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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 22:38:51 GMT -5
breathing in the chemicals wolfclaw
Wolfclaw stalked forward, massive ebony paws settling carefully on the stony ground. He was a big cat, but he knew how to work around that, and could hunt just as well as his leaner counterparts. He'd always struggled with hunting in his youth, but has used his trials as a learning experience, helping him to develop into a better hunter, even if he isn't the most skilled.
Green-gold eyes stared solemnly ahead, a colorful mountain bird preening on a rock nearby. It was a pretty black an orange thing, something he hadn't seen back home. Of course, there hadn't been many birds in StoneClan's territory, but still. He crept closer, taking a quiet moment to admire the beauty of the bird.
Before he could consider moving on with his hunt, the bird looked up, and Wolfclaw followed with his eyes. Another bird of similar color swooped down, landing delicately. The two birds chittered excitedly for a moment, before flying off. Wolfclaw watched as the left, swirling and twirling around each other in flight, dancing in midair, singing the entire time. A small smile dusted his face as he relaxed from his crouch, thanking StarClan for letting him admire the beauty of this world.
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jun 16, 2013 12:40:07 GMT -5
[smear:996600]Hawkstar[/smear:663300] ~~~~~~~~~
The large sandy brown tom wandered stiffly across the mountainous territory. The almost jagged-style his movements had adopted was not due to any injury he might have received recently, nor was it from having slept bizarrely on one side. It was purely a mental thing, many things weighing upon his mind, pushing down upon his broad tabby shoulders, as though the weight of the world were trying to drown him. As he moved, his mind churned, a heavy concern for his Clan the predominant thought in his head. He was worried about StoneClan. They'd been forced out of their own home, and into a much harsher territory. It was true that, out of the five Clans, they were the best suited for this territory. The mountain terrain was similar to their stone-covered home. He couldn't imagine a TreeClanner attempting life up here. The stony ground would quickly cause havoc upon the soft pads that were so used to the gentle, grassy terrain of TreeClan.
Even so, a bitterness still existed in his chest. Why had it been StoneClan that had been chased out? And why had no one helped? He would have sent help had he been in their position. Instead, the Clan once made of stone had been crushed beneath the weight of a merciless storm. StoneClan had been heavily outnumbered, two Clan versus one. It was almost a given that they would lose. And they had.
Hawkstar could still remember the absolute chaos that had ensued that night. The snarling, hissing and shrieking had come from everywhere, deafening his senses. A heavy pang of regret snapped through him when he remembered that he had taken a life that day. The rage he had felt the moment Frozenrain had been in danger... It had torn through, and his massive form and wrenched the attacking tom from off of the she-cat's body. The strength and angle of the move he'd used, the amount of power he'd put behind launching the attacker away had killed the tom before he'd hit the ground, a broken neck.
The weight of the knowledge only added to the heaviness already present in the StoneClan leader's mind. But what horrified him was the little thought that wheedled it's way into his mind as he thought about that night. I'd do it all again to save her. Amber eyes shut for a moment as the tom halted, allowing himself to sit down for an instant of peace. Slowly lifting his head towards the sky, Hawkstar stared up, almost as though he could see the stars already, though it was much too early in the day for the stars to be out.
He had paid for what he'd done. A rage similar to the one he had felt had taken hold of a tom who'd been close to the one he'd killed. When Hawkstar had been momentarily frozen in horror by what he'd done, RainClan's deputy, Razorfang, had leapt onto his back and attacked. It was almost as though Hawkstar could still feel the teeth sinking into his neck. He remembered the sudden loss of any ability to breath. The heavy tom had been paralyzed, nothing but a gurgling sound able to leave him before he had collapsed, surrendering to blackness.
He'd been met momentarily by StarClan cats, and he'd stared in wonder at the vaguest outline of himself standing amongst them, one of his lives. But his stay had been brief. The severity of the situation happening on StoneClan's territory had forced the StarClan cats to send him back quickly. The first gasping breath that had pulled his body from a death-like state had burned. His body screamed for oxygen, which he so desperately tried to give. And then the retreat had been called.
Closing off the memory for good, the leader with eight lives gave a heavy sigh as he rose to his paws. It was then that a chittering sound caught his attention, turning a corner, he watched as two brightly colored birds spun around each other excitedly in mid air, soaring up high into the sky before disappearing. A slight smile formed upon his lips, though a sadness was still present to it. He noticed Wolfclaw, his deputy standing nearby, having just watched the two birds as well.
"Sometimes.. The world finds it necessary to remind you of the good that it can hold, even when the bad seems to be taking hold all around you." He gave a solemn dip of his head as he padded towards his deputy. He had been hesitant as to who to pick as his deputy before. His first choice had been Eagletalon, his closest friend. But the other sandy tom had asked him not to pick him, and he had honoured his friend's wish. Now, however, Hawkstar was confident that he had made the right choice in choosing Wolfclaw.
"Greetings, Wolfclaw. How are you today?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 22:26:31 GMT -5
it's a brave new world As he watched the two birds disappear into the sky, a small smile remained on his face. A movement out of the corner of his eye cued him into the arrival of another, milliseconds before Hawkstar's voice reached his ears. "Sometimes.. The world finds it necessary to remind you of the good that it can hold, even when the bad seems to be taking hold all around you." Wolfclaw dipped his head in respect as Hawkstar drew nearer The two toms were near equal in size and brawn. Wolfclaw was the smaller of the pair, though not by much. Alone, either one would have been intimidating. Together, though, as leader and deputy, they should be able to strike fear into the hearts of many.
