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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 15, 2009 16:52:34 GMT -5
"I am hiding from some beast"
The gathering had ended in a hustle it seemed. Not wanting to anger Starclan, all the clans had left as soon as they could. Dawnstar had left with her clan first, followed by all the other clans. There had been so much tension, it had been surprising that it hadn't shocked their very fur or that it wasn't visible to the eye. Now, however, it was over. The scarred Crescentclan leader sat in her den, musing over the events of the past few moons. Things could change so quickly.
"But the beast was always here"
Her den was based off of a beaver den, being surrounded by the river a little. To get in you had to dive under a barrier in the stream right outside her den, then you would emerge on the other side. Above her head starlight twinkled down from ages past. They seemed so distant, with Dawnstar looking up at them from the ground. She searched for the moon, but it was covered by racing clouds. The wind had picked up as they had left, perhaps a bad omen, perhaps not. Frostwinter hadn't been there to stop her and Meccapaw hadn't spoken up. Now the air battered against the sides of the den, rustled the leaves, and ravaged the current of the river, making the usually lazy water lap halfway to her bedding of moss in the far corner. As she watched the clouds moved to reveal a blood-shot, crimson moon.
"Watching without eyes"
A gasp escaped her lips. The full moon only a second ago she thought had been a glistening ivory. She blinked repetitively, but the moon did not change colors, and certainly her eyes were not deceiving her. The stars also seemed to be shining red, like pinpricks in the skin among a burning gash. Dawnstar looked away from the sky and focused on the water. To her further surprise it rushed up to meet her, soaking her and choking off the oxygen in her lungs, yet she didn't feel wet and could still breath.
"Because the beast is just my fear"
What is this? She thought fervorously, looking back and forth to spot anymore changes. It must be my mind. It is weary from the strains that have been upon it...
On whim she ducked into the rushing water. The raging waters tumbled and tossed around her, yet she swam as easily through it as ever. The thought of the reeds tangling around her legs and dragging her down made her emerge quickly to the camp. Around her it was barren. No cat stirred anywhere and the dens seemed old and abandoned. Looking up the river she saw a churning two-leg monster of some sort making the water spin out of control and up the banks. Dawnstar began to run as her ears heard two-leg shouting.
"That I am just nothing"
It's not right. It's not right. This can't be the end...
It became a bad nightmare as she kept bumping into thin air. Voices whispered in her ear, passing messages of the past. Her teeth were clamped together, and her legs seemed not to belong to her anymore. She could only rear and change directions when she came to a block in the empty air. It was the worst dream she'd ever had, and worst of all, she wasn't sop sure that it was a dream.
"Now its just what I've become"
"Starclan! Starclan!" she cried out piteously, "What's happening?!?"
The adrenaline suddenly lost its influence in her limbs and she felt sorely drained. She struggled to breath, and found that her heart was pounding sickeningly slow as the surge of energy had overrun it. As the oxygen flow became drawn-out she felt herself falling into an impenetrable darkness, the voices around for a second becoming shrieks before falling back to quiet whispers. Then, there was nothing.
"What am I waiting for?"
Dawnstar, the valiant leader of Crescentclan, lie collapsed in the center of camp. Many cats had been drawn by her frantic temper only to be knocked down by her and subject to her pleading with Starclan. It finally ended when she had fainted, cats gathering around her, whispering to one another. What had happened to their leader? She certainly was no longer sane. Was she?
"Its already done."
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 15, 2009 17:35:48 GMT -5
Is it over yet, in my head?
The night, while mostly silent, left room for thinking about what had occured. Not just at the battle, which still seemed to ring around the camp, but of the Gathering, and the sickness. The bold words that had been spoken by not only Honeystar, who was arrogent to start off with, but by the newest leader Scythestar. There was no way that anyone could mistake the tension between the four clans as boundaries were drawn in a dark line. How easily they could all be ripped apart by a simple battle, for two to go against two. Maybe though, that was one of the problems that the clans had, they would never be whole. There would always be friction between the four, sometimes ending between them if a battle rocked one of the clsns, but never would any of the clans fully be friends. Should the clans keep up their behavior though, a battle was looming in the future. Could CresentClan really take on another clan so soon after just going through the rogue battle? Pride told him it could, but logic told the silver tabby that they didn't have the greatest chance, compared to a clan with no injuries. But would their be war, now that Clopar had shown up again?
You take the breath right out of me.
