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Post by Taxx on Dec 29, 2018 20:58:50 GMT -5
Teller of the Mountain Sky It was snowing heavily. Flakes fell quickly, a curtain of white at the mouth of the cave. The younger members were awed at the sight, the ones who had never seen snow before- or those who had never seen it fall so heavily. The last Time of Frozen Water had been exceptionally mild, with few snows; they had been lucky, it seemed. Their luck had run out this season.
There was a feeling in the air that had the Tribe restless; Skyteller saw it in the faces that watched him as he sat at the cave's entrance, amber eyes peering out through the storm, his tail flicking restlessly back and forth. He was waiting for the hunting party that had gone out to return; the weather had turned so quickly. He should have known better. Should have kept them in the cave. He trusted Green to do her best to get all of them back safe, but it still didn't calm his worry. Nothing would, until they had returned.
A sudden spike of unexplained fear brought the ginger Healer to his paws and he began to pace, hardly hearing the quiet voices, the air of rising tension from the rest of the Tribe. Skyteller's fur prickled down his back, a sudden sense of foreboding crashing over him. Scarcely a heartbeat later, the ground rocked beneath his paws. Wails of terror rose, more than one remembering the awful cave-in that had stolen so many lives, and for a moment he was frozen, waiting for the sound of rocks tearing themselves loose and plunging down to crush the cats.
But it held; a glance upward revealed no cracks, no indication that the cave was any less safe than it had been already. There was no time for relief, though; a dim roar, growing ever louder, had begun to cover the sound of the snow falling around him. At the same time, he caught a glimpse through the storm, two dark shapes visible through the falling snow: the hunting party, returning by their usual path over the Slope.
The feeling, even though the ground was now steady, had not gone away. It only seemed to grow as the roar did. He knew, when he saw it, what it was, though he had never seen it with his own eyes, and he could only yowl as loudly as he could in the hopes of the returning cats hearing him. Not enough, he knew with horrible certainty, as he saw one of the dark shapes leap into flight, with a faint cry just reaching his ears, as a wall of snow swept down the mountain to bury them all. Tribe of Forgotten Waters |
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Post by Fawn on Jan 4, 2019 20:32:14 GMT -5
Dusk that Shrouds the Forest Home is when you're right where you should be Prey-Hunter, 60 Moons There was nothing but cold, blinding white. His vision was black, the breath knocked clean out of his body as he was overcome by a wave of rushing snow. It was what he imagined being hit by a mountain felt like; he could scarcely breathe, scarcely think, scarcely do anything except get swept away like a kit in a flash flood. Dusk's body collided painfully with something hard - a rock? a branch? a Tribemate? - and he cried out, choking on snow that flooded his mouth and sent his fight-or-flight senses into overdrive.
Winters in the valley had been nothing like this.
This was a new kind of beast - that was indeed what it was; it had rumbled and roared and swallowed them, and now they were in its cold, empty, endless belly. Dusk's paws feebly churned, his heart a desperate staccato in his ears. He felt himself beginning to slip away - but whether it was sleep or death come to claim him, Dusk couldn't immediately tell.
"H-Help," he mewled, feeling the weight of the snow pressing on his body. Dusk struggled with the last of his dwindling focus, black and ginger-speckled paws scooping and digging. A space was carved out to breathe in, but his flanks were moving too rapidly for it to be of any true benefit. His claws numbly brushed against a young sapling that wobbled along its trunk, but he hardly noticed. He couldn't catch his breath. H-Help me... Someone... please... Darkblaze...Dark...Dar...
The Prey-Hunter lost consciousness, shivering from the fear of someone discovering his frozen, flattened corpse in the first thaw of Newleaf. Tribe of Forgotten Waters |
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jan 27, 2019 6:05:27 GMT -5
Moon
Full Moon on Still Water
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
Irony had a funny way of rearing it's head.
While the mountain was covered with snow, or even while it fell from the sky, the tiny she-cat managed to blend in with her stark white pelt. Granted, she still had yet to actually catch anything, but the learning youngster had managed to get that camouflage down as all Prey-Hunters did.
She had never known fear. Technically she had been spooked by the stories Lizard had told her when she was a kit, but that didn't count as actually being scared of something. And despite her tiny stature, she liked to believe she was the biggest cat in that cave, and big cats didn't get scared.
It all happened within seconds.
Snow came crashing towards the hunting party, so quick and abrupt that no-cat had time to figure out a plan before they were engulfed by the frosty element. Moon could feel her heart hammering within her chest, practically breaking apart her rip cage as fear rippled through her body. She couldn't see, she couldn't move, she could breathe.
