thunderclan
windclan
riverclan
shadowclan
nonclan
04♂ ▪ 04♀ ▪ 08 TOTAL
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LEADER
erminestar // lanky white tom with blue eyes and a twisted jaw.

DEPUTY
OPEN // this position is currently available.

MEDICINE CAT
finchfur // calico she-cat with long fur, a thick tail, and pale green eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

thunderclan reports excellent prey and adequate herb growth. dark clouds gather over the forest, obscuring the moon.
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LEADER
mothstar // small long-furred grey and white tabby she-cat with dark amber eyes.

DEPUTY
closed // this position is closed temporarily for plot purposes. check back later!

MEDICINE CAT
lavendernose // dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with cloudy blue eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

windclan reports adequate prey and adequate herb growth. dark clouds gather over the moor, obscuring the moon.
03♂ ▪ 03♀ ▪ 00∅ ▪ 06 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
whitestar // white she-cat with long fur, yellow eyes, and a scarred nose.

DEPUTY
OPEN // this position is currently available.

MEDICINE CAT
quillfrost // gaunt, medium-furred black smoke tabby tom with pale, clouded blue eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

riverclan reports excellent prey and excellent herb growth. there is the faintest twinkle in the starlight over the river.
04♂ ▪ 05♀ ▪ 09 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
rainstar // silver spotted she-cat with tawny markings and blue eyes.

DEPUTY
cedarclaw // large dark tabby she-cat with amber eyes.

MEDICINE CAT
hickoryleaf // brown spotted tom with green eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

shadowclan reports adequate prey and excellent herb growth. the stars glitter unreadably over the marsh at night.
loners
01♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 01 TOTAL

rogues
00♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 00 TOTAL

kittypets
00♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 00 TOTAL

awakened
02♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 02 TOTAL

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 [complete] i'm a mouth that doesn't smile, erminestar + starclan
erminestar
 Posted: Feb 24 2017, 05:00 PM
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a lanky white tom with blue eyes and a twisted jaw








 
for a night within the wisps of leafbare, the cold wind brewing outside was stifled by the walls of each den, especially erminestar's own. tucked within a ball, moss covering the smooth floor and the remnants of a plucked apart mouse in the corner, it hadn't taken him long at all to fall asleep with a full belly.

dreams essentially quiet, it was not until the white tom found himself pacing through thunderclan territory did he start putting things together. snow was not covering the ground as he had last seen but instead, he could see green grass below his stark white paws; his advantage for one season a year did not exist here. head lifting, twisted jaws awkwardly parting, erminestar gazed down the familiar path up towards camp.

allowing himself to slither farther up the territory, a squirrel came darting down a nearby tree and practically trapped itself under his claws. not willing to complain over the bountiful prey, even for such an odd instant in new leaf, erminestar awkwardly dug his teeth into the creature's neck before picking it's body up to carry back to camp. despite the way that his stomach was content and full, it didn't mean that he didn't have to bring something back for his clanmates... even in the dream world.

shouldering his way through the camp entrance, his eyes took in his surroundings immediately. although everything seemed as normal as he had left it to sleep, ignoring the change of seasons, there was no one hustling around --- even the guard was gone. instead, in the middle of the camp, sat a cat he knew to be starclan.

this hadn't happened since his nine lives ceremony.

he dropped the squirrel, "hello."

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starclan
 Posted: Mar 5 2017, 10:18 PM
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i'm a word that no one ever wants to say
She can barely see him through the fog, his white form curled tightly against the leafbare cold that leaks sluggishly into his den, and so she weaves greenleaf into his dreams, one thread at a time. It is slow work, hard work, and she knows her message will come at a cost. Even now she can feel it, the pull, the edges of her being beginning to blur as she asserts herself into the mind of one who had yet to make the same journey she had, the journey that awaited them all. She works quickly, turning in on herself even as she projects outward, a skill not easily mastered.

When she opens her eyes again, she is looking at the dusty ground of ThunderClan camp, the clearing warm beneath the light of sunhigh. She remains hunched slightly, her spine rigid and tail sitting limply against the dirt. Exhaustion weighs heavy over her, mouth parted slightly in a shallow pant. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, as if her dark head pains her.

“Hello.”

The she-cat looks up, yellow eyes taking in the great white tom before her --- the pale coat, crooked jaw, the discarded not-squirrel at his paws. The warrior stares at her, expression stoic as ever, but the surprise in his blue eyes is unmistakable. She cannot blame him, so she speaks to him instead.

“Erminestar,” she says by way of greeting, taking note of the slight strain in her voice and resenting it. They did not have much time. “My deputy, my warrior, my friend. You… The Gathering... ” She frowns, gives her head a small shake as if to clear it of troublesome thoughts.

