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A pale brown molly padded into the camp from the territory,holding a fish in her jaws. Fallow had been hunting a lot since her death though that was most in aggravation. She had been murdered by some stranger that she never met before, and he made her death look like some fox did it - leaving her mate friends to believe that was the case. It was appalling. What had I done to even deserve that? She lashed her tail at the angered thought. Fallow did hope that Mist was alright, and hoped that she wasn't hurt too much due to her death. The only good thing is that I get to be with my mom, The tabby did feel blessed for that fact, she had always feared that she'd end up in the Dark Forest. But now here she was with her mother, he amazing and loving mother. Her orbs seemed to suddenly focus on a silvery molly that was sitting by herself. Her pelt heated up at the sight of her mother in law, getting nervous. Fallow and Petaldown never actually spoke before, they had both only been here for about a moon and their paths had hardly crossed since then. "Hello," the younger molly greeted Petaldown as she approached her.
Not noticing Fallow previously, Petaldown was surprised by the sudden greeting. "Oh hello," she gave the other cat a friendly smile. After a few heartbeat she started to recognize the former loner. "I've seen you before... you're Mistpaw's friend, right?" She questioned as she looked the ecru tabby up and down. They were close, she was Mistpaw's only friend besides Stormpaw - he was a nice tom... did they ever become mates? When she was alive Petaldown had silently wished that Mistpaw and Stormpaw would end up together, they had been close since kithood and he was the first friend that Mistpaw had ever had. Though since she joined Starclan she had been trying to get the hang of being dead and hasn't had much time to watch over her mate and children... even if Boulderglare was the one that killed her. "Do you have any idea if my daughter is in love? I just want to know, she had become so cold as a kit and seemed to befriend so little - I want to know if she ever found love? I know she was quite close to that Stormpaw...." Fallow gave a gentle smile as Petaldown asked if she had been Mistpaw's friend. "Oh yes, Mistpaw was my best friend; we were quite close," she let her tone give a slight hint towards her feelings for the molly's daughter. She was glad that the silver cat had remembered her, it would make this a bit easier when she informed her about her deeper relationship with Mistpaw. But before she could start to admit to it, Petaldown asked if Mistpaw happened to be in love, causing Fallow to shut her maw. She carefully listened to the older cat as she went on to explain how little friends Mistpaw had - though Fallow was aware of how cold Mistpaw could be, but also knew how warm and kind she could be when she let her gentler side out. She winced as Stormpaw was brought up. it took a bit after her mother in law finished to get the words right in her head. "Actually, Mistpaw did fall in love, but it wasn't with Stormpaw. Sadly he died in the floods, but she had never loved him in the same way that he had loved her... in fact, she found a mate in someone else," Fallow watched Petaldown's reacts carefully before continuing. "She actually fell in love with... me," she let that sink in for a moment, but then quickly continued. "She left the clans for me since I was being threatened by my sister and a tom that had a crush on me - when we came to age, she became my mate. But about a moon ago, I was suddenly killed by some strange white tom with a black underbelly - like a reverse tuxedo." When Fallow stated that Mistpaw did in fact find love, a wide smile grew. She tried to image her little stone-hearted kit finding a mate and acting all in love and feeling like how she did with Boulderglare. So she did end up with Stormpaw! But this was instantly killed as Fallow continued as informed her that Syormpaw had been killed. I-I had just assumed that he had ran away with Mistpaw... but then what other tom was she close to? Petaldown pondered on this for a moment, her ears were only listening a bit to Fallow's story as she tried to figure this out. But she did hear who had become the silver and grey cat's mate. "You?" She hardly thought before questioning it. "B-but, you're a molly!" She wasn't exactly against it, but rather just surprised but this news. Her blue orbs looked Fallow up and down once more, now seeing her differently. So you'r just a friend of my daughter's, you'r her mate, making you you my... daughter in law, she had to let this sink in and settle. "So you became mates, and then you were killed? ... Okay, I have some questions first : what's your name again? and second: was she happy with you?" Petaldown could get over the fact that her daughter fell for another molly, just as long as she was actually happy with Fallow. She watched relief wash over the tabby, and she gave an encouraging nod to the second question and claimed her name was Fallow. |
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Silverheart sat happily in StarClan. No pains, no worries, no problems... But even the youngest kit would know something was up. The clans where falling. ThunderClan and WindClan are burning, and the leaders are struggling. Riverclan and ShadowClan have been seized. these cats will be looking to us... what are we to do! she thought
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"Oh hello there young one. I see you too have alot in your mind." Silverheart said smiling softly. |
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Silverfur looked around."Where am I?"
