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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Jul 17, 2007 17:06:23 GMT -5
Did I say weeks? <-< Don't they become apprentices at six moons?
Hm. I think I need to re-read Secrets of the Clans again...
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Post by Shadeheart on Aug 23, 2007 12:31:11 GMT -5
Yes, six moons means six months. XD
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Aug 25, 2007 17:10:10 GMT -5
Okayz. I meant to say moons, though. And thanks! AND NOW FOR A LONG OVERDUE CHAPTER OF MY EVILLLLLL STORY!!!
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Frostfire felt extremely lost as she followed the gray loner. Tendrils of mist curled around the trees, making everything dark and gloomy, yet Fogfur still seemed to know where he was going. With a shiver, she steadied herself and pressed on.
In her opinion, they walked for hours - in reality, it had only been a few minutes. Suddenly, Fogfur pulled up, and Frostfire narrowly avoided slamming into his backside. Terrified, she hissed, "What is it!"
"Silence," Fogfur whispered back, his muzzle starting to curl into a snarl.
Two green eyes lit in the darkness, eerie pinpricks of emerald green. A dark tabby slid into the clearing - with a jolt, Frostfire suddenly realized how much he resembled Fogfur in attitude. He was clearly a calm, cool-headed tom who knew what he was doing and had a plan to let his power soar over others. It chilled Frostfire as she suddenly noticed how much her character was like his as well.
"Emberheart," Fogfur snarled hoarsely. "You could have been one of Night's rogues."
"Peace, brother," Emberheart replied airily. "We are Hawkfrost's chosen. There is nothing to fear, not even loner-slaying rogues."
"What!?" demanded Frostfire, and caught her tongue as both Fogfur and Emberheart turned to give her identical glares.
However, Emberheart seemed rather amused in contrast to Fogfur. "My sister. Welcome." He looked toward the gray tom with contempt as he told her, "Night is a rogue black tom who wants to kill all loners and exiled warriors. We have no idea why this insane mousebrain has such drive, and though we could easily take him we try to stay out of the way of his comrades. I suggest you do the same."
Frostfire blinked at him, disturbed. "O-okay," she mumbled.
"Good. Our kin are waiting - follow me."
Great. More walking, Frostfire thought dryly.
But I have kin.
Rosepaw...and my mother.
No matter what they say, what they offer, I will not forget my mother and sister. I won't forget my true cause.
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Post by Shadeheart on Aug 25, 2007 18:52:00 GMT -5
Very evil story!
Amazing chapter, Frostfire, you're so descriptive! XD
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Post by Tear on Aug 29, 2007 18:25:41 GMT -5
Super Chapter.
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Post by Shadeheart on Aug 29, 2007 18:36:57 GMT -5
Tearkit . . . ? Hushpad???
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Post by Tear on Sept 2, 2007 22:07:04 GMT -5
Yes, since i am a growning kit i might as well name myself a kit name. Hushpad-Tearkit.
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Post by Shadeheart on Sept 3, 2007 8:39:49 GMT -5
Cool! Tearkit is a good name! ^^
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Sept 12, 2007 17:54:34 GMT -5
XD *since I am the annyoingly inquisitive person I am* Is it tear as in teardrop, or tear as in "Firestar tore Scourge's flank with his claws etc"?
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Rosepaw jolted awake. She had dreamt vividly, a restless nights usually a regular activity for her. Closing her eyes and trying to calm her breathing, she recalled the dream easily: Ice blue eyes glared down at a lone, dark figure, sparkling with snowy flames of malice. "Fallenstar," a deep, snarling voice demanded, "You are my kin. Have you forgotten, you ungrateful warrior!"
"I will never forget, Hawkfrost," the dark figure whispered, bowing his head in resigned weariness.
Rosepaw's vision became sharper, and she unwillingly walked forward. A large, dark tabby tom stalked forward from the concealing black ferns. "Welcome," he purred coldly, and his shocking blue eyes stunned Rosepaw. She couldn't speak, and Hawkfrost didn't seem to mind.
"You don't know me?" he asked quietly, his controlled voice devoid of emotion. "Of course. I am your ancestor, Rosepaw, the great Hawkfrost, son of Tigerstar and Sasha. I was killed by a more familiar name...Bramblestar, perhaps?"
Rosepaw's eyes widened in recognition. Tales of the ancient golden warrior, stories so old they felt like the Beginning tale, flashed through her mind. Bramblestar had been a perfect model, admired always by the kits that had been told his story. Rosepaw had honestly thought he'd been a blown-up figure, a story made up by a queen long ago to impress a few rowdy, bored kits on a gloomy day. Finally, she found her voice; "You mean, Bramblestar of the legendary Old Clans? He...Bramblestar. He had been from ThunderClan, right?"
"Absolutely," hissed Hawkfrost, and suddenly regained his composure. "Rosepaw. This is Fallenstar, as alive as you at this moment. He is the appointed leader of my Clan, where we shall avenge the wrongs Bramblestar comitted. They were...fatal, you see. He is not everything you first thought, little one. And this truth makes it hard to trust.