And then, a cry erupted into the night, the owner obvious just from the way she spoke. Dawnstar was in trouble, or something really bad had happened. Without any hesitation, the tom dashed through the opening, and saw something that seemed to knock the breath out of him, even through the circle of cats he could see who was collapsed on the ground. It was not an attack, nor a problem. No, it was far worse. CresentClan could deal with an attack, but Dawnstar had fallen? Echoes of her distraught tone seemed to suddenly ring back in Darkangel's mind, each time growing louder and louder, until all that he could hear was that, unaware that he was moving down toward the crowd. Had it been the stress over the moons that had finally gotten her? Or was it the sickness that had seemed to be gone for so long, only to flash back without a moment of warning? Whatever it was though, as the tom skid down the slope, he was going to find out, and he was going to somehow do something productive for his clan.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes
"Back off, back off! Give her room!"
Sharp tones sounding around the mutterings of the cats, Darkangel's head was raised, his eyes gleaming as entered the circle, trying to scatter most of the cats, so that there would be room when Dawnstar came back around. Someone though, needed to find Frostwinter. Raising his head from Dawnstar, he could detect no posion on her, he called out a brief order to anyone;
"Someone, get Frostwinter and Meccapaw."
There was no room for an argument, not that anyone would have argued anyways. There was no way someone could doubt the fire that seemed to run through the silver tabby tom. Gone was the soft silence and the quiet observations. Rather, here was a cat who called out orders with ease, no hesitation when everyone else seemed to be so shocked by what had happened. The clan needed strength now, until the fall of Dawnstar was obvious. Carefully, Darkangel sat and watched Dawnstar for any signs of movement, any reason that she could have collapsed so suddenly. There had to be more clues to the puzzle then this, right?
One could only hope...
((Lyrics- Breaking Benjamin Breath.))
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 15, 2009 18:50:23 GMT -5
Teargale watched in concern from the fringes of the gathered cats, looking from behind the backs of her clanmates. The cats around her were certainly shocked, their mouths agape, looking at each other with eyes wide. Whispered mutterings were circulating, but the she-cat stayed quiet and stiff, not quite believing her eyes. Her ears perked as she saw Darkangel, though, and even though the situation was confused and grim, the sight of the tom sparked courage in her heart and perhaps something more. She already knew what he was going to say before the word were halfway out of his mouth, turning and sprinting towards the medicine cat's den.
Her legs carried her light body easily through the camp. Soon she had reached the den. She pushed through the long grass that marked the entrance and entered the small clearing that ran by a thin out branch of the river that flowed fast and shallow.She spotted Frostwinter almost immediately. She looked up at Teargale with her wise mismatch eyes and turned towards a clove where Meccapaw was.
"Get the leaf fold and follow us." the medicine cat motioned to a large leaf that acted like a sack. A couple herbs enfolded in it gave off a bittersweet smell. "We got a message to prepare from Starclan." she explained to the warrior, who was looking a little confused.
"Dawnstar started yowling and then collapsed." Teargale explained, already heading for the exit.
The old medicine cat hobbled after her. She glanced behind her to tell Meccapaw to prepare a few more supplies and meet them at the center of camp where Dawnstar was. They reached the main clearing only a little later. The gathered cats now stood to the side, warded off by Darkangel's positively leading voice. Frostwinter immediately went to Dawnstar's side and began checking her over, clicking her tongue every now and then or letting out a disgruntled mew.
Teargale moved to stand beside Darkangel. Ever since the night that they'd spoken, she felt like she had a deep connection with Darkangel. It was as if he were the only one who understood her. She didn't speak, but kept her head bowed, staring in concentration at Frostwinter's work. Finally, she looked towards Darkangel, not meeting his eyes,
"What do you think happened?"
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 15, 2009 19:36:31 GMT -5
As Frostwinter began to look over Dawnstar, he couldn't miss the unsettled mews occasionally coming from her, Darkangel took a seat next to Teargale, although his eyes were still watching Dawnstar and Frostwinter. This moon had been one of pure bad luck, from the battle to the gathering. Was CresentClan luck running out? Or was it just pure bad luck on someone's part? Questions seemed to swirl around his mind as the sharp blue gaze flickered over the gathered cats, their faces still one of shock, even though they had at least backed off, to an extent. Other then the lowest whisper, there was not a sound to be heard yet. Once they woke up from this shock though, the camp would be alive with voices, fearfully discussing what had happened to their leader, who had been just fine only moments ago as they had exited the gathering, head held high. Despite the tensions between the four, everything had gone as well as to be expected, although Clopar had been a bit out of the ordinary. Maybe though, it would be a good thing, should he finally decide to give them the cure of the sickness that had so horribly thinned the cats of the clans.
