1x1 between Lemon Tea Rain and Alpha*

[Alpha*]

A warrior cat rp.

We will follow the rules

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Rules

-All Tess's rules apply
-No being your own Mate or Mentor
-No forced breeding/Mating
-Timeskip or Fade to black when Mating/Birthing, or take it to PM if you desire
-Don't kill someone else cat(s) without asking the owner first
-All cats have to die at some point, and any who do will go to Starclan, or the Dark Forest
-When talking in OOC (Out of Character) Use (e.g) {e.g} or [e.g] Please
-Please don't fight in OOC
-This Rp Is not Semi-Literate, but please write at least a line ^^

Have fun! ^^
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Glossary

Pine Tar: the sap from pine trees,
Crow-food: rotting food
Fox dung: an insult; stronger offense then mouse-brain
Fresh-kill: recently killed prey
Gatherings: a meeting the clan will have every full moon to discuss what’s done and not done and so on.
Greencough: severe chest infection, which can be fatal in elders and young kits
Greenleaf: summer
Greenleaf Twolegplace:a place where humans visit only in the summer
Halfbridge: dock
Horseplace: fields and stables near the lake where half-tamed cats live
Housefolk: a house cat’s word for human
Kittypet: a house cat
Leaf-bare: winter
Leaf-fall: autumn/fall
Loner: a cat that lives peacefully on its own in one place but doesn’t defend its territory
Monster: usually refers to human machines such as bulldozers or cars
Moonhigh: the time at night when the moon is highest — often midnight
Mouse-brained: not very smart
Mouse dung: an insult; stronger then mouse-brain, but less offensive than fox dung
Newleaf: spring
Nofurs: another word for humans
One moon: one month (half moon = two weeks, quarter moon = one week)
Rogue: a potentially hostile cat who lives outside the Clan and never spends too long in one place
Sharing tongues: term used to describe cats grooming each other
Silverpelt: the Milky Way
Sun-drown-place: the sea to the west, where the sunsets
Sunhigh: noon
Thunderpath: a road
Tree-eater: a bulldozer
Twoleg nest: human house
Twolegplace: human town
Twolegs: the Clan word for humans
Upwalkers: another word for humans
Whitecough: mild chest infection
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The Warrior Code

1. Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan.
2. Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory.
3. Elders, Queens, and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. If any warrior or apprentice is sick, they may eat while the elders, queens, and kits are eating.
4. Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.
5. A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice.
6. Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name.
7. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice.
8. The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies or retires.
9. After the death or retirement of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh.
10. Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats.
11. No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan.
12. The word of the Clan leader is law.
13. An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his/her battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or it is necessary for self-defense.
14. A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet.
15. Medicine cats may not have a mate or kits.

