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Post by Sprout on Nov 26, 2013 0:16:23 GMT -5
- Twisted - Aren't ordinary people adorable?
The she-cat felt a mild twinge of surprise at the approaching cat. The growl died in her throat, but she remained crouched, her tail lashing side to side. Her round eyes remained fixed on the tom as he spoke, reprimanding her for her behavior. She just kept her gaze fixed on him while a small smile curled on her lips. She didn't react when the young apprentice began to talk to the tom, who held an air of authority, even though Twisted could occasionally see a glimpse of confusion flash across his face. He was rather good at concealing things, but not quite good enough.
When she had heard enough, she moved fluidly from her crouch and began to circle the duo, lazily and confidently. We are in a place where time is nothing. No moons pass. No seasons change. The sun is a pitiful, unimportant thing. We are in neither StarClan nor the forest. We are lost in the world. We are forgotten. She sing-songed, running her tail underneath the toms chin. I myself have been in this 'in-between' for many, many days. And for every moment, I have been alone. She came to the apprentice, and gazed deep into her eyes. So, why is it we all meet now? Don't think you really matter to me, because that will just make me laugh. I don't believe in destinies. With a flick of her tail, she moved away from the grey-pawed apprentice and sat down, bending her head to clean the mud from between her dog's teeth claws.
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Post by Phlox on Nov 26, 2013 21:04:26 GMT -5
...do i know more than i think? <><><><><>
"I…I think I'm lost. I'm from a place called RiverClan, in a forest a long way away from here." Swanpaw offered the tom a lopsided grin - he was obviously quite confused, even as he tried to retain his authority. A long way away… She couldn't help but wonder how far she really was from the old forest. Maybe she had only ever left in spirit? In any case, it all felt too foreign. All she could be certain of was that these tunnels would be her home.
A question. The white feline straightened, ready to answer, but the other…the rogue, she thought, cut her off. That was all fine, and in fact this cat was much more poetic than Swanpaw could ever be. But that circling, the way that grey tail flicked, just unnerved her a bit. And when the dog-clawed cat turned, the way she gazed so readily into Swanpaw's pale eyes…it was nearly enough to make her shudder. But the white cat set her jaw and looked back steadily. If there was a question, she would answer.
"If you look in the right places, there are several others. Not many, perhaps, but enough to bump into. Whether one does or not is sheer luck and coincidence." She turned back to the tom, knowing she was the one to answer his other question. "As for the gills and shocks, I suppose you haven't been here long enough to start changing. See, they're…adaptations. When I started out in this place, I was different. My paws were all black, I think my name was different, and I didn't have these." Swanpaw dropped her gaze to her monstrous claws, flexing them hesitantly. "I know about the Clans. Almost all cats around here do. I was in ShadowClan, and I think I will be. It's just that the Clans are…different. Or going to be. I think…we'll live underground, digging with our claws and living in the dark. I've seen some cats from old RiverClan that have gotten gills, and ThunderClan that can shock you, like beetle-sized lightning, with a touch, and maybe there's still more out there. I don't think anyone sticks around here long enough to know much about this place, and I'm feeling it'll be my time soon." She still looked at the ground, scratching at it. "And, ah, my name's Swanpaw. You two can tell me yours if you want."
<><><><><> word count: 407 status: yeahhhhhh notes: she felt like being chatty. also reference to me wanting to make her bio, hurrah!
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Post by Petrichor on Nov 26, 2013 22:24:41 GMT -5
A Dream to Fly As he finished his sentence, Falconwing watched as the other cat stood up and began to circle both of them. The brown cat was not afraid of her -- he had faced worse enemies than this. And if he were truly so far away from the forest, with no hope of return, then there was no point in trying to be brave or cowardly; he would die on his way back, if he wasn't already dead.
Already dead. Falconwing didn't remember dying, and he couldn't help but think if he was just suppressing a memory. Was he dead? How had that happened? How was RiverClan faring without him? How was Urchinpaw? Was Pebblestar alright?
He would never know, the deputy realized. He was well and truly stuck here either way, and the thought only depressed him. He suppressed the sadness before they could make him appear weak in front of such a predatory cat, and listened close to what they both had to say.