Teargale though, was a suprising comfort, although it wasn't obvious from his commanding stance. However, as the question was asked, an honest answer came from the tom, not something that was only a half truth as some cats tried to pull when bad events happened to someone that was well cared for in the clan.
"I'm not sure, really. It could have been the stress, not just at the gathering, but from this general moon that finally got to Dawnstar. Or, it could have been a sign from StarClan. Exactly what, I don't know yet."
Shaking his head, black ears flicking slightly as he continued to muse over what could have gone wrong, Darkangel shrugged again.
"What do you think? We won't know for sure until Dawnstar comes back around, but I don't think any of the thoughts so far are too far off."
For a moment, silence engulfed the two, before in a low tone, the deputy added;
"At least, I hope so."
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Post by Destiny on May 16, 2009 9:50:22 GMT -5
((I shall attempt to not maul the RP...))
Eternalblossom trudged from the lake, tired. The lanky she-cat's shimmering pelt was plastered to her, a result of swimming in the waters which surrounded the camp. Her tiredness was a result of a long day's hunting, which had continued well into the night; while other cats had been to the Gathering, she had hunted to replentish the fresh-kill supply. And the exhaustion had taken it's toll. That, however, was not to say that her journey was fruitless; this was going to be the first of many trips to retrieve her prey. But the she-cat knew that she herself would need to eat before she was done, unless some cat would help her. But of course, they would all be asleep.
The sounds of the water had masked the frantic cats in camp, but now that she could see, her earspricked forward to listen. She had, naturally, assumed that the tired cats would be asleep, but there was a hive of activity, seemingly surrounding a fallen cat. With a prickle of alarm, Eternalblossom approached slowly, ears back in fear. Could it be...the sickness?
Her pinkish eyes strained to see who it was before she got too close, noting with rising panic that other cats were in close proximity to the one on the floor. Didn't the fools know that when the sickness surrounds someone, they should be avoided at all costs?
Apparently not.
Setting her jaw to grasp the prey as she would growl a warning to the others, Eternalblossom noticed who it was, and the freshkill cascaded to the ground, already behind her as the lanky she-cat leaped across stand by Darkangel's side.
With wide eyes, she quickly noted who was there before getting down to the basics. "What happened? It doesn't look like the sickness. There seems no need for quarantine?" The question was directed at the deputy, followed by two statements, one simple, the other hopeful.
Then, she took a shuddering breath in and shut her eyes, not waiting for an answer or, if one came, not listening to it. Then, her eyes snapped open, shock of red, the darkness adding its' strength to the colour. She looked down on Darkangel, her height putting her at least a head above him, though she respected his authority. Her clan was her life, which was why she was taking Dawnstar's illness so bad. But still, the clan must come first. She had a duty as a warrior to care for it, in any circumstances.
"Is there anything I can do to help, in any way?"
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 16, 2009 10:04:48 GMT -5
The white and brown splotched she-cat sighed as she looked at their fallen leader. Her words added no comfort in her heart, but then again, was there anything that could comfort this ache that told her everything was going wrong? She wondered if Darkangel felt the same way, but he was so strong, how could he?
"Yes, hope is a nice thing." Teargale murmured, half to herself, looking up when the new she-cat arrived, "Greetings, Eternalblossom," she dipped her head formally for she was a senior warrior, "There has been an...event."
The medicine cat finished her examination of the leader with a frown, looking up for Meccapaw. With a grunt, she turned to Eternalblossom, Darkangel, and Teargale. Her eyes stony and severe and found Eternalblossom when the she-cat asked her question.
"I need you to get some soaked moss for me." she ordered, then she turned to the deputy to lay a piercing gaze on him instead, "Everythingon her is fine. I checked her eyes and pulse, and they seem okay except for a slow heart. She doesn't have The Sickness, luckily. Unfortunately, the only thing that could have caused this was something or someone who could have made her heart beat at lightning speed. This is why we need to wake her up with the water."
Frostwinter turned around to peer at Dawnstar a little more. Her frown deepened in worry, though with her back to the cats, they couldn't know. Only Meccapaw would no if he came bounding up soon. Dawnstar could be woken easily, and she knew that, what disturbed her is why she had gotten this state.
