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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 11, 2008 18:52:16 GMT -5
The massive warrior's gaze was sorrowful. It always was nowadays. That dumb she-cat died because of him! Facts like these made the amber-eyed tom shiver and cringe mournfully, wanting to throw himself into an abyss. He couldn't stand being with himself anymore. These days, the only cat to tease anymore was Lilythorn, and she was usually as sad as he, but he couldn't guess why. But come on! The dang she-cat didn't even fight! It was like, 'oof, of dear, I struck you, now my paw is broken.' Enough to make Chasmriver want to smack her a good one, but now she was dead, and al his fault. He sighed and sniffed, looking around with big brown eyes, scuffling the dirt.
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Post by lily ♫ on Sept 11, 2008 20:18:09 GMT -5
Lilythorn sat alone, sadness overwhelming her. The deaths of Poppyfur and... She couldn't even bear to think of the name. She looked at Chasmriver, moping about like her. She felt love for her old apprentice. She would never forget his vibrant apprenticeship. The obnoxious cat she had known had grown into this cat she saw today. And it was all Flamingpaw's fault! The second she thought it, she felt horrible. The poor apprentice had died just two moons ago after the battle with MaliceClan. She sighed. She would always miss that apprentice. She stood up, rising to her shaky paws. She padded over to Chasmriver. "It's not the same... It never will be." she meowed softly, voicing her thoughts. Her eyes were clouded with grief. "Chasmriver... It's not your fault." her shaky voice cracked twice before she could get it all out. Her eyes bore into his. "We all miss her..." she whispered, tears trying to come, but she had ran out of tears a moon ago. |
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Post by queenboo on Sept 12, 2008 5:29:13 GMT -5
Featheredpaw was full of greif and sorrow, her chest was welling up with sadness. Poppyfur and Flamingpaw... "Why did this happen Why didn't StarClan stop it??" Tears rolled down her face. This happened two moons ago... but Featheredpaw still had this sorrowful pain. She yowled. "Dawnfire, is there anything... to cure a cat full of sorrow... or a broken heart?" the apprentice asked her mentor, "Is there?"
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Post by sandpoppy on Sept 12, 2008 18:04:44 GMT -5
Dawnfire looked at her apprentice. "Some things you just can't cure with herbs and remedy's. Heart break hurts more then any wound, but the cure for it is time,comfort,tears and love. We've all suffered from the battle with those rouges, I refuse to call them a clan, some more then others. But we must be strong. The clan will be looking to us to heal them, both on the inside and outside. It's hard the path we've chosen. Harder then fighting for your clan, harder then starving through a leaf-bare. But the rewards are great. You may not believe it now but Chasmriver will heal and so will you. You'll never forget Flamingpaw or Poppyfur, but it will be made easier." A single tear rolled down the golden cat's cheek.
Mistakenpaw felt terrible. "Come on Chasmriver, I'm supposed to be the mopey one." He joked half-heartedly. He had changed almost as much as Chasmriver. He could open himself up more. He was not the rebellious apprentice he was two moons ago, yet he wasn't a giggler either. He was quiet, yes. But he was dependable. He was the shoulder you could cry on. "I know you miss her, but what if you died instead of her? Would you want her to be miserable?"
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Post by queenboo on Sept 13, 2008 6:04:48 GMT -5
Featheredpaw nodded and remembered what Dawnfire said. She cleaned up her tears and padded over to Chasmriver. "Cheer up," the apprentice comforted, "Maybe..um..Maybe she's still alive." There was an unsure-ness in her voice when she spoke. Flamingpaw might've survived but who knows what happened to her next. Featheredpaw just wanted the clan to be happy again, feeling positive.
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Post by mizuinu on Sept 13, 2008 9:39:15 GMT -5
Not sure which caln to ask for help, Thunderthighs was stuck wanering aimlessly begging for help, and then going to the next. It was time to beg for help rom this clan. He poked his head into the entrance of the camp. Slowly pading up to the nearest cat, Lilythorn, and whispered softly "Excuse me, can I speak to your leader please? This is important." Then waited paitently for the enitre clan to overreact and say he was one of the killers here to distract them while the rest of the clan came to kill them off, and then he would have to plee to them that he wasn't one of them and needed their help to rescue his precious Petal.
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Post by lily ♫ on Sept 13, 2008 9:54:54 GMT -5
Lilythorn's eyes flashed with recognition. "Why would I do that?! And more importantly, why are you here?!" she hissed, hatred flowing through her. Her eyes bore into Thunderthighs. She sniffed, noticing his scent was more like that of a rogue. "They didn't take you back, swine?" she snarled, truly curious now.
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Emeraldfire passed by Thunderthighs, dipping his head to Lilythorn, and kept walking. He froze two steps away. He turned, slowly. "MaliceClan?!" he mouthed, fear taking away his voice. He raced towards the nursery, to his mate, to protect her. |
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Post by mizuinu on Sept 13, 2008 10:16:08 GMT -5
"Wait its not what you think." He pleeded. "Do you remember in the battle when one of the Malice cats yelled traitor. That was me. Now I need all of the clan's help to destroy them, and free their prisoners. I know they're gonna attack again soon. So please, just hear me out, please." He felt tears welling in his eyes as he pictured his mate being trapped by those savage beasts.