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Herbs/ Plants


Poppy seeds - used to numb pain
Cobwebs - used to stop bleeding
Feverfew - used to cool feverish cats and treat head pain
Borage leaves - used to treat fevers
Marigold - used to treat infection and heal wounds and sores
Horsetail - used to treat infected wounds
Burdock root - used to treat infections, especially rat bites
Chervil (root) - used to treat infections
Wild garlic - rolling in this can help to keep out infection
Coltsfoot - used to treat kittencough
Catnip - used to treat blackcough, whitecough, and greencough, and can help to relax a cat
Chickweed - used to help treat greencough
Tansy - used to treat coughs
Thyme - used to calm a cat
Camomile - used to calm a cat
Juniper berries - used to treat bellyache
Chervil - used to treat bellyache
Water mint - used to treat bellyache
Daisy leaves - used to treat aching joints
Comfrey - used to treat broken bones
Nettle leaves - used to treat swelling
Celadine - used to treat ailments of the eyes
Snakeroot - used to counter poison
Honey - used to treat sore throats
Mouse bile - used to remove parasites from a cat's coat
Dock leaves - used to make a cat's coat slippery
Yarrow - used to make a cat vomit and expel poisons from the body
Deathberries (yew) - of no medicinal value; bright scarlet berries that can kill a cat if they are not expelled quickly enough
Nightshade - of no medicinal value; much the same as yew
Alder Bark: The bark is used to treat cats who get toothaches, and the pain may heal.
Beech Leaves: Medicine cats use beech leaves to carry herbs around.
Blackberry Leaves: These leaves are chewed into a pulp to treat bee stings.
Borage Leaves: It is easily distinguished by its small blue or pink star-shaped flowers and hairy leaves. When it is chewed and eaten by nursing queens, it produces more, better milk. It also brings down fevers.
Burdock Root: Tall stemmed thistle with a sharp smell and dark leaves. When the root is dug up and the soil is washed off it, it is chewed into a pulp, and put on wounds inflicted by rats to keep them from becoming infected. Can also be used on infected rat bites to lessen and heal the pain.
Catmint/Catnip: A leafy and delicious-smelling plant. They are rarely found in the wild, and are mostly found in Twoleg gardens. Best remedy for the deadly greencough, which kits and elders usually catch in the season of leaf-bare. It is also the best remedy for less deadly Whitecough.
Celandine: This herb can be used to soothe the eyes if ever damaged.
Chamomile: A small, white flower with a yellow center, this herb can be used to strengthen the heart and soothe the mind.
Chervil: A sweet smelling plant with large, spreading, leafy, fern like leaves and small white flowers. The juice of the leaves can be used for infected wounds, and chewing the root also helps with bellyache
Chickweed: Like catmint/catnip, it can be used to treat greencough though often times catmint is much preferred.
Cobwebs: Very common in the forest, put it on a wound to soak up and stop (or slow) the bleeding. It may also be used to bind broken bones.
Coltsfoot: A flowering, dandelion-like plant with yellow or white flowers. The leaves are chewed into a pulp, and given to cats with difficulty breathing or a cough. It also can be used to treat kitten-cough, as well as cracked or sore pads.
Comfrey: Large leaves and small shaped flowers, which range in color from pink, white, or purple. Its fat, black-colored roots, when chewed into a poultice, can be used to repair broken bones or to soothe wounds.
Daisy Leaf: Thick, dark green, oval shaped leaves. Chewed into a paste, it can help aching joints.
Dandelions: The white liquid inside the stem is used forbeestings. Its roots can also be chewed to act like poppy seeds.
Dock: Similar to sorrel, the leaves can be chewed up and applied to soothe scratches, although it may sting when being applied to a wound, and it has a very tangy scent and taste.
Dried Oak Leaf: Most readily available in autumn/leaf-fall, the leaves are stored in a dry place, and can stop infection when applied.
Feverfew: Small bush with flowers like a daisy. The leaves can be eaten to reduce body temperature, especially cats with fever or chills. Also heals aches and headaches.
Goldenrod: A tall, plant with bright, yellow flowers. When chewed into a poultice, it is good for healing wounds.
Heather Flower: It can be included in herbal mixtures, to make it easier to swallow.
Honey: A tasteless golden-colored liquid that is created by bees. While difficult to obtain without being stung, it is great for soothing infections, sore throats, or cats who have breathed smoke. Also helps cats swallow other medicine. It is given to cats using wads of moss soaked in it.
Horsetail: A tall, bristly-stemmed plant that grows in marshy areas. The leaves can be chewed into a poultice, and applied to infected wounds to help treat them.
Ivy Leaf: Some medicine cats use ivy leaves to store herbs.
Juniper Berries: Juniper berries grow on a bush with dark green, spiky leaves. The berries are purple in color, and can soothe bellyaches, give strength, and help troubled breathing. It is also used to help calm cats.
Lamb's Ear: Commonly found in the mountains, this herb gives a cat strength.
Lavender: A small, purple, flowering plant that cures fever and chills.
Mallow: The leaves are best collected at sunhigh, when they are dry. It soothes a cat's belly.
Marigold: A low-growing flower that is bright orange or yellow in color. The petals or leaves can be chewed into a pulp and applied to wounds as a poultice to stop infection. It could be used to treat rat bites, but it's sometimes not strong enough.
Mouse Bile: Extracted from the mouse. The only remedy for ticks, mouse bile is foul smelling, and is stored in moss. When dabbed on a tick, the tick falls off. Smell can be masked by wild garlic, or by washing paws in running water. If accidentally swallowed, can leave a horrible taste in mouth for days. Medicine cats always have to remember to wash their paws in a body of water, such as a creek or stream, after using mouse bile.
Nettle Seed: Green, spiny seeds. Like yarrow, can be used if a cat has swallowed poison.
Parsley: Stops a queen from producing milk if her kits die, don't need milk anymore, or are producing too much milk.
Poppy Seeds: Small black seeds that are shaken out of a dried poppy flower head. They can put a cat to sleep, or soothe shock and distress, but is not recommended for nursing queens. They are given by wetting the paw, pressing on them, causing them to stick to the paw, and then having the sick or injured cat lick them off. Another method is to place them on a leaf, and have the sick or injured cat lick them off there. They also help soothe pain.
Ragwort Leaves: Crushed and mixed into a poultice with juniper berries, it can help aching joints. It can also be used to keep a cat's strength up.
Ragweed: Like lamb's ear, this herb, commonly found in the mountains, gives a cat strength.
Raspberry Leaves: A herb used in kittings, it could be a painkiller, or to help stop bleeding during the kitting.
Rush: This herb is used to bind broken bones. It has long narrow leaves and lavender colored head stalks.
Stinging Nettle: The leaves, when applied to a wound, can bring down swelling. The spiny green seeds can be given to a cat who has been poisoned by crowfood, Twoleg waste, or other toxic objects.
Snakeroot: The best remedy for poison, especially for snake bites.
Tansy: The tansy plant has round, yellow leaves, and a very sweet and strong smell, making it good at disguising a cat's scent. It is used for curing coughs, but must be eaten in small doses.
Tormentil: This root is good for all wounds and expelling poison. It has a strong romantic scent to it and a sharp aste.
Thyme: This herb can be eaten to calm nervousness, anxiety, and cats who are in shock.
Traveling Herbs: Traveling Herbs consists of sorrel, daisy, chamomile and burnet. Chamomile strengthens hearts, and calms cats. The other herbs' uses are unknown.
Watermint: A green, leafy plant found in streams or damp earth. Usually chewed into a pulp and fed to cats with suffering from a bellyache.
Wild Garlic: When rolled in, it can help prevent infection. Especially good for rat bites. Due to its strong smell, it is good at hiding the scent of a certain Clan, and disguising cats on raids.
Willow Bark: This bark serves as a painkiller.
Yarrow: A flowering plant whose leaves can be made into a poultice, and applied to wounds to extract poison. Also will make a cat vomit. The ointment of yarrow can also be used to soften and help heal cracked paw pads.

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Time/Seasons

Leaf-bare - the season of winter
Newleaf - the season of spring
Greenleaf - the season of summer
Leaf-fall - the season of autumn
Quarter-moon - a week
Moon - a 28-day period (one full moon to another), a month
Moonhigh - 12 o'clock a.m. (midnight)
Sunhigh - 12 o'clock p.m. (noon)

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Measurements

Mouselength- Around an inch
Kittenstep - less than an inch
Rabbitlength/Taillength - Around a foot
Foxlength - Around a yard

