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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Oct 8, 2016 8:05:05 GMT -5
His fur was soft against hers, the silver feline unknowingly holding her breath. It was fascinating to the she-cat how, whenever he was around her, he seemed to sharpen her senses and seize her focus; they could have been at a Gathering together, and to her, they would be the only two cats in the world. His words concerning small leaders requiring help pulled a laugh from her, imagining what that must look like. Oh StarClan, she'd give away her breakfast for three sunrises just to see that. Shaking her head while still giggling softly, she let her blue eyes wander the stretch known as StarClan's Claws.
And then his paw touched hers gently, his tail tracing a path down her spine. She was aware of her pelt burning, and had she not been a rather... Fluffy she-cat, she would have turned redder than a cardinal. She was content to just be with him, finding words to be unnecessary between them, which was quite a surprise. After all, she was Feathercloud, known for her sharp tongue and tendency to speak her mind whenever she wanted. Silver ears pivoted atop her head, pulled by Sprucefur's familiar voice.
As though drawn by his question, her sharp gaze wandered back to the stars high above, her mind trying to imagine what it was like to be a StarClan cat. A thoughtful look had just settled on her features when Sprucefur spoke again, about what her role might be, or rather, might not be, if she were a StarClan cat. Ear snapping forward, her voice rose in quick protest. "Hey!" She meowed, though it was nearly drowned out by her laughter too. Leaning away from him so she could prod him with her paw, a mock pout pulled at her jaws.
"Yeah? Well if you were a StarClan cat, you wouldn't be allowed to deliver prophecies either! You'd just sit there and brood!" She teased, butting him with her shoulder purposely as she settled back into her previous position. Their pelt brushed noticeably again as she recentered herself, feathery tail moving slowly to wrap around him, its tip resting on his side opposite from where she sat. Feathercloud was a rather tall she-cat, but Sprucefur was still larger than she was, certainly in muscle mass. Resting against him, she felt a sense of security, her head tipped so she could rest it against his neck, just beneath his head.
"When I was a kit... Some of the queens used to tell us that StarClan can see everything that is, and everything that will be. They told us that, when a cat joins StarClan during a time we might think was too early, it is to reorganize the world, to push it back to the right path." She mewed softly, blue eyes looking up to the sky above her. Her mind brought her back to her first few moons in the nursery, when Fernkit had still been at her side. "They would tell us that... StarClan was not an end to life, but the beginning of a new life."
Her tail tip twitched at his side, Feathercloud's bright eyes still focused on the glittering stars above. She fell silent, pressed to Sprucefur's side, her mind lost in kithood memories. Suddenly, the silver she-cat stiffened, pulling herself upright with a slight fluffing of her pelt. "I mean, those were just stories the queens used to tell us." She meowed, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. "If you ask me... StarClan cats can see as much, or as little as they please. I did always wonder though... If we look as small to them as they do to us."
Licking her chest fur in an attempt to conceal the sorrowful glint in her eyes, Feathercloud hoped he didn't find anything she said silly. Clearing her throat slightly, she risked a glance in his direction. "What do you think StarClan sees..?"
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Post by Fawn on Oct 10, 2016 8:49:26 GMT -5
46 Moons || Senior Warrior || Tom there's a light that you give me when I'm in shadow "Yeah? Well if you were a StarClan cat, you wouldn't be allowed to deliver prophecies either! You'd just sit there and brood!"
He had no defense for that; her words were as accurate as his had been but a moment ago. Instead, his amused purrs gradually grew quiet as they both directed their gaze to the stars, the conversation taking on a more spiritual turn. Feathercloud spoke of her time spent in the nursery and the stories the queens had told them; Sprucefur remembered only a pawful of tales. Any talk of StarClan had made him uncomfortable once; his father, Badgerstripe, had died before he'd ever gotten to know him. It had disquieted the young tom to think that his father was sitting up there in StarClan, choosing only to focus on his proper family, not the accidental litter that he and his two sisters had become.
Sprucefur tensed, remembering all of those old, unpleasant feelings that came rushing in with the leaf-fall wind; abandonment, loneliness, that sensation of being unwanted... Of not having a place in the Clan. Sprucefur winced, realizing he had let himself get distracted by his own depressed past to hear what Feathercloud had been saying. Quickly tuning back in, he let out a soft breath of relief as he caught the tail end of her question.
"What do you think StarClan sees..?"