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The elder stopped joking.
"I see my friends sister..." the she cat said. Silverheart looked down and thought deeply. |
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Jess sighed. "Poor Squirrelly would be so much happier... She'd stil have her brother... She would never need to live embarassed of being a kittypet once."
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"I can make sure Halestorm is alright. I can always look I the gazing pool and see what that young one is doing!" Silverheart said smiling |
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Hazelpaw awoke, lying sprawled across the camp ground. He blinked his hazel tinted eyes in confusion. W-what? Where am I? He thought lifting his head. He gazed around, trying to remember if he had been here before. Not remembering anything he stood up slowly, continuing to gaze around in bewilderment. He saw a group of cats not too far away, and noticed they looked...different. It took the apprentice a moment to realize what was wrong. His eyes flitted fearfully over the stars that dappled the pelts of the cats around him. He then, unwillingly looked down at his own white and brown pelt, that was now dappled with the same stars like the others. "Oh no, oh Starclan, why?" he asked to his ancestors. Then it dawned on him, he was Starclan. Stunned and afraid, he stumbled over to the edge of the clearing and laid down. He sat there, silent tears rolling down his face as he remembered the details of his death. He touched one of his forepaws to the place where Gorseleap's claws had slid through his throat; there was a hairless scar there now. As the tears rolled down his short white nose, he remembered the promise he had made to his mother. 'I'll come back when I'm a warrior. Then we can catch up and be like the mother and son we should have been.' |
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A small form if a young warrior appeared at the edges of the dark clearing. Nightpelt was the dead warrior's name; beautiful and young, she was barely older than the apprentice that had just became a StarClan warrior, though she had died many moons before the apprentice had even been thought of. Sneaking out of the darkness, and into the light that shed over the small clearing, Nightpelt sighed, seeing the tears streaming down the young cat's face. "Don't cry..." the young she-cat comforted, her voice light and airy, a slight sweetness hidden in her motherly tone. "You're in StarClan now, you are fine now..." Though the she-cat knew how hard it was to die and find yourself in StarClan, she still tried to help the young Hazelpaw. She had died while getting some fresh air in the territory after a few moons of being stuck in the nursery with her kits. Without her knowledge, her son, Cloudyfoot-then Cloudykit- had followed her out to the territory, and she had tried to tell him to run, to save himself while she had fought the rouge. Still being weak from her kitting, Nightpelt lost the battle with the rouge, and found herself in StarClan. The moment that she saw the starry camp, Nightpelt wanted to be back in the nursery with her two kits, and she wanted to save her son, who was being taken by the rouge that had killed her. The queen had almost lost control of her emotions; she had almost burst out yowling and wailing. Luckily, one cat had comforted her; Nightpelt had long forgotten the cat's name, but she remembered her voice, as soft as silk. I know, I died when mine were kits as well, but you'll be fine, along with your son. At first, Nightpelt didnt believe the she-cat, though as time went on the queen fell victim to the truth. "Your mother," Nightpelt muttered to Hazelpaw her ears bent gently against her head, her white-speckled coat starry, "will always love you..." Nightpelt knew that the words she had just spoken were always comfort to any cat who had died, even if they had issues. Nightpelt's speckled black coat bristled at the memory of the day she had died.
