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Post by Hellion on May 11, 2017 18:32:16 GMT -5
OOC WARNING!: This is really angsty. I teared up when I wrote it, but I blame that on the music I listened to as I wrote it. I won't feel bad if you don't read it. Fawn will be posting to it to have a mini clan meeting out of it, so you can skip this first post and just read her post.
In her dream Duskpaw was chasing after a fat mouse. The dream was vivid enough she was kicking her poor brother in his sleep. The ginger and white she-cat didn't wake from her dream until the nose of her mother prodded her awake. Her deep amber eyes flutter open as confusion set on her face. Lionsong rarely came into the apprentice den, let alone wake up her kits so early in the morning.
"Mom?"
"Please get up," Her golden tabby mother urged. Duskpaw got to her paws and gave a few shakes to her wake up the rest of her body. Lionsong prodded her son and waited for him to stand like his sister.
"What's going on?" Duskpaw asked looking at her mother, the she-cat looked sad and didn't seem able to answer the question. Instead she flicked her tail for her kits to follow and headed toward the medicine cat's den. The stink of sickness was the first thing Duskpaw noticed, next was the heavy scent of herbs. Still very confused why her mother would wake her and Dunepaw up to only take them to Bluejay's den made her uneasy. Was something going on that they hadn't been told about. She opened her maw to question her mother again but shut it quickly when she noticed a familiar shape.
His chest heaved up and down broken by a coughing fit that made his entire body shake. Duskpaw was quickly able to tell it was Sandstrike, her father. Rushing forward the she-cat was stopped by her mother's quick movement putting herself between Duskpaw and Sandstrike.
"You need to prepare yourself," Lionsong meowed to her daughter but Duskpaw was deaf, clearly hyper focused on her father form. She attempted to push past her mother to get closer to him, offer some kind of comfort but Lionsong stood strong. "He has a high fever, he won't be able to talk much. You can say goodbye but you can't stay long. I won't risk you getting sick. Take a moment to decide what you want to say," Lionsong told her daughter, her voice soft and detached. It was clear that her heart was breaking for the expected death of her mate. For a brief moment Duskpaw wondered how her mother was going to handle it. Would she fade away? Fear flashed in Duskpaw's eyes as she looked at her mother. Dunepaw had made his way to stand beside Duskpaw. His head tucked under her chin trying to calm her and himself.
"One at a time," Came Bluejay's voice. Dunepaw's ears flicked toward her words before nodding. Lionsong took a step back away from Duskpaw. It was clear that Lionsong would stay with her mate despite the risk. She'd have the final words with him and see him off to StarClan.
Duskpaw wanted to go first but couldn't will her paws to move. It was scary to see her father in the dimness of the medicine cat's den, he was less then a tail length away but it felt like a canyon seperated them. Dunepaw instead moved forward. He moved to sit beside his father, offering soft words that Duskpaw decided to ignore. What ever Dunepaw was telling him was private, she didn't need to hear.
Once Dunepaw finished it was clear that it was Duskpaw's turn. Fear again burned within Duskpaw's chest. It wasn't the sickness that scared her but the knowledge it would be the last time she'd ever speak to her father. She was afraid to talk to him. She waited only a few moments which stretched out like a life time before moving toward him.
Bluejay had given him some more poppy, something to relax him. Duskpaw was grateful for that. Moving to sit beside him as Dunepaw did, Duskpaw tried to purr but found it difficult. A sob threatened to escape first.
"Daddy?" She whispered, his ears twitched but no effort was made to open his eyes. That was okay, Duskpaw wanted to remember his eyes as they were. Handsome and dazzling before the sickness set in and made them glassy.
"I wanted to say I love you and I'm going to be a warrior soon. I'll try to make you proud. I'll mi- Her voice cracked at the word and left it impossible to finish. Instead she pressed her nose into his neck, taking in the last of his scent to secure in her memory. He smelled a little of herbs and sickness but still strongly of home and comfort. "I'll see you in StarClan," She maanged to whisper before stepping back and returning to her mother.
