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Post by williams on Aug 14, 2018 15:57:01 GMT -5
dewpaw,
It was almost a blessing when Dewpaw's eyes opened to the swirling mists of Starclan's lands. They were still fresh from the meeting, though there was a sharp twist to the swirls that made her tilt her head curiously. She took a step to look around for Frostfang, but a rush of motion behind her swelled and her paws were tugged and dragged off the ground. The she-cat tumbled head over paws with no surface in sight, her ears filling with the roar of the rapids that haunted her dreams. A yowl broke through the noise for a second, the loudest Dewpaw had been in the past few sunrises. It was drowned out by the noise, and Dewpaw knew she could scream all she want but no one would arrive. I am not drowning here! She thought with a renewed fury at the shaky foundation her connection was with Starclan. Righting herself, she pushed out. Familiar strokes guided her up, the waters stilling as she moved.
Breaking the surface, Dewpaw felt the pebbles of the shore rise up to meet her steps. She stormed out of the waters, droplets falling off her fur and whiskers to soak the dirt. Across the way, a familiar pelt came from the mists, his back turned to the waters whether by design or accidentally. Eyes lit with the almost crushing emotions Dewpaw had dealt with the past season, the she-cat stood wide, head lifting. An echo of her father's powerful stance when he spoke to the clans. An echo of the small confused apprentice standing between Rushwhisker and Swanfeather in an effort to mend something she couldn't. Now though, Dewpaw was going to find out the truth.
”Hello Frostfang,” She said, her voice cool on the surface but brimming with tension pulled taut to its breaking point."I think it's time we had a talk about Rainclan's civil war."
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Post by Hellion on Aug 27, 2018 2:44:28 GMT -5
FROSTFANG - STARCLAN GUIDE Time moved differently in StarClan's forest. What felt like a moon to him had been a full season for his former clanmates. It felt like only a matter of minutes before he felt the tug of someone wanting his attention. It wasn't a new sensation, deciding to be a guide to Swanfeather had been an easy choice. It tethered him to her and in the early times of him being her guide, it was like a comfort. She'd wish to see him in her dreams and he'd feel the tug in his chest and quickly arrive at her. It made the loss of his living form bearable but that all changed when she turned her back on her vow. Starting the civil war connection shatter for him and her but his love won out. Even if he was pressured to try and drive a wedge between them, Frostfang found it impossible. He still felt connected to his Swanfeather and wanted nothing more than to walk in her dreams again and each night when she called out to him to visit her again it tore him apart to stay away. His tether to her frayed like a reed torn apart by a storm but still, it remained, broken and battered. The only blessing came when Dewpaw sought out her own connect to StarClan. Those in a higher power in StarClan, namely those dead longer, had said it was time for RainClan to be forgiven. Allow them a medicine cat with a connection again. Frostfang was the first to suggest himself be her guide. Many protested but it was Frostfang who insisted and when the first connection was proved successful, another tether to the living world was formed. However, StarClan remained strict on his influence on the young she-cat. As if testing her faithfulness to the medicine code and her role within the Clan. Frostfang thought it foolish but nonetheless, he complied. It was easier that way, StarClan could be vengeful. Yet as Dewpaw grew into her new role, her connection to StarClan became stronger and none of their ancestors had expected that. She had a talent for it, a true gift which made it easy for Frostang to visit her just like now. Turning his head to look at her, Frostfang wanted to greet her warmly, praise her for being able to make him come to her but his proud expression fell flat. She brought up those dreaded times and forced the astral tom-cat to drop his head. "They are a dark mark on the history of RainClan. It's best to learn from them not dwell on them," He told her, pleading with her with his eyes to leave it but if he knew anything about Dewpaw that wouldn't be the case. "If you truly want to know I will tell you but it won't be easy," He told her after a moment of silence. "It will be painful and I can't stop the pain, you have to experience it as I did," He hoped she understood what she was getting into, the suffering she would endure just to know the truth. LAIKA OF ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by williams on Aug 28, 2018 1:38:56 GMT -5
dewpaw,
His response was, unexpected. An expression of pride, similar to what she had seen Silverstar wear, fell quickly from his features after he turned. The young she-cat felt her fur lie flat though her shoulders still shook from the unspent energy, and her paws shift closer, out of the battle ready stance she had taken. She watched his reactions and reflected what she saw onto herself. Her own emotions swirled as dangerously as the waters she had fallen into and it was hurting someone she cared about. It drew her back to the calm, excited apprentice Swanfeather expected of her. What Starclan wanted her to be. Probably.
