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Post by bluestream on Dec 5, 2008 20:14:29 GMT -5
In the Blazeclan Territory, there were stories about a loner, a name forgotten, that had left camp long ago. No one knows the real reason why she did. The only cat was her sister Icetail, but she died long ago, so no one really knows. Some Blazeclan members remember her, but even they don't know why she left. Some of the Clan would see a gray cat with bright green eyes ever so often sitting there and watching the clan, but no one has recalled seeing that cat in a while. After a few moons, most of the clan thought that she had either forgot about the clan or she was killed. Then one day, all that would change...
It was a sunny day for Blazeclan, not a cloud in the sky. Everything was calm in the camp, some were even sleeping peacefully. Then, out of the shadows of the forest emerged a gray she-cat with green eyes. She had lots of cuts with blood coming out of them and some of her fur was gone, she also looked as if one of her front legs were broken. Some of the clan saw the cat come closer to the camp, not being able to tell who it was because she was still in the shadows. As she came closer to the light, a member of the clan yelled a name many have forgotten. Bluestream.
When the she-cat named Bluestream came into the light and into the camp, some of the cats backed away as she came in. Bluestream stopped, looked around, and fainted.
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Post by Fallentear || on Dec 12, 2008 1:20:09 GMT -5
A handsome young tom jumped to his paws from where he lay by the apprentice's den. He was large for his age; about the size of a full-grown warrior. His midnight-black pelt bristled at the intrusion, but Midnight had always been known for his calm demeanor and fair judgement. Within the gleaming sunlight, a white crecent shone upon his brow. This marking contrasted his pelt of coal so harshly that it was all most cats could see when catching first sight of him. He forced his hackles to lay flat, as a clanmate had clearly recognized this she-cat. What had been her name? Bluestream. He recalled mentally. Quite a pretty name for a cat in such a condition. He padded forward with no hesitance showing in his features, only resolve and determination to sort things out.
Midnight looked down at the crumpled and broken form at his paws. He could tell she was once a fine creature; strong, obviously if she'd traveled this far with so many injuries. He wondered what could have happened to her. He inhaled her scent, analyzing it. His eyes narrowed and his hackles rose slightly a second time. Rogues. He spat quietly to himself. His yellow eyes blinked slowly, and he prodded the she-cat. She didn't move. She clearly needed Windstorm's help, badly. Looking around at the others that stood so still, watching with wide eyes, he snapped, "Well? Is somebody going to fetch Windstorm already? This cat needs help!" His stony eyes scanned the crowd, and then fell upon Crimsonstar's den. Perhaps he should run and tell him that a stranger had arrived.. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by bluestream on Dec 12, 2008 22:08:25 GMT -5
Bluestream regained her some of her strength to wake up but was still dizzy and weak so she couldn't open her eyes. She heard a voice above her but she couldn't understand it. She forced her eyes to open to see who was talking. When she could see the other cats staring at her, she tried to get up and stumbled a little. She looked around for the Windstorm's den. When she spotted it she started walking toward it, stumbling along the way. She was almost to the den when the same voice that she heard earlier stopped her. She stopped and turned to see who had spook. It was a midnight-black tom.
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Post by Fallentear || on Dec 14, 2008 19:08:53 GMT -5
Midnight's eyes turned back to the she-cat, to see her struggling towards Windstorm's den. She stumbled, and leaned over to the side like a wobbly new-born fawn. "Whoa there, wait up." He meowed as he lurched forward. She was unable to regain her footing, and was falling to one side, but he was by her side in an instant and lent her a shoulder to right her again. "Take it easy," He mewed, "Windstorm can come to you. You're in no condition to be moving." He looked her up and down, and flicked his ears, "And besides, you don't look like a clancat, even if you have a clancat name. Crimsonstar will need to know that you are here, so he can figure out how to help you."
He closed his eyes, leaned back on his heels, and considered for a moment which was more important. Finally he opened his eyes again and meowed, "Well, I suppose I'll have to get Windstorm for you first. You really need some treatment." He took a few steps towards the medicine cat's den, but stopped and turned back to add, "Wait here, okay?" Then he padded the rest of the way to the den and slipped inside. Out in the clearing, his voice could be heard echoing around in the den as he called Windstorm. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by bluestream on Dec 14, 2008 20:25:07 GMT -5
Bluestream didn't say anything to the young warrior or any of the clan members. She watched him go into the den, knowing that Windstorm wasn't in his den. She had seen him in the forest picking herbs. Knowing that, she started walking toward the den, ignoring the other cats requests to help. Once she walked into the den, she lied on one of the many pallets. "He's in the forest picking herbs. Just go ahead and get your leader, I'll talk to him." she yelled to the warrior and closed her eyes.
