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Post by Fawn on May 27, 2017 23:43:19 GMT -5
Mockingbird 36 Moons. Warrior-Queen of TreeClan Ravenpaw recovered. As Mockingbird's steps carried her home, she was mindful of her daughter's movements, watching closely for any signs of returning illness. Departing in groups of three, those that were fortunate enough to recover were given the all-clear to return to TreeClan's main camp. Mockingbird's group was comprised of Zephyrfang, herself and her daughter.
Followingly shortly after would be Gorsetail, with Amberpaw and Aspenpaw.
Honeysong, though not sick herself, would be staying behind to keep an eye on the remaining patients of Bluejay and Falconstorm. Mockingbird had to remind herself to thank the two healers for 'doing their job so well, and keeping her daughter safe'. In reality, she had expected nothing less from two cats who touted the ability to 'converse with StarClan'.
She had no stock or faith in their ancestors, but only Mockingbird and perhaps her two remaining kits knew this. To everyone else, she was just as awe-struck and pious as the rest of them.
With a low purr of satisfaction, Mockingbird showed Ravenpaw where to cross the brook. Zephyrfang leaped the small channel easily, and the two she-cats followed calmly after. As soon as they were on the other side, the tabby tom was putting on a burst of speed, leaving them behind in his eagerness to reach his own mate and family.
Mockingbird rolled her eyes. The mute one and the loner. They certainly deserved each other.
Reaching the entrance to camp shortly after the tom had already gone through, Mockingbird entered it with a measured pace, but made sure it seemed quick, and that her eyes were wide and searching - the doting mate eager to return to Magpiewing's side. She found him at the fresh kill pile, and there was a brief instance where their gazes connected, and the I'm happy to see you mask was a little less manufactured and a little more... akin to sincerity.
"We're home," Mockingbird mewed, and licked a stray tuft of fur down that had been standing up on Ravenpaw's neck. "There's Owlpaw and your father coming this way." Mockingbird frowned, watching closely as Magpiewing veered away from Owlpaw to go to the medicine cat's den.
Why?
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 9:56:25 GMT -5
Now tell me all about your pain, down to the detail...
Magpiewing was about to choose a meal from the freshkill pile before heading out to hunt when Zephyrfang burst into camp. The former loner did not slow for any cat, clearly seeking out his family after being kept from them for so long. Turning bright yellow eyes toward the camp entrance, he wondered if any other cats were well enough to return. He was about to decide that no, Zephyrfang was the only one, when Mockingbird and Ravenpaw padded into camp together. He required no mask for the genuine sense of relief that washed over him at the sight of his mate, alive. He allowed the feeling to show in his features, building upon it into a show of absolute joy. As far as he was aware, Mockingbird had never been sick, but the risk had been very real.
His yellow gaze shifted to his daughter. He was actually glad she hadn't died, it would have been a terrible disappointment if she had. She had so much potential for such an interesting life, he would have hated for it to be cut so short. He took a step toward them, prepared for the joyous reunion they would be expected to perform, but that made him remember Berrypaw's return. He glanced toward the medicine den where their son was recovering from his ordeal, and turned that way instead. Mockingbird would want to see him, and he her. Berrypaw would add genuine sincerity and enthusiasm to their reunion that even the most suspicious cats could not doubt.
He stepped into the den, excitement and eagerness edging his tone, “Berrypaw, your mother has returned with Ravenpaw, they're both alive and well!” Hopefully the little fool wouldn't overexert himself in his excitement at the news. His wounded leg was recovering well, but Berrypaw was not the sort of cat to sit still of his own volition, so he had been confined for his own safety so he did not make his wound any worse or slow the healing process. Magpiewing was quite aware of how restless it made him and was sure the... mild excitement of a family reunion would do no harm. “Take it easy now,” he warned his son before he could come bursting from the den before turning and making his way back to Mockingbird and Ravenpaw, Owlpaw already greeting them.
He hurried his steps, making sure to appear appropriately eager, and did not pause before rubbing his cheek against Mockingbird's, purring happily, “I'm so glad you're back. We missed you so much.” He glanced at Owlpaw, confident his son would also play his part well, before turning his attention to Ravenpaw, “I was so worried about you both.” He stepped closer to her to lick her between the ears, wondering if she would accept his forced affection or not. Their daughter knew they played a game and had been making it clearer and clearer that she did not particularly care to join them in their facade. It made her predictably unpredictable, it made her dangerous, and it made her... exciting.
