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𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝
warrior • cancer • speaking with Brightwish • in the warriors den

indentShe remembered awakening to a dark, unrecognizable camp. The ground and inky black sky melded into one, the only difference being the slim sliver light illuminating from the moon and its companions, the stars. It sat in the back of her mind as Palebird stood before the shimmering pool of water, her eyes wide and ears flattened, with both suspicion and awe. Her legs shook ever so slightly when the figure, made of moonlight and stardust, formed in front of the remaining clan cats' eyes. They spoke of danger, of zodiacs, and a quest. This information was a lot to take in, and her thoughts were now racing. A quest? Zodiacs? What was this ancient figure speaking of? Almost immediately, her head spun around, trying to assess who was with her. The calico opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn't have much time to say anything anyways, as Cinderfrost leaped at the stranger, causing then to disappear, and the medicine cat to yowl in pain before knocking out cold. Palebird was hardly able to process what had just occurred before she hit the cold ground, unconscious.

indentPalebird now stood upon a rocky shore, the pebbles crunching against each other beneath her weight. The water of a great lake lapped lazily at her paws, the green water both mesmerizing and a tad offputting. Far beyond, immense mountains towered, snow-capped and untouched. The wind was only a gentle breeze, whispering sweet nothings into the sky and the small waves of the emerald water. Part of her wished to walk into the lake, to let the cool, soothing water wash over her, and to take her. But she remained grounded, now sitting, as if she was.. waiting? But what for? Something moved along the rocks; actually, many somethings. Crabs, small and a striking cobalt blue, scurried over the pebbles and plowed straight into the calm water. Her gaze fixed upon them, almost amused by the peculiar sight. As suddenly as the crustaceans came, a voice echoed through her skull. "Your clan needs you, Young One; almost as much as I, ʷ ᵉᵎ do." the deep, slow, tranquil voice was interjected by a chorus of high-pitched, quick, scratchy voices; they were far less melodic, and she flinched at the unexpected sound they made. "Do as I instruct ʷᵉ ᵈᵉᵐᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᵗᵎ. Walk into the water; accept my ᵒᵘʳᵎ blessing. You will need it, if you are to save your clan ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉˢᵎ" She saw no face of the speakers, and their words made little sense, but the voices were more than compelling. With little hesitation, as if she were in a trance, Palebird stood and began to walk into the water. The current was strong, and now that she stood leg-deep into it, much, much colder than at first. It was then that the haze lifted, and clarity took hold. It was too late by then; the water had dragged her out till only her head remained above the water. She opened her mouth, perhaps to call out, perhaps to help her breathing, when she was swept beneath the now raging waves. Bubbles rushed out of her mouth as she cried out, and her eyes flew open-"

indentTo show the inside of the warrior's den. She was freezing from head to toe, and she was shaking down to the bone. The scent of the lakeshore still lingered in her nose, and her eyes burned, as if submerged in water. There was no way that was a simple nightmare. The dream came back in flashes, and Palebird scrambled to put the pieces together. Something with green water, and rocks and.. crabs? And she had to reassure herself that yes, she had seen dozens of little cobalt crabs racing on the rocks. And the voices; what did they say? She remembered something about a blessing. And then, cold, heavy water had seeped deep into her fur and a hungry current had dragged her under and-. She cut herself off there, giving her pelt a good shake. She needed to get up, and figure out what this all meant. Only then did she realize that Brightwish stood beside her, his eyes as bright as ever. While slightly startling, it was relieving to see a familiar and friendly face. A groan left her maw as she stretched, and swiftly she thanked him for waking her up. "I'm glad to see you alright, Brightwish. You are alright, aren't you? No bumps or bruises?" and in true Palebird intrusive fashion, she gave him a good few prods and ruffles to ensure that he was indeed unharmed. It was after then that the ruckus outside began to grab her attention, and with a frown, she turned and asked "What is happening? Is everyone alright?" She didn't entirely direct the question just at Brightwish; it was more rhetorical than anything. Just noise to fill up the hole the confusion and deep-seated fear had created.

