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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Apr 3, 2013 0:41:50 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Featherpaw[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~~~ Blue eyes narrowed obviously at this tom. He'd asked her for her name, something she wasn't so sure she wanted to do. She didn't know the tom, didn't know if he knew anything for sure that would help her, in regards to Robinpaw. The brute was really just making everything harder for her. Her tail tip gave the slightest flick as she finally released her breath, a soft, continuous stream of air. Her chest seemed to deflate slightly as she pushed as much air as she could from her body. The point of that whole ordeal was to buy herself some more time. She was trying to figure out just what she was supposed to say to this tom. All the things that could be done with a name... He could somehow find a way to ruin her reputation. ... If she hadn't already done that with her fiery temper.
Straightening slightly and letting a daring flash pass over her gaze, she denied his request for her name with a sidestep, so to speak. "Why don't you simply call me Gray, hm? Since you seem so attached to that name already, regardless of the fact that I'm silver. Or Sleeping Beauty maybe?" She hissed at him, her distaste for the names clear. Her head was beginning to hurt, no doubt from her lack of food and water. She resisted the urge to lay down and put her paws over her eyes, to block out the blinding light of the sun. The heat had begun to hit her again, now that she was standing out in the sun, allowing it to strike her without mercy.
Now she just had to focus on his other question. What had that been again? Something... Wooooooords... Oh, what did the whole situation have to do with Robinpaw. Right. Giving herself a mental shake, the silver she-cat gave an exasperated sigh, eyes half lidded as her tail seemed to move in slow motion. It was taking a surprising amount of effort for her to move her tail, which she was sure was not a good sign. But she would continue to push on, brush him off, and be on her way. She had better things to do.
"Someone related to Robinpaw has something against an important figure in another Clan." She hesitated for a moment, the name of Robinpaw's alleged mother having escaped her. She thought she might as well give it a shot. No point in giving up now. "Cinder... No... Ash? Ashface? Graymuzzle... No... Smoke... Smokenose?" Her voice trailed off as she narrowed her gaze, trying to get a hold of the right name. She was close, she was sure... But what was it...
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Post by Fawn on May 6, 2013 11:48:08 GMT -5
[Smear:4b77aa]IRONPAW[/smear:0c468a] 12 Moons. Ex-StoneClan Tom. Ironpaw's insides grew numb. "Smokeface." Mewed the deep blue-gray tom, knowing in an instant that this was the name Featherpaw had been trying so hard to recall; so his mother was still alive? That was...good? A tidal wave of conflicting emotions crashed over the muscular young cat, his tail lashing from side to side as an obvious sign of his agitation and confusion. Get a hold of yourself. Whatever's happening back at the Clans is none of your business. Not anymore.
With the possibility of having given himself away, Ironpaw regarded the silvery she-cat with cold, detached amber eyes, intending to take advantage of her half-delirious state and just walk away. Could he really leave a cat out to die, though? Turning his back on the defensive, sharp-tongued she-cat was no better than what his own siblings had done to him so many moons ago. Grimacing and resisting the urge to literally hiss aloud, Ironpaw's jaw tightened. "You're going to pass out if you don't eat something, and then a fox or some other kind of scavenger will get you." His blunt words were truthful, at least, and he wasn't bringing up the subject of food completely to distract her from questioning him further. Even if she was probably the worst company he'd had since striking out on his own a couple of moons ago, he genuinely wished her no ill will.
She did not deserve to die out here. I can only do so much though. She has her pride, apparently.
Intending only to focus on preventing this cat from dying because of a fool's pride, Ironpaw kept his mouth shut on the subject of Smokeface or the StoneClan apprentice he had once been. She wasn't sharing her name, no reason for him to share his. And if she hears it, she's going to assume I'm from one of the Clans. This was the first time he'd regretted keeping the same naming format as his original name. He could just drop the 'paw' completely and go by Iron, but that admittedly did not flow as well as Ironpaw did. I'll just let her call me Blue.
