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Post by ●Sparrow» on Apr 20, 2011 16:36:48 GMT -8
Those who will be going are: Swallowpaw of SkyClan, Mintpaw of BreezeClan, Honeypaw of MarshClan, and Ruggedpaw of MistClan.
They all will be given of dream of stary waters and this wakes them up leading them to the edge of BreezeClan territories in the moon flowers. Just because it feels like the way they should go at first, when they meet up. They can talk about the dream and one will suggest that it is a sign. Another will insist on going to look for something, another will be skeptical, and the other oddly excited.
ruggedpaw the dreamer. (one who thinks its a sign)
mintpaw the adventurer. (one who wants to look)
swallowpaw the skeptic.
honeypaw the excited. |
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Post by mystic on Apr 20, 2011 16:57:53 GMT -8
(Well ruggedpaw's not a skeptic and he's not the type to bounce off the walls. So I guess that leaves "dreamer" though he's quite mellow.
Gah, Luckypaw woulda been better)
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Post by jayfeatherfan on Apr 20, 2011 17:04:23 GMT -8
Can Swallowpaw be the skeptic?
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Post by Jezebella on Apr 20, 2011 17:13:08 GMT -8
Well that leaves Hollypaw as the excited... Yeah that's definitely her xD She doesn't like to think things through and will be more than happy to just get out of the clan territory :)
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Post by ●Sparrow» on Apr 21, 2011 13:41:10 GMT -8
MINTPAW:: the tomboy Mintpaw was usually always a light sleeper, the slightest bump from a clan mate could wake her up for a good few hours before finally getting herself to go back to sleep. Though tonight something was different it seemed like even if the largest cat could move her around she would not wake, and yet her breaths still fell even. Her slender form was curled into a ball, her nose buried into her tail, and paws tucked under her frame. She looked peaceful, and little too peaceful for Mintpaw though no one thought anything of it. In her dreams she was walking, her paws were touching cold stone though she didn't know how it was possible. Sure it could be cold from the air, but this was different it was damp. Like the sir's moisture after a rain fall was clinging to it. Her mint green eyes fell to the floor taking in this new feeling.
She felt like she should turn back, this was foreign and she didn't know what to expect. She would never forgive herself if they got hurt, wait who is they? She found her dream self glancing around for a bit, but it seemed she was alone if not for the blurred shapes behind her. She turned around eyes squinting to try and see them more clearly, though she felt something brush against her shoulder blade. She turned around, mint green eyes glowing brightly against the darkness. Though now her grey/ blue pelt only seemed blue, she glanced down at her legs as they shimmered. hello young one, do not be afraid....
a calm soothing voice mewed and Mintpaw narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. I am not afraid. she mewed a tinge of excitement in her tone as the thrill of the unknown and danger was settling into her blood stream. Tail swishing behind her eagerly like a ribbon glowing in the breeze. haha I can see that, tread with confidence then. For you are the adventurer. the voice cooed amusingly and Mintpaw flicked her tail with slight irritation, but nodded none the less. She walked into the cave before her, keeping each paw step moving at an even pace. She needed to be confident, like the voice said. She was a bit surprised by the sound of water up ahead. Water in a cave? Picking up her pace she turned to see sparkling streams running through it, the water had an odd and mystic glow about, but before she could take a single step it faded. go to the moon flowers, everything will be clear.[/i] Mintpaw jolted awake, and without thinking she got to her paws and left the den. The cold air greeted her face and the she-cat blinked back the chill. Was that all really a dream? The blue female paced back and forth in thought, whatever it was it wouldn't hurt to go and investigate, right? She had made up her mind and she headed straight out of camp and toward the meadow. Her paws easily gliding across the earth toward her familiar destination. Her ears perked forward as she the fabled moon flowers glowing their amazing colors. Reaching the patches of moon flowers she sat down, waiting.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub][/color] Your dreams can be of anything as long as it ends up with them at the cave, a voice telling them of their status. (dreamer, skeptic, etc) Them seeing the streams only for a moment before fading and telling them about the moon flowers |
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Post by jayfeatherfan on Apr 21, 2011 14:14:18 GMT -8
Swallowpaw shifted in her nest. Her eye lids flickered stubbornly, refusing to let her go to sleep. She managed to keep from moving for a few moments, before her eyes flew open and she rolled over, yet again. She had been tossing and turning since she had laid down in her nest a little after sunset, and it was now past moon high.