Dodge this, slash his hind quarters was all that she thought that horrible day. Soon, the rouge tom's ally appeared, helping the fight. Too powerful... Too strong for a queen to take on by herself. There he was! At the edge of the clearing! Cloudykit, who Nightpelt had mistaken as Shadeclaw for a moment. Then, the rouge went to get him, her son, Cloudykit. She leaped at the rouge, aiming to kill him with a swift blow to the neck. She had completely forgotten the other rouge, who shoved her to the ground, and gave the finishing blow. "I will always love you, Cloudykit!" Nightpelt shook herself back to the present; Hazelpaw needed her help, and it wouldn't be of any use to feel sorrow for herself. "If you need to cry," the queen whispered, "let it all out, it will help." |
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Hazelpaw didn't look up at first when Nightpelt had made her way over to him. As soon as she spoke though he immediately remembered his mother's voice from when he had last met her during the flood. It was the most recent, and apparently the last memory that he would have of her. He would never forget his ithers warm embrace, even if it was the first time he had felt it. He had spent his life daydreaming of the days when he would be a warrior and he could meet Ravenstorm in a thunderclan everyday. He knew better than to do it as a kit or an apprentice, which is why he had made that plan for them.that was what he had dreamed of as a kit. He wanted to mend the bond between his Windclan father and Thunderclan mother and experience some good times he could cherish with her, but know he had been killed, and all his dreams had been crushed. He removed his paw from the hairless scar on his throat and turned to look at the she cat.Nightpelt reminded him of his mother, but was younger than Ravenstorm. He sighed at the gentle contact with her and bowed his head. "I know she will, but we were....we were going to spend time with each other once I became a warrior. And then the fires broke out and I-I went out to find her in Thinderclan when I saw the flaming forest. Then I was burned and Gorseleap...Gorseleap was going to help me, but then he attacked and...." He trailed off, again touching the new scar that ran diagonally across his neck. "All I wanted was to get to know her better, and now I'll never see her again." He sighed |
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Touching her starry tail to Hazelpaw's back, Nightpelt felt a slight remorse for not being able to help him to her full abilities. Though empathy flowed through Nightpelt, she knew that she would never be able to feel the same way as the young tom; he had had two parents from different clans, and an aspiration to get to know them, while Nightpelt hated hers and wanted to forget them. "That is how I felt about my kits... They were so young, and I... And I left them, they barely remember me now..." Nightpelt suddenly felt tears start to roll down her cheeks. The queen tried not to show them, though they stained her pretty face, and made her eyes red. "Sorry," she murmered quietly, "I should be helping you, not crying..." It had been the first time since she had joined StarClan that she had found tears falling from her emerald eyes. "It's a good thing that you love her..." Nightpelt's voice was on the edge of a wail, "because mothers always want to be loved by their kits..." The young queen sighed quietly, "At least now, you can always be with her now, no matter what." Nightpely, herself, had been walking with her two kits since she had died, trying to influence their decisions. She cradled the young apprentice with her tail, "You're in StarClan now, everything will be alright." Nightpelt knew that her words wouldn't be too comforting, since she herself felt as though her words were hollow, and made no difference in the mood.
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Hazelpaw just looked at his dusty colored paws. He heard the crack in Nightpelt's voice as she spoke to him. "It doesn't feel like it will all be alright, an besides, I don't find you crying. It makes me feel better that I'm not the only cat here that still hurts from what we left behind." He said with a small sigh, and turned to look at Nightpelt. "Do you ever go back to watch your kits?" He asked with genuine curiosity. He wanted to know more. He knew that the medicine cats and leaders could be summoned here, or go and visit them in the real world, but could he do it for a warrior as well? Or was the special privilege of being visited by Starclan only reserved for Leaders and Medicine cats? |
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Looking at the ground bellow her; it looked as though it was made of clouds, though stars danced among the curves of the fluffy clouds. Nightpelt had almost forgotten that the apprentice was there for a second; questions swirling in her mind. At the question that Hazelpaw had asked, Nightpelt gave him a slightly perplexed look, her emerald eyes suddenly piecing together what the apprentice had said. "Of course!" she meowed in an airy tone, "I love them, but-but I can't talk to them anymore." The StarClan warrior sighed slightly and her tail flicked, her dapple pelt rising and falling slowly as she breathed. She missed her kits, and Hazelpaw reminded her of her kits when she left them, curious, but kind, and weary of others. Nightpelt had loved them, but she never got the chance to know them well. "You will always be able to be with your mother," she whispered slowly, her ears flicking gently. Though she knew that her words wouldn't comfort the young apprentice as much as she would have liked, she felt obliged to attempt to help. "Here," she meowed quietly as she stood up and strutted over to the fresh-kill pile. Picking out a thrush and a salmon, she walked briskly over to Hazelpaw, gently placing the bird in front of him. "At least the prey here is always warm and nice," she chuckled softly, trying to relieve some of the tears that were boiling in Nightpelt's eyes as well as Hazelpaw's.
