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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2014 15:48:13 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
With the chatter of the birds it was hard to get some shut-eye. Though it was probably too late to get any sleep anyways. The clan was already up and moving around and kits were squealing. The end of Leafbare and the beginning of Newleaf, and it was a time to be happy now that greencough was over. It was time to get back into the groove of things, bring prey in, defend the borders, beat up some Treeclanners. All that good stuff.
Opening those piecing blue orbs of hers, Ghostlight's vision cleared as she watched Smokefur and Featherpaw move around to try and restock what they lost during the hard epidemic that took several clanmates. It was her last day inside the Medicine Cat's den, and according to Smokefur, it was by Starclan's own paws that she didn't die from it herself.
She had overdone it and worked herself a little to hard, like what Roughthroat had done, may he rest peacefully in Starclan. Only she had survived because Blackwolf had forced her, and by forced, he literally dragged her into Smokefur's den. She hated feeling weak and sick, and so when reality had hit her that she had greencough she gave in and stayed with the two Medicine cats.
She had stayed longer than most cats, only because Smokefur was extremely worried that Ghostlight was going to loose her life, well and she had lost consciousness for about two days. It felt good to be able to breathe again, without coughing, and her eyes weren't crusty or nasty. She sat up to groom herself, and did she need it.
With her rough tongue running over her medium length fur, she swirled her ears to listen to the chattered that took place inside the camp, or she gathered what she could. New kits, new apprentices, the search for a new deputy. The clan seemed to be getting back together pretty well. And Ghostlight was sure Blackwolf was doing a lot to help out. He had done the same before when they had lost Boneshadow.
The pretty black she-cat let out a soft purr as she continued grooming her fur. She still wouldn't admit it, even to that stubborn tom she had grown used to, but she was glad that they had run into each other, glad they had fought and gotten over it. Blackwolf was definitely a plus for her now. She enjoyed his company and she absolutely loved to tease him. Ghostlight was pretty sure that he felt the same way, she was the only she-cat in the whole of the valley that didn't fawn over the thought of him.
Movement outside the Medicine Cat's den made her look up from grooming her chest, a smirk touched her muzzle as she caught Blackwolf's scent, he wouldn't come inside the den, he wasn't so fond of Smokefur, but he was there just the same. "I'm leaving Smokefur!" She called over her shoulder as she slowly padded out of the den, better not bound out and risk weakness making her stumble all over the place like a new born kit. "Waiting for me?" She purred as she padded out, flicking her plume of a tail at Blackwolf's muzzle.
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time |
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Post by Fawn on Jul 11, 2014 13:36:31 GMT -5
BLACKWOLF
Senior Warrior. NightClan. 40+ Moons. Tom. If there was one thing Blackwolf feared, it was angering StarClan and death-by-sickness; the heavy stench of sick and dying cats had been enough to drive him crazy, feeling agitated and restless as continues failed to improve.
It was a miracle (or perhaps some kind of strange joke) that Ratfur, one of his oldest companions and someone he considered by all definitions of the word frail, had somehow avoided getting greencough.
And yet, someone else far less deserving of that kind of death had fallen ill - so ill and so stubborn that he'd physically dragged her to Smokefur's den, counting on the Medicine Cat's sense of moral code to override the fact that they were not on good speaking terms with one another.
With Ghostlight hopefully recovering, Blackwolf's temper had shortened into nothingness, and he was snappish and aggressive with everyone but Ravenstar, though he'd bitten his tongue on more than one occasion to hold back any dry, irritable comments during Clan Meetings. She could not be blamed for the disease that swept through camp; if he knew who could, he would've been the first cat in line to give them a thrashing they'd have permanent scars from.
He didn't like it. All these cats dying. Cats that had become a staple of his every day life, were suddenly (or perhaps not so suddenly) disappearing right before his bi-colored eyes.
And then Roughthroat...
Having hunted for the day and growled orders at enough apprentices to keep his mood from sinking any lower, Blackwolf had somehow found himself in front of Smokefur's den, brought there by an unconscious desire to check up on Ghostlight. He heard her voice, dark, scarred ears swiveling forward to catch it, seeing that familiar smirk on her muzzle as she waltzed out to see him.
