Life

[starcrossed]

Honeymist's pale eyes glowed with warmth as she watched her little kits. Three moons old, readily talking and playing. Her long golden tail brushed her youngest, smallest kit's flank, and nudged her lightly.

It had seemed like years ago since she had been raped by Bane. She had gone from a pretty, confident warrior to a shaken, sniveling queen. Now she was determined to make a good mother for these kits, whom long ago she had named, no according to the warriors' code, either.

She glanced softly down at her tumbling kits; Sunsetfire, Fallingsky, and Darkangel. She managed not to supress a shiver as she nudged them, and pain filled her heart as she realized what she'd have to do. She would have to give them up; she had broken StarClan's code by not naming them according to their will, and Bane would surely try to destroy the Clans.

She would let her kits go, be free as the wind, to do what they pleased. She had hopes that they'd join up with another Clan, become a fierce and powerful loner, or maybe even try to make an alliance with RisingClan.

ooc :: Fallingsky and Sunsetfire should reply before Darkangel. Then Honeymist can reply again. She called her kits together to speak to them of Bane, and then she decides to let her kits go early. They're only 3-4 moons old right now, but... she can't take any risks. She'll simply tell her Clan the truth.

[Sunsetfire]

Sunsetfire had seen that look before, deep within the depths within his mother’s pale orbs. A look of despair…of pain. He didn’t truly understand what that look was for, or the reason behind her internal conflict, but when the young tom saw it flicker again, he broke away from his playing sisters and ran over to Honeymist; nuzzling against his mother’s soft fur.

“Momma, what’s wrong?”

[Bah, shortness, I’m sorry. My muses have died. *stalks off to hunt down muses*]

[starcrossed]

Darkangel's black fur was ruffled slightly from her playing with her siblings. Glancing up as her brother, Sunsetfire, left their game, she rolled her emerald orbs angrily. Honeymist, again... what's her problem this time?

She glanced over at Fallingsky, wondering if she'd leave as well for this bedraggled, thin, mangy queen with the haunted look in her eyes. She nudged her golden furred brother impatiently. C'mon, she grunted, let's go play.

* * *

Honeymist's eyes narrowed as Sunsetfire approached; she let out a small mew of alarm when he detected the anger and frustration in her pale eyes, and her ears rotated awkwardly when he'd asked her the question she'd been wondering herself.

What's wrong with me? For real? No kit-games? She wondered vaguely, setting eyes on her beatiful kits and shivering. Can I live this way? Setting my kits free, into the world, and leaving Darkangel to the mercy of Bane? No... I will give them a chance...

Honeymist's sapphire gaze glowed warmly at Sunsetfire. Oh, hello there, my son. Oh, and I'm glad you decided to come talk - I need something of all three of you. To listen.

She watched Darkangel groan, roll her eyes, and nudge her brother, but she let out a faint hiss of impatience. You too, kit. She looked back up. And she began.

MistClan is not the home for three young kits who's dark and shadowed father is planning to destroy. Many warriors will die, when you three have chances to escape. Bane will not show mercy because your are his children; he'll tie your intestines around her throat and suffocate you, before he decides to rip your thin thread of life.

I am obliged to care for you until you are of age to leave me side. And you are of age now. Life, you see, was meant to be a path, rocky and hard, or smooth and dusty. Often the path ahead is sloping with hills and draped with fallen trees, floods, storms, or forest fires, but in the end, the strongest make it through.

I'm giving you the best chance you'll ever have -- to escape Bane's wrath, and live your life as a generous loner, or join a rogue band to make your muscles lean and your instincts sharp. Your life is yours to protect; like a precious jewel, you must keep it sacred, for if stolen, you will be nothing but memories, and faint traces of dark scent.

Now, my son and daughters, Honeymist finally mewed, reaching the end of her long and preparing speech, I'll walk out with you to the rogue meadow, where you'll easily find a trail to follow and not look back. MistClan is not your home. Be brave; be strong; be ready.