Snowstar rises shakily to her white paws then, golden eyes hard. “No, I have not come to speak to you of that.” She fixes her successor with nothing short of a glare. “You know what you did. What you-” She interrupts herself with a slight gasp, and there it is again, a sharp tug, a sideways and gradual slide, as if she were about to be rent in two. She glances at her own paws, how their edges are not looking quite as solid as they did before. I am too angry, she thinks, as if in a daze, before looking back up at Erminestar. I must hurry.

She moves closer to the tom, her gait weakened as if a great weight had been placed upon her back, but her eyes are like granite. “You must look elsewhere,” she mews. “Beyond the borders to where no cat has walked since the first warriors came to the forest. Your world is changing, Erminestar, as well as those who reside within it.” Snowstar stops before the ThunderClan leader, craning her head up slightly to meet his gaze. “Look to outsiders,” she says, and it takes every scrap of self control she possesses not to panic when the fade grows stronger, licking at the edges of her pelt like flame. “Look to those who do not walk and hunt and live as you do. You must do this, you must-” With that Snowstar sinks down to her haunches, and when she looks at the tom again it is with something like despair.

Her voice chokes off low in her throat, as if jaws have clamped tight around it.

I need a moment, she thinks to herself, as if she were only on patrol again and had just sprinted the length of the territory alongside her Clanmates, fierce and free beneath the trees. Just a moment and I’ll be fine. That’s all I need…

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erminestar
 Posted: Mar 26 2017, 12:12 PM
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a lanky white tom with blue eyes and a twisted jaw








 
the last time he had seen snowstar was when she gave him one of his lucky nine lives. but just as then, stars swam in her fur; it had only been hours previous to that event when his nose had been buried into her thick pelt, inhaling the scent of shadowclan murderers. he constantly regretted not being there at her side, as her deputy, clawing into the shadowclanners' pelts and sending them back across the thunderpath. but now, here she was again, the same stars swimming in her fur as she looked...      exhausted.

twitching his shoulders before lifting his chin, erminestar settled back onto his haunches and prepared himself for a scolding from his leader. was this what this was about? his behavior at the gathering? starclan couldn't show themselves for moons but they could come into his dreams, weaving him the warmth of greenleaf? with a twitch of his ears, the thoughts were quickly wiped away as snowstar changed the conversation. his mangled maw creased. it was the medicine cat's meeting tonight.

"couldn't you have shared information with finchfur tonight?"

not that he wasn't thankful to see the long-furred she-cat. shortly after his calm accusation, wrinkled maw relaxing as his eyes narrowed, snowstar was cutting herself off with a gasp. as her eyes fell to her paws, he was quick to see it too. she was fading, the stars glimmering around her becoming more translucent than they had been moments before... he'd never seen a starclan cat fade. icy eyes snapping up to meet her yellow pools, a taste of alarm began to rise in the back of his throat.

did this happen whenever finchfur spoke to their medicine cat ancestors? she had never mentioned it to him before... erminestar would have to question her about it when he woke and definitely tell her of snowstar's message when that finally came through.

position still rigid, he continued to hold her gaze as she spoke up again with no mention of what had just happened. she didn't need to tell him what was going on with her. nearly nose to nose with her now, he could see the edges of her fur begin to grow paler, much like her paws had done. however, he had to focus on her words.

"snowstar, how would loners know where a new moonstone would be? rogues?"

he carried no knowledge of awakened animals yet, allowing his shoulders to relax as he followed her closer to the warmed earth. he could see the emotions swimming in her honey hued eyes, forcing himself to shorten his questions for their benefit. for her.

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 Posted: Apr 1 2017, 07:52 PM
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"Couldn't you have shared information with Finchfur tonight?"

She barely hears the question, so loud and treacherous are her thoughts. They weave and twist within her mind, slick as adders and twice as venomous. Something surges inside of her, sharp and quick, and she feels almost… sick. She meets Erminestar’s eye then, sees her own alarm reflected there. He moves in close, an almost desperate gesture, as if he can somehow bolster her with his presence alone. If only he could, but hers is an enemy no cat can defeat, living or dead.

"Snowstar,” the tom mews, confused, his brow pulled low. “How would loners know where a new Moonstone would be? Rogues?" He is crouched right beside her, his blue eyes staring hard into her own. Snowstar returns her gaze to the dirt, looking somewhat perplexed, as if she could not recall what she had just said. Never had she felt so much like a shell of her former self, and it takes her a moment to realize that what she is feeling is shame. In the next she feels anger, and with it comes a flash of clarity, a fierce bolt of thought --- I’m wasting time.