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝
warrior • aries • speaking with Pythonshade

indentFallencloud could, surprisingly, recall the previous night fairly well. What preceded the starry figure's appearance admittedly found a way to slip her mind. But the regal, heavenly feline had stuck like dried honey to the back of her mind, and the words they spoke like flies caught within the sugary trap. The feeling of awe she felt had outshined the hostility and frustration brewing deep within her. It was hard not to be in awe when a cat made of moonlight and stars spoke to you. The aggression began to bubble over when they began to speak of the remaining clan's quest, though. They were only giving a handful of cats a moon to solve these riddles they were spitting at them? And within that moon, they also had to find twelve "zodiacs"? What even were "zodiacs"? Who was this, anyway? What right did they have to boss them around, right after the destruction of the camp and most of the clan goes missing? It took every ounce of strength in her body to not throw herself upon them and to start demanding answers. She was even quivering with anger, her jaw clenched so tight she saw stars (and not just the figure made of them in front of her). She didn't even have to hold back very long, as Cinderfrost seemed to have a similar idea, and had flung herself at the figure. A split second of shock had hit Fallencloud; of all members remaining, she hadn't expected the medicine cat to be initiating the aggression here. It was her last thought before she keeled over, overtaken by her own dream.

indentA field of stone was beneath her paws when her eyes next opened. Flat, gray, and cool, Fallencloud had never seen anything like it. It felt like slate, and when she looked around, she could see it stretch for what seemed an eternity. The only other feature in this unusual field was a very twisted, and very dead, tree. It's spindly, dark branches pointed in all directions, and it stretched as high as the heavens. With nowhere else to go, the white she-cat made her way towards it. She sat at its base, the scraggly and thick roots intertwining with themselves; it felt crucial to not touch the decaying wood, and she made sure to step over each root carefully and avoid it. As she looked up within the branches, searching for any sign of something, a booming voice had echoed through the air. " Ah, so you did come". Whipping around, the young warrior found her gaze locking onto that of a peculiar and borderline terrifying creature; a massive ram. Normally, rams and sheep and goats were creatures that would not frighten Fallencloud. But, well, this one was on fire, and she found that a tad alarming. It looked down with eyes that mimicked burning embers, and as they let out a hearty laugh, the dancing flames that engulfed their body soared even higher. "I always found your kind humorous. Alas, this is no time for humor." as they spoke, Fallencloud felt herself rising from her defensive crouch, and her muscles relax. Her gaze remained hard and serious; the stranger's tone was grave and demanded attention. "You were chosen for a reason, Little One. You better not disappoint." and the young cat took in a shaky breath. "This quest can not be complete without some assistance. Thus, I shall give you my blessing; use it well." in only a few strides, the ram now stood only tail lengths away. The suffocating heat of the flames engulfed Fallencloud, and the warmth only got more intense when they lowered their head to be level with hers. Her eyes watered from the heat, and her lungs burned from the smell of burning wood and smoke. Two fiery gazes locked for what seemed like an eternity, and then, a flash of white. She tried to cry out, but no sound came out. A great pain had blasted right through her skull, and a burning sensation raced through her body. And, just as quick as it came, it was gone. The pain subsided, and when her vision was gained, the fiery ram had disappeared, as if it had never been there. All that was left was Fallencloud, at the base of a twisted, decaying tree.

indentHer awakening wasn't a loud one, but it sure was a quick one. Amber eyes flew open, and Fallencloud's fur was standing on end. Deep, shaky breaths filled her lungs as images flashed through her mind of her vision and of the previous night. As if she was on autopilot, she dragged herself out if her nest, feeling heavy and lost. A good shake and a couple of hard blinks, and she straightened her posture and balanced her stride. As soon as she stepped out of the den, her bright stare surveyed the camp, for someone, anyone, she could sit beside. Someone to bring some normality to this new chaos. A small smile lit her face as she spotted her friend, Pythonshade. Finally, some normality, and hope; her friends were all she had, and she had so few. They had become something special to her, and to see even one was enough to lift her spirits, even slightly. She found herself biting her cheek to suppress the smile; it seemed inappropriate to show such a thing in a time of grief. Nonetheless, with a confident strut she made her way to her friend, and sat beside the tabby. "I'm glad to see that you're alright, Pythonshade. Well, physically alright. I don't suppose any of us are completely okay right now." she pondered, looking over to meet her amber eyes with her own. Pythonshade was always a bit hard to read, but she opened up enough to Fallencloud for her to like her and understand her.

[__PawPrints__]

​♍︎ Blossompatch ​♍︎ female ​♍︎ 23m ​♍︎ warrior ​♍︎ Tags: Echobreeze ​♍︎

Blossompatch had remained silent as the moonlit cat spoke. Her calico fur had fluffed in a ridge along her back as she understood the implications of what it's words meant. Then, as Cinderfrost darted forward towards it she was suddenly transported somewhere else.

