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HERBS/PREY With clans overhunting and the cold beginning to set in, prey grows scarce | With most growing seasons ended, herbs are now very limited and rare
CLIMATE Days have begun to cool, carrying a brisk chill and the subtle threat of early snow
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DON'T FORGET TO READ THE RULEBOOK!
7.14.16 // Congratulations to Rabbitclaw for his promotion to ShadowClan deputy! Also, don't forget to post in the Activity Check!
6.15.16 // A bunch of lovely cosmetic updates to the site have been made (just look at those snazzy side-tables) and the WC has been lowered, for practical reasons, to 150. We also would love to welcome Stormhawk (void) as WindClan's new deputy!
6.7.16 // Rise Up's first gathering is underway! Don't miss the fun! You can find and start your own threads in the gathering board, found right in four trees! Be sure to read through the leader announcements!
5.25.16 // A big ol' CONGRATS to Cuckoopoppy, ShadowClan's medicine cat! He's a scruffy old fellow who sees a few more omens then normal (and perhaps a few curses) but I'm sure we'll all love him and his antics! Reminder that the SC and WC deputy positions are still available for audition!
5.15.16 // The May activity check has come to a close! A big thank you to everyone who participated! Unfortunately, the ShadowClan medicine cat rank is now open as well. The deadline for this rank, and the others available, is indefinite- so if you want it, go for it!
5.7.16 // Our first activity check is underway, and a new announcement has been posted! The new season is leaffall, and everyone should remember to age any characters made prior to 5/1/16 up two moons! Remember that two deputy positions and the guard position are still ripe for the taking.
5.7.16 // Did you know 99 Love Baloons is actually a song about the apopcalypse? Who knew!
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Post by boarstar on Apr 8, 2016 14:21:22 GMT -6
Boarstar oh my, feels just like i don't try, looks so good i might die, all i know is everybody loves me
get down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all i know is everybody loves me + @anyone + @anyone + newleaf sunhigh
+ nah
| The tall pines in camp blocked out much of the sun during dawn and dusk, casting long shadows, but now the sun sat directly overhead. It smiled down on the cats that bustled through camp, bringing with it warmth and the urge to sleep.
Something Boarstar had been doing all morning.
The dark tabby had spent her time dozing, curled on the top of the stump that usually functioned for meetings. Rarely was she disturbed, probably because cats knew better then to bother the hulking she-cat. Plus, the deputy would probably get things done faster... so, there was that.
But finally the leader had woken up. She'd partially groomed herself so she looked half decent, and had descended from her thrown with all the lumbering grace of a badger. She could have sworn she heard an apprentice snickering- but by the time she'd spun to glare, there was nobody in sight. Probably for the best really, but she wasn't any less bitter about it.
A slight limp plagued the tabby's gait as the striped cat picked her way across the bottom of the hollow, sticking along the lines of thorns that made up the nursery and warrior's den. She came to a stop at the small hole that formed the freshkill pile, leaning to give a sniff.
Though she knew the dawn patrols had returned, there was hardly anything remaining to be taken. Her lip curled with distaste as large eyes scanned the clearing. Part of her was almost offended she hadn't been offered anything earlier.
Eventually one large, cream paw reached out to hook a slimy, massive toad from the pile. Boarstar was partial to amphibians, though toads tended to have a nasty, vile taste to their skin. Sure enough as she picked it up in her mouth the sourness met her tongue and the leader shuddered. Still, it was something, and in a clan where food wasn't taken for granted, she had to be at least somewhat grateful.
Boarstar straightened up, sharp eyes pinpointing an untaken, prime spot under one of the thorn bushes' long branches. The mini hollow in the dirt had spare moss lining it, a great place to spend high sun, if you asked her. With the large toad stiff in her muzzle and her head held high, she limped the few fox-lengths between herself and the spot and plopped herself down, settling her meal between her paws. One large eye watched for anyone nearby- certainly hoping for someone she could invite to join her.
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Post by moleshade on Apr 20, 2016 8:00:40 GMT -6
swayin' to my own sound The shadows cast by the large thorn thicket were not nearly long enough for Moleshade's liking. He preferred tall, stretched out swathes of shade that were perfect for lounging in. He liked the coolness of it, the slight chill that was reminiscent of leaffall and newleaf- two seasons he'd come to love.
