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Post by Frisby on Sept 21, 2010 20:02:07 GMT -5
Cats that don't go to StarClan end up here.
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Post by Frisby on Oct 7, 2010 19:23:44 GMT -5
Nightingale gasped awake. The darkness was ebbing, and it occurred to her that perhaps she had made it after all. It must be night, she reasoned. She was laying still, on her side, and couldn't remember how she'd gotten that way. There was a deep dark wall of blackness in her mind. Confusion. Nothing was right.
Where's the river?
There was no rush of water. The small black she-cat wondered if she'd gone deaf, but it couldn't be. She could hear her own slow breathing...
And it smelled weird too. The fresh, alluring scents that had wafted through the moisture-thick air were gone. It was bland and dry, with the faint scent of prey, but everything seemed stale.
She sat up, and it was easier than she had expected. Her body felt refreshed. All the battering sores from the river were gone and she glanced down, inspecting herself. My fur is dry.
Scanning the deep, black forest surrounding her, she soon determined there was no river nearby. It made no sense at all. I must have gotten swept downstream, and then...Sleepwalked up here? Maybe someone brought me here.
There were the faint scents of other cats on the air, but none were familiar. She shivered. Where am I?
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Post by froscogo on May 22, 2011 10:29:27 GMT -5
Newflight wailed in despair. The land around him felt cold and suffocating. He was alone. There was no Ethre, no Mudd, no Marbleclaw. He cried up to the starless night sky, "Father! Why have you abandoned me?! What did I do to deserve this solitude of blackness!?" ______
O.j. flattened his ears at his son's pleas. He was pacing in fury at the star encrusted border between the Dark Forest and Starclan. The old Warrior wanted nothing more that to sprint to his son and explain what was happening, but if he did, O.j. would be forever trapped in the land on endless night.
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Post by Frisby on Jul 5, 2011 8:10:02 GMT -5
The hulking silver tabby watched, standing a few fox-lengths behind Newflight in the shadows, even though he did not care for their concealment. This tom would be no threat. What was a threat when you were already dead, anyhow? He folded back his ears in annoyance at the warrior's cries, and a snarl rolled in his throat. Ash-heart stalked forwards, slipping around from behind the tom to face him, with his ears folded back in aggravation. In reality his mind was on grander themes--What was this new cat doing in the forest? There was something odd about him...Where were his death wounds? Poisoned?
The tom hissed through his teeth and in his scratching voice, scathingly growled, "You sound like a kit," His eyes glinted back in the moonless, starless night. "No one will answer your complaints here...except for those like myself." He grinned a thin grin. "And I don't think you want us answering you."
Newflight's eyes were as round as orbs as the warrior gazed fearfully upon the immense and rugged tom. He felt the stranger's eyes boring into him, searching for something, something...Newflight swallowed nervously, hunched his shoulders to give himself courage and said, "Well, who are you?" Somehow, Newflight didn't really want an answer.
A deep, thoughtful growl rumbled in Ash-heart's throat as he inspected the tom, trying to judge his intentions. Would it be best to lie? His claws slid in and out, sifting the hard dirt as he thought. "I was a brilliant deputy in my time," he growled, letting nostalgia fill his tone and feeling his eyes lose their focus. He ducked his head a moment, staring at the ground to hide his expression. The tom narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed the white tom had seen enough to know that there was more to his story than that--it was too late to lie. Withhold truths, perhaps, but not lie. "My name is Ash-heart." The tom's lip curled slightly as he spoke his own name. "And who are you?"
Newflight didn't take his eyes of this "Ash-heart" for a second. The huge cat, looming over him, made him feel like a mouse under the watchful gaze of an owl. His mind and heart started racing as he tried to figure out what he could tell Ash-heart. Newflight felt unsure if he was trustworthy or not. Instead of replying directly to the question, he asked, "Why wouldn't I want cats like you answering me?"
Ash-heart purred darkly, tilting his head to the side and smirking at the white tom. "Oh...well. You'll find out soon enough." He flexed his claws in the earth dangerously, tempted to attack the tom now, but feeling it would be more worthwhile to play with his naivety. The purr melted into an aggressive snarl and he circled the tom, looking him over. "If you won't tell me your name...at least tell me how you died." He scowled in frustration at the fact that he had not been able to identify the source of death. The killing wound never fades.
