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Post by xvinn on Jun 13, 2024 1:24:23 GMT
dipperpaw (he/him) | orchidclan The camp was quiet, though it was something to be expected for the early moments before the sun peeked its rays over the horizon. Across the Clans, only small clusters of cats would be up and ready to take on the day. The rabbit-hunters of GaleClan would be preparing for their prey to be active. The deputy of ShoreClan would be waking up the cats who would ready themselves for an early dawn patrol. Meanwhile, in OrchidClan, a black and white medicine cat apprentice would be opening his eyes in order to be awake before some other cat could startle him out of his dreams and start his day off on a bad step.
Dipperpaw lifted his head, yellow eyes scanning behind him towards Ice-eyes, still asleep in her nest. A cat who had been truly patient beyond any other cat for an apprentice who was constantly on the verge of having a panic attack. It had been two seasons now since he'd moved into the den permanently, learning more about herbs and berries that grew in OrchidClan's territory, as well as those that grew in other places that Dipperpaw would one day have to find when cats were sick. He learned what each leaf and flower did, and grew more and more fond of the plants. There was something beautiful about them that he enjoyed, the way they grew and the colours that they painted the forest with, with the wonderful add on that they were never out to kill him lest he was idiotic enough to ignore their warning signs and the things he'd learned.
Getting to his paws, Dipperpaw stretched out his entire body. His front paws reached far in front of him as he dipped forward before he rolled the stretch along his spine into his back legs. His tail twitched near the end as his paws paced towards the entrance of the medicine cat's den, searching out into the empty camp in front of him. It wouldn't be long before the dawn patrol were up and ready to get moving, likely heading straight towards GaleClan's border, a thought that made the young tom's fur crawl in fear and irritation.
It had been an eventful quarter-moon. The Gathering had been held when the moon was full, and Wapatostar had been announced as the new leader of GaleClan. Dipperpaw still felt his fur crawl along his spine when he gazed upon the leader, who seemed broken in a way he couldn't entirely comprehend. But something else buzzed in OrchidClan from this news, a different energy than the profound sadness that had struck Dipperpaw when he saw the former warrior of ShoreClan. It was clear that something was brewing, something that he wasn't in on the plot of. It seemed that something was always happening in Morningstar's den, which was only intensified by the leader's newfound free time after Dipperpaw's sisters, Gracklesong and Wrentuft, had received their warrior names. His sisters had been mentored by the leader and deputy respectively, something that almost surrounded the litter as some sort of sign that they were destined for something great. Yet, Dipperpaw didn't want to think too hard into that. He didn't want to imagine himself as destined for greatness - he wanted to see himself as being destined for nothing more than mediocrity. A simple life where he could stow away in the dark corners of the medicine cat's den where no one would bother him. Unfortunately for him, it was pretty clear that such a future would never be found.
Looking skyward, Dipperpaw's ears twitched at the sign of dark storm clouds overhead. It certainly wasn't unheard of for the transition between newleaf and greenleaf to bring storms, and the black and white tom wasn't totally upset by them. Usually a storm meant that cats stayed hidden away in their dens, wanting to avoid the rain by all means possible, which also meant that they wouldn't bother him.
That being said, the apprentice had promised Ice-eyes that he would gather some feverfew and yarrow down by where the river ran into the lake around the glade. Both were often found in damp areas near the water's edge, and the last thing that Dipperpaw wanted was to get caught out in the rain. Just like any other cat - except perhaps the mousebrained ShoreClan cats - the last thing he wanted was to be wet. The thought alone sent a shudder down his spine, giving him just the energy he needed in order to get to his paws and head out of camp towards the water.
As he stepped out of camp, the sun had only just started to kiss the horizon. It wouldn't be long before it was enveloped in the storm clouds above, so it was nice to enjoy the rays while they lasted. Orange hues began to paint the ground near Dipperpaw's steps, as though they were guiding his way to where he was meant to be. Each step he took, the ground underneath him almost seemed as warm as a rock in direct sunlight. The tom couldn't help but close his eyes and enjoy the feeling of warmth on his paw pads until he nearly stupidly stepped directly into the water.
