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Post by lakeripple on Jun 4, 2010 13:41:41 GMT -8
lakeripple [/color] I'm not important And you'll never get What's important to me Because, that's mine, you see[/center][/font] Fear. There are different kinds of fear. There is fear of something that scares you. There is fear for survival. There is fear that leads you to do things you wouldn't necessarily do. There are all kinds of fear.
You ever heard of fear of dead cats?
No, that's not what Lakeripple was afraid of. She respected her ancestors and knew that she wouldn't be seeing their corpses anytime soon. What scared her was that they saw every aspect of your life. Did they know your every thought? And how would you ever know if they did?
And then there is this whole thing about them giving out prophecies and cats having to fulfill them... and calling cats to talk to them. Um, hello! Lakeripple was the deputy, she had important stuff to do back at camp. And even though the medicine cat is the spiritual connection from those alive in the Clan to those no longer... There was a great war coming, and Dawnlfight probably had to prepare.
But her friend had seemed quite firm that this visit to StarClan was important. So Lakeripple had gone along with it despite her fear... err... nervousness. |
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Post by Glyph on Jun 6, 2010 7:24:17 GMT -8
The air was crisp, clear, and Silverpelt shone overhead in all its glory, unmarred by clouds and outshining even the pale half-moon. Dawnflight could feel the stars bathe her with their glow without once taking her eyes from the mouth of the cave; she felt as though her white pelt had darkened and burst with the brilliance of thousands of stars.
The Medicine Cat turned to the WaterClan deputy, fur bristling with anticipation. She could sense her unease, but not its source, and decided not to bring it up.
A faint, acrid scent of char and burnt fur wafted on the breeze, lingering in her nose as a reminder, and the she-cat had to suppress the chill that ran the length of her spine. Someone wanted to talk with them. Someone was waiting.
Dawnflight exhaled softly and nodded to Lakeripple. The Moonstone was calling. "Are you ready?"
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Post by lakeripple on Jun 8, 2010 13:14:23 GMT -8
Dawnflight asked Lakeripple if she was ready. While keeping a calm face, inside, the deputy was screaming NO! NO! NO! I'M NOT READY! But knowing that she would never be ready, could never be ready, she just took a deep breath and nodded. Better just get it over with. If someone wanted to talk with them this badly, it had to be important, especially if they wanted the deputy there.
Lakeripple didn't feel that she was especially important. Froststar was important. Dawnflight was important. Even her daughter, Cherrypaw, would be important if she would get her tail out from wherever she was and back to work. She wasn't that important. She could easily be replaced. The Clan would grieve, then move on. A new leader would take getting used to. Lakeripple knew that she could never be leader. She just couldn't lead that well.
She looked down at Mothermouth and took another deep breath. Dawnflight was with her, and her friend had done this many times before. Nothing bad was going to happen. Their ancestors were protectors, not destroyers. They couldn't be doing anything more safe, even if the cats of StarClan knew everything she'd ever done. She could live with that. Lakeripple could never give up. |
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Post by Glyph on Jun 12, 2010 6:01:12 GMT -8
The darkness inside the cave seemed to beckon Dawnflight, as it had every time she'd come to share tongues with the Clans' ancestors. Tonight, though, it was as if it were a single, dark eye, staring into her soul, picking her apart, judging. She suppressed a shiver. Tonight would not be a night of dreams and idle chatter.
Turning, she brushed her tailtip against Lakeripple's shoulder; she seemed calm, but Dawnflight had been a Medicine Cat long enough to notice the tension in her friend's movement. The white she-cat offered the deputy a tight smile, sharing her thoughts.
What made them so special? Sure, Medicine Cats and Clan Leaders spoke with StarClan, but it wasn't unheard of for regular warriors or even apprentices to receive messages from their ancestors. In this time of peril, what had made WaterClan stand out? Weren't the other clans in trouble as well--surely there were others who could have received this message?
The smell of char wafted again from the cave, and Dawnflight blinked out of her daze.
"Alright then," Dawnflight murmured, as much to the scent as to Lakeripple. "It will be dark, so use your nose and whiskers, and watch for my tail." She nodded to her friend once, and then without another moment's hesitation, turned away and padded into the darkness.
