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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on Aug 10, 2009 9:52:27 GMT -5
((Should've made this awhile ago. Sorry.))
The sky overhead wasn't there. No, it was just darkness. She looked around groggily, forcing herself into a sitting position. She was in a small alcove and was sleeping on pieces of tattered moss. It looked like she'd clawed it several times. The brown mottled she-cat stared at it quizzically, her paws slowly tracing lines through the dirt in front of her. Everything was different, but she was used to these things. She'd been inside her mind, retreating from the world for quite sometime. It wasn't like she'd wanted to, but was rather sucked in, like the occasional whirlpools that formed during the rain season t Crescentclan. At that her ears perked up. Crescentclan. How long had she been gone? What were they doing? All she could bring up from her memory were foggy times of confusion and tilting sanity that made her tremble and quake; fearful that she might return. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath to calm herself. 'Questions.' She whispered to herself silently, 'Ask myself questions.' She flexed her claws and rolled a stiff shoulder that felt like it had just recently been mended, she grimaced at the pain that flared within her, but tried to ignore it.
'Where was I born?' "Crescentclan." she answered quietly and calmly. 'What was my rank?' Leader. 'What's my name?' "Dawnstar."
For some reason, the last question was the hardest, and while the others had cleared her mind slightly, her name couldn't stop her from remembering a dark, bloody orb that she thought was the moon. No, she couldn't be Dawnstar. Sorrow filled her heart and soul, but she knew that she couldn't return back to her home. The clans' forest had become a place of nightmarish reality to her tainted mind and returning for a long period of time would surely send her back into a state of uncontrolled dreams; whether the dreams be fake or true. She stretched, careful not to completely extend her shoulder, and stepped out of the den she had occupied for Starclan knows how long. She had a new name;
"Wake."
((For understanding this, go HERE and HERE.))
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Aug 11, 2009 14:45:54 GMT -5
Aristleanna was curious. It hadn't been the first time she'd been called that, but it was only in the nature of her power. It wasn't exactly what most cats considered a power, yet it had to be wondered how a miniscule brwn mottled she-cat covered in bangals could get ahold of a sharks tooth. She was a trader, and she forged for various useful items and gave them off to others in exchange for knowledge. She'd worked for Renegade, Clopar...Really anyone of consequence. Anyone with power of knowledge. Although here, home in the circuits barn, she was acutally mildly calm. Except, who was this she-cat?
Arist sniffed her lightly, face wrinkling in disgust. "Ew. Lady-ship CrescentClan scent holds your fur. Suggest I might a wash?"
She spoke in her usual accent, removing a small bottle of shampoo from her pouch which smelled of lavender.
"Or intrests you it not, other items I have here." She brought out a collection of items, diamonds, poisons, even knives and orbs. "Anything you desire, I fetch. Though knowledge must be paid. Why are you here, warrior-cat?"
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on Aug 12, 2009 8:45:55 GMT -5
Wake glanced up when she heard the voice. Sleep had driven away some of her finely tuned senses, she thought grimly. She hadn't even realized Arist until the other she-cat had spoken. Her dark blue eyes met the other she-cats levelly. She didn't understand what she meant until she pulled out a little bottle that she just knew was made by two-legs. She didn't want to be impolite, though. She was in foreign territory, the Circuits had been kind to her, and what other place did she have to go home to? Wake, who was once Dawnstar, shook her head with a small smile.
"No, eventually the scent should wear away. You must have a sharp nose. I'm surprised it isn't gone already." she looked back at the messy den she had left, "I fear I have been asleep for a long time."
Her eyes looked down at her paws, thoughts wandering back to the memories of her twisted dreams. They'd all seemed real, but she would never believe it. They were too terrible. The personality of the proud leader of Crescentclan had seemed to have been buried deep within her. She felt like an apprentice again, still trying to learn the meaning of the world and her place in it. Everything that had offered her a solid foundation to cling to had fallen away. Life could change so quickly.
"I don't believe I know," Wake answered to Arist's last question, "I have one memory of leaving camp and then..." she shuddered. Her brain felt like there was a long rip on it; a chasm separating reality from fable, cracks rooting onto memories nearby. Her mind was a mess. "Perhaps one of the other Circuits know. Or else how would I have gotten here?" She spoke the words calmly, but inside she trembled. She had no idea how they would treat her. There was a memory she did truly remember, one that happened the night everything went down hill: She had rejected the Circuits offer of the cure. So proud and arrogant, her old self's actions brought a useless, sad torment to her, and if she ever did return to what she used to be like, she hoped that part never resurfaced again.
((Ahahaha. I think Wake/Dawnstar needs professional help.))
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Aug 12, 2009 14:30:11 GMT -5
((xP Probably!))
Arist smiled lightly, a gleam of...was it, pity? In her eyes. Being who she was, it seemed even she knew more about what had happened to the previous CrescentClan leader. As such, the trade of her items bound her to secrecy most of the time, and she'd never spread such facts to anyone, even think of them herself. She sat calmly down next to Wake, smiling gently, pushing her accent away as she often did when something saddened her. It made her focus more.
"You know, you don't have to remember. We are glad to have you. Circuit-kittys aren't like clans. All cats, with an auror of power like yourself, stay here."
She said the last word with a twinge of remorse, but quickly pushed it away. She was pregnate with clan kits, and she would hardly be able to see her children again once she gave them off. Unless, and she clung to the hope, they had powers.
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Post by Marrowbone on Aug 12, 2009 21:59:19 GMT -5
No sunlight ever got down into the Circuits' tunnels, so torches had long since been placed to light the halls. And it stood to reason someone needed to tend to these torches. Nearby the talking she-cats a torch had faded, under it a tom had appeared, and he sat back on his haunch to reach it. He stretched up a paw to grab the scounce, and used his other to hold up a small rectangular object to the embers. "Yes; Every cat that doesn't have a place elsewhere eventually winds up with us." He meowed, as a spark sprang out of the little object and set the torch ablaze. "As Aristleanna said, you're welcome to join us as well, Wake." Satisfied with the torch's re-found burning, the cat turned and trotted towards Wake and Aristleanna, looking rather different then he usually did. It was Clopar, but instead of wearing his belled collar, tied around his neck was a blue scarf, and a brown feather rested behind his ear. He smiled at Wake, and meowed, "You certainly have been asleep for a while, and it's lucky that Anubis found you and brought you back here." He tilted his head, "But I'm curious. What extent of memory do you have? Do you remember your life in CrescentClan at all?"
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