"You both are very brave and he was so happy to be your father. I'm sure he will always watch over you from StarClan," Lionsong's words were soft and meant to comfort her children, but it was lacking. The golden warrioress was relying more on her children for strength then she realized.
"You two can stay here but out of Bluejay's den." She told them before returning to the den herself, most likely to take vigil beside her mate. Duskpaw turned too her brother and the siblings quickly wrapped around each other. Dunepaw with his head rested his head on Duskpaw's and attempted to curl his tail around his sister.
The siblings remained like that, holding their own vigil for their father until a pained yowl came from within the medicine cat's den. In that moment the siblings knew their father was gone. Duskpaw didn't bother to go inside she didn't want to see the lifeless body of her father. Instead she remained outside of the den, head bowed and ears down, praying to StarClan to welcome her father into their paws.
950 words of feels
tag: Fawn
Cats at Risk for Sickness: Bluejay Lionsong Duskpaw Dunepaw Bluejay - SICK - DEADLY Duskpaw - SICK - DEADLY Dunepaw - SICK - DEADLY
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Post by Phoenix on May 12, 2017 10:24:49 GMT -5
Something had changed in the last few days since the Gathering. On the first day, it hadn't been as clear - a few sniffles here and there, an exhaustion that clung to the eyelids that could be (and was) easily written off as a result of the limited amount of sleep the night before - but now, a couple days later and with no sign of improvement, it had become obvious that something was very wrong. Labored breathing replaced the normal quiet of the warrior's den at night, and some cats, ones far too young to be suffering anything if this nature, creaked around as though they had the joints of an elder. A scratchy throat evolved into a persistent cough in those that were further along. He had just spoken with Bluejay, but where speaking with the pleasant she-cat was usually so comforting, their short conversation had done nothing to assuage the bad feeling that had begun to gnaw at his gut; not only had she developed the same suspicions as he, but she herself was looking as though StarClan was right on her tail. Having been caught up in whatever it was that had started traveling around, he knew (to a somewhat lesser extent) how she felt. But business had, for the most part, carried on as usual, and he had cautiously hoped that this would pass quickly and harmlessly. And then she told him about Sandstrike. He had been aware, of course, of the frail tom collapsed in the corner of her den, but he hadn't realized the inevitability of the warrior's fate. His heart sank. Did Sandstrike know? He must. No one in TreeClan was so mousebrained that they wouldn't be able to recognize StarClan when it came for them. Green eyes had lingered on the the sleeping warrior when he had taken his leave, telling her in his capacity as first a friend and second a deputy to stay healthy herself. As he directed his next steps toward Lionstar's den, he swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat at the sight of Duskpaw and Dunepaw walking toward the medicine cat's den. To be so young and to lose someone so important... "Lionstar," Gorsetail called as he poked his head inside the den, and even to him, his voice sounded as rough and scratchy as the bark on the trees surrounding their camp. In a fashion that was fast becoming habit, he cleared his throat, but it did little to help. "I just spoke with Bluejay," He began as soon as green eyes found familiar amber. "Sandstrike's--" Suddenly the lump was back and the words could not work their way around it. He looked away, staring at a piece of moss that had escaped from Lionstar's nest as he tried to rebuild his crumbling composure. He had never been particularly close to the tom, hadn't realized how much the prospect of losing the warrior would hurt. He pictured Duskpaw and Dunepaw, fatherless for the rest of their lives. Sandstrike wouldn't be there when they became warriors, when they were assigned their first apprentice or when they started a family of their own. It was a lonely prospect. He would know. Swallowing, he took another breath and forced the words out, appearing as though he were talking more to the fragment of moss than to Lionstar. "He's not going to make it. They're--" He gestures vaguely with his tail, trusting his former mentor to put the context clues together and figure out who he was referencing. "They're saying goodbye now." A moment of silence as the deputy paused, before taking another deep breath and looking up at the leader. "There's something going around, Lionstar," He reiterated though