“There will be others,” she mews with a pained gasp, looking on with dull horror as the edges of the clearing begin to silently collapse as her own strengths wanes, folding in on themselves to reveal a starless void beyond. The pull grows stronger, gripping her with claws now, as terrible as they are unseen. “Some much like you, and some…” She sighs, staring straight ahead as the dust of the clearing begins to swirl upon a silent wind, the sun dimming to a black, dead moon overhead. Snowstar looks to her deputy then, her eyes sad, even as phantom pain hooks itself deeper and deeper with each breath. “With some you will share nothing, not even the farthest kin. You will need to-”

With an awful retching sound, Snowstar’s entire body heaves, and in the next moment there is a small bundle lying limp and broken between them, bloody spittle dotting their white forepaws. Snowstar stares at it, heaving drily, golden eyes wide with shock and disgust. As she looks down at the dead and mangled finch, its plumage slick with blood and saliva, she can only think, I did not plan this. Her gaze snaps back up to Erminestar, every inch of her expression a study in surprise. Beyond the tom, she watches as the Highrock crumbles into dust before being snatched away like feathers on a dry wind.

“You have the means to reach us,” she says quickly as the last shreds of her begin to fade, dimming more rapidly now that the end is near. A second death. She never would have thought… Surely not this soon? Sadness, panic, mortification, grief. Snowstar can hardly fathom it all, her new reality only just beginning to dawn, though the signs had always been there, waiting for her.

“Erminestar,” she says at last as the clearing dies all around them. “Fear and mistrust have sustained the Clans for generations, but they also hold the power to destroy you. Allow them to pass over and through you, beyond you, until only you remain.” At last she slides down to the ground, peering up at her successor as a cat with no more strength left to give. “Only then will you find us.”

ThunderClan’s former leader closes her eyes then, breath rattling from her in a faint gasp, and she says the first thing she can think of, though it would be the last thing she would say. The words leave her with a gentleness she had not often possessed in life.

“Thrushpelt sees you.”

Then a terrible shriek pierces the air, a cry of undiluted rage and despair, but it belongs to neither cat. With no more than a sigh, Snowstar vanishes completely, the weak light filtering down through the dark trees snapping out like a flame extinguished, leaving the white tom adrift and alone in the howling black.

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 Posted: May 19 2017, 10:56 PM
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erminestar had not watched his leader die of a sickness such as wyrdwalking or greencough. she had been a strong warrior, unable to go down that way... the claws of a greasy shadowclan warrior had ended up robbing her of a peaceful death in the end. but now, as he stared at her while they both laid there crouched near the ground, her face was reminding him of sorrelclaw in the medicine den; vacant. his skin crawled.

it only begun to make sense as the she-cat spoke, erminestar noticing the world beginning to fall apart behind her shoulder. with a glance over his own, he witnessed the warm blue of a greenleaf sky collapse to reveal twinkling stars behind. all around them, green grass was fading in the same fashion, revealing the blanket of lights. it was an endless void and as the light of the sun begun to fade, snowstar's words brought his gaze back upon her. he caught her sadness easily, silent as she continued.

however, there wasn't much more to hear, snowstar cutting off his own question as she heaved forwards suddenly, retching into her forepaws. while he had not been the one to empty the contents of his belly before another cat, disgust swirled around in his own stomach. to add to it, the contents of his stomach never looked like that. gazing down at the mangled creature, most feathers still in tact, he missed the highrock dissipating before his leader's eyes. he wasn't certain if he would even have wanted to see it. there had never been an omen in his life time, starclan mostly silent all these moons... erminestar was not certain even how to handle such a display before him. slowly lifting his gaze, his icy orbs widened enough in surprise to reveal the whites at the increased opacity of the she-cat before him. despite his normal stoic nature, there was an admittance in the back of his mind that screamed that he was getting nervous.

what was happening?

his mangled jaws parted, "if that were true, we would have made contact... moons ago." during that lapse in his speech, erminestar had scrambled onto his paws to loom over snowstar. the ground had fallen away before him, leaving them both floating in the endless black around them. he blinked down at her from the emptiness around.

snowstar was still pressed down, gazing weakly up at him with her strength quickly ebbing away and yet, erminestar was standing before her, admiring the way she still could carry her voice up to him. silent, just as he was as her deputy, he let her speak.

"thank you, snowstar." and then her eyes were shutting, a soft breath passing from his leader. she was a starclan cat and as weak as she seemed in the moment, he believed she would recover. had any cat heard of a cat in starclan dying twice?

no. but indeed was it true.

ears pricking forward after barely hearing her utter soft words, erminestar almost wasn't certain he had heard her. he didn't get the chance to ask. suddenly, a shriek pierced the air, filling all that he knew and even sending his heart pounding harder. before his eyes, snowstar faded and he was left to stand in complete darkness before he finally felt himself falling from his location in the stars. jerking awake in his nest, fur feeling hot, erminestar gazed around him with wide eyes; his nest was clawed up below him, strewn apart the den that he wanted to scramble out of. rising to his paws and ignoring the creak of his limbs, he pushed past the lichen curtain to end up in the freezing air.

among the screaming of what cat that was still pounding in his ears, snowstar's last words to him were keeping him sane. "thrushpelt sees you." he breathed out slowly.