But he couldn't hide from the sun all day. He'd been sleeping since his dawn patrol, curled in his nest of moss and tucked away where the sun couldn't glare at his dark pelt. Now, though- well, that was enough lounging for today. He figured he should grab something to eat, or go check on Dapplecrow, or even snatch something slimy to slip into Sableface's nest. Yes yes, any of those were good ways to 'start' his day.
The tom stood slowly, eyes blinking as he peered around the shadowy, cramped den. There weren't many still curled there, though he did notice a few familiar pelts and Sableface herself. Ha! He'd have to get her with something, something... hmm...
Turning, he slipped out through the gap in the thorn wall, rough pawpads meeting soft earth and leaf litter as he stepped into the main hollow of camp. Bright eyes scanned camp, noting the few warriors and apprentices lingering here and there, before he turned around to slink along the edge of the camp.
He'd be back real fast, Moleshade told himself, before anyone could notice he'd be gone. He'd grab some of that green junk that floated on the pools of water in the territory, it was a genius plan, and he knew Sableface hated the stuff.
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Post by boarstar on Apr 22, 2016 14:28:08 GMT -6
Boarstar oh my, feels just like i don't try, looks so good i might die, all i know is everybody loves me
get down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all i know is everybody loves me + @anyone + newleaf sunhigh
+ nah
| Slimy skin was far from pleasant as she tasted it, letting the odd, mucus covering slip over her tongue before her lips curled up and the leader hissed.
As she pulled green eyes away from the frog between her paws, she noticed a dark shape slinking near. Long legs carried the familiar, younger warrior along the edge of the thorn thicket. She couldn't help but notice the way he was looking, almost in paranoia, in search of some other cat to interrupt him. Now, was this oh-so-loyal and brave warrior sneaking off? She stifled a cackle. That plan was about to be ruined.
Her paw shot out, trying to bat his leg as the tom neared her spot. "Moleshade!" She chirped, tail drifting back and forth behind her as she wiggled forward just a little bit. "Come join me." If he obeyed or not she didn't care, she just wanted to bug him, or get the young cat's attention.
She'd seen him since he was a kitten. She was a warrior when he'd been born- she'd watched him grow up. That didn't mean she knew him very well, of course. She rarely ever spoke with the meek tom, maybe today would be the day they could be friends, or at least, she could know him as well as she knew her more senior warriors.
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Post by rookstar on Apr 26, 2016 11:30:11 GMT -6
Rookstar You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 515 NOTES old hag | A short, furtive laugh sliced the humid air like a wayward claw. He’d seen her oh so glorious decent. He’d witnessed the greatness that was Boarstar, and like a child he had laughed. It was no apprentice’s bark that broke the chorus of midday swamp fiends. No, it was a grown warrior, a fallen leader, who had scrambled backwards from his crime into the thick walls surrounding the camp. There he huddled, rump riddled with the sharp end of sticks. Still it was better than what she would have had in store.
To what end was a hero, a star even, lurking in such a juvenile fashion? Had he nothing better to do?
Oh, but this was the “better.” His small, dark-dappled frame may have been a perfect match for the marsh lands, but all his talent lay in the lush forests of ThunderClan. Hunting with mud-coated limbs in the soaking landscape had proven miserable at best, and suicidal at worst. How often had he nearly drowned in the dank depths as the soil beneath his paws pulled him under? No thank you. There were better ways to spend his time.
This of course included moping in the hot sun, its rays casting his pitch pelt in an array of colors. In fact, sulking had rather become his profession of late. There was much to sulk over, a lost clan, a lost home, and a lost unity within the forest. No amount of moons could heal that hurt, not when the territory of his ancestors was still possessed by those, those, villains. The thought of them, smug and victorious, using the highrock as their personal sunbath sent shivers of hatred electrifying his spine.
But there was nothing he could do, no army to command or home to reinvent. His clanmates were dead and scattered. He had to keep hope that they would stick to their roots and resist forming with their host clans. Else ThunderClan would truly be dead. Gone. All gone.
No, no don’t think about that. He chided himself briskly, shoving aside the thought with practiced avoidance. Running into a pit of hot coals would be far better than falling into the same reality. So, that was precisely what he decided to do. Besides, Boarstar was looking a bit too pompous, sitting there in all her cunning glory. He had to make his presence at her side an expected thing. Let her, and the others, know that he still held his power.