he knew the other tom had likely figured that much out for himself by this point. "I wasn't sure before, but it's clear now that it's here and it's potentially fatal. There are sick cats sleeping side by side with healthy ones in the warrior's den, and I'm sure it's the same everywhere else as well." Sprucefur and Feathercloud came to mind, for he had seen the former coughing the other day while the latter seemed fine. He hoped that was still the case. "We should quarantine the sick cats," He suggested carefully, knowing with a heavy heart that he was including himself. "Stop the disease from spreading further." A pause as he imagined it spreading into the nursery, and then another as he realized that both he and Bluejay were sick and wouldn't it just be their luck to have an infected leader as well. Concerned, he looked Lionstar over. "Are you feeling alright?"Fawn
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Post by Fawn on May 12, 2017 11:01:48 GMT -5
blinded by the light of a new sun take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem His worst fears were confirmed. He had asked Falconstorm to let him know if this cough going around proved to be anything more serious - that Bluejay's apprentice scarcely had time to visit should have been enough of a hint. Lionstar's expression darkened with the gravity of the situation, and he approached his deputy under the piercing, disquieting light of the moon."You're right. The safest place for them now would be to quarantine them in the hidden thicket. They'll be sheltered there. Bluejay's sick too, isn't she?" Lionstar studied the tabby warrior with the same intent that Gorsetail had first shown him. "And... so are you." There was a soft sigh in his words.He couldn't lose them. Not this soon. Not now. StarClan, not now. "I trust you to keep everything under control there. But don't push yourself, Gorsetail." His chest tightened, though not with the early stages of illness. Leveling a golden stare with his deputy, he spoke, no, ordered the tom to stay alive. "Keep well. TreeClan has need of you this season and for many, many more after. If I see you in StarClan before me, you and I are going to have a serious discussion." As if the threat of a scolding or harsh conversation was all Gorsetail had to fear in this situation.Feeling very much the father putting his son's life at risk, but knowing there could be no other way, Lionstar allowed himself a few resigned seconds of silence. Then, he forced himself to raise his head, straighten his shoulders, put the fire back into his heart. His resolve had deep roots; it would not wither at the first sign of frost."I feel fine. It's everyone else I'm worried about. Come, let's get this overwith."He would pay his respects to Sandstrike before the tom was buried. Heavy of heart, Lionstar climbed the ancient stump, yowling loudly into the night to awaken those that hadn't already heard the news."I am greatly saddened by the loss of Sandstrike. He was a fine warrior," Lionstar looked at the two apprentices, and his soul ached for them. "And a wonderful father. To stop greencough from claiming more innocent lives, all cats that are affected will be moved to the hidden thicket. I know there are many of you who will want to go with your mates, your kits, your siblings -- but for your own sake and theirs, stay. Stay here. Stay healthy, and allow them to get better without fear of spreading the infection."The golden tom signaled to Gorsetail. "Gorsetail will be in charge of everyone in the hidden thicket.""I'm going with him." Zephyrfang spoke up from the crowd, standing beside his son, Finchpaw, who looked worse than he had the day before."And I'm going." said Mockingbird. "My daughter and my apprentice are both ill. I will go with them."Lionstar closed his eyes, anticipating a chorus of other voices joining in. He appreciated their loyalty. Admired the affection and devotion they all had for one another. Slowly, he nodded grimly to Mockingbird, Zephyrfang --and Moonfeather. Aspenpaw and Amberpaw were sick as well."Very well. Mockingbird, you may stay with them. Zephyrfang, you will assist the medicine cats and Gorsetail in any way they need." The warrior could at least make himself useful by hunting for the weak and infirm.Movement from the elders' den caught the corners of Lionstar's eyes, and the small kit he had once been gaped at the sight of his mother, Sandfur, and her second mate, Bluestorm, looking so frail. They were prepared to go to the hidden thicket as well. Lionstar forced himself to stay rooted to the stump long enough to dismiss everyone. "With StarClan's guidance, we will endure." Then he got down and went to his mother's side.The sickness was heavy here in the elders' den, and Sandfur's eyes were glassy. Unseeing. Bluestorm's dark gray pelt was thin, and hugged his bony frame like limp leaves."Take care, mother." Lionstar murmured, nuzzling the top of her head. "I'll visit you soon."Sandfur shook her head, slowly. "Look after Rowanberry and Silverfern."His heart squeezed painfully tight. "I will."As the two elders moved to join Gorsetail where the sick cats were preparing to depart, Lionstar was struck with the horrible, grounding feeling that this would be the last time he saw his mother alive. leader of TreeClan