Blossompatch held her breath as she was now alone in a much darker forest. The smell of the air was that of molding leaves and the skypelt was hindered by clouds. Jarred by her sudden transition she turned quickly looking for threats, Her claws were out and her tail was fluffed up to three times its size. When she finally drew in a breath it was ragged with panic. Finally a cat walked from the darkness of the trees. A devastatingly beautiful she cat. Blossompatch realized as she walked closer that the edges of her shape were rough - as though she were merely mist. She emanated a strange light, almost like a reflection of the moon that hardly shown above them. "Who are you?" Blossompatch demanded as her lips drew back into a snarl. Still the cat walked calmly forward until she was only a tail length away.

The she-cat flicked an ear looking impatient. "Sorry about this." she meowed with the most feminine voice Blossompatch had ever heard. And then she flew at her.

Blossompatch tried to defend but the cat was stronger than possible. Her jaws locked deftly on her throat. Blossompatch tried to cry out but it was stopped by the cats jaws blocking her airways and spilling her blood. Her claws flew scratching at whatever she could hit. She was blinded by fear and panic, her warrior training unable to help her. Quickly she tired. Her panic grew and she felt herself losing consciousness. Her once fierce slashes become tired swipes. The cat dropped Blossompatch from her mouth and she fell to the ground in a pile. She watched the cat walk away and sit not far off. Looking down at herself she understood why. Blood poured over her from the jagged wound in her neck. She wouldn't be walking away from this. The blackness threatening her at the edge of her vision grew and the numbness that had started in her toes spread until she gave into the blackness.

Blossompatch's eyes flew open. Her clanmates were waking up around her in varying degrees of panic or thoughtfulness. She breathed a sigh of relief. She tried to listen to what the closest clan-mate was staying but to her surprise she sounded far away and distorted. She took a step forward and nearly tripped over another cat. She froze as she recognized the pelt. It was her own. Curled up as if she was sleeping, though her chest wasn't rising and falling. Carefully moving around to the front she noticed in horror that her neck, chest and forepaws were soaked in blood.

Snapping her from her terror the feminine voice spoke from behind her. "Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Blossompatch spun instantly ready to fight with claws out, muscles tensed and tail bristling. "What's going on?" she demanded her fury making her voice crack. The she-cat sighed looking bored. "You're dead." she meowed giving her shifting paw a lick. Blossompatch's eyes grew wider as her mind scattered trying to make sense of everything that had just taken place. "I- I can't be." she spoke adamantly. "This isn't StarClan."

The she-cat huffed lightly as she set her paw back on the ground. "Not this time. Sorry about killing you dear. I had to make sure you understood your own power." Blossompatch said nothing but narrowed her eyes. She had no idea what this she-cat was talking about. The she-cat continued on, "You'll need it, if you want to succeed this quest." Turning around she waved her tail. "Be on your way then." With that she turned disappearing into the air like mist in the sun.

Blossompatch stared after her more confused than ever. Then she heard it. A heartbeat. It was slow and unsteady, missing beats but slowly becoming stronger. Then she felt her chest so tight like she hadn't taken a breath in days. She sputtered for air feeling a shift. She was still coughing and gagging air into her lungs but now she was back in her body. She could tell by the pain in her neck, the clear noises of her clanmates, and the absolute agony of losing her breath. She choked in several lungful's before she could look at her remaining clan-mates around her. Then down at her own chest and legs covered in now dry blood. Nearby she saw Echobreeze. Relieved to see a comforting face she took a step towards her feeling weak. "Echobreeze." She called her friends name weakly.

[whispersome]

— BRIGHTWISH ♓︎
Tags: Palebird | Mentions: Cinderfrost, Foxshine, Echobreeze, Blossompatch, and the clan

Brightwish stood stiffly still at Palebird’s inspection, half-stuttering out an “I’m fine—” that went mostly ignored. For the second time in moments, his fur was mussed—though he supposed he couldn’t complain too much, as it was a sign of care on both occasions. He shook himself off; a bit of soot, previously almost unnoticeable against the dark stripes of his pelt, tumbled to the ground at the motion. The movement gave Brightwish pause—weird, he thought, but his attention was drawn back to Palebird when she spoke again.