And yet, they had still lost.
Not wanting to dwell on the battle, and on the words he'd cried that still felt bitter on his tongue, he glanced toward the point at where the birds had disappeared to. "No truer words." He turned back to his leader, his small smile fading slightly. Wolfclaw lowered his still-sore body to sit down, his tail resting nearby, though not curled around him.
"Greetings, Wolfclaw. How are you today?" The question didn't through him off balance, as it was a simple query found in many gentle conversations. With his leader, though, it didn't feel right to give the same answer every other cat got. Normally, his response would have been somewhere along the lines of fine, or alright, or something similar. Not completely the truth, though not a lie, either. Just a vague, general answer, that covered just enough to be acceptable. With Hawkstar, though, he felt it proper to give a more precise answer.
"I'm healing." It was the truest response he'd given to the question he'd been asked so many times. Not just healing from his physical wounds, but from the emotional ones. The crushing blow of their definite defeat, the loss of their homeland, and the death of his mother. Gorgeshadow's death cut to his core, burning its own path, as well as bringing up memories of Bearpaw.
For a moment, he entertained thoughts of the dark little she-cat he was lucky to have known. Oh, how he missed her adventurous ways, her much smaller, bouncier form forever ingrained in his mind. 'What would her warrior name have been?' Their leader hadn't though it fitting to give Bearpaw the honor of a new name, though she had fought and died a warrior's death. Wolfclaw, then Wolfpaw, had been bitter about it, another stab to his grieving heart. But all the nights he lie awake wishing things had been different, never once had he thought of giving her a warrior's name, even in his own heart.
'Bearclaw... no. Bearheart.'
"And you, Hawkstar? How have you been coping?" The loss was hard on everyone, but it was the pair facing each other that had to shoulder the most agony, taking the weight of the entire Clan on their broad shoulders. It was a burden they bore with honor, though it came at a difficult price. If they caved under the pressure of their own leadership, then the entire Clan would crumble. They had to keep their sanity, somehow.
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 14, 2013 11:27:09 GMT -5
[smear:996600]Hawkstar[/smear:663300] ~~~~~~~~~
The large sandy brown tabby took a seat in front of his deputy, pale ears turning in Wolfclaw's direction as he awaited the tom's answer to his question. Upon hearing the answer, Hawkstar gave a dip of his head, understanding in his amber eyes. There was a pause, a moment of silence between the two StoneClan figureheads, but Hawkstar didn't mind. He could see that there was something on Wolfclaw's mind, and for the time being, Hawkstar was content to let the gray tom sort it out for himself. As he waited, he found his own mind beginning to wander slightly, thinking of events past.
He didn't like to think about it these days, but his mind returned to the battle. It had been one they would have never won, no matter how powerful StoneClan's warriors might be. A single Clan had been thrown up against two other Clans. In truth, it didn't bother Hawkstar that much that they had lost the battle. StoneClan had fought its hardest, and they should be proud of their efforts. What bothered the light brown tom was how many cats had been lost, from both sides. So many cats had lost their lives in that battle, and for what? Because StormClan had wanted more territory. It seemed ridiculous to the StoneClanner.
For a moment, he thought about the life he had lost. It had been so sudden, teeth sinking into the back of his neck, the blood leaving his body, and dropping him into an unconscious state. He had seen StarClan then, very briefly. They hadn't all approached him, only a single figure. It had been the beautiful white pelt of Cloudfall, the first she-cat he'd ever had feelings for. With the briefest of touches to his nose, she had begun to fade away, taking the rest of the gathered StarClan cats with her. When he had returned to his own body, he had felt weak and disoriented, barely able to life his head. He remembered struggling to his paws, his breath rasping. It had been there, unable to speak much more than a harsh whisper, that Hawkstar had given Wolfclaw the order. The gray tom had been at his side, aiding him to stand. Hawkstar could still remember the pain in the other tom's eyes before he had lifted his head to let go of one mighty call.
"StoneClan, retreat!"
The memory was broken by Wolfclaw's voice. The deputy's concern brought Hawkstar back from his reverie, sandy ear flicking slightly as he gave a slight sigh. "As you worded it so perfectly, I'm healing. There is much that StoneClan has faced, and even more they will be forced to face. The battle may be over, but the war is not won. It will return, and we must prepare ourselves. The past few days have been hard on us all, but we've made it, and I believe that if we continue fighting, we can achieve greatness. The only thing keeping me sane is the knowledge that StoneClan depends on us, Wolfclaw. We must remain strong for them. There will come a day when we reclaim our territory."
The tom was aware that he had strayed a little off course from the question Wolfclaw had asked, but with the exhaustion he had been facing over the last few days, his brain to mouth filter had been disrupted slightly. Gazing out at the rocks around them, Hawkstar spoke one final time. "Thank you, Wolfclaw. For everything you've done. So much was thrown at you so quickly since I named you StoneClan's deputy... But you've done an extraordinary job at handling it all. If anyone had doubted my choice in the beginning, I'm sure their doubts have since been washed away."
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