Post by ShinoDino first of her name! on Oct 14, 2012 11:29:40 GMT -6
Here is where the ShadowClan cats make their deliveries to WindClan. Unlike some of the other Clan, ShadowClan is giving the same amount of prey as before, desperate to keep the peace among the Clans. They will eventually notice, however, when they are giving much more prey than the other Clans. WindClan accepts the food, a bit more gratefully from this Clan because they feel less hostility from ShadowClan than any other.
Post by Fern of my <3 on Nov 25, 2012 20:58:55 GMT -6
Lynxsnow silently headed a patrol of Shaodwclanners, her eyes neither hostile nor friendly. From her jaws hung a limp vole, which packed a bit of weight on it. It would certainly help feed an elder or two. The deputy continued on through though the moors, and as they approached the camp, she set down her freshkill and let out a warning yowl so as not to surprise the Windclanners. Snatching up the prey back in her jaws, the silver-white tabby trodded onward until they came to the place where prey was given. Seeing as no cats were already there waiting, Lynxsnow gave a shrug and sat back on her haunches, singling with her tail for the others to wait as well.
The white tom with brown splashed upon his back and ginger upon his forehead walked silently behind Lynxsnow, his tail tip twitching, his jaws burdened with prey. He was always quieter these days, since he had lost two siblings in the same day. Although in his heart he knew that the Fallenwind he had once known and loved had died in Stoneclan, what had returned to them was a shadow bent on death and destruction, not his brother at all. Solisstar however, had redeemed himself, he recalled a time long ago where Solisstar had tried to kill him but he knew now, that had been the actions of a tom broken with grief, in his heart Solisstar had always been a good cat, trying to do the best in the world. Kanslar glanced to his side as a ginger and white tom padded up to walk at his side, Cometfire, the young warrior seemed to of put a gate between him and all that had happened. For he was the life and soul of the clan once more, bringing about laughter when laughter was needed, telling dramatic stories of past glory aand who knows what else. But the family knew that even Cometfire still bore scars from his imprisonment, regularly he woke the clan with his nightmares, screaming out randomly into the night while he slept. Strawberrypaw had even started giving him drugs to induce dreamless sleep and it seemed to be helping Cometfire, though Kanslar could not help but feel a cold air around Cometfire whenever he was near Lynxsnow and Coalstar, he often found himself wondering if the young apprentice blamed them for his father's death because they had not arrived fast enough. Behind Cometfire padded Hawkeye, he was the source of a strange buzzing noise. As he walked along buzzing like a bee, once upon a time Kanslar would of smiled at Hawkeyes quirkiness but that was before his brother had become a monster hell bent on the destruction of the clan and had tried to kill innocent little kits. The call that came from Lynxsnow broke through his thoughts and he jerked out of his dream like state, settling his large mouthful of fresh-kill upon the ground at his paws, he sat. Watching Cometfire whisper something to Hawkeye, who laughed aloud accidentally spitting one of the mice he was carrying out upon the ground. Instantly Hawkeye looked apologetically in Lynxsnow's direction, grabbed the mouse and placed it neatly upon top of his own small pile of fresh kill. Cometfire simply smirked and placed his own fresh-kill down gently upon the floor and sat back, his single, bright green eye running over the terrain, in a bored sort of way. Kanslar wished he could do as Cometfire did and put a gate between himself and the past, locking it away never to see it again. But the truth was he needed to find Fallenwind, he had been warned his brother was gaining powerful friends, that if he did not see to him soon then it would be he who suffered. But he dreaded acting, for even though he had disowned his brother, even though Fallenwind was not the Fallenwind he remembered, Kanslar still loved him as only a brother could. His ice blue gaze flicked up as he heard approaching paw steps and the wind brought the scent of Windclan ever closer. He saw the cheerful smile upon Hawkeye and Cometfire's face and knew he should greet Windclan similarly, so that they would not suspect anything was wrong with him, or his clan mates so he forced the tiniest of smiles to his face.
