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Jetclaw

POSTED Dec 10, 2021 13:28:01 GMT -5 TO springclan

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Post by Jetclaw on Dec 10, 2021 13:28:01 GMT -5

(I want to get this scene played out so I made a new thread ѕнαdow✩ where Jetstar gives Draven a life. So the plot thread can focus on Draven and Goldengriffon whereas this can get underway)

Jetstar faded back into existence, gasping for air, having managed in the tossing of the rushing water to have wound up above it, just enough to suck air into her lungs. Her body screaming in pain.

She had no idea how many lives she'd lost, or how many times she'd faded in and out of StarClan's hunting grounds.

The last she remembered was her mother Satin and her sister, Grace, looking on with saddened expressions. But it was lost as she'd faded back into life.

Again and again.

Glimpsing some of her extended family, ready to greet and embrace her when her last life was lost-

Her head was submerged once more, and her world flipped with the water. Her body colliding hard with the riverbed, sending sparks of pain through her.

She could feel herself wanting to fade out again... but how many lives did she have left? Was this her last one? The final one that would take her to StarClan for good, and leave her body somewhere at the bottom of the lake-

She thought of Lightstep's body, of the body used in place of Satinlights, and her stomach flipped as did the rest of her, putting her right side up.

'No!' She thought flailing legs that felt weighed down by stones. She clambered at the bottom of the river bed struggling for purchase. Struggling to escape the center of it all.

Shore?! Where was shore?!

She thrust her body in a direction hoping desperately it was to shore when she slammed into something, something her claws dug into, the bark of a tree or something? And then water crashed over her again and her world went black-

But rather than fade back into StarClan again, her senses returned with a rush, and she coughed and hacked. Finding herself clinging to a log that had gotten snagged between two rocks.

The water flowed by, no longer the massive wave it had been, the river starting to resettle into its banks.

Jetstar panted dragging herself up the log and towards the shore collapsing there, flanks heaving.

She was alive... but her whole body ached, and she knew whatever life she was on... it wouldn't last much longer.

'I was supposed to protect SpringClan... supposed to be the claws it needed...' She thought weakly, resting her cheek on the sandy beach, gazing blankly off into the distance. 'I don't want to leave SpringClan like this. At the mercy of the grief of ancestors they can't speak to. The Sun God at least would've told us if we'd wronged him. Would've acted-'

She let out a shaky sob, flanks heaving. "If only SpringClan had such a guardian." She said weakly. Her gaze lifting to the dreary sky above. Unable to see the setting sun... or the stars.

"If only one of you would come down and protect them."

She reached a shaky paw towards the sky.

"Please."

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POSTED Dec 13, 2021 23:59:14 GMT -5 TO springclan

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Post by ѕнαdow✩ on Dec 13, 2021 23:59:14 GMT -5

It was in her haze, struggling to recover from every passing life as she tumbled and tossed in the rushing waters of the rapidly filling riverbank, that sharp jaws snatched her scruff and tossed her further upon dry land before the sound of sizzling water came closer to her head and a black tom gazed down at her with barely concealed contempt. He tilted his head, evident mistrust and doubt melting away to reveal a cold, yet far more open and daresay friendly expression, though his next words were cutting.

"That was a very foolish thing to do," he drawled, as though she wasn't still clinging to the bank for dear life with what strength she had left, fading quickly before his very eyes, "heroic, but foolish. Do you know what you've given and the path you've created for those you've left behind?" He leaned in so his eyes could make contact with her own tired ones. "Your clan?" He hummed and leaned back, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws, even as black smoke seemed to emanate from them and the water continued to sizzle before it died down, the scent of smoke emanating from them. "Was it all worth it, in the end, do you think?"

He clicked his tongue.

"You asked for a savior. Is it all you wished for?" He tilted his head.

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Edited Dec 13, 2021 23:59:26 GMT -5 By ѕнαdow✩

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POSTED Dec 20, 2021 23:36:28 GMT -5 TO springclan

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Post by Jetclaw on Dec 20, 2021 23:36:28 GMT -5

Jetstar coughed weakly, the strange entity's words blurring in her mind as she looked up at him blearily.

"I want... to give my clan someone to care for them. I promised them, they would have claws... that could protect their soul."

Something soft crossed Jetstar's gaze, she felt dizzy, but there was a fondness for this clan.

Over the time she'd spent in SpringClan Jetstar had found herself growing extremely fond of the cats in this soft hearted clan and open clan.

Jetstar had hoped to one day make them warriors, fighters that she could lead into battle.

But as moons passed she'd realized this wasn't the army she'd hoped for.

Instead this was a clan that needed someone to protect them.

And she'd failed. Failed in giving this clan the claws it needed to defend it's soft soul.

"I need... to leave them something to protect them. You saved my life." She rasped, she could've easily been tossed away. "Will you do all you can for SpringClan, to protect it?"

She could feel herself wavering, whether it was on the verge of unconsciousness or losing another life, she wasn't sure.

If this was her last moments, then she had to act now. Though this tom was covered in black smoke, the opposite of the sun god, there was something... calm in him.

Ethereal.

And perhaps that was what SpringClan needed.

"Be their guide," She rasped.