Panic was starting to sprout within her chest like a wildfire as her tiny body went tumbling somewhere within the mass of snow that attempted to sweep her from the mountain side. She was trapped, she was being smothered, she couldn't get out of it and it cause a level of blood racing within Moon's body.
Help!
She attempted to screech it, but she couldn't open her jaws.
And then she was floating. This was it and she was only twelve moons old. Maybe she'd get to finally meet her mother and father... Of course it only lasted for a second as her tiny form was dropped rather painfully onto what she could only assume had been a ledge. What little breath was left within her lungs was forced out in a painful way.
Her vision was blurry as Moon attempted to open her pale blue gaze, pain and exhaustion wrapped around her like an eagle's talons around it's prey. The ground around her was cold as the white feline lay upon the disturbed snow, she wasn't too far away from where she had fallen from. A weak wail parted from Moon's lips before the inky blackness of unconsciousness swept her away, almost in a similar way as the avalanche that had just turned her world upside down.
The snow... what she blended into the best, would it be the death of her too? It was her last fading thought as she hoped one of her beloved tribe-mates took a look over the edge to see her fallen form. The falling snow steadily blending into her long fur.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or danceFawn Taxx Amber @zen //Pssst, just look off the side xD |
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Post by Taxx on Jan 28, 2019 18:29:02 GMT -5
Teller of the Mountain Sky The roar of the avalanche died as the wave of snow settled, and for a heartbeat or two Skyteller stared at the expanse of snow, the voices of shock and fear from behind him matching his own. Song darted past, the sudden blur shaking Skyteller from his momentary freeze, and he yowled after the to-be. "Stop!"
For another couple tail-lengths she continued, only then skidding to a halt and twisting to stare back at him, eyes wide. "But- Mother! Mother's down there!"
"I know. We'll find her and the rest. You need to stay in the cave. Cave-guards!" he called, turning again to the group gathered on the narrow ledge in front of the cave. "Wolf, you stay, guard the entrance. No cat is to leave until we're back. All prey-hunters and to-bes are to stay." He flashed another look at Song, only to see her staring down at the snow-covered slope again, her tail twitching back and forth and her ears flat. "Song!"
Her tail gave a harder lash and she spun, her pelt rippling as she stalked past him on her way back to the cave; the older guards were padding toward the Healer and he turned to lead them toward the snow, his heart beating faster at the thought of what had happened to the five cats who had been returning- he'd seen Green, he knew, and Dusk's dark coat, but of Moon and Light, and Mink? Moon. She was so little, and purely white- how lucky would they be to find her, buried in all the snow?
Lizard darted past, lifting her voice to call for the she-cat she'd nursed after her mother had died. Risky, but if they could get those buried to answer, it would help narrow down where to dig. "Branch, Roar, stand guard! The rest of you, start looking. Green!" He called as loudly as possible, straining to hear and wishing the snow would stop falling- it was only going to make this harder.
The others were spreading out; Dark was searching for his brother, Dusk, and worry for the tom with his condition made that fear sink deeper; and Green was older than he was. How was he supposed to find her- alive? "Skyteller!" Storm's screech caught his attention and he whipped around, spotting the gray tom standing at the edge of the field of snow, and he darted over, his heart squeezing at the sight of Light lying limp, eyes half-closed and a trickle of blood staining the snow beneath her head. She was too still, and the hopeful press of a paw onto her chest revealed the telling lack of a heartbeat. His eyes closed and a shudder passed along his body- her kits were going to take this hard. Ancestors, he prayed, receive her. Let her find peace with you.
"Get Branch to help you take her back to the cave; we will mourn her and bury her in the morning." But he couldn't stop looking yet; not until all of the cats were recovered- living or not.
He'd turned, about to go back to search, when a flash of motion caught his eye and he jerked his head back, eyes widening at the sight of Moon lying half-buried; he sprang toward her, relief for some good news flashing through him, and crouched at her side. "Are you hurt? Can you walk?" She had to be freezing, but he didn't want to move her yet. "Lizard!" he called, summoning the she-cat over at a run. Tribe of Forgotten Waters |
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Post by Amber on Feb 2, 2019 22:07:02 GMT -5
LIGHTS BLAZING IN THE DARK brother let me be your fortress The stone surrounding them rattled violently, causing more than one head to look up in panic. Golden eyes scanned the stone above, searching, but could find no visible signs of wear. A familiar form pressed into his side, and Dark looked down to see his daughter huddled against him. He gave her a calming lick between her ears, before a rolling roar and several sharp cries drew both their eyes to the cavern entrance.