As Ash-heart stalked him, Newflight felt the instincts of his grandfather, Fitzgerald the mountain lion, pumping through his veins, telling him what to do. He kept moving as Ash-heart circled him, never exposing the back of his neck. The words I'm dead? nearly spilled out of his mouth but he held them back just in time. He pretended it was a bad swallow and coughed lightly. He responded, trying to add a mysterious tone to his voice by saying, "I just went to bed one night and woke up here. I don't know how I died. I just did."
Ash-heart stopped pacing and gave the tom a curious look. Was he telling the truth? It seemed absurd--none of the others in the forest had gone so peacefully, but he supposed it wasn't impossible for a cat to join the dark forest as they might StarClan. "Funny story," he rumble, eyes probing and uncertain. He gritted his teeth a moment. This tom wasn't eager to divulge much. "...Then...what did you do?" He narrowed his eyes again, fixing Newflight with an intense look for a heartbeat, before laughing dryly. "Hmm, or perhaps if I remember correctly, you don't know that either, eh?"
Newflight felt lost as the question struck him. He had always known that singing to Ethre, and then kidnaping and hiding her sister Mudd and herself, and that his feeling for her were all breaking the Warrior Code. The white warrior felt tears swell in his eyes as his loneliness ebbed threateningly at his insides. Newflight raised his head and stared straight at Ash-heart as courage gripped him. "My name in Newflight and I loved one who was forbidden."
Oh. Very impressive. The tom hadn't expected much to begin with, but at least now from the emotion in Newflight's eyes, he could tell that the tom wasn't lying. Ash-heart's eyes betrayed his disappointment. "You won't be finding very good company here, then," he growled. "Maybe in a few...seasons you'll be one of us...but it will take time." He spoke mostly to himself, thinking of Sinkingsun and how she had turned dark after dwelling on her death for a time. Perhaps he could speed things along for Newflight. "It's StarClan that did this to you, Newflight," he rumbled, eyes shadowed with anger. "StarClan. And until you realize that they aren't all that you thought they were, you will find trouble here..." He drew out the last syllable lazily before providing the tom with a tight smile. Perhaps they wouldn't be at odds for very long. Perhaps the tom would see... In any case, the others would have to hear of the newcomer. He flicked his tail at the white warrior and rasped, "Now I must be off. I will see you agains soon, no doubt..." Ash-heart half-nodded and slipped away from him into the forest, scenting out the wisps of his companions' scents, his mind humming with ideas.
Newflight flopped on the ground like a lost kit and looked forlornly up at the starless sky. It shouldn't matter that he broke the warrior code, because Ethre was now a part of his own clan, so he wasn't breaking it anymore. One one hand he believed that StarClan forgave mistakes, but he shuddered at the thought of the vicious attack of the meteor shower. Why was StarClan mad at him? He picked himself up, and cautiously made sure no one was watching before climbing the nearest tree, as far as he could go. It was even darker up there, strangely, since there were no stars. He huddled up in a tight ball in the crook of a branch and began to hum all the songs he knew to himself, pondering everything that had occurred. He knew one thing, and that was for sure. He should never trust Ash-heart.
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Post by Frisby on Jul 31, 2011 12:04:37 GMT -5
The tom folded back his ears and slipped through the brush. He didn't need to think about the path his paws took. It seemed that by walking in any direction he would eventually circle back to where he began, and before arriving there, cross paths with his companions. His idle thoughts were interrupted after not long though, as a new scent stained the air. Hm? The tom hesitated, glancing about until his eyes picked the brown pelt of an apprentice from the bracken. What's going on? This is most unusual.
Ethre opened her eyes slowly, the air cold and dark in her lungs. It was night, and her mind was a fuzzy mess. She felt as if she had just awoken from a dream, but she could remember nothing…except the haze…the curer den and Newflight…Newflight had…Had he died? For a moment there was a swollen pain in her chest, but then it occurred to her that she wasn't in the den anymore. She stared at the darkness and breathed in its scents--all unfamiliar, except, perhaps a faint wisp of Newflight…I'm tricking myself, aren't I? I can't be dead.