Blackwolf felt an inward pang of relief, that he would not be making peace with the death of another NightClan cat. The senior warrior was nothing if not extremely loyal to the Clan, and while he did not claim to have a good relationship with every cat that had died, he had still mourned his passing in his own silent, slightly bitter sort of way.
"Don't flatter yourself," He meowed, eyes showing humor. "I ran out of stuff to do."
Word Count: 380 Words
Tags: @ghostlight
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2014 15:26:10 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like farts 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
It was good to be out of that stuffy den, it still smelt like sickness and the fresh herbs that Smokefur and her apprentice had brought in didn't help with the smell whatsoever. She was glad that she was able to leave and stretch her legs, besides it was time for a good run through Nightclan's territory, maybe get into some trouble with a Treeclanner or two. That always made Blackwolf happy, well semi less grumpy.
Sinking her front legs forwards, Ghostlight let her back dip downwards as she stretched her stiff muscles out before shaking out her medium length fur and turning her pale blue eyes onto the grumpy face of Blackwolf. Hmm, she didn't realize that she missed looking at his sour face, it almost made her purr as she bent her neck to headbutt his shoulder, "Let's go do something." She said, waving her plume tail behind her as she moved her paws restlessly like a kit who couldn't wait to earn their apprentice name and go out for their first time.
"I know," Ghostlight mewed before brushing past Blackwolf and heading to the entrance of the camp, "Let's go patrol the Treeclan borders." Her tail waved as she beckoned him to follow her, "You can beat some Treeclanner up if they bother you, or just for fun." She let out a trill of amusement before the bushes engulfed her as she entered the Nightclan forests. Her pale orbs glanced around, looking up at the treetops where the sunlight filtered in, creating an interesting pattern on the forest floor.
Ghostlight glanced behind her, catching the sight of Blackwolf making his way behind her as her tail lashed like a playful kit. She had so much pent up energy, she'd probably drive the tom crazy, but she wanted to have a little fun, now that she was free of Smokefur's den. "I'll race you to the border!" She called over her shoulder, before she darted off, making somewhat of a racket, so hopefully no-one planned on hunting where she was headed or there wouldn't be much to catch.
The black she-cat slipped through the trees, purring as she bounced along, letting the scents and wind blow through her fur and nose. It felt so good to be free and carefree, or at least for now. She'd get back to business later, she wanted to enjoy not being sick for a couple of minutes. She glanced over her shoulder as she race along, trying to see if the larger black tom was following her, she couldn't be sure he would even chase after her, maybe he was just walking, rolling his duel colored eyes at her.
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time |
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Post by Fawn on Jul 23, 2014 9:33:58 GMT -5
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It was good that she was in such high spirits; Ghostlight was a strong cat, and even if he trusted Smokefur about as far as he could throw her (which, given enough practice, could actually be very far), the medicine cat was a skilled healer, when she wasn't refusing to eat.
"Let's go patrol the Treeclan borders."[...]"You can beat some Treeclanner up if they bother you, or just for fun."
Blackwolf snorted, humor flashing like lightning in his blue and gold eyes, a twitch of the tail to show his agreement. That would be fun; though he would've leaped at any chance to antagonize TreeClan in his earlier moons, as a senior warrior, Blackwolf was supposed to be considered 'mature' now.
Or something.
The jet black tom stalked after Ghostlight, watching her prance around like a rabbit in spring. He shook his head. "Don't overdo it, mousebrain. I don't wanna carry you back to Smokefur!" As the other dark-hued she-cat took off in her idea of a race, Blackwolf's gait increased from a meander to a trot, able to keep her within his sights despite their shadowy territory and her ability to blend in the shadows.
"Were you at the deputy announcement ceremony last night?" Called Blackwolf when he was in range. "Roughthroat's kits made a huge fuss over Slatenose becoming deputy. It was ridiculous." Of course, it was his apprentice who had raised the most hell over the decision; while a part of him admired her spunk and her sense of loyalty to her father (not that he could share this feeling), Blackwolf had little sympathy. In his eyes, they were a bunch of kits who hadn't yet grasped the full meaning of what it meant to be a warrior.
Cats died often enough that the scars had scarcely healed over before some other tragedy struck. Yes, it was their own beloved father, but he would have died at some point. The role of deputy didn't come without it's dangers, obviously.
