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Post by Fate of Five Staff on May 24, 2017 16:14:12 GMT -5
Stormstar"Cats of RainClan," Stormstar rumbled from the worn and ancient river stone. "RainClan has need of it's medicine cat, now more than ever. In order to help RainClan deal with the greencough outbreak, I have given Swanfeather permission to return, and temporarily serve as a medicine cat under Ottersplash."
Despite the emphasis on 'temporary', the reaction was just as expected. Cries and hisses of shock and outrage welled up from the gathered cats, and his voice rumbled irritably for silence. "Quiet! The lives of your Clanmates, your loved ones, are at stake. We will put aside our grievances and resentment for their sakes. Swanfeather will be under guard night and day; Bluewave, you will take the first watch. Rainblossom, the second."
Ripples of unease spread around camp like a fallen branch into the river. Rushwhisker watched the crowd evenly, his expression calm, despite the unrest he felt as well. Stormstar signaled for Swanfeather to enter camp, and Bluewave flanked her both as a guard against her behavior as well as a guard against theirs.
This would not be an easy adjustment for RainClan, but that did not make it any less necessary.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 24, 2017 19:12:05 GMT -5
  Tear the whole world down, tear the whole world down WARRIOR OF RAINCLAN || 22 MOONS || TOM Half-lidded green eyes surveyed the camp, disinterest apparent in their glassiness. The large Maine Coon lay comfortably in a patch of shade near the reed-covered edges of the RainClan camp, a wide fore paw stretched out in front of him. He was almost statuesque, were it not for the tip of his luxuriant tail twitching every pawful of heartbeats. Up until this moment, the day had been rather dull. Not that he was complaining; he would take boring over world-upending any day.
Despite his apparent comfort, Gorgeleap had been considering hunting as a means of distraction. Even he could only sit around and grimly observe the goings-on of camp for so long. Perhaps, if StarClan didn't completely despise his very existence, Brookfall or Silverfrost would be unoccupied at the moment and would join him. Before he could propagate the rising command to his muscles, an unfortunately familiar call gathered the attention of any RainClan cat within hearing range of the camp. Fixing the powerful grey form of the RainClan figurehead in his gaze, Gorgeleap sighed under his breath.
What now. He grumbled to himself.
Figuring he should at least appear to be attentive lest he risk yet another reprimand from his mother, Gorgeleap pulled his frame to a stand. Setting one large paw in front of the other, he padded closer, bushy tail-tip swishing near the ground. He decided on a spot close to the outskirts of the gathering cats; apparently, he had a tendency to block the view of others if he sat nearer to the front. Don't know what in the name of fish bile they're trying to see. Came his stony inner monologue.
Stormstar continued, announcing the arrival and subsequent temporary stay of their former medicine cat, Swanfeather. The return of the very cat who tore the Clan apart. Wonderful. Absolutely fantastic. The gray leader's explanation was logical, and Gorgeleap flicked his ear in acknowledgement. He didn't particularly care whether Swanfeather stayed, stood on her head or leapt of a cliff. He simply knew that not many other members of the Clan would be overjoyed to hear of her gallivanting back into camp.
As if on cue, the muttering began, rising in volume until Stormstar silenced it. Unflattening his ears once the threat of noise was eliminated, Gorgeleap's gaze slid to the emerging figure of the ex-medicine cat and her guard. A sigh, weighed down by resignation escaped him as he rose and stepped clear of the potential mob's path. Re-seating himself a few foxlengths away, the tom wrapped his tail over his paws to watch dispassionately.
One sunrise. One sunrise before a riot erupts. He thought derisively. Excellent. More turbulence in the waters. Precisely what RainClan needed. ~420 Words || Fawn ||Gorgeleap enters the fray  |
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Post by Fawn on May 25, 2017 13:38:51 GMT -5
 42 Moons. Tom. (S) Warrior of RainClan.Swanfeather?
Crowblaze had been listening with a modicum of interest up until Stormstar had uttered one of his least favorite names. Shock struck like a blow to the stomach, leaving the tabby warrior breathless and gaping, mouth as open as a banked fish's. It was her. Without thought, his claws sank into the soft soil of RainClan's island, tearing thin, sharp furrows into the earth with the lethal points.
He couldn't hear the crowd. He could only keep looking straight ahead, even when his littermate, Heronstrike, touched his shoulder with a paw, her voice full of reprimand.
"Settle down."
Crowblaze ignored her. Pushing through the bodies, he cut an imposing, threatening figure as he stalked to stand before Swanfeather. His lips were pulled back, teeth on display. "What do you think you're doing here, Swanfeather?"
"Stand down, Crowblaze." Bluewave replied, his voice icy with command.
Crowblaze could feel Stormstar's gaze on the back of his head, but he was too agitated to care.
"She doesn't belong here." He seethed, wanting to scar up those judgmental, mocking eyes of hers. You let my mother die, you piece of filth.
"Cats are sick and dying, Crowblaze. She can help."
Bitternwing and Heronstrike were suddenly beside him, and he felt the press of their golden tabby and diluted tortoiseshell pelts. It wasn't a gesture of solidarity; his sisters were trying to push him away. Crowblaze spat at Swanfeather's paws, turning away from her.
"The only thing she can help with is letting more cats die."
Crowblaze left camp, ignoring the eyes that followed him as he left. Ignoring the rumors that would already start circling after this; he had left RainClan once, unable to handle the loss of his mother to greencough. The illness was back, and his siblings were at risk. Would he leave a second time?
If you'd asked him this morning, he'd have said no.