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Post by Justice on May 12, 2017 14:31:42 GMT -5
Moonfeather was frantic. Two of her three kit litter were very sick. So much so that she'd slept in the apprentice den in order to be with them, keeping vigil and cringing as each one began to cough and shiver with fever chills. It broke her heart. The menace that had killed the rest of her family was here now, though the Medicine cat's apprentice Falconstorm said that it was something called greencough. That cat had already run himself ragged darting from one nest to the next and slowly but surely filling up the medicine den with sick cats. Including his mentor, it seemed. As she'd done long ago with her dying kits the she-cat groomed her sick offspring helplessly, fighting back the stinging in her eyes the entire time. And then Lionstar, whom she'd looked to make this better, said that they were moving the sick to a quarantine zone. Two sick kittens and one healthy. She didn't know what to do. Add that to the sheer number of cats that were showing symptoms of this illness and she had a terrible feeling there would be more death than she wanted to deal with once more in her life. Dead mate, dead kits, a nightmare happening all over again. She finally moved from her sick offspring, pacing back and forth at the edge of the gathering of cats. So many cats were sick. Who was going to hunt for them? She would gladly do that, but then who would watch over her kittens? Her heart clenched in pain the longer she mulled over the situation. Finally, a pretty lilac colored she-cat put her weight against the frantic mother's side and stopped her pacing. "I'll go with your kits, stay here and protect the one you have that isn't sick yet. Hunt for the clan, do what you can to provide. They have mentors to see to them, and I'm going too. I swear to you they will be safe." The she-cat lifted her head then. "Lionstar, I'm going with the sick ones. Someone has to hunt for them and..." Here she looked to Mockingbird, since she was speaking about Ravenpaw. "I have an apprentice to attend to as well." Phoenix , BlooRey DVD , Fawn , @zen , Hellion Exposed cats : Honeysong Moonfeather Notes : Falconstorm is too busy helping out to really interact with anyone until they've been moved, but he'll be going back and forth between camp and the quarantine zone unless told not to. One cat has been infected. Honeysong - MILD - healthy Newleaf 26th
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 12, 2017 17:07:12 GMT -5
52 Moons, Warrior-Queen of TreeClan
Her world collapsed violently beneath her paws. Already on edge seeing her son Finchpaw in such a condition and deteriorating, she felt as though what little air remaining in her lungs had been knocked out when Zephyrfang spoke up. Her ears flattened to her skull, hazel-green eyes wide and utterly helpless as she stared at the sturdy tabby form of her mate. She could feel her features twisting into something akin to grief, and it took everything in her not to run to Zephyrfang's side and refuse to step away. And her kit, her poor sweet Finchkit... He looked miserable.
But she knew what Zephyrfang would tell her. The tall but slim frame of her other son Thornpaw was pressed to her side. Thornpaw had yet to catch the sickness. She had to stay with Thornpaw. Through a shivering breath, Silentsong told herself she would have to trust her mate. Trust he was doing the right thing, trust that he would come get her if... She swallowed the rising lump in her throat, unable to finish the thought. An off-green gaze swept the surrounding area, glossing over Feathercloud's frozen features, stopping momentarily to lock eyes with Zephyrfang.
She hoped that he could read through the regret painted on her features, see the message she wanted him to take with him. I love you. Dragging her gaze from her mate's amber one, she caught sight of Moonfeather and Fawnpaw, the pair looking just as lost as she felt. Two of Moonfeather's kits were ill, and would be departing with the rest of them. Nudging Thornpaw in the direction of his friend, she watched him shift into a walk. As his amber eyes landed on Fawnpaw, he seemed to brighten slightly, a morsel of his worry for his brother lifting.
