BEEBLAZE he/him | blonde tabby with green eyes
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for the many seasons that beeblaze has resided in star clan, he's merely been watching the clans. shadowclan and windclan were stable for the most part, as always. they had the longest reigning leaders. thunderclan was also fairing well, leadership wise. the unknown illness that was currently causing half of the clan to wither away is unfortunate to watch. and then, there's riverclan. a clan struggling to stay a clan. how the mighty have fallen.
he remembers when lionstar was leader. he's not sure why, but after lionstar, riverclan seemed to be steadily going down, down, down. leaders, deputies, even medicine cats — riverclan seems to struggle with them all. no wonder starclan had abandoned them for the most part. however, there's a specific bengal he's been keeping an eye on. cobwebfern. it's been quite awhile since his first meeting with her, and she's come a very long way. for a clan he's recently found himself disappointed in, he's proud of the medicine cat apprentice.
so now, he supposes it's his job to help her step into the role she deserved: a fully fledged healer.
once cobwebfern opened her eyes, she'd see she's in a star speckled, heather dotted clearing. beeblaze stands a few pawsteps in front of her, and behind him looms a cliff wall, water steadily pouring from a crevice near the very top. "cobwebfern," he greets gruffly, dipping his head. "welcome to starclan." he adds, padding closer. he settles on his haunches, and despite his young appearance, there's a sense of great wisdom as he peers at the riverclanner.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, so I'll say it outright. you've surprised me. in a good way." the former medicine cat states. surviving the raid on the camp, riverclan's exile, and countless other challenges. throughout those times, he'd witnessed cobwebfern try again and again to help her clan. "when we first met, I think you said something about not believing you're very useful to your clan. yet, here you are - a medicine cat apprentice. a healer. without healers, the clans would be nothing." there's a glint of pride in his eyes as he says this. of course, he's sure cobwebfern's confidence has grown within these moons.
"riverclan still has a long ways to go before it's considered a proper clan. however, I'll admit that I have faith in you. in berryshine. I have faith that the next leader will be as strong as stormstar was, and continue to transform riverclan back into the admirable clan it once was." he grunts, glancing away. who was the next leader now..? ah, that's right, owltalon - or rather, owlstar. the blonde tabby rises to his paws, regarding the bengal with a neutral look. then, he speaks up.
"I, beeblaze, a former medicine cat of windclan, call upon the stars to look at the healer that stands before me. she's trained hard, and has overcome many hardships. with your assistance, she'll continue to help her clan for many moons." he has a name in mind, a suitable one, albeit maybe a bit emotional. he's just hoping there's no tears - he's never been good with anyone crying.
"by the powers of starclan, I give you your full name. from this moment onwards, you'll be known as cobwebstorm, in honor of stormstar. we honor your kindness and perseverance, and welcome you as one of riverclan's full medicine cats." beeblaze announces, stepping closer to touch his nose against cobwebstorm's forehead. afterwards, he steps back.
a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
cobwebfern would admit, even with having had starclan dreams before, this was a little bit scary. this would determine her future.. kind of... a little bit. she opened her eyes slowly, taking in the gorgeous scenery. it was comfortable, the familiar sound of rushing water from the small crevice in the looming cliff wall.
her gaze alighted on beebla- BEEBLAZE? something clicked in cobweb's brain and she remembered- the first ever starclan visit she had had and the first to ever teach her herbs. oh, how it all came so full-circle. ' beeblaze..! hello! i- i remember you- wow. ' she paused her anxious rambling, squinting at bee and cracking her first real smile in a while. ' it's nice to see you. i hope you've been doing well? 'but that's not what we're here for, is it?
cobwebfern sat at a respectful distance in front of beeblaze, tilting her head as she listened to him speak. at his praise, the tips of her ears turned pink and she looked away, embarassed. ' thank you, ' she began, tailtip twitching. ' i think owltalon- oh, righ', star, now, hopefully, if all goes well- will help.. bring riverclan to the glory we.. deserve. ' she watched as beeblaze stood up, nerves twisting in her stomach.
as bee called upon starclan, cobwebfern's eyes moved up to the stars. maybe storms would be up there. maybe storms would be proud. speaking of stormstar, beeblaze- her new name was.. cobwebstorm? cobweb stepped back a second, mouth open in surprise. the newly named full medicine cat's (!!! holy crap- she'd have to dwell on that later) eyes brimmed with tears. ' thank you. so much. '
cobwebstorm touched her nose to beeblaze's and smiled. she looked up again at the stars, glimmering softly above her. and with that, she was brought back to the real world, awaking with a gasp.
she didn't notice the.. situation going on at first, too lost in thought about everything that had brought her to this moment. tansypaw, mistyshard, minkpaw, marigoldleap, the raids, losing her leg, everything she had survived to bring her to.. here. cobwebstorm. riverclan's co-medicine cat. she was then snapped out of her thoughts by owls batting a pebble at a rock. cobwebstorm looked around- oh WHAT.