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Ranks/Names

Leader - the cat who leads a Clan
Deputy - the cat who is second-in-command to the Clan leader
Medicine cat - a cat who is trained specifically in the ways of healing
Warrior - a cat trained in the ways of combat; warriors defend, hunt for, and fight for their Clan
Apprentice - a cat who is in training to become a warrior or medicine cat
Queen - a she-cat expecting or nursing kits
Kit - a kitten
Elder - a retired warrior or medicine cat
Kittypet - a house cat; the term can also be used as an insult
Loner - a cat who is neither owned by humans or part of a Clan
Rogue - like a loner but causes the Clans distress or problems
Twoleg - a human
Fresh-kill - freshly caught prey
Crowfood - rotting, dead prey
Gathering - a meeting that the Clans hold in peace when the moon is at its fullest
Moonstone, Moonpool - a place where medicine cats and leaders meet and share dreams with StarClan
Silverpelt - the large swath of stars in the sky; StarClan is represented by Silverpelt
Thunderpath - a road, more specifically, a highway
Monster - a human vehicle (cars, trucks, motorcycles, etc)
Halfbridge - a dock
Twoleg nest - a human house
Twolegplace - a human town
Greenleaf Twolegplace - a place where humans visit only in the summer (a resort, etc)
Horseplace - a horse ranch or stables
Healer - a loner's or rouges's medicine cat
Wanderer - Cat who often travels

[Alpha*]

I'd say just FallenRains, for right now, for me)

FallenRains, "Call me Fell,"

Other --> : He goes by Ghost, Fallen, Fell, will be for a bit, then, FallenRains.

- He desires to be FallenStar

- "FalseOmen" (call him that and get clawed)

**the dead often call him Cursed One**
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Gender| Rare innersex; "he" is both male and female, both work.

Age| He's roughly two years old - human years. (At least that's how he appears to be...)

Rank|Loner, then.. yes, forced to be an apprentice for a bit, then a warrior.

Personality| He seems to hate everyone, instead his cold facade is to keep them safe. He seems withdrawn, and vicious, brutal...and is very sweet. He has his own moral code, and has a hard time helping Tom's. He is incredibly smart and talented, incredibly friendly after you get past his shell. Straightforward and honest, loyal. Incredibly trustworthy, he likes to outdo others as well as himself, is protective and shy, funny and hardworking as well as the first volunteer. The first to fight, and to find a solution without violence, that being said he has a certain "predisposition " for violence. He follows his own form of the Warrior Code, and very little can change his mind once it is made up.

History : His family was killed when he was a single moon old, some rogues took him away. He was born into a Clan - StoneClan- it was small, just starting out.. and betrayed from within. He was raised as a hire-pelt, a murder, a mercinary. Through it all, he remembers the warm rasp that was his mother, Arrowflight's, voice as she told him and his six siblings many incredible things and stories. He knows his sister, Wind, is dead, and knows nothing of his brother Sun. He was called "FalseOmen" when all of his kin died, considered a curse to the cats as a moon old kit he was cast out. His father, RoughLimb, was the traitor - once a medicine cat for FernClan (his mother a deputy for StoneClan)...

Extra: Through it all he has the Heart of a Warrior, and he left that place, traveling... when certain things.... manifested. It made them hate him, even if he was right every time. At a young age he learned how to heal with herbs and the "knife" (Even Healers Have To Cut), and often has... rudimentary, trial, healings.

-- This tom loves kits and she-cats - to tend them, respects elders and healers. But if you have rank? Watch out. Titles mean nothing, only what you have done that he has seen. "Respect is earned."

* On the subject of kits, he will adopt any foundling kits, he will take kits that are "weak" and try to save them. Seemingly to fulfill the leaders orders... hes loyal, to a point.

- When he lets you in... well, he lets you in. You will be the one he seeks out, and no matter if you do wrong he is at your side, behind you. He is incredibly skilled at fighting, killing, has even come to enjoy the former. He is flirty, lets put it out there - some say its because he has never had someone, ... but he had, they died, others say it is another facade to hide behind, and they would be right. He is heartbroken and lonely. A real sweethearft, funny, charming, and open... not a very good hunter though, but proficient.

Likes|Kits, she-cats, swimming, open, easy flirting, he likes to eat rabbits best, and enjoys sunning. He also likes to be in trees, it is rare when he walks on the ground.

Dislikes|Rank - lording, aggression for no reason, (although he has been guilty of it) liars, bullies, eating squirrels and crow-food, not being believed and of course... crowds.

Siblings|Wind, and Sun - but he doesn't know if the latter is dead or not, as the former is. The other four kits in his litter died at birth, and recieved no names.

Crush|"Impress me,"

Orientation: .... he is Omni. (Which is why he flirts with everyone, all the time, literally, reguardless of if they are in a relationship (though he is respectful about it, if they ask him too.. he will stop.)

** He wants kits one day, probably....Once he had a mate and four kits, they died during kitting, and his mate was murdered, her name was Birds' Shadow, but went by Bird.

Other| Fallen is visited by StarClan on a rather regular basis, he came to these Clan-Lands in the desire to warn them, and so that the dead cats would leave him alone. They have a habit of nagging him, of... not letting him eat, or sleep...

Looks: Fallen looks dead. His pelt is remnicent of a star-cats' pelt, it is many shades of gray in swirls and fletching and layers, when its wet he shines, when it is dry he looks like an earth-bound spirit.

-- He earned the name Fallen because he basically lives in trees, hunts there, fights by falling from them, etc. He has extra toes, tuffed ears, and a super long tail. This cat has blue eyes that shade to gray (almost white), he seems on the small side, aside from his height and length, as he is underweight, but he is incredibly muscled and fast. Very graceful, and long legged, usually has his claws out, even when not fighting. His scent is incredibly luring, and his voice is like a thunder storm mixed with chocolate covered gravel. Soft spoken, and slightly formal.

-- Fallen wishes to be Deputy, but is better as a Lead / Senior Warrior. He is a great leader. He will always step in to help, be it healing, hunting or fighting. Furthermore, he is often came to for advise.

** Think of him like WhiteStorm from the series

** He takes no part in killing the kits, instead he hides them from SlateStars' rage.

Allies; Probably "SheepsFeather", "Ace" , "FlameHolly" and a few others...