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 Posted: May 30 2017, 12:27 PM
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like fireworks, we pull apart the dark,
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Hickoryleaf, a wounded shadow slipping over the ThunderPath and back into the marsh, his gait marred by a steady limp.

Quillfrost, bloodied, his age showing more than it ever had under the weight of grief, safe on his island, surrounded by his Clanmates.

Sagewillow, bright-eyed and kind. Dead.

Lambpaw, her quiet apprentice. Dead.

Graypaw, focused and eager and far too brave...

Finchfur gave her head a swift shake, banishing the young tom’s terrified face from her thoughts. The sharp teeth at his throat, his pained cry.

“Are you alright?” a voice mewed in her ear. The calico medicine cat flinched, having entirely forgotten about the RiverClan warrior beside her despite his supportive shoulder against her own. “Finchfur? Do you need to rest?” Redwing. His name was Redwing, and he was bringing her home from RiverClan camp. He had been quiet, saying nothing as they had made their way through the reeds, across the bridge, and into the woods.

Yes. Forever. “No.” She quickened her pace with a grimace, the russet tom moving to keep up with her as they cut between the shadows of the forest, the light of the half moon barely making it through the trees over their heads. The unlikely pair made it to ThunderClan camp undisturbed, though they were soon greeted by a startled knot of warriors exiting the gorse tunnel. “Sheathe your claws,” Finchfur mewed quickly, tone one of utter exhaustion as she eyed the bristling pelts of her Clanmates before them. She’d had more than enough violence for one night. Redwing went carefully still at her side, his fur prickling in preparation for a fight. “He’s with me.”

Through the gloom, Finchfur made out their faces.

“Great StarClan!” Brackenpelt exclaimed, racing forward to brace her sister at her other side. Finchfur felt a quick lick at the back of one ear and tamped down the urge to curl her lip. Her sister’s kindness had only ever made her feel guilt and remorse. “What happened to you?”

The wounded she-cat recalled Whitestar’s words back at RiverClan camp. Who did this to you?

“Not now,” she mewed quietly, grateful when her sister did not press for more. She looked to the two other warriors who remained at the entrance of camp, their guard still up as they stared at the scene before them. They probably expected a RiverClan attack. “Redwing will tell you as you escort him back to the border.” She glanced back to the russet warrior in question. “Right?”

“I will,” the RiverClan tom responded, stepping away from her with a respectful nod. He was quickly flanked by the two ThunderClan warriors, the three of them disappearing back into the forest soon after without another word.

“Let’s get you to your den,” Brackenpelt mewed urgently, guiding Finchfur through the gorse tunnel and into the quiet camp beyond. A few curious faces turned their way, expressions quickly turning to ones of shock, but she stoically ignored them. Erminestar was among them, sitting just outside his den, his blue eyes looking troubled as his breath clouded before him on the frigid air. She wondered if Shrewleap was there. Pitchstripe. Rosetail and Grasswhisker. As they rounded the HighRock Finchfur met the white tom’s gaze, but she veered away from both her sister and leader with an abrupt jerk, moving quickly toward her den despite the pain. “Hold up,” Brackenpelt began to mew, her tone concerned as she bounded forward to rejoin her kin. “Finchfur, you-”

“I have work to do,” Finchfur mewed curtly. “None of which concerns you.”

Brackenpelt’s yellow eyes widened with hurt and concern. “Finchfur,” she began carefully, taking a cautious step forward as if she half expected her sister to attack her. “You won’t tell me what happened, but I can see that you’re hurt. Let me help you.”

Finchfur kept walking. “You’ll learn soon enough once your patrol gets back,” she mewed, tone bordering on dismissive, glancing back at her sister’s confused face only once. “Now excuse me, I have to take care of Sorrelclaw.”

“Finchfur!”

Ignoring her sister’s cry, ThunderClan’s medicine cat made her way into her den, their den, limping to Sorreclaw’s side where he lay insensate as ever in his soft nest. She carefully nosed at pelt, taking note of the steady rise and fall of his flank with relief. I have still have time, she thought to herself as she began to paw the moss away from her mentor’s sleeping form, her green eyes blank. I should have done this moons ago. What if she had died tonight, ripped to pieces inside Mothermouth at the seat of their ancestors? What would have happened to Sorrelclaw then?