Silence reigned as Lark watched the water lapping at stone near her paws. She was content to bask in it, too. To simply wait, for the other two to rise from their slumber. It wasn't like she could speak, anyway. The light of the crystal probably made her seem like a ghost, something unreal. If it weren't for her scent in the air - she'd been camping here for quite a while, Lark was certain her scent clung to the cave walls as well, something she was surprised the RiverClanner's hadn't taken notice of before entering - she likely could have passed for a wraith.
Ah. One had risen. Not the one Lark had wanted, though. Sharp ears prick, swiveling towards where the rock the scarred brown cat had chucked clattered against the cave wall. Her face turns in that direction for a moment, unseeing, before swiveling back towards the (supposedly) newly named leader. Again, though, Lark fixed her gaze a little too high and to the right of the RiverClanner, milky hues unfocused. Her head cocked to the side when the second Medicine Cat woke, and she lifted a paw, then tapped her throat with a carefree shrug. Blind, and voiceless, in their eyes. A helpless hermit, meaning no harm. What she actually was, instead, was a skilled deceiver.
A liar, but they had no way of proving it. With a ragged new scar crawling up her thigh and having been announced as dead, they could draw their own conclusions on why she'd gone mute. She'd done the entire being-blind rodeo before at Gatherings, that was nothing new. This was a lie for their own benefit, after all. Lark meant no harm - she was not foolish enough to invite bloodshed to her doorstep.
[ Shadow Fiend Active ]
Holding a sheathed paw up to convey her lack of hostility, Lark silently cranes her neck to pluck two yellow clusters tucked into her neck fur alongside the owl feathers and red-amber flower resting there. Dropping them to the ground, Lark turns her attention back in the direction of the two Medicine Cats before nodding towards them, then at the herb at her paws she hoped was unfamiliar enough to them to prick their curiosity. She pushed it forward a couple inches, and then stood, turning her back on the trio to slink back into the recesses of the cave. Lark melts into the shadows, though since they were already looking at her, they could probably see her, up until it gets too dark to follow her retreating figure anymore, and she disappears from sight.
They could choose to take the offering or not. It didn't make a difference to Lark. If they did take it, though, she'd visit the grey one's dreams to explain what it did.
Silence reigned as Lark watched the water lapping at stone near her paws. She was content to bask in it, too. To simply wait, for the other two to rise from their slumber. It wasn't like she could speak, anyway. The light of the crystal probably made her seem like a ghost, something unreal. If it weren't for her scent in the air - she'd been camping here for quite a while, Lark was certain her scent clung to the cave walls as well, something she was surprised the RiverClanner's hadn't taken notice of before entering - she likely could have passed for a wraith.
Ah. One had risen. Not the one Lark had wanted, though. Sharp ears prick, swiveling towards where the rock the scarred brown cat had chucked clattered against the cave wall. Her face turns in that direction for a moment, unseeing, before swiveling back towards the (supposedly) newly named leader. Again, though, Lark fixed her gaze a little too high and to the right of the RiverClanner, milky hues unfocused. Her head cocked to the side when the second Medicine Cat woke, and she lifted a paw, then tapped her throat with a carefree shrug. Blind, and voiceless, in their eyes. A helpless hermit, meaning no harm. What she actually was, instead, was a skilled deceiver.
A liar, but they had no way of proving it. With a ragged new scar crawling up her thigh and having been announced as dead, they could draw their own conclusions on why she'd gone mute. She'd done the entire being-blind rodeo before at Gatherings, that was nothing new. This was a lie for their own benefit, after all. Lark meant no harm - she was not foolish enough to invite bloodshed to her doorstep.