- His most prized possession is an old red bandana his dead mate gave him. He uses it to cover kits, to haul things, etc

Oddities; Fallen has no scent of his own, this is explained under "gender " Mainly he identifies as a male.

-- More will be forthcoming

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Name: Ice from Frozen River
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Male
Role: Cave Guard
Clan: Tribe of Swirling Snows
Personality: Ice is a firm, loyal individual, who sticks by his beliefs and his friends through thick and thin. He stubbornly refuses to listen to what he believes to be irrational orders, instead staying within his strong moral framework. He can often get tunnel vision on details, failing to see the full picture, especially when it comes to maintaining certain priorities. His protective personality can sometimes be overbearing, though is welcomed as a part of his role as a cave guard.
Appearance: Ice is a large, muscular tom cat, with a thick pelt of seal point fur that comfortably protects him from the snow. His eyes are both a piercing blue colour.
Other:
- Quite fatherly, but has never had kits of his own, and never expects to have any
- Knows of twolegs, but has never interacted with one

[Alpha*]

--- ☆ FallenRains ☆ ---

There is smoke hanging in the air (from not so distant human dwellings) low and heavy - acrid against the back of ones' throat. Cold air nips at ones' nose and the harshness of that cold in the light breeze tugs at ones' pelt, mercilessly chilling the unsuspecting to the bone. Mist hangs low, fog rolls through the trees, a few leaves scuttle and scrape across the forest floor and the small trails that animals have left over moons and years. Blue eyes cracked open, and under them - if he wasn't covered in fur -- are heavy, dark bags from sleeplessness. A yawn, and he stretches carefully before sitting up, remembering his dream. For once it was a good dream and he longs to remember it. Those had been happening more frequently, but some squirrel had chucked a pinecone or an acorn at his head, so he's awake. Squinting as he tries to remember, that is before the dead bother him. Hurry up! Get up! Move! is hissed into his ears and the tomcat wriggles into a bit of tattered red cloth. Get going already! is demanded, as if it would make him move any faster. He's exhausted .

All the same he leaves the nest he had claimed and begins walking, ignoring his belly in favor of making the noise first thing in the morning stop. I imagine that THEY wouldn't like being woken this way. is mentally grumbled to himself as he picks his way across the branches. Hoarfrost prickles at his pawpads and stings his nose but Fallen continues on his way. He'd get there soon enough. Besides... what was it he'd been dreaming about? Where is he going? Surely he would remember such blue eyes..

"I-its okay! Be happy, okay?" Is echoed in his head - he hears his own voice, frantic and pleading, paws ache with a phantome pain from claws that are currently hidden. Like having a sprained claw. "It's okay, I- I'm okay. We won. We - " Followed by a rasped question in a voice he doesn't quite remember. "Hold on! FallenRains, *please--*"

The silver cat swallows, shaking his head about the fragmented dream that doesn't make any sense. "the ice will bleed for you, because of you. Hurry... someone will die... hurry..." is intoned frantically and he pushes the dream away focusing on the sense of right and anxious directions which have him facing a cloud covered mountain.

And although he has no injuries he doesn't overly push himself, he'd get there when he gets there. It would be on time, it always is. "I didn't get a chance to say goodbye!"

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A moonturn passes as he travels from one end of the country to the other, taking the human monster they call a train, taking another named a bus, walking, swimming and once he'd squeezed onto a plane. But he reaches a city, and keeps walking, until he finds a small town, seemingly on the edge of the world and can see the mountain on one side which disappears into his beloved heavens.
Four days and nights later, when nightfall comes and goes and he pads under the waning moons light until he reaches the base of that ring of mountains.

Clouds hang in the sky, thick and heavy, ready to burst if given a poke. Clouds that hide the summit. Clouds that hide something he cant remember. The silvery cat crouches and devours a dove, shredding it's feathers which would go to waste as he has very little intention of sleeping. Especially since while his *mind* is empty, his ears are not. He is almost constantly hearing the dead -- Fallen clears his throat and stares at the mountains' peak. It would take much effort to climb. More to get to the place he has to go. How long has it been since he spoke to another? Living or dead. How long until he finds the Tribe that the dead have finally divulged the name of??

The Tribe of Swirling Snows.

The clouds don't part, the stars don't shine. The sun doesn't warm the stones beneath his cold paws. He's a blurred almost-shape in the almost light of the soon to be storm. Fallen scarfs down a small rodent that he'd caught, one he isn't quite familiar with, its warm flesh heating his belly and he wishes it were bigger. But you eat when food is available... if someone doesnt need it more. and, maybe the next kill would be more. Would be enough. Would fill the chasm that is the silvery cats' gut...

Determined he stares at the slope before inhaling the scent of herbs; Fallen rolls the bright red cloth back up around his herbs and webs, wriggles back into the false fatal wound. Would he need them? Could he stop whatever bloodshed before it happens? "i dont think we can be friends anymore, " is half remembered as he takes off at a run and then leaps the medium sized waterway. Paws land easily and he takes a few more long strides before he continues at a more... sedated pace. Why is he torturing himself? It's not like he'd remember. He never has before. It's another's life, isn't it? Someone else's memories. Right? He doesn't get to be happy.

Fallen shakes his head and soon, other than directions, his thoughts are empty. (As he prefers. )

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StoneTeller

He'd been called the Stone-Teller for far more moons than he'd ever had an actual name. Insomuch that he doesn't remember the name he was given at birth. What's worse is that the ancient feline hardly remembers his siblings, or parents. He does remember HIS mentor, the other StoneTeller. But that's easy, isn't it? They are, under Silver Pelt, one and the same, continuous and yet ending. The ancient tuxedo pelted cat shakes out his thick, but short, pelt, blinks glazed brown eyes, and rises from the nest that some cat had provided. Bits of twigs and grass stick to his pelt, but he doesn't shake it off. The moon has set and the day is young and he has a Task that the Tribe of Endless Hunting has given him. The one with ghosts who haunt his paws shall stop the ice from bleeding red, and find the rest on slipping stones, a tribe saved and a guardian hone.