"I think StarClan sees each of us clearly. They probably know us almost better than we know ourselves." Sprucefur's pale golden tail twitched with uncertainty. "Must be how they know who to pick for deputy or leader, or medicine cat." How else would StarClan come up with their omens? Sprucefur didn't think they were all-knowing. But all-seeing? Maybe.
"I used to dread dying and becoming a StarClan cat." Sprucefur admitted, his voice and his shoulders losing some of the strain as he unburdened himself. "I, uh, didn't want to get to StarClan only to find out that my mother wasn't there and my father didn't want to talk to me." Could he imagine being snubbed even in a place of eternal rest? Yes, Sprucefur could. He didn't think StarClan was as different as life in TreeClan; did cats really put aside their old grudges? Did they really just abandon their earthly grievances, united by the reality of being dead? Supposedly there were no borders in StarClan... but... was it really as peaceful as it sounded?
there's a feeling you give me, an everglow --- Word Count: 412 Words Tags: BlooRey DVD Notes:
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Oct 13, 2016 19:36:18 GMT -5
Feathercloud A silvery tail flicked from where it lay beside him, the tip tapping him on his flank as though she were offering him some form of silent reassurance. Feathercloud mulled his words over, trying to discern what her own feelings were in terms of actually becoming a StarClan cat. Since losing her sister at a young age, the silver tabby had grown accustomed to desperately ignoring the possibility of dying. She didn't want to linger on that, didn't want to allow herself to be dragged down by the looming threat of death; she had spent much of her young life pretending she could just outrun death.
Or perhaps she had spent all this time pretending she could talk her way out of death. Her ear flicked in vague amusement; had her experience with loss been the deciding factor in what kind of she-cat she turned out to be? Rising to her paws, the silver senior warrior padded to the edge of the outlook, blue eyes peering down at the ground below. The wind stirred her whiskers, and pulled at her long fur. Eventually, she found herself tipping her muzzle into the wind, breathing in the cool air as it danced around her.
Closing her eyes against the breeze, she meowed a response to Sprucefur. "I guess we're the same that way. I've dreaded becoming a StarClan cat for moons... Because I dreaded the possibility of getting there only to find out Fernkit wasn't there." Silence stretched between them for a moment, before a sharp silver eye cracked open to peer at him. Ever-awkward when it came to honest confessionals, the warrioress cleared her throat and shook out her fur, metaphorically dispelling the gloom that seemed to cling to the pair just then.
Flashing him her best attempt at a grin - though those who knew her well would see the unease still hovering over her, her thoughts stuck on her deceased sister - Feathercloud waved her feathery tail. "As glad as I am that we've exchanged some of our... darker secrets, Sprucefur." She began, stepping away from the edge to drop into a playful crouch, her prominent tail flicking to and fro above her. "We wandered all the way to StarClan's Claws; I find myself itching for an adventure, for more fun." She purred, doing her best to shove the darker thoughts back to the corner of her mind.
"Have any suggestions, Fuzzbrain?" She teased. Feathercloud wanted to do one of two things; to conjure up an adventure, or to bury herself against Sprucefur and sleep for ages. Not a she-cat overly connected with her own feelings, the second desire frankly terrified her. So adventure it was. 445 words - Fawn - Sorry this is so bad XD Sleepy Bloo cannot write If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. background image | j.r.r. tolkein | table by phoenix
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Post by Fawn on Oct 14, 2016 9:58:23 GMT -5
46 Moons || Senior Warrior || Tom there's a light that you give me when I'm in shadow It was good of her to change the subject, and as much as Sprucefur enjoyed this time to just... be in her company, his sense of duty overrode his desire to have more fun. With a warm, low purr under the starlight, Sprucefur got up, shaking the chill from his body before stretching, preparing for the journey home.
"I think we should hunt on the way back, Feathercloud." There was a flash of apology in his eyes, as if he wanted the night to continue just the way it had been going--but they both knew they couldn't neglect their Clan. "Our apprentices will be looking for us in the morning, so we can't stay out much longer."
Sometimes he disliked being the voice of reason. Yet there was pride in Sprucefur's voice as well. He was clearly relieved to be given his own apprentice again, and it meant the world to Sprucefur that he was getting this second chance. He would take Badgerpaw to the hidden thicket tomorrow, to make some progress on her battle training.
Sparrowpaw and Feathercloud might enjoy a joint training session. Sprucefur nearly put voice to this plan, but suddenly thought better of it. Feathercloud was going to... distract him. A bit embarrassed but relieved he'd caught himself before he'd invited her to train with them, Sprucefur smoothed down a few unruly tufts of pale golden fur, glittering silver in the moonlight.
