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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 0:56:50 GMT -5
Someday I'll die, but not tonight.
Blazefang stumbled across the scentline that marked the LightningClan border without any hesitation. He was so close to home, the determination to reach it was all that was keeping him going through the hunger and the constant pain in his leg. It had taken him both more and less time than he had expected to get home. He hadn't realized Gray's den had been so close to the valley and became convinced that the tom knew very well about the Clans and had simply lied to him to try to keep him there. However, with his leg in the sorry shape it was in, he could not travel very fast, and so it had taken him longer to reach it than it should have.
He glanced behind him once, still expecting to see Gray's dark form racing up behind him, ready to tackle him to the ground and drag him all the way back to his den. Gray was dead, he assured himself, even as he doubted his own actions. Maybe it had just been a dream. He shook his head. No way he would have gotten away if Gray was still alive... unless this was some sort of twisted game the other tom was playing. Could he have found out about his death dream? No, that was stupid! He shook his head again, pushing forward. He had to get back to camp. He had to see his brothers. He had to know they were all right, that they had survived leafbare. If he returned to camp and they were gone... he didn't know what he would do.
He followed a familiar rabbit path through the tall, brittle grass that crackled and tore at his fur as it swayed in the wind with the single minded purpose of getting home. His stomach growled but he ignored it. He was so close. He hissed to himself, “There'll be food in camp, shut up already!” It seemed to listen for it made not another sound as the little hill that rose ever so slightly above the meadow LightningClan called home finally came into view. His steps quickened, as much as they could in his state, and he gritted his teeth against the pain as it put more strain on his leg, the pain becoming more acute.
Familiar scents blew toward him on the breeze, urging him onward until he was half hopping, half bounding into camp, “Mudpelt! Gustclaw!” He stood on shaky legs, looking around wildly as his Clanmates milled around him, peering from their dens and pushing out to see who was causing such a scene and why. There were gasps and murmurs at the sight of him, but Blazefang didn't pay any of them the slightest attention, not unless they had a silver tabby or dark brown pelt. His sides heaved from the effort, his pelt clinging to his thin frame as he scanned the faces around him, refusing to let his legs give out until he saw his brothers alive and well.
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Post by Fawn on Aug 21, 2016 19:49:01 GMT -5
 22 Moons. Tom.--The sunhigh heat was starting to get to him; clutching a hare by the scruff, the dark brown tom walked briskly back to camp, his mood not quite matching his pace. The prey animal's legs threatened to trip him up, so he raised his chin higher, gaze narrowing as a reflex once the sunlight really started to hit him directly.
This will be enough for a while. Enough hunting, until the heat lessened. Mudpelt did not enjoy hunting at night, but needs must when the Clan would have empty bellies otherwise. Other warriors like Nightstep and Kitewing seemed perfectly at home in the dark. If Gustclaw was not planning to spend the morning with his apprentice, he would have liked to ask his brother to hunt with him after the sun had started to set.
It was a calm day otherwise, but as he got closer to LightningClan's camp, a strangely familiar scent in the air told him something was... different. Something was off. It was as if a lightning storm had swept across the moorland, and had left crackling energy in its wake; invisible to the naked eye, but he felt it through his paws as he returned, setting the hare down on the fresh kill pile before turning to see what all the fuss was for.
Blazefang.
Mudpelt stared, his jaw unhinging in an almost comical fashion as he stared at his dead brother looking close, but not quite as dearly departed as he'd thought. "Bla... Blaze..." I have heatstroke. That's what this is. It must be it. Feeling as if an eagle had his heart in its talons and was squeezing without pity, Mudpelt moved forward on mechanical, leaden legs, his already large yellow eyes seeming to widen the closer he got.
The tabby markings, the bright belligerence, the scent... Underneath the smell of blood and mountain dirt and ... loner? Was his brother. If he hadn't already left his prey on the pile, he would have dropped it to the ground by now.
"You're alive!" he managed, voice hoarse with emotion. Nightstep's sudden presence—providing a weight for Blazefang to lean against—was further proof that his brother was real. Alive. Alive.
"Gustclaw!" He called for his other brother, unable to tear his eyes away fromo Blazefang now that the tom had returned to them. Returned home. It was almost too much to comprehend, yet his heart shattered in relief, for once going to pieces out of emotional upheaval of the good kind instead of the bad. Losing his family had broken him, and just when he'd managed to fit most of the pieces back together (some seemed too damaged beyond repair, like the loss of Pinkcloud), something else happened to break him down all over again.