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 22, 2013 23:57:50 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Featherpaw[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~~~
Narrowing her eyes as if that would help her think, the silver she-cat determined that he was absolutely correct when he spoke the name Smokeface. That had indeed been the name uttered by the two StoneClan cats she'd overheard with Silverpaw a few days ago. She was going to tell him that he was right, but the look on his face temporarily distracted her from her task. By the time she snapped out of it, she'd all but forgotten what she'd been cluing in on. Plus, the large, blue-gray tom began to speak once more, forcing her to listen with her whole being, or risk missing what he said completely.
Her pride told her to snap at him and walk away. She was a TreeClan apprentice. She didn't need charity from this mountain dwelling tom cat who thought he was all mysterious and cool and stuff. On the other paw, however, what little common sense that managed to push through her pride told her that he was most certainly right, and that her body was already beginning to fail her. It wouldn't be long until she destroyed herself. How pathetic would that be?
With a slightly growling groan, Featherpaw turn in a circle, nearly tripping over her own paws, heading towards the rabbits the blue tom had brought earlier. Taking one and dragging it away from the other slightly, the silver she-cat settled down, preparing to eat. A usually-sharp blue gaze flicked towards him a little too slowly, before she managed to speak with little to no slurring or stammering. "Fine. I'll eat your rabbit, Blue. Will you be so kind as to grace me with your presence, hm? Or are you just going to stand there like... Like you're some sort of... StarClan cat or whatever. I give up. Pretend that was clever. Too much of a headache for this type of foxdung." As she went on, her voice grew quieter and less comprehensive as she began to mutter to herself, lifting a paw to rub at her head, shutting her blue eyes tightly.
After a moment, she dropped her paw, turning her attention back to the tom and waiting expectantly for his response.
Note: Wow, this was craptastic XD I'm sorry, Fawn. They'll get better again, I hope. Also, if the writing style seems sort of disjointed and childish, it was meant to show that her thought process isn't exactly working at full capacity. Hence the use of the word stuff up there somewhere XD
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Post by Fawn on May 23, 2013 11:11:30 GMT -5
[Smear:4b77aa]IRONPAW[/smear:0c468a] 12 Moons. Ex-StoneClan Tom. Ironpaw could admit to himself that her delirium was a stroke of misfortune for him. Rather than get involved in whatever it was she apparently needed him for, the ex-StoneClan cat fully intended to ditch as soon as this cat stopped being a danger to her own health. Once Silver had regained the full use of her faculties, Ironpaw intended to walk away with some excuse that Robinpaw had died in the mountains a little while ago and that he had briefly mourned his passing. That she was wasting her time. Then she'll go back to her Clan and I won't have to hear that name again.
"I'll stay." He replied coolly, returning to the pair of rabbits he had caught for them both earlier; even if the sensation of hunger had passed since first mention of his former name, Ironpaw would gulp down a few mouthfuls anyway. Anything that would prevent himself from asking more questions than he should. Pearly white claws unsheathed from his right paw, and the tom hooked one of the rabbits by the fur and pulled it towards him, biting into the savory morsel without another word. It was unpleasant for the deep blue feline; this opinionated she-cat was drudging up painful memories that he absolutely did not want anything to do with, not after he'd gotten his fresh start.
So my mother has something against an important member of the Clan? To be honest with himself, Ironpaw did not know his own mother very well. He had only gotten to be her son for about six moons, but while under her care he'd been spoiled and had her attention lavished on him - but even then he'd perhaps been aware of a slightly more aggressive nature within the smoky hued feline who had brought him into this world. She was strong and wise and kind. If she had a grudge or something against someone, it was probably for good reason... Now as for my siblings...Whatever. Raccoonmask and Quailflight could go stuff their heads in a stream for all he cared; Ironpaw did not actually know if his other siblings had shared in their views that he was a nuisance who didn't deserve to be here, but he wasn't getting his hopes up.
Still, there had been two cats out of his entire gaggle of older siblings that he had really admired back in the day: Honeynose and Warhawk, the two oldest cats of Smokeface's brood. They had always been the symbol of confidence and everything a good warrior should be. Ironpaw, for the first time in over 6 moons, felt a pang of misery. I wish I could see them again...