The StoneTeller prods his To-Be; they'd come down to the Pointed Stones the night before to talk with the ancestors about the disappearing cats.... unfortunately they'd only given a prophecy. Only given a task. That elderly he-cat grunts, pushing the sleep deprived youngster up towards where the Tribe yet - mostly - slumbers. "They said that the ice would bleed ~" the scared To-Be is cut off, but persists stubbornly, "What do you think that means?" Is asked, "and the not so strange beast a haven to keep, keen of the eye yet lost and unkeep?"

"Hush young to-be, there is time when the sun shines. Rest now." Cowed the to-be scuttles to her nest and goes to sleep. Then, the StoneTeller goes to his own nest. The task would wait....

The ghost is on his way.

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A cave guard pauses on their journey, orange tipped ears flick as they listen. Then, hare in jaws, continues with the two prey hunters and other guard back to the Tribe. They take the rear... but pause on the way again.

Only three return to the Tribe.

[Lemon Tea Rain]

As Ice from Frozen River padded through the snow laid out at the mountain's peak, following a small patrol of prey-hunters, he couldn't help but be lost in his thoughts. He often was, these days, as he tried fruitlessly to interpret the thoughts that came to mind.

He had never particularly had a strong connection to the tribe of endless hunting, but he knew he had some odd thread connecting him to something. Occasionally, he'd see something that he'd never seen before, that he'd never even heard of... And yet, he'd be filled with familiarity and a sense of knowledge being there, yet just out of his reach. Always out of reach. And his dreams! In his dreams, he followed the pawsteps of a life he'd never lived. They were always as fragile as dewdrops, shaken from his mind by the time he awoke, but those dreams... He desperately longed after the odd warmth they gave him.

A flash of red fabric, just peaking out from beneath the snow caught his attention, and without a moment of hesitation, Ice had rushed over to it. His heart raced, excitement and worry and such an overwhelming rush of emotions rose over something so insignificant, that he didn't even pause to question why his paws had carried him over there until he was stood, gazing down at the material. Each emotion he had faced was brushed aside by disappointment, as he discovered that what he was staring at was a piece of tarp, not a piece of fabric... Then, the dissapointment was swiftly replaced by confusion. He'd had such a strong reaction, over what was to anybody else, a barely noticeable detail. This scrap meant nothing to him... Ice knew he'd never seen it before, and yet, he was so desperate for that scrap to be something that he couldn't even retrieve from his mind. Why was this...

"Ice?" Snowbird's voice softly called out, drawing him from his thoughts. "I don't think that's edible, as much as I'd like it to be..!"

"I... Sorry, Snowbird. I don't know what came over me." He murmured. With one paw, he swiped snow over the startling red, before he returned to the prey-hunter's side. A storm would be present soon... They should get the hunt done sooner, rather than later. Each second wasted was an opportunity to be lost to the haunting mysteries. "I won't get distracted like that again. Let's go."

[Alpha*]

He can hear soft voices up ahead. Voices in his path. Ones he doesnt quite recognize. Voices.... and he stills, nothing more than a stone covered in snow as he tries to decide what to do. He could go around. He could wait them out - here at the outskirts of their territory.. Rocks - boulders really- obscure him from view, and the silvery cat watches the group disappear before he continues to pad on his way. A lingering scent catches his attention, bringing the memories of a bit of travel for... for someone. Who is he to search for now? the ice will bleed for you. Because of you. He takes a deep breath, as if in doing so he could keep that scent with him, and then he continues his solitary journey. someone will die. Hurry.

The storm breaks, eddys of snowflakes dance from the clouds, muffeling lower sounds, sending prey to den. *Wooooooo! Urooo!* is a lone voice, *Aaawoooooo!* blue eyes look around at the sound, curious over what canine is making such racket. Another, more distant one sounds. Then there's a whole group of voices in the distance and just one somewhat nearby. *Wooooo! Aah-ah-Wooo!* he flicks his ears about, as if they're lying to him. He COULD go in the opposite direction, but what's pulling him towards the sound of danger?? (Even without the voices of the dead in his ears, in his head.) A second voice joins the first in proximity. So two canines are between he and his goal. Between the Tribe members and their prey too.

"Watch out!" Is cried loudly by some gray and white patched cat, a he-cat, and Fallens' curiosity perks. Had the wolf gotten ahead of him somehow?? Caught another? It must have Because there's a tan shape slavering down at the four or five - definitely five - cats who must be hunting for the Tribe. Then, a darker brown one is beside it; . Those keen blue eyes watch as two cats - a gray and white and a tabby take off the way they'd come and as the wolf leaps for the tiny - probably young - she-cat who also scrambles for purchase on the ice and stone before running from the hungry wolf. He spots as a dark colored calico is snapped into brown jaws and he winces. But.. with that white cat, and that siamese point they should have that handled. No, it's the cub who needs help ..... This isnt my fight. I should just keep going. BUT-

One cave guard can't fight both wolves off. Why hadn't they all run? Or all fought together? Fools.

Fallen thinks to himself, his eyes wide and uncertain.... but even as he watches the to-bes' leg get snapped while hes been destracted. Leaf and Star! Her cry of pain and fear causes the color to bleed from his gaze and he launches himself forward, clawing at the wolf's eye and nose in an attempt to get the wolfs' attention. That scent - He smothers the pang of worry for the scent of someone he doesn't really remember.Not my memory... His distraction to the beast - as it yelps in pain and snarls anger (it doesn't let the to-be go,) but the wolf turns its attention from the young cat Ember, (is supplied by the dead) and it gives chase to the silver spectre. The ghost cat doesn't know exactly when during the chase that the almost a kit aged she-cat is dropped... but he DOES know when the wolf snaps at his heels and he turns his head not-quite happy to notice that the other cats are safe, or at least they wouldn't die. He hisses.