"Ah!" his voice squeaked as he jumped back away from the water's edge, shaking the droplets off his paw in annoyance. Ugh, how did ShoreClan willingly go in the water?
Dipperpaw started to clean the water off his paw. Yet, as he placed it down on the ground beneath him, he realized that the ground seemed a new colour altogether. It seemed that even the trees, wind singing through their branches, were changing in the light of the sun.
Yellow eyes moved forward, gazing towards the horizon over GaleClan as the sun began to meld into the dark storm clouds. Everything began to darken with the exception of the sun itself, which turned from its usual hues of yellow and white to a dark, sickening red. The wind passed through the leaves, through the blades of grass and along the water in front of Dipperpaw, breaking the calming waves into something more vicious. He couldn't help but stare at the sight in front of him, a bloody red falling over the moors and dancing into OrchidClan. The burst of gales almost threatened to knock the apprentice over, the scent of blood filling his nostrils and moving through his body, making his stomach turn.
Something bad was on the horizon. Something bloody and sickening.
Dipperpaw's eyes widened in fear as he crouched close to the ground, as though trying to prevent himself from being picked up and carried away. Jellyfishstar. Basilstar. Mellowrain. Cats were disappearing left and right and it was only a matter of time before whatever was carrying these cats away came into OrchidClan.
Normally, Dipperpaw's mind would have spiralled further and further into his usual mode of a panic attack. He'd be frightened that this wind was the exact thing that was taking cats away and it was here to take him away, too. But it was as though someone were speaking to him, telling him that this wasn't what was going on. This was something different entirely.
It was a bloody morning.
Dipperpaw's eyes snapped open. He forgot entirely about the feverfew and yarrow as he finally picked himself up and raced back towards camp as fast as he could move. He pounced over fallen logs with a dexterity he rarely displayed, his body filled with a great importance. He had to see—
"Morningstar!" Dipperpaw cried out as he burst into camp, heading straight towards the leader's den. More often than not, he was terrified to so brazenly speak to the leader. The idea of entering her den filled him with fear, as though he were being prepared to be reprimanded. But this was important. It was as though a new cat entirely had taken over the apprentice's body, filling him with a shameless and proud demeanour that what he had to say was worth listening to. Though as he broke into the leader's den, his eyes were filled with fear, his breath heavy and his entire body shook from what he'd seen, he still stood tall, knowing that he couldn't take no for an answer. LAST EDIT: Jun 13, 2024 5:12:33 GMT by xvinn| tracker | adopts | plotter |
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Post by desolate on Jun 15, 2024 4:56:56 GMT
 lead the masses from the ashes [attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] xvinn [attr="class","bang"]621 words [attr="class","bang"]bombastic side eye [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ The days since the gathering had come and gone in a blur. Everything was moving at breakneck speed and Morningstar was living for it. Ever since she saw that pathetic shell of a cat up on the tree, she knew there was no better time. Since the past Leafbare when the foxes made their home on the far side of their territory, they had been recovering from the few losses they had and the lack of prey that came with the russet creature's presence. Call her whatever you desire, Morningstar knew what she was doing. Her methods may not always be the cleanest, but she was going to make sure that her clan remained strong and healthy. If Galeclan was going to back themselves up into a corner under Wapatostar’s watch, then she would capitalize off that for the betterment of her own clan. It wasn’t up to Orchidclan or even Shoreclan to make sure that Galeclan was taken care of. That was all on Wapatostar, and Sparrowclaw now. If their weak leader led them astray, why should her clan have to suffer for it? She had many warriors and apprentices, all in which needed to eat, and if they couldn’t use all of their territory for hunting - why couldn’t Galeclan cough up some of theirs? After a very long meeting with Bullwasp, they had agreed that Orchirdclan needed to eat. If those foxes moved further it would become a bigger problem. While they weren’t ready to