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Post by Fallentear || on Sept 12, 2008 20:34:14 GMT -5
Death, destruction
Sin and sorrow
Writhing cats and screams of fury rent the air. Blood speckled his vision like mist from a waterfall. A whirl of claws and fangs surrounded him. Driving rain flattened his pelt and made him feel very heavy. Blood ran across the ground in rivers. Corpses littered the ground like leaves. Death was upon the clans.
who knows what may come tomorrow?
Deathpaw awoke with a start, his breathing heavy as if he'd just run a great distance. He was sitting bolt upright in his nest, with bits of moss caught in his fur as if he'd been wrestling with his bedding. He glanced around the apprentice's den, which was where he currently was. Sweet relief; it had only been a dream. A horrible dream. But one that had been so vivid...he could still taste the coppery blood of another cat in his mouth. As he looked around, he realized that he wasn't the only cat awake.
His sister, Sinpaw, watched him with an impassive gaze from her bed beside him, her head resting on her crossed forepaws. She raised herself into a sitting position, her face as stoic as ever, and her voice venomous and monotonous. "That was a really intense fight." She sneered, "I doubt that moss will mess with you again, Death." She smirked at him, the first sign of her amusement she'd shown. Sinpaw, or Sin, as she'd been known among The Fallen, was very good at hiding her emotions and liked to use this talent often. It was just past dawn, sunlight sifting through the leafy roof of the den.
On the wind
scent blood and gore
"Shut up you idiot." Deathpaw mumbled, twisting around briefly to lick his lifted shoulder fur flat again. "I was having a bad dream. A bunch of cats were attacking the clan, and it was a really bloody battle. I think it was an ambush." He stared at the ground, his brow furrowed in deep thought. His eyes flicked up as he heard a snicker from his sister.
"Oh gee, are you worried for your little clan buddies now? Maybe you dreamt of father, come to fufill his plans. Or did you forget so soon about our past, and what we came here to do?"
"Sin!" He growled, glancing around to make sure nobody had heard. He lowered his voice to a low hiss, "Don't say that so loudly, or they'll have your hide." His eyes were troubled as his faraway look told his emotions before he told of them, "And yes, I am worried. Regardless of our mission, I've come to like Blazeclan, and feel it is my home. I don't want anybody to get hurt, and I think that dream was a warning for a coming battle." Standing, he pushed his way from the den and into the clearing.
"Where are you going?" Sinpaw had poked her head out after him and hissed softly.
"To warn Flamestar that war is on the way." He replied, presently slipping into his leader's den. He cared not if his father and his sister thought him a traitor, Blazeclan had to know of the planned attack. As he saw it, it was better late than never.
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Post by Flamey on Sept 13, 2008 0:57:00 GMT -5
Flamestar sat in the center of the den, lazily clawing at a ball of moss. There wasn't really much happening these days. Everyone just carried on with their daily activities, particularly hunting and training. He stood up when he saw someone arrive, abandoning the ball of moss. "Deathpaw?" he asked, making out the outline of the tom in the dim light. It was unusual for people to enter his den nowadays. He shook some moss that clung to his ginger pelt, which was now slightly duller from the dust that had accumulated on it. He made a mental note to clean himself later. |
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Post by Fallentear || on Sept 22, 2008 22:09:29 GMT -5
Deathpaw took a step further into his leader's den, his limbs shaking. He didn't know what his leader would think of him once he told him what his original purpose had been in Blazeclan. Maybe he'd be kicked out, or maybe Flamestar would trust him. Either way, Flamestar had to know about the doom that was impending, and he had to know now. "Flamestar, there's something I need to tell you. It's about a dream I just had. And also about where Sin and I came from...before we joined Blazeclan." The tom sat down, careful to be out of claw reach of the tom. He was used to rogue treatment of matters, and wasn't sure if he'd get slashed at or not.
"Sin and I were born far from here. We were abandoned by both parents, and we set out to find them. Our father's name is Lucifer, and he has a dark past that is far to complicated and lengthy to explain, because of the lack of time and dire situation. Anyways, once we found him, we discovered that he was leading a group of rogues set on finding a better home. They needed spies, to scope out the clans and see if they were good homes. So Sin and I volunteered."
