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Forr the past few moons the clan has been fighting an invisible enemy. Sickness. It started suddenly, and without much warning. The first cat fell ill. Coughing, runny nose, breathing problems. The medicine cat thought it simply to be greencough, until other symptoms began. Vomiting started, eyes running, and body temperature increasing drastically. The sickness spread so quick, the medicine cat was at a loss. So many were sick that hunting for the well Warriors was near impossible for them to feed them all. They began to starve, and soon, the deputy and leader had fallen ill as well. The body count began to climb, the medicine cat soon contracting the illness. The first of the ranks to die were kits and elders, their bodies to weak to fight. The medicine cat was next, but it was said the cat fought more fierce than any, making sure to do what they could to keep the others pain free and comfortable. Then went the leader, life by life. It’s said that cat suffered the most, and they begged StarClan to save their clan. The deputy perished last, leaving the clan with very few warriors, and even lesser apprentices. The kits, Queens, elders, they had all left their life behind and joined the ranks of StarClan.
Finally, it was over. The sickness became known as Ripple Cough. It would forever scar the hearts of those who left, and stories would be told of each cat who fought valiantly.
With those left, they began to wonder what would happen next. Should they disperse and live their lives among other clans, or perhaps become loners?
That was when a sign from StarClan was sent, all cats witnessed it.
Then began the unforgettable time that the clan would rise from their pain and suffering of so many moons, and would soon flourish under new leadership. Yet, it would not be easy, and it would not be quick. It would take the clan seasons to recover again, and perhaps even longer to trust in StarClan once more. The clan now finds themselves bitter towards their neighbors for them not having even attempted to check on them. Leaving tensions at the borders high, and gatherings even worse. _________
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The conversation was enough to make her feel as if there were little hope left. Violeteyes gazed around at the remaining clanmates she had. Her heart ached as she listened to the other arguing, wondering what they would do next with no cat to lead them. The medicine cat was gone, the deputy, their leader. All three of the cats had suffered ultimately, unwilling to give up until their last agonizing dying breath. Now, as the warriors’ voices rose higher and higher, she found herself flicking her ears back, pinning them against her skull. The cats before her were getting too elevated, their furs spiking and claws flexing along the stone cave floor.
Violeteyes had been silent this whole time. The warrior had thought that after the previous night, all the cats huddled in the warrior’s den peaceful, and their first deep sleep in moons... It was different the night before. Now things were out of control, chaos wrecked and pushed its way between the cats whom had struggled so hard to make it. Last night things had been different. They were thankful to still be alive, but hearts still ached as they missed the others that would share the nests with them.
She remembered curling into the moss, it smelled of dust and dirt, and was not that comfortable. Yet none of them had the energy to attempt to change the bedding. As she curled into the spot, she remembered the last time she had laid in that very nest.
His copper hued eyes had looked at her so intensely, and warmth had radiated through her body as she found herself snuggling into the tom’s embrace. The two had fallen asleep together, and that was the last time she remembered happiness.
The memories of the night prior, and even before the ripple cough sickness had spread, vanished as a loud yowl broke through her thoughts. Violeteyes didn’t have time to feel the sharp pang of longing in her chest before she was forced to react. Two warriors had collided in a fray of claws. The tortoiseshell she-cat launches herself forward, attempting to wiggle herself from between the cats. “Enough!” She was ignored, claws scraped across her shoulder from one side, the other catching the side of her cheek. Violeteyes hissed in frustration and the hot pain that spread through the sudden inflicted wounds. She was still weak from lack of nutrition, her legs wobbling as she attempted to break the fight, other cats still yelling and arguing, unwilling to help.
Suddenly a shocked yowl echoed the cave, cats jerking their attention towards the cat. It was Ottermemory, standing in front of the leader’s den.
“Stop fighting, look!” Ottermemory demanded attention and to be listened to, she seemed to get their attention. The cats turned, more willing to listen than they were to Violeteyes. The two had stopped fighting, and her sides were heaving from the effort it had taken to attempt to break the two apart. Her eyes shifted across the cats as shocked gasps spread through them. Violeteyes finally managed to catch her breath as she slowly padded forward, now curious too, as to what was so important.
At the entrance of the den laid three flowers. The petals were stiff and dry, the stems a faded green like old moss. Yet the purple was still very clear, and one could tell by a simple glance what flower they were. Violeteyes swiveled her ears forward as the sleek brown-furred warrior began to speak. “I found these in the leader’s den...” she paused and shifted her gaze to Violeteyes. “I believe they were left there for a reason.” Murmurs spread through the cats, their eyes shifting to Violeteyes.
Their gaze was hot on her furs, and she felt smaller than she ever had. Her fur clung to her ribs, blood tricked from her shoulder and face, and she looked scared. In truth, she was terrified. All cats knew what this meant. It was a sign, or a message. Little did they know, their medicine cat had received a sign not long before she took her last breath. Violeteyes would lead the cats whom had survived. Unable to contact the living cats due to risk of spreading sickness, she hoped they would decipher the flowers she had left in the leader’s den.
