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Hello, my dear blossoms. The title of this thread may be familiar to you. If it is, thank you in advance; you have shown an interest in our clan and remained devoted to us, through all of the hills we’ve climbed and fallen down. For those who already know, this is a continuation of the plot ‘Tides of Sin’ started January. That plot unfortunately didn’t take off the way I hoped it would, but there was so much going on for everyone on Classic and IRL that we’ve decided we will keep this short and sweet.
“Please tell us the story.” A soft, small voice mewled, pressed up against the white form of a she-cat who lay curled in her large nest, her little bundles of joy eagerly gazing at her, each with a separate set of eyes — green, gold, brown, blue. And she with her own, one lilac and one soft rose, watched them with a tired smile.
“Alright,” she breathed, as the crown of the Empress was set to the side and the doting shawl of a mother enveloped the den, “scoot in, cuddle close. Let me tell you a story of the night our world as we knew it changed and the world you’ve come to know was born.”
TIDES OF SIN.
There was a great warrior, an ethereal guardian, who watched over the cats of spring. He was just, fair, and treated all with kindness. But he had a past that was troubled, a present that was quickly catching up to him, and a future that was more unknown than the deepest seas. He was adored by all who knew him. All but one.
“Let all,” a black tom with white facial markings gritted out, tilting his head and popping it, “who are old enough,” he sneered, “to catch their own prey, gather here.” It was a typical clan meeting, with a typical call, save the tension that the tom exuded, until: “Now.” A deep, rasping growl echoed throughout the clearing, spelling danger for all who dared oppose.
The tom leaned his head back, chin up, and glared upon his audience.
“It has been brought to my attention that some of you.” He stopped and growled lowly, “all of you… have been spreading treacherous, mutinous lies. One of these traitors I believed to have had my back, as she has proven herself to be no more than a manipulator who acted for her own agenda.” He turned back, nudging the she-cat behind him forward. “Why don’t you greet her, cats of SpringClan? As the traitor she is.” He smiled and leaned close to her ear. “Softpelt.” He purred, before shoving her off the meeting rock and onto the ground below.
“Your former leader gave her life to ensure I was made your guardian. I’m here to protect you. And what do I get as thanks?” He sniffed. “Betrayal.”
Softbriar had slipped out of the Springclan camp as soon as the cost was clear. Her father had gone out, hoping to find some sort of prey to bring back to the camp. Or maybe he just needed time to himself. Whatever it was, it had to wait. He was the only one that would be able to knock any sense into Draven now. He'd only listen to Goldengriffon... at least this time she hoped. Softbriar had never been a religious she-cat, but she sent up a quick prayer regardless as she forced her legs to carry her further into Springclan territory
Softpelt had retired to the elder's den because she'd felt she had seen and dealt with enough in life.
She'd passed up becoming leader of SpringClan because she hadn't felt ready, and had admitted to the fact after Jetstar had wound up disappearing after destroying the dam that had been keeping SpringClan's territory flooded so badly.
But something... something had happened when Draven and company returned from the Moon Creek to get his lives. Draven had been a promising choice...
Though as time wore on Softpelt began to see more and more problems and had confided in her peers that something was amiss. Even trying to go to Timelesspaw, and ask if Sakurablossom was due back soon to consult with StarClan. But she'd been locked out on her efforts.
All she'd gotten for her troubles of raising concerns was to earn Draven's ire. The fluffy white she cat grunted as she was practically tossed off the meeting rock landing in a heap on the ground.
"Mother!" Inksplash cried the black and white she cat gasping as she rushed forwards. "What was that for?!" She cried looking up at Draven with wide eyes.
"Stay back," Softpelt warned her daughter, Inksplash stopping a tail length away from her eyes wide. Softpelt slowly pushed herself back up.
"I said no lies," Softpelt ground out looking up at Draven, "Something... something in you changed when you returned from the Moon Creek! I may not be able to confide in StarClan anymore, but I have eyes. The shortness, the coldness, the cat that introduced himself as our leader, and the cat who returned... you've changed for the worst."
Draven sneered, tired of looking upon the rumpled she-cat as she hissed irrelevant accusations. She wasn’t wrong, though. Something had changed. The black tom had knelt before the moonstone and what had greeted him wasn’t the soft approval for the guardian of spring, but darkness and the sort of cold that embeds itself into your bones. Three forms had whispered mockingly words he had never dreamed could even pass another feline’s lips. An ultimatum was placed before him, their eyes gleaming as though they knew he’d fail, and what was he to do? He had been a prisoner until he agreed.