[ Shadow Fiend Active ]
Holding a sheathed paw up to convey her lack of hostility, Lark silently cranes her neck to pluck two yellow clusters tucked into her neck fur alongside the owl feathers and red-amber flower resting there. Dropping them to the ground, Lark turns her attention back in the direction of the two Medicine Cats before nodding towards them, then at the herb at her paws she hoped was unfamiliar enough to them to prick their curiosity. She pushed it forward a couple inches, and then stood, turning her back on the trio to slink back into the recesses of the cave. Lark melts into the shadows, though since they were already looking at her, they could probably see her, up until it gets too dark to follow her retreating figure anymore, and she disappears from sight.
They could choose to take the offering or not. It didn't make a difference to Lark. If they did take it, though, she'd visit the grey one's dreams to explain what it did.
a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
cobwebfern would admit, even with having had starclan dreams before, this was a little bit scary. this would determine her future.. kind of... a little bit. she opened her eyes slowly, taking in the gorgeous scenery. it was comfortable, the familiar sound of rushing water from the small crevice in the looming cliff wall.
her gaze alighted on beebla- BEEBLAZE? something clicked in cobweb's brain and she remembered- the first ever starclan visit she had had and the first to ever teach her herbs. oh, how it all came so full-circle. ' beeblaze..! hello! i- i remember you- wow. ' she paused her anxious rambling, squinting at bee and cracking her first real smile in a while. ' it's nice to see you. i hope you've been doing well? 'but that's not what we're here for, is it?
cobwebfern sat at a respectful distance in front of beeblaze, tilting her head as she listened to him speak. at his praise, the tips of her ears turned pink and she looked away, embarassed. ' thank you, ' she began, tailtip twitching. ' i think owltalon- oh, righ', star, now, hopefully, if all goes well- will help.. bring riverclan to the glory we.. deserve. ' she watched as beeblaze stood up, nerves twisting in her stomach.
as bee called upon starclan, cobwebfern's eyes moved up to the stars. maybe storms would be up there. maybe storms would be proud. speaking of stormstar, beeblaze- her new name was.. cobwebstorm? cobweb stepped back a second, mouth open in surprise. the newly named full medicine cat's (!!! holy crap- she'd have to dwell on that later) eyes brimmed with tears. ' thank you. so much. '
cobwebstorm touched her nose to beeblaze's and smiled. she looked up again at the stars, glimmering softly above her. and with that, she was brought back to the real world, awaking with a gasp.
she didn't notice the.. situation going on at first, too lost in thought about everything that had brought her to this moment. tansypaw, mistyshard, minkpaw, marigoldleap, the raids, losing her leg, everything she had survived to bring her to.. here. cobwebstorm. riverclan's co-medicine cat. she was then snapped out of her thoughts by owls batting a pebble at a rock. cobwebstorm looked around- oh WHAT.
what was happening?????
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" it’s awful out here, socrates . "
`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\48 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Lostspark seemed to be nonviolent enough, which only made Owlstar unsheathe her claws, but her tail remained curled and her hackles didn't lower. Nothing about this rando casually being where mortals touched the stars was normal to her, even for a former medicine cat. The fact that she wasn't dead still ruffled her, but at least she wasn't trying to attack.
The scarred she-cat sparred a glance over her shoulder, seeing that Cobwebfern had awoken from her dream. But, her eyes left the newly named medicine cat as soon as they came. Even though Lostspark seemed neutral and very obviously blind (hmmm, maybe even mute? That was new), her gaze never left the scarred she-cat.
Then, Lostspark started reaching for something. A plant maybe? It carried an odd scent, like an herb, but it's color was distorted in the silver headlights of the moonstone.
Owlstar wrinkled her snout as she looked to both Berryshine and Cobwebfern. Did this cat think of them weak? That they didn't have their own herbs? Considering the weather, maybe, but even within piles of snow, herbs were still being found. And it wasn't like she had offered an abundance of anything, just two tall stalks with cloud like flowers. Owlstar wasn't very good with herbs...
She then looked back to the two she-cat's with her, eyes narrowing. Don't take it. her thoughts ordered. She could care less about how calm Lostspark had been. While it was nice that she hadn't been ready to attack and probably had no ill intent, Owlstar wasn't one for accepting offerings from cats she didn't know.
Yes, she was aware it wasn't for her, but it was for her clan, for Cobwebfern, for Berryshine, and those were things she needed to take care of.
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@squidz // Berryshine (Merry Christmas! Don't worry about the @, enjoy yourself!)
The she-cat was there and moving, some kind of herb taken from her fur, and then... gone.
