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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 18:17:55 GMT -5
The vines that spanned the giant chasm below Stormwing's paws flexed downwards as he slowly padded onto them, heading out towards the middle and halting, only to lay down amidst the thickest tangle of branches. The gray tom stared down into the seemingly endless drop that fell below him. Green orbs flickered to the side as a bird fluttered away, then all grew silent.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 24, 2007 18:28:07 GMT -5
Fogpaw, Demonstorm’s young son who had just recently joined Fernclan, spotted Stormwing in the middle of the Vine Bridge. The tom’s slate colored eyes showed no emotion as he stood there, watching the older tom. A small breeze was blowing, ruffling his short, dark gray fur. There was only one thing on his mind. Stormwing. His father had mentioned him many times when Fogpaw was still a loner. Now the young apprentice wanted to know what had really gone on between Stormwing and his father.
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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 18:30:50 GMT -5
Stormwing scented the air as the winds shifted. He smelled Fogpaw, and raised his head to look over at the tom. His green eyes showed fear and sorrow for the breifest of moments, but Stormwing quickly quenched the emotions behind a solid wall of curiousity. "Fogpaw," The tom meowed, dipping his head towards the other tom. "What brings you here?"
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 24, 2007 18:39:59 GMT -5
Fogpaw shrugged, his gray shoulders rising ever so slightly. “I was just wondering around.” He meowed, his voice stoic. “Then I saw you, and wanted to ask you a few things.” The small tom sat down and curled his tail over his forepaws, his gray eyes burning with curiosity. “The first thing I want to ask is… why do you and my father hate each other so much?”
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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 18:46:15 GMT -5
Stormwing sighed heavily, looking away. The gray tom stood and picked his way back across the Vine Bridge, coming to sit beside Fogpaw. "You have just asked a very touchy question. What I tell you is the truth, though you may not like it. Just hear me out, and you may think of me however you like when I'm done." Stormwing lay down after a moment, placing his head on his paws and searching for the right words to start. "Your father was once a loyal and trustworthy warrior. My own mother Thunderstar was his mentor. But after he became a warrior, something about him changed. I could sense it, though I had only just become an apprentice. He was deemed my mentor." Stormwing stole a glance towards Fogpaw, continuing. "Everything was fine for a while, and I grew to like your father very much. Then Foxtails death occured, and your father said it was a badger that had slayed her before he could save her. Now we were left without a deputy, and Thuderstar was appointed..."
OOC: You can say something so I don't ramble on lol.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 24, 2007 18:51:40 GMT -5
OOC: XD
BIC: Fogpaw was hanging on Stormwing's every word. It was almost as if a spell had been cast upon the usually unemotional apprentice. For the first time he could remember, he was allowing his feeling to come through. His gray eyes were dark with worry... he knew that this story couldn't have a good ending. Actually, he already knew the ending, one that involved his father being exiled from Fernclan. "But it was my father that killed Foxtail, wasn't it? He's mentioned her before." The small tom meowed.
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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 19:03:02 GMT -5
Stormwing hesitated for a breif moment, then nodded. "Yes, your father killed Foxtail. But we did now know this, and were led by his lies." Stormwing lifted his head to peer up at the morning sky, clouds that dotted its blue expanse were tinged gold from the rising sun. Stormwing continued the tragic story. "Demonstorm plotted to kill Fawnstar next, who had been our current leader. Fawnstar went out on patrol alone one day, and Demonstorm lay in wait for him, telling our leader of how he killed Foxtail. Now, my part in this truly came. I went out into the forest, following Demonstorm's scent, so that we could train. But instead I caught him in the act of killing Fawnstar." Stormwing paused, still staring up at the dawn sky. "Fawnstar tried to tell me, but I chose instead to believe Demonstorm for the time being. I was wrong. He murdered Fawnstar before me, and I didn't realize he was telling the truth until it was too late. I later exposed him to Thunderstar and my father. I looked up to him, but most of all I looked up to Fawnstar, and he killed him." Stormwing looked down at Fogpaw, taking a breath as he prepared to hear the worst of it from his most hated enemy's son.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 24, 2007 19:11:20 GMT -5
Fogpaw looked down at his paws, at loss for words. There was nothing that he could say that could express his feelings about the situation. So he looked up at Stormwing and meowed, "Thank you for telling me what really happened, it means a lot to me. I'm sorry my father did those terrible things. Even though I've only been here for a short time, I know that its a horrible thing to kill your clanmate." He paused, looking back at his gray paws as he unsheathed his claws and dug them into the ground. "I wish there was something I could do to take back what my father did to you. I really am sorry."
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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 19:14:10 GMT -5
Stormwing shook his head sliently. "Do not be sorry. And what is past is past. We can not change what DreamClan can not change. Do not get me wrong, I once looked highly upon your father, as you should too of his good deeds, not the bad. But I can never forgive him of the sins he made. I only hope you can understand that." Stormwing smiled meekly down at Fogpaw, shivering as a morning breeze ruffled his fur.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 25, 2007 15:59:40 GMT -5
"I understand." Fogpaw meowed as he nodded his head. His dark blue eyes showed his sadness, and a small tear trickled down his face. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Then he looked over at Stormwing and asked, "What do you think of me and my siblings though? Do you still like us despite what our father did?"
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Post by Brambles on Oct 25, 2007 16:38:19 GMT -5
The gray tom smiled, looking over at Fogpaw. "I wouldn't have encouraged you to join FernClan if I didn't like you. What your father did can never be forgiven in our Clan, but that does not mean we will hold it against you when it happened before you were even born." Stormwing winked at the apprentice, adding, "No one would hold Demonstorm's sins against you, Thornpaw, or Jasperpaw."
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Post by dove on Oct 25, 2007 22:05:42 GMT -5
Stormdove was walking on the bridge, feelinglonely. She had joined this clan a couple of moons ago, but never felt part of the clan. SHe wants to stay, of course, but she wanted a friend. She was very shy, and doesn't talk much. Sometimes, she wanders, andd thinks so deeply that she doesn't notice a thing, like now. She had started climbing the bridge, and she didn't really notice Fogpaw and Stormwing.
OOC: Heyy, Ember, just wondering........... does Stormwing have a mate planned for him, or does he just not a mate???
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 26, 2007 15:03:56 GMT -5
OOC: Well first, Stormwing is Brambles charrie XD and he has a mate. But I have two Fernclan toms who are apprentices (Thunderpaw & Fogpaw) and they don't have mates.
BIC: Fogpaw nodded, pleased with Stormwing's answer. He was about to say something, but noticed another cat approaching out of the corner of his eye. It was Stormdove, a Fernclan warrior. He looked over at her and meowed, "Hello Stormdove. What are you doing out here?"
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Post by Brambles on Oct 26, 2007 20:41:00 GMT -5
Stormwing flicked an ear, switching his gaze to look over at Stormdove. The toms green orbs glowed as he meowed, "Stormdove, are you okay?"
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Post by dove on Oct 28, 2007 17:22:43 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, whoops. My bad. XD. And okay, any dude is fine.
BIC: Stormdove looked up, gazing at the two toms with her midnight blue/violet eyes. "Yes." She meowed, stiffening. Her temper flared up, her eyes blazed. Does it look like I'm not okay? She thought, sarcastic. Then, a moment later, she relaxed, and the blaze died down in her eyes. "I don't know." She whispered. She bowed her head.
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