But this time, the repairing process would be faster. Easier. He would be a little more whole than he was the last time. With another choked call for Gustclaw, he finally noticed Blazefang's leg. What happened to you? So badly he wanted to ask his oldest sibling for an explanation, but even in his disbelief, his own shocked state of mind, he could see exhaustion when it was staring him right in the face and stubbornly trying to stay upright.
Forgetting the rest of LightningClan was even there, he jumped when he felt Frostfire brush by him, her expression full of shock. "You're alive! Blazefang, you've come back!"
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 25, 2016 19:58:30 GMT -5
it's always darkest before the dawn If it had been any other cat who had run out of camp and told him Blazefang had returned, Gustclaw might have snapped at them, and then, if they persisted, he might have shown them just why ‘claw’ was in his name. But this was Icewhisker, and a lifetime of hearing ridiculous, nonsensical sentences leave the pale tom’s mouth had taught him to disregard everything his brother said. Despite his general approach to dealing with the other warrior (it involved summoning an exasperated patience that dampened any irritation), the tabby tom felt his ire rising. ”Shut it, Icewhisker,” He shot back with a glare, unable to ignore the sting of betrayal. His older sibling wasn’t normal, per se, but even he ought to know that dead relations were off limits. It wasn’t funny.
Sometimes it surprised him how much Blazefang’s sudden death still hurt. One would think that the long moons that had passed since snow had last blanketed the ground might have done something to better heal the hole in his heart, but the emptiness still persisted. Some days were better than others, and he was grateful for it, but those days just made the bad ones worse. Every time he managed to forget what had happened, he was soon flooded with guilt simply because he had forgotten – because it felt as though he hadn’t just forgotten that Blazefang was gone, but that he had forgotten about Blazefang himself. And as his brother and one of his two remaining littermates, Gustclaw of all cats could not afford to forget. Galekit, Pigeonpaw, and Blazefang. In every chapter of their lives, he and Mudpelt had lost a sibling.
Sometimes Gustclaw jolted awake in the middle of the night, and he would only be able to fall back asleep after making sure the brown-pelted tom beside him was still there, still breathing.
Icewhisker’s voice jolted him from his thoughts as the other tom insisted that he wasn’t joking, that he wouldn’t joke about this. The tabby warrior sent his brother another glare. He had just come back from an unsuccessful hunt, and he’d been on the dawn patrol this morning and he was tired; he had neither the patience nor desire to deal with the blue-eyed cat’s nonsense. ”I’m not kidding, Icewhisk—“ But then Mudpelt shouted, and he froze. Mudpelt understood. His brother wouldn’t make light of something like this. He wouldn’t say something that wasn’t true… But how could it be?
Lengthening his strides before giving up the pretense of walking altogether, the warrior raced through the entrance to see for himself, heart in his throat. He wanted to believe. He was afraid to believe. He wouldn’t be able to handle the disappointment, the harsh return to reality that undoubtedly waited once he turned around the corner and—
And there he was. Gustclaw would recognize that familiar cat anywhere.
He barely slowed as indignant rage now flared up within him, battling with the wave of joy and relief. He felt as though he could fly; indeed his paws could very well have sprouted wings, for he seemed incapable of slowing down as he raced forward, driven by excitement and anger alike. ”Blazefang!” He half-shouted, half-snarled, and he found that he didn’t want to stop. Only after he had launched himself at his brother did he realize how small he was, how he had to lean against another to even stand. Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea…
But it was too late, and the realization was brief, overshadowed by the flood of emotion crashing over him in waves. ”HOW DARE YOU DO THIS—HOW DARE YOU LEAVE—AND YOU COME BACK LIKE NOTHING—YOU HAVE NO IDEA—“ Gustclaw collided with the frail tom, knocking them both to the ground, and with no care of the audience that stood by watching, he couldn’t stop shouting and hitting him with paws (he did have enough sense to keep his claws sheathed). He was hurt. He was healed. He wanted to kill his brother. He wanted to hold onto him and never let him go.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 11:00:12 GMT -5
Someday I'll die, but not tonight.