He'd end up dead too someday, as much as he was loath to think of this.
Of course, the Clan would obviously take it upon themselves to mourn his loss for a week or more, maybe even hold a special ceremony at the next all-Clan gathering.
Blackwolf felt a little better at the thought of everyone wailing and sobbing over his corpse while he was in St.arClan sitting like a king. A smirk pulled at the black tom's lips.
Word Count: 411 Words
Tags: @ghostlight
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 16:41:04 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
She could hear the tom behind her picking up his gait as he stayed within range of her, though it wasn't like she was running at the top of her speed, just merely zig-zagging though the forest as her black fur fluffed out around her as a barrier to the wind that pressed against he body. She couldn't remember the last time she could do this without hacking up a lung in the process. She hated the fact that she had collapsed while out hunting and the brooding tom with her now had to drag her back like a mouse.
"Don't overdo it, mousebrain. I don't wanna carry you back to Smokefur!"
Ghostlight let out a snort as she slowed down, Blackwolf had touched that little nerve of embaressment. After a moment, she paused to let the larger tom catch up to her, flicking her ears as her breathing was still heavy from her jog. "I'm fine..." She licked her lips, tail flickering with annoyance behind her, "I'm not sick anymore." However, her remark had probably fallen on deaf ears as Blackwolf strode past her, before she padded to catch up besides him.
Roughthroat... Ghostlight really hadn't been thinking too much on the late deputy, now that Slatenose had taken his place anyways. But she had heard about how Roughthroat's kits made a big deal about loosing their father, and having another cat replace him so quickly. She had shared the Medicine Cat's den with Palepaw and Juncopaw for a while, as one was sick and the other with a broken leg.
"It's hard for them." She started, her ghostly blue eyes glanced up at his duel colored orbs. She hadn't been close to her deceased father, and she knew that Blackwolf was no-where close to speaking terms with his father. But from what she had seen, each of the five kits had a special relationship to their father, each different and precious and held a close bond. "I don't think we understand what they are going through because neither of us had or has a relationship with our father as they did with theirs."
She stepped forwards, eyes on her paws now as her plume tail flickered behind her, she knew the clan was in good paws with their new deputy, Slatenose, and given time the five kits of Roughthroat and Gracklefire would move on and accept what has taken place. "Besides," Ghostlight gave a soft purr, "I'm sure if you have kits, they would be very upset if you died and another took your place so quickly."
After a moment, Ghostlight shook her head, realizing she had fallen behind, watching Blackwolf with faded eyes as she imagined him with kits, playing gently with them, but only in secret because he couldn't let his clan know how much of a softie he was for his brood. The black hued she-cat felt her pelt heat up with embarrassment as she trudged forwards, heading towards the Treeclan border.
"They'll get over it in time..." She muttered as she passed him, tail brushing his flank. "Let's worry about Treeclan, huh."
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time |
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Post by Fawn on Aug 8, 2014 16:35:41 GMT -5
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"I'm sure if you have kits, they would be very upset if you died and another took your place so quickly."
These words drew a snort from the jet black tomcat, the tip of his tail flicking. They'd better, he mused with some degree of humor. If his own kits didn't mourn him then something was obviously wrong; he was already absolutely certain he could be a better father than Hawkscreech had ever been to him; for starters, he wouldn't hate his own son the second he was born.
His thoughts still on the subject of his rocky kithood and even tenser apprenticeship, Blackwolf's mismatched gaze settled upon the pretty black feline he'd dogged all the way here. "What was it like with your old tomcat?" A sudden roll of his eyes. "Mine hated me from the second we laid eyes on each other - jealousy or something, I never gave a rat's tail over what he thought of me and why."
Was it jealousy? It was true, though. Blackwolf really hadn't considered why Hawkscreech would have felt what he now realized to be unnatural levels of animosity towards his own his son; maybe it's because I'm better than him at everything. But how would Hawkscreech have known that at the time?
Blackwolf suppressed another snort. Maybe he just didn't like the looks of me the moment I got here. Which was surely a hallmark for the Clan, might he add. NightClan would not nearly be as interesting or as superior if it weren't for his efforts and dedication towards it's success.
As for Ghostlight...