No time. No sun. Not StarClan, nor the Dark Forest. Gone. Forgotten. The other cat seemed to be outright gleeful as she proclaimed these things, but Falconwing wasn't surprised at much right now. The she-cat began speaking of how long she'd been there, and a chill ran up his spine. How long would he be stuck here, in the "in-between"? Was this a place where it was decided whether a cat left for StarClan or the Dark Forest? How had he gotten here? How had he died, if at all? Was he dreaming? He didn't know.
He was just about to respond when the other cat began to speak. He listened more intently to the apprentice, and with much less irritation in his eyes. She had obviously been here a while, and he was grateful for a friendly face. Not to mention, of course, that any information he could get on his current situation was more than welcomed.
The deputy had to stop himself from flinching as he looked at the apprentice's claws. Those were not natural... but according to her, they were. Falconwing had heard about adaptations, a long time ago, when he lived among twolegs. They were what creatures went through when they went through changes in territory. The cat spoke of Clans, and Falconwing wondered if this was his future, or at least the future of the Clans. The thought that they had moved baffled him, and it was even stranger that the area they had moved to would force them to change in such ways.
ThunderClan with lightning in their claws. RiverClan with gills. He imagined himself with gills and wondered how he would ever be able to live with something like that, and what kind of life would call for gills. Had fish moved so deep underwater that cats needed to dive deeper than their lungs allowed him to? It was so strange.
The deputy let all of the information settle in and regained his senses. Seeing as how he had ruined the other cat's element of surprise, he decided he might as well sit down. "Thank you for the information, Swanpaw," Falconwing began, his voice filled with courtesy and formality. He didn't quite feel comfortable around these cats yet, and if cats seemed to appear and disappear at random as the apprentice said, he probably wouldn't get the chance. "My name is Falconwing. I am... was... the deputy of RiverClan. I have no gills, nor have I observed any changes in my body, but I suppose there is room for change. ShadowClan underground... Back where I live, er, lived, ShadowClan lived among the pines."
The deputy straightened up and faced the other cat, narrowing his eyes slightly. "I never spoke of destinies, nor did I imply that I was in some way 'important' to you. If you have been here as long as you say you have, then I doubt I'm more than a flea in your perspective, just like you are in mine. I do not know what has brought us together, whether it be StarClan's will or chance, and I will not pretend to know. While your words are placed carefully and well, I can't help but feel like you're simply begging for attention, and if that is what you wish, you're more likely to catch flies with honey rather than mouse bile."
The deputy wasn't quite sure what angered him so about the other cat. He didn't like that the cat had seemed to stalk the apprentice, nor had he particularly enjoyed the way she carried herself as if she were better than everyone else, but there was something else there. A nagging irritation in the back of his skull that made him want to claw her in the face. An urge that he would ignore. He was better than such petty trifles. Wasn't he? He... couldn't remember. Who was he?
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Oh, the drama. The wonderful, wonderful drama. All of my cats are chatty lately, and I'm not sure why. It feels like I stuck them in a Full House episode and all of them get some kind of cheesy speech at the end. Bleh. Whatever. My muse is killing me and crawling out of my ears at the same time. I feel like I should get my cats to start singing or something, that'll get 'em to shut up. Stormpaw won't have none of that.
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Post by Sprout on Nov 27, 2013 0:13:22 GMT -5
- Twisted - Aren't ordinary people adorable?
The she-cat listened in silence as she continued to clean the dark mud from between her claws, taking her own sweet time and pleasure in making them brilliant white and clean once more. Triangular ears pricked with interest at the word of the adaptions, and she listened closely, eyes narrowing slightly. How interesting... she thought to herself. The sight of Swanpaw's claws triggered a twinge of amusement in her; they were nearly as large as her own. She tried to imagine the apprentice in a fight, but she really couldn't.