His gaze finally settled on familiar dark brown fur, Mudpelt making his way closer with eyes wide with disbelief. He felt his strength beginning to give out as relief washed over him, Mudpelt was alive. He was safe. Nightstep was beside him suddenly and he glanced briefly at his mentor with gratitude, leaning against him heavily as he searched desperately for Gustclaw. He had to be alive. Then Mudpelt was calling for their brother and his heart nearly burst. They were both alive. Mudpelt would not be calling for him if he wasn't here. He felt his legs beginning to buckle. They were safe. His stubborn strength faded quickly.
And then his name own name was called, the tone of it strange, and it took him a moment to figure out just who had said it. And in that moment an unrelenting force bowled into him and crushed him to the ground. He yowled as his leg twisted painfully, choking on the familiar scent of Gustclaw as his brother pummeled him, yowling almost unintelligibly, angry, relieved, he couldn't really tell. At first he could not respond, too shocked to do much more than try to curl away from his brother's blows. Then his own rage ignited in his belly.
He had been held captive by some crazy foxhearted cat for moons, not knowing if his brothers were still alive or dead, his leg was totally messed up, he was starving, and he had just trekked for days without eating a thing and barely stopping just so he could get back home, so he could find his brothers alive and well, and THIS was how Gustclaw greeted him? With all the strength he could forge from the flames of his fury, he bunched his muscled and kicked out hard with his kind legs to shove Gustclaw away from him, scrambling angrily to his paws and taking a stiff, limping step forward to thrust his face into Gustclaw's.
“What in StarClan's name is your PROBLEM you harebrained piece of foxdung!” he snarled, “You want to fight me? I can beat you to a bloody pulp even with only three good legs you rabbithearted little-” he cut himself off as his sudden burst of energy burned out, his legs trembling briefly before they buckled beneath him and sent him back to the ground. He struggled to get up again, but exhaustion crashed over him like a tidal wave. He had no more energy, despite the anger still crackling in his belly as he glared up at Gustclaw, “Just wait... I'll claw your fur off... you idiot!” He choked on emotion, understanding in that moment just how Gustclaw felt, so angry and so happy all at once. He was free, he was home, and his brothers were safe.
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Post by Fawn on Aug 26, 2016 21:02:57 GMT -5
22 Moons. Tom.-- The brown tom's fur stood entirely on end, as his brother Gustclaw all but flew at Blazefang in a heavy collision of fur and fangs and indescribable emotion. One second, Blazefang had been a ghost from Mudpelt's grief-stricken mind, and the next, he'd been a piece of prey for Gustclaw to pummel into submission—but most of all, he was exactly the cat he was before he'd died.
Mudpelt immediately stepped between his quarreling brothers, the rocky furrow of his brow and hard set of his mouth did not last, however. With a sudden full-bodied quiver, Mudpelt glanced between his two brothers, arguably the most alike of all the litter.
He laughed. It was a strangled sound, but once the first few notes of torment escaped him, it gave way to genuine mirth. "It's like you never left, Blazefang," he said quietly, for once the somber pattern of speech lifting. "It's like you never left."
"You two can have as many rematches as you need—but for now, we have to get Blazefang to Rookfrost and Kindleflare." It was a tumultuous cycle of feelings in the stocky warrior's heart; he didn't know whether to break down like a mountain, crumbling now that he no longer had to hold himself, or feel renewed by a miracle. A genuine miracle. StarClan had... StarClan held so much of their family in their starry paws, but not this one. Blazefang had defied death (Mudpelt's whiskers twitched in mirth, threatening to utter another disbelieving chuckle), and dragged himself from StarClan knew where all the way back to camp.
"I've got you now, Blaze." He murmured as he moved to stand beside Blazefang, offering his brother a stocky shoulder to lean on, though the emaciated cat looked to be in no condition to move. With a decisive glance at Gustclaw, he threw his brother a very deliberate look. Go get Rookfrost. Could Gustclaw be civil? Gustclaw may've wanted to rake his claws over Blazefang's face a thousand times right now, but if he knew anything about his brother (and he liked to think he did), Gustclaw wasn't about to let their sibling slip out of their grasp a second time.
"Can you manage food?" Mudpelt's somber yellow eyes settled back on Blazefang, his expression darkening into a frown as he realized how... poorly his brother smelled. He smelled of injury and hunger and a pelt that had been ungroomed for many days. Immediately appointing himself caretaker in absence of Dovesong, Mudpelt ran to the fresh kill pile, fetching the largest, juiciest rabbit he could find.