“I’ll get you there,” she mewed aloud, giving the ginger tom’s single ear a gentle lick. “No more waiting. I’m going to make you well.”

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 Posted: May 31 2017, 06:11 PM
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the scent of riverclan on the wind, reedy and pungent, was pitchstripe's first sign of warning.

she'd pursued that stink towards camp, pelt sparkling with a night's worth of summer dew, and crossed paths with adderpaw and feathernose escorting a somber-faced redwing. anxiety had sparked, sudden and sharp, under her pelt; the worried looks in her clanmates' eyes answered more questions than she could find time to ask. "carry on," she'd grunted, and turned her paws towards home, finchfur the only thing on her mind.

the camp was abuzz with frantic murmurs. pitchstripe could taste blood and fear on the air, hanging heavy and oppressive around her bristled fellows. she made eye contact with a distressed-looking brackenpelt, hovering outside of the medicine den, and said nothing as she dipped into the shadows beyond. inside the stink was stronger than ever, and finchfur's smattered pelt was only a faint smudge in the darkness. the medicine cat's head was bowed low over sorrelclaw's slumbering form, tucked safely and peacefully in his nest.

"i'll get you there." finchfur brushed her tongue over the sleeping tom's ear. "no more waiting. i'm going to make you well."

the striped she-cat's heart sank. "finchfur," she announced herself, gritty mew soft. had they crossed some enemy on their way to highstones? finchfur's pelt was muddled in blood, her shoulder gouged and furless. the senior warrior turned towards the herb store, brow furrowed in thought; basic remedies were taught to every warrior, but that was one part of her assessment that she'd struggled with even in her youth. comfrey, isn't it? it was some ugly root, that she could remember. she pawed one out, careful not to disturb the other herbs stored there.

"what happened?" she asked at last. the fox stench wafting from finchfur's pelt fouled her nose, and her hackles raised despite herself. "is that damned fox still on our territory?"

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 Posted: Jun 13 2017, 10:54 PM
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The murmuring outside the rocky den had risen into a swell of voices, each laced with shock and confusion, some louder than others in their fear.

Where’s Finchfur?

Should we go in there? What if she needs help?

I smell blood. What happened?

Pitchstripe, I don’t think-

The last voice belonged to Brackenpelt, the sound of her sister’s despairing voice muffled by the sound of someone slipping into the den behind where she sat crouched at the edge of Sorrelclaw’s nest. Sorrelclaw, the tom who had taught her how to heal.

“Finchfur.”

At her other side, the she-cat who had taught her how to hurt.

Finchfur did not look up to greet her warrior mentor, instead keeping her green gaze fixed on the ginger tom before her, wondering when his frailty had stopped shocking her. His flank did not just rise, it heaved. His pelt, once smooth and well kempt, was dull and dusty despite her best efforts to keep it clean. His eyes seemed shut not in sleep, but in pain. His entire frame spoke of weakness, of ailing health. A fresh wave of grief threatened to overtake her, choking the breath in her throat.

“I’m so sorry,” she mewed quietly, voice cracking as she shut her eyes and dipped her head down to touch her nose to his pelt. She heard Pitchstripe shuffling about nearby, seemingly rooting around for something in the small caches that lined the walls of the den. Finchfur turned, blinking almost sleepily at the sight of a chunk of comfrey root now sitting on the floor of the den, a grim-faced Pitchstripe standing over it, one paw still raised. Finchfur would have gone for burdock herself, but she couldn’t gather the will to protest.

"What happened?" the senior warrior asked calmly, and somehow the inquiry didn’t sound so offensive coming from her. Finchfur curled her lip and turned away, returning to her work of carefully disassembling Sorrelclaw’s nest. It would make it easier to remove him from it.

"Is that damned fox still on our territory?" Pitchstripe asked.

“Foxes,” the calico she-cat rasped back, forcing herself to speak on the matter a second time in a single night. “They took Mothermouth. Found us there. Killed Sagewillow and her apprentice. Quillfrost’s Graypaw too.” She swallowed heavily, her paws working faster. “Right there in front of the Moonstone. And StarClan just watched,” she hissed, even as fatigue further gripped at her bones. “Now if you’ll give me some space, I have to prepare Sorrelclaw.” A weighted paused, then, “We’re leaving. He needs something this forest cannot give him.”

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 Posted: Jun 17 2017, 09:24 AM
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before his eyes, erminestar was not the only one awake at such a late hour in the snowy night. a group of his warriors were sitting near the gorse tunnel and medicine cats den, worry and a slight haze of tiredness masking their features. slowly approaching them with his eye catching the dark tabby frame of pitchstripe slipping into the medicine den, presumably after finchfur, erminestar flicked his ears to get their attention. "what has happened?" his eyes scanned the camp, listening as a few warriors started up with an explanation, running into each other's words before falling off. however, just as quickly, a young apprentice poked their head up from the crowd.