“I don’t really know,” he admited in a murmur-quiet voice, aware Palebird’s question wasn’t necessarily directed toward him but feeling compelled to answer. Brightwish rearranged his paws on the ground. “I—I didn’t wake up that long ago, and when I did, I think… Cinderfrost and Foxshine were the only other ones? More cats seem to be waking up now, though.”

Brightwish glanced around to confirm his own words. He could see Echobreeze and Blossompatch talking now, but it was still difficult to focus in on any other specific cats. Now that more were awake and alert, their pelts and voices were an even more confusing mix than they had been unsettlingly still with sleep. He understood the confusion—there was no way a situation like this wouldn’t be confusing—but it set off an ache at the back of his head nevertheless.

Now that he knew Palebird was all right, Brightwish’s paws itched to see if he could awaken more of the clan. But he didn’t see what he could do for them beyond that much—surely there was nothing within his abilities that wouldn’t be better performed by someone like Cinderfrost or Tulipmist. So he forced himself to stay still and focus on what was before him.

With a deep breath, Brightwish peered up at Palebird with wide, shining eyes. “Did… you have a dream too?” he asked. Despite how visceral it had been, how far removed it was from the pleasant dreams he was used to, some part of Brightwish wondered (hoped, even) if his dream—vision, something in him said, but there was no way that could be right—had been nothing out of the ordinary after all. He wasn’t sure what he wanted her to answer, but he felt as though he had to ask.

— MAPLEFALL ♒︎
Tags: Widowcroak | Mentions: Tigerstar, Thunderheart, and the clan

“Oh, you’re certainly not.” Though flat and undercut with something like a sardonic sense of amusement, Maplefall’s tone was, at the least, genuine. She tilted her head to either side in an attempt to rid herself of some of the pain in her neck, a pulsing tension that trickled all the way down from the top of her skull. She grimaced at the sensation. “Though I’d have said I feel as if a tree fell on me.”

She wasn’t, in all honesty, entirely sure what to do here. She had no clue what Tigerstar or Thunderheart had in mind for them now, not that Maplefall had any particular plans of obeying if their orders didn’t appeal to her. And she wasn’t all that interested in rousing any of the other cats yet to awaken—plenty of them seemed to be doing just fine on their own. Once the whole clan (or at the very least, what was left of the clan) was coherent, then she could engage in whatever in StarClan the discussion to be had here was, but for now, it was simply chaos—and not so much as the interesting kind.

Maplefall raised a paw to her mouth and gave it a delicate lick, though she soon recoiled with a wrinkled nose at the bitter taste that spread up her tongue. Hopefully the river was still running; she’d need to take a dip later, it seemed.

“What a mess,” she mumbled, shaking her head. Her memories of the events before that… dream, if she could even call it that, were starting to return, flickering at the back of her mind, but she wasn’t ready to examine it in great detail quite yet. She sat back and glanced at Widowcroak. “Aside from the ‘boulder on your head,’ though… are you feeling all right? This is admittedly—a lot.”

[tawneypelt0504]

Echobreeze
She-cat|28 moons|Cancer|Mentions:Cinderfrost,Tulipmist, Clan|Tags:Blossompatch
Echobreeze sat facing the clan lost in thought, she had managed to calm herself down after her dream. She narrowed her blue eyes in concentration as she tried to figure out what the cat had been trying to tell her. A quiet weak voice calling Echobreeze's name brought her out of her thoughts and Echobreeze glanced around before her eyes landed on Blossompatch before widening in shock at the state of her friend. Echobreeze immediately rushed over to Blossompatch "Are you hurt" She cried out nosing her friend to see if she could find the cause of all of the blood. After thoroughly checking Blossompatch, Echobreeze found nothing amiss besides a scar on her friend's throat which she had never seen before. Echobreeze had several questions about what had happened but Blossompatch looked to be in rough shape and Echobreeze didn't want to cause her friend to be in any more distress. Echobreeze sat down beside Blossompatch before gently wrapping her tail around her "Do you want to see Cinderfrost or Tulipmist" she asked gently "Or we could clean you off" Echobreeze added motioning to the pool of water within the camp. Echobreeze sat patiently next to Blossompatch awaiting her friend's response.