Despite eating in silence, Ironpaw's thoughts were a veritable maelstrom of conflict, giving the tom no peace of mind whatsoever - not until he had a few more questions answered. He should've just walked away, he should've turned his back and left this silly, obnoxious she-cat to wander the mountainside forever (or at least until she got it through her thick skull that she wasn't going to find this Robinpaw anywhere), but what was left of his familial ties would not allow him to do so. "So Smokeface has a problem with an important cat of a Clan. Why would that have anything to do with Robinpaw? Better yet," Ironpaw's fierce, hardened eyes narrowed into slits. "How did you come by that knowledge that he was chased off into the mountains rather than killed by Demon?"
Had his siblings regretted their decision to kick him out? Before he could feel any sort of hope, his sensibility kicked in. If they had wanted him back, then the blackhearted fox-faced traitors could have come to get him themselves; unless they really had thought the mountains finished him off. Ironpaw suppressed a bitter, grim sort of smile.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 23, 2013 21:24:07 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Featherpaw[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~ The silver she-cat hated to admit it, but eating did feel wonderful. As she bit into the rabbit, her stomach urged her on, and she began to tear rather ravenously at the piece of prey. A silence stretched between her and the blue tom, one of such a formidable length that the TreeClan apprentice nearly forgot he was there all together. She was so focused on enjoying every scrap of the meal he'd caught them, she couldn't seem to focus on anything else.
His voice nearly startled her, causing her ears to shoot up, quickly followed by her head. A pink tongue swiped over her jaws, cleaning them of any residue that might have settled upon her silver muzzle. The she-cat's thoughts had already begun to clear up, leaving a more defined train of thought as she sat back, hard blue eyes locking upon him. She lifted a paw to her muzzle, licking it before drawing it over her ear thoughtfully, as though she were in no real rush to answer him. The questions he asked made sense. She would probably be wondering the same thing if she had been in his position.
"A friend and I overheard two StoneClan cats speaking to one another. The name Robinpaw was mentioned, as well as the fact that they chased this Robinpaw out. As for what Robinpaw has to do with this whole journey I've taken... I fear the important Clan figure is in danger or being consumed by Smokeface's burning hatred." A seriousness had overcome the silver she-cat as she recalled her patrol with Lionstar, where she'd first heard of Smokeface and this hatred. Something welled up deep inside her, a powerful feeling that arose the moment she thought about TreeClan's leader.
"I feel as though, if anything or anyone can quell that burning hatred, it would be the return of Robinpaw. Maybe then, Smokeface would let us live in peace." The moment of serious grief that had passed over her, darkening her gaze, and weighing down her voice passed as Featherpaw's ever infamous temper flashed forward again. Narrowing her gaze, she nearly glared at the tom.
"Is that a good enough reason for you, Blue? If not, then I'm done trying to convince you. I have to find Robinpaw, and that's that, whether you like it or not. And no one is going to stop me, especially not you." She rose to her paws, feeling more like herself with every second that passed.
"Thanks for the prey all, but I need to keep searching."
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Post by Fawn on May 24, 2013 0:10:08 GMT -5
[Smear:4b77aa]IRONPAW[/smear:0c468a] 12 Moons. Ex-StoneClan Tom. Ironpaw felt his stomach clench, having just been struck with a barrage of mixed feelings - he was able to separate a few from the rabble, settling on a tiny spark of hope and a much larger, burning desire to know what had incurred the wrath of his mother, of all cats. She must have overheard Raccoonmask and Quailflight! So those two foxhearts are still alive... What could have brought Smokeface's hatred down upon this 'significant cat' he apparently wasn't allowed to know the name of, though?
What if the two siblings that had chased him into the mountains somehow spun a web of lies, blaming some poor fool for his 'death' just to cover for their own hides? It took a great deal of willpower to suppress the urge to spit upon the ground, disgusted by the cowardice those two cohorts exhibited, particularly around something so heinous as to get rid of their own brother. "What is Smokeface so upset over?" mewed Ironpaw, completely ignoring her none too subtle threat that he would not become an obstacle in her way - that she would overcome anything he threw at her. Under different circumstances, the blue furred tom easily could have admired her tenacity and boldness, but he was feeling too on edge, and had too much at stake to bother with thinking positive thoughts about this she-cat. "I can tell you where to find Robinpaw," he suddenly added, tossing wood onto the fire and intending to step back to watch it burn - hoping it would keep her here for a few seconds longer. "As long as you answer my questions first. I can swear on whatever matters to you that I will keep my word."