She sat up and lashed her tail in frustration. This was so unusual for her, as she had always fallen asleep very easily, and slept well. She licked her paw and drew it over her injured ear, feeling a twinge of pain in it as usual. Tonight it felt worse, but she didn’t think much of it.
She crept past Sunpelt and stood at the mouth of the medicine den, her usually grey eyes blending into the darkness around her, being almost black. She sighed as she crept from the den, peeking into the apprentice den. The apprentices were sleeping soundly, and there was no sickness in to air. She dared to creep to the leaders den, but all was normal all around camp. So why couldn’t she sleep?
She padded around the camp a little more, before her eye lids began to droop tiredly. She tripped as she took a few steps toward the den, but she only got halfway back, before her legs gave way under her and she feel deeply into sleep.
She opened her eyes, finding herself lying in her soft bed. She looked around at the tall structures around her, and a two-leg shaking something into a bowl. Her mouth began to water at the thought of a good meal… Wait, a good meal? Clan cats get a good meal from the forest, not their two-legs in the kitchen. The kitchen! That’s where she was!
She jumped from her bed, hearing the bell around her neck jingle. She tried to run from the house, but the two-leg tried to scoop her up in its arms. She dodged and ran as fast as she could, trying to get far away from her old home. She found a patch of woodland, and tried to catch the collar on a branch to get it off.
She couldn’t seem to get it off on a branch, but it fell off her neck easily and gently once she stopped trying. A warm breeze sprung up around her, and she flattened her ears and backed away from a light figure approaching her. It was a cat, but it had no distinct markings. It was holding her collar.
“Do not be afraid, young cat.” It whispered, in a voice that could have been queen or tom, or multiple cats at once.
She backed away farther. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“Why do you ask me these questions?” The strange cat asked.
“Is this a dream?” Swallowpaw asked.
“Follow me.” Said the figure, turning and walking away. Swallowpaw held her ground firmly, but her surroundings blurred, nonetheless.
“Stop it, what are you doing?!” Swallowpaw said, standing and lashing over.
“You ask, because you, are the skeptic.” The figure whispered. She could see they were now in a cave, and the bright figure was slowly fading, leaving her alone with three other shadowy figures. A stream bubbled at her paws, but it faded before she could make sense of it. The whispery voice sounded close to her ear.
“Go to the moon flowers, there you will find answers.”
Swallowpaw jerked her head up as her dark eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness. Her paws still heavy with sleep, she stood up shakily. When her eyes adjusted, she looked around. Moon flowers? She knew where they were. But why should she go? It was just a dream, after all. However, something tugged her unwilling paws from the camp, and her memory led them to the flower patch, where she saw a single other cat sitting.
Her nose recognized the scent; it was more than a clan scent. It was familiar, but how? She crept from the bushes, her common sense telling her this could not be anyone she knew. After all, everyone she knew anymore was in Skyclan, right?
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Post by mystic on Apr 21, 2011 14:27:32 GMT -8
Ruggedpaw
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense. Darkness filled Ruggedpaw's dreams. The same darkness that he revisted almost every night. The bright lights, then him flying forward, sharp pain filled his body. The tom sat up, panting. Then he shook and stood. He was in the apprentice's den. No, that had happened long ago. I'm alive, it won't happen again. I left that all behind. he told himself, quite firmly. Then he slowly dragged himself out of the apprentice's den and sat, staring at the sky. Stars winked back down at him. "I'm safe here." he mewed. "Nothing like that will ever happen." His eyes grew heavy as he stared at the stars, he felt the wind tug at his fur and a warmth surrounded his whole body. The breeze carried the hint of water and the scent of cats he had never met. He strained his ears as he heard a voice on the wind, a multitude of mews became clear sounds calling his name. The large tom blinked. "W-who is there?" He mewed. "Ruggedpaw." the voice called again. Ruggedpaw stood. "I am here." He mewed. "Where are you?" Then his eyes widened as the stars themselves began to move, whirling and dancing about the skies. Slowly they came down to him, forming a great silver cat with their pelts made from the stars themselves and eyes glowing like the full moon. The creature was many times the size of Ruggedpaw and stared down at him. The young apprentice stared back up at the creature. "Who are you?" he breathed, his limbs trembling and his heart pounding in his chest. "What are you." The great starry beast chuckled at his words. "Shhhh." it said. "That does not matter young Ruggedpaw." The star creature paused and lifted a paw, pointing skyward. "Look to