fend off the foxes just yet, they needed to make sure everyone was up to tip top shape, their time was now. They needed to make the push and take the territory by force. She doubted that there was little worth in trying to talk it over with the looming skeleton. Dawn was upon the camp, and the young leader was peacefully curled up in her nest. Starting this morning the patrols would be pushing their scents deeper into Galeclan, making it clear they were making a claim. It was only a matter of time before they would have to prepare for the counter. She had not been in action for some time, and she wasn’t going to miss out on some of this action. Sitting up she gave a quick shake of her pelt to remove the debris, carefully licking a paw before drawing it over her face. It was rare to see the she-cat in anything less than a state of perfection - after all, she was the face of the clan and if she looked weak, then imagine how her clan looked. ”Morningstar!”The shout caused her to life her head in confusion. Sure enough the young black and white tom had come barreling into her den, his fur a mess and eyes wild - full of the evident panic on his face. She was stunned for a moment as she stared at young Dipperpaw. The young cat who was always hiding behind his mentor, begging his sisters to leave him alone. The cat who was to scared to tell a bug to leave him alone. The same cat now standing before her like the young tom he was. He stood taller then she’d ever seen and she gave him a quick glance up and down before she dipped her head, “Dipperpaw, to what do I owe the visit?” she inquired. Her eyes narrowed a bit. There had to be a reason he burst in here without so much as a second thought. There was no way he would do this without reason, and it only spurred a bitter thought. What was that reason? It had to be important if he was the one bearing the news. 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Post by xvinn on Jun 16, 2024 20:01:42 GMT
dipperpaw (he/him) | orchidclan The young black and white tom's entire body seemed to shake, his stature seeming frail, and yet there was simultaneously nothing that could knock him over. The same cat who had stood against gale force winds stood before his leader, his eyes wide as he looked her over. She seemed so calm, so contrast against the panic that shook him. Of course, panic flooding Dipperpaw was nothing new typically, but this was a different kind of panic. This wasn't the panic of fearing some cat was secretly out to get him, a fear that some cat was going to catch him breaking rules that he would never break and get him kicked out of OrchidClan. This was a fear that was based in truth. He'd never felt so sure of something in his entire life.
It was true that he was no longer just a kitten anymore. Despite the fact that he might not have a full name like his sisters, that didn't mean he was a kit anymore. Fact of the matter was that medicine cats usually took longer to receive their full name regardless. But no cat could look at him and deny the fact that he'd grown much more into himself. He was no longer stumbling over his paws that were once too big for him. When his ears lay flat against his skull, they no longer seemed to reach all the way down his neck from ears that were practically the size of his entire head. He was still young, but he was finally coming into his own.
Which should have scared Morningstar even more, shouldn't it? Why didn't she feel the same winds that seemed to have been strong enough to carry a full-grown cat off the ground and into the stars forever? The fact that this tom was still shaking in front of her seemed to mean nothing. The fact that he'd received such a terrifying omen seemed like water off a ShoreClanner's back.
She needed to know the truth.
"Gale..." Dipperpaw breathed, still out of breath from running as fast as his paws could carry him. "Morning..." for a moment, he nearly staggered from the weight of everything placed on him. "Blood..."
His yellow eyes stared at Morningstar. For perhaps the first time in his entire life, he met her gaze. Dipperpaw did everything he could to try and meet her as an equal. He might have still been an apprentice, but as far as StarClan might have been concerned, he was her equal. "I saw it, Morningstar. StarClan showed it to me," he said, shaky paws holding him up. Despite the fact that it seemed he couldn't hold himself together, Dipperpaw's voice was as clear as silverpelt on a cloudless and moonless night.
"The blood of morning will stain the gale-swept moors."
He spoke like a cat possessed as he watched Morningstar, waiting for her reaction.