Her eyes focused, and the she-cat could tell that she was in a forest. It seemed weird, uncomfortably enclosed after spending so long out on the hilly plains of DayClan.
"And how did you die?"
She was instantly on her feet, pelt fluffed up and claws extended. Now she saw him--a grey pelt, in front of her the whole time, though a bush stood between them. She trembled slightly at his words. Unless this was a dream, she /was/ dead. /Does that mean Newflight isn't far?/
"Well?"
"I…I was injured, but not that badly. Just very tired…there was a meteor--" She cut herself off and blinked at the tom in alarm. She hadn't meant to say so much to the strange. "Who are you? Where are we?"
"This is The Place of No Stars. My name is Ash-heart…Yours?"
She squinted at him, noticing the scars that lined his face. They looked nearly fresh.
"Ethre…" she quietly meowed, feeling uncomfortable. The Place of No Stars? How did she end up here? Surely…It must have been a mistake. "This isn't right. Where's StarClan?"
The tom's expression soured. He had thought for a moment that she might have been a loner, but apparently she was otherwise. Her story sounded awfully similar to that of the tom he'd met earlier, and it was unnerving. What were all these cats doing here, of they hadn't done anything wrong? Was StarClan invading? Maybe one of the others would know.
He left Ethre's question hanging in the air and gave her a considering look before meowing, "Follow me."
Ethre's gaze hardened. "Why should I do that?"
He withheld a growl and finally said, "I can show you to some others you might know." The tom thought of Newflight. He had no intention of tracking him down for her, but she seemed gullible enough. To his pleasure, Ethre reluctantly trailed him, and they headed for the camp. She wouldn't be able to escape there, with all the others… Ash-heart glanced back at her with more frequency as the scents of his comrades grew and surrounded them. She seemed to frightened and confused to run, though.
"Phoenix?"
Ethre glanced sharply at the large grey tom, and then followed his gaze as a smooth-pelted tabby emerged from the forest. He tilted his head at Ash-heart for a moment before his gaze drifted down to her. She flinched, seeing that he only had one eye, and uncomfortable by the way he stared. After a moment, Phoenix looked back to Ash-heart. He gave his companion an intrigued look.
"The others. Find them. Something is happening."
Pheonix scowled and shrugged. "They're not far…they'll come." He blinked defiantly at Ash-heart before setting himself down onto his haunches and staring at Ethre once more.
Ethre looked away, wondering if she could run, but doubting that she could escape the toms. She definitely couldn't scent Newflight now, and by the looks of Phoenix, she doubted whoever else was in this crowd was going to be friendly. If she ran off, where could she go? Surely they knew this forest better than she ever would, and they could catch up to her easily. It's better to not give them a reason to hate me, she miserably told herself while she waited.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 4, 2011 8:58:55 GMT -5
Lostfire backed out of a hole that he had been digging all his life in the darkforest. He would always be able to dig a tail length down, and it would always refill and harden when ever he left and returned. For years, this had been the tom's daily agenda. The elder snarled and his eyes rolled with insanity. He could hear others talking and knew that only the voices of Ash-heart and Phoenix were real. He spat furiously at the hole that had already disappeared in his lack of absolute concentration and started to approach the cats. Partially blind he picked is route by tilting his head this way and that, allowing his crooked whiskers to drag across the ground. "I hear Ash-heart and Phoenix..." he meowed in his high nasally voice. His jagged teeth stuck out as his twisted smile faced the toms. Lostfire sat down with difficulty as his spine was broken in multiple places. In a flick of a tail his emotions and personalities swapped for the sane wise worried cat that he had been born as. "You've seen the holes I dig right? I'm not just clawing at the ground right?" his voice was strained and quivering. Then in the blink of an eye, he returned to his insanity. Ethre's scent had wafted over him for the first time since he had been seated and rambling. He twisted his head around and grinned with curiosity, "and who is this lovely plaything we've got hear?" he whispered, the emotion of destructive rage hanging on his tongue.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 7, 2011 17:39:52 GMT -5
Pheonix flicked his tail and cast Ash-heart a grin, feeling clever when Lostfire appeared on cue. "See?" he laughed lightly. The tabby quickly ducked his head to avoid a scathing look from the older grey tom, giving Ethre a slight smile instead.