the skies, oh Noble son of Lions" Ruggedpaw obeyed, turning his gaze to the stars. As he did he felt himself transported into the stars themselves. His whole body felt alive, this was... amazing. Clouds of light among the stars formed pictures, moving and dancing as they had done to create the star beast. Slowly a cave appeared, then a stream running through. Crystal lights bounced off the was of the cave. Then, as soon as he had seen the vision was gone. He and the star beast were sitting back in the camp. "Walk to the place of the Moonflowers, oh Son of Lions." roared the star beast. "There, shall be your answer." Ruggedpaw gulped, leave camp. But that wasn't allowed. He was still an apprentice. "Do not fear, noble one. The Stars shall guide your paws. You go with the blessing of those who have walked before you." The beast breathed on him and Ruggedpaw knew that it was meant to be. He had to, this creature must have come from Starclan to show him the way. Ruggedpaw slowly bowed his head then smiled. "I will go, as you command." he mewed. "Sleep now." The beast said, placing a paw on his eyes. Ruggedpaw obeyed and laid down. Then there was cold, and darkness. Slowly he opened his eyes. He was in the camp. Darkness surrounded him. Had it been just a dream? Of course not, it was a sign. So Starclan had commanded. So he would obey. The tom pushed himself up and walked. His eyes flicked skyward. He knew where he was to go. In a trance like state he walked. He followed the river to the moonflowers. He had heard of them, and faintly remembered seeing them as a much younger cat. Slowly he approached, ears flicking. This was where he was to come. He knew it. There were cats there. Quietly he greeted them. "Did you dream as well?" he questioned. |
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Post by Jezebella on Apr 22, 2011 14:29:37 GMT -8
Dark silence settled over the lands. An owl could faintly be heard singing his night song. A light breeze drifted over the land, rustling the tall trees gently. The sky was dark, lit up only by the half moon that rested in its depths and the stars that served as the moon's neighbors. The nocturnal animals of the forest were moving about, scavenging for their food that would last them through the next day. But the cats of the forest were quiet. Many had already settled for the night, and their hushed breathes echoed off of everything in the silent night in the forest. One clan in particular was especially quiet. They had had a long day, and now that the day's work was done, most of them were exhausted. The clan was MarshClan, and -as you could probably tell from their name- they resided in the marsh, taking comfort in the moist land that they called home.
One cat in the clan slept particularly well, especially considering the cat. She was an apprentice named Honeypaw, named after the honey color of her pelt. She was very petite, smaller than most of the other apprentices. Her pelt was short, making her look much smaller and thinner than she actually was. Tonight, she was sprawled out across her bedding, lying on her side with her legs stretched out beside her. It was odd of her to sleep like that, but she had gotten uncomfortable sleeping any other way. Her breathing was deep and even, signaling that she was asleep. The best time of day for the other clan cats was probably when Honeypaw went to sleep. She loved annoying the other cats, but when she was asleep, she couldn't manage to do that, so it was peaceful for them. The apprentice's ear twitched because of something in her dream. Her dream was oddly vivid on this night, and she probably wouldn't have woken up if the two legs invaded their camp. She was so out and engulfed in her dream, which almost seemed too real...
The sun sat high in the sky, lighting up the world with its brilliant rays. The warmth from the burning ball of gas radiated down and was absorbed by everything that it got the chance to touch. Bright green grass sprouted throughout the meadow, and a rabbit nibbled easily on a piece of the delicious grass. A very small cat sat on a rock, sunbathing in the warm light. Her honey colored pelt was unmistakeable in the light, and one could tell that it was the apprentice from MarshClan, Honeypaw. A large yawn escaped her mouth, and she rolled over onto her back, folding her legs so that her paws rested on her chest and stomach. The sun felt too good to be true, and it warmed her entire body easily. A small smile flickered across her face before she heard someone there with her.
Her eyes snapped open and she rolled over quickly to see another cat sitting on the rock next to her. Honeypaw hissed and stood, her fur bristling in anger and fear. "Calm down. I'm not hear to hurt you." The tom spoke easily to her, eyeing her wearily. He was unfamiliar to her, and nearly twice her size, but something in his voice was slightly comforting, and she couldn't help but feel at home talking to him. He was a white cat with patches of brown and black all over his body. He was not of her clan, but Honeypaw felt a small connection to him anyway. Sighing, the she-cat sat down, her fur lying flat on her back. She eyed the tom up, looking at him for any sign of aggression. She found none.