To Dipperpaw, the meaning could not be more clear. Watching the fields in front of him drenched in blood, the scent of death had washed through his nostrils. He knew without a single doubt in his mind that Morningstar would die if she attempted to fight GaleClan. Despite the fact that he'd never been in a war meeting between her and Bullwasp, it seemed as though StarClan let him in on her plan and her desire to attack. He understood the hunger that OrchidClan had faced in the wake of the foxes, but he also knew that this was not the solution. It would bring nothing but death, and he knew that the chances that Morningstar be the only one to die was none. He knew that morning brought the blood that stained GaleClan's pastures, and though her blood was the most prominent, he couldn't help but shudder at knowing that more cats would die. They would die preventable deaths. Morningstar would very likely make it another day, but others wouldn't. LAST EDIT: Jun 17, 2024 0:37:51 GMT by xvinn| tracker | adopts | plotter |
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Post by desolate on Jun 30, 2024 5:28:40 GMT
lead the masses from the ashes [attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] xvinn [attr="class","bang"]457 words [attr="class","bang"]bombastic side eye [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ Ever since the young apprentice had started to walk and talk he had been a nervous wreck. This was nothing new to her. However there was something about how he held himself in the moment that caught her attention. He was still clearly frazzled and on the verge of some form of panic attack, but he also looked so sure, so ready. He did not look strong, and yet it seemed as though he was a mountain - nothing would be able to move him at this moment. In fact the more she looked at him, the more he looked like the young tom he was, he had outgrown his kitten fluff and was starting to come into himself. He wasn’t the scruffy little kit anymore. He wasn’t even the same apprentice he had been 6 moons ago. If not for the dire tension Dipperpaw had provided for the situation, she might just start wandering off in thought about how it was nearly time for him to earn his full name. Surly Iceeyes would be considering this as a possibility soon. Her thoughts had to come to a halt as he started panting out words in a hurry. Holding her patience for the young tom she sat down and curled her tail neatly over her white paws as he gathered the breath that evaded him. Finally he managed to take a deep breath and their yellow eyes met. Unlike Dipperpaw, Morningstar was a very calm and collected cat. The chances of seeing her frazzled or concerned were slim. She knew how to hide her emotions and put on whatever face was needed to ensure the clan remained on top of things. "The blood of morning will stain the gale-swept moors."Her typically controlled expression lifted slightly as he blurted out his prophecy. Her ears lifted with interest as he spoke the words and she felt a surge of pride course through her. They will stain the moors in blood? She will lead the charge? Well that will change things, hearing this gave her the second wind she needed and her tail flicked over her paws as she pondered this. “And you say Starclan gave you this?” she started after a long moment of silence between the two of them. While he had been waiting for the panic, she had taken it differently. This idea thrilled her. Perfect, so soon Orchidclan would have more territory and be able to feed all of their bellies. Violetwing’s litter wouldn't ever have to know what an empty belly would mean as they grew, this was a good sign. “So they have shown you our victory over Galeclan? They must also doubt Wapatostar’s ability to lead the clan, this is proof.” [newclass=.Revolution]width:240px;height:280px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Open Sans; text-align: justify; color: #f5f5f5; float: right; [/newclass][newclass=.impress]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #dd5454; background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/3e/7f/ce3e7f88a13bba244b0722b5ea97fa10.jpg'); float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all ease; transition-delay: 1s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.impress:hover]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-image: url("https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/3e/7f/ce3e7f88a13bba244b0722b5ea97fa10.jpg");filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all-ease; -webkit-transition: 0.3s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.impress:hover .me]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][googlefont=Monteserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.me]background-color:rgba(69, 69, 69, 0.8); font: bold 8px calibri; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: left; color:#fff;padding:10px;margin-top:270px;width:160px;transition:1s; height: 270px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]width: 120px; background-color: #242424; border: 1px solid #9e9e9e; float: center; margin: 10px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;background-color: #dd5454;border:solid 2px #535353;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]background-color: #dd5454;border: 5px solid #dd5454;[/newclass] » 27 • she/her • canadian « » characters « » discord;; desolatedsith#5006 « |
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Post by xvinn on Jul 3, 2024 17:18:42 GMT
dipperpaw (he/him) | orchidclan Dipperpaw's heart started to pound in his chest, his mind moving at dizzyingly paces as Morningstar seemed to not hear what he was trying to explain. She saw what he clearly received as a warning of failure as a sign of victory. But she didn't see what he saw, she was seeing what she wanted to see. Dipperpaw would have given anything to see what she believed had happened out there. But given that the young tom was sure he would have nightmares that night, the sight of blood dripping through the grass under the morning sun, he knew that it could not have been a sign of victory.