"But you can trust me," he continued convincingly, "me and your thousand-times-great grandfather, Tigerstar. We even look like kin."
It was true; Rosepaw and Hawkfrost shared the same dark-striped tabby pelt. "Your sister, Frostfire," Hawkfrost said quietly. "She is undoubtedly my true heir. And when she claims her rightful place in my Clan, you should be beside her, shouldn't you?"
"Frostfire! Where is she!" demanded Rosepaw furiously.
"Patience," smirked the large tabby. "Do not fear. I will come to you again during the half-moon, and I will have your decision. Join me and see your beloved sister and perhaps your mother again...or be forced into my shadow like your sister once was."
"What did you do to her?" Rosepaw cried, feeling completely overwhelmed by this news.
"Nothing. She has found her true place amongst us. I cannot do this alone, Rosepaw."
He and Fallenstar vanished from her sight. With a small mew of frustration, Rosepaw turned tail and hared back through the dark forest of which she'd come.
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Post by Tear on Sept 12, 2007 20:11:39 GMT -5
Great Chapter! I am glad to see a cat from my own Clan. (Someone who hates Bramblepaw/claw/star)
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Dec 30, 2007 19:07:27 GMT -5
LOOONG overdue chapter. Enjoy!
Emberheart and Fogfur made their way through the densely overgrown paths with ease. Compared to Frostfire's stumbling, it was obvious they'd been here many times before. The scent of cats filled her nose, but the scent was muddled, faded--like cats of different Clans had blended their scents to create a new one.
Abruptly, the earth ducked into a sandy bowl, and both Emberheart and Fogfur dipped out of sight. Frostfire didn't anticipate this; with a yowl of terror, she fell headfirst and tumbled down the slope. Coming to rest at the paws of the dark red tabby, she caught the suppressed grin in Emberheart's eyes. She glared up at him with contempt. Shaking her pelt to rid it of sand and other pieces of debris she'd upset during her fall, Frostfire stood, taking her place behind him once more.
"How much farther?" she growled.
"Tired?" Fogfur asked nastily, his voice falsely sympathetic.
"As if. It'll take a lot more than a long patrol to drop me," Frostfire snapped back, and it was the truth. "I just hate tripping over my own paws. Where in StarClan's name are we?"
The tomcats stopped cold. "What did you say?" snarled Fogfur, his voice a menacingly quiet hiss.
"I asked where we were," Frostfire repeated nervously.
"You mentioned a certain Clan. We were forsaken by StarClan, Frostfire! We never say their name, we'll never believe in their afterlife, and we stand and defy their powers every day!" With that, he launched himself at her.
Frostfire quickly dodged and reared on his left flank, tearing her claws down his side and jumping out of the way when he retaliated. Suddenly her head cleared, as if she’d broken through a thick mist, and she backed away. How could she attack Fogfur, even if he'd started it?
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her eyes widening as she saw dark blood soak through his fur. He glared at her, both in pain and betrayal. She didn't know exactly what she'd apologized for--speaking StarClan's name or attacking him when he claimed to be kin with her--and she repeated the apology so it counted for both offenses.
Fogfur didn't look convinced.
Emberheart stepped forward, warily skirting around Frostfire. "Well, um...it's over now, so we can put it behind us." When the other tom yowled a protest, he rewarded Fogfur with a severe glare. "Silence. You've had worse wounds."
They walked a little while further, and their progress was slowed by the tom's injury. Finally, both male cats looked satisfied, stopping before a clump of ferns. The scent of cat was strongest here. "Welcome home," Fogfur spat. Frostfire noticed he'd become increasingly nasty to her, until it seemed like they'd never been on friendly terms to start out with.
Frostfire nodded back at him, unwilling to say much. The three cats ducked their heads and pushed through the slick, wet leaves into a wide clearing.
Two cats looked calmly back.
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Rosepaw woke, her sides heaving as she tried to regain control of her wild heartbeat. After a moment, she rolled over and fell asleep once more. Her dreams were completely devoid of the blue-eyed tomcat.
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Post by Waterfall on Dec 30, 2007 20:20:25 GMT -5
Great story!!! I love it so far. I like Frostfire's character she's cool!! I asume she's modeled after you?? Anyway please continue!! You're a great writer!!!