As the tom introduced himself, Twisted could almost feel the resentment rolling off him in waves. Which, to be honest, didn't bother her at all. She had no intention of making friends here. As he made a comment about her wanting attention, she almost laughed. Oh, how well he could read her. Or could he? The she-cat didn't move an inch while he talked, rather stared at her claws and she flexed them, pleased they were clean. Yes, she knew it was vain, but she didn't care. What's the point in being beautiful if you can't flaunt it? When Falconwing was done, she raised her head to meet his gaze. Well, if you are not blind, I guess you may be able to tell that I have none of these adaptions. When I lived, I remember ShadowClan living in pines, and I lived around twolegs. I was in BloodClan, the mightiest of all clans. And oh, did we have fun, she drawled, wrapping her long tail around her paws. Attention is something I never need to fish for, it's something that I attract. Not going to lie, oh how I love it, and baby you should see me in a crowd. She purred, grinning while she talked. As for my name, I change it as often as the seasons. I've goon by many many names, although my most recent was possibly.... Twisted. Yes, I believe it was. she stated, performing a mocking bow. Pleased to meet your acquaintance. ______________________________
Word count: 338 Notes: Sorry if she's being too much of a butt-head, but that's how she is. I don't mean to offend you or anything. This conversation is getting interesting. c:
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Post by owlishdragon11 on Dec 22, 2013 9:23:35 GMT -5
{Can I join with a cat from another site?}
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Post by Petrichor on Dec 22, 2013 14:10:00 GMT -5
(That's kind of what the rest of us are doing, so sure!)
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Post by owlishdragon11 on Dec 22, 2013 18:55:08 GMT -5
The orange-yellow tabby she-cat stumbled through the fog. She didn't know how she had gotten here. She had died in...was she dead? Or was she asleep? She couldn't remember. Her addled brain couldn't think clearly. She had a vague memory of a lake...and something about thunder. Her name. What was her name? It was...Orange...Orangepaw? No, she felt like she hd a different name. She was older. Orangefur. It still didn't sound right but her hed hurt and she didn't want to think about it anymore. Orangefur could hear very faint voices in the distance. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she had to see another cat and make sure she still...existed. Where was she? Who was she? The voices were getting louder, there were other cats in this foggy place. A name came into her hed. StarClan. This didn't sound like a place that would be called StarClan. Another name then, the Dark Forest? It didn't fell evil, just...there. The In-between.
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Post by Petrichor on Dec 22, 2013 23:57:29 GMT -5
A Dream to Fly
Oh, yes. Falconwing knew the rogues' type. She would dance around until cats were annoyed to the point of "being wrapped around her paw", and she'd be pleased before leaving them in the dust. The poor few who actually did like her would be heartbroken, but the others would mostly be relieved.
But Falconwing wasn't in the mood to play along.
The rogue spoke of not having adaptations, and Falconwing rolled his eyes as she bragged on and on. "Oh yes, you certainly attract attention," Falconwing had to try not to laugh. "If by 'attract' you mean you shove yourself in cats' faces until they have to look at you. Your voice drips with honey, and to be frank, You're nothing but annoying. But now I'm only giving you what you want, aren't I? Attention. What made you so 'Twisted', by the way? Your mother not love you as a kit? Never made your father proud? What's your Freudian excuse, cat?"
Falconwing was about to up and walk away when another cat stumbled in, looking about as confused as he had at first. His mind twinged with pity, and he approached the other cat. "Hello?" the former RiverClan deputy asked, his voice now caring and paternal rather than bitter. "Are you okay? It takes a while for your mind to stabilize itself, so it's probably best if you sit down until the dizziness clears."
Falconwing waited about thirty seconds before inquiring further. "Your name. Can you tell me your name? Can you tell me where you're from? Try to remember."
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Post by owlishdragon11 on Dec 23, 2013 2:55:47 GMT -5
After sitting down for a moment, Orangefur felt a little better. She looked up at the unfamiliar cat, he didn't look like any clan that she knew of...a clan! She had come from a clan, ThunderClan. She thought that she had led ThunderClan, but now she was here. "My name's...Orangefur. I can't remember very well but I think I came from some sort of lake. I think I was the leader of...ThunderClan? Do you know what that is? Where am I? Can you help me?"
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Post by Petrichor on Dec 23, 2013 8:30:44 GMT -5
A Dream to Fly
Falconwing sat it front of the poor cat, suddenly feeling very distant from the confusion he had known but a few hours ago. He listened to what the cat had to say, but his ears perked up at the mention of her being leader of ThunderClan. "Looks like you're gonna get 'shocks', then," he laughed dryly, referencing Swanpaw's statement from earlier.
