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Post by Bristleclaw on Jun 26, 2008 13:16:31 GMT -5
With a purr, a large cat jumped through the waterfall, the refreshing cool water pounding down on her for a heartbeat.
Her drenched tabby fur puffed out as Bristleclaw shook herself, her gray eyes shutting so as not to get water in them. With a yawn, she padded around the pool to her favourite sunning spot.
"Peace."
No loud kits squealing as they scuffled around the cave floor; no apprentices begging the older warriors to go on patrol to some dangerous place; no warriors scolding the apprentices. It was strange, strange that she wasn't in the middle of the buzz. Whenever she left camp alone, Bristleclaw immediately missed it.
Now she lounged on the widest rock; when she stretched out, her toes and tailtip just touched the edges.
Bristleclaw purred, her eyes slowly drifting closed. |
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Post by .::Umberwings on Jun 26, 2008 23:40:29 GMT -5
…peace.
Wasn’t it wonderful? Wasn’t it grand? Umberwings padded silently from the main camp, basking in the soft tranquility that suddenly swept around her, the roar of the waterfall that graced its waters across her fur sounding loud in her ears for a moment, just a moment, before it was no more then a heartbeat thrill behind her. This was nothing, nothing at all, soothing bliss and wonderment. She was alive. Mistclan was alive, and thrived and thrived and thrived. The bane, that dark cloud that hovered, loomed, over the clans was gone now…and even Starclan was at peace.
Fierce yellow eyes, so wild and untamed for such a quiet and calm she-cat, lifted to the sky for a moment, a smile appearing across her face. Gone were the days she was a tiny spitting fearful kit hiding in the bushes, lost and alone. Gone were the days she was in the medicine cat den, under the gentle, watchful care of Silverthroat. Gone were the days that she just dreamed and dreamed of the past, of what had been left behind.
But oh, Umberwings still dreamed. Every cat that she had once known, that she had once loved, came back to her at night. Dead or alive, all lived on in her memories, from her daring brother Demonjade, to the gentle Honeymist. The playful Icepaw, the noble Whisperstar, the brave Trillium. And more, so many more…
It was life. Cats moved on, walked a path no one could understand but themselves that drew them away from the clan. Cats passed from this world to join the ranks Starclan, there in the sky shining forever to protect those who fought on. It was life, a fine balance that the tiny black she-cat walked each day between.
There really was no reason for her to be out and about for today, even without an apprentice of her own her herb store was completely stocked up. The warriors were likely out hunting and patrolling as they normally did, her beloved Rustshade likely amongst them. So she, in essence, should have had the time now completely herself.
Umberwings was wrong.
She didn’t even hesitate as she recognized Bristleclaw’s scent, and changed her path of travel so to pad to where the other, much much much much larger she-cat lay basking in the sun. “Good day, Bristleclaw.” Her voice, so quiet, so soft, actually echoed a little bit in the stillness of the area. She didn’t even try to join the other on her sunning rock, comfortable enough to stand at the side and smile to her fellow clanmate. That, and it was getting a bit more difficult to jump like she used to, the swell of her side telling tales of an ever more noticeable pregnancy. Yet...Starclan remained silent, neither approving or forbidding such children. |
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Post by Goldenblaze on Jun 28, 2008 12:36:31 GMT -5
Gone were the days where the clans lived in fear of the rogues that thrived in the meadows. It was like a soft brush of air, and Rustshade could finally breath freely knowing that they were.. In fact, free.
Accompanied by Firetheory, who seemed to hum with contentment as the breeze played at their fur, they trotted amongst the fields, talking sparingly and only when necessary.
Standing next to the older tom, it was clear how much Rustshade had grown in that time that he had lived in Mistclan. He was full grown now, his hair in soft ripples down his body, ending in rusty brushes along the way. Bruised, scarred, and long-since bloody, he had taken on the appearance of a stray loner or rogue, but his peaceful demeanor remained as he and his companion approached Bristleclaw and Umberwings.