"finchfur's hurt! can't you smell the blood?"

allowing the comment to go by as a cat hissed into their ear for them to be more respectful, erminestar was more stunned that he had not caught a whiff of the blood scent covering their camp... the dream with snowstar was still eating at him.

moving silently past without any sign that he had heard his clan, erminestar pushed his way within the den. inside, he happened upon a conversation from finchfur and pitchstripe, the calico she-cat hovering next to her mentor as she spoke to the warrior.

"-- mothermouth. found us there. killed sagewillow and her apprentice. quillfrost's graypaw too. right there in front of the moonstone. and starclan just watched. now if you'll give me some space, i have to prepare sorrelclaw. we're leaving. he needs something this forest cannot give him."

erminestar brushed his white coat against pitchstripe's russet one, gazing at finchfur; he could trust both she-cat's in the room with this. "starclan was not completely silent tonight, finchfur." his ice blue hues eventually landed on sorrelclaw, blinking slowly. "snowstar spoke to me... she told me we need to look to outsiders."

what the she-cat had meant, erminestar still was reeling on. could it be the other clans? rogues? loners? kittypets? he couldn't imagine sending one of his warriors out with the likes of those, but snowstar had given him a glimmer of hope... until she had passed away before his very eyes in the safety of starclan. silent for a long minute, his head slowly lifted back to stare a hole into finchfur's pale green hues. "let me carry him."

if rainstar found him, a bleeding finchfur, a medicine cat wyrdwalking, and pitchstripe upon their territory, he wasn't sure what to think would happen.

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 Posted: Jul 20 2017, 01:34 PM
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"StarClan was not completely silent tonight, Finchfur."

The calico she-cat slowly turned away from her work, eyes narrowed. Erminestar was looking at Sorrelclaw, his expression troubled but his resolve clear. "Snowstar spoke to me... she told me we need to look to outsiders.” Finchfur stared at him, face blank. She didn’t have time for this. Not now.

So StarClan saw fit to speak to Erminestar as we were being slaughtered… She shoved the thought away. Not now. Anger would not help Sorrelclaw. She would speak to her leader about Snowstar’s words later. They had to leave.

Outsiders?

Erminestar watched her for a short while as she continued to shift around Sorreclaw, carefully pawing away at his meticulously constructed nest. The ginger tom stirred weakly, but did not awaken. He had not being cognizant for moons. It would be hard work getting him to the marsh, particularly across the ThunderPath. Would ShadowClan try to stop her? She was a medicine cat after all, Sorrelclaw as well, but Rainstar’s behavior in recent moons left her wary. Brightmire was a coveted resource, and the spotted she-cat had long been unwilling to allow anyone but her Clanmates access to the strange bog. Hopefully Hickoryleaf would be around, if only to prevent Rainstar from having their fur plucked out as his Clan’s warriors drove them away.

Thistles and thorns! This would be a mess, either way. But she was done waiting.

"Let me carry him,” Erminestar suddenly mewed from behind her, momentarily giving her pause.

“It would be safer if I took him alone,” she responded immediately, meeting his blue eyes at last. She did her best to ignore her aching body; she wasn’t done yet. There was still work to do. “The sight of a warrior is likely to be met with hostility.” Especially if it’s you.

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 Posted: Jul 26 2017, 05:35 PM
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“foxes,” finchfur corrected, her mew cracked and worn.

Pitchstripe’s hackles rose, an uneasy feeling settling deep in her belly.

“They took mothermouth. Found us there. Killed sagewillow and her apprentice quillfrost’s graypaw, too. Right in front of the moonstone. And starclan just watched.” the russet she-cat felt a presence at her flank, erminestar dipping his head to enter the den; she exchanged a look with him, unable to think past her horror. Three cats, messengers for their clans, slain without mercy in one fell swoop...did starclan truly scorn them that terribly?

She couldn’t help but realize that of the clans afflicted, they were one of only two unscathed. But what did that mean?

“Now if you’ll give me some space, i have to prepare sorrelclaw.” a pause, too brief for pitchstripe to voice an objection. “We’re leaving. He needs something this forest cannot give him.”

“You don’t mean brightmire?" the senior warrior mewed, unable to contain her incredulity. There was no way rainstar would let them simply stroll onto her territory, after no doubt tending to her own medicine cat’s wounds. and would it even matter? she wouldn’t dare voice it, but he’d been afflicted for so long...was there even a mind to restore?