Berryshine's eyes were wide as she watched the cat melt into the shadows, something so... eerily familiar about it. Or at least what her imagination had conjured up long ago. Chills ran down her spine and she took an instinctive step back. Shuddering, her eyes fell to the yarrow on the ground. As much as it was adding to the reality that maybe this cat had at least been neutrally friendly, she couldn't help but agree with Owltalon—er, well, she supposed Owlstar now, if everything went right—with that sharp look sent her way. Shakily, the small brown molly nodded, confirming to her new leader that she wouldn't touch the thing. The chance that it was something sinister, like her paranoid gut was telling her, was too great for any potential benefit to outweigh.
Cobs had woken up, and Berry stepped over to her, lightly brushing her flank and studying her face. Had it all gone well? Had she been accepted by StarClan, too? Trembling slightly, the medicine cat resolved to keep the ritual silence; as if one single word would shatter the fragile peace they'd achieved in the cave. Giving a nod, she cautiously started to back away, towards the tunnel that would leave to the exit of the cave. A million questions ran through her mind, wanting to ask both she-cats how their ceremonies went, if Owlstar had been given a life — but first and foremost, she wanted out of this cave and away from the mysterious shadow-cat. ASAP.
With a flick of her tail and one last nervous glance into the shadows, Berryshine darted up and into the tunnel, casting glances over to make sure her two companions were on her tail. She didn't stop until moonlight broke through the endless black they'd been stuck in, immense relief swarming her chest. She skidded to a halt, taking in deep breaths of fresh, frigid air to help calm down and blinking rapidly to adjust to the light outside. As cold as it was outside, the cave had been even colder, and at least the starlight touching her fur made Berryshine feel alive and real again. Not stuck in some strange netherworld below.
Her small paws almost carried her right back towards their territory, wanting nothing more than to be covered in the familiar trees and grasses of home again, even in their deadened leaf-bare state. But she hesitated, turning to face her companions at the mouth of the cave, finally daring to break the silence in her trepidatious voice.
"G-Great StarClan... a-are you two alright? How'd it go? A-And... stars above, who was that stranger?" She murmured breathlessly; her voice felt too loud after the suffocating silence. Not sure if this was the right time to ask, but her curiosity was spilling over and the worry making the words tumble out. They should just keep moving, probably, and talk on the way, but... the cat of the shadows had spooked her, and Berry's legs seemed to not want to decide if they wanted to keep running far away or be frozen to the spot. But her concern for Owls and Cobs outweighed them both.
Brokenstar's absence from reincarnations and resurrections had come with a singular goal in mind: sealing the breach. It had taken much of his time, scouring the expansive forest in pursuit of knowledge - wisdom that predated himself, and many of the spirits he knew to have existed before him. What he found - it wasn't much, truthfully, fragments of he-said, they-said and pieces of a ceremony lost to time. No one he spoke to had done it themselves, had witnessed the event, and there was no indication it would even work.
.. But what choice did they have? He'd rather look a fool trying, then continue chasing a route that seemed impossible. If Faith was what it took to restore the boundary, it would never be repaired. Nothing they did - or didn't do - would fix the broken bonds between the Clans and themselves. And truthfully, Brokenstar didn't blame the living - he knew how frustrating it was to deal with the dead, even before he joined them. Sometimes it was like talking to a tree trunk, one's words simply bounced off and were lost on it.
With his knowledge in paw he had sought out the rest - a briefing of the Covenant to inform them of what he'd learned and his plan. He had made it clear it might not work, there was never a guarantee, but unless they wanted to wait countless more moons.. it might be their best option. Then, with Magpiewisp at his side, he had headed to the border. And.. of course, the Rat was there.
Brokenstar would never openly admit to enjoying the dark medicine cat's company - it was reminiscent of when they were young and carefree, unstoppable in their bond. Time, blood, death had warped it - but in moments like this, when it was them with a united task..
It was ruined by this rodent, and Brokenstar wished to gut the pest. Unfortunately, he knew that was only a temporary respite from this annoyance and he didn't have the patience to continually deal with Bogtumble for another millennium. His solution?
