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Re: Willow's Rise

Nightpaw, on the other hand, was shell-shocked seeing a spirit just mosey on through willows rise. The black om's bright green eyes widened, jaw dropping a bit. Nightpaw was there Mourning his mother and sister, and there was the gigantic spirit, just padding along.

"what the-"
@kairosclerosis

Re: Willow's Rise

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Originally Posted by kairosclerosis (Post 1744382)

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(the quasar is now visible to anyone in willow’s rise. it does not know this, but when it realises it will not stay for long. this spiritual encounter only lasts 2 posts! beware of ominous messages that probably won’t mean anything(?))

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THE QUASAR
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The Quasar’s hulking glowing figure calmly paced around the most gloomy region of the territory — Willow’s Rise. It peered around at Thunderclan’s extensive graveyard. A harsh reminder of mortality in all cats.
None of these cats deserved to die; they were all innocent.
Most of them.
Okay, maybe just a few.
But the few innocent cats that had died for no reason — from kits to apprentices to warriors, elders to queens to everyone else. Those in power, those apart of the common folk of the clans.

A sudden thought struck the spirit — why was it here? It had no business in Thunderclan territory, especially after Ashbrat’s- AshWHISPER’S exile. Well, she was a bit of a brat, but that was Moonfreckle’s fault. That idiotic, INSOLENT foxheart of a worthless cat. But.. hold on.
Moonfreckle.
Moonfreckle was dead. Moonfreckle was.. once part of Thunderclan. It was probably a decent reason for The Quasar to be here — it was Moonfreckle’s fault! Everything was Moonfreckle’s fault, to be fair. The spirit hated the tom, even if they shared a body.

Well, that wasn’t something for The Quasar to dwell on right now. It couldn’t dwell on much, really. Everything came and went, things changed all the time. And something that had changed? Thunderclan’s now.. oddly aggressive view towards the afterlife. It was mainly Bumblestar, but her view was already taking over the rest of the clan. From what it’d seen. And it’d only seen Nettles, in full honesty. They’d really been affected by Bumblestar’s new(?) views on spirits in Thunderclan.

But that was irrelevant. The Quasar was in Willow’s Rise, and apparently it wasn’t meant to be there. Not its problem, though. Probably. Hopefully. Definitely? No. Probably.

[open for sightings..]

https://magma.com/shared/rCR862hnez98Ymrg8-Or_D

»»——► Risingstorm | Tc | He/Him |Head Hornet ◄——««

" - I am the dirt under your claws, Nothing’s gonna clean me out. - "

He wanted to hunt and not deal with this Ghost, Yet- here he was with this spirit that he knew was not welcome YOU! He spat fur rising on end as he prowled closed You know you are not welcome Here He his claws unsheathed lashing his tail behind him. If the ghost didn't leave risingstorm would make them wish they did. The hornets gaze moved for a moment Nightpaw! the hornet snapped You stay. I'm going to talk to you after this he said returning his green eyes on the spirit.
@moxie_the_slime

Re: Willow's Rise

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Originally Posted by kairosclerosis (Post 1744382)

The Quasar’s hulking glowing figure calmly paced around the most gloomy region of the territory — Willow’s Rise. It peered around at Thunderclan’s extensive graveyard. A harsh reminder of mortality in all cats.
None of these cats deserved to die; they were all innocent.
Most of them.
Okay, maybe just a few.
But the few innocent cats that had died for no reason — from kits to apprentices to warriors, elders to queens to everyone else. Those in power, those apart of the common folk of the clans.

A sudden thought struck the spirit — why was it here? It had no business in Thunderclan territory, especially after Ashbrat’s- AshWHISPER’S exile. Well, she was a bit of a brat, but that was Moonfreckle’s fault. That idiotic, INSOLENT foxheart of a worthless cat. But.. hold on.
Moonfreckle.
Moonfreckle was dead. Moonfreckle was.. once part of Thunderclan. It was probably a decent reason for The Quasar to be here — it was Moonfreckle’s fault! Everything was Moonfreckle’s fault, to be fair. The spirit hated the tom, even if they shared a body.

Well, that wasn’t something for The Quasar to dwell on right now. It couldn’t dwell on much, really. Everything came and went, things changed all the time. And something that had changed? Thunderclan’s now.. oddly aggressive view towards the afterlife. It was mainly Bumblestar, but her view was already taking over the rest of the clan. From what it’d seen. And it’d only seen Nettles, in full honesty. They’d really been affected by Bumblestar’s new(?) views on spirits in Thunderclan.

But that was irrelevant. The Quasar was in Willow’s Rise, and apparently it wasn’t meant to be there. Not its problem, though. Probably. Hopefully. Definitely? No. Probably.

[open for sightings..]