She finally sighed, wondering when her kits would strike up with questions and squeaks of outrage.

[Sunsetfire]

The young tom hung onto his mother’s evey word, deep amber hues hiding his innermost thoughts well. As she drew off, grew silent, he fluffed up his fur and sat to his full height, although it wasn’t very much now, he would be quite a powerful cat at full-grown; all could see that.

“I’ll fight for you! I’ll fight Bane and kill him to protect you!”

Foolish words, how could a kit hope to defeat Bane?

Courage. Honor. The tom’s hues flared up with his innate character. His word was the truth – for his mother; for all he held dear…he would fight.

[starcrossed]

Darkangel couldn't help but stifle a giggle when her mother and her brother spoke. Then she felt serious. Standing taller, she shot her brother a fierce glare, then stared back at Honeymist.

You're sending us out there? All alone? At this age? She felt a sneer coming on. What kind of mother are you, anyways?

She then turned to her brother, lip curling. Don't be a mousebrain. Bane will kill us all, if you rush into battle and cling to his fur like a burr in the pelt. She stalked away, tail high in the air.

...I don't need this. I'll make it by myself. I'll go to Bane, learn his secrets, and turn against him... I'll make myself stronger this way... then all Clans will fall to the mercy of my iron claw...

OOC: Sorry, I've lost m' muse. o.o It's short and fast-paced, but Darkangel is leaving now. Honeymist will do betta' without her.

[Kestrel]

Fallingsky was quiet for a long time, her eyes shimmering delicately as she mused.
Live alone? I...I don't want to leave my family....
Finally, she lifted her head, meeting her mother's gaze, and one could see the fire that burned behind them; quiet and shy as she seemed, she had a passion in her.
"I will live," she mewed softly, her quiet voice masking the sheer power of will she possessed, just beneath the surface. "I'll live for you, and I'll go find that RisingClan and I'll end what Bane's been doing."[/b] Her eyes flared with silent fire.
She was smart, for a cat so young. She thought deeply, and she spoke her final words like a vow:
"I will fight for you."

|ooc| sorry this took so long

[Sunsetfire]

Sunsetfire lightly ran to Fallingsky’s side, giving her a slight nudge.

“We will fight together. We will bring Boneclan’s end.”

Amber hues burned like fire, and the young tom suddenly glanced up to his mother.

“But I will not join Risingclan. I will travel, and I will learn. One day, when I am strong enough, I shall return. And start a new clan, allied with Risingclan, and seek to destroy Bane and all the terror he upholds.”

Sunsetfire spoke with such passion, such determination, that there was no doubt that he was going to do just that.

[Dun dun dun! Plotness revealed! And so enters Stealthclan-in-progress; a rogue clan of elite fighters and stealthy assassins…]

[Wishclaw]

Ooc: Ooohhh >3 That gives me an idea~ Remember that little pissed off kitty? Harrow's sister? Hehe... She might join this Stealthclan when it comes 'round 8o

[Sunsetfire]

[Heartless may need to get around to eating Harrow first. But she’d be more than welcomed to join, especially is she’s a true and honorable warrior. ^^ However, Stealthclan’s leader-to-be…happens to be three moons old right now.]

[Wishclaw]

Ooc: Bane's agreed to it, I'm just waiting for a bit XD I need to find Bane so Harrow can go and piss him off :3 Unlucky wants what Sunsetfire wants, so she should be good ;D

... And the Three Moons thing... Well... Unlucky needs to tend to my other characters, which are all friends of hers X3 Maybe she could get them to help 8o

[Sunsetfire]

[*pats Sunsetfire* He'll grow fast. ;D And...Unlucky, is it? She'll fit right in then. ]

[Kestrel]

Fallingsky purred and licked her brother's ear affectionatly. "We will fight together," she promised, invisioning peace...and the end to the bloodshed. "Fallingsky of RisingClan...Sunsetfire of StealthClan."

|ooc| there would be...eh...seven clans ^^

[starcrossed]

Honeymist smiled lovingly at her kits. "Yes... I'm glad you have hopes and dreams." She darkened and mumbled, "But you must leave now. Let's go; Darkangel has left, and I must say that BoneClan has called her to its abysses. It's too late for her; but you two are my hope."