"Well, well, well, if it isn't our resident vermin." His rumble was a deep, vibrating boom as he stopped behind Bogtumble. It seemed the other spirit was engulfed in his rampant destruction of the already-damaged boundary. "I think it's time you were exterminated permanently, wouldn't you agree?" A knowing glance would passed between Brokenstar and Magpiewisp, before his companion adverted his gaze with a short nod. Much like with Beanstar, it was all he needed. "You have no self control, and your time here will not teach you any. WindClan failed you once, and it will be their blood spilled if they do so again. Redeem yourself, little mouse, and you will stay free. Stay your course.. and when you return, I will have you thrown in the deepest, darkest pit, where you will never see any semblance of light again." Brokenstar would wave his tail, and Bogtumble would find himself fading - the wispy tendrils of the barrier gliding through his paws as he was engulfed in darkness. Somewhere in WindClan, a newborn kitten would take its first breath.
As for the matter at paw, Brokenstar steeled himself. The immediate issue was solved - Bogtumble would not be able to tear the border further - but that left the ritual. "Most ceremonies and rituals are just a load of dung, they're just formalities some long-dead cats insisted we pass on. But we both know some do have power, and if this does work.." Leaders could gain lives, cats could make dark wishes, curses could be spewed, and less frequently, some cats obtained powers barely understood by the stars. Patching the afterlives would not be an easy feat and at best, Brokenstar anticipated needing a recharge. "It'll be on you to inform the others, I suspect the energy consumed will leave me too weary to travel." He would need time to rest, and this wasn't something to wait on. ".. You may want to get on your side, if this seals there's no turning back." He didn't think his old friend would like to be trapped in the stars, it wasn't really his style.
Once Magpiewisp had picked his side, Brokenstar would start. First, a mixture of deathberry juice and the blood of stars. He conjured the deathberries with minimal effort, and.. for a lack of knowing another option, slashed his paw open in order to mix the berry juice with his own blood. "Spirits of StarClan, I call upon you to lend me your strength. Through your Blessing, give me the power to conceal us from Darkness and bring back that which was lost." Using the concoction, he began to paint a line along the ground, where cracks in the border seeped. "Allow me to not waiver in this Sacred Duty, and with this oath of blood, restore our Sanctity so that we may guide the Clans once more."
There was - a surge of pain that made him grunt, and he nearly doubled over as his paw throbbed. Blood, an odd shade of blue, had seeped from the wound and tainted the mark he'd left on the ground. He watched as it expanded, flickering like blue fire, and consumed his paint. Within moments the entire boundary seemed ablaze in this - blood? Fire? Light, he determined as the fog began to grow thicker - though he wasn't sure it was even that. It was beginning to engulf even him, and before he knew it - there was a bang.
StarClan's border exploded outward, casting Magpiewisp back from the vicinity. Once again it was fully formed, a thick and unrelenting cloud of mist that was impenetrable.. at least for now. But Brokenstar had been too close, too deep to the power vacuum that erupted, and he was nowhere to be found.
If the force of the renewed boundary was enough to banish a spirit, what else might it have done?
a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector, dreamwalker | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
└> . . . @squidz ; @Marigoldwhisper ; @Rose teehee wrapping this up after mari's post quickly before you know what happens
sleepy eyes squinted at the intruder, brain working overtime to attempt to recognize her. nothing clicked, but cobwebstorm (!!!) knew that she'd been a clan cat. maybe another medicine cat. she watched as the cat set two stalks of some herb she didn't know on the ground, and with a glance at berries, she knew that the younger herbalist didn't know what it was either. too much danger lay in those two innocent-looking stalks, and meeting owlstar's (!!!) gaze, she dipped her head. we won't take it, her nod said.
berries' familiar warmth next to her calmed cobwebstorm's racing heart a bit, and she pressed against her best friend and no-longer-mentor, meeting her eyes. a simple nod to berryshine signified it had gone well, and that i will tell you later oh my goodness we have so much to talk about. the feelings about the cave were shared, and cobwebstorm wanted nothing more but to Get Out Of There. and also away from the scary shadow lady, because what if she was still here??? they couldn't see her.