He padded to his friend's side, wordlessly touching his tail to her flank before sitting near her. Silentsong approached Moonfeather in much the same manner, her tired hazel eyes a little too shiny to pass off as normal. With an attempted reassuring smile, Silentsong took a seat next to the other former queen, laying her plume-like tail on her friend's shoulders. StarClan, see them home... She prayed to the sky above. Feathercloud No. It came as a sharp whisper, shattering the stunned silence of her mind with an intensity rivaling the cracks of thunder in a storm. It had all come so quickly; a sudden sickness, Sandstrike's death, a quarantine notice. Lionstar was ordering all with the illness be moved to the Hidden Thicket to better contain its spread. Logically, it made sense. Somewhere beneath it all, she knew that. But she'd only recently shaken the nightmares associated to Sparrowpaw's accident. Just started sleeping through the night again. And if they were moving the sick cats out of camp then...
They were taking Sprucefur from her. Initial shock had kept her quiet, but slowly her mind began to work again. "No!" She shrieked, her voice cracking slightly at the end due to the suddenness of the exclamation. She ignored the way Silentsong started, or the bewildered gazes that turned her way. Her sharp blue eyes were locked on Lionstar, her teeth flashing as her features contorted in a combination of horror and defiance. She lurched forward, her target being the pale furred tom she was fortunate enough to call her mate, but before she could get more than two pawsteps in his direction, teeth latched into her scruff and Appleshade appeared before her.
With her path barred and her scruff held hostage by a strength she assumed to be Skyfall's, the silver she-cat could only search out Sprucefur's eyes with her own. "Let me go..." She hissed under her breath, before trying again. "Let me go!" Though the white tom did release her scruff, he was quick to step in her path alongside Appleshade. "Feathercloud." He meowed quietly but sternly. "This is what is best for the Clan." Another figure moved in her peripheral vision, and whoever it was garnered enough importance that Appleshade and Skyfall shifted to make way for them.
Wild blue eyes came face to face with the tired blue-gray gaze of Stormclaw. Her father. "Feathercloud..." The gray tabby senior warrior rasped. "Listen to Lionstar, listen to your mentor. Please... Stay here. If not for your mother and I, then... For you. For Sprucefur." Silver ears pinned to her head, mouth twisting into something of a confused snarl. "I'm doing this for him." She hissed, stepping forward threateningly, feathery tail lashing behind her. To Stormclaw's credit, despite the alarm that flashed across his face, he didn't flinch and didn't back down. Cornered as she was, the silver tabby was ready to take all three of them just to get to Sprucefur.
It was a combination of the warning tone from Lionstar and a pleading look from Sprucefur that had her taking a step back. Her pelt was on fire, though not from embarrassment; anger, frustration burned through her veins. She felt helpless, lost and the anger on her features melted into fear and grief beneath Sprucefur's stare. For a heartbeat, her defenses collapsed and everything was apparent in her ice blue eyes. Then she turned away, a whirlwind of silver fur, half-stalking half-running into the shelter of the warrior's den to collapse into their nest. Desperate to muffle the threatening grief and draw in his scent, she took a shivering breath and sunk into herself. If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. background image | j.r.r. tolkein | table by phoenix Note: 45 moons old
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 2:52:28 GMT -5
Now tell me all about your pain, down to the detail...
Sickness had come to the valley and it seemed it was spreading like wildfire. It would mean little at all to Magpiewing, if it weren't for the fact that Ravenpaw had fallen ill. They had only just lost Berrypaw and the thought of losing another kit so soon was honestly frustrating. It was worrying Mockingbird as well; she was more emotionally invested in their kits than he was. However, he was sure she was spending too much time around their daughter. She was bound to catch ill herself if she kept it up, and that was worrying HIM. It wasn't as though he WANTED his kits to die, or that the thought of it didn't upset him at all, albeit not for the reasons it upset a 'normal' parent, but if he was completely logical about it, they could always have MORE kits whenever they wanted.
However... there was only one Mockingbird.