Now, he was fulfilling their prophecy. He wasn’t strong enough to protect his mate, nor was he strong enough to avenge her. But perhaps he would be strong enough to wipe out the mocking grins and pitiless smiles of SpringClan’s descendants. That he could do.
“Silence!” He rolled his neck. “For your insolence, your disrespect, and your attempts at mutiny to overthrow myself and place your weak, decrepit form in my stead, you shall be punished.” Mismatched eyes glinted with sadistic glee. “Execution seems to be in order, does it not? An eye for an eye. You’ve attempted to rid me of the power that is rightfully mine. Now I will do the same.”
Draven descended the meeting rock, approaching Softpelt, claws raking into the soft dirt and a small manic smile on his lips. “Finally. You will pay for what you’ve done to me. To her. You’ll all pay.”
Softpelt's eyes widened as she staggered away from Draven, every hair on her pelt standing on end, bushing out to where the she cat looked like a soft fluffy cloud. A very puffed up fluffy cloud.
It would be cute if she wasn't terrified for her life.
Softpelt had done much in her years of being alive, filled many jobs, being a skilled fighter had not been one of the hats she'd worn.
"An eye for an eye?! All I've done is speak that something is wrong! That something is amiss, that there's something wrong with you! That's not worth death!" She cried drawing back as far as she could.
"Stop this!" Inksplash snarled, unlike her mother the sleek white and black she cat had been a warrior all her life and knew what she was doing. She put herself between Draven and her mother. "My mother is simply speaking the truth! There is something wrong with you!" She turned to SpringClan, "Can't you see it as well?! The madness?!" She cried, voice high with the emotions coursing through her.
"Inksplash-" Softpelt whispered, horrified that her daughter had now put herself in the middle of this.
Firefly's ears lowered and he shifted back uncomfortably in his spot. Softpelt's words did seem innocuous, simply noting something amiss, and draven's sentence was... overboard but...
"The punishment is too high!" Cardinalsong threw out the ginger tom straightening up, glancing at the cat beside him. "Softpelt did act against SpringClan in not accepting responsibility when she should've and if she is plotting as you say, then simply throwing her out will suffice. Why shed blood upon the soil we've finally reclaimed?"
A shiver ran now Chai's spine as Draven called out for Softpelt's execution. A wave of horror washed over him, and for a brief moment his blood ran cold in his veins. He had been there that day at the Moonstone. He had seen the change in Draven's demeanor when their leader had returned to the patrol that had escorted him there. Something about him felt wrong after that. Stepping forward the usually soft spoken tom found himself speaking out, defying his own will as if possessed and someone had taken control of his voice and was using it against him.
"Softpelt speaks the truth! I was there that day, you have changed. Something is indeed wrong!" Now it was as if his paws had betrayed him as well, the pale brown tom now found himself moving to stand beside Inksplash, his green eyes on Softpelt, full of concern and obvious terror as he backed up her claim.
The black ghost of a leader snarled at the black and white she-cat that got in his way as he continued to advance toward Softpelt, only to snap his head around with an ugly curl to his lip and set to his jaw when Cardinalsong and Chaieffervesce joined in. Mutiny! They were calling for his resignation! They would soon betray him. All of them. None could be trusted. They wanted to see him burn. Fall again to their claws as they smiled while he bled. A fresh wave overwhelmed him and he growled. “She is an untrustworthy snake. You think I don’t see what’s happening? She’ll go and she’ll bring back reinforcements! All to get rid of me! This clan should be bowing to me! Me! I’m your savior, your precious Jetstar chose me as the one to lead you! Kits, all of you, not respecting your leader!” He spat, lashing out towards Inksplash with his claws. He growled and stalked around the she-cat, mismatched eyes focused entirely on Softpelt. “She won’t be a threat if she’s dead.”
Vermilioninferno glanced at his clanmates, hackles raised, watching on in barely concealed horror as their leader seemed to lose what sanity he had left and enact his vengeance on the ones he was meant to protect. He swallowed, a fission of fear coursing down his spine. He suddenly, deeply missed his sister. Why had she left them with this tom? Had she been under his spell, just as Jetstar had been? How long had this demon had his claws in the most just and honorable cats he knew? Goldengriffon… He turned his head and glanced at the camp entrance. Goldengriffon had saved them from Draven before. Where was he?