Stars above, why did it have to be him to deliver this sign? Perhaps Morningstar would take it more seriously if it had been Ice-eyes to deliver it. If perhaps StarClan could have whispered the words on the winds, she could make Morningstar see what was clearly spelled before OrchidClan. She wouldn't doubt if Ice-eyes had come into the leader's den with the same amount of bubbling anxiety - Morningstar would see the fear that StarClan had instilled in the medicine cat as a true warning.
But when it came to perhaps the jumpiest, most anxious cat in the forest, his warning would likely not be heeded, it seemed.
"You're not listening to me!" Dipperpaw shouted at the leader.
Yes, he was full of fear. But in this moment of time, he was not afraid of raising his voice to his leader. He was not afraid of not standing his ground. He was afraid of the consequences of his message not being understood. He was afraid of his vision of blood pouring through the moors to become more than just a vision. He was terrified of how cats would look at him when he explained to them that he tried to heed Morningstar of what he had seen and failed. He was terrified of going to drink the waters of the moon springs and being met face to face with cats who died in some needless battle.
Was Morningstar afraid of such things? Or did she revel in it?
Perhaps for the first time, Dipperpaw wondered if what he was seeing was the cracks of the foundation of the Clan he had promised he would dedicate his life to when he became an apprentice under Ice-eyes. Morningstar was meant to lead her Clan to prosperity, but if she didn't listen to him, she would lead them to further suffering and death.
He wasn't a kitten anymore. And he needed the strength of all his ancestors if he wanted Morningstar to finally hear him. "What StarClan showed me was not victory, Morningstar. It was the furthest thing. They showed me death. They showed me your death." | tracker | adopts | plotter |
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Post by desolate on Aug 20, 2024 20:48:57 GMT
lead the masses from the ashes [attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] xvinn [attr="class","bang"]497 words [attr="class","bang"]bombastic side eye [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ She watched as the various stages of concern and panic raced across the young toms face. It was clear he wasn’t entirely sure what he saw or what was happening.she wasn’t so much doubting him in his actions - but more so noticing the normally timid cat facing forward with a strength and passion that she had been dying to see come to him. Even he was uncertain how to handle this new found strength. While he was still on the edge and the telltale signs of frustration were starting to wash over him she remained unbothered. Perhaps she could understand to panic and worry he might feel, she could see how one might see this as a bad sign. However it was a sign. A warning. What kind of leader would she be if she turned tail and ran at each glance of uncertainty? After all, even Bullwasp was on the ready and felt this was the right choice. Her own Deputy was backing her up on the matter and if there was ever a time to prove the strength and superiority of Orchidclan - this was it. Galeclan had lost Basilstar, a cat she hadn’t been fond of but respected nonetheless. Now Wapatostar had gained his lived and looked on the verge of losing them all as fast as he got them. What kind of leader would put themselves in the spotlight when they looked ready to drop dead from malnutrition? She wanted to laugh at the memory of the leader. But Shoreclan wasn’t much better at the moment. They had similar circumstances happen to them, but Minkstar had served her time as a Deputy, and served it well. She was a cat she respected as a leader, though after another unfortunate loss in Shoreclan - she choice of Medicine Cat could be seen as questionable. ”you’re not listening to me!”To this her stare finally hardened as Dipperpaw demanded her attention once more. He was adamant that was for sure. It seemed Iceeyes and herself were right, when push comes to shove Dipperpaw would make the right choices and speak up. However - there was never anything saying that Morningstar had to like it. Curling her lips back in a warning her tail lashed against the ground, “It’s a sign, not the future being laid out in front of us. Starclan is never clear with their messages,” she