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POSTED Dec 22, 2021 16:44:14 GMT -5 TO springclan

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Post by ѕнαdow✩ on Dec 22, 2021 16:44:14 GMT -5

The tom gazed down at her, cold expression igniting briefly with barely concealed contempt at the mention of SpringClan and their soft hearts, sweet minds, precious, precious souls. He was disgusted. The urge to unsheathe a claw and strike it across her throat, end her honeyed poems she waxed with her last breaths to save his own barely unified mind and already blackened spirit was beyond tempting, a siren calling to him and near coaxing him to the rocks before he snapped out of it and his jaw ground together painfully.

“Hm.” He tilted his head, observing her. He could refuse to answer her, he thought meanly. Allow her to die without her final wish fulfilled, have her trek these lands trapped in purgatory just as he was. It was the look in her eyes as she gazed at him that had him pausing, resentment giving way to a flicker of unease. She saw something in him that hadn’t been there in many, many years. Both life and death had not been kind to him and had snuffed out the innocence and grace he once beheld. But perhaps… what she saw was something deep within that he refused to acknowledge. Could it return? Could he finally find closure and be allowed peace, to be blessed once more by good and light? The pain of such a vision clawed at his heart and made his teeth clench and grate.

There was only one soul who deserved his sympathy and love. That soul had been lost to him, but if he closed his eyes and imagined her at his side right now… what would she say?

He opened his eyes and leaned down to the leader’s ear. “You have my word. No outside force will be granted entrance to befall pain and death upon y- our clan. My word is my honor.”

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POSTED Dec 22, 2021 16:51:44 GMT -5 TO springclan

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Post by Jetclaw on Dec 22, 2021 16:51:44 GMT -5

Jetstar was too weak to fully process the mix of emotions that crossed the entities face. She let out a breath when he agreed stating no harm would befall their clan

The weakened she cat gathered her strength and pushed herself up so their noses touched.

"Then with this life," Jetstar rasped maintaining contact even as her legs shivered. "I grant you the power to uphold your promise to protect SpringClan."

A spark of energy zapped between them as the life was transferred, possibly her last to the entity. Giving him the necessary power to return.

Once the rush of power left Jetstar the tan and black she cat drooped back to the ground. Claws of death taking hold to pull her under.

"Go forth, guardian of spring." She rasped as her head hit the ground eyes blinking dazed before slipping closed. A soft breath slipping out of her then she was still.

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POSTED Jan 3, 2022 18:27:43 GMT -5 TO springclan

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Post by Jetclaw on Jan 3, 2022 18:27:43 GMT -5

(ѕнαdow✩ whenever you want Stygian to come in would be great XP)

Jetstar didn't know how long she'd lied there at the bank. Truthfully she'd expected to be dead.

But after she wavered into existence in StarClan for the last time, panting and feeling exhausted (who knew dying several times was so exhausting but at least she was done-

Her mother had simply cast her a sad look and shook her head, making Jetstar's eyes widen in shock. "Your time isn't over my darling daughter." Satin whispered. "I am so sorry I put such high expectations on you when I brought you to SunClan. You believed your worth was in your claws... and for that I regret failing you."

As Jetstar could feel herself wavering returning to the world of the living Satin leaned forward and licked between Jetstar's ears. "You have life in you yet, don't waste it like this again... please."

Satin's last word was barely audible practically a whisper, then StarClan's territory faded out and Jetstar woke up coughing on the riverbank.

It was empty, the cat... spirit, or whatever. Long gone.

Gone to SpringClan now... to tell of her demise.

She let out a long unsteady breath as she tried to get up only to drop back down.

Mouse dung what was she going to do?

If she went back she'd be SpringClan leader again... but after learning what she knew now after speaking with StarClan. That she hadn't been SpringClan's chosen one. That she'd been put there by one who wanted to avoid it.

And just... she felt like she'd done such an awful job.

Dancingdragon gone, so many cats gone.

And her mother's words.

Jetstar didn't much feel like the sharp claws of SpringClan anymore. She just felt... battered and exhausted.

Not ready to lead... not wanting to lead.

But what could she do? Eventually someone would come looking, she doubted Goldengriffon would give up hope completely... unless whatever she'd given that life to really worked to make sure no one came this way.

Jetstar let out a ragged sigh. She really hadn't expected to come out of the other side from this. How many lives left did she have? More than one? Or was this truly her last?

She pushed that aside. It didn't matter, what did matter was getting up and getting moving.

Returning to SpringClan would likely return her to her position and... it was time for SpringClan to have it's proper leader. Goldengriffon with the new guardian should do well.

As for her... well she'd figure it out probably.

She struggled trying to get up.

Just... needed... to stand!

She managed to rise to half her height before dropping back into the muck.

She groaned, and planted her muzzle partially into the mud. Ugh this was ridiculous. Everything hurt.

'I thought losing lives meant you were healed afterwards.'

Then she remembered Littlestar being laid up and she groaned.

Great. She was likely to be laid up as well... or should be, but she was stuck in the mud.

'Starting to really hate mud.' she groused. It sucked now. It sucked during that horrible moment where both she and Bloodycrow had seen the undead Littlestar and it just sucked in general.