Somewhere, over his shoulder, on the wind, there but fading even as he heard it, a voice whispered in Draven’s ear. Don’t do this. This isn’t you. The black tom wanted to melt into the she-cat’s voice, wanted to turn and greet her for the first time in so long, but she was gone, they took her from him. He snarled and whipped back towards Inksplash and Chaieffervesce. Inhaling a deep breath, and tasting the scent of a love he thought was long gone, the tom closed his eyes and allowed himself to be enveloped in it.
“Fine.” He growled out a hum, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s see just how snakelike she can be. Softpelt, from this moment onward, you are banished. If you set foot on this land or I see your face again, your murder will not be swift nor painless.” Mismatched eyes opened and settled on the older she-cat. “Thank your ancestors, for surely they are watching out for you.” He suddenly smiled slowly.
"B-banished?" the warrior choked out. Seriously? Get a grip you coward! Wincing at his internal scolding the brown tom turned his gaze to Draven. He did his best to dispel any sign of obvious fear as he faced the tom, and even dared to step closer to SpringClan's leader. "You can't just banish her because you don't like what she's saying. What are you going to do, banish anyone who disagrees with you? You won't have a clan to lead."
Draven turned to Chaieffervesce with a wicked smile. “I can’t? Who has the authority to stop me? You?” He licked his lips and dug his claws into the earth. “I’d like to see you try. You think you’re so strong? Even as you stand before me, cowering and trembling like the child you are. You’re no better than the kits you play with in the nursery. Besides,” he tilted his head back and smirked victoriously, “why don’t you take up your grievances with Cardinalsong? It was his idea to mercifully cast her aside. I wanted to kill her, but no.” Mismatched eyes flashed. “Perhaps you would have agreed with the former punishment? I can always overturn the ruling…”
"No!" he hissed, for once managing to keep the panicked horror out of his voice. "This is insane, Softpelt is a loyal warrior, and has always been dedicated to SpringClan. She doesn't deserve execution or banishment for voicing her concerns. You're so worried about the supposed lies she's telling. If what we said isn't true then prove it!" A growl seeped into the warrior's throat and anger briefly flashed in his green eyes as he addressed their apparent leader.
Softpelt's pelt bushed out blue eyes wide as she fearfully drew back.
Inksplash growled lowly. "Chaieffervesce is right! This is insane!"
Softpelt let out a shaky breath gently reaching out to touch her daughter's shoulder. "Sweetheart it's okay." She tried to soothe her daughter.
It was horrifying facing banishment again for the third time. But last time she had been warned if she'd stayed she'd die. It had been an exile in stead of death.
This time it was clearly the case again.
If she stayed and fought not only could she die, but her daughter could as well for defending her.
Best she leave for now, perhaps seek out Spring's allies... SunClan perhaps? No Jetstar's original clan may have been decent to Spring before, but without any blood tie to Spring now, there might not be such kindness.
But Softpelt knew if she stayed her daughter and others would get hurt defending her.
"I know something is very wrong with you Draven... but I won't make others fight for me." She said slowly. "I will leave." Softpelt said.
The older she cat didn't dare turn around though, instead slowly backing away to put three tail lengths between her and Draven before turning tail and walking out.
Cardinalsong grit his teeth, he'd been hoping perhaps Draven would see that he was being unreasonable. But he understood why Softpelt bowed to the order.
Softpelt was old and not a fighter, recently retired to the elders den after serving SpringClan as best she could. Of course she'd back down and avoid a fight.
Cardinalsong wasn't so weak.
His ears flattened. "This is wrong!" He snarled at Draven, "If you were half the leader you claimed to be you'd stop this!"
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Post by Nova on Feb 6, 2022 11:01:07 GMT -5
"Draven!"
Goldengriffon tore through the entrance of Springclan's territory. He had managed to make it just in time to hear of Softpelt's banishment. The clan's outrage had been so vocal that both he and his daughter were able to hear it a few miles away from the camp. Softbriar pinned her ears back as she followed after her father, looking at the clan and finally up to Draven. But the fluffy tabby quickly averted her eyes, unable to look at him for long as her lips curled into a small snarl.
"Enough of this!" Goldengriffon hissed, standing beside Softpelt. "You're taking this too far! This was something you should have discussed with me first, not something you take into your own paws! But perhaps there is a reason you've kept this from me, for I would never agree to this! Any of this!"
The deputy turned to his daughter as she made her way next to Softpelt. "Stay here with her, Softbriar..." He whispered before he made his way towards the center of the camp.
"This must stop, Draven." The deputy said firmly. "And it must stop now. This is not protecting Springclan, this is not what you are meant to do as leader!"