He didn't dare say StarClan. If he revealed both his name and the amount of knowledge he had about Clan life too soon, then it was going to completely give away his identity. Well...unless the slightly dim-witted level of intelligence she showed while delirious was actually her just being her... There was a good chance she would figure out that Robinpaw and the tom who had saved her back on that ridge were one and the same.
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 25, 2013 14:32:15 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Featherpaw[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The silver she-cat gave a heavy sigh, preparing to skirt away from answering the question he had just asked about Smokeface's anger, but it would seem StarClan had something else planned. Robinpaw was once again brought up, causing the she-cat's eyes to narrow in something akin to anger. She was frustrated by the rising feeling she had, one that was telling her she couldn't leave now, that she had to stay put and answer this tom's questions. With a slight narrowing of her eyes, Featherpaw vowed to herself that she would answer any question he had. For Lionstar.
Her teeth ground together as she forced herself to sit back down. Her black and silver striped tail curled around her paws as she let her claws flex, scrapping slightly against the stone. "I'll hold you to your word. I will answer the questions you have, in order to receive information on Robinpaw. However, if you back out or fail to uphold your end of this deal, not even StarClan can help you." With a swift movement, the she-cat ran one forepaw over her ear, before straightening and preparing her answer.
She took a moment to recall what she had witnessed that day, her tail tip flicking every now and again. "It happened a while back. I was out with my mentor, who was known as Lionstep at the time, deputy of TreeClan. On our patrol, however, we ran into two StoneClan cats, Raccoonmask and Warhawk." She narrowed her eyes slightly as she carefully picked the names, making sure they were the right ones. "A scuffle arose, and during the scuffle, Warhawk slipped. He fell into the river, hitting his head on some of the stones..." She trailed off for a moment, staring down at her silver paws.
"For some reason... Smokeface seems to blame Lionstep for Warhawk's death, even though it was just an accident." Featherpaw's blue eyes were weighed by some sort of worry as she turned her gaze back to Ironpaw. A moment later, however, they hardened once more and she gave a terse nod of her head. "And that's the story."
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Post by Fawn on May 25, 2013 14:49:34 GMT -5
[Smear:4b77aa]IRONPAW[/smear:0c468a] 12 Moons. Ex-StoneClan Tom. The shock of hearing his true apprentice name was insignificant compared to the shock of finding out that his oldest brother was dead. Ironpaw's jaw fell open, but no sound came out, his thoughts flat-lining as his heart struggled to grasp onto this preposterous story. Warhawk is dead?
"But that's not...possible..." Agony exploded in the tom's chest like a ball of fire, a shudder rippling through the blue-furred tom's entire body, the burning glow of his eyes having fled for an instant, before it came back with a vengeance, gaze full of sadness. "Warhawk... He was my brother. My big brother." During his banishment, Ironpaw had seemingly come to grips with the idea that he would never again see his family - but somewhere, deep in the pit of his heart he had always held on to a faint glimmer of hope that...perhaps one day, he would see the family members he cherished most. Ironpaw's head lowered.
Warhawk was dead, and now this she-cat wanted him to come back and tell Smokeface to back off?
How could that possibly be my problem? My brother is dead - it serves her precious Lionstar right. Overwhelming ways of bitterness and raw grief crashed against him then, receding like the tide to leave him numb, before it would attack again - a terrible onslaught. Warhawk had been more like a father to him than his own father had; Warhawk had been that unshakable pillar of strength, the cat every kit aspired to be like, and it had been of Ironpaw's utmost pride as Smokeface's son that he was related to such a great hero.
To think that an undefeated champion could lose his life falling into the river... If that was how the oldest of Smokeface's brood had died, then Ironpaw could truly see the injustice in that. An unnecessary death. An extremely unnecessary death. Of course, Smokeface's wrath should have perhaps been directed at StarClan - but one couldn't exactly enact revenge on a bunch of dead cats, now could they? If there was a blood price to be paid, then it had to come from Lionstar and no one else. Being young and having grown up outside of the Warrior Code, Ironpaw could understand Smokeface's vindictive nature, and, at the moment, he agreed with it.