With a whole six moons between them, the two cats had continuously missed one another. He'd become a warrior by the time her apprentice ceremony had rolled around, and since he hadn't been old enough at the time to take on a pupil of his own, the young Blackwolf likely hadn't really cared. He would've been off playing and tormenting with his friends and fully enjoying his newly-granted status.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 22:44:52 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
She wasn't expecting that response from Blackwolf, and she was surly glad that he hadn't caught her mooning over the thought of the big bad wolf having kits of his own, softening his hard heart just a little bit. So now, here she was, padding beside the tom she was slowly growing more fond of, thinking about the tomcat who sired her and her siblings.
She didn't remember much about the brownish-black tom who was called her father, as he died before she was apprenticed, before her mentor became more of a father figure in her life. "Bearfang... was abusive..." She started out, reaching back into her memories to remember the tom who didn't even seem to love her nor her siblings. They weren't fond memories, that's for sure.
"He didn't want Spiriteye, Hauntingwind or I to pretend, or play. He was strict on us and mean." She continued, pulling up the memories from deep within her head, "Even as kits we had work hard, he tried to make us battle each other with claws and fangs, as young as two months old..." She led off, remembering the time he used his claws on her or Hauntingwind to get them to understand what they should be doing, when all they wanted to do was play and have fun.
"When he died of greencough, all I felt was relief that I no longer had to be pushed to be a warrior that I wasn't... I think Bearfang was the reason that Hauntingwind decided to not be a warrior anymore." She finished softly, turning her ghostly blue eyes to Blackwolf, emotions scrolling through the pretty color as she let the memories curtle through her mind.
"What about you and Hawkscreech?" She asked, treading dangerous waters.
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time |
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Post by Fawn on Aug 9, 2014 23:39:15 GMT -5
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Whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't that. Bearfang, huh? If that sorry excuse for a father (much like his own, maybe they were swapping advice on bad parenting) hadn't already bit the dust, Blackwolf was angry enough that he likely would've said something to the old cat. Making a bunch of two moon old kits fight each other? Sick.
Mismatched eyes, fierce with ire, turned upon Ghostlight, completely ignoring her question bout Hawkscreech to proclaim vehemently, "your father was a reeking pile of fox dung. What kind of a freak makes his own kits fight each other?" He could see the more hardcore, overly militaristic types starting their kits on battle moves at 5 moons, but 2 moons? Was that supposed to be some kind of a joke?
Aware of this fact, he could now say he understood Ghostlight a little better. Why she was the way she was; her personality was difficult to get along with sometimes, but he'd bet two rabbits it had something to do with her crappy father. Why hadn't her mother stopped Bearfang? Unless she'd died during the kitting or she was too afraid of Bearfang to say a word against him. Blackwolf was a known bully, and yes he made his voice heard, but he didn't pick on kits the way someone like that did, he had more integrity than that.
Even if it was difficult to recognize it sometimes.
Mood soured, a dark ear flicked, his agitation transparent for all the world to see. "Sorry your father was a dirtface, Ghostlight. You deserved better." He didn't really say 'you and Spiriteye and Hauntingwind', because he wasn't all that concerned with her siblings, least of all the one that had become a loner, though he supposed now that he could see why Hauntingwind had left the Clan. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 3:29:22 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
The big brute of a tom gave her a rather good surprise as he not only ignored her question about his own father, but went on to aggressively defend her against a tom who was long dead. It was something she would have never expected, least of all from him. She and her siblings were young when her father abused them, and young still when he passed away. She hardly remembered him and yet, here was Blackwolf, ready to rip his head off if he should step in-front of him.
She knew clanmates were there to have your back, but she never expected a clanmate to feel so strongly about something such as Bearfang's actions towards her as a kit. It left a rather warm feeling flood into her body, because not only did Blackwolf care, he was actually protective of her, and the threat was long gone.
With Ghostlight cutting herself off from potential relationships and friendships, she always assumed it was something in the back of her mind that Bearfang had left there, she would have never realized how much of a valuable friend she had gained through Blackwolf.
The black hued she-cat padded forwards, pressing her side against his, attempting to soothing the rage that burned in his duel colored eyes. "It's okay..." She said softly, pressing her nose against his ear, she almost wanted to purr. Blackwolf would have never asked such a question moons ago when Ghostlight basically resented him for being a walking ball of ego and fur. Now, he was her closest, and probably only friend.