“This is absolutely protecting SpringClan! Protecting you and me!” Draven hissed at the deputy, sneering at the tom’s righteous stance. “This snake’s been trying to get rid of me, the guardian of spring, since I was appointed. Well, she won’t be a problem anymore.” The black tom growled at Cardinalsong, a silent warning to stay back, and turned to Softpelt. “You have until the count of five to get out of my sight. One…”
Vermilioninferno tensed, claws digging into the earth, gold eyes trained on their ‘leader’.
“Two…”
A small group of kits huddled at the mouth of the nursery, most of their sight blocked by the queens and a couple of warriors who stood guard, yet they watched with wide eyes and trembling whiskers as Draven advanced towards the elder.
“Three…” Draven’s mismatched eyes slid to Goldengriffon, a growing smirk on his face.
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Post by Nova on Feb 6, 2022 14:33:35 GMT -5
Goldengriffon curled his lips into a soft snarl, his eyes pleading- almost begging Draven to stop. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his friend. Still, his claws slid from their sheaths, and his muscles tensed for a fight. One he wasn't sure he could see through.
Yet before the deputy could react, a flash of gold shot past him. Paws, with sheathed claws, wrapped around Draven's neck as teeth bit down around his scruff. Softbriar used the momentum to her advantage as she tackled Draven, pulling him away from her father and Softpelt. Surprisingly quick despite her condition, the young warrior lay on her stomach her sides heaving as she stared at Draven, surprised by her own actions. Time seemed to stand still for her as she slowly rose to her paws, every part of her ready to fight back. The cat she had come to admire... even love was irrational. She wasn't sure what he was capable of now and refused to take a chance.
"I'm... I'm not her biggest fan either..." Softbriar hissed softly. "But you're taking this too far..."
Softpelt's ears flattened against her head staggering back despite Softbriar having stood close to her to protect her. The white she cat had no desire to let others get hurt... but for even Goldengriffon to see this was wrong now... it made her straighten slightly.
She winced when Softbriar reminded her that she didn't like her choices. But she appreciated her standing up for her despite her dislike.
"Draven others can clearly see something is wrong! There is no need for this, just stop!" Softpelt pleaded. "If you can tell us what's wrong we want to help you! These are your friends, your clanmates! They care about you, they want to help you!" She cried hoping perhaps they could get through to him to calm him down.
Though he was caught in the surprise and momentum, the black tom stumbled back to standing and whirled around to glare at the golden she-cat that had the audacity to attack him. Breathing heavily through clenched jaws, black and blue eyes wide before narrowing, pupils blowing up, he snarled and lashed out, claws unsheathed, paw slamming into the side of her head and slamming it into the ground where she lay. “You dare be insolent enough to defy and attack your leader!”
Vermilioninferno hissed and launched himself forward, unsheathed claws digging into Draven’s shoulders and yanking him away from Softbriar. “An honorable leader doesn’t lay a paw on the loyal!”
Draven rolled, crushing the young warrior beneath him, and snarled down at him, leaning down and sinking his jaws into Vermilioninferno’s throat, who hissed in agony. “You have no ground to speak to me about loyalty.”
The black tom turned and advanced toward Softbriar, Softpelt now forgotten in the wake of newly fresh betrayal, and glowered down at her. “I expected better of you, out of all of them.” Pain and grief flashed through his gaze. Turning toward Softpelt, he moved to rebuff her claim, frustrated and offended the elder had yet to rid herself from the camp, before the sound of a distressed yowl cut through and he turned to the side to see a newly promoted warrior run straight for his flank. Sweetsacrifice launched forward, tears in the corners of her eyes.
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Post by Nova on Feb 6, 2022 14:53:05 GMT -5
Softbriar liked to think she was fast, but she wasn’t fast enough. She yowled in pain as his claws sunk deep into her flesh, the sound cut short as her head was slammed into the ground. Softbriar lay there, stunned and dizzy, blood dripping into her eye and casting the world into a horrendous hue of red. She dared a glance up at Draven, her lips curled as she glared weakly at him. Her own feelings of betrayal reflected in the tears that dripped down her cheeks.
“And I… expected more from you…” she hissed
Goldengriffon turned quickly towards Softpelt. “Grab as many cats as you can. Take them somewhere safe, away from Draven. Now! We don’t have any time to lose!”
The deputy had started to run towards Draven, claws digging into the earth, and began to urge his legs faster the moment he saw his other daughter launching herself at the deranged leader
Softpelt's eyes widened, and then she nodded. "Inksplash! Blackberry! Start guiding cats away!" She called out.