"Honeypaw. You are the excited. Take the happy spirits in your heart and go to the moon flowers. There, it will all be clearer." His voice was strong and full, and she watched as he stood as if to leave. Honeypaw's heart thudded loudly within her chest. She didn't want him to leave. He was just starting to get on her good side. "Don't leave me!" She practically shouted, but she felt as though her voice was beginning to fade. "I will always be with you, dear." His voice was also beginning to fade and the apprentice's vision was starting to blur. "At least tell me who you are!" She yowled as the scene started to carry away like sand in the wind. "I am Crowtear. I am... I am your father." His voice was seemingly clear over the rush in her ears, but that was the last she heard of him.
Honeypaw shot up, gasping for breath and looking around the den for Crowtear. Her father had died long before she was born. How could she be seeing him in a dream now? The tom in her dream couldn't have possibly been her father. No. It wasn't possible. And yet the way she had never met him, but had felt comfortable with him within a few moment of meeting him didn't support her idea of him not being her father. Then again, it had just been a dream... But... Sighing, she decided that she should go to the moon flowers just to be sure. There was no harm in doing so, was there? Taking one swift look around the den, she slipped out through a back entrance and made her way easily along the outer edge of the camp, sticking to the shadows.
Honeypaw exited swiftly through the back entrance of the camp relatively easily. There had been only one warrior on watch, and he had been half asleep. Once she was through the bushes of the entrance, she took off, stretching her body to its full length with every stride. She just wanted to get to the moon flowers and get back to the camp so that she could get some more sleep. Then again, she felt oddly excited to be sprinting through the trees away from the camp. If Crowtear was telling the truth and she would find out more at the moon flowers, then that meant she would probably be going somewhere other than back to camp. A smile slid onto her face, and she slowed down until she was trotting as she approached the meadow with the flowers in it.
She reached the edge of the trees and pushed through a small bush, nosing a few branches and things out of her way before she poked her head out, looking around. Already, there were three other cats there, each from the other three clans. Honeypaw lifted her nose up at the other cats and fully exposed her body to them. She was relatively smaller than all of them, especially the tom. Her eyes flickered to him the most, afraid that if she took her eyes off him, he would attack her. Her heart jumped within her chest with both fear and excitement, and she hissed loudly. "What in the world is going on here? Is this some kind of joke?" She asked, her soprano voice strong so that every one of the other cats would notice her and listen to her. She was not about to be ignored by apprentices from the other clans, especially since she had a strong hate for the members of the other clans. She eyed the other cats up, trying to figure out if they would attack her or not.
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Muse: Goodness it's high xD
Puppet: Honeypaw
Tags: Mintpaw, Swallowpaw, Ruggedpaw
Notes: Don't worry, guys. My posts will get shorter xD
Lyrics: Nadda
Credits: Me for the post and character.
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Post by ●Sparrow» on Apr 23, 2011 8:25:58 GMT -8
MINTPAW:: the tomboy The blue and grey pelted female sat waited, though like most things her patience for this "waiting" business was reaching its peak. She was getting rather bored and when she got bored she tended to do reckless things to peak her interests, but she decided she would wait just a bit longer before turning to that and stretched out her forelegs arching hr back as she gave a soft yawn. Glancing down at her legs she remembered how they shined such a brilliant blue, it was almost as if the grey in her fur was striped away, leaving her one solid color. It was strange to think about and she lifted her paw to the sky, letting the moon light glint of her fur. Sure the silver light set off her blue colors but not with as great of luminosity as before. Her eyes darted past her paw to a shooting star that glided across the sky, though it seemed to be going in the direction of the big tree they gathered under.
What was it called? Oh yeah Tall Roots, her paws itched to follow after it for some reason, though her paws stayed glued to the earth she was sitting on. Slowly placing her outstretched paw down her ears flicked at the sound of paw steps. paw steps? this late, and in the meadow? Her mint green optics narrowed and scanned the area, she got to her paws immediately her tail swishing behind her in an irritated fashion for a moment until she saw the tip of a light brown colored head. Still with her eyes narrowed she felt drained of her hostility, almost like this night to, was supposed to be a night of truce. Catching the other she-cats gaze she softened her eyes bit, for some reason she seemed familiar, like a forgotten memory long since put away. She shook her head, couldn't be she was of BreezeClan and that female was certainly not a BreezeClan cat. Though with the breeze it carried up a scent of herbs and mint, though the female didn't look any older than she was.