cobwebstorm followed berryshine out of the starcave, fur ruffling as they darted out. her breath came ragged, and she looked a little sick with fear and some strange mixture of surprise and pride. the air was slightly less cool up here and outside of the eerie series of tunnels and caves, and even the slight warmth was welcome. catching her breath, cobwebstorm managed to speak, eyes darting over berryshine and owlstar. ' i- i'm fine. it- it went well- it happened. i- i'm- cobwebstorm. ' the word sounded foreign in her mouth, the taste of it sharp and soft all at the same time. ' beeblaze.. old windclan.. i think, medicine cat, gave it to me. he- uh, he was the first starclan dream i ever had, way back wh-when i was cobwebpaw. '
the medic paused, breathing deep, eyes welling with unwelcome tears. ' we- we should get back as soon as possible. hold a meetin', let the clan know everythin's gonna be okay. they have us, we're gonna be fi-fine. ' she pressed against berryshine, fear and the exhaustion of the day all hitting her at once. cobwebstorm's head swum, dizzy, and she managed two more sentences before falling silent. ' i don't think she wanted to hurt us. but you were right, it was a risk to take that stuff, and i th-think we did the right thing. '
a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector, dreamwalker | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
└> . . . @squidz ; @Marigoldwhisper ; @Rose teehee wrapping this up after mari's post quickly before you know what happens
sleepy eyes squinted at the intruder, brain working overtime to attempt to recognize her. nothing clicked, but cobwebstorm (!!!) knew that she'd been a clan cat. maybe another medicine cat. she watched as the cat set two stalks of some herb she didn't know on the ground, and with a glance at berries, she knew that the younger herbalist didn't know what it was either. too much danger lay in those two innocent-looking stalks, and meeting owlstar's (!!!) gaze, she dipped her head. we won't take it, her nod said.
berries' familiar warmth next to her calmed cobwebstorm's racing heart a bit, and she pressed against her best friend and no-longer-mentor, meeting her eyes. a simple nod to berryshine signified it had gone well, and that i will tell you later oh my goodness we have so much to talk about. the feelings about the cave were shared, and cobwebstorm wanted nothing more but to Get Out Of There. and also away from the scary shadow lady, because what if she was still here??? they couldn't see her.
cobwebstorm followed berryshine out of the starcave, fur ruffling as they darted out. her breath came ragged, and she looked a little sick with fear and some strange mixture of surprise and pride. the air was slightly less cool up here and outside of the eerie series of tunnels and caves, and even the slight warmth was welcome. catching her breath, cobwebstorm managed to speak, eyes darting over berryshine and owlstar. ' i- i'm fine. it- it went well- it happened. i- i'm- cobwebstorm. ' the word sounded foreign in her mouth, the taste of it sharp and soft all at the same time. ' beeblaze.. old windclan.. i think, medicine cat, gave it to me. he- uh, he was the first starclan dream i ever had, way back wh-when i was cobwebpaw. '
the medic paused, breathing deep, eyes welling with unwelcome tears. ' we- we should get back as soon as possible. hold a meetin', let the clan know everythin's gonna be okay. they have us, we're gonna be fi-fine. ' she pressed against berryshine, fear and the exhaustion of the day all hitting her at once. cobwebstorm's head swum, dizzy, and she managed two more sentences before falling silent. ' i don't think she wanted to hurt us. but you were right, it was a risk to take that stuff, and i th-think we did the right thing. '
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" it’s awful out here, socrates . "
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| BERRYSHINE |
small & nimble dark brown she-cat with darker flecks and light, leafy-green eyes | the collector | dreamwalker |
The she-cat was there and moving, some kind of herb taken from her fur, and then... gone.
Berryshine's eyes were wide as she watched the cat melt into the shadows, something so... eerily familiar about it. Or at least what her imagination had conjured up long ago. Chills ran down her spine and she took an instinctive step back. Shuddering, her eyes fell to the yarrow on the ground. As much as it was adding to the reality that maybe this cat had at least been neutrally friendly, she couldn't help but agree with Owltalon—er, well, she supposed Owlstar now, if everything went right—with that sharp look sent her way. Shakily, the small brown molly nodded, confirming to her new leader that she wouldn't touch the thing. The chance that it was something sinister, like her paranoid gut was telling her, was too great for any potential benefit to outweigh.
Cobs had woken up, and Berry stepped over to her, lightly brushing her flank and studying her face. Had it all gone well? Had she been accepted by StarClan, too? Trembling slightly, the medicine cat resolved to keep the ritual silence; as if one single word would shatter the fragile peace they'd achieved in the cave. Giving a nod, she cautiously started to back away, towards the tunnel that would leave to the exit of the cave. A million questions ran through her mind, wanting to ask both she-cats how their ceremonies went, if Owlstar had been given a life — but first and foremost, she wanted out of this cave and away from the mysterious shadow-cat. ASAP.