What did I come here to do? Dewpaw thought, blinking as Frostfang explained what the truth would bring her. ”I came here to learn,” Her voice almost echoed in the silence, though Dewpaw could almost imagine the intake of breath of others listening to this conversation."If it didn't hurt, cats would talk about it. It hurts my mentor, hurts you and has kept Starclan from Rainclan. I can't ignore-I need to know the past. I don't-I can't fix what happened, but I can still learn from it."
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Post by Hellion on Sept 12, 2018 22:24:47 GMT -5
FROSTFANG - STARCLAN GUIDE "Do you realize what you have agreed to?" He was half tempted to ask but pushed aside the concern. Instead, he closed the gap between them and pressed his nose to her forehead. An overwhelming sensation of water overcame them, pulling them down past the point of survival. They sunk lower and lower until the light of whatever brightened the dream was gone, leaving only darkness. Swanpaw! Swanpaw! The telling tone of a young tom-cat echoed at the entrance of the medicine cat den. A black pointed she-cat left the den and brushed her head against his chin, purring slightly. "Sorry I'm late, let's go," She whispered against his ear and the two headed out of camp, tails intertwined. Another pulling sensation had them falling back into another memory. This one at a younger willow tree, a warm breeze of Greenleaf seen but not felt. "Are you sure?" A slightly older version of Frostfang asked, his tongue grooming Swanfeather's shoulder lazily. "Of course, I'll train my apprentice and step down. Then we can be official," She purred matter-of-factly to him, tilting her head to nuzzle his cheek. His purr rumbled louder which made her giggle, a joyous sound. "I love you Frostfang,""I love you more Swanfeather,". Instead of falling backward again, a rush from the side. It felt like a cat had barreled into them. The burning sensation of claws meeting flesh and teeth against one's throat brought them to the next memory. White fur stained dark with blood, chest heaving and gasping for air. A whimpering Swanfeather with her mentor behind her, her words soft as she begged him to hold on. His own words were lost in the mess that was his torn throat. The stink of NightClan heavy on his coat, the remains of a scuffle in the camp evident all around them. Almost like pitching forward, they tumbled out of that memory and into the next. A dead Razorstar in the middle of camp, Swanfeather retelling the truth of a fox having killed him. Her own life barely saved by their now dead but still brave leader. Rumors spread quickly of Timberwing traveling to moontree and who would be her choice of deputy. A whirling of shouts and uproar before Swanfeather stood before the Clan. Her voice ringing loudly above the rest. She declined to take Timberwing to moontree, claiming no loyalty to a NightClan born cat leading RainClan. She stood proudly before the Clan as she split them apart, those choosing to follow her leaving, Ottersplash her trained apprentice, left behind. That memory changed in flash to a jumble of them all played at once in the wooded cove. Sped up and seeming almost like watching an overactive ant hill. Everything replying at once, the sounds gathering and the bodies moving almost at impossible speed until it all stopped. Leaopardclaw standing beside his mate, boasting of his plan to eradicate the half-clan members of the Clan. The whispered agreement of those who supported him gaining speed, Swanfeather unable to deny him as she watched from the side. It was clearly written on her face, she feared what she had done. Pushed downward into yet another memory, this one appears to have taken place in StarClan's forest. Frostfang standing before the cat he loved, mangled and rotten from some StarClan illusion. She shouted at him that it wasn't fair. Cats crossed the border for love and paid no punishment but he crossed the border once for a bird and suffered a horrid death. That memory faded into whiteness before coming back to where they had started. "I hope you can understand now. At first, we paid the price for our love but Swanfeather wanted restitution and demanded something more. She couldn't accept what had happened was StarClan's will," His voice was shaking, the trample through his memories almost a painful effort. LAIKA OF ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by williams on Sept 18, 2018 19:29:05 GMT -5
dewpaw,
It would've been easy to say Dewpaw was ready for what she saw. She had braced herself, physically and mentally. Came into Starclan's forest with an anger burning through her veins and knew whatever she would learn would change her world. For better, the medicine cat apprentice had vowed. She had to be strong, to help her mentor, help Frostfang, help all of Rainclan get better.