He took a sharp intake of breath, but didn't allow a long enough pause for a hiss of fury from Flamestar. He plunged right on in his explanation, knowing there was no time to waste. "My dream was of a battlefield, and there was blood everywhere. The dream was so vivid, that I could smell the stench of wounds, and also could smell the cats the belonged to my father's group. I do not know how long until they arrive at the clans, but I do know that they are headed our way. I don't believe I would have had such a dream if they weren't coming at this very moment." His bright green eyes gazed at Flamestar with a seriousness he didn't often have, "They don't intend to kill you all off, but instead desire to move in with your clans. Although this isn't the worse that could happen, it will still be very bad, especially in such a prey-short time of year. We must make a battle strategy, and the medicine cat must prepare herbs. We should also send for the other clans' help, because their numbers are greater than that you have ever seen at a gathering." He looked at his paws and meowed, "I am sorry that I came to the clans on such ill intentions. I didn't know Blazeclan, or it's cats, and now I feel it is only right to warn such noble cats and help them as best I can."
He raised his head and looked into his leader's eyes. "If you will still allow me, I will fight to the death alongside Blazeclan to save their land. I wish you no harm, and I only want to try to reverse what I have done."
Outside the leader's den, yellow-green orbs flashed in the twilight of early morning, but the feline made no sound. Sinpaw crept out of the camp with an urgent gait, heading north towards the edge of the clans...and rogue territory. Words were already forming on her tongue, and her eyes carried a guarded feirceness, as she had a duty to perform, involving Lucifer and the Fallen. The she-cat had a strong loyalty deep in her chest, and she would not stop until she had served it well. |
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Post by Flamey on Sept 23, 2008 6:27:59 GMT -5
Flamestar sat still, rigid with surprise. A hiss nearly escaped through his clenched teeth at the thought of rouges and loners taking clan territory. He pondered for a moment. Deathpaw was a traitor. On the other hand, he did give them a warning. He wordlessly stood up and padded out of the den, signaling with a flick of his tail for Deathpaw to follow. Outside, he felt power starting to build on his hind legs, shooting upward towards the High___. "Let all cats gather beneath the High___." his yowl rang through the clearing as heads started to pop out of dens. He impatiently waited for his clanmates to gather.
Blackmist padded out of the warrior's den, looking around the clearing upon hearing the leader's yowl. It was probably just another ceremony. Soon, the warrior's den wouldn't be big enough to hold all of the new warriors. Warily, he sat down near the High___. He noticed something different about Flamestar, the way he stood so stiffly and impatiently. Something serious was going on. [/size] |
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Post by ripped. on Sept 25, 2008 19:15:38 GMT -5
Crimsonstorm, who was chatting with Fawkes, a senior warrior, heard the announcement made by their leader. The pair headed over to the High___, but Crimsonstorm left the other tom to go towards the front, curious to know what Fallenstar had to say.
Fawkes watched the deputy leave with a simple nod to signal a "talk to you later." He lifted his skull towards the feline perched upon the High___, and his dark brown audits narrowed. Fallenstar's body language was giving away one message--something was wrong. Fawkes looked over to Crimsonstorm, wondering if the deputy knew anything everyone else didn't. But judging by how quickly Crimsonstorm got himself sitting down, he didn't think he knew anymore than a kit in the nursery. [/center][/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by Squid on Oct 15, 2008 14:19:15 GMT -5
Chancestep stepped out into the clearing upon hearing Flamestar's call. He didn't sleep in the warriors den with the others, as since an incident long ago, he was more of an outcast to the rest of the clan. Chancestep usually stayed under an overhanging tree branch whos leaves provided shelter, though very little. He trotted over and sat just a little ways away from Blackmist. |
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Post by Fallentear || on Oct 18, 2008 17:03:57 GMT -5
Deathpaw's pelt prickled as he stepped from the leader's den. There was no sign of Sinpaw, and her scent lingered around the entrance to the camp entrance. He hoped she hadn't gone to warn their father. He trudged to the middle of camp, like a prisoner being tried for murder. He sat, looking around as the clan stepped into the watery, early-morning sunshine that was falling softly into the camp and delicately lighting everything. Such a peaceful setting..the calm before the storm. |
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