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Post by BlackLights on Dec 31, 2007 0:57:39 GMT -5
Yes, six moons means six months. XD Sorry to get all perfectionist on yall, but a moon is exactly 28 days and there are 13 moons in a year. So.. approximately a month, but not. Awesome story, Frostfire! Can't wait for the next chapter~
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Dec 31, 2007 16:33:21 GMT -5
Yes, six moons means six months. XD Sorry to get all perfectionist on yall, but a moon is exactly 28 days and there are 13 moons in a year. So.. approximately a month, but not. Awesome story, Frostfire! Can't wait for the next chapter~ Lol! I had no idea. And I wish Frostfire was modeled after me--she's my character, but we're nothing alike. I'm trying to portray her as brave and strong, when I honestly get freaked out by ladybugs. >-< Not spiders, just ladybugs. They're so small and loud and creepy....*shivers*
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Post by ƒrФ§тƒire on Dec 31, 2007 17:01:19 GMT -5
ANYWAY, here's another chapter. ;D
Fogfur spoke first. The smoky gray tom sidled over to the cats, his amber eyes narrowed. Addressing the larger of the two, a large black she-cat with silver bengal markings and silvery-blue eyes, he accused, "You brought a non-chosen to us."
The she-cat looked back at him, unfazed, and Frostfire noticed once more how her attitude matched hers and the two toms exactly. "This is my friend, Rye. He's lived with Night for a while now, and he wants to leave his band."
Emberheart stepped forward, brushing his tail along the she-cat's pelt. "Darkwind," he sighed, his tone both exasperated and affectionate. "I know we've been through a lot with Night, but just because this friend of yours says he's changed doesn't neccessarily mean it's true. And besides, he could be spying, for all we know."
Darkwind stood, her pelt bristling with anger. "Stop it," she snarled. "You always have to be the peacemaker here, but in the end you take Fogfur's side every time!"
Frostfire stepped forward, a familiar tingling in her paws. It was a small gift of hers, something she'd always been able to do. She knew truth from the lies instinctively, and the sensation she felt now was the eagerness to show off her power. Looking directly into Rye's gaze, she took what she hoped to be an authoritave position.
"My name is Frostfire, and I'm an exile from WingClan. What is your name?"
Rye looked back at her. "You just heard it from Darkwind," he said warily.
She lifted her head higher. "I know," came her icy reply, and she narrowed her eyes, concentrating. A tension grew in the air, the truth-seeing abilities inside of her spreading forth to surround the tom. "I want you to tell me what it is."
Darkwind, Fogfur, and Emberheart stood together, watching her carefully. Frostfire knew they sensed something, and they weren't sure what it was--that was the regular side effect all cats had in reaction while she used her power.
"It's Rye. My mother gave me that name."
The tension eased slightly, and Frostfire smiled. "Good. That's the truth. And why are you here?"
Rye blinked, thinking about it. "I came because Darkwind said I'd be safe from Night's wrath when he found out I'd deserted him."
The air tightened again, but not as fiercely as before. A half-truth. "That's only part of the reason," Frostfire warned him. "Tell me why you came, exactly why."
Rye took a shaky breath. "How do you know this?"
"How can I not know it? It's so easy to read your emotions. It also helps that I'm...talented in that field." Frostfire glared at him. "If you don't mind, why are you here?"
"What if I do mind?"
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Look at my friend, Fogfur. Over there. Do you see the wound on his shoulder?"
Rye looked and hissed in sympathy.
"I did that to him. I did it as a reflex, an accident. And it does look kinda bad for an accident, right? So if I don't get the truth from you, I'll know you're lying, and I'll rip you apart. I guarantee you, if I have a goal, I'm a thousand times worse."
Fear scent began to waft from him. Frostfire knew she had Rye where she wanted him. The tomcat sighed, and said, "Fine. It's not because I'm spying on you, I swear! You've always been Night's biggest concern, but I don't care about that now. I...I just want to be with Darkwind!"
Immediately the air fell slack, and Frostfire allowed herself to relax. "Smart tomcat," she said, and gazed over to Darkwind. "Look, I haven't really gotten to know you, but I can tell you this--it looks like your friend is actually your secret admirer. And I don't see why he can't be here, because he's telling the truth, and I'm never wrong."
Darkwind--who Frostfire had guessed to be the refugee from BoulderClan--blinked. "Is this true, Rye?" she whispered, both shocked and pleased.
Frostfire didn't really care about romances, and she tried to act unconcerned by Darkwind's pleasure in Rye's confession. Her pelt prickled with distaste as the tom nodded back at the black warrior.
Fogfur bowed his head. "I guess he can stay..." he muttered. "Seriously, though, how did you do that?"
"I've always been able to discern truth from lies," Frostfire sighed. She hated explaining, since there was nothing to explain. She could just...do it.
"Well, then. Any more surprises we should worry about?" Emberheart asked nonchalantly.
Frostfire smiled. "Nah. That's it."
Darkwind's eyes sparkled with relief. "Then I guess we should hunt. It's late and I'm hungry."
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Post by Waterfall on Dec 31, 2007 17:19:59 GMT -5
Great Chapter!!!
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Post by BlackLights on Dec 31, 2007 20:00:48 GMT -5
Eeep! That's so cool! I wish I could tell if someone was telling the truth or not, but I was born gullible, so I'm easy to trick. Is that a bad thing to admit? Awesomely great awesome chapter. Can't wait for next update~~~!
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