What would a medicine cat apprentice be doing here? Before she could really ponder the subject another noise coming from the northern direction caught her attention. Flicking her mint green optics over to a much larger tom cat with tabby markings. He was much to large for most Breezelan cats, and with him brought and air of fish and damp fur. MistClan? Still he didn't seem to be a full grown warrior either, and alone so she could rule out the thought of ambush. Still why was it that they were all coming toward the same spot? Alone and relatively at ease even though the moon flowers were in BreezeClan territory. "Did you dream as well?" the tom cat mewed and her mouth almost dropped. Were they all led here by the same dream?! She flicked her gaze back on the medicine cat apprentice who approached and then back to the tabby tom."You mean, you all had a dream to come here to? Of the starry streams? she questioned turning her gaze to each of the cats in turn.
Her ears flicked at the sound of more rustling and she turned her head to see a honey colored female trotting over. An excited look upon her face until she noticed the other three siting here. She lifted an eyebrow curiously and could smell the scent of the pine trees and marsh on this female. MarshClan was here to! Then that must mean the other one was from SkyClan, one from each Clan.... Could this just be coincidence? "What in the world is going on here? Is this some kind of joke?" Mintpaw turned her attention to the honey colored female, mint green eyes looking her in the face, rather calm like. "I'm not sure what is going on exactly, I was told to come here by my dream. I am Mintpaw of BreezeClan, and all of you are tresspassing." she mewed though her tone was more playful than anything, the thought of them all coming here for a reason made her heart quicken at the thought of adventure, and discovery. Her mind trailed back to the shooting star she saw, could that have been a sign on the way she should go? Or rather they should go?
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Post by jayfeatherfan on Apr 23, 2011 9:42:18 GMT -8
Swallowpaw looked the small cat over carefully. She was Breezeclan, she recognized that much. She examined the mint green eyes carefully, before looking over her blue colored fur. She just seemed so familiar! Swallowpaw twitched her ear as more cats came creeping into the clearing.
“Did you dream as well?” A tom meowed, sounding dream-like.
“You mean, you all had a dream to come here to? Of the starry streams?” The blue cat meowed, sounding a bit more grounded.
Swallowpaw only nodded slowly as she stood up fully and strode into the clearing, trying to look confident.
“What is the world is going on here? Is this some kind of joke?” A honey-colored she-cat said as she crept through the bushes.
There was a short silence, in which the only sound that was heard was the light wind on the grass. Swallowpaw took the opportunity to scrutinize every minute detail of the small she-cat opposite her. It was driving her in circles not being able to figure it out! She twitched her whiskers as the small cat spoke.
“I'm not sure what is going on exactly, I was told to come here by my dream. I am Mintpaw of BreezeClan, and all of you are trespassing." She meowed playfully.
Mintpaw… now she sounded really familiar… nonetheless, Swallowpaw decided to introduce herself as well.
“I am Swallowpaw of Skyclan, I’m a medicine cat apprentice.” She said. “I was also told to come here by a dream… it was about--” She stopped suddenly. She didn’t want to tell a bunch of strangers about her dream! “It was about starry streams as well. I was lead there by a starry cat, but I don’t know who it was. I think it was just my imagination, but now I’m not so sure about anything.” She confessed hesitantly. It was true; she didn’t know what to think of this anymore.
She cast her eyes to the moon, feeling her usually almost-black eyes turn a light shade of shimmering grey. A light breeze ruffled her fur, turning her ear into an un-naturally lit V. The skeptic… well it was true enough. She was skeptical about this whole thing, and unsure of what to do next.
She waited for anyone to talk, but mostly hoping it was Mintpaw. She desperately wanted someone to sort this whole thing out.
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Post by mystic on Apr 23, 2011 16:11:32 GMT -8
Ruggedpaw
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense. "A great beast told me to come here." mewed Ruggedpaw. "His coat was made up of the stars, and his mane looked like the silverpelt. His eyes were like twin moons. He was majestic, and bigger than me. He walked with me in the skies." his eyes were shining. "i hope this doesn't mean I have to become a medicine cat." He added, worry flitting across his face. He paused. "In my vision I saw the stars change into water that ran though a cave." He added. "I think it has something to do with starclan." He mewed. His eyes flicked over the other females. "And why is it the star cats have chosen only one male." he chuckled again, his voice a rumbling purr. "And but one near warrior male." He questioned, grinning slightly. He flicked a gaze over Mintpaw. "The Star Cat told me to come here, so I followed his command. I do not think following the command of a Star Cat is tresspassing, for it is here that we were commanded to meet. It is a sign from above. I know this much, for the creature I met was one of great power and magic. We should follow the command we were given. For surely it must be something of great importance." |
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