Ethre shivered at the appearance of the new tom. He was far more haggard looking than the others, and she knew more than ever that this wasn't right, that she wasn't supposed to be here in this forest, and that she had to get out. The brown tabby crouched low, trying to fold into herself, as if there could be some safety and escape in that. Her eyes flickered from Lostfire to Ash-heart, wondering vainly if the tom would have any inclination to protect her from his unsettling company.
Phoenix glanced over to Lostifre again, sighing softly at the old tom's question. "What holes?" he meowed, sounding annoyed. "I don't give a rat's tail about your stupid holes. I'd much rather hear about this one." He nodded to Ethre who bristled and growled quietly.
Ash-heart hissed. "Pheonix is just playing with you," he growled to Lostfire. "But he has a point. I think you might find this latest development interesting in the least. It would appear," he drew the words out for effect, "that we have a bit of an invasion. This cat here is the second I've met in the past hour that...hrm...doesn't belong."
He padded closer to Ethre, circling her and giving her an appraising look once more. "You'll note; no death wounds. And I questioned them. Neither seem to be of the...disposition...to earn their way to this Place of No Stars, and both passed in their sleep...Odd, certainly. Very odd."
The silver tom stopped walking and stared harshly down at Ethre, as if she might have lied, waiting only until now to break and reveal some more reasonable truth. She only looked away quivering, and tried to ignore the toms.
"Leave her alone, Ash-heart. She's petrified."
Ash-heart snorted and grinned knowingly at Pheonix. The brown-furred apprentice raised her head slightly and blinked at the former rogue. There was something wrong with him--the tone in his voice, slightly off or something, but...why would he say that? She caught the indignant look in his gaze as he glared at Ash-heart, and the silver tom turned away.
"In any case, Lostfire, what do you make of it?"
Ethre stared silently at the cockeyed elder, slightly curious to hear whatever he had to say. She hadn't the slightest idea what she had done to come to the forest, and longed to hear some explanation besides that it had been of her own trespassing against StarClan.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 7, 2011 18:27:35 GMT -5
Lostfire tilted his head back and forth for the better part of a minute until he finally broke into a wide mis-shapen smirk. It turned his normally terrifying face into something even worse. His eyes held a malevolent gleam that showed his partial blindness. The sight, in total, was horrifying...
And still the tom remained silent as his thoughts seeped into his consciousness.
"Out with it, you mangled shrapnel..." came a snarl that was dripping with venom from right behind Ethre. Although it became apparent that the cat was sitting out of the shadows, it was still unnerving to witness him seem to "materialize" from thin air. His dark rich brown pelt was covered with shadowy black stripes that camouflaged him instantly if his stopped moving.
"If you possess any related data to these occurrences it would be sub-blimely splendid..." drizzled the words from his snarling face.
Everyone was quiet and watching. Lostfire seemed out of his mind with fear.
"Y-ye-ye-yes Jaggedshadows, of course... well" some of his confidence glinted in his eye. "A looooooong time ago, when I still had some sight and sanity, seven cats appeared out of place in our humble abode. They too passed on in a much more peaceful way, much nicer than our passings..." he chuckled in his high squeaky voice. "A dead star had fallen from the sky in their recent past, they thought that starclan was in rage over the recent activities of the clans. They were no use to us an' Jaggedshadows, Brokenwing and I fought against them. Broken wing was able to catch up to the cats as they fled from us..." Lostfire's face had become solemn and strained.