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 16, 2009 13:00:55 GMT -5
Raising his head from Dawnstar's fallen form as one of CresentClan's senior warriors came over, Darkangel dipped his head slightly, mewing a soft greeting.
"Eternalblossom''
It seemed that not all the warriors had been asleep, as the rich scent of prey came from the she cat.
"We aren't sure yet, Dawnstar just started yowling, and then collapsed in the middle of camp. I'm pretty sure it wasn't the sickness, there are warning signs to it. I don't think we will have to quarantine her though, thank StarClan."
Answering Eternalblossom's questions with a reassuring ease, although the clear sky above didn't prove for a good omen to the clan cats as the light seemed to bathe all the cats gathered around in a pure light color, StarClan could not be happy about this could they? They couldn't be celebrating? Why was the moon not covered?
Meeting Frostwinter's sharp gaze, Darkangel nodded. Well, it wasn't the sickness, that was a good thing, but the cause of this only raised more questions then it answered.
"I don't know which would have been worse, although hopefully we'll find the cause for this."
Oblivious to the worried frown of Frostwinter, Darkangel could only wonder what exactly this had been. Stress was the most obvious thing it could have been, but what if it was something more? What if something else was effecting Dawnstar, something that couldn't be fixed? Something that would shake CresentClan?
What had StarClan done?
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Post by Marrowbone on May 16, 2009 18:18:57 GMT -5
((I'm ready to post; I'm actually glad I'm late this time XD But... Wasn't the red moon Dawnstar's hallucination?))
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 16, 2009 18:23:44 GMT -5
((Whoa. Why did I put red? xD I must have still been half asleep. =fixes=))
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Post by Destiny on May 17, 2009 9:49:10 GMT -5
The she-cat's expression changed from fear to concern. Her mind was whirling, and some of the thoughts, she didn't like. She shook her head to dispel them, but to no avail; apart from maybe looking insane to the other cats.
Dawnstar will die. There's no hope. Crescentclan will fall. The terror that she was feeling was hidden, thankfully, but the thoughts wouldn't stop. She figured it was her rationality, preparing her for the worst, but that didn't mean she liked it.
Eternalblossom brought her gaze back up from the ground, where it had lain as her mind tormented her. Her knees shook and her legs felt like jelly, but she still looked Darkangel in the eye.
She followed his gaze upwards, her thoughts mirroring his own. Starclan...Where were they? Why had the forsaken Crescentclan? Unless, of course, Dawnstar's illness had no divine intervention. Cats got sick all the time, why should it be different for a leader?
Because they had all been blessed by Starclan, that's why. Leaders and the ancestors share a bond, and that bond is not easily broken. Or shouldn't be, at any rate.
She heard Frostwinter's words, and allowed a moment for them to sink in and register before she dipped her head and raced off.
The speed at which she ran was her biggest attribute, allowing her to outrun most other cats, as well as rabbits and other speedy animals. As well, running allowed her to clear her head, as she focused on not tripping over fallen logs, sticks, even her own paws.
The gray she-cat sprinted over to where she'd noticed some moss growing at the edge of camp. Then she simply dipped it in the natural lake defense that Crescentclan boasted, and sprinted back. All in all, she took less than a minute.
Not that Dawnstar's condition relied on speed; no, it made her feel better to run, as though she would leave all her fears behind.
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 19, 2009 20:31:11 GMT -5
Frostwinter gathered the moss from Eternalblossom with a thankful dip of her head. Grasping it firmly in her mouth, she closed her jaw about the soft, wet greenery. A cascade of water streamed from the moss to Dawnstar's face and neck. Eventually it ebbed to a trickle and finally droplets. Dropping it, the silver she-cat studied her leader with a worried face. She was turning around when she heard Dawnstar groan and begin to get up.She spun around as fast as her aching joints let her to face Dawnstar. The leader hadn't gotten up completely, but sat with her rump on the ground while her front paws were slightly crouched, her hind legs dragging. She stared at her paws blankly. Frostwinter took the stillness to her advantage and began to look over her.