"Bearfang can't hurt me anymore..." Ghostlight said softly, flicking her plume tail to curl around Blackwolf's skinnier tail. "Don't get so upset." She let out a soft purr, lifting her ghostly blue eyes up to meet his still fired up blue and gold eyes. She figured she'd give him a little something to boost his spirits. "You're kinda cute when you get all protective." Her eyes flittered with amusement.
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time |
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Post by Fawn on Aug 15, 2014 11:58:17 GMT -5
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She was an effective balm against the raging firestorm in his belly over this whole issue with Bearfang, and he allowed himself to relax, a low chuckle sliding from his throat as her words finally settled in. "And I thought you didn't find me attractive." This was an obvious tease - she never would have flirted with him so much if she had somehow thought the muscular tom ugly in anyway. Even the scar on his chest from his earlier moons against a badger was more of a trophy of achievement than anything that might mar his good looks.
As for being protective, Blackwolf had not personally anticipated how strongly he would feel about Ghostlight - whom he recognized as a friend and Clanmate, a part of his pack despite not being friendly with Ratfur, Poisonleaf or Hollowcry - and it would amaze him later once he took a heartbeat to calm down. If the situation had been reversed, what would Ghostlight have done or said? What would her reaction have been? Blackwolf smoothed down the fur on his chest, pale tongue rasping over the dense strands of fur. She wouldn't have gotten so defensive. Probably because she, like everyone else in the Clan, would have thought him capable of handling it - and it obviously wouldn't have impacted him negatively. They were right, he could handle it, and Ghostlight, despite her difficulty forming friendships, had handled Bearfang in her own way too.
She deserved more credit than he'd given her.
It went without saying that if any cat tried to pick a fight with her now, she had the claws and the wickedly sharp tongue to keep them from trying it again; she didn't need him protecting her, Ghostlight could handle herself. Sometimes he forgot this, and maybe her recent recovery from the greencough had been the catalyst for such intense guarding feelings. Not to mention the other times they'd each gotten injured and the other had been conveniently there to have one another's back.
Blackwolf regarded Ghostlight with a curious gleam in his eye, and then they narrowed with a knowing smirk. "Uh-Oh. I think you've fallen for me, I can tell. 'Inflated ego' and all." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 4:37:15 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
The black shadow flicked her plume tail, brushing the larger tom's flank as she rolled her ghostly blue eyes. She had done it this time, and he wasn't about to let her live it down either. However, no harm, no foul, and she did like it that he had gotten so protective over her. It let her know that he cared, probably more than any other cat, except maybe Ravenstar. It had a warm fire flickering inside her belly, a pleasant feeling.
She had been wrong about Blackwolf at the beginning. After saving him from Treeclan's Adderstrike, and after he saved her in return from almost drowning, the two had been close. Patrols and hunting together, taking walks around Nightclan territory. He had been scared when she had fallen deathly ill just a couple of days ago, and now, here they were.
Bonding over her feelings towards him, as annoying as he was making it, but that was Blackwolf.
"Perhaps I am." She wrinkled her nose, ears twitching as a playful light swarm around in her liquid ice orbs. "But I wouldn't let it go to your head." She purred, something she missed doing since recently her throat had been raw and ragged from all her great deals of coughing.
She was at a point were she felt safe, even though she could take care of herself, perhaps those nights of loneliness would ride away into the shadows they were formed from.
She wasn't done messing around with the big bad wolf, however. She let her plume tail flicker over his nose as she walked forwards, letting the shadows lick at her black pelt again as she glanced over her shoulder. Her piercing eyes holding his mismatched gaze, easily. "I'm going to counter you though." She said, her voice liquid silk as she flickered her tail in a somewhat flirtatious matter.
"But I think you are falling for me." She teased, turning his words back on him. Her tail tip ticked back and forth as she continued to pad away, "You know, 'she-cat's intuition' and all." She gave a trill of amusement before she darted off again, "Catch me if you can." She called over her shoulder, her playful feelings bursting again as she let her paws take her off into Nightclan's territory.
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time
Notes: You can respond with Blackwolf or we can move on to another thread. We could say that the end of this thread is the beginning of GhostWolf Kits <3 :3
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