Speaking in light of his irrational, grief-stricken thoughts, Ironpaw's voice was dark and hollow, head lifting as his shoulders squared, hackles bristling. "Go back home, Silver. I'm not helping your mentor. Let Smokeface do whatever she sees fit."
Like a wolf howling over the mountainside, the truth of the matter was unrelentingly echoing throughout his mind. Warhawk was dead.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 25, 2013 16:01:47 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Featherpaw[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blue eyes widened slightly in surprise at the tom's response. He seemed defeated all of a sudden, hurt to the very core of his being. When he mumbled words with a heavy tone, Featherpaw straightened slightly, the gears in her mind churning. Brother? Was this tom related to Robinpaw? But.. There was no other news of a second cat leaving StoneClan... She was about to open her mouth, to ask him what he was talking about when suddenly the tom seemed to freeze over a thousand times faster than the river in the middle of Leafbare.
The silver she-cat took a step back, shock overtaking her as he snapped at her to return to where she came from, and how he wouldn't help her. Silver ears snapped back against her head, tail freezing in mid air as she stared at him. And then whatever tide had come over him managed to overtake her.
Fury burst through her, a smothering heat flaring through her body from ear tip and tail tip. For the one step she took away from him, she stalked four steps towards him, her claws clicking slightly on the ground. She wasn't fully aware of her claws being unsheathed. It was an automatic reaction for her, as she was used to letting them bite into the ground around her. On stone, they were unable to accomplish that, leaving her restless with claws unsheathed.
"You... You foxhearted..." She growled, cutting off her own words before they managed to leave her mouth. Her lips were peeled back, revealing sharp white teeth. Every inch of her radiated anger, from her raised hackles, to the jagged motions her tail were making. "You good for nothing tom! You're no better than her!" She snarled at him, her shoulders protruding as she kept her body low, aggressive.
"You didn't keep your word, Blue, or whoever you are. If you can't even keep a stupid promise, then I don't want your help. I'll go after her myself."
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Post by Fawn on May 25, 2013 16:35:33 GMT -5
[Smear:4b77aa]IRONPAW[/smear:0c468a] 12 Moons. Ex-StoneClan Tom. "Oh but I did," snarled Ironpaw, having found an emotion he could latch on to that wasn't agony - anger. Did she really expect him to suddenly be on her side when her mentor had accidentally caused his big brother's death. "I am Robinpaw, at least I used to be. Now none of that matters - I was betrayed by members of my own family, and now my oldest brother was killed. The Clans aren't my home any more, and as far as I'm concerned, I don't have a family." It was a harsh, pain-filled declaration, but one that, for the moment, Ironpaw meant every word of. This was too much stress for him to handle for one after-sunhigh.
Not only had this agitating she-cat dug up his past, but she'd delivered terrible news and had some sort of whimsical notion in her head that he would actually 'do the honorable thing' and go sort this mess out. That was awfully optimistic of her, and Ironpaw was absolutely certain she had only been viewing this from her side of the territory - not his. His incentive to go back was very very small indeed. What if he returned to StoneClan and found out even more family members had died in his absence? Or worse, what if Raccoonmask and Quailflight really did kill him this time? He doubted those two blackhearted skunk-faced wretches were even mourning Warhawk's death.
Ironpaw's lip curled. He had no reason to go home. His mother could do her worst. He didn't care. "Good luck with that, Silver." Not even bothering to say goodbye, Ironpaw's burning orange gaze was soon directed at the landscape just behind the furious she-cat - the shell-shocked former Clan cat taking his leave through agitated, lengthy strides. Dark tufted ears picked up on the sound of spitting and the sound of claws scratching against stone as Featherpaw - presumably - went her own way.
Though it was buried by a hurricane of grief, something like regret had settled in the pit of his stomach like a pebble he'd accidentally inhaled, unable to completely disregard her difficult predicament. The fact that she had come here on nothing more than the usually false word of his two idiot siblings, hope and a prayer was admirable in of itself. If he hadn't known about Warhawk....he might've agreed to go back with her. Might've.
Wanting to put some distance between the she-cat who had reminded him of everything wrong with his old life, Ironpaw broke into a heavy run, intending to vanish over the horizon line and leave all of his problems behind. |
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