Lynxfrost
Tom|40 moons|Libra|Mentions:Clan|Tags:open
Lynxfrost sat calmly listening to the starry cat only his slitted pupils revealing how fearful he was. He couldn't believe that this was happening she searched around looking for a sign of his sisters or brother hoping that he would be able to find them before completing his search he felt a great pain take him over he yowled out in pain before falling asleep. He woke up and found a starry cat similar to the one that talked to the remnant of the clan before only this one had a strange mark on its chest. "Lynxfrost, you and your clanmates have been tasked with finding the twelve zodiac signs" The starry cat said to him in with a clear voice that slightly echoed in the empty space they were in "You must find them all or there will be dire consequences." Before Lynxfrost could respond he found his eyes shooting open and he was sitting in the warrior's den, he immediately rushed out to see if he could find his siblings. As he began to search for his siblings he felt a well of sadness opening up within him the longer he couldn't find him and he eventually settled down away from everyone else to get his thoughts in order. he began to dig his claws into the ground doing his best to stay calm he took a deep breath knowing that lashing out wouldn't do anything to bring them back but keeping his emotions in check would keep him from wasting precious time.

[Queen of flames]

Shadebird
she - Gemini - Dark wind manipulation - crush: Aspenfire
talking with: Mistyfern, (Riverflurry)

She sat there and watched silently the cats of her clan which were still alive, noticing the tensions growing there, it was not a bad thing, not good ones just kind of odd, which made her wonder did all of them saw this weird dream she had or something else was going on. She didn't know. Sighing this situation made her nervous and she didn't know why, no mentioning that the dream or the words the Starclan cats told haunted her mind even if she wanted to ignore them, maybe she could not ignore them, but look for answers? She didn't know. Flicking her ears back toward the warrior's den, she noticed one of the two still sleeping figures "Hey Mistyfern...uh...you maybe want to wake up, something is bothering the clan, I thought it could be better if anyone is awakened now" she meowed to her fellow clan mate. She looked over to the Riverflurry as well but was not sure if her voice blew for his ears too, as he was not that far from where Mistyfern were.

[ArtyAlpha]

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ° clan ... ᴛᴀɢꜱ ° cinderfrost, thunderheart ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ° the clan, cinderfrost, thunderheart

The sounds of her clan wailing in fear seemed to fog her mind. It grew to a dreary single toning noise. A white noise ringing in her ears. Her eyes were shot open and her mind continuously raced to consider any plausible possibilities of how her clan could manage such a task. Her ears were perked and Tigerstar seemed as if she was high alert, like a predator was detected in the blackness and smoky ash surrounding the cats. She truly felt being watched. Suddenly the shecat was broken form her fearing thoughts as she was addressed by a familiar cat. Cinderfrost, their medicine cat. Tigerstar was relieved she was still here, of all the cats Cinderfrost would be the best to find a plausible explanation and plan. But the leader was taken aback as she saw the shecats worried, almost terrified face. Tigerstar stood and lightly rested her head against the medicine cat in a calming, empathetic manner. With her eyes closed the shecat took a deep breath "We will get through this my friend. Take a few deeps breaths and show the clan than we have no need for fear." after a moment of them rested in silence Tigerstar stepped back with a tail flicking side to side wearily. She was calmer now but now way could she completely calm in such an erratic situation. Turning to the clan, Tigerstar began to really let the situation seep in as her eyes scanned their camp. Noticing her deputy along the rock, the leader trotted over, leaping up to his side and sitting down, taking another deep breath "Thunderheart, analysis?" stern and to the point. Now is no longer the time for emotions, especially fear. This was serious and now Tigerstar had composed and ready to be the leader she hopes to be.

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ° clan ... ᴛᴀɢꜱ ° the clan ... ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ° the clan

With a dull yet concerned expression, Spottedfire sat at the further back of the others. His attention mostly to the puddle but occasionally his eyes wandered along the vast scorch blackness that used to be his home. His ears dropped and he felt sad. Very sad. So many cats were gone and now they had to go save them… As he was lost in his thoughts, Spottedfire felt his eyes grow heavy. His resistance was futile as his body succumbed to a sleep induced not upon his own accord. As he awoke in a strange, almost mystical forest, it was by a river, light shining through the trees and the grass beneath his feet was so soft and lush. Mice would have a field day here. Spottedfire looked around but found no sign of life. Slowly, he stood and wandered to the edge of the river, as he peered to the rippling water, the reflection of the stars almost seemed to move, to dance. Spottedfire watch in awe as the stars then began to drift along the sky, reshaping into some form he did not recognise yet believed he should have. It was familiar yet he had never seen such a symbol before. Quickly awoken, Spottedfire perked his head up from the ashy earth. He noticed he was back home, cats surrounded the area either asleep or awake. Spottedfire let his ears drop and rested his head on his paws, closing his eyes and hoping this was a nightmare.

