow or Cranberryspots? Cranberrysnow :-)
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Post by Spottail on Nov 23, 2016 9:20:10 GMT -5
Thank's Phantom that's perfect
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Post by Spottail on Nov 23, 2016 10:02:00 GMT -5
Oh, and I forgot to tell ya that I started writing more of the survivors 6
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Post by Spottail on Nov 24, 2016 18:16:38 GMT -5
Happy thanksgiving Phamtom
You're welcome to read the new stuff if ya want
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Post by phantomstar57 on Nov 25, 2016 13:53:43 GMT -5
Happy thanksgiving Phamtom You're welcome to read the new stuff if ya want Thank you! We had a houseful yesterday! I haven;t had time to post here much! I sure will when things calm down around here! I did hurt my knee so can't do a lot right now so may have time to read more!
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Post by Spottail on Nov 26, 2016 16:44:14 GMT -5
You're welcome and I hope ya like the new update
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Post by phantomstar57 on Feb 2, 2017 12:58:17 GMT -5
A new Maine Coon will be joining our household! In 2015 we wanted her, but the breeder kept her for breeding purposes, but since JaJa can't seem to get pregnant, the breeder offered her up for adoption! I happened to stumble on the page and inquired. Long story short, one year old JaJa, Abby and Darwin's half sister, will join us on Feb 2th! She and her half siblings will show up in a New Blood story in the future!
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Post by Spottail on Feb 2, 2017 13:42:00 GMT -5
That's so cool Phantom only one day before ya get them
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Post by phantomstar57 on Feb 2, 2017 16:12:00 GMT -5
That's so cool Phantom only one day before ya get them OOPS! That was supposed to read Feb 12 not the 2nd! LOL My keyboard is refusing to type the 1 a lot these days.
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Post by Spottail on Feb 5, 2017 21:43:31 GMT -5
Oops well that ok Phantom it is still cool anyway
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