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"Well, there certainly isn't anything right about it. You went from one of ShadowClan's finest to a cat groveling to the dead for salvation. What does that tell you?"
Almost a rhetorical question, really. Wolverine didn't want her answer. "It tells me, going forward your name should be stripped. You are no longer Larkfire, a blazing beacon of ShadowClan's prowess, but Lostspark-- the new medicine cat with a lot to work toward. Reignite your passion and prove the flame within still burns, and you may find yourself in the sky's graces again. "But until then, wake up Lostspark. You will find the key to your immediate survival near the cave's edge." A dismissive lash of his tail, indicating the conclusion of the dream. Lostspark would likely find the waking world to be less than pleasant. [ @Rose ] |
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He really ought to start cleaning the place up if cats were going to insist on visiting. Wolverine wasn't accustomed to so many guests, used to the solitude that came with an exile to the pits of hell. But here they were, an insolent grandkit tantruming her way into his home.
In all honestly, he was neither shocked or impressed. His blank stare at her as she started blabbering away was telling of his indifference to her strife. "It can hardly be a surprise, my dear, when you've been stewing on this for so long." He knew it was coming as soon as she made her wish, had anticipated it - and the wait to meet her ire was only worth the amusement that stirred in his chest. "Fool you? Well, that's funny coming from the cat who didn't care for consequences. That is on your conscious, not mine." Perhaps if she read the fine print before signing a devil's contract, she wouldn't be in this spot. "A lack of poor planning on your part does not constitute a sin on mine. You had no second thoughts, and that impulse cost your children quite dearly, didn't it? Selfish desires often do bring pain to others, after all." Go ahead and cancel him, Wolverine already had a paw in the door with one of her kids. The others would follow soon enough. "Being detached from them won't heal the suffering you caused, it will only let it simmer and grow. Remember that, little bird." Wolverine dismissively eyed the rat skull, scooping it toward him with a flick of his paw. "Peace is not what the wicked receive, Lostspark. To survive, you must be willing to do anything to stay ahead - and a skull only symbolizes your inevitable demise." Until death ceased to be, peace would not exist. It was merely the game of life. He quirked a brow at her. "You will or you are? Speak with your chest, kitten. You sputter like a flame in the wind." [ @Rose ] |
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"You might have your own little bird, but you'll always be one to me." Wolverine was watching his granddaughter carefully - observing the distant look she had in her eye as she swallowed his former words with grace. This was far from the pathetic little worm that had crept into his nest, seeking salvation while drowning in a pool of despair. No, the last few moons, being challenged to be better, seemed to have brought out the cat that inhabited her before she became a shell of her former self.
He liked it. She was displaying behaviors a true ShadowClan cat should have: pride and confidence. A willingness to take a challenge on without being held back by the fear of failure. "So we will." Failure or not, Wolverine wanted her to have a backbone. Even after he tore her down, she remained upright - her gaze sharp and meaningful. "Maintain your posture, kitten. Keep your head up against the upcoming storms and you will prevail. Your wings may bend and break beneath the wind, but as long as you allow your flame to burn within you will not truly falter." A step forward, the rat skull released to disappear behind his daunting form. "Oh, the swamp's always open to you if you decide to come by again. I never turn my family away." Besides, despite everything he liked her company - if she were any feistier, she might remind him of his daughter. "A parting gift, for now. I am not blind, little lark - I know progress when I see it, and effort is to be rewarded. "Consider the name Lostspark no more, for the cat who earned that name is dead. Go forth as Larkrise: your growing passion is the start of a new era and will serve as a catalyst to spurring ShadowClan to success. Help Dawnstar get a grip on those tadpoles." A light bop against her forehead, and then he withdrew. "Don't be a stranger, now. Maybe bring dear Dawnstar along with you next time, it's been a while since I've seen her." [ @Rose ] |
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Drizzlecloud Thunderclan She/her The day that Drizzlecloud had finally decided that it was time, was the very same day as this moon's gathering. Why had she decided today, of all days? She was a little unsure, but nonetheless, it felt right. Today would be a big traveling day for the both of them, but it was an especially big day for Springpaw. The very day of her ceremony… Which she would be guiding. What a frightening thought! It made her anxious, but on the flipside, it filled her with excitement too. There were far too many emotions for her to process in this moment, though. The eldest of the two healers had decided to leave early that morning, when the sun's light was just barely lighting up the forest floor. It made her head hurt less. If they could travel to the Starcave in a bit of a dimmer setting, perhaps the gathering that would follow would be less overwhelming. Perhaps her head would pound just that much less. She knew that all of the scents would cause her to reel, but she would just have to hope and pray that she'd be able to get through the day without toppling over and hacking up her breakfast from that morning. During their trek to the cave, Drizzlecloud kept quiet for the most part. She guided Springpaw–albeit just a couple of pawsteps ahead of her–with her tail resting on one of her apprentice's shoulders, just to ensure that she stayed close… But, the action was made to whose benefit? Her own. The physical touch made her less anxious. Drizzlecloud's recent losses, that being the rest of her hearing, had left her grasping at all of the different ways that she could approach certain situations. There wasn't an ounce of hearing left for her to depend on anymore, so she had to depend on the rest of her senses, of course. It wasn't much of a concern to her, she knew that she would manage. It was just a learning curve, one that she thought she wouldn't have to experience ever again, not since kithood, not since her early apprentice moons, not since her selective mutism as a wee baby… But, here she was. Just as daunting as it had been all of those moons ago, but a little less scary. Not with all of the support that she had now–not with knowing that she was a capable individual. Her attention shifted from the grass, eying the cave as they approached its open jaws. Green eyes flicked from the cave's opening to the grass again, then to her paws, and then to her apprentice. “You ready?” She asked softly, offering Springpaw a reassuring smile. Drizzlecloud knew that she was ready. She knew from the very moment that she had woken up that day. After the panic had settled, there was a blanket of relief that seemed to have been draped gently over her in that moment just at the sight and the realization of Springpaw and what she had done that day. What she had done without guidance, what she had done when left to her own devices. Perfectly capable. Dedicated to her clan. What any good medicine cat should be, and Springpaw herself, at her very core, was Drizzlecloud's very own prideful example of that. [ @vei LETS GO LETS GO WOOO:spinning: ] |
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