Post by Fern of my <3 on Nov 26, 2012 18:58:53 GMT -6
A white and crimson-ginger she-cat trotted wordlessly at the rear of the group. Beside her, a large white tom walked in set with the first. From both of their jaws dangled a couple pieces of prey each, the fresh-kill's tantalizing scents waffing into the air. Bloodwhisper kept her deep-violet orbs locked upon the deputy at the head, their depths burning with hatred and jealousy. Such anger pulsed through her veins, and at one point, the old warrior couldn't help but unsheath her claws and sink them into the earth with each pawstep.
Beside her, Whisperstorm let his navy gaze travel to his paws, trying to ignore the feelins of wrath his mother was obviously expressing towards his sister, and her daughter. For whatever reason, ever since birth the ginger-white mother had a strong dislike of her daughter. To match that, Bloodwhisper held an ever stronger over-possessiveness of her son, Whisperstorm. Throughout Lynxsnow's entire life, she'd had to endure horrid beatings from her mother, then hide the marks from the rest of the clan- even her father. Whisperstorm was always there to support his sister, and he shared her hatred of their wicked mother. But the large tom also held a kit-like fear, and could not escape the mental hold Bloodwhisper had on him for Starclan themselves.
"That fox-hearted wretch. She doesn't deserve to be the deputy- most days I wish to have never kitted her." The senior warrior muttered to herself, casting a sideways glance at her son, who had raised his sights to rest upon his sister. He had an unmistakeable look of pride glimmering his his dark blue orbs. Bloodwhisper let out a hiss, and drew his attention back to her. "My brave, little warrior. That should be you, leading the clan. Not that disrespectful rat." Whisperstorm parted his jaws to defend his sister, though could only make out a tiny whisper. "She deserves to be there." The she-cat let out a snort, and the tom clamped his jaws shut. He wasn't much of a talker, as did the rest of the clan know. With a sigh, he pressed his pelt to his mother's, who leaned over and gave his ear a brisk lick. I'll give her a proper ruffling up when we return home." The wicked mother decided, returning her threatening gaze back to the silver-white Lynxsnow.
Post by SpoodleDoodles on Nov 30, 2012 12:05:24 GMT -6
ShadowClan
Heronflight
The fluffy dark grey tabby and white padded along right beside her friend Lynxsnow, a plump rabbit hanging from her jaws. It felt odd, too be giving WindClan prey they should be able to catch themselves, but Heronflight agreed with ShadowClan's leaders: the pact should be held until proven faulty. WindClan claimed they needed the prey. Heronflight was inclined to believe them. But that wasn't the only thing on her mind at the moment. Her concern was for Lynxsnow, for she knew who was stalking along at the rear of the patrol. Heronflight's white-tipped tail flicked, and there was a soft answering rumble from beside her. Her brother Deepmask was there, almost floating along like a shadow, hating the exposure of the moor grass but coming anyway to keep his sister in his sights. She knew her brother was keeping an ear to Bloodwhisper, just in case.
Her gaze flickered to the several others who had joined the patrol, among them Whisperstorm, Kanslarr, Cometfire and Hawkeye. Heronflight was amazed with the youngest cat, knowing how hard it must have been for the one-eyed tom to put his experiances int he loner lands behind him. Heronflight knew the courage this took, and she would not be surprised if great things came from this young tom in the future. She was called from her thoughts as Lynxsnow came to a halt and called out to WindClan, dropping her prey at her paws. Heronflight sat beside her friend, dropping her rabbit also as Deepmask allowed his own collection of mice to fall onto the grass, his serious mask as always in place over his face. Heronflight's ears pricked as she the answering call, unmistakably the sound of Foxstar, the current WindClan leader. "Here we go."
He was glancing upwards at the sun, attempting to judge if the ShadowClanners were late, when he heard Lynxsnow's distinctive yowl outside the camp. Relief glowed in his green eyes as he made out the sounds of several cats dropping their prey onto the damp moor grounds, and Foxstar rose to his paws, signaling to his waiting warriors that they could greet the patrol. They all already knew that there was to be no fighting or arguing with the ShadowClan cats; at the moment they were their last decent providers of prey, especially with RiverClan ready to cease altogether.