"And then he dissappeared, right before our eyes. He sort of turned into smoke and wafted into the cat he had slayed. And then... an..and and then," he swallowed " All seven of the cats turned into mist and left the dark forest forever.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 7, 2011 19:11:41 GMT -5
Ethre watched the others carefully as Lostfire spoke. They were intent on him, swallowed entirely by his words. If there was ever a time to get away, it was now. Even Phoenix was paying her no attention, and she knew she'd only have a moment before the opportunity was lost. Suddenly a voice spoke behind her. She jumped slightly, then pulled herself close to the ground, trying to receive as little attention as possible. As Jaggedshadows spoke scathingly, she sidled to the edge of the clearing, where the dense blackness quickly swallowed her. Ethre hesitated a moment, disbelieving that the others would actually be so as to unobservant as to let her get away, but her luck seemed to be holding. She turned and quickly darted through the bracken, pawsteps placed with utmost care as she made a silent escape.
She ran on for a while, growing louder and less caring as the small clearing with the rogues fell behind. Her muscles ached, but a panic had arisen in her chest, and she wanted to keep on running and running, as if the forest would end and she would surface back into the world she had come from.
"Where are you going?" His voice was soft and curious, whispering from the darkness to her immediate left. Ethre gasped and tumbled to the side, recollecting herself after only a moment and unsheathing her claws. She had no idea whether they would make a difference on a dead cat, but she could try. Scent told her that Pheonix was alone.
He emerged from the blackness, ginger tail floating lightly above the ground. His eyes were clear and innocent, and he stopped a fox-length before her. "What's your name?"
Ethre blinked at him. I can't talk, she thought with frustration, although she figured it was of some use. If she told the cats something important--Wait. I...I did talk. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Something wrong?" He crooned. "You're a quiet one..."
Ethre's claws sifted the dirt uncertainly. She longed to have someone in the forest that she could trust, but she had no idea where to whoever else had joined her in the forest. Perhaps the tom could help? He was the only one that had shown her any bit of respect, and although the way he looked at her wasn't particularly comforting, perhaps he wasn't like the others...She gave in to the urge and opened her mouth, exhaling once, listening to the sound of the breath before speaking words into it.
"I was mute."
Pheonix's tail, which had been swishing gently from side to side, stopped. He tilted his head and raised and eye-whisker. The tom seemed at a loss for what to say, but he finally managed, stumbling. "Well, this place...has ways...Things like that happen, you know?" He laughed. "Our wounds never heal here, but we never die. Strange place."
Ethre looked unamused, but was the slightest bit relieved that he hadn't tried to take a bite out of her. She blinked silently at him, gripping the ground more steadily now.
"Not used to talking?" Her mouth twitched in response. "Well, what's your name? I'm Phoenix."
She hesitated. "Ethre."
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Post by froscogo on Aug 7, 2011 22:05:29 GMT -5
Jaggedshadows's eyes flashed with amusement at Lostfire's anxiety. He turned to the rest of the group and continued where the frazzled old elder had left off. "Well, I pondered on this occurrence for many moons and I came to the conclusion that Brokenwing had returned..." He smiled with rancor. "To the living world. And Brokenwing changed his ways." The group snorted in bitter disbelief. Jaggedshadows gave a childish laugh. For a moment you could imagine him as the apprentice he was before he died. "It has become clear to me, my brethren, that we must kill any newcomers that infect our forest!" he proclaimed. "And we too shall return to the living world, and we shall wage war on the living that have kept us powerless as we suffer in eternal darkness!"
Ash-heart's claws sank into the earth as he listened to Jaggedshadows, resentful that the other tom had such an opportunity to exert his leadership. His eyes flashed darkly. From his perspective, this seemed nothing more than some ruse the other tom had invented to rally the others under him. They were dead--returning to the living world was impossible. He growled softly and gave the other tom a sharp look from shadowed eyes. "I find this hard to believe." Sarcasm laced his tone. "Do tell how you came to these...extravagant conclusions." His tail flicked aggressively as he challenged the other tom.
"I spent many years wading through the dreams of the cats of the clans, and finally I was lucky enough to come across a new warrior named Blackwhisker. As soon as our eyes met, I knew it was Brokenwing. He had returned, gone soft, in the form of the cat he had slain in the forest. In my outrage I murdered him. Blackwhisker never woke again." He fixed Ash-heart with a careful stare. Jaggedshadows's minds automatically took in all the strengths and weaknesses, pros and cons, tense and analyzing, waiting for Ash-heart's next move.