She nudged Sunsetfire and Fallingsky along, towards the rogue meadow. She smiled encouragingly. "Now go, my kits, and I will see to it that you win..."

And that was when a dark blur of fur dashed from behind the shadows, and clawed into her throat, setting blood bubbling from her neck. The triumphant three moon old kit had taken down the semi-depressed, frail golden queen, still weak after taking care of three kits.

Darkangel had made her first kill, and she knew she was special for it, gloating before Sunsetfire and Fallingsky's faces.

[[sorry for that random tidbit. I simply thought Honeymist deserved death. I dunno why. All well; she'll rest in StarClan. ]]

[Goldenblaze]

<sub>It was Rustpaw who trotted into the den to greet the kits. He'd come to know them well, after so many visits ((I actually don't recall him meeting them, but we'll say he did.)) His paws echoed through the den, and he froze at the sight. Honeymist.. Dead..? I couldn't be! The blood between the young kits claws.. How could she? Rustpaw hissed, fur on end, ears layed back threateningly. He turned.. He had to tell the clan! Darkangel.. He would get revenge!!

He'd grown to like Honeymist. She was a sweet she-cat. He vowed revenge, even if it was the last thing he'd do!

A plotness? Oooh! Stealthclan.. Me likes! -plots new character for Stealthclan- Rustpaw's staying here though. ; I like it I like it I like it indeed! Count me in!</sub>

[Kestrel]

Fallingsky's eyes widened slowly.
Mother....dead.....?

Honeymist lay in a pool of blood. The same blood that smeared the claws of a dark she-cat...her daughter...
Fallingsky's sister...
Bane's child.

"No!" A ragged cry was torn from Fallingsky's throat. Her shy, quiet side fell away to reveal a passionate fury.
Her stronger side was up and ready to fight.

"How could you?" She shouted at her sister. "She's your mother. too!"
It hurt. Oh, it hurt...to see your mother murdered by your sister.
Fallingsky's claws unsheathed, and it took all of her strength to keep herself from flying at Darkangel.
"Going to join daddy, now?" She mewed, nothing but venom in her voice.
I can't kill her. If I get her blood on my claws now I'll become her...
Slowly, slowly, she drew in her claws, forced her fur to fall flat.
I will never fall to your level. I will fight.
Fallingsky turned away, faced the horizon, faced her future.
We will always be fighting.
I hate you.

Fallingsky took her first steps toward the Rogue Meadow, away from her sister. Black blood ran in her veins, but Fallingsky would resist.

"Sunsetfire," she called, her voice shaky. "Let's go."

[Sunsetfire]

[Yesss…you must! ^^]

Sunsetfire stared at his sister, cold fury turning amber hues to a fiery red. His fur fluffed up, a low rumble deep in the back of his throat.

“Darkangel!”

He snarled her name out. If it was the last thing he ever did…

“...you will pay with your life.”

He vowed, right there on his mother’s body, her blood around him and Fallingsky; that he would see those words to the end.

Turning away, he faced the path to the Rogue Meadow, with the knowledge that even though he would travel with his sister there, that was the place where their paths would divide. And who was to say when they would see each other again; for he wouldn’t return until he thought his skills to be more than sufficient.

“Let’s us start our journey.”

[Kestrel]

"Yes," Fallingsky mewed, a bitter, burning anger in her voice.
But though she itched to turn and fight, she knew now was not the time. Silently she sweared that, in another time, another place, she would help her brother kill their dark sister.
She understood full well the gravity of this moment.
"Yes. Let us begin..." She trailed off, stepping forward, and began to walk.
Leaving the bloodied body of her mother behind her. Taking only her brother, her memories, and her vow with her.

[Sunsetfire]

[To -:-Where Paths Diverge-:- in Risingclan]