Flintclaw

Thunderclan warrior - 22 moons - Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
(Purrks: Killer Aptitude | Just a scratch)
~~~
Outside of the tour given to hos apprentice, the dark tabby had not visited Willow's rise in some moons. Not since his father had passed to that preventable plague. If not for that medicine cat leaving Thunderclan high and dry like that... well, perhaps Hawkshiver would still be here with the dark warrior.

Whatever brought him here today... Was Flintclaw missing his father? Perhaps. The tom had idolized Hawkshiver, the only consitency for much of his life. He was the source of the warrior's strict, dedicated, and fight-first-ask-later mentality. The reason for his hatred of outsiders, and the clan half of his bloodline. He had long ago excommunicated his kittypet mother for abandoning him and Hawkshiver so long ago. What a disgrace...

He almost didn't see the shimmering white fur as he touched his nose to the clawmark he had made in the tree in memory of his father. That wasn't a real thing, probably just a trick of the light...

The dark tabby blinked and turned his head at the sound of two others' exclamations, pale blue eyes narrowing at... what? Was it... a cat? It was shaped like a cat. The fur on Flintclaw's hackles bristled. What was this thing? He lowered himself into a crouch, ready to pounce. He couldn't... smell anything? Was that why he thought it was a trick of the light. A growl rose in his chest as he tried to decipher what it was he was seeing. The way it's pelt... glowed... it was unnatural. It was strange. It... it couldn't possibly belong here.

"What... What are you!?" The large tabby hissed, tail lashing. Whatever it was... Why did it feel the need to be near thunderclan's gravesite? Of all the places for it to be, the graves of Thunderclan were a particularly sensitive area. Flintclaw knew thunderclan's previous gravesite had been attacked before. He wasn't about to let it happen again.

@moxie_the_slime @Spider

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Greenwing sat, her head bent to the trunk. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of her family, who had all perished in the fire. She and her tiny brother Toadkit had been the only ones to make it out of the collapsing nursery. The claw mark fourth from the bottom: her mother, Brindlepatch. The mark just above it: her father, Blazestep. The three tiny marks at the very bottom of the trunk: her siblings, the newborn kits that didn't even get a chance to live, Dawnkit, Flowerkit, and Swallowkit. Toadkit's littermates. She was the only one Toadkit had now. He was still too tiny to know what happened, but he would remember in time. Already, she needed to find another queen to nurse him. He'd been getting by on mashed up prey, but he needed milk. Hopefully, she could find one. She blinked the tears from her eyes and stared up at the sky. "Take care of my family, Featherpaw." She whispered to her long-gone apprentice. "Maybe they can take care of you."

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Dragonflycliff
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female - she/her - 46 moons - thunderclan warrior -
"You're not alone. I'm here, with you."
- @kairosclerosis - @Spider. - @namen_roodles - @moxie_the_slime - this is a different time than the burial -

Dragonflycliff shuddered at the grave she was at. Foxskipper's. And then- She heard yowls.
Oh- STARCLAN.
"YOU." she hissed, glaring at the ghost. It was the one. The one that got Ashpaw and Echobarley sent away forever. She wanted to shred the skin off of all three of them, she couldn't like them, that would be disloyal. No no, this ghost could die. Again. Fur bristling, she made an approach, snarling.

"If you aren't familiar with this... whatever it is, good." she meowed without elaboration. Ashpaw could die. Echobarley too. They didn't matter. They could die, go die. Yes. Die. She would kill them both. Then she'd be worth something.

If this thing decided to do something... she'd do something back.

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THE QUASAR
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The spirit paused, looking around at the cats who had now spotted it.

Oh, so they could see it.

This… This may be problem. It.. may have misjudged the severity of its seemingly innocent actions.
The Quasar fell completely silent as it peered at the living cats, the Spark dimly illuminating the area around the unnaturally glowing ghost. They were angry. They were scared. But The Quasar had changed — it wasn’t as.. “evil” as others previously viewed it to be. Not anymore. It had been trying, harder than it’d ever tried before, to not resort to violence immediately. Words truly spoke louder than actions, in this case anyway. The spirit didn’t want another repeat of what had happened to Ashwhisper. Not to any of its apparent kin, anyway. Other cats could leave for it if they wanted — The Quasar didn’t care for them.
But it did care for someone else. Nettlepaw. Nettlepaw was a good cat, it knew it, and it didn’t want them having to leave their clan because of its tendencies, and behaviour.
Nettlepaw was the only cat it had left.

Now, it had to deal with the mess it’d created on accident. What would it say? It had noticed how cats didn’t normally fear the omens spoken by Starclan anymore. They seemed bored when they happened now, really. But maybe it would work this time. Maybe, in the center of the land of Thunderclan’s dead, with the Spark’s dead blue light piercing into their eyes, striking fear into their hearts by its very presence, it would work. They would get the message. And yet.. it also had to reassure them; that it wasn’t here to harm them; it’d moved on from those ways quite some time ago.

It would have to formulate it’s words very, very carefully if it wanted them to listen.

“Calm yourselves. I am not here to harm anyone or cause issues,” it began, voice crackling in a garbled tone.
“I understand Thunderclan has changed. Even in the short time I have watched it for. And I come to say this; you yourselves are constantly being watched. By Starclan. By me. And when you come to terms with your ever-looming fate, for which I am not responsible for mind you, and join me, you shall finally find your true free will. And trust me on this. Your pathetic lives shall never be fulfilled until you find the truth.”

And with that, it vanished, smothering the air around it a sharp flash of blue light, filling the gazes of all who witnessed it with the near-blinding glow.
And yet, metallic stench of thunder lingered in the area.

@moxie_the_slime @sturgeonwind @namen_roodles @Spider

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»»——► Risingstorm | Tc | He/Him |Head Hornet ◄——««
“- When does a comet become a meteor -”

His fur bristled in anger Harm anyone?! You and starclan have harmed cats enough he spat claws digging into the dirt each moment this spirit spoke. It only made his blood boil hotter Follow you? Follow you?! You Have some nerve coming into thunderclan territory and asking cats to join you. he spat voiced laced with venom. You are not welcome here, You will NEVER Be welcome here. Go back to wherever you belong cause its not here he spat as the spirit disappeared with its blinding light and awful stench.

Taking a moment to blink and stare at the others he spoke All of you. his voice was lighter I want all of you to know if you Dare, to follow that spirit I will personally have your pelts, Your loyalty rests in the paws of thunderclan, DO you understand? he said, scanning each of their faces as he waited for an answer.

@moxie_the_slime @sturgeonwind @namen_roodles @kairosclerosis

(rising thoughts are not my own)

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《☆| Nightpaw |☆》
☽ a lean, black tom with striking emerald eyes ☾
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Nightpaw stared wide eyed at the Quasar's words, blinking slowly as he seemed to be piecing and pulling them apart, word by word.

The apprentice's gaze turned to risingstorm, bowing his head. "Why would I follow a spirit? It's dead? How wise is something that's dead?" He asked, blinking in confusion. The apprentice was genuine about his feelings, tilting his head.

@Spider

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Flintclaw

Thunderclan warrior - 22 moons - Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
(Purrks: Killer Aptitude | Just a scratch)
~~~
Nightpaw had a point. Flintclaw glared after the spirit, hackles still raised as he growled in distaste. It's twisted words landed on deaf ears. Follow it? The idea disgusted the tabby as he turned away from where it had been moments before. The hornet seemed to be having a conniption about the thing.