Snow is falling heavier and heavier as he darts towards a cliff that long-since he's stopped questioning the prompts and directing. He turns again, spitting at that raving beast who hunts him before heading straight for the cliff that he can't see. Almost to the edge... It's a young wolf, starving and lean, that he fights... eventually FallenRains tricks it and it slips off the side of the cliff, almost taking himself with it. He pauses, panting heavy clouds of hot breath. He wasn't supposed to fight the wolf. Wasn't supposed to turn from the territory. Wasn't supposed to do anything but deliver his message. Right??

But he is always where he is supposed to be; isn't he?; He's padding back the way he'd come when he spots this... this ...this Ember who had finally stopped trying to run, had been dropped, who is pitifully trying to drag herself back to whereever shes from. This kit who is fragile. This kit who needs someone - The kit who fights unconsciousness in the snow, who is bleeding out. And sure, he should tend his bite, his lacerations, ... should take care of his own self first. But its a kit and he doesnt stop to think after that of his own survival.

That hard edge to his expression softens and he moves down the slope where she had rolled and to her side. Fallen removes his red cloth and sets to work mending injuries with herbs and webs and frowns to himself as she goes unconscious. It's better to work while she's unaware, bone setting is agony; the silver spectre uses what he had carried for so far - Thyme, comfrey, burdock and chervil, dead nettle leaves, goldenrod, lamb's ear, ragwort Leaves, tormentil, and juniper, Stinging Nettle, dried oak leaves and finally he windes willow Bark and rushes and webs around those injuries. What he would give for some rhubarb! Unfortunately its a summer plant, one typically grown by humans, and it doesnt... store... well. Still, he'd also like a few herbs that are rarely used and found. Ones for bloodloss. Ones for shock. Would the cub survive? He could do his best but the storm --

Is it too much bloodloss? Too much pain? Would she die? Of course, if left in the snow she would die. is thought ruefully, as if he hasnt lived through worse. But hes older, isnt he? Stronger. Been through so very much. He doesn't need herbs. Right? Besides he doesn't have anything but two poppy seeds left. i tended her, she will live.

He doesn't have someone who cares, but he IS someone who cares. He cares too much. Always had too much heart. Hearts.

He sighs and picks up the mere kit - unfortunately she's just barely too big to fit completely in his red cloth (but it is wrapped around Ember, like a blanket,); he carries her by her scruff up the ridge, to some rocks hed spotted during the chase from the corners of his eye. It ends up being an old rabbit warren. Fallen cautiously noses into the shelter that is full of leaves and old fur. It would have to do, there's nowhere better. Hes sure that the snow (thanks to the wind) has covered his and the wolves' paw prints. Covered the blood. Covered the scent of the cub, he doesn't have one of his own. So he sets her down in the pile of leaves after digging a hole in it. She'd get too cold with shock from the fight, from the bloodloss, otherwise. There's leaves on his back, on hers, all around them. When snow blows in? He doesn't worry, the snow and ice wouldn't be a problem. And when a rabbit tries to take shelter with them, unaware until its too late? Well, he doesn't pass up the meal, still, he doesn't eat it. This... Ember... would need it. The ghost drags its warm carcus into the gap between the tunnel and where they rest, another small barrier to create safety and warmth. The kill would freeze, mostly, it would keep. Curling around the cub he lays his head on his paws with another careful breath; the storm would abate in a day or so. Right?? Or he'd push forward in the storm because he has to go and deliver his message... and deliver this... this Ember.

The winds howl (he hates it) the snow is thick and its heavy now - thick and blanketing - and because of the snow, the storm, a cat can't see three paws infront of their nose .... it would be folly to try to continue traveling. Wouldnt it? Which is why he had holed up. At least for the night.

Forced the unconscious cub to hole up too. Ill take her to the path after the storm ends. He decides, letting his mind drift, the dead aren't bothering him. Her friends will be back for her. Is he doing what he's supposed to? Blood dries in his pelt, hers, his, the wolfs... as the night falls dark and heavy. Blue eyes stare into the storm, just past the kill, keeping watch - although he hurts and is exhausted. Fallen pushes a small poppy seed down the to-be's throat when she half stirs and when satisfied continues to half doze. (He's aware. Resting but aware.)

"Hey, its alright. Whats the matter? Shhh.. im not Sir. We're friends, right? You dont have to call me Sir ~ "

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When the storm breaks another day and night have passed, Fallen is pleasantly surprised by this kit who doesn't complain as much as he has known others to complain over her hurting. Instead, he had opened the rabbit and shown this Ember how to eat the rabbit, thawing its flesh with warm breath and paws. But other than a single bite the silver cat had abstained from eating - he didn't know when the storm would end, or when his questionable (though growing) hunting skills would again be called to use and hopefully fruition. No, Fallen had insisted that the prey be saved, it's pelt wrapped around it to re-freeze, (much like humans and their leaf-fall-leaf-bare-cold monsters. He HAD ventured out in a brief lull in said storm to find more poppy, but the dried and shriveled head bore only a few (three) more seeds - which he'd dosed the cub with to ensure she wouldn't hurt. His own could wait. While holed up he'd told stories to the to-be of far off places and a tribe (he had been careful to use HER lingo,) of cats who stood only as high as a six moon old kit, their ears folded like a dogs' and their pelts curled. He'd spoken of trees that seemed to grow as high as these mountains, of other trees that never lost their leaves even when it was clearly leaf bare,of stars that fall from the heavens, and eventually he told her the name he prefers.