Rustshade couldn't hide his joy at the sight of Umberwings, for he had quickened his pace to meet the small black cat and nuzzled the top of her head, tail flicking. "Evening," He murmured between her ears, sitting down across from her as Firetheory lay at the base of the rock, looking up and smiling at the two she-cats before closing his eyes, fully alert but relaxing. Rustshade looked over at Bristleclaw upside down, giving a toothy smile in greeting.
However, Rustshade was blissfully unaware that his beloved had life brewing in her. As far as he was concerned, she was just eating more in celebration to their freedom, just as many others had. Nobody had told the unassuming tom; afterall, he dared say she wouldn't have fought in the battle if she had life within her. He turned his head away, still quiet as he looked to the horizon, the sun shining in his face.
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Post by Onyxdart on Jun 29, 2008 12:32:13 GMT -5
Close on the heels of Firetheory and Rustshade padded a little golden tabby. Her fur was unmarred by war or other hardship- she didn't carry a scar more recent than ones from when she'd first come to the clan and been harried on the way. Even those were small. She certainly hadn't been in the battle. While she could fight, she wasn't the most skilled, and she'd stayed behind to help guard the camp.
"Hi, guys," she purred when she stepped into the clearing, looking around happily at everyone. Her smile lit up her whole face as she danced out of the way of some errant spray coming her direction on the breeze.
"How're you all?" she asked quietly. She didn't really want to disrupt the peace, and would probably curl up in a patch of sun in just a few minutes. But she felt rude if she didn't ask after the happiness of her fellow clan members. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jun 29, 2008 23:47:16 GMT -5
A dark, tabby shape shadowed the others as they basked in the sunlight. Her sleek, striped pelt was covered in brambles and mats, a testament to the length of time she'd spent not moving. So much time had been needed to recover even enough strength to walk, though it was no surprise. For a cat who'd nearly died, she was in remarkably good shape. That is, except for a bad limp she couldn't seem to get rid of. She'd stubbornly forced herself to walk all this way, refusing to stay by herself in the medicine den any longer. Shadowstreak craved the company of her friends and the warmth of the sun on her fur. The MistClan camp got light from the hole high in the cave's ceiling, but there was nothing like basking directly in its rays.
Though, now that she was here, Shadowstreak felt too nervous to make herself seen. Even though she'd known these cats for so long, she felt like an outsider. Hell, she'd left the clan...of her own accord, but she had come back. Would they still want to be friendly with her? She had no idea, but she hoped so. Stalling, weary from even her short walk, she let out a small mew to alert them to her presence. Then she waited... |
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Silverthroat
Medicine Cat
MistClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Silverthroat on Jul 2, 2008 23:52:20 GMT -5
Down the hills and rocks again for another visit to her home came the grey tabby. She had turned tail, hoping her absence wouldn’t be noticed, when the wind brought tales of war to her.
Selfish.
Shut up.
she growled at no one but herself.
According to her she had battles of her own to fight. Personal battles, between no other then her own mind. And there were clear scars on the once sleek cat’s coat. The sun tried to dance off the brittle fur, play off the colors. But alas, it was too broken in. Silverthroat stood watching clan life go on, close enough to breath it, hear it, love it. But far enough to not feel like she would be a threat.
From this distance she could abserve more anyways. Umberpaw…wing.
Ha, you can’t even learn her name!
Umberwing and Rustshade seemed to be rather cozy.
My dear Rustshade sure has grown. And so had Umberwing, I must tell her to lay off the fish…
Stop interfering with their life. They don’t want you there anyways. You can’t even work up the nerve to talk to them.
She dared take another step forward, loving to get closer to the cats that where her family.
One two three four. One two three four. Her paws moved until she was feet from the group.
Go ahead, greet them. Spill the story.
Hello guys… miss me?
Haha, they’re bound to leave you now. They hate you. Everyone hates you. You’re alone… other then me, of course.
Shut up!
She hissed again, begging the voice in her head to stop. Stop for just enough heart beats for her to regain her life. Her beautiful life where she saved other lives and raised an apprentice and when she mattered to the clan…
But Tuesday wasn’t about to shut up any time soon.