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Post by lily ♫ on Sept 13, 2008 10:25:56 GMT -5
"Hmph. Some show." Lilythorn meowed, defiant. Should she take this thing to Lynxstar? She looked around. "Emeraldfire!" she called, waiting for him to come out. "Stay with this... this thing while I go get Lynxstar." she ordered, padding towards the leader's den. "Lynxstar... We have a visitor. It's... The MaliceClan traitor." she called softly into the den, waiting for her leader to come out.
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Emeraldfire loped out of the nursery. He hissed as he approached the rogue. "Hurry, or I might have to kill him." he meowed to Lilythorn before she was out of earshot. His emerald gaze turned to Thunderthighs. "Some Clan you must have had." he hissed, hatred for MaliceClan pouring through. |
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Post by sandpoppy on Sept 13, 2008 12:02:16 GMT -5
Mistakenpaw nodded at Featheredpaws words. "Yeah we never found her body or anything...." He was cut off when Thunderthighs entered the camp. He glanced at Chasmriver worried on how he would react.
Dawnfire watched calmly before she stepped up. "Really Emeraldfire don't you think your being a little silly about this whole thing? He's obviously not been near those fleabags in two moons and he would have to be some sort of idiot to try anything alone" She looked meaningfully at Thunderthighs, directing her sentence to him .
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Post by lily ♫ on Sept 13, 2008 12:11:12 GMT -5
"Dawnfire, you don't know everything. He could just have been spying on us or something." he meowed, smarting off to the medicine cat, but speaking the truth. Emeraldfire sighed. No good would come from fighting with the medicine cat. He knew better than this! He was stressed. |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 13, 2008 12:17:11 GMT -5
Chasmriver sighed and shot Lilythorn a playful glare, flicking his tail, he turned his head to see Mistakenpaw also padding over to comfort him, soon followed by Featheredpaw. The big tabby smiled half heartedly and butted his brow softly into Featheredpaw's. "Thank you guys," He meowed. After a moment of silence, he added. "Perhaps you're right Featheredpaw. Why would they bother knocking her out and taking her away if they just wanted to kill her?" Chasmriver brightened visibly at the hopeful thought. He flicked Mistakenpaw with his tail tip. "I'm going hutning, be back later guys." He mewed, tossing his head towards the entrance to camp, he was surprised to find the traitor from the battle, but paid no heed and swished past him.
-chasmriver to terra-
The lean black shape caught her brother just leaving camp and sighed. She was too late, she would attempt to further comfort him later, though it was strange having him in a separate den. Oh how she dispised lazy, pitiful Darkfog. Abysspaw shrugged it off and padded into the middle of camp, still licking her chops to taste the remaints of her last meal. The blue-eyed apprentice sat down to watch whatever happened with Thunderthighs unfold.
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The massive tawny figure trembled fainty and heaved a sigh, crouched, secluded, in her small den, which now days never felt as cozy as it once did. Oh how Lynxstar distained wars and battles. It wasn't she was capable, it was for those of them who weren't as much so. Poppyfur and Flamingpaw gone in just the first battle. Visions of Knife's bloody gaze and flashing claws, screams and shrieks still reached her senses when they could, clearly it wasn't over. More lives would be taken yet. Suddenly, she heard her deputy calling her, and rose slowly, stiffly, sullenly, her big frame pushing away from earht on thick legs. Dull gray eyes narrowed coldly, lids screwed up, Lynxstar headed into the clearing, and, after shooting Lilythron a look of mild confusion, stood before Thunderthighs. "Speak," She meowed, her voice ringing clear and cold like river water. [/color] |
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Post by sandpoppy on Sept 13, 2008 12:29:15 GMT -5
Mistakenpaw smiled a little. He walked up to the she-cat that still didn't know he loved her. "Hey." He said as he sat down beside her. His old familiar shyness began to envlope him. "Uh I was just thinking....maybe I could show you some of the fighting moves I had learned....after things have been sorted out with him." He flicked his tail toward Thunderthighs.
Dawnfire shook her head at Emeraldfire. He had a point but still to have a traitor spy for them? It hardly seemed logical. Unless the whole traitor thing was an act. Her brain was starting to hurt. She'd leave this one with Lynxstar for now.
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Post by mizuinu on Sept 13, 2008 18:46:03 GMT -5
"Malice is probably regrouping for another attack. Possibly at the next gathering. I would suggest getting ready for that, or you need to get ready and attack them first. Either way, they may have prisoners, in fact I know they have one. You need to help them before any unnecessary consciences unfold." He told the leader, shuddering at the thought of what might happen to his kits. Now he could feel the tears soaking the fur on his cheeks. "Please you must help me kill them or drive them out of the forest."
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 13, 2008 18:57:54 GMT -5
The massive leader narrowed her diluted gray lights sharply, they now appeared as monotone slits, coldly staring Thunderthgihs down as he spoke, wanting to know what he was here for. "You have not supplied me with enough information, exile." She mewed, straightening. "What is your calling, your purpose, and what are your terms? You are one cat. Your help is nothing to me." Lynxstar meowed, her voice hollow and chilly.
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