"You need to get out of here too mother!" Inksplash cried turning to go towards the nursery afraid by what she was seeing, something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong. "Go to the makeshift camp we used during the flood!" She shouted. "Everyone get out!"
"Why should we run?! We need to stand and fight! This cat's crazy!" Maskedknight said, though his paws were rooted to the spot as he watched it all go down. So shocked that things had gotten so out of paw.
Cardinalsong though saw the writing on the wall. Things were going badly wrong. And he knew, vaguely that perhaps there was someone who could help. Draven had lost his mind, or seemed to after going to the moon creek.
This realization made Cardinalsong turn tail and bolt, ignoring the angry shout from Inksplash as he ran. He ran and ran not stopping until he neared where he'd last seen Sakurablossom.
"Sakura! Sakura! Something's wrong! Draven! He's gone mad! Apparently.. .Apparently since the moon creek!" He rasped between pants once he reached her.
Sakurablossom’s mismatched eyes widened minutely at Cardinalsong’s panted information, blinking rapidly in thought, before she let out a shuddering breath and nodded. “Hurry.” The she-cat dropped the herbs she had mindlessly gathered to bring back to camp, a voice in the back of her head whispering that even that bit wouldn’t be enough once this was over, and ran back in the direction Cardinalsong had come from. Back to camp. Her heart thumped in her chest. Wait for me. Please wait for me. Tears pricked at her eyes, due to the sharp winds that hit her pelt with the speed she was moving and another reason entirely, Please don’t do this alone.
Back at camp, Draven seemed to shred the last of his sanity at Goldengriffon’s call. As though… as though he was a threat. He wasn’t a threat. They were. They all were. Looking around himself at the cats who remained, for one reason or another, he saw faces he had hoped to have forgotten after all this time. Dark smiles and laughter echoing around him. Whispers that he deserved the punishment he was getting. You thought you could escape the Dark Forest. Don’t you know this is the Dark Forest and all the demons are here?
The black tom breathed heavily, heart beating erratically, and stared wide eyed at a blurry, random spot as panic filled him.
Toy soldier, will you follow?
Draven gazed down at the ground, body shuddering, before he snarled and lashed out, the blue of his eye nearly blacked out by the pupil, and slashed across Sweetsacrifice’s face. The she-cat let out a shriek of pain, blood spattered upon the earthen floor, but the tom didn’t let up. Blow after blow, the tom saw the morphing faces of his antagonizers shift across her face, and something began to settle within him, even as he started to only see red.
The she-cat coughed and lay upon the earth as he stumbled away, briefly returned to sanity with his anger briefly sated. He glanced over at her, shivering at the sight she made, and his ears twitched to focus on the gurgling she made. A rattling breath and the eye that wasn’t slashed gazed at him.
“Don’t hurt her. Please. They’re your family. Please.”
Draven frowned at her, ignoring as Vermilioninferno approached Sweetsacrifice and carefully moved her away from the tom, the black tom distracted by her words and his confusion. They? Goldengriffon wasn’t family. Neither was Softbriar for that matter. He may have loved her, but she wasn’t his. He squinted and gazed at Softbriar, at the ginger way she held herself and shielded herself, and a stone started to form in his stomach.
The tom let out a shaky breath and unsteadily stood, unable to comprehend the myriad of emotion he was enduring, even as the red and black haze began to fall over him again. They kept it from me. They all kept it from me. Secrets. So many secrets. Traitors.
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Post by Nova on Feb 6, 2022 15:38:31 GMT -5
He had been too late. He wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t strong enough to save his daughter. Goldengriffon felt frozen, unaware that he was still moving, as he watched Draven assault his daughter. Over, and over again.
He had only snapped out of it when Softbriar let out an agonized wail. The she-cat had slowly been standing up, careful of her stomach, and the lack of vision in one eye. But she didn’t need both her eyes to see the horror that befell her sister.
“No!” Softbriar screeched, caution forgotten as she lunged forward. She pushed past Draven, and even past Vermillioninferno as she crouched down close to Sweetsacrifice.
“Sweets…? Hey… hey, it’s okay. You’re okay…” Softbriar said quickly, gently brushing her sister’s fur back with a shaking paw. “That was so stupidly brave of you… just stay awake okay? Da…Dad’s going to figure this out and… and then we’ll get Softpelt to c-check you out… okay? Does that sound good?”
Softbriar flinched at the sound of her father’s roar. She turned her head in time to watch as the deputy launched himself at Draven, rolling with the tomcat and digging his claws into Draven’s flesh.
