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Rowanstrike knew what life outside fo WinterClan was like. He’d been born and raised as a rogue, as a part of gang that was willing a bd ready to sacrifice his life if it meant they didn’t have to lose theirs. It was something he knew, especially after watching some of his sibling subcome to that fate. But Birchtalon and him had escaped and eventually found their way to WinterClan. For many moons now, he’s called this place home. The large tom has worked his way through the system, starting out as all outsiders do as a prisoner and becoming one of the most loyal and dedicated cats of the clan. But he still watches out for himself more than anyone else, a habit he’s never been able to break and tats only gotten worse since his brother disappeared. Now, seeing someone else with a life similar to his own, he decided to extend the paw that Chestnutpaw had for him.
Prison life wasn’t easy and definitely not for all, but some dealt with it to become one with the clan. Rowanstrike and Birchtalon had made it, proof it could be done, that one could earn the trust of the clan. And he could see that same fate working for this cat as well. ”Good evening.”
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Post by uniqcrim on Oct 20, 2021 15:04:11 GMT -5
In all honesty, being a prison was boring. Fortunately, it was not her first time being held hostage and at least this time she stood a chance. This was a group that did not require much to be part of it once you were there and yet they had a very defined social hierarchy. It's what had drawn her in about Winterclan. She didn't need to kill or torture to be part of it, she could just be and contribute as much as possible.
The beautiful white and silver striped she-cat was on her fourth hour of just laying in the dark, when a voice came out of nowhere. She lifted her head up to look at the handsome brown tom standing before her. Her pale sage eyes blinking up at his as they adjusted. "Good evening, what brings a cat like you into my little corner of the dungeon?" She asked curiously with a small smile.
“Guard Duty.” Shirt and simple, and a true reason for him being there. But in reality, she’d caught his attention before, when he caught a glimpse of Rosemaryblight’s fight club. Rowanstrike, a large tom even for WinterClan’s standards, paused at the edge of the room, before taking a seat in a way that showed he wasn’t interested. He was trying to nonchalant, but really it wasn’t a skill he possessed, especially coupled with his resting b face.
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Post by uniqcrim on Nov 22, 2021 18:14:18 GMT -5
"Ah," The disappointment was evident in her voice and she rested her head on her paws again. The guards were so boring most of the time, most of them refused to even talk to them. One guard had even spit on her and it took all her self control not to react in any way. She could think of a million things she could have done... but alas none of them would get her anywhere except dead.
Rimeswirl lay there for a few minutes in silence before a thought suddenly came to mind, she was tired of laying here and playing the pretty prisoner, "What is it that has frozen the hearts of this clan so solid? And don't say the weather; I come from a much colder place than this," Her voice was thick with a faraway accent to back her claim. She looked at him with curiosity and patience, something she had learned with time.
“Blood.” He meant blood status, the social hierarchy, the inner workings of the clan. More than deaths and life but still the most important aspects of the clan. Something that took him a long, long time to learn. Truthfully, he was still learning it for as complex as it was. “He eyed her from the corner of his eye, shuffling on his paws some. Readjusting his paws one last time he shuffled to where he could see her better but still sitting at an angle and not fully facing her. “They baue it much more than anyone realizes. Even high status form hard work does not win them over as easily as ones blood status.” If he didn’t know Frigidpaw was in prisoner, he’d think all WinterClan born and raised cats could get away with murder. Though that tom wasn’t full blooded so maybe that was the difference.
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 6, 2021 23:16:00 GMT -5
She felt there was more to the story. Something old, a deep history greater than what this cat may or may not know. But she let it go. "Ah, yes, blood. A tail as old as time. Blood is thicker than the water of the womb." A knowing smile appeared on her face. Rimeswirl had many suspicions about Winterclan.
Something about it reminded her of home and that was another reason she chose to remain and try to become a part of the clan instead of making a run for it. "This place reminds me of where I grew up. I had many mothers and many sisters, but that was a long time ago. Were you always a member of Winterclan?" It was rare the guards talked to her but she was glad for the interaction.
“No. I was a prisoner once and worked my way into the ranks. They don’t value me as they wouldn’t a born cat, but I make due. It’s almost peaceful some days if you’d believe it.” Peaceful outside of camp that is. The tom was known for just wondering the land and staying away from camp most of the day. Rowanstrike could remember his days before WinterClan and would happily chose clan life over what he had, at least he was guaranteed to not be used as bait and sacrificed for no reason but another’s gain. “What of your home?” He didn’t enjoy talking about his own beginnings but he was curious what hers were if they were like WinterClan. Was it a different clan? Or something else?