Dawnstar looked towards her paws, face ashen. What had happened? She didn't look up, but knew that the medicine cat was looking her over, wondering the same question that she had asked herself. Disgruntled and angry at herself for showing weakness she pushed herself up strongly. Pulling her head up to look highly at her deputy, the sight that greeted her was shocking. The fur and skin on his scalp was peeling away to reveal raw bone, bleached from moons left in the sun without being properly buried. His paws were in much of the same state, though the fur left on them was stained with crimson blood. She quirked her head to the side, stepping back uncertainly, her eyes screwing up. THis couldn't be right. She stepped back unexpectedly into Frostwinter who let out a yowl of surprise when she stepped on her tail. At the simple sound a full blown battle broke out around Dawnstar.
It started with the sound of claws ripping into flesh or meeting other claws. Next was the sound of angry hisses and growls, wails of pain and yowls of the charge. Then the scene began to unfold in front of her. Cats fought one another. Not just cats, clan cats. They were fighting amongst each other and she couldn't even tell if she was in Crescentclan anymore. Everything seemed a blur. She thought she made out the look of cats around her, but she couldn't see distinct features and the air was too overpowered with the acrid scent of blood. She did see an old blue-grey she-cat fall though.
Teargale could only watch helplessly as Dawnstar began to slowly shrink from her proud position. First it was just pulling back her ears, then it was her eyes began opening until they were so wide she was surprised they didn't pop out of their sockets. Concern was written across her face as Dawnstar began to stalk towards a bushel of brambles. Tears were streaking down her face. She sniffed at the bush and turned her head sharply away, as if the smell was too strong. Then, with sobs choking her voice and her eyes clouded yet clear with tears, she cried out, "No, not you! Life is never fair, is it? But not you, not you..." she cried, her face puckering as she lay down by the bramble and laid her head in her paws. Teargale could only watch with dismay. Her leader seemed to have become prematurely senile!
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Post by Marrowbone on May 19, 2009 21:28:36 GMT -5
Back in the den of the medicine cat, the croaking of the streams drowned out the clutter of cat voices outside, turning it all into unreadable murmurs. From the clove in the corner, next to where the river water leached into the clearing, Meccapaw gave a little grunt and started. Red eyes blinking blearily he looked to and fro, catching movement as the tail-tip of Frostwinter disappeared at the entrance, and the old she-cats instructions. What did she want, again? Oh yeah, the leaf fold.
He hopped out of his nest, not even bothering to stretch, and hobbled over to the collection of leaves like a drunken mouse. Taking the outer leaf in his teeth, the bitter stench made his nose wrinkle. Herbs compiled for psychotic cats always smelled the worst.
The chattering of the cats outside grew louder, and the medicine cat's apprentice whipped around to bring the drugs back to Frostwinter. The fast movement disturbed a moth that lighted in the fold of leaves, and the bug exploded from its hiding place, brushing past Meccapaw's nose making him squeak, drop the bag of herbs, sneeze, and fall straight over forwards into a mud puddle.
"AUUGHH."
Totally covered in a mixture of dirt and river and bristling, he quickly scrambled up and pulled all the scattered herbs into another pile, grabbing the sloppy mess in his teeth and dashing out the entrance a dripping mess.
Meccapaw had to skirt the crowd to reach his mentor, spitting out the untidy mess of leaves at her feet when he did and baking up before his mentor could ask why he was caked in mud. Ah, was Dawnstar the problem? Look at her rave- He always knew she was psycho.
Looking around he noticed the she-cat next to him giving him a stare with shocking blue eyes, silently asking, "Why are you a mess?" Meccapaw sheepishly looked away again. As much as he found CrescentClan a joke, he still had to respect old Screechstar, who was analyzing the situation instead of wailing and worrying like most except the Medicine Cat were.
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Post by » Sacrifice on May 20, 2009 17:20:47 GMT -5
As Dawnstar seemed to be alright, she was getting up with a rather determind look in her eyes, as though she was unhappy with herself for showing this sudden weakness, it seemed that everything would be alright. This strange little event though was like nothing that had ever been passed down from the elders. Sitting back slightly, Darkangel's more relaxed pose was soon lost as soon as Dawnstar's gaze grew wide with suprise, and was that a touch of horror? There was nothing that he could see wrong in camp, just the obvious concern from the members. It had to be something that only Dawnstar could see.
Only, clan cats didn't have powers. They shouldn't, and Dawnstar had always been the most logically cat that he had met, just like the elder Screechstar who was regarding everything with a calm, yet sure gaze.
So, that meant that if Dawnstar didn't have powers, then there was something far worse going on here. It was as though the thought was thrown at him, the sudden way it just flared into his mind. As much as he wished to say it was not true, there was no other logical explanation to what was going on here.