But this morning, an old enemy hadn't been welcomed into camp with open arms.
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Post by Hellion on May 25, 2017 20:09:20 GMT -5
Her ears flicked forward as Stormstar addressed the Clan. His voice carried well and easy to hear even from outside the camp. She turned her attention toward Bluewave for a moment, but didn't find a friendly face. Tucking her ears back sharply, the black pointed she-cat turned away. It was to be expected, a sort of prolonged shunning despite being back. It was foolish for her to even imagine a scenario where she was welcomed back with open paws. She was still an enemy to many.
Her tail lashed at the cries and growls from those protesting her return. Even if Stormstar had a good reason, it wouldn't be easy to accept her back. At Stormstar's signal, Swanfeather entered camp. She didn't proudly walk in as if she owned the world, instead she walked with a look bordering on ashamed. Thankful for Bluewave flanking her, the snarls of enemies didn't go unnoticed as she moved slowly into camp. Until a tom blocked her path. Her eyes went up to meet his gaze and for a brief moment Swanfeather was transported back so many moons ago.
He had a similar expression. One of anger and frustration. The memory itself was a bit fuzzy but the blue-eyed she-cat was sure he had likely snarled at her. Blamed her for his mother's death, which was far beyond her control. Or was the Vultureback? The two seemed similar and in truth she remembered the emotions far better then the face. One emotion that clung to the memory was an overwhelming sensation of guilt. She would never forgive herself for Falconleap's death despite her grievance toward cross-clan relationship. Falconleap had done what Swanfeather always dreamed up, she had a family with someone she loved.
Distracted in the memory, Swanfeather blinked a few times just as Crowblaze disappeared, leaving the camp. She turned her head in time to see him leave. She knew better then to dare say anything about his reaction to anyone. Instead she turned her attention back to Stormstar before glancing around her to the cats still gathered.
"I will help everyone as fast as my paws can carry me. If you are feeling ill please visit the medicine cat den. Don't let yourself get worse," Swanfeather spoke to the crowd before she headed toward the medicine cat's den without further ceremony.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2017 4:46:34 GMT -5
Moonshine 30 Moons, Queen of RainClan ❁❁❁Swanfeather was back, immediately the whispers started, mutters of outrage and hatred filling the air as the blue eyed queen simply sat in her place, almost to shocked to move. Swanfeather was one of her most hated enemies after she single pawed split the clan apart. Moonshine was no stranger to the pure betrayal of their leader for letting such filth into their camp once again. However Moonshine was diplomatic and she would wait until the former medicine cat slipped up , inevitably she would, to air her greivences to her leader.
Unfortunately not everyone seemed to follow that path of thought and the she-cat could only watch as the tom warrior known as Crowblaze burst forth, making his feelings on the new arrival very clear. Moonshine agreed with him for the most part, Swanfeather did not belong in Rainclan and soon her niave leader would realise his mistake. Moonshine approached a tom warrior known as Gorgeleap and settled beside him, watching the interaction with Crowblaze and Swanfeather until the former left camp in a huff and Moonshine sighed loudly.
This was not a thing she could fix, protect the tom from he, like the rest would have to deal with it his own way and as she was about to greet Gorgeleap a flash of movement caught her eye as a familiar pelt darted towards the leader.
" Have you gone mad? Letting her back in, she killed half the clan!" The passionate and angry voice of Wrenpaw demanded as he stepped toward their leader and Moonshine lept into action, weaving her way through the clan cats to effectively grab her son.
" Wrenpaw, don't be mousebrained, back down " She snapped sharply and the apprentice could only stare at her in amazement but for varstly different reasons the first was suprise at her sharp words, she had never yelled at him like that before and the next was sheer bewilderment at the fact that she seemed so calm about the matter before them.
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Post by Phoenix on May 26, 2017 19:16:19 GMT -5
Swanfeather?! At the sound of Stormstar's words, Bravebird could not help but to whip his head around, scanning the sea of familiar faces for any sign of one of the ones he still held closest to his racing heart. Where? And then the crowd parted as she entered camp to the sound of hostility, as if everyone wanted her gone but no one wanted to get close enough to her to make it happen. Pushing his way between two of his clan mates, the warrior stopped behind the first line of cats to watch her walk by, taking in the way her shoulders slumped and her eyes stayed lowered. Despite all of the pain she had caused, the sight of her familiar frame (though not nearly as well-fed as he remembered) and the traces of her familiar scent that drifted his way made his heart leap with a relieved joy. She was okay. She was still alive. This past leaf-bare had been brutal, and more often than he would ever admit to anyone (in their hatred, everyone seemed to forget that he had lost a mother), he had found himself sending up a silent prayer to whoever might be listening in StarClan that she stay safe and healthy. Now, after all these moons, she had returned home - and even if it was only temporary, he would take what he could get. Blue eyes tracked her progress back to her old den, and as the crowd dispersed, he found himself following, with sudden caution, in her footsteps. Trepidation began smothering the joy that had filled him moments before. Surely she would be just as glad to see him as he was of her, right? The last time they had spoken had been on the RainClan border, him on one side and her on the other, and the rawness of everything had made it hard to get any words out. He had walked away and never quite forgiven himself for the inadequacy of that seemingly final farewell. She was his mother, for StarClan's sake; he ought to have been able to pull something more eloquent together. Then he was there, standing before her den, and he took a moment to both compose himself and savor what would happen next. In an action so familiar, so normal and right, that it hurt, he stepped forward, ducking his head and called out: "Swanfeather?"Hellion we shall have to start a thread for these two~ |
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