So, with an air of far too much authority, the small tom strode towards the resting leader and her unwitting new plaything. “Boarstar! Yo, what’s up my cat? Oh, oh you up to somethin’ huh? Yeah? Ah, cat. Don’t mind me.” Spotting her less than appetizing choice of prey he cleared a wad of spit from his throat before reaching over and attempting to quickly swipe the meal his way. If she wasn’t fast enough he’d steal a quick bite and utter, mouth full, “Tarrasts leerk drrirt.” Rookstar’s features would warp into a disgusted scowl as he forced himself to swallow.
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Post by moleshade on Apr 27, 2016 22:28:51 GMT -6
swayin' to my own sound All his clever thoughts, cunning plans and devious ideas were interrupted when soft paws suddenly battered his leg. Fur puffing up the lanky tom spun around with a huff. His eyes set upon the form of his aged leader, broad ears flattening back as the tom shifted his paws uncertainly.
"I promised someone I'd help them with hunting." He mewed after a moment, the lie slipping forth without guilt. Long whiskers twitched and his eyes narrowed at the striped tabby. As much as he respected his leader, the tom wasn't exactly comfortable conversing with his leader. He'd lied to her in the past, kept secrets he shouldn't have. He didn't like spending time with the she-cat he suspected might have it out for him after a lifetime of deceit and disappointment.
His tail began to curl, but before he had time to explain his excuse further, another voice interrupted. Glancing over he caught site of the previous ThunderClan leader approaching and settling down, and Moleshade knew he had his out. The shorter cat was strutting like he owned the place, and Rookstar's antics hadn't been lost on Moleshade in the past. He wasn't sure how such a cat came to be a leader in the first place (did ThunderClan not consider 'intimidation' or 'respectable' required traits? This cat was tinier then some apprentices, surely!). He knew Boarstar would have her paws full of this arrogant little thing.
The tall tom-cat dipped his head in a respectful nod to first ShadowClan's leader, then Rookstar, his tail giving several irate twitches behind him.
"Looks like you got a partner covered. I'll be off to hunt then." He drawled out, a glint of amusement dancing across his bright gaze as he fixed a glare on Rookstar. "I'll keep an eye out for something more... you." He added.
Quickly turning, the tom would hop away, taking off at a brisk trot hopefully before either cat could call him back and drag him into some sort of cuddly, testosterone leader-off. He had no interest in that, no no. Let Boarstar handle the politics.
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Post by boarstar on Apr 29, 2016 22:11:40 GMT -6
Boarstar oh my, feels just like i don't try, looks so good i might die, all i know is everybody loves me
get down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all i know is everybody loves me + newleaf sunhigh
+ nah
| Oh no. She saw him approaching out of the corner of her eye, short elgs carrying the stout tomcat across her earthy hollow. He strode along as if he owned the place, settling himself down with such confidence the chubby leader had to huff. You'd think the tom would learn some humility or respect. Not that he'd been disrespectful- no- but he wasn't exactly.... what you'd expect from a cat who'd lost his whole clan, and had been granted such kind, selfless mercy.
Her ears flattened back as she turned a pleading gaze on Moleshade, though the tom was blabbering some excuse. Was her warrior going to leave her alone with HIM? Stars, she didn't think her heart could handle such a tragedy. Rookstar's attitude had given her a run for her prey since his arrival, and it was starting to grate on her already fraying nerves, prickling her pelt.
“Boarstar! Yo, what’s up my cat? Oh, oh you up to somethin’ huh? Yeah? Ah, cat. Don’t mind me.” He meowed and she rolled her eyes.
"I've been trying not to mind you." She grumbled out, ears twitching to a side-angle as her tail irrately flicked. Moleshade looked almost amused at the sight of them sitting together and Boarstar was struck with the urge to stick her tongue out at him. Traitor.
Quick as a mouse the black-and-white tom leaned over and nipped a bite from her meal. Immediately Boarstar twisted to face him. Her eyes widened and she guffawed, shaking her head. "Serves you right toadguts! That's mine." She snorted at him once she'd caught her breath, drawing a paw out from under her chest to drape it protectively over what was left of her toad, the leader sparing Moleshade only a simple nod as the tom made his getaway. Fine, he could leave her. Whatever, she could handle Rookstar. "So." She mewed after a moment. "You and your warriors have settled in well."
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Post by rookstar on May 5, 2016 12:23:42 GMT -6
Rookstar You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 319 NOTES don't tell me what i already know >:V | thoughts \\ spoken
A dissatisfied tongue swept over his white maw to remove any traces of the terrible taste that lingered. He’d never get used to the swamp-odor invested critters. The stew of the marsh lands was not a delectable broth, far from it. But his irritation was quickly quelled by Boarstar’s irate reaction. It did wonders for his soul to see her suffer at his expensive. Serves her for acting like ThunderClan’s beneath her, like I’m beneath her he thought with pleasure. The black and white tom offered her a too-wide grin.