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 31, 2016 9:24:36 GMT -5
it's always darkest before the dawn The strength of the kick that hit him in the gut moments later told him that although Blazefang looked as though he was barely holding himself together, he was still the same old cat underneath. While Gustclaw didn’t go flying – a part of him was sure that his brother would be disappointed at that outcome – he stumbled to the side, which loosened his grip on the other cat. He righted himself and looked up in time to see his brother’s nose a hair length from his, but pride and anger kept him from taking a step back. Fur bristling at the words that attacked him, he glared at his brother. ”You think so, do you?!” Gustclaw started growling back, even before Blazefang had finished his tirade. Their voices clashed in the air as each cat tried to drown out the other. ”Well try me, mousebrain! Right now! You can barely sta—“ Suddenly his shouting was the only noise that rang through the clearing as his opponent collapsed, and at the sight of his brother laying at his paws, Gustclaw’s anger evaporated. Vaguely, he was aware of Mudpelt approaching from the side, and he backed up to give his brother some space. Over the sound of the brown tom’s laughter, Blazefang spat out a final insult, but his tabby brother was feeling charitable and remained silent, letting his brother have the last word. Of the two of them, Gustclaw did not need words to try to prove his strength, not when he was the cat still on his paws; besides, he had to let his brother have something.
Mudpelt was quick to offer the fallen cat a shoulder to lean on, but the look he tossed in Gustclaw’s direction told the warrior that they were of one mind: Blazefang probably wasn’t going anywhere soon. Since the brown tom hadn’t been the one whose first instinct was to attack his brother, he was going to play caretaker, while the tabby cat was sent off to find one of LightningClan’s actual healers. It made sense, but his paws didn’t seem to want to move. Yellow-green eyes started at his two brothers, drinking in the scene that he had never expected to see again, and a quiet fear began to coil in his gut. He didn’t want to leave. This had to be a dream, and he felt as though the minute he blinked and looked away, he would wake up and Blazefang would disappear.
He wouldn’t be able to handle that – not a second time.
After a few more moments, he built up his resolve and tore his gaze away, immediately directing his pawsteps toward Rookfrost’s den. He’ll still be there. He’ll still be there. He walked with a purpose through the clouds of the tangy stench of herbs that greeted him outside the medicine cat’s den and stuck his head into the hollow. ”Rookfrost! Kindleflare!” Urgency found its way into his voice, and he kneaded the ground impatiently with his paws. How the two felines could stand to be in here for more than a heartbeat, he had no idea, but he had more important things to worry about now. Blazefang was back, and his place was at his brother’s side, not here, waiting for their creepy medicine cat.
”Blazefang’s-back-and-he’s-in-the-middle-of-the-clearing-and-he-needs-your-help,” Gustclaw blurted, the moment he thought he saw the shadows shift to reveal another feline. His words blended together into one, but he hoped they were still intelligible. He had no time for this. With one last look back at the den and the cat who’d better be following him, he raced back to Mudpelt - at this, he felt a little jolt in his heart - and Blazefang. let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday gustclaw | lightningclan | warrior | Fawn @zen |
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Post by Hellion on Sept 3, 2016 18:59:54 GMT -5
i'm headed straight for the castle THEY WANNA MAKE ME THEIR QUEEN
"Blazefang has returned!"
Called the her russet mate as he ducked his head into her den for a moment. Confusion over took her but Firstar quickly jumped to her paws and ventured out of her den. The scene on folding was a bit chaotic. Gustclaw and Mudpelt had gathered around their brother as well as other members of the Clan. Looking around she noted few of them seemed to be weary of Blazefang sudden return. So many cats had mourned his death, even herself.
Covering the ground from her den to where Blazefang laid was easy, pushing past the crowd gathered. Despite her size she carried enough power within her stride to command the crowd.
Upon her arrival the crowd didn't part away not until she gave a curt order for those not related to Blazefang to step back. She realized then that a vast majority of the Clan shared blood with the tom. "Siblings only," She added and watched the crowd dwindle away. Firestar could feel the air prickle with aggression but made the choice to ignore it.
"Blazefang, glad to have you back. Russetfall and Mudpelt will help you into the medicine cat den. You've made it home, you can relax now," She told him, looking at a shred of the former Blazefang. Even with how badly he looked, Firestar was glad of his return. Glancing toward her mate who had stepped back with most of the crowd, she nodded for him to join them. Using his bulkier frame as a support for the tom when he was ready to move.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 20:22:17 GMT -5
Someday I'll die, but not tonight.