Haha, damn schizophrenic
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Post by Ripplemist on Jul 6, 2008 22:46:37 GMT -5
She had gone missing after the war, vanished from the battlefield, as well as from her clan. During the war, even, one might think, with hardly a scratch on her. She may as well have run away from it, but she at least had been in one fight; saving a clanmate and another from violent bloody deaths at the claws of a sadistic and insane BoneClanner. Even then, she had been unhurt as the tom had run off in alarm at the death of Bane.
"...Pathetic, Ripplemist, pathetic," she growled to herself with a mixture of guilt and rage and sadness, as she padded wearily towards the sounds of the waterfall. Cats had died, but she was unmarked by wounds. Ripplemist shook her head. No point thinking about it, the war was over, Bane was dead, and peace had returned to the clans.
The waterfall came into view and her friends did as well. The warrior smiled at the sight.
And she had returned to her clan, where she belonged, ever since Whisperstar had taken her in as a stray, lonely rogue kit. And she had grown up here, together with those friends, since then.
A feeling of mischief crept over her as she watched her fellow clanmates lounge idly under the sun. With a sudden energetic, joy-filled yowl, Ripplemist did a running jump and plunged into the cooling depths of the pool with a loud splash, scaring off the fish that lived in it, splattering everyone around it with flying droplets of water, and pretty much spoiling the relaxed afternoon mood. She resurfaced, dripping wet and soaked to skin, with an almost kit-like mischievous grin on her face.
"Hey guys!"
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Post by Bristleclaw on Jul 7, 2008 16:38:17 GMT -5
BRISTLECLAW.
She knew that the peace couldn't last, and to be honest, Bristleclaw was glad when Umberwings joined her, followed by Rustshade and Firetheory.
"Hello!" the large white she-cat purred, watching the tiny black cat and the rusty red tom without a thought that they could be more than the best of friends. She returned Firetheory's smile with one just as warm. As Yellowflower? joined the little group, Bristleclaw smiled and nodded to the she-cat. "Mmm, I'm feeling great. How're you?" she mewed with a smile.
Then Shadowstreak entered the scene, and she nodded to her with a happy purr. But a more unexpected -- very familiar, however -- cat's scent caught her attention, and Bristleclaw's head whipped in the direction of the new cat.
"Shut up."
"Silverthroat!" the big tabby she-cat mewed with a gasp, her voice probably barely reaching Firetheory's ears.
And then, another old face was there. "Ripplemist," Bristleclaw said in the same low gasp. She got up to greet her old friend, but figured it would probably be best to let her even older, closer friends, Rustshade and Umberwings, greet her, first. |
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Silverthroat
Medicine Cat
MistClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Silverthroat on Jul 7, 2008 21:50:26 GMT -5
Silverthroat was full to the brim with the joy of seeing her friends and clan mates. For a moment everything was washed away from her, every sorrow, every pain.
Over ruled, beloved Tuesday.
She whispered to herself and the one inside her.
A little louder she spoke out, intending for this one to reach the ears of her clan around her.
Hello wonderfuls! Ripplemist; my dear you have grown.
I soft smiled curved her lips as her blue gaze was cast upon the cat she always loved like her own daughter.
And Umberwings, hun you look gorgeous.
Her tone made her sound perfectly sane, perfectly grand, perfectly perfect. Silverthroat listened to herself and found that tone to bring her hope.
You started to think everything will be alright? Think again. I’m still here.
Why must one little negative invisible voice break so much positive visible outlook?
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Post by Onyxdart on Jul 7, 2008 22:42:06 GMT -5
Yellowflower yowled unhappily as she was splashed.
"Ohmygosh I'm wet!" was what she actually yowled, jumping about a foot into the air from where she had been contentedly cat-loafing. But the unhappiness didn't last long. It never did, with her. She turned and grinned sheepishly at the new arrivals. They, like the others, she didn't really know that well.
"Hi, guys," she meowed, and then licked her fur where it had gotten wet to flatten it back down. [/center][/size] |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jul 8, 2008 18:44:19 GMT -5
In the shadows...