Instead her breath was stolen directly from her lungs, the emotions from another cat's love flooding her senses till her heart ached at its loss. The joy of finding someone to curl up by, sliding into place like their bodies were meant to be next to each other. The pain of losing that warmth that filled his core with joy. The surprise and pleasure of guiding his love from the other side. The anguish of telling Swanfeather her decision meant Starclan would not speak to her again. She gulped in air like she had hoped Crowblaze would have, almost aggressively pushing out the feelings till Dewpaw dry-heaved into the grass twisting beneath her paws.
Memories were the most powerful energy in the world, and the she-cat was not ready.
Her eyes squeezed tight, spots of color dancing across the blackness till she had to open them to avoid more pain. Staring at the ground, limbs shaking but refusing to give into the temptation to sit, Dewpaw inhaled deeply. When her lungs could hold no more, she releasing the air till she felt empty, a void to take the knowledge she had learned and respond to it. Then her face twisted into a snarl, glaring angrily at the earth.
"That's why Rushwhisker is so mad? Over love?" She snarled, claws leaving grooves in the soil. "Swanfeather lost it, just like he has, and chose to fight for retribution." Dewpaw's head finally lifted to stare at Frostfang. Her blue eyes with shards of ice above a deep lake, examining the tom before her with a new light. Examining what she saw when Rushwhisker returned to camp injured in a new light. Every moment, every word she could remember was pulled apart till only the shreds of the truth remained. Dewpaw's shoulders squared, sitting tall with her chin lifted high. "It wasn't right. She broke her vow, you two broke it. You're supposed to love your clan over everything. but a solution was found. It was going to be okay." Her voice dipped to a whisper, the fight not leaving but condensing into an unknown focal point. "It should have been okay."
Dewpaw sighed, looking down at the marks she left. Those thoughts weren't hers. She knew what Swanfeather had done was wrong. Using her position of power to cause so much pain was wrong, but. But, her mind snagged on the word. Her mentor was trying to fix what was done, and surely that counted for something in Starclan's eyes. They let her apprentice reach their soils after all. With a paw, Dewpaw brushed the loose dirt over the claw marks. It didn't make them go away entirely, but the damage was less, something that could be healed.
"Thank you for showing me, Frostfang." She said, glancing back up at him once the dirt was back in place. "I'm sure that wasn't easy to live again."
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Post by Hellion on Oct 3, 2018 2:56:01 GMT -5
FROSTFANG - STARCLAN GUIDE He dipped his head, glad that it was out in the open. There were things he wanted to explain further, put forth that he thought StarClan wrong for taking his life to punish Swanfeather, but he couldn't utter those words. He couldn't risk losing his connection to Dewpaw and in turn Swanfeather. He took a careful step forward before pressing his nose to her cheek, offering comfort for the intense trek through his memories they had endured. The future medicine cat hadn't realized it yet. He'd suffer through those terrible memories just to relive the good ones. "You should be waking up soon. It's been an eventful dream you should actually rest," He reminded her, moving his nose away from her cheek and offering her a sad smile. "Wake up Dewpaw get something to eat and rest." He instructed, stepping away from her and sitting. His form slowly starting to fade. LAIKA OF ADOXOGRAPHY -end? |
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