“Starclan was not completely silent tonight, finchfur,” erminestar mewed. Pitchstripe startled, struck by the knowledge that this was sensitive information. “Snowstar spoke to me...she told me we need to look to outsiders.”

well, that’s helpful. pitchstripe had grown so weary of starclan’s vague murmurings. It seemed their only tangible signs were those of death, decay, and misery. Erminestar shouldered past her, making towards sorrelclaw where he lay sputtering weakly in his nest. “Let me carry him.”

“It would be safer if i took him alone,” finchfur countered. “The sight of a warrior is likely to be met with hostility.”

oh, for starclan’s sake. if they were all going to chase this fantasy, she wouldn’t let them wander by themselves. “Let me go with you, then.” her tailtip twitched, expression inviting little argument - it was strange, a mirror into finchfur’s apprenticehood, to face her with an attempt to exert any degree of authority. “You’re too weak to take him by yourself, and i doubt shadowclan will be leaping out of its fur at the sight of my old bones.” she was no fool - young warriors these moons tended to treat her more like an elder than anything else. that’s their own fault, she knew, it’ll make my claws sting a little more. but for now, underestimation was exactly what she was hoping for.

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 Posted: Jul 26 2017, 08:34 PM
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erminestar's initial mew had earned no reply from either cat in the den. but what could he expect at this time? having come up upon the last bit of the two she-cat's conversation, he had knowledge of the medicine cat's deaths at mothermouth, at the wounds that all of them had to be sharing; there was more going on than his dream which had shook the usual stoic leader to the core. so, he offered his help to sorrelclaw.

finchfur's counter came quick, displeasure crossing the sleek white tom's features in the darkness. he wasn't just any warrior, he was the leader of thunderclan... and that was exactly the reasoning that he couldn't go. despite not being able to outmatch all of shadowclan with himself and finchfur alone, erminestar had made his disagreement at the gathering with rainstar's initial plan -- the one snowstar had shown signs of pushing him towards -- making him not the cat that she would want to find in her territory right about now. ready to defend himself, perhaps wanting to remind the medicine cat who her leader was, pitchstripe broke in stating that she would be the one to help take sorrelclaw to the brightmire. immediately, his crooked features faced his elder.

"sorrelclaw was my medicine cat just as much as he was yours, finchfur. pitchstripe can come with to make sure shadowclan won't be cowardly enough to attack our backs." shifting his jaw uncomfortably, erminestar moved forwards towards sorrelclaw's nest, now in a disarray due to finchfur's work, to nudge the tom.

gentle about his touch, erminestar went about trying to work the ginger tom next to him into a more comfortable position so he could pull him onto his paws. despite having spent moons in the riverclan camp to heal his broken jaw, sorrelclaw had been there for him as well. although finchfur was his medicine cat, the fact the two of them had gone through their ceremonies bound them together, sorrelclaw was still the healer he had grown with. with a glance to finchfur and then pitchstripe, he stayed quiet.

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 Posted: Sep 13 2017, 07:35 PM
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Erminestar’s expression darkened at her words as Pitchstripe filled the void of his silence.

“You don’t mean Brightmire?" the dark she-cat mewed, incredulous, pale eyes widening. Finchfur bit back a scoff, keeping her gaze fixed on Erminestar. Where else? she wanted to snarl. Silverpelt? Her conscience twitched at the unfairness of the thought, voiceless as it was. Her former mentor was only trying to help, but her frustration and grief were threatening to overwhelm her. Her wounds throbbed and stung, yet Finchfur felt no inclination to treat them just yet. With the way things are going in this forest, I wouldn’t be surprised if Rainstar had me killed.

No. She would hold off for now.

“Let me go with you, then,” Pitchstripe mewed suddenly, and only then did Finchfur turn to look at her, expression grim. “You’re too weak to take him by yourself, and I doubt ShadowClan will be leaping out of its fur at the sight of my old bones.” Finchfur loathed her logic, even as a flicker of gratitude escaped from her eyes. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, reluctant, shoulders hunching as she quickly looked away.

“Sorrelclaw was my medicine cat just as much as he was yours, Finchfur,” Erminestar mewed at last. Is, the calico she-cat thought viciously, fixing him with a glare. He’s still your medicine cat. Had the whole Clan already cast the one-eared tom away from their hearts, branded him a lost cause? “Pitchstripe can come with to make sure ShadowClan won't be cowardly enough to attack our backs."

Finchfur wanted to snarl at the tom as she watched him cross the den to Sorrelclaw’s nest, nudging at the ginger elder with his nose. She wanted nothing more than to stand her ground and demand that, as his medicine cat, she insisted he stay behind, stay with the Clan and protect them. Finchfur did not know what sort of response her actions would invoke. But she knew it would be for naught. Erminestar was a stubborn mouse-brain, as much so as the rest of them.