started her voice growing lower, “this could be defeat if we use this as a sign we need to prepare better. I am not going to let my clan starve when we can feed the young kits and growing warriors. I will not let Orchidclan fail.” She hissed out. She may be proud of the Tom for finally speaking his mind, but she wasn’t going to let him overstep either. Even if Iceeyes came in here to say the same thing, she wouldn’t let the seasoned medicine cat walk all over her either. [newclass=.Revolution]width:240px;height:280px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Open Sans; text-align: justify; color: #f5f5f5; float: right; [/newclass][newclass=.impress]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #dd5454; background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/3e/7f/ce3e7f88a13bba244b0722b5ea97fa10.jpg'); float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all ease; transition-delay: 1s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.impress:hover]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-image: url("https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/3e/7f/ce3e7f88a13bba244b0722b5ea97fa10.jpg");filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all-ease; -webkit-transition: 0.3s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.impress:hover .me]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][googlefont=Monteserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.me]background-color:rgba(69, 69, 69, 0.8); font: bold 8px calibri; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: left; color:#fff;padding:10px;margin-top:270px;width:160px;transition:1s; height: 270px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]width: 120px; background-color: #242424; border: 1px solid #9e9e9e; float: center; margin: 10px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;background-color: #dd5454;border:solid 2px #535353;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]background-color: #dd5454;border: 5px solid #dd5454;[/newclass] » 27 • she/her • canadian « » characters « » discord;; desolatedsith#5006 « |
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Post by xvinn on Nov 3, 2024 23:32:23 GMT
dipperpaw (he/him) | orchidclan Finally, Dipperpaw began to falter. As Morningstar stood, her tail lashing and her voice growing, he could feel himself falling back. As she hissed at him, he stepped back the smallest amount, beginning to fall into the state that most had seen him as. He knew that OrchidClan saw him as just a scared little kitten, but what was he supposed to do that this point? He had cried and hollered for the first time in his life and he wasn't being listened to.
This was not a situation of the kit who cried fox. While perhaps he had spoken to Ice-eyes about the odd thing he was worried might have been a sign from StarClan, he had never come forward, deciding to avoid his mentor altogether to go directly to Morningstar. It had never been so clear that StarClan was speaking to him, that they were trying to warn him.
What else could this had signified?
The blood of morning will stain the gale-swept moors.
Those words kept repeating through Dipperpaw's mind in the moments that no one spoke. It was as though the warriors of StarClan kept whispering them to him. His ears were pressing against his skull, as though it could help stop their voices. Why couldn't they understand that he was trying to make her listen, but she simply wouldn't? His own tail was lashing behind him as he tried to shut them out, some of his fur beginning to puff out along his tail. Fear was beginning to encompass the apprentice. He was failing his leader. He was failing OrchidClan. He was failing StarClan. The more he tried to take in Morningstar in front of him, the more he knew there was nothing he could do. He could tell Ice-eyes, but what more would that do?
Morningstar had made up her mind, and even StarClan themselves weren't enough to stop her.
He tried to gather himself from his shaking fits of fear and anger. His gaze had dropped. Dipperpaw couldn't face his leader anymore. He had failed. That much was clear. "You'll regret not listening to me, Morningstar," he said quietly, his voice shaking. Though his words certainly out of context might have sounded threatening, it was clear enough that he did not mean that he would do something to Morningstar. She would lose her life, something that could have been prevented.
