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Post by Fawn on Aug 13, 2017 17:08:48 GMT -5
Mockingbird 39 Moons. Warrior-Queen of TreeClan Of course, Lionstar would choose the hottest day in greenleaf to send for TreeClan's temporarily rehomed kits. Mockingbird's dark charcoal coat soaked in the sunlight's warmth greedily, and she longed to cool herself down in the sparkling brook. However, not until she had completed her task for the morning. She glanced once, maybe twice to TreeClan's deputy as she walked abreast with the tom, though with a harelength between them. Mockingbird was making no efforts to mask her eagerness to see her mate again; she didn't care about the two mewling bundles that had caused all this headache in the first place.
It had been too long since she had laid eyes on Magpiewing. Too long, since she had exchanged words with the only cat in the Clan she truly felt a bond with. Her brother's death had been little more than a distraction in her life; Berrypaw's had cut much deeper, but with her son's return, she had thought her family whole again. Until Lionstar deemed it necessary to send her mate away on some absurd kitsitting assignment in RainClan.
They had reached the edge of TreeClan's territory. Mockingbird could still smell smoke on the wind, and her ears flicked, the feline's eyes narrowing into embers of gold as her gaze swept over the damaged parts of the forest. The fire had devastated LightningClan; she could see the ruin every time they renewed the scent markings in the open woods - which had become a charcoal forest of soot and shriveled, blackened things.
Mockingbird reached the edge of the water, where RainClan's river branched into TreeClan's sparkling brook. The dust they had kicked up from the shallow marsh (which had become dry, the earth parched by the sun) clung to her heels. The brittle grass did nothing to brush it away, but the current would chase away some of the heat. Mockingbird looked to Gorsetail. "You first," she mewed politely, as if her intentions weren't at all to get a sense of the water depth and current strength by watching him take the first step.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.Posting Order: Fawn Phoenix Justice Zeneka Note: Phoenix's post can have them crossing the river and StarClan's Claws, to meet with Silverfrost somewhere in RC's border~ Justice can bring them to Echoshade and Magpiewing ^^ |
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INVENTORY
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 15, 2017 10:39:56 GMT -5
Gorsetail Deputy of TreeClan i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight Two words shattered the silence that had remained otherwise unbroken during their trek across the charred territory. Green eyes moved from the river to glance at the other member of their small patrol of two, the deputy flicking his ears as he inclined his head slightly in agreement. Being the daughter of Grayowl earned Mockingbird no small amount of distrust from the rest of their clan, and though she was far from his favorite warrior, he tried to remind himself that she ought not to be punished for her father’s actions whenever he faced interacting with her with an unfair amount of reluctance. Still, the silence had provided him with a merciful reprieve from having to make small talk with a she-cat with whom he had never been particularly close, and for that, he was grateful. The feel of cold water on his fur snapped him out of his musings as he carefully made his way across the fairly shallow stream. Moonfeather had once asked him if he could swim - and he could, for crossing this stream every full moon necessitated that particular skill - but it did not mean he held a RainClan cat’s particular fondness for water. The lack of rainfall, apart from that burst that doused the fire, meant that the water came up to the middle of his legs and did not threaten to throw him off balance, so Gorsetail picked his way across the stony river with practiced ease. Mockingbird must be excited to see her mate again, he found himself thinking idly as he waited for her to join him, and even if they were still recovering from the devastating fire, he was eagerly anticipating the return of Meadowleaf’s two kits. He hoped that the wonderful innocence of those untouched by the world’s horrors could heal TreeClan’s battered soul. Between the greencough epidemic and this most recent destruction, the clan was getting tired. He could feel it in the air - they needed something to raise morale. With StarClan’s Claws now at their back, the pair walked on. TreeClan’s deputy hesitated before stepping over the border into RainClan territory as many seasons of training warred with the agreement that they had made with the other clan. They would not venture deep within RainClan’s boundaries but rather just far enough so that they would perform the bulk of the work involved with carrying Flamekit and Pantherkit home. These were TreeClan kits, after all; it would hardly be fair to force RainClan to carry them the majority of the way. Jaws opened, Gorsetail scented the air as he drew to a stop and waited for a long-legged silver tom to appear, twitching tail betraying his discomfort at lingering within another clan’s territory. In the short conversations he had held with the other deputy, the tabby could see why Stormstar had chosen the younger tom as his second in command. Despite his young age and consequent lack of experience, Silverfrost clearly had his clan mates’ respect and appreciation, and the TreeClan cat had never faced anything other than careful neutrality. ”Hello Silverfrost,” He greeted the other tom politely when he drew close. ”Have you met Mockingbird?” |