“I’m sure they’ll have worse than that planned for us,” Finchfur muttered as she moved to Erminestar’s side to peel away the last remnants of the mossy nest. “But enough talk. We’re wasting moonlight.” Dread began to pool in her stomach, but her expression remained resolute. They were going to the marsh, into the heart of ShadowClan territory. Their own Clanmates were still murmuring outside, voices questioning. The patrol who had escorted Redwing back to the river had likely returned by now, sharing the russet tom’s story.

My story.

Erminestar coaxed Sorrelclaw gently to his paws, the elder’s thin limbs shaky and his eyes unclear as they opened half way. The ginger tom emitted a short groan, but otherwise remained silent. Slipping in against his side, Finchfur did her best to bolster him despite her aching limbs, but Erminestar quickly moved in at his other flank, easing her burden. Before they slipped from the den, Finchfur reached out with one paw to snag a tiny bundle from one of the cracks in the cave wall, an afterthought that churned her stomach, but Sorrelclaw had trained her well.

She stooped to grasp the bundle carefully in her jaws: Three small, black berries, wrapped neatly in a dried leaf. More than enough.

Giving Pitchstripe a nod, Finchfur guided the two toms back into the clearing, confident that Erminestar could settle the fears of their awaiting Clanmates.

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 Posted: Sep 14 2017, 12:24 PM
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“Pitchstripe can come with to make sure ShadowClan won't be cowardly enough to attack our backs.” Erminestar’s tone invited no argument; as though Finchfur had already acquiesced, he crossed the den to Sorrelclaw’s nest, nudging the ratty ginger tom until he rose to his paws in several awkward, stilted movements. Pitchstripe watched her former apprentice bristle, restraining herself from what no doubt would have been a hotly defiant response. Instead she moved to join him, her mew gritty with defeat. “I’m sure they’ll have worse than that planned for us. But enough talk. We’re wasting moonlight.”

The two of them were able to guide Sorrelclaw from where he lay, his head hanging low and eyes glazed and unfocused. The look of him was unpleasant to behold, and Pitchstripe could only think of him in his prime, proud-faced and speaking wisely and precisely. he was many seasons younger than her, but his pelt clung limply to his bones as though he were the elder. We’re both on borrowed time, aren’t we? she was well aware of her own advancing age, the longevity of her existence the only remarkable thing she had to show for it. she couldn't say she was grateful.

As she passed by, flank brushing the striped queen’s shoulder in the confined space of the den, Finchfur’s white paw flashed quick as a fish; she scooped a folded leaf from a crevice in the wall, picking it up wordlessly and continuing on. Swallowing her dread, Pitchstripe followed them out into the clearing where their Clanmates mingled with wide, frightened eyes. No doubt Erminestar would have to offer them some words of consolation, keep them quiet in their nests until they returned. Pitchstripe’s intentions were different, and she trotted quickly across the clearing to where Adderpaw stood watching. He regarded her nervously, yellow-green eyes wide.

”Is she alright?” He asked, gaze flickering towards Finchfur. In the full light of the moon she looked haggard, flanks stained with muddying blood, eyes wild.

”We’re going to ShadowClan,” she informed her apprentice in lieu of reply; his eyes widened in shock. ”Sorrelclaw needs Brightmire.” she was unsure she believed her own words - though the mysterious bog had saved many, it had not been enough for scores more. Sorrelclaw had been sick for far too long for her to feel any confidence in the remedy. her apprentice looked just as confident in the idea as her, though he tried to hide it; she shook away her misgivings, fixing the skinny tom with an intense look. ”You know more about Rainstar than any of us.”

Adderpaw shifted on his feet, consternation tensing the defined lines of his face. “I don’t know what to tell you,” he mewed; Pitchstripe lashed her tail, unaccepting. ”I know you have an opinion,” she growled, ”so spit it out. I don’t have time.”

He swallowed and faced her; his response was level, and inside she felt some spark of pride despite her mounting dread. not so skittish anymore. ”i think unless thunderclan has something she wants, you’ll come back empty-pawed.”

”will we be safe?” pitchstripe pressed; he glanced away for a moment, evidently conflicted.

”i don’t know,” he admitted at last.

great. she could only hope shadowclan had some shred of the code left in them, and such a thought wasn't exactly reassuring nowadays. only rainstar's obstinate faith in starclan was a comfort. ”we’ll be back in the morning,” the senior warrior meowed, turning on her heel to return to finchfur’s side. She could feel adderpaw’s gaze burning into her pelt, but she had no time to acknowledge it; she met erminestar’s gaze, mouth tight. she hadn't learned anything they both didn't already know, only further affirmed their risk.

”we’d better be careful.”


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