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Hazelpaw smiled a bit when she answered positively. Now I just need to see if she can visit me, medicine cats visit Atarclan in their dreams all the time, why can't a warrior? He thought, gaining a little flicker of hope in that he could contact his mother somehow, just hopefully it would work.He smiled gratefully when Nightpelt brought back the thrush for them. He let out a semi lighthearted chuckle, hoping to know that he was trying to lighten the mood. "Thanks Nightpelt." He meowed gratefully, before dipping his head to take a bite from the small creature. |
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Shadowface glared down at earth, at the Dusk Syndicate, at Patchy, his apprentice when she was in ThunderClan. It was all my fault that she's the evil cat she is! I never trained her! That's why I'm here! That's why she killed me! The black tom drove his claws into the ground, tears shedding from his eyes as he regretted the decisions he made.
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Tatteredpaw blinked awake. Where am I? She wondered, scrambling to her paws. The terrible, agonizing pain she'd felt during the fires were gone, and so were all her injuries. For a moment, she thought the fires were just a dream, but no, the pain had felt so real. So how could they be a dream? She looked around, seeing other cats. Many of them she didn't recognize, they seemed to all be of each Clan. Then she noticed that they seemed to have stars in their fur, and she suddenly knew where she was. Oh StarClan no! It wasn't my time! I never even became a warrior! What about Tigerblaze? I hope he's alright.... He'll find a new apprentice.... She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be back in ThunderClan with her mentor, becoming a warrior. Now, her hopes of becoming a warrior were gone. She was dead. The half hairless black molly with silver flecked fur looked down at her own fur, and saw that stars now shone in her fur, too. She looked up with round coppery hues and Sighed. This was were she was going to live now. She had to accept that. |
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Tatteredpaw nodded hesitantly. She wasn't really used to talking to anyone but her mentor, and she wasn't sure she felt like talking much now. She knew that the Dark Forest was bad, and she'd been there once or twice in dreams, but only because her mother had tried to train her. Tatteredpaw had refused, hating the place. Now, her mother couldn't get her. She was safe here. The black half hairless cat with silver flecks looked down. “I was a quarter moon away from my warrior assessment when the fires came....” she murmured in her hoarse and raspy voice from lack of use. Even in StarClan, she had kept that. The old apprentice looked up, flattening her ears slightly, embarrassed that she'd spoken at all. |
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Tatteredpaw blinked, knowing that what he'd said was true. She lowered her gaze. “True.” she muttered, then looked around as a cat stepped out of sight. “Sandyfeather?” she asked, her coppery hues dark with sadness. “Can we cha he the subject?” Tatteredpaw added, not wanting to talk about theDrak Forest. She considered getting up and walking away, but she was too tired to do that. She small apprentice twitched her whiskers uncertainly. |
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“Oh.” was Tatteredpaw's only response to his first words. “Well, yeah... If I would've passed my assessment. I nearly got myself killed hunting.” she replied. “So, were you almost a warrior?” this was by far the longest sentence she'd ever spoken, perhaps the most she'd ever spoken. The young molly tilted her head, her hairless face standing out against the rest of her head, where there was fur. She looked down, not sure why she was staying. She wanted to leave, but she knew that there was nothing else she could do. |
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Tatteredpaw stood up, placing her paw on his shoulder and shaking him lightly. “Are you alright?” she asked, her eyes wide as she did this. The apprentice wasn't sure what else to do but continue to shake his shoulder. She wasn't sure what was wrong with him. “Hey?” she asked, her coppery eyes full of worry as she gazed at the tom. |
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Tatteredpaw nodded and took a few steps back then sitting down. She wasn't really sure what to do, so she didn't do anything but sit down and stare at paws. She wasn't sure what else to do, and the apprentice thought there was nothing else to do. Her almost hairless paws scuffled in the dirt, and she looked up. “What Clan were you from before?” she whispered, very uncharacteristic of her to try and start up conversation. Usually she tried to end conversion. |
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@Dark Rose Crimsontiger slowly opened her eyes and studied her surroundings. Everything seemed bright and peaceful. She looked at her pelt and saw it was glossy and starry like. She was in StarClan. Crimsontiger remembered how she died. She died next to Blackfalcon, the tom she'd once called her best friend. "I'm so sorry Blackfalcon", Crimsontiger whispered. A tear trickled down her cheek. She still didn't know if the ebony coloured tom had forgiven her yet. Crimsontiger was in StarClan now. Whenever a cat when to StarClan, they were normally happy. But Crimsontiger still grieved. |
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