Distracted as he was, Rookstar nearly missed Moleshade’s respectful nod and dastardly glare. The promise of something more fitting, however teasing it may have been meant, did get his attention however. “This cat, this cat here.” A paw gestured lavishly towards the black furred warrior. “He gets it. Yeah. Yeah. He gets it. None of this damp dirt. Nah, cat. Somethin’ fresh. Somethin’ furry. I’m trustin’ ya bro.” He offered Moleshade a firm nod as he retreated from the leaders.
Boarstar’s gruff mew stole his gaze as she asserted the condition of his warriors. Was it just him, or was there a hint of something in the mew? Hmm? Well, imagined or not, he’d make sure she knew who was in charge of /his/ cats’ wellbeing. “You know somethin’ I don’t? Less by ‘well’ you mean well ‘nuff. No walk in the sun, fluffy. Sooner we get going the better.”
He settled into the ground, legs tucking stiffly beneath his thick pelt with an air of crossness. It was a well-known fact that Rookstar despised how well his kin were integrating into the other clans. There was no better way to bring about his consistent grumbling than to allude to it. “Any cat says different got mud in their ears.” He sounded more like a petulant child than an authority figure, but such had nearly always been the case.
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Post by boarstar on May 11, 2016 19:24:52 GMT -6
Boarstar oh my, feels just like i don't try, looks so good i might die, all i know is everybody loves me
get down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all i know is everybody loves me + newleaf sunhigh
+ nah
| Boarstar watched the exchange between Moleshade and Rookstar in silent amusement. The stanted warrior wasn't her most favorite, no, but at least he seemed to be trying to make a good impression. Or weasel away from her. She wasn't sure why he kept trying to avoid her, and as the tom turned to leave she shot a sharp, narrowed glare after him. Boarstar had no way to know if he'd caught it, but she hoped he did. Odd tom.
“You know somethin’ I don’t? Less by ‘well’ you mean well ‘nuff. No walk in the sun, fluffy. Sooner we get going the better.”
Rookstar was replying now. Her ears angled and she looked at him with a plain expression, shifting her paws so she sat in a load. The leader winced at the stiffness in her neck as she dipped to gnaw at one of the toad's legs, eating absently as he rambled on. She flicked an ear to dispel a fly that'd begun to chew and nip at the thin skin.
“Any cat says different got mud in their ears.”
Boarstar swallowed her mouthful and straightened up. "I fully agree."
The she-cat meowed evenly, whiskers giving a couple short twitches.
"I've been thinking of ways to get you and your warriors back into your
camp as soon as possible, but there are flaws with every idea.
Rookstar,-" She paused for dramatic effect, tilting her head towards him
and tracing another warrior passing by with her sharp gaze. "Have you
thought of anything? Besides a direct attack, that is?"
Her tail sweeped across the damp earth behind her, rustling the thorns and shifting what leaflitter had gathered here. Perhaps an idea of his could spark some muse? You never knew. He seemed like a rather... immature, tom. She was nearly old enough to be his mother, but young cats could still be innovative.
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Post by rookstar on Jun 7, 2016 15:56:30 GMT -6
Rookstar You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 310 NOTES i so smart | thoughts \\ spoken
The poker-faced Boarstar, or perhaps she was firmly wrapped in age’s indifference, didn’t spark to his biting words as Rookstar had assumed. Instead she continued to eat, swallow, and adjust her position without a hint of care. He, on the other hand, was soaked in obvious impatience. Like a newborn kitten his nose wrinkled and paws massaged the soil. The two were night and day.
When an agreement slipped from her lips he was drawn to a pause. Whatever mediocre mind power he held was turned towards trying to decide if she was mocking him or being sympathetic. He didn’t taste sarcasm, but that meant nothing. Still, despite his skepticism of her intent Rookstar still snorted in a concurring way. She wasn’t his favorite cat, but at least she was working towards his goals.
“Have you thought of anything? Besides a direct attack, that is?”
The question brought him up short. He, er, he couldn’t really say he’d been thinking of much more than how much the bog grated on him. Ideas? Plans? The best snip of one was the nagging notion that ThunderClan would need to leave the forest entirely in order to stay united and true to their ancestors. That, or somehow take part of ShadowClan’s territory for their own. Neither of these thoughts, he decided, were safe to share with Boarstar.