Glancing back toward the medicine den, Magpiewing's tail waved happily behind him as he looked back to his mate, delivering at last news he knew she would be genuinely happy to hear, his voice thick with emotion, “Berrypaw is alive. Our family is whole again.”
Don't say it's love, your fragile heart feeds my contempt.
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Post by Phoenix on May 29, 2017 19:36:02 GMT -5
 OWLPAW you'll see him in your nightmares
you'll see him in your dreams For whatever reason, Appleshade had made herself scarce that day, so Owlpaw was left more or less to his own devices. Although he did not particularly care to ask and confirm his suspicions, he suspected that she was feeling bad for the poor apprentice whose previous mentor was currently dying in the Hidden Thicket and was reluctant to work him too hard. Never one to pass up an opportunity to make life a little easier, he was not about to dissuade her, and he always made sure to lower his shoulders just a little more whenever he caught sight of her. Indeed, the few interactions he had had with the pretty warrior suggested that she was everything that he had expected she would be: incredibly easy to manipulate but nonetheless mildly entertaining. They were polar opposites. If he didn’t have so little faith in her acting ability, he might have thought that Lionstar had assigned her to him simply because he wanted to keep an eye on the grandchild of his enemy, but everything she did screamed pure… Appleshade. Owlpaw had no doubt that his father was amused at the entire situation, though naturally the older tom was as respectful as ever to his new mentor.
From the fringes of camp, golden eyes tracked his father as he made his way across camp, watching as he examined the fresh-kill pile. Their owner sat amid a small group of apprentices, keeping the younger ones company as they swapped training stories. Listening to Fawnpaw, Thornpaw, and Finchpaw recount their tales of patrolling the border with the same energy as if they had fought off an entire NightClan patrol by themselves was entertaining, but while they likely believed an older tom found genuine interest in their lives, he only used them as a check and cover. Imperative to playing his game was finding players who were willing to take part, and if he was to maintain his masks in order to do so, then he had better keep them as realistic as possible. Unfortunately, that meant spending extended periods of time with felines in his own age group.
Heads turned – his father’s among them – when Zephyrfang burst into camp as if Demon was on his tail, and it was much to his genuine delight and surprise that he spied the two she-cats padding along in his shadow. Abruptly, the gray apprentice rose to his paws, and barely having to play up the enthusiasm, he ran over, a wide smile on his face. ”Mom!” Owlpaw exclaimed as he rushed forward and, without any hesitation, buried his face in her dark pelt. A loud purr rumbled in his chest as he breathed in her familiar scent before turning to address his sister. ”Ravenpaw!” Ever the charmingly awkward apprentice, he made himself hesitate a moment too long before carefully touching his nose to her cheek. ”Thank StarClan, you two are safe,” He grinned. ”I’m so glad; I was so worried. Did you hear…?”
As Magpiewing’s voice reached him, he let his own trail off, and standing beside his mother and sister, he turned to see Berrypaw and his father approaching them. The latter moved forward and exchanged his own greetings with the other half of their family, while Owlpaw trotted forward to meet his brother. ”Come on, Berrypaw,” He grinned warmly. ”Mom and Ravenpaw are back!” And if the excitement in his voice was not entirely genuine… well, no one needed to know.
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Post by Silver on Jun 9, 2017 12:27:52 GMT -5
 Warrior Apprentice of TreeClanReturning to the camp brought a much needed sense of relief to many but for Ravenpaw it brought nothing but the return of stress and a never-ending headache. Her family all enjoyed their little games and she'd never particularly liked to pretend like they did. She would occasionally indulge them a bit but considering she still felt like her skin was stretched too tightly over her bones now wasn't one of those times. She allowed her mother to fuss over her a bit, but the sight of first her brother then her father brought about an irritated hiss that spoke louder than words that she did not wish to be touched.
Then came the news of her brother and the rude snort that left her also told everyone her opinion. "Oh, so the idiot couldn't even have the decency to stay dead? Great, but don't expect me to feel sorry for him. He's the one that did something stupid in the first place. I want no part of it." Her tail flicked in agitation and she tolerated her father's offer of affection - mostly because it was so rare and she really didn't feel completely well and thus still felt the childish urge to be comforted by her parents - yet when her other brother did so she hissed at him and lashed out at him with sharp claws against his chest. She did not want him to touch her; he wasn't allowed.