And she, in turn, spoke with eyes shining of how she'd caught and killed her first prey, of how she was training to be a prey-hunter and NOT a cave-guard (whatever that was, it was not fully explained.) She spoke, often of how she wanted to be a lead prey-hunter, of how she wants to go home, and both his hearts hurt at the knowledge that he not only doesnt remember a real home, but he doesnt get to have one. "Soon," Fallen would say, voice low and gentle, "You will go home, soon." promises he intends to keep. This Ember the 'to-be' (which he figured out was the term for Pawling, initiate, trainee, student or apprentice, here in the mountains,) listens, seems to trust him to keep her safe, to feel better.

Once, she'd asked why he was injured, why it is that he was covered with scars. Why he doesn't sleep, why he refuses to eat. All of those questions had been brushed off with little answers like 'someone must keep watch, ' and 'I killed the wolf who attacked you, ' and the blue-eyed cat had tried to hide the pride, hide his pleasure, as those shining eyes had fixated on him as if he were special. Like he'd lead StarClan and the Tribe of Endless Hunting and all the others in some mighty, Rightious battle and won. As if he were something besides flesh and blood and fur and a giant mistake (as he'd always been told, as he has slowly come to think of himself as.) She's looking at him like he's holy and he doesnt know how to handle the uncomfortable surge of warmth in his chest when he realizes that's the meaning of glint in her eyes. You're nothing but what Rolyuk made of you, nothing without being of Service. Once, Ember had begged him to teach her to fight... but he doesn't. She's hurt. He doesn't want to hurt her, and he tells her that he would if she were better...then Fallen encourages the cub to sleep more often than he talks, ignoring the way she'd grumble and twitch, ignoring all the attempting to start a conversation.

So, when the storm breaks fully, and clears off Fallen drags himself stiffly from the den, greatful, and then pulls her from the nest too. The silver cat swallows dryly at her staring and tries to ignore it. "You can't walk that far, pawling." Is informed cooly, stopping her from trying to make her way up the ridge, his usual mask in effect (to hide behind when he doesn't know how to handle things, to hide his insecurities.) "Eat." Is ordered, passing the poppy seed over on his pawpad - its the second to last one.
But if he's *careful * she should be home with her StoneTeller the apparent leader and healer soon, with more herbs than he could find and more cats who care. It's a relief when she simply complies without argument, rough tongue tickling his pawpad. Then, while shes still standing, he wriggles under her until the young cat is draped over his shoulders (bound by the cloth to his back) and then he sets off.

The dead in his ears murmur the information he needs, and the travel back to where the wolves had fought the cats would only take him two hours to reach - sun high - unless he runs. Had he really run so far? of course, the dead say coyly - no, smugly, We aided your flight, bolstered your strength.

And Fallen almost says a thank you until their next words, We aren't done with you yet you know. You still have prophecies to thwart and others to fulfill. You WILL do as youre told... their matter-of-fact tone makes him grit his teeth before he grunts and keeps walking, ignoring the snore in his ear, and the pain in his side, watching the distinct and distant wheeling of a bird of prey. Fallen blinks, paws continuing moving at a steady pace. When they arrive at that place he wonders if anyone is looking for her? He smells Noone. He sees no signs of anyone. Where should he go?

Well of course someone is looking for her, she isn't you Cursed One. (it's a paw full of claws to the face, the not-so-shocked pain that the words incur.)

[Lemon Tea Rain]

The chaos of a wolf fight is too much for any single cat to keep track of, but that doesn't keep the guilt from thundering through Ice's paws just as much as his adrenaline, as he weaved, hopped and slid nimbly on his paws and struggled to keep track of the hunting party he was there to protect. In one moment, they were a group - the next, cats were scattered everywhere.

His heart stopped as he laid eyes upon a pelt that wrenched the same breath-taking familiarity from him as the red cloth he'd happened upon before. This strange cat wasn't a part of his

Finally, he broke his gaze away from the stranger, to throw himself at the wolf who was far too close to Snowbird's lashing tail. There'd always be time to talk to strangers when their lives weren't in mortal peril.

From atop the wolf, Ice couldn't help but silently hiss his curses as he realised his fellow cave-guard turned tail and fled, leaving only him and the prey-hunters- or... A single prey-hunter now, as the others fled too - to face the wolf alone. He didn't even see that familiar pelt amongst the crowd, nor Ember.. he turned his focus to surviving this battle, rather than worrying about the others. Something had to be done.

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Ice had gone out alone. He wasn't supposed to - of course he wasn't. There was a tribe-wide ban on solo outings, and with how many cats had been going missing, it was understandable. Ice knew, however, that he needed to right his failures.. that he had to find Ember, or her remains, and bring her back to her rightful spot in the tribe. It wouldn't have been right to risk the well-being of any other cat, by asking them to follow him on his journey, so he had set out alone into the cold. Either he'd find her, or the chill would grow so harsh that he'd have no choice but to turn back.

It was only once he arrived at the place she had been lost, that Ice laid eyes upon the to-be again... Alongside another sight that made his heart stagger. "You!" He called out, his icy gaze fixed on the silver cat he knew, and yet did not know. "Wait, don't go anywhere! That to-be belongs with me... And-" he swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry. "I wish to speak with you."

[Alpha*]

(Yay!!)

The to-be moans quietly as he sets her down on a bit of stone he'd scraped free of snow, he gently nudges her into a comfortable position and pulled his red cloth back around his neck with a sigh; Fallen had just dosed the cub with the half-sized seed and thrown the now empty poppy flower head away when he's startled by someones' voice. It's not that he'd not been expecting someone, but rather that he's used to just the dead. Fallen notes with mild irritation that his pawpad is split and bleeding; but it's something to deal with later. What if he needs to fight?
Shoulders tense the loner turns and stares at this newcomer.