Yet, Rookstar detested the idea of looking as dumb as others thought him. So he gnashed his teeth before pulling out a very last-minute and unbaked plan. “Could chase a fox in after them, real big fella. Might do some good.” The more he thought on this the more he grew fond of it. “Yeah, yeah or sneak on up on ‘em if they’re alone.” Any thought for plot-holes, or really any concept of a working plan, failed to stop his eagerness to blindly continue suggesting.
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Post by cuckoopoppy on Jun 9, 2016 16:13:37 GMT -6
{ take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads Oh what a lovely day it had been. It was easy for Cuckoopoppy to forget the troubles of the forest when he was in among his babbles and bobbles of herbs galore with the sun breaking through a hole in the log’s roof. The bright rays warmed his haggard gray pelt in the perfect way. Cuckoopoppy could sense StarClan’s approval in the warmth of it. That late fall morning had been dedicated to gathering biennial and perennial roots. The plants were getting ready for winter by storing their nutrients. He knew that this was when the herbs would be most packed with healing properties. By cutting them now, instead of all willy-nilly like most medicine cats, he was guaranteeing his patients a better chance at survival. A row of burdock roots was what Cuckoopoppy was currently working on cutting into slivers for drying when he heard the tell-tale complaint of Rookstar. He really sympathized with the leader. Cuckoopoppy was quite good at understanding other cats’ pains. But he also didn’t want anyone to have such a nice day ruined by his predictable sour moods. The medicine cat shook his short tail decidedly then left his log. Cuckoopoppy saw it was Boarstar who was getting into it with Rookstar. This worried him. So he would speedily wobble to the two and catch the last thing they said. He was perceptive so when he heard the last few things they said he understood what was going on. That was when he quickly chimed in. “Oh, isn’t he just as clever as picking parsley leaves after they’ve bloomed?” said the medicine cat cheerfully as he sat down like a loaf too, not bothering to say hi or be invited in. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by boarstar on Jun 11, 2016 19:42:51 GMT -6
Boarstar oh my, feels just like i don't try, looks so good i might die, all i know is everybody loves me
get down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all i know is everybody loves me + @anyone + @anyone + newleaf sunhigh
+ nah
| Huh, you know- She sort of just asked to distract him. Y'know? Keep him busy, get him talking so he couldn't complain or go on some rampant about ThunderClan's independence. Again. But hey- this idea, wasn't extremely bad. Don't get her wrong, a single fox wasn't going to fight the whole Alliance, it definitely wouldn't make a huge dent- but it COULD be a good start. A fox, followed by a group of warriors to gather up the mess.... huh. The next idea wasn't quite as promising, but she nodded her head thoughtfully and made a soft humming sound, as if concurring.
"A fox is interesting," She mewed after a moment, voice soft and drawn out as she eyed the tom. "And... Maybe if we can find them alone. Maybe- but-"
Oh! Her muzzle split in an, admittedly uncertain, grin as the medicine cat suddenly plopped himself into the conversation. Cuckoopoppy was a strange tom, that he was- old and flat faced, a touch drooly- and he was definitely losing his mind, but he'd been far more enjoyable company then Rookstar, of all cats.
Still, the grin faded a touch at the greeting and her ears flicked back. She... couldn't say she understood the example, but Boarstar decided not to point that out. Instead she curled her tail along her flank and shook her head. "Have you had luck with herbs, lately? Are stores well?" Came her simple question, followed quickly with a nod to the starkly colored tom next to her.
"Rookstar has been perfectly cheerful today. We've been trying to think up some plans, against the rogue cats," She explained, "The ideas so far bein' to send a fox after them, or pick on cats we find alone." She paused, ear flicking away a stray fly. "I had my own ideas, but it'll be hard to really think of anything unless we know how they work. Don't you agree?"
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Post by rookstar on Jun 16, 2016 15:32:17 GMT -6
Rookstar You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 333 NOTES bam bam bam | thoughts \\ spoken
Still riding the high of his idea cruise, Rookstar eagerly leaned toward the elder leader, shifting his weight without conscious command. She had begun to dive into discussion and was certain to spark actual action. Anything other than sitting around like some old lump would suit him. But before Boarstar could get a full thought out a certain flat-faced medicine cat popped in to join the duo.