It was a testament to just how unlike herself she was still feeling that she kept leaning against her mother just slightly to feel the strength of the older she-cat next to her. It was the only show of weakness she was allowing herself and one she felt her mother would understand. Better in front of family than those that would use it against her, after all. Then again, with her family, who's to say they were any less likely to use such things against her. Oh well. |
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Post by Hellion on Jun 28, 2017 23:27:38 GMT -5
 Apprentice of TreeClan | Tom Young hearts, out our minds Running 'til we outta time
Exhasution had taken ownership of his body. The tenderness felt in his leg and over all ache of his body reminded him of what he survived. That he was in fact very lucky to be alive.
Attempting to relax within the darkness of the medicine cat's den, Berrypaw was quickly becoming bored. He had little to do besides sit and wait for Falconstorm to check on his leg. In fact, Berrypaw was sure he forgot what it felt like to climb a tree. Looking down toward his mangled leg, he glared. 'Heal faster' He told the limb before expelling a huff and lower himself down in his nest. Perhaps Falconstorm was right.
Closing his handsome green eyes for all of two seconds. He heard his father's voice and quickly perked up. Hearing that his mother and sister had returned to camp, Berrypaw pushed himself to stand. Eager to see them and show off that he was in fact still alive and that it took more than a Demon attack to get him down. Excitement radiated off his pelt as he made his way toward the exit, his father's warning ignored. 'I'll be fine,' He wanted to tell him but kept his mouth shut.
Realizing that his father went on ahead of him didn't bother Berrypaw. He didn't expect anyone to cater to his slower pace, in fact, it only urged him to move faster. He arrived beside his father, beaming with pride as stood before his mother and sister.
Berrypaw narrowed his eyes slightly at Ravenpaw's words, but like before he brushed them off. It didn't matter what his sister thought, he simply wanted to see his mother happy that he was in fact alive. "I'm glad you made it back safe," Berrypaw told them, but his words were directed toward Mockingbird mor so than his sister.
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Post by Fawn on Jun 29, 2017 7:36:01 GMT -5
Mockingbird 36 Moons. Warrior-Queen of TreeClan “Berrypaw is alive. Our family is whole again.”
Do not lie to me, she inwardly hissed, the sound strained even in her own mind. What had already begun as a happy reunion, was now going to be made into a miraculous one - and Mockingbird, already coming to terms with the truth that Magpiewing had nothing to gain by lying to her, gazed rigidly at the medicine cat's den.
After a few heartbeats that stretched on like the longest night of leafbare, a black-pelted tom - her son, her kit - appeared, and Mockingbird was thrown into a maelstrom of emotions. Her son was alive. The bloodscent in her nostrils must have been imagined, the iron tang on the back of her tongue put there as she laid eyes on Berrypaw's wounded leg and battered appearance.
She could picture, with shiver-inducing clarity, her son screaming and writhing in Demon's grasp. Yet something had forced the lynx to let go; she would not believe StarClan had any part to play in this, and yet, for a fraction of a wingbeat, Mockingbird considered the possibility that they might have actual power over the fates of cats.
And then she came to her senses, her shock thawing to reveal a mother's love underneath. Mockingbird uttered a purr, husky with emotion, and covered Berrypaw's face and ears in licks, half-smoothing down his fur where it was needed. "My son lives," she purred, "StarClan has been good to us, Magpiewing. Welcome home, Berrypaw."
He will heal. He is strong, and he will not be discouraged by his wounds. Mockingbird made a mental note to speak to Bluejay and Falconstorm later. She wanted this proclamation to be supported by facts, not just the powerful optimism of a mother for her kit. More than the repairing of his physical wounds, however, Mockingbird desired a growth of intellect from her son. He did not need to make such rash decisions. If this encounter had not shown him the errors of pride and foolhardy choices, then she was going to have to have a long lecture with him about the nature of risk.
And as for Ravenpaw...
A seed of irritation opened and took root behind the gray queen's eyes, as Ravenpaw's vitriolic retort drew her attention away from her son. "You need to rest, Ravenpaw." She mewed, golden eyes narrowing with an air of command. "Go and lie down. Owlpaw can bring you something when you wake up." A thin ashen tail touched her daughter's flank, and her tone softened a fraction, able to see the fatigue and the unwellness still plaguing Ravenpaw. "Go on."
The matriarch then stepped forward to fully greet the rest of her family - a nuzzle for Owlpaw, who played their little game so well, and a full rub of the top of her head beneath Magpiewing's chin, the gesture not inauthentic. "You have done well, all of you." Mockingbird looked to each of her family's faces. "I am proud."
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.Tags - Notes - 490 Words @zen Phoenix Silver Hellion |
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