[razzberry]

⟣ — — 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐊

sagittarius ∾ forty moons ∾ molly ∾ ocular powers ∾ mentions: cinderfrost ∾ tags: maplefall, sparkjump

Suppressing a groan, the black feline shifted her body again causing an intense throbbing to fire up in her head. "Safe to say that we're both feeling the effects of...whatever that was that just happened" Widowcroak replied to the other molly, blinking through the discomfort raging in her temple. She was grateful that Maplefall had been the first one she saw when she awoke, after all she was one of her dearest friends, if not her closest. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings Widowcroak let her vivid hues bounce from cat to cat as she tried to piece together what had just went down. She still couldn't understand that it hadn't been a dream, when it sure as heck felt like a dream. How else was it possible for her to see and speak to a...twoleg ??. At some point after she was cast in oblivion again, she'd been visited by a creature that resembled a twoleg far too closely for it not to be one. It had held something rather large in one of it's hands, looking rather hard yet intricately beautiful at the same time. It hadn't spoken to her for long before her world was cast in darkness for the umpteenth time.

"A mess it is, indeed. Yes, besides my head and some soreness I'm alright. And you?" she countered as her gaze slid back over to Maplefall. There was a brief moment of silence that was followed by Cinderfrost's voice that broke through the clearing. Should she take what she had gathered from the twoleg from the dream...or whatever it was, to the grey Medicine Cat? "Hey Maplefall? Did you happen to see anything else besides that starry cat..thing?" her raspy voice emitted towards her friend. The black cat was at least hoping to discover that she wasn't the only one to have been visited by something strange afterwards.

Seconds after she'd voiced her question to the she-cat, another presence ambled towards them and dipped his head in greeting to the pair. Widowcroak watched as Sparkjump's molten gaze hovered over her, seemingly searching for something before she noticed the tension leave his body. Had he been worried about her? Her brows furrowed at her own idea as her own vivid orange eyes took in the tomcat's state. He seemed to be alright which was a good sign. "I'm alright now, just a bit sore with a killer headache . Good to see you're alright too though, something tell's me that wasn't a dream....as much as it doesn't make sense to me in the slightest" she answered the, admittedly, handsome warrior.

⟣ — — 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘

aries ∾ thirty three moons ∾ tomcat ∾ thermokinesis ∾ mentions: -- ∾ tags: the clan

Well that had certainly been something. To have a creature like that appear before him...and then to actually speak to him too?! Riverflurry's mind replayed the events that had only ended merely seconds ago, redrawing the image of the large white ram in all it's glory, looming over him as it spoke. There had been something astral about it, perhaps it was the way it's pelt shimmered slightly, whatever it was it hadn't been anything normal. The ram had appeared seconds after the cat with the starry pelt had sent them into the darkness, speaking of a gift it would be bestowing on him to side with the quest he and his clanmates had been given. Initially Riverflurry had been confused beyond comprehension because...how could rams talk to him now?? Although after witnessing the starry cat, he realized this shouldn't surprise him as much as it had.

Now, as he stretched his lean body out, flexing his stiff toes and straightening his tail before letting it curl in satisfaction, the stark white tomcat lifted himself to his paws. Riverflurry grimaced at the soot and debris coating his once beautifully white pelt. He lifted a paw and drew his tongue over it, aiming to lick clean the blackness from it, but when it still remained he furrowed his brows and tried again. After another failed attempt at cleaning his white coat free of the black substance, his blue eyes widened as he did a once over of his body. His white coat was now splotched with swathes black ranging from his feet and legs to his flanks, back and even a black patch around one of his eyes.

"Nooo, no, no, no - what in Starclan's name happened to my pelt??" came Riverflurry's frantic baritone voice, the fluffy tom shooting to his paws as his eyes widened further upon taking in his surroundings. "What is happening?".