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Post by Fallentear || on Jan 11, 2009 3:07:39 GMT -5
Midnight stared determindedly into the shadows of the den, ears pricked expectantly for a reply from Windstorm. But nothing bounced back at him except for echoes. A slight frown appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his brow furrowed. Where was he? He's in the forest picking herbs. Came a call from one of the moss beds, which made him start a little with surprise. He turned and looked at her as she spoke..considering her with intrigue now. How could she have known that?
Whatever the case, it was obvious that she was right. There was nothing more he could do now but get Crimsonstar. He flicked his ears to show that he'd heard and nodded in agreement with her request. Midnight ducked out of the den again and padded towards Crisomstar's den. He called out to the leader a moment before he stuck his head into the entrance of the den, bright yellow eyes peering within the darkness, seeking out the leader. [/size][/color] |
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Post by ripped. on Jan 11, 2009 14:07:08 GMT -5
Crimsonstar, who had heard some commotion outside, dismissed it as some apprentices playing around. His ear twitched as he recognized the scent of one of the apprentices, Midnight, and rose to his paws. "Midnight, what's wrong?" His dark tabby fur shone as he stepped into the sunlight that was peeking into the den, emerald audits glinting with concern. He didn't wait for a reply; he walked out of his den, and the scent of another cat mingled with the scent of the camp.
One of the warriors who were standing with another, murmuring words that Crimsonstar couldn't pick up, flicked their tail to Windstorm's den. Maybe something's wrong with Windstorm, he thought, walking into the medicine cat's den. After taking a few pawsteps he saw the figure of a feline he didn't recognize. His neck fur bristled and he restrained himself from unsheathing his claws as he was able to smell the scent of a rogue on the femme. He left the den and walked over to the black tom. "Midnight, what's going on?" Crimsonstar repeated his question, leaving his hard gaze on the apprentice. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Fallentear || on Jan 11, 2009 17:56:49 GMT -5
Midnight dipped his head in respect as his leader approached him again. "Crimsonstar," He meowed, standing straight to give his report, "This stranger walked into camp and collapsed on the ground, badly wounded and bleeding. She smells of rogues, so either she is one, or has an affiliation with them. Perhaps she was attacked by them, I can't be sure. Either way, she's too weak at the moment to cause much of a disturbance, so I brought her to Windstorm's den to get some treatment, but he wasn't there. She has said nothing to me except that she wanted to speak with our leader, so I went to get you..." His eyes drifted from his leader's face and landed on the medicine cat's den again. He had a feeling that this she-cat was known in Blazeclan a long time ago, for a cat had called her name and recognized her as she entered camp. Where had she been all this time? He was eager to hear her explanation, but did not dare enter the den again until Crimsonstar told him otherwise. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by ripped. on Jan 11, 2009 18:35:28 GMT -5
Crimsonstar nodded and took a good look at Midnight. "Come into Windstorm's den with me; since it seems like you were the only one who helped her, she might be less intimidated if a familiar face is there." He turned around and walked into the den where Windstorm would normally be, and sat down beside the broken figure. Midnight hadn't been exaggerating; this femme needed medical attention.
"Where's Windstorm?" Crimsonstar demanded, only to realize the tom had mentioned to Crimsonstar he was going to collect herbs today. Growling, he looked to Midnight, then dashed out of the den, looking around. When his gaze fell on the senior warrior, he called his name. "Fawkes! Go and find Windstorm; he should be collecting herbs. Tell him it's important," The order was barked, almost, and the ginger tom nodded before exiting the camp. Crimsonstar went back to Windstorm's den, brushing past Midnight but flicking his tail to signal to the young tom to come sit with him and the stranger.
ooc - not very good, sorry D:
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Post by bluestream on Jan 11, 2009 20:46:31 GMT -5
Bluestream looked up to see the cat that had helped her before and familiar cat come in and sit next to her. "Ah, I see Emberstar isn't leader anymore. She was a wonderful leader. It's good to see you as the new leader, Crimsonstar." she said weakly, losing her strength just sitting on the pallet. "My name is Bluestream and I'm a loner. I left this clan a long time ago as an apprentice. I was attacked by rouges a few days ago and came here for assistance." OOC: Sorry it's short!! |
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Post by ripped. on Jan 12, 2009 17:38:30 GMT -5
Crimsonstar examined the femme's face a little more now that she mentioned Emberstar. "You...it was you who left the Clan?" He remembered being a young little tyke, and worry spread throughout the Clan when an apprentice went missing. It never meant much to him; when he was old enough to do something about it, they gave up looking for her. "Lie down, I can see you're getting tired from just sitting upright," He placed a white paw gently on her shoulder, the pad of his paw lightly brushing her fur. It was a rare occurance that Crimsonstar ever showed kindness or any other face than his usual hard expression, and other than Midnight, the dark tabby can't think of another feline who has seen him in a kind state in recent times. "Where's a medicine cat when we need one?" He murmured, mainly to himself. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by bluestream on Jan 12, 2009 20:08:10 GMT -5
Bluestream did what she was told and lied on the pallet. "Yes, it was me who left the clan a long time ago. I left after my sister, Icetail, was killed by the traitor Windclaw...Her mentor. After she was killed I left the clan. It was right after we received our warrior names when she was killed. We weren't real warriors by then because we didn't protect the camp that night. She's told me that Windclaw would do anything for her not to be a warrior so every time they would go train he would abuse her. He wouldn't train her, just give her pain. No cat in this clan would believe us when we told her, not even Emberstar. When Windclaw killed her no one believed me when I told them. I saw him kill her! That's why I left, because no one ever believed me." she told him, explaining why she had left many moons ago. Suddenly pain came to her side from the open wound. |
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 16, 2009 20:00:13 GMT -5
Midnight stepped into the den after his leader, as he had been bid. He sat calmly and patiently without a word as the two older cats spoke. Not even his tail moved as his bright yellow-green optics watched the newcomer tell her tale. The scene was quite eerie, the way he sat there like some dark statue, his dark fur sticking out and giving him a rather wolfish appearance. It was not simply his stillness that was strange, however. It was the fact that he was such a young cat, and managed to hold such composure under such serious circumstances. After a slight pause in her speech, Midnight spoke.