Dawnstar had lost her mind. Gone insane, whatever you wanted to call it.
"Great StarClan."
The words left the deputy as though he had the breath knocked out of him, before he moved over to Frostwinter. His gaze and step was still steady, on the outside the deputy appeared to be calm and collected, not a worry, as if he was just going to speak to the Medicine cat about Dawnstar's condition, and what could be done to prevent it. Being a good actor was something that he had long ago learned.
Speaking softly, Darkangel's concerns and sudden discovery was summed up in one simple sentence.
"Although I wish it not to be true, it seems that Dawnstar has gone insane, correct?"
All he was doing, was asking her what her thoughts were, and if he was right in this thinking. It had just taken that second attack for him to see the light of truth, but seeing as it had been so obvious, one could only wonder how it wasn't seen obvious. After all, you just had to watch the reaction of their fallen leader to see what was happening.
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Post by Destiny on May 24, 2009 13:31:16 GMT -5
((*Undies*))
Frostwinter took the moss from Eternalblossom, nodding her thanks. All Eternalblossom could do was jerk her head in a crude parody of a nod, trying her hardest not to tremble at the sight of her leader, still on the ground. When the medicine cat's actions had no immediate effect, the she-cat's head dropped down in despair, a moan escaping from her lips. But when Dawnstar groaned and sat up, the warrior's head snapped up so fast that her neck cracked.
Wincing, Eternalblossom stood from where she had settled from her run, her flanks heaving as a result from the exhertion and fear. Her eyes were wide, but she'd begun to accept it. Deep down, she had probably realised that things were going to get worse. Her prettyface broke out in a grin as Dawnstar pushed herself up, irritated but well.
The she-warrior's face brokeout in a grin which quickly faded with Dawnstar's relapse. In all honesty, all she could think was how doomed Crescentclan was. She missed Meccapaw but even if she hadn't, all she probably would have done was dip her head in greeting.
"Great Starclan"
She heard the deputy's words, and her face contorted into an ugly, wordless snarl.
Starclan...As if.
The mighty warriors of past must have moved on to different skies.
If they existed to start with.
Eternalblossom allowed her face to fall back into place, though her expression was not as before; it was harder, and held less emotion. Even then, none of it was fear. But more...Hate? Anger?
(( *Dies again* That postmakes me want to kill someone...-.- ))
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 28, 2009 19:43:52 GMT -5
Dawnstar continued to inch forward feebly before pushing herself up and rambling off in a random direction. Her eyes seemed glazed, and her movements were slow and dreamy. Her ears moved in continuous half circles, as if she were listening to everything all at once. Every once in awhile she'd stagger and fall onto her side where she 'd claw at the ground, mewling in terror, as if she were falling away in a deep, endless abyss. What went on inside her mind then was unfathomable, and even if a cat had a slight inkling, it was only slight. Dawnstar's mind had truly fallen into a hole.
Frostwinter looked after her leader with such pity. She was far older, surpassing the Dawnstar. She'd been full grown when the she-cat was just a kit. It was in ways unfair to see such potential fall in ruins about their feet. Worse that they didn't even notice it. She turned to Meccapaw and gently told him to bring Dawnstar to the medicine cats den and press moss on all sides of her. Then she turned back to Darkangel.
"The changes of the mind are permanent and impenetrable," she spoke quietly, "Some things are not able to be fixed." a crooked expression fell upon her face, and her mouth twisted, as if she wasn't sure what to say. Finally, the words came out of her mouth, yet they were so devastating, those who could have heard probably wished it wasn't true.
"Dawnstar can no longer be a leader."
She went on to continue that Darkangel's ceremony would be performed by her, and that he would travel with her to receive his nine lives and leader title from Starclan at the StarRiver the next moonhigh. She left no time for questions, and as swiftly as she had spoken, she disappeared, going to retreive Meccapaw and her newest mentally ill patient. ((My cat actually went crazy like this. She had somewhat of a stroke and has never been the same sense. She's quite young, so it was really weird, but now a days she acts like either a really elderly cat or a really young kitten. It's super sad.  Oh, and she lost her sense of balance, so she walks heavily on one side of her side than the other. So, I guess this is what will happen to Dawnstar....er, I mean Dawnflower...))[/size] |
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Oh, and she lost her sense of balance, so she walks heavily on one side of her side than the other. So, I guess this is what will happen to Dawnstar....er, I mean Dawnflower...))[/size]