The silver tom met Jaggedshadows's gaze firmly, eyes cold with unconcealed anger. His jaw clenched as the tom spoke, and his spirits soured as the tom proved his point. It was infuriating, challenging his eternal competitor and making a fool of himself so. He'd have to find a way to bring him down...However much it agonized him to turn away, he swallowed back his rage and nodded his head curtly. The tom's eyes drifted downwards slowly to the spot where Ethre had been, and a chill ran through him. "It would appear," he drawled. "That in your dramatic enthusiasm, you overlooked the escape of our...hrm...prisoner and escape...Not that you would, hrm, stoop low enough to possess a she-cat's body in a second life." He smirked darkly and turned then to see that Phoenix had also gone. "Perhaps we should catch up with our little renegade before he takes this opportunity himself." A wisp of anxiety flickered in the tom, but he assured himself that there would be more mortal cats for them to seize soon enough. At the rate they were appearing, there would be no problem, except perhaps, the fact that Phoenix may very well have made a fool of them all.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 7, 2011 22:33:42 GMT -5
Jaggedshadows purred sarcastically. He crouched and snarled. "If you disagree with me so much, Ash-heart, you can remain behind while we regain life." Coincidentally, at that moment, Lostfire cackled from a distance as he re-excavated his hole. The tom's lip curled showing his sharpened teeth. "Living alone for ten moons in this forest will make you as crazy and insane as Lostfire." His eyes locked with the larger tom. "Back down, you overstuffed kittypet."
Ash-heart's jaw slackened slightly in disbelief at Jaggedshadows's insult. "You, apprentice...calling me a kittypet?" he snarled the word, dissolving into anger. He had reached the very end of his patience and threw himself at the tom now, claws unsheathed and toes stretched. He bowled Jaggedshadow into the ground, slamming the breath out of him and shoving him down towards the base of a tree. At least twice the other tom's size, as a full grown and well-built tom in life, shoving the younger cat around was easy. His teeth flashed towards the other tom's shoulder and found contact in the flesh there. A deep snarl boiled in his throat as he pulled and tried to inflict the other tom with agony.
Keep his head while pain seared through his right side, the young tom slammed his claws deep into one of Ash-heart's paws. The gray tom spat in agony and released his grip on the other tom's shoulder, acting on mere instinct without thought. Jaggedshadows was up the tree in a heartbeat and as Ash-heart looked up, he jumped off the side and sailed back down with his claws outstretched. As he landed on to the ground, he let his claws rake in the grooves of Ash-heart's kill scars. Scarlet burst from the old wounds, and the grey tom recoiled, ducking his head in agony. "Lostfire! How can you just stand there!?" It was a terrible insult to have his death wounds retraced, and he couldn't believe the other tom would make such a bold move. Blood spilling down his face and chest, the tom dragged himself backwards, tossing his head to clear his vision. He pulled his chin in close to his chest, panting in the metallic-tasting air and rolled his eyes upwards to watch Jaggedshadows uncertainly. "Get out of here you filth. Go find your clancat. I don't care." He snarled loudly and took another step backwards, anxious that the other tom might attack once more.
Jaggedshadows leaped a whisked from Ash-heart's face and held him there with a piercing glare from his sickly yellow eyes. "Every time we fight you're lying to yourself. You can never defeat me. There is nothing about you that I haven't figured out." "Get. Out. Of here, Jaggedshadows."
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Post by froscogo on Aug 7, 2011 22:53:19 GMT -5
"Ethre. Nice to meet you." A soft smile spread over the orange tom's face and he padded closer, stopping a tail-length from her. Ethre stared at her paws, trying to avoid looking at him. She wasn't comfortable with the confidence in that stare...there was something wrong... "You okay?" "Don't tell them, okay? You're gonna go back to them. Don't tell them I was mute." He paused, blinking curiously. Why would that be so important? "As you wish. You can trust me with that."
She sighed quietly. "Ash-heart said he saw another cat here. Do you know who that was? Or anything about them?" Her voice lifted hopefully as she thought of Newflight.
"There are many other cats in the forest..." His voice trailed off, and she thought that was disappointment in his eyes.
"But one from my clan?"