[Animedere]

❝ ─── 𝙑𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 ❞
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xxxxToday was definitely different unlike other days, Vixenstep was sleeping in the den when suddenly everything started to turn dark. Confused, Vixenstep narrowed his eyes then a flash of light blinded him. And soon, a toxic scent of smoke filled through the air causing him to choke and cough, desperately trying to find clean breathable air. Hearing the faint cries of the rest of the clan meant he wasn’t the only one and this was no dream. What’s going on?! He shouted in his head, he really demanded for an answer. Suddenly, everything was quiet. A feeling of unease had entered him and everything was dark. The ink was slowly getting to his pelt and Vixenstep was rather disgusted, not knowing what this substance was. Waiting patiently, he got impatient “ What’s going on?! Where am I?! “ he thought, he demanded for an answer, looking around yet again, there were no signs for anyone. Is Starclan punishing him? Or worse, cursing him for whatever reason? Perhaps this was a dream, or nightmare, to put it. Looking around the void a bit more, the stars shining causes him to pause for a second. They looked gorgeous, could this have been a sign? “Listen to me. Hear me, hear me clearly.” it finally spoke. The voice didn’t ring a bell, this definitely isn’t a prank from a clanmate the voice sounds like no other. Even though whoever finally spoke up, Vixenstep still stayed silent. He decided to wait this about a bit, see what in Starclan's name it wanted to do with him or the others of the Moonclan. His thoughts soon had cut off after it continued to speak. “Perhaps this is merely a dream, perhaps it isn’t. You’re now alone regardless and you all are stuck here. Whether this is real or not, you cannot escape from your destiny. Your quest. You’ve all been spared of the destruction of your clan, though the reasons of the cause of this I cannot begin to explain.`` '' A quest? . . . Why is this necessary? . . “ He thought, though the voice made it clear they weren’t going to specify why the quest had to be done. Though what did it mean it spared us from the destruction of the clan? Keeping all these events in his head, he heard it speak again. “Silence! “ it cried out, then a bolt of lightning striked out of nowhere which caused him to immediately flinch back, though it hasn't harmed him anyway what-so-ever. “You ignorant souls! Listen to me if you even wish to see your clan again.” It shouted, it seemed angered. Vixenstep was frustrated, he doesn’t like to be insulted and threatened in such a way. Though it wasn’t just this that frustrated him in general, then he waited for the voice to continue. “ Your clan has not seen its last day yet, but if you wish to see them again you must fulfil this quest: Find the twelve which have the power to save your beloved clan. The Twelve Zodiacs are your only hope to save your clan. You will face a long journey and many challenges you will face. You’ll see and hear things worse and better than you could have ever imagined, but do not fall for the traps that lie in wait for you. Do not merely trust anything, yet do not run from anything either. I must warn you that one mistake could cost you…”

↳xxxxVixenstep didn’t like the sound of that, clearly they were pressed and forced to do this quest, no wasn’t an option at this point. The zodiacs? . . He should probably get more information on them with the others specifically from Cinderfrost later. He began to pause for a moment, he was still very confused but, what do they have anything to do with him or the clan? Why should he care? How is he sure that the zodiacs could possibly save their clan from this serious situation. Though, he wasn't going to fully doubt them. Perhaps they could help them in the end. “You have no choice but to accept this quest. And you should not be wasting time, as you have exactly until the next full moon to complete it.” In any normal situation, Vixenstep would have responded like “ What makes you think I have to do it? “ But in a do it or fate situation, he will be determined to do whatever it takes. Though a moon wasn’t a lot of time, he wasn’t sure if he could complete this quest with that much time on his paws. Surely asking for more time wouldn’t make a difference, so he just looked down and nodded a bit. “Do not fear. Fear is the worst thing you can bring into this realm.” It sighed, the sigh began to echo then fade. Those words didn’t really assure him much though, knowing they were being pressured to do this for the sake of the clan didn’t help keep him calm. How did they expect him to stay normal after they threaten them? Nothing made sense, does anything ever though at this point? “I will now bestow on you the blessing in which to survive this treacherous land and the others will do the rest.” He then watched as the spirit closed its eyes, before a gentle light flowed from the moon itself, casting a glow to his soul. He then felt a bit of warmth, continuing to watch the spirit fade into the abyss. “Farewell my brethren, may the Stars above light your path.” And slowly it fully faded. He then blinked staring, not knowing what to do at this point. “ I should wake up any moment from now. “ he thought, though everything was still dark. “ Any moment now. . . “ he whispered under his breath, once again, nothing had happened. Getting a bit concerned, he looked around everything to still be shuttered in darkness yet again. “ Why did this have to happen? Why does it choose to do this to our clan out of every living thing? “ he shrugged in his head. He decided to relax a bit then, breathing calmly, raging can’t help him anyways. It’s not like he could go back and do something about it. After quite a bit, he slowly was able to gain consciousness. He began to blink slowly, everything was still fuzzy and he wasn’t used to the light just yet. Slowly getting up he looked down and noticed black stains on his fur, he then looked at it in disgust. Perhaps it was better to wash it off with water, he doesn’t even want to bother tasting it or grooming it off. This definitely could have been better, he then looked at most of the clan together. At least everything was still okay, but they still had a big trip to prepare for. He felt rather confident in himself, which is pretty common but this case was a bit more different. Though he still didn’t get it, was this some sort of joke to Starclan? Just the thought of it disgusted him deeply. Perhaps he’ll get his answers from this ‘ quest ‘ that other feline in his dream forced opon them.