Stepping forward, he froze as the world suddenly tilted around him, his sight blurring as he tried to focus, the only thing keeping him upright was the edge of the horizon as he used it to keep himself balanced. Then it passed, his equilibrium returning to him as he gave himself a brisk shake, hoping no other cat had noticed his slight pause. Flicking his white-tipped tail, the russet warrior led the way out of camp, heading down the slight rocky slope to greet the visitors.
He knew they'd see the difference in himself and his warriors. Their coats no longer gleamed, and they were no longer sleek-looking, but skinny. And not normal WindClan-skinny either. Several ribs could be seen, and the spring in their steps was gone. Foxstar hoped ShadowClan would see and note these changes without having to ask, it would be downgrading to his warriors to openly admit they were close to starving. So instead he padded across to Lynxsnow, stopping a tail-length away and respectfully dipping his head. "Greetings, Lynxsnow."
Last Edit: Nov 30, 2012 12:08:46 GMT -6 by SpoodleDoodles
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Post by Fern of my <3 on Dec 4, 2012 18:42:41 GMT -6
Lynxsnow could hear the faint, wicked voice above all the chatter, though the deputy purposely cocked her ears forward to avoid overhearing anything she didn't want to. The younger cat painful noticed how much Bloodwhisper had begun badmouthing her. Not that she hadn't before, but now it was often to challenge her position as deputy. Whisperstorm walked beside their cruel mother, though Lynxsnow felt no jealousy at the kind was she treated him. If anything, the silver tabby found that it just might be worse to have such a wicked can obsessing over her instead.
Keeping her golden gaze focused ahead at the awaitance for Windclan, the stiff she-cat was glad to have her friend, Heronflight, beside her. Though Lynxsnow longed to bury her face in the dark-grey tabby's pelt in comfort, she knew showing that weakness was now against her new character. What she had transformed into. Not to mention she needed to look steady as the other clan approached. Raising to her paws, Lynxsnow felt the chilly breeze press against her face. Giving her chest a few brisk licks at an attempt to warm up, the deputy raised her head once again when the voice of Foxstar rang in her ears.
"Hello Foxstar. I trust the prey supplies have been an aid in keeping your clan well?" Lynxsnow met the tom's bright green gaze with her own golden orbs being emotionless. The inquiring was no so much to bring up the fact of what help they were giving, but more as a bit of concern for how the other clan was fairing. With a flick of her tail, she signalled her clanmates to all place over their offerings to the moor-dwelling cats. Perhaps this will help at least one clan think past the dark history.. Setting her own prey at the paws of Foxstar, she took a step back and waited for the others to do the same.
Hawkeye's brown pelt tilted with ginger and baring faint black markings upon it grinned as Cometfire shuffled almost impatiently beside him, his prey load at his paws. The ginger and white tom at his side had suffered much, but with his bubbly personality, the wicked sense of humor and playful attitude it was safe to say that unlike most of his family Cometfire seemed determined to put his past behind him. Something Hawkeye had never been able to do, though he tried his hardest to, he put himself into situations which could either lead to his death or his living regularly to get the adrenaline pumping through his body, to take his mind off the past he hated to think of. But Cometfire didn't even have to do that, he just smiled no matter what. As they stood there he could hear the mutterings of Bloodwhisper, he saw the wicked glint in Cometfire's single green eye. Then suddenly the young, yet rather large ginger and white warrior backed up, forcing himself between Bloodwhisper and her son, Whisperstorm. He grinned widely at them both saying"Pardon me, I thought I heard some rude noises.... Maybe I'll just stand here awhile... Hey Bloodwhisper, fancy playing toss the frog? All you have to do is flick up your frog and see if you can hit Hawkeyes rump..." At that Hawkeye muttered"Hey, no fair! Why am I the target?" Cometfire grinned at that answering"Because your cute and adorable... And yet you still managed to get stuck up a tree yesterday..." At that Hawkeye saw Kanslar roll his ice blue eyes before he hissed"Hush now, all of you Windclan are coming!" Sure enough there was the Windclan scent in the air, Hawkeye's rather dark blue eyes flicked ahead and his ears flickered at the approaching sound of paw steps. Then suddenly they were surrounded by Windclan cats, his fluffy tail tip twitched and he gave them a respectful dip of the head. But then something hit him on the rump, scowling his glanced over his shoulder to see that Cometfire was stood looking rather to innocent when he had Hawkeye's attention Cometfire indicated Bloodwhisper, trying to shift the blame of the frog lying at his hind paws (which had so obviously been thrown at him) had come from her. He could feel Kanslar's ice, blue eyes burning into his pelt and was amused to see Cometfire cared little whether his uncle was angered by his actions or not.