Perhaps she was right. StarClan's message was not a warning at all.
It was a sign of an unchangeable future.
Dipperpaw began to back out of the den. There was nothing more he could do. He just hoped that when StarClan intended to take him away for failing at his duty as a medicine cat, they would do so painlessly. LAST EDIT: Nov 3, 2024 23:33:04 GMT by xvinn| tracker | adopts | plotter |
ORCHIDCLAN // fawnflower, sorrelwhisker, dipperpaw
SHORECLAN // bluestorm, kestrelpaw
GALECLAN // aesop, sparrowclaw, beefur
OUTSIDERS // goatstripe, kotik |
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Post by desolate on Nov 12, 2024 19:34:13 GMT
lead the masses from the ashes [attr="class","impress"] [attr="class","me"] [attr="class","bang"] xvinn [attr="class","bang"]397 words [attr="class","bang"]bombastic side eye [attr="class","Revolution"][attr="class",rise"] ❝ While she was proud of the young tom growing into himself, she wasn’t completely sold on this just yet. She was certain that Starclan had spoken to him with this message, he wasn’t the type to lie to another cat, let alone his own leader. However he was still so young and skittish. How could she be completely sure he wasn’t just letting his own anxieties blow this out of proportion, clouding his judgment and only allowing him to see the bad outcome from this nightmare. It wasn’t like she wanted to shut down Dipperpaw, but Orchidclan was on the verge of war with Galeclan, and there was no time to doubt their plans. Just looking at the overview, She was healthy and strong, Bullwasp was healthy and strong. They had two healthy and well trained medicine cats, and there were plenty of cats who were well fed for now and ready to defend their clan. Meanwhile Galeclan seemed to be collapsing in on themselves. Their leader was a washed up Shoreclan cat who looked like a walking skeleton last time she saw him. Their deputy was a spitfire and their medicine cat looked like he was worn out. There was nothing suggesting that they would lose this war. Orhcidclan was strong and with a threat lingering behind them, Mornignstar was going to make sure they had enough prey to feed themselves. While her controlled anger was still seething at having been spoken to like that, she watched the not-so-small black and white tom give up his scramble. He looked defeated and ready to give up, and there was a part of her that felt bad for him. However it also wasn’t so easy as to just say, nevermind and back off. Their pride couldn’t take the blow and she had the support of her clan for this. It was what they needed. “Dipperpaw, thank you for bringing me this message.” she called as he muttered under his breath. Her tail twitched with irritation at his comment, but she couldn’t completely shut him down either. Weather he liked it or not this was happening but he was growing and she knew Iceeye’s made a great choice. One day he would be a fantastic medicine cat and look after Orchidclan with confidence and she couldn’t wait for that day. “Thank you, I will keep your words in mind” [newclass=.Revolution]width:240px;height:280px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Open Sans; text-align: justify; color: #f5f5f5; float: right; [/newclass][newclass=.impress]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #dd5454; background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/3e/7f/ce3e7f88a13bba244b0722b5ea97fa10.jpg'); float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all ease; transition-delay: 1s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.impress:hover]width: 180px; height: 270px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-image: url("https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/3e/7f/ce3e7f88a13bba244b0722b5ea97fa10.jpg");filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;transition: 0.3s all-ease; -webkit-transition: 0.3s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.impress:hover .me]transition:1s;margin-top:0px;[/newclass][googlefont=Monteserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.me]background-color:rgba(69, 69, 69, 0.8); font: bold 8px calibri; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: left; color:#fff;padding:10px;margin-top:270px;width:160px;transition:1s; height: 270px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]width: 120px; background-color: #242424; border: 1px solid #9e9e9e; float: center; margin: 10px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;background-color: #dd5454;border:solid 2px #535353;[/newclass] [newclass=.rise::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]background-color: #dd5454;border: 5px solid #dd5454;[/newclass] » 27 • she/her • canadian « » characters « » discord;; desolatedsith#5006 « |