Or, maybe he won’t, who knows?

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❝ ─── 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙣 ❞
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i. Molly ii. 27 Moons iii. Warrior v. Pansexual | Panromantic vi. Relations vii. No Mate viii. The Clan; Shadebird, Riverflurry
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xxxxAfter experiencing the same dream as everyone else, there was a dead silence in the void. Many questions came across the young Molly, though she knew now was probably not the best time. Lost in thought for a bit, she still hasn't woken up from the dream. The ink wasn't washing off either it appears, guess she'd just have to wait a bit. After a bit more waiting, she began to her a faint voice. It sounded like a clanmate, however, it was too fuzzy to say who it exactly was. The voice was starting to get more clear, it sounded like Shadebird for sure. She wanted to answer but, she didn't know how to wake up out of this situation. Soon, she was able to gain her consciousness. Everything was light and fuzzy, but it was expected from her. Waking up slowly, she blinked her eyes a bit before sitting up to only see the other Molly and the white pelted tom not too far from her. Listening to the Molly's words, she narrowed her eyes. " You don't say . . . " She said sarcastically, she was pretty sure everyone was aware of the situation though she decided to save her unnecessary comments until an explanation was given. But first, she decided to ask a quick question. " How long was I out for anyways? . . . " judging by the amount of cats that have woken up, she assumed she was probably one of the last. " Fox-Dung. " she muttered, then examining the rest of the Clan. At least they were all together, though the one thing that bothered her was the ink on her coat. It was probably best to wash it off on a nearby river, grooming it off would probably be a bad choice. Looking back at the Molly she patiently waited for a response.

[whispersome]

— BRIGHTWISH ♓︎
Tags: Palebird | Mentions: Cinderfrost, Foxshine, Echobreeze, Blossompatch, and the clan

(see page 3)

— MAPLEFALL ♒︎
Tags: Widowcroak, Sparkjump | Mentions: Cinderfrost and the clan

Ears perking up at the sound, Maplefall turned her attention to Cinderfrost as she spoke. The devotion in her words rang true; any cat who’d overheard their… discussions in the nursery could attest to the fact that Cinderfrost and Maplefall were by no means close, but if she had to find anything about Cinderfrost to respect, it would always be her loyalty and determination.

Widowcroak’s question brought her back to where she stood, and Maplefall’s tail swished as she returned her gaze to Widowcroak’s; she found the same faint worry and confusion occupying her mind in Widowcroak’s sharp orange eyes. Maplefall took a heartbeat to process Widowcroak’s words. That hint of wariness in her tone—so it seemed Maplefall wasn’t the only one plagued by her subconscious. Should I—or we, rather—bring it up with Cinderfrost? she wondered, the thought followed quickly by: One at a time, she said—but StarClan knows the masses won’t listen to that. A flood of cats like that, or the company of a single cat close to me?

It wasn’t even a question. “Well—” Maplefall started, but she was interrupted by the blur of a bright orange coat toward them.

On instinct, Maplefall backed up—and Sparkjump needed the space, with how blatantly his worried eyes flickered over Widowcroak. Maplefall let out a quiet mrow of amusement at the clear favoritism, her ears quirking as she glanced toward her friend. “I’m fine, yes. Your overwhelming concern is appreciated,” she said in her usual deadpan. “And as for that ‘dream’ of yours… yes, I’d guess it wasn’t that at all. Widowcroak, to answer the question you asked before someone interrupted—” her gaze flitted toward Sparkjump, though there was far more amusement in it than actual malice “—yes, I certainly did, and if you had the sense to ask, I imagine you did as well. And if the three of us did, then…” Her voice trailed off, letting the implication speak for itself as her eyes passed over the remainder of the clan.

It seemed things could get interesting, after all.

“So,” said Maplefall coolly, shifting on her paws, “what did the two of you dream about?”