Hawkeye
His bright blue gaze flicked between his leader and the Shadowclan deputy, his dark ginger tail flicked, he felt irritated. They had traded greetings could they not just take the food and go now? But then he heard a thump, his dark, ginger ears flicked towards the sound and Infernopaw leaned sideways trying to peer round his leader's big fat, rump as he tried to see what was going on. All he saw was the Shadowclan warrior Hawkeye gazing behind him, he had a dead frog at his paws, it lay splayed out across the ground, clearly having been thrown. Infernopaw's own gaze followed Hawkeye's and he ended up peering at a ginger and white tom who had lost his eye. The young ginger and white warrior was looking far to innocent to Infernopaw, yet the warrior was indicating that a rather fierce looking she-cat at his side was to blame. The apprentice gained a tiny smile upon his face at the sight and found a longing for that kind of freedom, the freedom to have fun.
Post by SpoodleDoodles on Dec 25, 2012 8:00:34 GMT -6
ShadowClan
Heronflight
She listened to the antics of young Cometfire as the WindClan patrol swept out of their camp and approached them. As always, heronflight marvelled at the speed and grace with which they moved. They might lack strength, but no one would deny the name WindClan was well earned. It was a moment before she realised it wasn't as flowing and swift as it should have been, but by then Foxstar and his patrol had joined them, and he was speaking to Lynxsnow. Hearing Hawkeye spin around after the thwak of the frog hitting him, Heronflight glanced over her shoulder to check on the others. Moments later she had to duck her head to hide her growing smile. It was good to see youngsters play, even at serious occasions such as this. As for Bloodwhisper.... if looks could kill....
At least Kanslar seemed to understand now was not the best time to play games. Raising her eyes, Heronflight blinked as she spotted several younger cats along WindClan's line, most notably an older fire-coloured tom looking out from behind the leader's flank, and an odd-looking tan apprentice with ridiculously large ears who had tripped over his own paws before trying to skip around to where Cometfire was fooling around. Luckily, he was stopped by another warrior. Clearly, WindClan was relaxed enough to allow the younger cats in on this trade-off.
He heard Lynxsnow's reply and was about to answer when a slight kerfluffle came from the ShadowClan ranks. Turning his head, it barely took a moment to some up what had happened. Recognising Cometfire and knowing all too well the innocent look plastered on his face, Foxstar didn't doubt who had thrown the frog despite the fact the youngster was indicating tough old Bloodwhisper had done so. A grin tugged at his muzzle, and he realised someone directly behind him was peering around him. Realising it was Infernopaw- and noting the yearning look on his face- Foxstar didn't check him but let him be. Troublesome the youngster might be, but Foxstar knew you couldn't keep a young cat locked up in a den.
No matter how much Ivystone yelled.
He turned his attention back to Lynxsnow. "Thankyou, Lynxsnow. The prey supplies are keeping us alive." He spoke it lightly, but he hoped she would not doubt the truth of his words, much as he hated to admit it. It was hard to admit they needed help, let alone admit they were back to hunting crickets to keep them alive. If only the other Clans had kept their word... He dipped his head in deeper gratitude towards Lynxsnow. He knew what they owed ShadowClan. His black-tufted ears pricked as he heard the running tumble of Harepaw as the tan apprentice joined them, and he was secretly relieved one of the WindClan warriors stopped him from tumbling head-on into the younger ShadowClanners. He signaled to his warriors that they could collect the gift of prey from their visitors. "I hope ShadowClan is well?"