As Lionstar called the Clan together and spoke of Sandstrike's death and preventing further spread of the disease, Magpiewing barely heard anything he said. He was shocked at himself to realize just how worried he was about the possibility of losing his mate. Until now he had really only thought of her as a companion. She was the only cat he had ever met that he actually respected, that had proven to be his equal. The only cat with whom he wore no mask. Don't get him wrong, he found the masquerade to be quite amusing most days, sometimes challenging, and generally always fun. But it could wear on a cat, and he had come to find that being able to take the mask off for a bit was refreshing. The mutual respect and acceptance he and Mockingbird gave each other was not something he had ever imagined NEEDING in his life, but now that he had it, he had no desire to be without it.
Could he go on without her? Absolutely. This was not the 'love' so many cats seemed to crave. He simply preferred his life with her in it. If another she-cat presented herself and proved to be an equal, he would have no issue moving on, should he indeed lose her one day, but cats comparable to himself and Mockingbird were few and far between, and he was not confident there would ever be anyone to take her place if she died. So he found himself staring at her, wide eyed, as she called out to Lionstar that she would be staying with the sick, due to her daughter and apprentice being among them.
She was remembering Berrypaw's loss and must be imagining that she could somehow save their daughter from joining him in StarClan if she was there. She was not thinking logically. She was not ill, she should NOT be going with them. His ears flicked back against his skull in a rare, brief slip of his composure. He closed his eyes to think before he did or said something impulsively. This... this could be good. Mockingbird was showing compassion for the sick. Perhaps Lionstar, and the rest of the Clan, would remember it. Opening his eyes once more, he settled his bright yellow gaze on his mate and moved over to her, pressing his nose into her cheek fur and murmuring so only she would hear, “Do not leave me alone with these fools.... Owlpaw and I will be waiting for you.”
He did not want her to go, but now that she had offered, insisted rather, she could not change her mind even if she wanted to. And he knew she would not.
Don't say it's love, your fragile heart feeds my contempt.
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Post by Fawn on May 14, 2017 8:02:31 GMT -5
Lionstar What? No! Lionstar's twitching tail was the only giveaway of the displeasure he felt over Honeysong's decision. He had no right to order her to stay; her apprentice was seriously ill, and she was right - he knew Falconstorm would be grateful to have her around, both for emotional stability and for an extra set of paws.
And yet...
Could he bear to lose another friend? She had seen him through so much grief, so much change. The golden tom, withholding the urge to protest, nodded. "Then may StarClan go with you. Skyfall, a word please." He signaled for the white furred warrior to meet with him, and as the sick cats were preparing to leave, Lionstar spoke with a serious voice edged with emotional fatigue. "Gorsetail is going with them. I have to call upon you again, Skyfall, to be acting deputy in his place."
Sprucefur Feathercloud's distress was loud and unrelenting to his ears; it was like stepping on sharp bits of rock, hurting on impact and maintaining a harsh sting long after. He wanted to run to her, press his muzzle into her cheek and tell her that he would be fine, but the distance between them kept her safe, even if she didn't believe it to be so. "I'll be back. Soon." I promise...
He gazed at Appleshade then, her eyes wide with worry, and at Lichenfrost, who was trying so hard not to show how upset this made her - which only resulted in her looking even angrier and more hostile than normal. Sprucefur gave a singular nod to show he was fine, and made an effort to leave camp with the others with his head up and his body straight. His joints ached, but that was an acceptable exchange for easing some of his family's worries.
Mockingbird "Keep our son alive," Mockingbird whispered back, speaking of her true intentions in the privacy of their close murmurs. "I have some unfinished business to attend to. Ravenpaw and I will return soon." The gray warrioress looked over Magpiewing's features; to the untrained eye, she would appear to be a loving mate gazing intently at him, trying to memorize his appearance just in case the worst happen. Instead, Mockingbird was analyzing his emotions, making sure his mask wasn't slipping away for all the Clan to see. He would never be so careless - but that was part of their relationship.
They were partners in a long con, and it would be so foolish for either one to throw all that away. Magpiewing was going to have to play the worried father for a few days, but he had already played the grieving father once with impressive success. The only thing she did not want to be false, however, was his efforts to keep Owlpaw alive.