"I know of ThunderClan. I am -- was -- the deputy of RiverClan myself. I don't think you were the leader, though. No, that was... Waspstar? Yes, that was the leader back in my forest." Falconwing thought for a moment. "We all seem to be from different places and times. Perhaps even different timelines. I wonder what brought us all here, what decided for us all to gather in a place such as this."
The deputy shook his head and stood up, lending a kind smile and a piece of advice to the (former?) ThunderClan leader. "Well, Orangestar, or Orangefur, I suppose, It's fine to meet you. Just don't take Twisted the wrong way; she's just the type of cat to get under your fur."
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Post by owlishdragon11 on Dec 23, 2013 10:09:50 GMT -5
"I've had cats that got under my skin before, I think I can handle it. You said you are from RiverClan? You don't look like any RiverClan cat I remember. I guess if we were from different timelines, that would make sense." This cat comforted Orangefur, she was afraid without his logic, she would lose her sanity in this in-between place. She stood up and looked around at the few other cats in the area. "You said I would 'get shocks.' Whats that supposed to mean? And you never told me your name, what is it?"
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Post by Petrichor on Dec 23, 2013 16:15:00 GMT -5
A Dream to Fly
Falconwing began speaking before Swanpaw, even though he knew she could probably explain it better than he. "Shocks are, um, 'adaptations'. Apparently RiverClan cats have gills and ShadowClan cats have... incredibly large claws," Falconwing muttered, giving a glance to Swanpaw's adaptation before continuing. "I'd guess that 'shocks' are native to ThunderClan. And no, I don't have gills. Not yet."
Falconwing shook his head. "I'm the old deputy of RiverClan, Falconwing. Pebblestar appointed me but twenty-four moons ago, and I was very good at it..." the brown cat stopped briefly, his eyes glazing over with sadness. "I suppose that's all over now, though. I'm not sure how I got here, but I'm not in RiverClan anymore. I wonder who the new deputy is... I hope it's someone competent. Pebblewing has always been one to rely on her emotions more than rationality."
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Post by owlishdragon11 on Dec 23, 2013 16:36:15 GMT -5
"Pebblestar? From what I remember the RiverClan leader was...Stormstar. I don't know how I got here either, I can't seem to remember if it's all a dream, or if...if I'm dead. If my 'present' isn't the same as what you know as the 'present' then who knows what is actually going on in the clans right now?" She paused and frowned. "Before I found you, I could hear voices and I heard SkyClan? And BloodClan? Weren't both of those clans destroyed or disbanded a long time ago?"
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Post by Petrichor on Dec 23, 2013 17:47:28 GMT -5
A Dream to Fly
Falconwing's head jerked up as Orangestar spoke. He'd never heard of Stormstar before, but talk of SkyClan and BloodClan not being there? "That doesn't make sense," Falconwing muttered, his tail flickering in confusion. "SkyClan has been around as long as any cat can remember. BloodClan only came into the picture a few centuries ago, but I'm not sure why they'd be disbanded. After Scourge was killed, BloodClan swore fealty to the other Clans to avoid being destroyed. They eventually became a Clan of their own." Falconwing sat back, immersed in the history of the forest as passed from generation to generation.
"There's also FireClan, and EarthClan. Some cats came from different areas wishing for peace from their own menace, and took territory in craggy areas and on old farmland." Falconwing closed his eyes and smiled. "EarthClan, FireClan, and SkyClan are farther away, and EarthClan, FireClan, and BloodClan are the newer Clans, but they're all Clans."
The RiverClan warrior opened his eyes to look Orangestar in the eye, but he felt like his eyes were still closed. He blinked a few more times and the feeling went away, the secondary pair of transparent eyelids returning to a higher place, though Falconwing knew not what they were, nor that they were there. "If SkyClan and BloodClan don't exist in your timeline... we must be further apart than I ever thought."
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Post by owlishdragon11 on Dec 23, 2013 18:58:34 GMT -5
"I...FireClan and EarthClan? Where I am from, BloodClan broke apart without a leader after Scourge died. They became rogues and kittypets. SkyClan was barely a clan and lived far away from the other four. Did the clans ever fight the Dark Forest cats before you were here? In my world the Dark Forest rose and we defeated them. I became leader after an amazing leader named Squirrelstar. Your timeline is very different from mine. Strange coincedence that we all ran into each other here."
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