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Post by lakeripple on Jun 14, 2010 13:19:49 GMT -8
Following Dawnflight into the darkness, Lakeripple slowly tried to calm her nerves. She had heard a little bit about the Moonstone before. Even her brother's mate had been here before - and Sunset wasn't a Clan cat. So it couldn't be that frightening. But still, she felt so blind, just wandering through the tunnel, her fur brushing up against the sides and guiding her. Then she could see a faint glow ahead of her, slowly growing brighter.
Rounding the bend, Lakeripple came upon a glowing stone, hit by the light of the moon through a hole in the ceiling. She glanced at Dawnflight, wondering what to do next. But the more she looked at the shining oval, the more certain she became. They had come here to dream, no? Then dream she must, and to dream you had to sleep. And in order for this journey to matter at all, she must touch the stone.
So, the deputy pressed her nose against the stone. Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold! But all of a sudden she was warm again, sitting at the foot of the Great Oak. Realizing that she must be in a dream, Lakeripple sat down and waited for Dawnflight, knowing that she wasn't afraid anymore. The Great Oak was familiar. It was safe. She could feel calm here. |
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Post by Glyph on Jun 14, 2010 14:04:50 GMT -8
Light, slowly growing as the moon rose in the sky outside, pulsing from deep within the crystal. Dawnflight took in the sight along with one big gulp of air, then slowly let her fur fall flat, the nerves bleeding out of her body and into the cool, rocky ground. This was familiar, comforting.
She couldn't believe that what would happen next would be nearly so pleasant.
Breathing the earthy scent of the cave, the white Medicine Cat lay down next to Lakeripple, her pale coat awash with the light of the Moonstone. Dawnflight was used to the cold by now and didn't flinch at all as she felt the familiar, icy sensation slide down her spine. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes and let it overcome her.
It was as if she'd only blinked; the she-cat took a quiet moment to glance around, to see where her dreams had taken her, and realized it was the Great Oak. Of course--where else would they hold a gathering? The she-cat shook her head and spotted the WaterClan deputy as she rose into a sitting position.
Softly, as to not disturb the peace of the starlight twinkling gently all around, she exhaled. "We have come."
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Post by lakeripple on Jun 17, 2010 13:46:58 GMT -8
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Post by ~*Pikeru on Sept 21, 2010 13:02:42 GMT -8
With Dawnflight's hushed words, the forest appeared to give a groaning sigh. A star flashed briefly within the crowded sky, before it swirled upon itself and vanished with only a final spark. The forest became hushed at this. Almost afraid to move.
What seemed moons of silence followed, finally broken when a gust of wind picked up. Star laced ash rolled across the lush grass to stop before the two she-cats. The bath it took became lightly lit with small flames which were snuffed out by only themselves. Bright stars let the Oak's surroundings become darker despite the lack of a cloud within the sky. It swirled in place, picking up speed as it went. For those with imagination, or an open mind, could believe that possibly the silhouette of a cat began to form. Eventually a sharp yellow orb flashed within the bright soot. It had created bone within the shadowed cat, that formed muscle and flesh. Quickly patches of singed tabby fur appeared in patches upon the feline's form. It's tail twitched once everything was finished, and it indeed was just as suddenly as it had all started. To close ones eyes from the sight was to also miss it completely. What remained of the soot and ash lifelessly dropped to the darked grass.
"Lakeripple..." The tom that emerged was what would appear to of been once a tabby. His yellow eyes flicked intently to the deputy first, though did not overlook the medicine cat's presence. Yellow orbs slowly focused to her as well "Dawnflight..." Deepfrost's voice was thick with ash, and the air around him gave off the sent of burning fur. This Starclanner looked nothing like the common starlit ancestors that visited kits and medicine cats in their sleep.
"She is...causeing great pain...isn't she." Despite the rugged form, the tom's words were not scorched like his flesh. It carried the stars that seemed to be so few upon the tabby pelt. Those sharp yellow eyes clouded with thought.