The sight of him was a mixed bag for Rookstar. On one paw he was reminded of the medicine cat that lay dead in ThunderClan’s territory, unburied and lacking the respectful passage Harrierberry deserved. On the other paw, well, Cuckoopoppy was an annoying enigma who had already spouted several senseless lines in the short time the forest cats had been in ShadowClan. And boy did he have a reputation!
When the absurd cat began to mutter some weird quip about stars-knew-what Rookstar’s discomfort only grew. He tossed a confused look Boarstar’s way only to find that the she-cat also seemed perplexed and uncertain. What really rattled the short-tempered cat was that he couldn’t tell if the comment was negative or positive. It most definitely was about himself, but what point was Cuckoopoppy trying to make? Grah! Infuriating!
As he had been caught in thought Boarstar had begun to explain to the herbalist what the leader were discussing. Not that Rookstar understood why she felt the need to include him. What, like the flee-brain would have any meaningful advice! Worse yet, she was refusing to share her own ideas on the grounds that they couldn’t act yet without more Intel.
“Like rot do I agree! Ain’t got no time to muck around /researchin’/ some dirt. Been sittin’ too long as is. Got to get somethin’ rollin’, got to do somethin’.” He was on his feet, storming in a short, paced, line. The very thought of waiting longer was down-right maddening. He was ready to fight. Bam. Bam. Bam. Get in, get done, get out of the marsh.
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Post by cuckoopoppy on Jun 18, 2016 9:44:56 GMT -6
{ take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads A chipper little smile, with one tooth sitting out sat smugly on Cuckoopoppy’s flat face. It was unmoving, even as he turned to grin at first Boarstar and then Rookstar. This could have been taken as a little creepy, and might as well have been, but he didn’t have any mind to think of his actions like that. He had learned long ago to ignore how his clanmates reacted to his appearance. The smile stayed even as Boarstar’s happy explanation was drowned out with Rookstar’s gabbing. “How predictable the storm is!” said the medicine cat, flicking his short tail with the exclamation. “But when new winds tear the ivy from its perch does it push upward again with length it no longer has? Foolish! It curls in to survive the frost and wait out newleaf’s green blessing.”
He might have continued on to explain exactly what his strange aphorism meant, although that was unlikely, but a stream of sunlight suddenly broke through the canopy. It landed, squarely, on Boarstar’s unfinished toad. “oOH!” Gasped the tom, bolting to his feet and stumbling backwards. “I see! I see! Our ancestors have heard your plight, and they give you an answer.” His eyes were distant as he next spoke, unfocused as if staring inwardly or at a faraway object. “Darkness conceals
The mangled corpse
Of a body riddled with pain
He hides it well
Beneath green skin
But in light it can be seen again”
“Oh what does this mean? What does it mean? Green, mangled, oh and the light, the light!” Now thoroughly riled by the utterly unexpected prophecy fallen into his paws Cuckoopoppy started to retreat back to his sanctuary of a log. But he had one last thing to share with the two cats he was leaving behind. “Mark my words, it wasn’t chance that left the sign in your paws, Boarstar. Be wary.”
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Post by boarstar on Jul 1, 2016 20:16:49 GMT -6
Boarstar oh my, feels just like i don't try, looks so good i might die, all i know is everybody loves me
get down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all i know is everybody loves me + @anyone + @anyone + newleaf sunhigh
+ Finished
| Her ears flattened back with irritation, an annoyed jab dancing on the tip of her tongue, but Boarstar bit it back... for now. She couldn't believe his- well, okay, she /could/ believe his foolishness, but she willed it to the back of her mind with a concerned glance from Rookshade, to her medicine cat.
If only her deputy were here. She needed some sanity in her clan. Those were her wishes as Cuckoopoppy suddenly began to recite. Her ears flicked back up, whiskers giving a couple sudden twitches. Was that another prophecy? An omen? A warning? Something passed by StarClan, or created in his own mind? She couldn't be sure, you never could be sure in this clan.
As he finished she felt the fur lift along her spine, her tail poofing out. For a moment she didn't say anything, not stirring at all as he stood and walked off. Then, with a soft huff, she pushed herself to her own aching paws. A warning, then. Be wary. Assuming, of course, that it was real. But how could a warning be her answer? A corpse was her answer? Pain?
Was the Alliance falling apart, or something?
With only a quizzical, tired glare at the much younger leader, Boarstar grunted and turned to slink off towards her den, only offering a goodbye flick of her tail. She'd need to sleep, maybe she'd receive a dream or a vision. She could only hope.
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