His voice was low and held slight tones of outrage; there was no element in it that would have startled the others, although his input was surprising, considering the long minutes he'd spent without a twitch of a whisker or a breath of a word. "That is ridiculous." He growled, his glowing eyes watching Bluestream, "How could they not believe you? Surely they saw the corpse? The clawmarks? They should have checked under her claws for fur.." He shook his head, closing his eyes for only a moment in frustration, but then snapping them open again to gaze at the misty-gray she-cat. "What has become of this Windclaw, Bluestream? If he still resides in this clan, he has some explaining to do." His black claws kneaded the earth with the urgency for justice. Innocent blood had been spilled... how could it have gone so easily overlooked? The world could be cold sometimes. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by bluestream on Feb 16, 2009 21:58:11 GMT -5
Bluestream raised her heavy head to look at the young warrior. Hearing what he had said, more flashback came to mind. Blood, yells, fur, claws, never forgotten eyes of fear. "I killed Windclaw, in the forest. He was hunting one day and I killed him." she said under her breath. She was getting weaker and weaker but the second, but she continued to talk to the two cats watching her.
"Windclaw washed his claws and hid the evidence of his ruthless kill. He was smarter than most of the clan, even the leader herself was no match for him. So after I left this clan, I started teaching myself how to fight. After I got stronger and stronger I came back to the clans territory so I could finally kill that devil cat." Bluestream weakly said and lowered her head back onto the pallet to rest. |
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 17, 2009 18:49:38 GMT -5
Midnight frowned. This tom-cat sounded like a real threat to the forest. He was glad he hadn't been around to witness his destruction in the clan. The life he had right now in Blazeclan was enjoyable, and if any cat had tried to ruin it for him, he would have shredded them too. After a few moments of silence, he noticed that Bluestream looked really tired. "Oh.. you still need medicine cat treatment... here, let me see if I can find you someone who can help." As he turned to dash out of the den, he bounced off of a wide, white chest and fell onto his rump with a plunk! Shaking his head, he lifted his leafy eyes to meet ones that were oddly identical.
"Hello Midnight." The deep staccato tones of the tom sliced through the air with confidence, which probably came from his sheer massiveness. Although Midnight, being only an apprentice, was as big as a warrior, this ghostly creature was even bigger than the average warrior. Deathpaw stood about a hairs-breadth below Crimsonstar's ears, and he still had lots of growing to do. He had always been a large tom; though unlike most big oafish toms, he had a very contemplative side to him. The ginger feline was so pale, that you could hardly tell he wasn't even a white cat. In fact, in the darkness of the den he looked as white as snow; and just as transparent.
Sidestepping around the startled black apprentice, Deathpaw walked towards Bluestream and sniffed at her wounds. "You know, I don't think Windstorm will mind me helping you. I'm not medicine cat, but I know some loner tricks that may work for those. Hold on.." He slipped into the back of the den, mumbling softly to himself, and returned with little blue berries and golden petals tucked into a few layers of dock leaves. "Here we are." He meowed, placing the little bundle on the ground. As he mashed the blue berries with a forepaw, he explained, "Juniper berries for the deeper wounds, goldenrod petals for your strength, and dock to soothe your scratches and hold it all in place. Careful though, because the dock will be slippery before the paste dries." He bent and chewed the golden petals, spitting them onto the leaves with the berry mush, and stuck the leaves onto the more serious wounds. He chewed a corner of the dock, which didn't taste half bad by the way, and licked it onto the more shallow scratches.
"There, how's that?" He meowed, standing back to admire his work with pride. |
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