Sharing a final meaningful look, Mockingbird went to her daughter's side, thin ashen tail laid over Ravenpaw's back as a guide-line, and joined the others.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 14, 2017 14:45:06 GMT -5
SKYFALLWhen it crumbles, we will stand TALL and face it all together
Mismatched eyes watched Feathercloud retreat to the warrior's den, momentary guilt flickering through him. As he glanced towards her mate Sprucefur, he saw the same grief reflected in his gaze, though there was something akin to relief there too. Feathercloud was safe for the time being, and that is what mattered. Seeing the pale furred tom's eyes flick to his sister, who was still standing at Skyfall's side, the white tom glanced over at the elegant she-cat, registering her distress. Pressing his nose to her ear in an attempt to provide her some comfort, Skyfall felt his heart seize for her.
Lionstar's voice pulled him from his own thoughts, eyes locating the leader on his perch. With a nod of acknowledgment, Skyfall exchanged a quick glance with Appleshade before tapping her shoulder with his tail reassuringly and departing. He moved quickly to Lionstar's side, white ears listening to what it was the tom wished to share with him. His muzzle tipped down in solemn understanding, Skyfall keeping his voice low as he replied. "Of course, Lionstar. I understand, and vow to do my best."
Once dismissed from Lionstar's presence, the white furred tom nodded his head in respect and retook his place amongst the Clan, nosing Appleshade's shoulder if only to remind himself she was still there. 62 Moons. TreeClan. Senior Warrior.
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Post by Silver on May 15, 2017 1:04:23 GMT -5
Warrior Apprentice of TreeClanThe entire clan had been in a right state since the last Gather and Ravenpaw could understand why. Sickness was now running rampant within the clan and now cats were dying. Though she wasn't showing it, Ravenpaw herself had to admit that she hadn't been feeling exactly her best since she'd returned from the Gather. Her body felt more heavy, she got tired quickly, and worst of all was the random bouts of dizziness.
She watched her parents closely; knowing that much of what they did was just pretending. She wasn't stupid, and she knew neither were they. She did wonder though if sometimes they didn't realize just how closely she watched them. It was how she'd learned to move silently when she'd wanted to escape the den. It was how she slipped so effortlessly into the shadows, and how she'd been so actively avoiding her new Mentor. Pulling her mind back to the present, Ravenpaw absently realized that she'd followed her mother without realizing she was actively doing so. Great, what was wrong with her now?
She felt like a great weight was against her back, and upon realizing it was her mother's tail she let out a low angry hiss and jerked away from the pressure that usually she found soothing. She didn't need pity darn it all! Her steps didn't falter until she knew no other eyes could see her and it was only then before her mother that she stumbled slightly; forcing herself upright again a moment later. Why in StarClan's name did she have to be sick? She regarded her mother with her dark amber eyes and shook her head slowly to try and help with the dizziness.
"You do know it's stupid to stay with me, Mother, you'll only get sick yourself. Looks like Father figured that out. He's making it very obvious just whom holds the most importance for him. I don't care, honestly, and I can't blame him. Just right now it's annoying that I can notice when I can usually just ignore it. I.." Ravenpaw allowed herself a moment of weakness before her mother as her ears went back; a gesture she'd had since she was a small kit sneaking out of the nursery. It was a motion she made when she was feeling insecure, but she didn't think her parents - either of them - would really understand how she was feeling just now so she didn't finish her words.
Still, she had to wonder if StarClan was punishing her for not going to give Honeysong a chance as her Mentor. She had her reasons for it, yes, but was that why she'd gotten sick? Or was it just something that had to happen? Whatever the reason, she really didn't like it. Honestly what she wanted just then was someone that would let her snuggle up close to them so she could rest knowing she was safe. That wasn't going to happen though, and none of these here were safe for her to rest around anyway; even her mother. Mockingbird didn't get it anymore than the rest of them. She absolutely hated it!
I know I'd better stop trying - You know that there's no denying - I won't show mercy on you now
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