OOC: That was...oddly fun
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Post by lakeripple on Sept 23, 2010 15:23:17 GMT -8
Never before in her life had Lakeripple seen anything like what happened as the StarClan cat appeared - and she had seen a great many things. She had seen water rise from nowhere and sweep away everything in its path, ruthless and hungry. She had seen the light of stars reflect in her mate's eyes, making them even more beautiful - which she would have sworn was an impossible task. But when the dream forest that looked so much like the neutral gathering place of the Clans (up till recently, that is, for when was the last time they had come together in a Gathering? The alliances and relations were much too brutal to expect peace if they showed up, though Lakeripple had been willing to try) prepared for the entrance of the starry warrior, it took the WaterClan deputy's breath away.
She searched her memory of the stories that the elders told of the ancestors for this particular cat, and it wasn't long before a connection was made. The cat that had refused his healing that was offered to him. Not being particularly good with names of cats not in her Clan or that she didn't have direct, personal relationships with, she could not remember his. But what she did remember was that he was Foxcloud's father.
And with that knowledge, his question was incredibly clear. And all it took was a nod of her head for Lakeripple to express her feelings. The smolder in her blue-green eyes showed that a simple nod was an understatement and that she could go on forever with what she would like to say about the deputy of the Clan allied with her, if she had trusted herself to talk.
She had to talk. She knew that. Her Clan was in an alliance with FireClan, and she was beginning to suspect that Foxcloud was the one pulling the reigns there. But more than that she was in an alliance that went against her brother and his family - and she knew exactly what was going on there. She owed it to Skywalker and his mate to find out what Foxcloud was doing with their kit.
This StarClan cat had called her here. She felt that she deserved an answer. And who better to know than him? He was related to the heathen in question... Wouldn't he watch her?
OOC: Um... yeah, muse rather weak, but I managed this. So if it sucks, I'm sorry, and I'm also sorry for the lack of dialogue... Wasn't quite sure what to say. |
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Post by Glyph on Oct 16, 2010 15:59:43 GMT -8
Never before had Dawnflight been introduced to a StarClanner in such a fashion, and, at first, she was terribly confused. Didn't the cats who roamed the night skies look as young and strong as they had in their prime? Weren't they suppose to be free of the pain that held them once they'd shaken off their mortal coils and taken their first steps into the ranks of their ancestors? This was all wrong.
Then the ash swirled away, and a spark of recognition chased away the confusion with something more akin to wonder. His tabby pelt--or what was left of it--his yellow eyes, and the choked voice all brought back memories of a kithood spent in FireClan. Vaguely, she remembered her mentor talking in a hurried voice, of his frustration, of stories told later...
Leaving the nodding to Lakeripple--even if she hadn't known that this cat was Foxcloud's father, it wouldn't have been difficult to figure out who he was referring to--who else could it have been?
"You... You are Deepfrost, aren't you?" Dawnflight swallowed past the heavy, burning scent and sighed deeply, fighting back a wave of guilt that rose at the thought of her birthclan. "... FireClan has fallen far."
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Post by ~*Pikeru on Oct 24, 2010 8:01:43 GMT -8
Deepfrost flicked his attention to Dawnflight in reaction to his name. The tom paused, listening to what the medicine cat had to say. Silently, his gaze inspected the she-cat.
"My time was possibly on that thin line. The line that devided the tainted from the pure. Though it seems no one can expect one of your own flesh and blood to be. . ." Deepfrost paused. He struggled breifly, as if choking on the life taking flames once more. Quickly the sensation passed with a cough. "Her overall goal is not tainted. Simply her choice of execution." The tom felt helpless suddenly. He was reaching too far for reasons he should not have to give. Just like always. The Starclanner was trying to hard. Foxcloud rarely had possative reasons for her actions. He was trying to hard to find "something", from the "nothing" given. But, who could expect any different from kin?
Deepfrost gave a small shake, and turned his attention back to Dawnflight. "You appear to have gotten out, while the chance was still there." The past Fireclanner flicked an ear. Despite not following Dawnflight throughout her past, the aura of her birthclan still radiated off of her white form. Not yet fully smothered out despite the strong presence of Waterclan. Despite himself, Deepfrost gave a drowned sigh. "One of the lucky few..."
OOC: heheh...brain fart :/
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