"Don't know."
"Oh."
Silence stretched between them. And somewhere out in the woods, Silence the cat looked up. Phoenix cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder absentmindedly.
"How can I possibly trust you?" Ethre meowed, thinking more out loud to herself than to Phoenix as she blinked at the tom. She didn't expect any answer from him, although if he could prove his trust that would be comforting.
"Ethre. Of course you shouldn't trust me. But among all the other cats in the forest here, it's looking like none of the others give much of a rat's tail about you, and frankly, I think you're worth more than that. But that's just me being stupid, so...Just know that I wouldn't want to see harm coming to you from any of them."
Ethre gave him a long look. It was impossible to determine whether he really meant it, but...She wanted to believe it, and of course that made him all the more believable. Suddenly she stiffened, ear's pricking up. "I hear something."
Phoenix gave her a questioning look.
"I need to go."
A look of urgency entered the tabby's expression. "No, you don't know what's out here. There are things far worse than cats..."
"What do you want me to do then? I can't stay with your...your...I can't trust...They'll--they'll--" She stiffened, bristling in alarm as he suddenly pressed his flank against hers.
"I'll keep you safe. Don't worry about it."
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Post by Frisby on Aug 8, 2011 11:39:47 GMT -5
Jaggedshadows had followed Phoenix's scent from the camp and deep into the woods. After much padding, he realized that it circled back to the camp. The smallish cat slunk out from the shadows and into the clearing.
"I see that you have retrieved our prisoner. Make sure that she doesn't slip away again Phoenix, or else I might see fit to rearrange your face." He sniffed scornfully at Ash-heart. "Such a pity that the ground be soiled by such cowardly blood..."
Ethre's eyes stretched wide as she took in the scene. She gave Phoenix an anxious glance, growing increasingly uncomfortable with her surroundings. The tom she had first encountered was sulking at the edge of the clearing, blood pouring from his face, dying his pelt a red-black. The metallic stench of it filled the air. Her eyes jolted nervously upwards as she spied Jaggedshadows, the one that had spoken from behind her as she made her escape. Her tail flicked once in anxiety, and fear curdled her stomach as the tabby referred to her as a prisoner.
A snarl jumped from Phoenix's throat, startling her. "I brought back your stupid mute," he spat, eye livid. "And if you want to threaten me like that, perhaps I'll just leave you all on your own. I managed fine before joining you."
Ethre stared at him in horror. No! She'd been completely done in. He'd broken his promises. He was a liar. If he couldn't guard her one simple request, then there was no way that she could trust her safety to him. The tom's eyes were cold now, all signs of affection gone. "Phoenix?"
He growled in annoyance and ignored her.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 9, 2011 10:09:40 GMT -5
Dragontooth opened his eyes and lifted himself from the ground he was laying on. Although he had never previously visited Starclan, he had imagined warm sunny lands and fruitful earth. He shrugged off his confusion and began to pad through the tall dark trees in search of someone to talk to. The amber colored tom smiled slightly at the thought of speaking with Oj. It would be an honor to speak to any Starclan warrior, but Oj had always been revered by Dragontooth and his brothers ever since they were kits.
Suddenly his ears pricked... "Hello?" called the tom... He could had sworn he had heard voices and pawsteps up ahead.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 30, 2011 9:43:07 GMT -5
Jaggedshadows padded calmly out out the shadows towards the lone orange warrior. He was confident that the "prophecies" that the DF clan had rehearsed would be enough to fool this fluffy pest. Before approaching the tom, Jaggedshadows had composed a whole story that would explain the frightening condition of the DF cats and the starless sky as well as secure cats for the DF cats to take over so they could return to the living world.
He and his clan were to pretend that they were Starclan and that the DF cats had infiltrated their land and were ruthlessly battling for Starclan's bountiful territory. This would explain the darkness, lack of prey, and the starless sky. It would also explain the fresh wounds on Ash-heart that Jaggedshadows would show to the Orange tom as evidence. As the Df cats pleaded to the tom for his help, Sinkingsun and Lostfire would burst out of the shadows and fake an attack. This would hopefully win over the live cat and accomplish the DF cat's desires...
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