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Post by Fern of my <3 on Dec 26, 2012 12:21:02 GMT -6
Bloodwhisper let out an annoyed hiss as Cometfire began to trot beside her, babbling pointlessly. She tried so hard to ignore the young toms, that she didn't even notice when Whisperstorm slipped away, offering the others a grateful smile. The ginger and white she-cat looked at the toad in Cometfire's grasp, and looked away scoffing. "Let me be, you mouse-brained twit!" The obnoxious cry of another warrior indicated to Bloodwhisper that the joking tom had let the prey fly. And then, looking up, she noticed that he was pointed to her, as if she had done it! "Let me be! Aren't you a nuisance enough already, being the son of a traitor, allowed to remain in Shadowclan?! You may as well be a traitor yourself. You deserved to loose both eyes." The fierce old she-cat aimed a blow for Cometfire's ear, though without much strength behind it. "Just like your father deserved to die."
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Lynxsnow let herself relax completely as Windclan let their friendly presence be known. It seemed that between all of the clans, the connection between Shadowclan and the moor-dwellers was the strongest, when it came to trust and understanding. The idea was almost comforting, especially considering that other things we're going on among the clans as well, weakening them all from the inside. "Thank you, Lynxsnow. The prey supplies are keeping us alive." As Foxstar spoke, a tiny spark of warmth burned in her chest. The white-silver deputy couldn't help feel content and strength in being able to hold up not only Shadowclan, but being able to aid in the survival of another clan as well. "You can rely on us to continue our support." She dipped her head politely and let her golden eyes meet those of Foxstar's, expressing sincerity.
As the ginger leader inquired Shadowclan's state of being, the well-built she-cat cast an unconscious, sideways glance at her fellow clanmates. It showed in their muscles, covered in sleek pelts that their clan hadn't been anywhere near starvation, and were healthy. Not that Lynxsnow needed to remind herself of such- she could feel the strength in her paws reflecting Shadowclan's well-being. "Our clan has been faring rather well, thank you." She kept her head held high as she spoke, though the deputy choose her words carefully. Stressing the strength of Shadowclan might be mistranslated into a hidden threat.
Swiveling her ears behind her, Lynxsnow couldn't help but to notice the humorous chattering going on, along with the smile that splayed on the face of the WIndclan leader. Kanslar hissed a command, and the deputy was grateful for the support. Though she would've liked to share a laugh with her clanmates, the hardened tabby knew that now of all times was not for joking around. The clan's were definitely comfortable around eachother, though Lynxsnow didn't want Windclan to mistake such thing for an alliance. With a flick of her tail, she briefly considered the thought of Shadowclan linking themselves with Foxstar's clan. The she-cat quickly dismissed the thought however, knowing it wasn't her place to make such agreements.
Let me be! Aren't you a nuisance enough already, being the son of a traitor, allowed to remain in Shadowclan?! You may as well be a traitor yourself. You deserved to loose both eyes.
Lynxsnow heard her mother's voice above the other's, and anger slowly began to build inside her chest. Anger and hatred. Hatred for every insult Bloodwhisper had thrown at her. Every time the wicked she-cat had humiliated her publicly. For every time she told Lynxsnow that she would never become anything. For the pride her mother never had for her, even when she became the clan's deputy. But above all, the silver deputy hated her mother the most for every time the white-red warrior had abused her. Every scratch, bash, hit, blow, and kick still burned and ached as if they'd just been given. And Lynxsnow had kept every single part of it secret, and taken every blow without a word. The only time she had ever lied to Solisstar, was when he asked her about where she'd obtained a few wounds, responding that she'd gotten caught up in some thorns.
Just like your father deserved to die.
That was the final straw. Everyone knew how close of friends Solisstar and Lynxsnow had been, and how she had never been the same since his death, and even the way she had become the sworn guardian to his entire family. Which is why those seven words spat out by Bloodwhisper hit her deeper than any other blow had, or ever would.