He is prepared to run, to disappear; the color is gone from his eyes as he stares at this tomcat, one ear flicks backwards with his concern and then the silver spectre takes a step backwards, tail coiling around one ankle. Ice will bleed for you, because of you. the dead whisper in his ears, Hurry, someone will die... leave now. Melt away like the snow. Go ... go - and whatever else they intend to say is swallowed up by this blue-eyed 'cave guards' words. Fallen takes another cautious step back and away from Ember, creating space to run away. Perhaps back to the rabbit den he'd slept in for the past two days. But then Ice from Frozen River (not that he knows his name,) gives an ORDER, and begrudgingly he speaks softly those six vile words as his will is stolen. "I see, I hear, I obey." The loners' whiskers twitch as he smells that not-quite-remembered, and not-quite-familiar scent. Do I know you? He silently wonders, staring hard at this stranger as he swallows.

Ember takes that minute to lift her head and stare with blurry vision at the cave guard. "Ice!" Says the to-be excitedly, "so glad you found me!" But she's sleepy and wavering with the herb she'd swallowed at her rescuers' prompting. "Can we go home? Please Ice from FrozenRiver?" She starts to say his name, "this is Fal--" but he shakes his head. *IF* he wanted this other cat to know his name he'd share it his-self. "This cat saved me."

The spectre is frozen because of the order to wait, and he wants to move, to LEAVE, to continue his mission. But an order is an order. Colorless eyes narrow as this tomcat comes closer and closer. What does he want him for? Why does his scent smell do good, so alluring, so much like home?? What does he want to talk to him about? Did he know about orders? Is he going to be attacked?
"stay here, okay? I'll go get her and come back. Just stay--" is remembered dully. But he mentally reminds himself that those aren't his memories.

So, who is this cat?

He doesn't let his guard down; but be doesn't show his violence either. His fur is flat, claws carefully sheithed as he steps away from the kit who is carefully pawing at him, as if she's trying to assure him that this cat she calls 'Ice' is safe. Even so, Fallen hasn't lived this long, or survived so well by giving his trust to just anyone. It's the familiarity that stays his tongue, his claws - though he doesn't understand why he seems to know this cat that she called Ice from Frozen River.

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Ice took a few calm steps forward, lowering his gaze to look over Ember and take in her injuries. "Of course we can," He responded softly, his voice gentle and soothing. "We'll get a nest set up for you, so you can rest somewhere nice and warm, while you get the treatment you need. I'm glad you haven't been lost." Taking a moment of his time, he carefully rested his chin on her head, so as to express his pride in her for keeping safe. (Even if, in reality, it is this all-too familiar tom's doing that she is still in one piece.)

Turning his gaze to the silver one, now, Ice cleared his throat. "You... Thank you, for saving Ember. I'm grateful for the time you sacrificed." He spoke quietly. "But... I know you, don't I? We must have met before. Each hair on your pelt feels as familiar to me as each hair on my own, and yet, I really can't remember us ever meeting. Who are you?"

[Alpha*]

Who is he? What is... he? The lone wanderer tilts his head a fraction, watching the newcomer with those colorless eyes, inhaling the scent off the pelt of a cat that he'd never actually met. How come this... Ice smells so familiar? of course we don't hold it against you, or him, Fallen. If he goes and someday returns he will always have a place here, so long as I am StoneTeller. is remembered in a feminine voice that most definitely is not his.
Fallen swallows at the lump in his throat, is he betraying Bird? Or... rather, would he be? His dead mate and he had never discussed moving forward, moving on. Falling in love with someone else. This Ice-from-Frozen-River is speaking almost lyrically and the spectre finally decides that he should reply, that is would be alright to reply. "The other day," is said in a quiet voice of gravel and honey, "we saw eachother then, with the wolves." But it's more than that, isn't it? He KNOWS that's what this stranger means. Knows that this stranger is talking about the familiarity. About the hints of knowledge that apparently he isn't the only one reeling from. Clips of words shared, hints on comfort given, pain incurred. Of dreams. "Erm... we ... never actually met before... at least... " a tilt of his head is allowed feeling the breeze tug at the tufts of fur in his ears and at the vibrant red fabric that doesn't leave him for long - a seemingly fatal wound. "At least not in this lifetime." humor clogs his throat a moment before its stolen by the voices of the dead to move on. That there are places to be, cats to save.

He should get going; go on the journey that is before him - this task settled. He has delivered the pawling to her group-mate (he can smell the faint scent of the tribe on her pelt, it is much stronger on this Ice's pelt) he should go and deliver his message now to someone called StoneTeller. At a-a TRIBE.) This stranger has moved too close again and he steps back another two pawlengths, unwilling to be touched. Almost... Almost afraid to be.

There's a wince across his face which has nothing to do with his injury, and everything to do with his disobeying orders.

"I need to leave, sir. I have places to be." Is spoken blandly, voice otherwise free of infliction, knowing that Maybe then he would have a bit of peace. Maybe then, on the road again, he'd understand for himself the message that is spat into his ears by the dead. Understand why this cat infront of him is so important---

But would it hurt to answer? What harm would it do? It's not like he's sticking around these mountains, at least not long enough for it to matter, he has cats to find. Ice will bleed for you, because of you - remember the Prophecy? Cats will die. Go now Cursed One. Go quickly and maybe some will live.

He has cats to save.

Whiskers twitch with sad amusement at his private knowledge and the cat knows that he couldn't deny this stranger (cave-guard is supplied by the dead) a single thing within his power to provide. And why should he? In some other life they'd known eachother. Maybe they were friends once. Maybe we were more. After all, he seems so familiar. So comforting.

"Sometimes I'm called FallenRains. " (Can he just disappear?? It may be easier than trying to understand these memories that he doesn't remember making. Easier than trying to explain his tasks and the dead. Easier than dwelling in these emotions...

[Ooc: I missed you Lemon!]