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Post by Justice on Sept 8, 2017 15:52:48 GMT -5
He'd been waiting at the border for the TreeClan delegation to arrive. He'd come with two other warriors, just to keep the numbers even. He didn't expect they'd attack him, because his clan would destroy them and they'd never see those kits again if they tried it, but he wasn't about to meet them alone. He'd already discussed things with Stormstar, made sure his leader knew when he left so that if he felt it took too long he could send someone to check on their progress. Preparations even though he didn't expect to be attacked at all. When he saw them coming he came to his paws, making sure he stood planted and alert as he approached the deputy from TreeClan. "Gorsetail." He dipped his head a little then gave a slight shake. "I have not. I know its your mate that's been staying with us while the kits were growing, so I must thank you for the sacrifice you made allowing yourself to be apart from him for so long." He turned and gestured with his tail. "Lets go." He didn't like this at all. Those kits were RainClan kits now, and it was going to break Echoshade's heart to let them go. TreeClan didn't need more mouths to feed, with leafbare slowly creeping in and their territory scorched. Prey was going to be a problem. Did they really need to take the kits back now? Could they feed them? Could they protect them, keep them warm and safe and happy? They didn't even know anyone in that clan, they thought Echoshade was their mother. And she was, and she would always be. His steps were light, and he didn't waste time getting them there, ignoring the stares and quiet whispers of the clan as the strangers came into camp. He stopped them outside the nursery. "Wait here." Silverfrost entered the nursery and returned with a she-cat at his paws. "This is the queen that has been taking care of the kits for your clan. Echoshade." Her large eyes were sad as she looked at the gathered cats, and after a moment she called the kits by name to join her. The two little scraps of fur hid near her front paws, staring curiously at the strangers. It killed him to see the look in her eyes, that she was practically pleading with him not to let this happen. But what choice was there? These kits belonged to TreeClan by birth. "I've sent someone to fetch Magpiewing. Its been...interesting having him here." To put it mildly. The tom was well behaved, but something about him still put Silverfrost's hackles up. Everyone else told him he was imagining things. "Mother, why are these cats here?" And there it was. One of the little toms, with his squeaky little voice, wondering at the goings on. And it told him Echoshade hadn't really told them they'd have to leave. Fawn Phoenix @zen |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2017 1:16:01 GMT -5
I'm feeling careless with your fragile little heart...
Magpiewing was out trying his paw at fishing. He still didn't particularly like fish, but having another hunting skill in his repertoire could prove useful in the future. He hadn't been bold enough to ask to learn, it was a skill RainClan guarded rather jealously, after all, but then the pretty silver tabby Swansong had simply come up and offered to give him a lesson if he'd like. It seemed she was attracted to him from her very obvious body language and the way she made their pelts brush as they walked along together.
He did nothing to encourage or dissuade her, playing innocent, as though he didn't notice her blatant flirting. Let her act like a fool if she wanted. He was sure at this point most every cat knew he had a mate and family back in TreeClan and wasn't at all interested in the females RainClan had to offer, but that knowledge apparently was not enough to stop Swansong. Magpiewing hadn't paid the she-cat too much attention during his time with the water dwelling Clan, but from what he HAD seen of her, she was quite the flirt. Perhaps it was just how she interacted with every tom.
So here he sat at the water's edge while Swansong purred instructions at him, gave him a careful demonstration of her own skill. He paid attention well, but was careful to make his own attempts as sloppy as possible, to which she predictably giggled and did her best to correct him. Fishing did not seem terribly difficult. He was sure with some practice on his own, he could get it down. But having a terrible time of learning a new skill was far more endearing, and helped him keep up his mask of innocence far better.
Vinestripe came bounding toward the pair all of a sudden, as Magpiewing was about to fake another terrible try at fishing. Thank StarClan, he was growing bored of this game, and Swansong showed no signs of letting him go until he had actually caught a fish. The silver tabby hissed in annoyance at her brother for interrupting them, but Vinestripe ignored her and informed Magpiewing that the TreeClan deputy had come to take back the kits and they were waiting for him.