"Give me a break. It knows it's not welcome here. I'd personally flay it if I could." He replied to Risingstorm. Flintclaw knew well where his loyalty laid. He didn't need a reminder, even if the spirit had said anything that made sense. Follow it... The warrior scoffed at the idea. Star clan had long since lost its relevance. It's not like Hawkshiver was visiting his son's dreams.

@Spider @kairosclerosis @moxie_the_slime @sturgeonwind

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The Bengal was glad to be out doing things, asked to do more things. After her cat-hunt Bumblestar left her with, she was feeling better about herself. She was feeling more at ease, the blood-thirst she'd been dealing with was quenched for now. So, hunting normal prey would be less of a task for her. Less gruesome when she didn't have to claw the prey apart to calm the itching in her claws.

Treetiger went about her own as Risingstorm instructed. She had successfully tracked down and pinned a squirrel in the short time that passed. However, the yelling coming from the tom surprised her. The brown she-cat approached through the bushes when something in her head started screaming.

FRIEND. GUIDE.
The entity made its appearance to Treetiger, glitching out as she drew closer to the source of the yelling. It's claws sank into her shoulders, causing her to wince and stop as the white figure appeared to them. The entity began spasming, becoming unstable in the presence of another haunting force.

And it hurt. The instability created a massive headache for Treetiger, causing her to crouch low to the ground, out of sight from the gathered cats. She dropped the squirrel, focusing on the spirit and studying it. She'd have to deal with this one, for messing up her friend, for creating this agonizing pain in her head. But as soon as she'd seen it, heard it's vague warning, it was gone. She was blinded back the bright light. It caused her to dip her head out of the way, closing her eyes tightly and focusing on the pain that quickly subsided.

Its presence was strong, wavering that of its own in the waking world. The moment the spirit was gone, Entity was fine. Stable. Easing up on Treetiger as they recovered from its presence.

Before Risingstorm could approach her, Treetiger turned and slinked away, still feeling fuzzy from the whole situation. The squirrel was grasped in her jaws, once more, a good excuse for if Risingstorm caught sight of her. She'd never experienced this before. She'd never experienced another spirit. She didn't know it was a possibility.

Once she was a few tail-lengths away, the she-cat went back on the hunt. She'd have to focus on what happened later. It was intriguing but not shocking after everything she'd been through. Just the intense energy threw her off.

A few minutes later and Treetiger would have a mouse grasped in her jaws followed by a vole. A variety for her clanmates to pick from soon. She'd gather her catch up, heading back towards Risingstorm's direction and waiting for the others to appear. Would he ask about the spirit? Should she ask? She might.

@kairosclerosis