Blazefang panted on the ground as Mudpelt crouched beside him, offering his support. That was how brothers were supposed to treat you when you returned after disappearing for moons. He gave Gustclaw one last glare before his silver brother turned to follow Mudpelt's instruction to fetch Rookfrost and... Kindleflare? What did she have to do with anything? At the mention of food his belly snarled, distracting him from the thought, and he muttered gratefully as Mudpelt stood to fetch him something, “Food would be great....” As the rabbit was dropped before him, he leaned in to tear off a bite, very aware of every cats' eyes still on him. His pelt burned with embarrassment and frustration at appearing so weak before the entire Clan and he ripped into the rabbit with as much vigor as he could muster.
How he had missed the taste of rabbit. It tasted better than anything he had ever had in his life, in that moment. Gray only caught mice and voles and birds. Rabbits weren't exactly common place in the mountains, at least not in the tiny area that Gray had patrolled. He nearly choked on his food as he thought of the other tom whilst trying to wolf down as much food as he could manage. He was so done with starving. He coughed, managing to dislodge the food stuck in his throat, as Firestar picked through the crowd to greet him. He forced himself to stop eating as Mudpelt and Russetfall helped him to his paws, pressing up on either side of him to almost entirely support his weight. His mind was muddled from exhaustion and he wasn't entirely sure what to say in response to Firestar, so for once in his life he said nothing. Instead, he allowed his brother and Russetfall to half carry and half drag him to the medicine den.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 4, 2016 13:41:12 GMT -5
ROOKFROST Rookfrost was not surprised often. The sudden commotion in the middle of LightningClan's camp at first did not intrigue him; either a petty fight had been started between two overzealous warriors, or there was some other social upheaval to send the Clan into a discombobulated crowd of flies, buzzing here and there with no regard for their medicine cat.
Their medicine cat who was trying to work.
”Blazefang’s-back-and-he’s-in-the-middle-of-the-clearing-and-he-needs-your-help."
To the unfortunate soul presently getting a thorn removed from their pad by the black healer, this unexpected development came at a poor time. Rookfrost's teeth were still on the thorn, but he released it without removal, glancing with cold, icy dislike to the retreating from of Gustclaw. Blazefang's alive? That persistent, sniveling little...
With all the predatory wariness of a fox who did not like finding out that the mouse he'd murdered earlier was now back in his life, walking and talking and irritating him just as before, Rookfrost glanced to the tidy shelves of herbs lining the walls of his den. On one side, the herbs to heal. On the other, the herbs to harm. The medicine cat's gaze lingered for a few long seconds on the foxglove, dried and shriveled on the little earthen shelf. Yew berries caught the light once Gustclaw had stepped away from the den opening, and not for the first time in the black healer's life did he consider openly murdering the 'returning hero'.
A bulky black-furred tom with amber eyes cleared his throat loudly, indicating the thorn still stuck in his pad with a fleeting glance.
Rookfrost nearly hissed him into silence. Tolerating the interruption to his homicidal thoughts through a stony expression, Rookfrost leaned down and yanked the thorn from the tom's paw with more force than was necessary.
"OUCH!" Cricketnose yanked his paw back, looking at him as if he'd been stung.
"Leave."
"But aren't you going to wrap it in cobwebs?" Cricketnose's voice was like that of a cicada, an irritating noise that was often part of the every day ambiance of greenleaf. Rookfrost responded with a cold, unapologetic look.
"No. I have more important matters to attend to. Do not come back unless something is rotting." Not caring if the warrior was affronted (he found, throughout his many moons of service, that most warriors were cowardly in the face of pain that did not come from battle, he did not anticipate Cricketnose lingering) or not, Rookfrost's long black legs carried him to the entrance to the den.
That Blazefang's brother had babbled at him like an idiot meant the irritating survivor was injured in some way. Rookfrost stepped aside as Mudpelt and Russetfall brought the mangy looking tom to one of the nests in the back of his den. Rookfrost indicated with a wordless sweep of his tail to place Blazefang closest to the shelves on the left.
If anything were to fall unexpectedly and the persistent irritant that was Dovesong's offspring were to eat it in confusion, then there was little to be said about that. He would not be held responsible for the tom's own stupidity. He could finally wipe his paws of Blazefang once and for all—after he wiped off the grave-dirt.
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