We'll have to train our apprentices alone, for now... Sprucefur wasn't some addlebrained youngster who couldn't focus. But Feathercloud wasn't the sort of cat you could ignore, even WITH good reasons for it; he didn't want to give her the impression that he was cold towards her again, or somehow putting distance between them.
Sprucefur swept his tail along her flank as he passed, muscles bunching as he leaped lightly down from the boulders, the descent much easier than the climb. "You coming?" Sprucefur gazed back at her, his words firm but not unkind. There was affection there, too.
there's a feeling you give me, an everglow --- Word Count: 349 Words Tags: BlooRey DVD Notes: Short posts to wrap up the thread? =)
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Oct 16, 2016 15:13:02 GMT -5
Feathercloud A huff of disappointment escaped the silver tabby, accentuated by the thick plume of mist that formed on contact with the cool night air. Straightening herself, the TreeClan warrioress' sharp blue gaze watched the pale golden tom as he embodied the voice of reason between them. Part of her disappointment was the knowledge that he was right. His original purpose behind waking her in the middle of the night had been for the pair of them to hunt together for the Clan. It had just so happened that their midnight hunting trip had turned into a playful, moonlit dance.
A silver ear flicked at the mention of their apprentices, her mind drifting to Sparrowpaw. Training had not exactly been perfectly smooth between the pair but... It was not a lost cause either. Sparrowpaw was learning, and Feathercloud didn't doubt for a moment that the young she-cat would make it to warriorhood. Breathing in the chilled night air, Feathercloud focused her attention on Sprucefur as the tom slipped passed her. Purring softly at the contact of his tail against her pelt, she watched him pick his way down the ledge, back onto the ground upon which regular cats such as them trod.
He called up to her then, prompting Feathercloud's gaze to venture back to the view sprawling out before her. Holding her breath as though it might help her forever engrave this sight, this memory in her mind, the silver warrioress smiled to herself. Although Featherstar would never be a name heard in TreeClan in the near future, the tabby she-cat was glad she'd been granted even a glimpse of what it might be like to stand there during a Gathering. "Yeah, I'm coming." She meowed teasingly. Rising to her paws, she tore her blue eyes from the view, assessing the descent quickly before picking her own path.
Soon, she was at Sprucefur's side, butting his shoulder with her head. "I hate that you're right sometimes, you know that?" She purred playfully, before trotting a few steps away. "Well? What're you waiting for, Slow Slug?" She taunted, using his own insult against him now with a distinct laugh chiming in her voice. 362 words - Fawn - End? Or do you want to do one more to close it? If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. background image | j.r.r. tolkein | table by phoenix
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Post by Fawn on Oct 16, 2016 18:31:30 GMT -5
46 Moons || Senior Warrior || Tom there's a light that you give me when I'm in shadow Sprucefur purred. "You!" Quick as the wind, Sprucefur rushed past Feathercloud, enjoying the feeling of their pelts brushing against one another's as he did so; despite that initial spurt of energy, the tom had only made a show of trying to outpace her.
Before long--namely after a few threats hurled at him from the she-cat he loved--they were walking back side by side, diverging only to hunt for the Clan. Even though they were managing well on their own, and Sprucefur had flushed a mouse out of hiding for Feathercloud to catch, they seemed to gravitate towards each other. He always knew she was. Likewise, she always seemed to appear right when he was thinking of her most.
Three mice and a nightingale to add to the fresh kill pile to show for their efforts, Sprucefur felt only a little bit of embarrassment when the night guard saw how close together they were on their return. Depositing their catches on the meager pile (now looking a lot less meager), Sprucefur turned to Feathercloud, leaning in softly to show that his words were for her and her alone. "Goodnight, Feathercloud. We should do this again, I can't remember having this much fun in a long time."
Feathercloud's tail swept his nose as she passed him, heading for the warrior's den. She paused long enough, her blue eyes glittering like a lake in the sunlight, to smile at him cheekily. "We are going to do this again, mark my words. And I think you meant goodmorning." She glanced back out of the hollow, and Sprucefur saw that she was right; the sun was beginning to rise.
Trusting that Gorsetail would recognize their scents on the fresh kill that morning, and spare them the dawn patrol, Sprucefur glanced back to Feathercloud, but she had gone in already. With a soft smile, he followed, going to his nest while the early birds among their denmates started to stir.
there's a feeling you give me, an everglow --- Word Count: 319 Words Tags: BlooRey DVD Notes: xD I hope you don't mind the Feathercloud dialog at the end, just thought it'd be a cute way to end the thread.
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