With a flick of her tail and one last nervous glance into the shadows, Berryshine darted up and into the tunnel, casting glances over to make sure her two companions were on her tail. She didn't stop until moonlight broke through the endless black they'd been stuck in, immense relief swarming her chest. She skidded to a halt, taking in deep breaths of fresh, frigid air to help calm down and blinking rapidly to adjust to the light outside. As cold as it was outside, the cave had been even colder, and at least the starlight touching her fur made Berryshine feel alive and real again. Not stuck in some strange netherworld below.
Her small paws almost carried her right back towards their territory, wanting nothing more than to be covered in the familiar trees and grasses of home again, even in their deadened leaf-bare state. But she hesitated, turning to face her companions at the mouth of the cave, finally daring to break the silence in her trepidatious voice.
"G-Great StarClan... a-are you two alright? How'd it go? A-And... stars above, who was that stranger?" She murmured breathlessly; her voice felt too loud after the suffocating silence. Not sure if this was the right time to ask, but her curiosity was spilling over and the worry making the words tumble out. They should just keep moving, probably, and talk on the way, but... the cat of the shadows had spooked her, and Berry's legs seemed to not want to decide if they wanted to keep running far away or be frozen to the spot. But her concern for Owls and Cobs outweighed them both.
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Owlstar was all for leaving. She could barely see half the time, and yes she had night vision (like everycat did), but that didn't mean being in complete darkness was to her liking, especially with a weird former medicine cat practically living there, for some reason.
Once her paws hit Riverclan soil, she immediately felt her muscles relax, though they were far from completely releasing tension. She listened with perked ears to Berryshine's questions, her head tilting in interest as she blinked back moonlight that was suddenly far too harsh far for her eyes. Milky beams of light that almost mirrored the shine of the moonstone, a radiance she still hadn't completely recovered from.
"I'm alright squirt. Got my name, but not my lives. Didn't do enough... 'm sorry. Fer the record, this ain't somethin' I'll be keepin' from the clan. They deserve ta know, it wouldn't benefit anycat if I lied." Hm, the stranger? She had a pretty good guess. Heck, she even had an answer. "Lostspark, m' pretty sure. She's always been blind, but her bein' mute is definitely new. I wouldn't worry 'bout her too much, but I sure won't be friendly." Something was off about her... No matter how unbelievably "helpless" she seemed, nothing seemed normal.
She gave Cobwebfe--- storm, was right. "Yeah, was thinkin' the same thing. I'll make sure ta tell 'em everythin'." And the Lostspark thing... Still so unbelievably weird.
Pale tendrils wrapped around Bogtumble's claws and evaporated as he yanked them away from the veil. It was much easier now. He was sure he had mastered it, this careful art of destruction - he hardly even felt ill anymore.
Their precious border had been tattered and torn beyond repair, and it was his doing. Would they see him now for what he really was? Not a parasite, but a god! StarClan was weak, and it was because of him! They'd take him seriously now... and when he told them to send him back they would, because otherwise he would shatter them all and leave them to rot just as he had been!
Brokenstar's irritating voice broke through is fantasy. Bogtumble whirled to face him, a twisted grin carving its way onto his muzzle before it fell into bared teeth and a hateful sneer. "YOU. Do you have no idea what I've done? I am not vermin, I am your downfall!"
His claws fell uselessly through the mist on his next swipe. He realized with a jolt that he was fading. "What- What did you DO-?"
Then he was gone.
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He watched silently as Brokenstar did what was needed. Only minimally annoyed with himself for agreeing so easily. He only had a few weaknesses...he'd never admit it aloud but Brokenstar was one of them.
As the odd ball began to yell, Magpiewisp took a step forwards. As if he were going to defend the StarClan tom. Although in a flash, there was, well, a literal flash. Searing light, if he weren't as far away as he was he would have dissapated. His atoms tearing apart, his soul unbinding from itself.
He was sent back, a pained hiss as he realized he was on his back. Pufts of 'cloud' pooling away from him, stardust kicked up. The Dark forest tom took a second to breathe before scrambling onto his stomach, and looking around for Brokenstar.
No sense of him, no trace of him, no physical sight of him. For a moment, a second of dread washed over the ancient Medicine Cat. Where was he? He could do nothing more than look around semi frantically for the large tom from where he lay. His limbs burned, bones were made of jelly. As if his spirit itself was trying to use any means nessicary to stitch itself back together.
If he was that far, and still got this scorched...what happened to Brokenstar?
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