Though now was probably the worse of times for Lynxsnow to final break under her mother's torture, there was no way the deputy could've remained rooted to the spot any longer. With a hiss of fury, the silver-white cat whipped around and darted around her clanmates, lunging for Bloodwhisper. "Shut up, Foxdung! Every day of my life, you've abused and beaten me physically and mentally, and I won't stand for it one more day. I can't lie to everyone anymore about where these wounds come from. YOU are the only traitor here, mother. YOU are the only cat here who deserves to die!" She screeched violently, pinning the older she-cat to the ground. Feeling her mother's violet gaze burn into her fur, Lynxsnow felt only a small voice in her head keeping her claws from slashing into Bloodwhisper's throat.
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Bloodwhisper suddenly felt herself being bowled over, and shock gripped her chest when she saw who had done it. Writhing in fury, she tried unsuccessfully to squirm free. The senior warrior's violet gaze burned with hatred towards her daughter, who seemed ready to kill. A cunning thought entered into the disturbed cat's mind, and she suddenly went limp, feebly crying out. "Oh please don't kill me, my sweet. What have I ever done to you but care for you?!" With a wicked grin, she looked innocently to the cats surrounding them. To any bystander, it appeared as though an insane daughter was viciously about to attack her own mother.
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Lynxsnow's golden orbs widened in horror when she realized just what her mother was doing. No! It wasn't supposed to happen this way! When the truth was finally revealed about Bloodwhisper, everyone was supposed to be on her side, and her mother would've been exiled. Now it seemed as though Shadowclan had a deranged deputy.. which was even worse because it was all unfolding in front of Windclan as well.
If it had been any other cat Bloodwhisper had snarled at she would of got attacked, but as it was Cometfire he simply laughed at her words. His single eye glinting mischievously as he spoke so sweetly back"Aww, darling don't be like that.... Darling.... Such a grumpy darling!" But nearby two snarls went up, firstly Lynxsnow and secondly Kanslar who turned and unsheathed his claws. Hawkeye saw Kanslar spin on the spot and was instantly leaning out to grab the white and brown tom before he did something he would regret. Hawkeye had no idea what was going on, but at the sudden anger erupting around him, he guessed something had been said which had upset or angered his clan mates. He hardly noticed what Lynxsnow was saying to her mother, or how Cometfire watched both mother and daughter with a slight tilt of head. No Hawkeye's deep blue eyes were fixed on Kanslar who was fighting his grip fiercely, ice, blue gaze narrowed. He heard Kanslar snarl at him"Let me go! Let me sink my claws into that vermin's flesh! The fool who speaks badly of my family has us all to answer to!" And with one more wrench Kanslar pulled free, Hawkeye watched the brown and white tom move towards Lynxsnow and Bloodwhisper, only now noticing how the deputy stood over her mother. He also heard the she-cat's plea for help and half started forwards intending to stop the chaos, wondering what an earth was going on, when Kanslar reached the pair and spat"Get off her Lynxsnow.... Lets deal with the vermin properly.... You dare insult a member of my family? You dare try to hit a member of my family? My brother was no traitor and my nephew is more loyal than you.... Your insolence will be punished.... You mess with Cometfire you mess with me and you mess with me you mess with my whole family!" At the white and brown tom's angry words he saw Cometfire's tail tip twitch as he spoke up"Alright my lovelies... Lets kiss and make up, I'm sure Bloodwhisper did not truly mean her words... We are just tense after recent events, would you not agree Foxstar, Hawkeye?" Hawkeye was surprised to be brought in and his deep blue eyes blinked a moment before fixing upon Cometfire. He murmured in answer"Yeah.... Just tense..." At which point Hawkeye moved towards his clan mates and upon reaching them hissed"Pull yourselves together! Your making the clan look bad! We can fight and call duels and such when we get home... Until then, lets be civilised shall we?" He saw the icy glare he received from Kanslar, the white and brown tom's claws were still out and ready to sink into someones flesh. But Cometfire beamed wickedly across at him, before glancing past him at someone who Hawkeye could hear approaching from behind.