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Post by complacentdevil on Sept 5, 2021 19:11:31 GMT -5
Part one of the Swiftclan moves plot! In the beginning cats will be experiencing 'little evils' aka small curses sent from their ancestors, either trying to encourage them to pack up and move away from the amusement park (from the side that supports them), or just to poke at them and punish them for trying to return to accepting starclan (from the side thats angry that swiftclan ever turned their backs on starclan).
Either reply here or make some threads about some creepy stuff that your cats might be going through in these challenging times!
Heavypetal gasped, his eyes shot open in the dark as his legs scrambled to get a hold on the ground below him. His breathing was ragged, awoken for the fifth... sixth? time in a row from a horrid nightmare. It had plagued him for days, first starting once a moon, then once a few days, now it was every night it seemed. Ever since Cradlegrave had taken off, everything was off. Some cats had taken off akin their previous leader, he didnt blame them, but the camp was looking terribly empty in the dark of night as he rose to his paws, looking out from his new nest in the leader's den. This wouldn't do for long, something nagged at him that things like this would continue, and probably grow in the time they had here still. He sighed, sitting down with his head hung, tail curling around his paws as he shivered in the coming chill. This wont do for long he repeated to himself, closing his eyes.
"Who's there?" Grumpypaw snarled, his head whipping up to search for Heavypetal. The partially blind apprentice looked haunted, the skin around his inflamed eyes sagging, his coat dusty and limp. He had slept in... days, maybe. He didn't know anymore. Every time he left the camp alone, he swore he heard someone behind him, but he could never find them, and day upon day of it was making him go mad. He was pacing the park tonight, unable to sleep, when he saw the leader stirring from the corner of his eye.
"Something is off," Steepfall murmured, stretching into a sitting position. He had been awoken by a nightmare, as had, it seemed, most of SwiftClan. From the corner of his eye he saw black-and-white Spiritlake groan and dig her face into her father's shoulder and, a few tail-lengths away, young Fawnpaw was up pacing, dark rings around her eyes.
"Dad, I had a nightmare again," Mistkit complained, paying at Steepfall's side. He nosed the top of the kit's head and gently said, "Go talk to your mother" before standing up on all fours and lumbering over to Heavypetal. There was an annoyed look on his face although he wasn't near as annoyed as he appeared, that was just the way he always looked, "I think you need to send Firetooth and Fawnpaw to Mooncreek and find out what is going on with these nightmares. Now even the kits have begun to have them."
Post by complacentdevil on Sept 13, 2021 16:55:18 GMT -5
The acting leader hung his head, a defeated look washing over his face as he watched his clan stir in the middle of the night. They looked exhausted, beaten by an unseen enemy. One that he hadnt even seen the face of. Yet he felt hopeless as he looked around. His ears perked when Steepfall spoke, nodding his head. It was a good idea, but this had been going on for half a moon it felt like, and it would be the same time for their journey there and back. He didnt even know if starclan would answer their calls with Cradlegrave having turned the clan against them. The large tom sagged, furrowing his brows as he thought. "Everyone can return back to bed, try to get some sleep, we will have a meeting in the morning about what to do with this." He nodded towards the warrior, trying to look like he had a solution as he gave a flat smile.
Blacksky stirred from her nest, an angry look on her face, though she tried to shrug it off, hoping that peaceful sleep would come to her.
"You know as well as I that none of us are going to get any sleep, not now, anyway," Steepfall replied harshly, casting his green gaze toward the four kits peeking over Ophelia's flank, all wide awake and trembling slightly, "But if you want to keep waiting, I guess you are the leader. I hope you manage to find some peace tonight..."
With that the black-furred tom pulled away and padded back over to his mate and kits.
~*~
"Mooncreek isn't all that far away. Firetooth and I can leave now and be there before daybreak," Fawnpaw mewed quietly to Heavypetal after Steepfall had left, "Cradlegrave may have turned against StarClan, but I never did. Perhaps they can give us some answers."
Post by complacentdevil on Sept 13, 2021 22:41:06 GMT -5
Steepfall's words stung like a wasp. The grey tabby grit his teeth. It still felt like he had just shown up, brand new, no one trusted him yet. He couldn't blame them. There was problems that he didnt know how to solve, and here he was twiddling his thumbs like they were going to just puff into thin air and return him to the peaceful times. He went to that gathering and everything, surely that would've been worth something? He sighed, watching the clan try to return to rest.
When Fawnpaw stepped up he put a small smile on his maw. She always seemed to know what to do, even with her young age. If not for her and Firetooth he would've lost the clan when Cradlegrave disappeared for sure. Heavypetal nodded. "I'd go with you, if you're getting answers, I'd like to be there as well. I need to be able to talk to them, give them something to look forward to," he explained, knowing deep down he really didn't have to.
"Are you sure? If all three of us leave now, then there will be no one left to lead the Clan in the case of emergency. I'm sure they'll be fine, but..." Fawnpaw began only to be cut off by Firetooth.
"I'll stay here," He said with a kind of weird smile on his face, "StarClan needs to talk with you both." <blatant powerplay
Fawnpaw's baby blue eyes shined bright when Firetooth spoke up. (1) He wasn't one to smile and (2) they were almost always a pair, so something was up and it made her both excited and nervous. Of course she couldn't say that in front of Heavypetal so she just gulped and nodded, "Thanks dad... ummm... Are you ready to go, Heavypetal?"