Ears pricked with interest, Magpiewing apologized to Swansong for their lesson being cut short, and thanked her for taking the time out of her day to teach him before following Vinestripe back to camp, Swansong following a bit more sullenly. Upon entering the RainClan camp and spotting a familiar gray pelt, he rushed forward, a surge of emotions overtaking him before he could stop them, and pressed his nose into Mockingbird's cheek fur, purring loudly, “I missed you so much.”
He stepped back as the familiar little voice asked why these strange cats had arrived and turned his bright yellow gaze to the two tom kits at Echoshade's paws. He had made himself almost as important in their lives as Echoshade, taking on the role of father figure. He played with them the little scraps every chance he got, brought them feathers to play with, and recently he'd told them about TreeClan. Not that they were from it, not yet, but that he was, but he had come to RainClan to be with them. He told them how TreeClan cats lived in the forest, how they hunted instead of fished, and they definitely swim unless they had to. He'd told them quite a lot about where they had come from, but he hadn't wanted to upset Echoshade by telling them their truth, and risk upsetting other RainClan cats by doing so. But here it was.
He stepped toward Echoshade, giving her a sympathetic look, quite aware she had grown attached to the two toms and that giving them up would be hard for her. And though he didn't honestly care, he appeared entirely genuine. He leaned down to the kittens and gave them both a reassuring lick between the ears, purring softly in the hopes it might put them more at ease. This transition was not going to be as smooth as he had hoped it would be, but it was his job now to make it work regardless, “You remember all those stories of TreeClan I've told you, don't you?”
He looked back at Mockingbird and... Gorsetail. “This is Gorsetail, TreeClan's deputy. And this is Mockingbird, my mate. It's time for me to go back to TreeClan. And you two lucky kits get to have a great adventure and come with us,” he purred, letting a tinge of excitement into his tone. Flamekit's little ears perked with interest, but Pantherkit pressed closer to Echoshade, clearly not at all sure about this supposed 'adventure'.
I'll only let you down, I'm fucking sick, believe me. Fawn Phoenix Justice
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Post by Fawn on Sept 14, 2017 15:48:39 GMT -5
Mockingbird 39 Moons. Warrior-Queen of TreeClan Foreign sights and scents swept over her. The reek of fish, the constant hush of a nearby camp stream, and the low murmur of voices she did not recognize. Mockingbird found herself intrigued - for a moment - until Magpiewing appeared, and her sense of balance was restored. "And I, you." Mockingbird purred. She rubbed her cheek against her mate's, withholding a hiss of dislike as the tang of salmon and trout and she-cat tickled her tongue.
An interrogation did not follow this unwanted smell, instead, as RainClan's deputy led them to the nursery, Mockingbird took stock of her surroundings. A she-cat, older than either she or Magpiewing, was watching them from the reeds of RainClan's camp. Eye contact was made, and Mockingbird's gaze narrowed into cold slivers of color; she watched the RainClan she-cat's pelt bristle as she broke eye contact first.
Temporarily satisfied, Mockingbird followed them into the makeshift den.
The construction here was practical from a RainClan cat's point of view, but Mockingbird did not like the way the wind whistled through the ferns. It felt too exposed. They thought themselves safe with their surrounding stream and their den full of warriors. How long would it be before something tested that?
A distressed queen, and two confused kits. Mockingbird stood beside her mate, putting on an expression of gentility and welcome; the scene was enough to break anyone's heart - but Mockingbird wasn't anyone. Any potential kinship she felt with (Echoshade, was her name?) the queen over being able to understand from a mother's perspective, was not present. It was obvious that Echoshade hadn't told Flamekit and Pantherkit what was going to happen to them.
It was almost deliberate cruelty, but Mockingbird knew with one look into the queen's very large, pleading eyes, that it had been weakness, not cruelty, behind that decision. "Lionstar is eager to meet with you," Mockingbird added, tone sweet. "He knew your real mother very well." Mockingbird looked forward to watching Lionstar have to answer a barrage of questions and try to maintain order with these two.
They didn't look like they were going to behave themselves.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles. |
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