Shadowstreak nearly jumped at the splash that Ripplemist made. The she-cats whom she'd met as kits were all so big now! It made her miss her old apprentice all over again. Dear, curious Icepaw, so inquisitive and fun. What had happened to her? Every memory of the slush-colored she-cat tore like a thorn through the tabby's heart. But it didn't matter now. She had to cheer up and get back to being a clan cat again. Lillystar had completely forgiven her for deserting the clan, believing that her grief over her apprentice and other matters was reason enough. Shadowstreak would never again cause her leader such worry, she swore it to herself.
Straining to stand again, she dragged herself out of the shadows and into the sunlight. Settling beside Firetheory, she set to work grooming her battle-ragged fur. It was embarassing to be seen in such a shambles, even though she'd spent the last moon in the medicine cat's den.
"Nice to see all of you well..." she said, in between licks. "As you well know, I've been pretty...banged up for a long time...so it's nice to get out for once..." The pretty tabby turned back to her grooming once more, feeling self-conscious all over again.
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Post by .::Umberwings on Jul 9, 2008 22:21:11 GMT -5
Oh my.
Suddenly, so suddenly, the large warrior and tiny medicine cat were definitely not alone! Even so, such a sight saddened Umberwings as much as it overjoyed her – so many had been lost in the war. It almost felt as if this, these wonderful cats, were the only survivors. But of course she knew that to not be true; Battledream and Dodgepaw had gone out on a patrol earlier, Lillystar was off likely busying herself with the camp or even out on patrol herself. Other cats, the young apprentices and kits, were within the camp itself…so this was not all. But the she-cat remembered days where things had been even louder, things had been much more boisterous and lively.
At the sight of Rustshade, with his companion Firetheory, the sleek cat smiled secretly, nodding to his words even as her gaze refused to leave him. It was so pleasant, just to have dear friends close…but it wasn’t to end there! Oh no! Yellowflower, a sweet kind she-cat, came to join them, followed by the brave, healing Shadowstreak and then…
Umberwings sat up straight, fiercely bright yellow eyes trained on the figure of the she-cat who had been more of a mother then he actual mother had been. Silverthroat. It was Silverthroat. “Silverthroat.” She spoke softly; right after Bristleclaw spoke the older medicine cat’s name. It certainly had been quite a while since she had last seen the she-cat. But then yet another feline entered the scene, one she hadn’t seen in so long she had almost feared… “Ripplemist!” In a burst of energy that she normally didn’t have, having become such a quiet cat when not riled to protect those she cared for, Umberwings tore away to her spot, seeking to bump head with her best friend and purring loudly. She then turned towards Silverthroat, still purring as she moved to join her friend’s side. “Do you plan on staying longer, this time?” |
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Silverthroat
Medicine Cat
MistClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Silverthroat on Jul 16, 2008 15:35:13 GMT -5
Silverthroat slipped into the cool water; the life source for the clan and cats she adored so dearly. Fish scattered, kray fish scuttled away at her paws. She pulled herself back out slowly and sat there against the cold stone. Her paws where numb, her coat sticking out like a porcupine. Her eyes gazed over the water, thriving with the reason this clan was living. She loved it. But wanderlust was more powerful then her love. Depression drove her from her happy place again and again. Forced her to see what was outside the boundaries, leaving her with just her thoughts. Sometimes those thoughts drive her mad, sometimes she got so lonely, sometimes she was happy, sometimes when she was happy she’d come back, sometimes she’d wish the clan would take her back, sometimes she wished they would just kill her, most of the time she just wished they would love her. And maybe they still did. Silverthroat was stalling for an answer to Umberwings’ question. Would she be there longer? Dear god she hoped. Maybe Tuesday would let her stay, let her stalk around here. Maybe Tuesday would leave, be driven from her body by purring kitties.
She smiled, looked upon Umberwings a few too many moments later. She was stalling, maybe waiting for that voice inside her head to say something; but Tuesday remained rather quiet.
Umberwings, I’m staying for good this time.
The words left her mouth, and her mind started running. She wanted to get out of there, she wanted to run, get away, and wander around. But she kept her face still, her eyes loving, and her tail still.
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