"Ebony, stay here." He flicked his tail lightly over his daughter’s side, tossing a firm glance her way. At her somber nod, he bounded off, halting just inside the entrance. His eyes raked over the newly-piled snow, seeking any signs of the cats he realized had been trapped beneath. Skyteller was giving orders, and Dark was swift to be one of the first to venture out. From what he could figure out, the hunting patrol his brother had been on was the one returning to camp, which meant that Dusk was down there somewhere, buried underneath StarClan knows how much snow.
"Dusk! Dusk, where are you!" He was hesitant to call out, at first, worried that the snow would shift, and trying not to think about whether Dusk was conscious or alive enough to hear him or be able to respond, but when he realized that the snow had washed away all scents of the patrol, there wasn’t much of a choice left. "Dusk!"
His eyes narrowed as he tread carefully over the snow, trying to keep his paws as light as he could. It was nerve-wracking, to say the least; he was a Cave-Guard for a reason. He wan’t designed to move lightly over thin surfaces; he was too big, too bulky, but his brother’s life was too important. Dark could not lose him.
A faint, barely-there movement caught his eye, and he glared at a young sapling half-buried in the snow. It twitched again, and Dark bounded over, momentarily forgetting the sensitive surface he trod over. He kicked up a small cloud of snow as he skidded to a halt beside the tree and wasted no time. Immediately, he began digging, claws dragging the snow out and away. At the first glimpse of mottled fur, he moved faster, panic driving him nearly to recklessness. "Dusk! Dusk, please...please be okay..." he trailed off in a whisper, digging harder to purge the shadows threatening the edges of his sanity. be the one to light your way, bring you home TRIBE. CAVE-GUARD. 60 MOONS. |
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Post by neversky on Feb 2, 2019 23:31:24 GMT -5
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She pressed her shoulder into the flank of Wolf, the small calico was where she could always be found-- stuck like a leaf on a tree to her father. He could tell her to stay but she would rather be with him, every time he was called away on tribe duties he would look at his daughter before leaving and Lily could see the sadness in his eyes, even if he was gone for only seconds. She would stick around, she liked hearing Wolf talk with the grown ups, she liked to put in her two cents as well when she could manage.[break][break]
The cave-guards spoke softly amongst themselves but Lily was looking outside at the snow, falling heavily beyond the mountain’s walls. A rumbling seemed to sound from a distance but someone may have been snoring, Lily noticed the elders had quite the lungs on them when they fell into a deep sleep. She took a step forward as the flakes swirled into the cave just past Skyteller, who was staring intently outside. Just as the kitten was about to take another step the roar outside grew stronger, and the ground beneath her rumbled and began to vibrate under her paws. She scrambled back to the side of her father as quick as she could, claws scratching against the stone as a rush sounded from around them.[break][break]
Just as soon as it started, it stopped, and an eerie quiet coated the mountains. She cautiously peeked from behind Wolf to see the outside almost completely washed of color, the world was a blank canvas with some trees and peaks desperately trying to keep themselves above the avalanche. She could tell by the way Skyteller bounded into the snow and started giving orders something was wrong. With concern she looked to her father to see how he was reacting when Wolf was called forward to help with tribe recovery. [break][break]
She followed instinctively, padding along cautiously as tribe members rushed around her, screaming and digging. “I want to help!” Her small voice drifted upward but could barely be heard through the commotion. She looked to her father and to other dejected to-bes, ordered to stay in the cave.[break][break]
“Please, let me help…”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2019 18:39:08 GMT -5
Shadow of Soaring Eagle Tribe of Forgotten Waters Prey-Hunter To-Be 12 Moons Dusk was on the hunting patrol that had yet to return, but Eagle wasn't too worried. He could look after himself. Right?
Dusk was her hero. Everything about him, Eagle idolised. She loved him - he was like her dad, but cooler.
He couldn't die. She was sure of it. Who would help her with her training if he did? She was certain he couldn't die.
But her mother... her mother was out there too. She had to come back, too.
She saw Song attempt to rush the party of Cave-Guards who were gathering, awaiting Skyteller's instructions.
"All prey-hunters and to-be's are to stay."
So that was her doubly out, then. As a to-be prey-hunter, she had no hope of going out there with the cave-guards. Not that she wanted to. It looked cold.
"Dusk...please come back. Mom... please, please come back. I don't know what I'd do without you."
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Post by Fawn on Feb 6, 2019 8:36:44 GMT -5
Dusk that Shrouds the Forest Home is when you're right where you should be Prey-Hunter, 60 Moons Gray paws joined Dark's frantic black, scooping away chunks of snow to help clear the tortoiseshell tom trapped under the surface. Dusk's flanks were still moving, the snow having had only a brief time to cover him - and the addition of the air pocket he'd dug for himself more than enough to stave off asphyxiation. Still, the rescue felt premature; Light had been fatally wounded in the avalanche, what was to say Dusk had not suffered the same?