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 18, 2021 22:54:35 GMT -5
She glanced towards the entrance of the cave almost wistfully, "My home is but a dream now. It was cold like it is here, but even colder. I had many mothers and sisters lose ears and limbs to the cold. Occasionally when there were kits most would never make it as long as your kits do here, it was a terrible place for living and raising kits but it was home all the same," she offered a small smile as she looked back at him. "It is somehow nice to know that maybe I won't be a prisoner forever, I feel my skills and wits are rotting away in this tiny little cave," the white swirled she-cat sighed. "Were you a prisoner for a long time?"
uniqcrim So I have this plot idea. Partially cus Cleav is determined to kill Rowanstrike and I’m down for clearing out a bunch of cats and starting a fresh. Anyways the plot goes like this. These two, Rowanstrike and Rimeswirl, get together, become mates, and when rimeswirl is pregnant, tragedy strikes. Rowanstrike and Robinring are cats that will never be friends and have always butt heads. Robinring will be getting his revenge on Rowanstrike by killing him after challenging him to a duel, which happens and is proposed at a ceremony (monthly one nothing special). Robinring will be killing Rowanstrike for personal reasons that’s haven’t full my been decided yet. Poor Rimeswirl will be left widowed while pregnant. Sound good?!
Rowanstrike didn’t have words to answer her with regarding her family, but he could answer her question. “Just over a year. Though I was grateful that someone advocated from my brother and myself. It made our stay much shorter than most prisoners, even for ones that join the clan.” He move dot face her now, giving g up pretenses of appearing to be doing his job. The tom had Rosemaryblight had a partner and she was doing her own thing with the prisoner on the far side. As long as no one escaped on their watch all would be fine. They weren’t the first nor the last to shirk their duties. “My brother and I were prisoners for trespassing. We stumbled upon the land while escaping from our childhood home and I have remained here ever since.” There was so much more to the story though.
"You look like you're doing pretty good for yourself now," She smiled and then rested her head on her paws again. Laying there in the darkness she sang softly to herself, helping pass the time. Rimeswirl didn't want to get her hopes up that maybe she could be promoted the way he had. That someone would vouch for her and that she could finally have a life again. Good behavior wasn't exactly going her way but she could only last so long in here. She couldn't help but wonder if coming here had been a mistake or some cosmic joke she didn't yet understand.
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It was her first day on probation and the chilly wind had never felt better in her thick white and grey swirled pelt. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as she was informed of this change in position. A year had gone by of her rotting in that den and finally this was a chance to really start carving out a life for herself. Part of that start would be looking for the guard whose company Rimeswirl enjoyed countless times. She was not one to be coy and had been open with him about her feelings, but that was how she found out that prisoners weren't allowed to fraternize with warriors. Well, darling, today she was a warrior.
After a proper groom, she set off, feeling a little bit awkward and unsure where to go or what to do. Wasn't there some kind of introduction or tour for newly released prisoners? How had she just suddenly gotten out like this anyways? It was a little bit suspicious but she didn't dwell on the thought too long.
The clan had been informed of her release at the ceremonies but she had not been allowed out that day or the next. First a few weddings had transpired and then the clan had gotten around to allowing the prisoner free. So all we’re aware of who she was and what she was doing, and few cared to even speak with her. Most WinterClan cats were weary to begin socializing with a newly released prisoner, least their social reputation fall from it.
Rowanstrike had been sent out in a border patrol followed by a hunting one, so he was unaware that today was Rimeswirl’s release day. Something had drawn him to her from the first day she’d arrived and while he’d been able to control that curiosity to find out why for the majority of her stay, he’d failed in his last few rotations on guard duty. The tom had begun speaking with her and so far had gotten away with it. The clan was known the wiser about his friendly interactions with the prisoner, but he also did not completely have his answer to his question. Just what was drawing him to her?
Fresh snow had begun falling when he first started on his way back from his hunting patrol and had only increased as he treckend through into camp. A good size white rabbit dangled from his jaw as he crossed into the warmer cavern of camp. While at the entrance, he shook his fur in an attempt to leave the snow outside. Though, it didn’t work well for him, nor did it do any good in getting rid of the chill crawling up his legs and body.
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 26, 2021 23:27:50 GMT -5
She did not expect a very heartwarming welcome into the clan, and she did not receive one. Figures. Even she had picked up a thing or two here and there and knew better than to expect any Winterclan cat to be heartwarming or forthcoming with any kind of emotion. With time she would build their trust and respect. Like a rat crawling its way up is what it must look like to them, but she did not care. Being ostracized here was better than being alone out there. At least, that's how Rimeswirl saw it. When she couldn't find Rowanstrike at first she was disappointed and hoped that maybe Squidking would be around, but he was nowhere to be found either.