Perhaps as a mercy to the tom who had already lost so much, Dusk's eyes opened. "Darkblaze?" Frantic and hazy, the tom made a noise like a troddened mouse, limbs flailing until he realized he was being helped out of the snow by his brother and a cat he did not immediately recognize.
Storm. It's Storm.
The light on the surface of the snow seemed so blinding; Dusk shivered, the leafbare density not built to endure the weight and chill of so much snow pressing down on him. But he was free. He was alive. He could breathe. The tom took in great gulps of air, breathing in and out as slowly as he possibly could, while his heart raced and worry prickled him from ears to tail.
"What about Green? Has anyone seen Moon? Where is everyone?"
With wide eyes, Dusk looked past Dark's fur to see an assortment of cave-guards frantically digging through the snow and calling out the names of their Tribemates. Dusk turned to help on shuddering limbs, but was forced to sit when his paws sank into the fresh powder. Even now the snow was still trying to swallow them.
Dusk bit back bile, fearing that sense of helplessness he felt back in NightClan.
"Help the others. I'm alright. I promise." Dusk spoke to Storm and Dark, pleading with the two cave-guards to see that the rest of the hunting party survived - or were at least recovered, if survival was no longer possible. There was nothing he wanted more than to curl up with Dark, Ebony and Snow back in the cave, but he didn't leave the sight of the avalanche.
Not yet. He couldn't abandon his Tribemates, even if he was about as useful to them as an elder.
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Feb 6, 2019 19:08:13 GMT -5
Moon
Full Moon on Still Water
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
Unconsciousness rapidly wriggled throughout the tiny form of the she-cat, one second she was passed out, the next she could hear the frantic mews and calls from her tribemates as they quickly searched for each cat swept away by the chilling avalanche. The cycle continued for a few spells, and during each wave of consciousness the tiny she-cat attempted to wriggle, move or mew to capture anycat's attention.
It was hard. Everything within the white she-cat's body ached and hurt, from her head to her ribs to the tip of her feathered tail. And she was so cold.
Another wave of conciousness chased away the deep black vision that had come to fallen over her mind, and this time she could smell Skyteller, he was close to her. Without much thinking, Moon wriggled her tiny form, disrupting the stilled snow around her as she let out the smallest mew in an attempt to alert them to her location. She was grateful for the fact that she was awake at the moment, otherwise it might have been hard for the Tribe to find her perfectly blended coat.
With the larger tom's help, Moon managed to find her dainty paws underneath her once again, however with Lizard's scattered steps sending the sound of snow flying as the brown she-cat quickly made her way to the young cat she raised, it sent Moon into a whole different mindset.
Snow!
Pale blue eyes widened with fear, the fire of panic quickly rising within her small, white form as Moon found herself trapt within the nightmare she had just lived only moments before. Sides heaving with heavy breaths, Moon's medium length fluff stood on end and even her feathered tail poofed out.
She couldn't breath. She couldn't breath.
"Lizard!" Moon's voice was high pitched as her panic set in, causing wild fear to tighten throughout the small she-cat's chest. "Lizard, snow!" Wide, pale blue pools met the familar green gaze of the brown cave-gaurd, the older she-cat quickly pulling the to-be against her larger form in comfort and reassurance.
"Shh, my little one. You are safe now." Lizard gave a soft purr in an attempt to sooth the nerves building within the tiny she-cat. Moon was shivering both from the cold, pain and fear that was currently eating away at her body and mind. Not even the presence and comfort of the she-cat who raised her, or the sight of her healer was helping.
"The snow... The snow is coming..." Moon wailed as Lizard protectively wrapped her tail around her, worried about the younger she-cat's current state of mind. With her heart hammering within her chest, Moon found it harder and harder to breath as the cold, black wave of unconsciousness slowly crept over her exhausted form once more. "The snow..." Moon whispered as her pale orbs rolled into the back of her head, leaving her slumpt against her adoptive mother.
"Moon, you are safe..." Lizard whispered against the stilled, white to-be while adding a soft lick between Moon's ears. Glancing up at Skyteller, the cave-guard gave a flicker of her tail before grabbing Moon by the scruff of her neck. The white feline hardly weighed more than a rabbit, she was lucky that she was safe and alive, Light's body just a few tail-lengths away was enough to confirm that Moon had been just that.
Lucky.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or danceFawn Taxx Amber neversky @calico |
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