Finally, she gave up and went hunting. At least that way she would be useful and have something to bring in to show the worth she already knew she had. She camp walking up to the camp entrance with a couple of mice and a water vole, her beautiful fur dusted all over with soft white snow. Her extra toes helped keep her above the existing snow on the ground and her silver sage eyes stared intently ahead. Well, speak of the devil there he was. She approached him cautiously, unsure if he would even speak to her or shun her like everyone else. He had been a prisoner once upon a time after all.
"Where can I put fresh-kill?" She mumbled around her mice, blinking up at him.
Rowanstrike was startled to find a cat standing beside him when he finished shaking most of the snow from his fur. “Oh…I cans how you if want?” Did she wish to speak with him? Or was it just because he was right here at the entrance? The tom wasn’t a her she would want to speak with him upon being released or if she would want to make her own way through the camp and thus her own mark. While he was seen favorably in the clan, he still wasn’t everyone favorite and part of that feel upon his single status. So far, to his luck, he hadn’t been arranged to anyone yet and to some extent, cats in the clan saw that as a reason to not socialize with him. Which was fine as the tom wasn’t the socializing type. Plus, he had Robinring going around as well tell of a challenge from moons ago and the repercussions it has had on his now failed marriage to Roseshade. For the most part, Rowanstrike had ignored it all and just gone about being a warrior to his best abilities. The tom doesn’t worry about his social standings outside of making sure he’s not about to be tossed back into prison. But maybe Rimeswirl woudl care more and become more interested in the finer details of the social structure. It had seemed as though she was partially interested DIN it from their talks, but maybe he was wrong considering a he was speaking to him now.
“It’s set in the clearing of camp, deeper into the cavern so as to keep it from freezing. Ceremonies, training, and general gathering are also in the area. Largest flat space in all of camp so you’ll find lots to do there.” Rowanstrike felt awkward telling her about camp a story made there way around the hot springs located on their right and towards the clearing. They passed most of the dens on their left and were nearly trampled over when they passed the nursery, one of the last dens and one directly across from the clearing.
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 26, 2021 23:51:25 GMT -5
She studied him for a moment, unsure if his offer was genuine or if he was just being polite. Was it that different now that she had finally been promoted? Or maybe she had misunderstood him. Rimeswirl was not fond of misunderstandings, she would make herself clear sooner rather than later. "Ah, that makes sense. I haven't really been in the camp. Thank you for showing me," She deposited the prey on the pile and stretched with a sigh. "It feels good to be out and about but... Is it embarrassing to talk to me in public?" She asked with a grimace as a couple walked by with obvious annoyance in their eyes. She had no clue who they were, had never even seen them on guard duty.
“No! I was afraid you’d be embarrassed to speak with me. They accept me but I am still an outsider and struggle with the social system. You’re by far better at socializing than I could ever dream to be.” This was probably the most he’d spoken since the disappearance of his brother and friend moons ago. Rowanstrike could feel a slight blush covering his cheeks that he could count as a result of the cold. The warmth from camp has already melted the last of the snow upon his fur, but luckily, he’s able to hide his blush for a moment as he sets his prey upon the pile in the clearing.
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 27, 2021 16:30:19 GMT -5
A light laugh bubbled out of her, "Definitely not, I can tell nobody wants to talk to me or acknowledge my existence. Today is a bit bittersweet. That's why I was looking for you, you're familiar and I am comfortable with you." It was a sudden and semi-public declaration but was true. She had played quiet and coy for long enough and was tired of being that cat confined to a dark den with constant supervision. "Care to join me on my small promotion celebration?" pao
Rowanstrike was shocked that she’d been looking for him of all cats, and…why would she do that. But he realized why, and his heart fell a little, that she found comfort in his familiar presence. Nothing more and nothing less, at least not that he was obviously aware of. For all that Rowanstrike was intelligent and cunning, he did not always get social ques, which led him to struggling in WinterClan. While he understood enough to know he’s been insulted, it was good news or less obvious manipulations (mostly form cats he wasn’t expecting such things to happen by such as kits learning the grace) that he completely missed. The flaw the tom had always had and the one he’d allowed his brother or have control of. But Birchtalon was gone, missing and no signs of returning, and so the tom had no one else to fall back on for social ques and to handle the social graces most understood.
“You’ve already been officially promoted And I was not made aware of any other ceremonies or celebrations.” All of the weddings had already been concluded and over with, so what celebration was she talking about? Prisoner releywereny celebrated, at least his hadn’t been nor had the only other ones he knew of Howlingnight and Gingersnap.