The pressure that she felt was intense, these cats suddenly looked to her. Swallowing hard, she lifted her chin and tried to look as tall as she could, despite feeling as if she were only inches.
“I will do my best. StarClan willing...”
She turned her eyes to the cats that looked to her, watching them give small nods in approval. Ottermemory nudged the flowers, her usual sass gone in the moment. “You must travel to the moon pool tonight. Only then, will we know.”
Streamwave : *I had been sitting near the warrior's den, watching the clan bicker amoung themselves. I flattened my ears and rose to my paws ready to launch myself in to the foray to break it up. Before I could move Violeteyes had already done so. I shouldered my way through , my eyes blazing with fury. I was gonna speak up when Ottermemory spoke up. After she was done talking and the clan began to murmer. I saw the flowers and with my head held high and shoulder's back , walked up to Violeteyes and dipped my head in respect a smile of warmth in my eyes.* "May StarClan grant you your lives." *I spoke loud and happily hoping the rest of the clan would join in.
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Bluedusk : *I walked towards the three cats , from where I had sat near the camp entrance, a purr rose in my throat, as I too dipped my head in respect and cheered Violeteyes on with my own good wishes.*
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jan 24, 2019 21:39:01 GMT -5
Pain rang clear in the young apprentice's eyes. His mother had been one of the last to catch death's claw. His brothers had been among the first... Now, as he watched the clan around him fall apart both physically and mentally, it almost seemed to much to bear. He rolled his shoulders against the ache that pulsed through his muscles. Rainpaw had been working hard and taking over other's duties as more passed away. It brought him a bit of happiness to be serving his clan, though. He couldn't complain. A sudden voice caught his attention, and he slowly let his eyes fall on Ottermemory. As he listened to her announcement, a small smile spread across his muzzle. Violeteyes was a good, strong cat from what he knew. He was glad there was now a new hope. "May Starclan light your path." He meowed quietly, almost to himself.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 24, 2019 21:46:33 GMT -5
"I volunteer to join you." It was a bold statement from a small muddy and dusky toned tom. Golden eyes peered out from the crowed. Though he was born a loner and raised by a lone tom he had his mother's WaterClan blood. Amaryllislagoon would not have wanted anything less for her son than to join her clan. To continue her legacy. Tobias padded forward and dipped his head to Violeteyes. "If you will let me." He knew simple remedies with simple well known herbs. His father had had to keep his sickly son alive somehow. But whatever StarClan may have in store for him, right now he was just a cat among the rest.
Chim barely looked up as the announcement came. After the loss of his butler, he had been working twice as hard; now that the sickness was fading, perhaps even ending if they were lucky, he finally had a chance to rest. He wasn't concerned much for politics, and as long as nobody tried to make him leader, it suited him just fine to sit this one out. His green eye did half-open curiously at Tobias' offer, and he had to suppress a snort of amusement at the thought of the tom trying to ingratiate himself to Violeteyes.
Outside the Elders' Den, mother and daughter huddled together for warmth, seeming almost half-asleep as they buried their heads into one-another's fur. Trying her best to ignore the sounds of her beloved clanmates quarreling, Gravelshell wrapped her tail firmly around Yuccablossom; she had already lost one kit to this plague, she'd sacrifice her last remaining lives before she'd lose another. It was only the calls of Ottermemory's announcement that caused both she-cats to lift their heads and look. For the first time in moons, Gravelshell's hazel eyes lit up with hope as she saw Starclan's sign to them. They had not been forgotten. All was not lost.
As soon as she spotted the purple flowers, an excited grim bloomed on Yuccablossom's tired face. She was right! Everything did work out in the end! They would all get better, and the clan would thrive happily as it had under her mother's rule. Without thinking, the young she-cat began chanting joyfully. "VIOLETSTAR! VIOLETSTAR! VIOLETSTAR!"
Her eyes shifted then to Tobias. It was a kind offer, and she couldn’t quite refuse. None of the others here were fit to join in a journey like that just yet. The former loner’s company would be welcome. She nodded to him, before hearing a chant. Her name, as a leader. Her heart was pounding as she realized that the true reality of this was being accepted. How she prayed now, that Ottermystique was right. If she wasn’t, what would she tell the clan? She breathed in, her heart swelling. She would lead her clan, and do so the best that she could.
/ UMBRAPAW [moon] female The striped apprentice shivered, her thinning fur providing no cover. She was barely old enough to be an apprentice, as she had just been enacted into the rank before the Ripple Cough had spread. She didn't know Violeteyes well, however she was the first to react to the quarrel. She could tell from the fire in her eyes ad voice that she was capable of leading the weathered clan.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 26, 2019 21:00:06 GMT -5
Tobias dipped his head before taking a step back. He would need to gather some simple traveling herbs his father showed him when they would cross the territories in the off seasons.
Rushingriver lifted her head confused and poked her head out from the den. She looked exhausted, the golden tabby she cat having been working hard to try and help her clanmates. She had been fortunate enough to escape Ripple Cough, though it had taken the lives of one of the three kits she had brought to WaterClan many moons ago. She'd sent Fastflight and Tempestwind away hoping the pair would be able to survive, safe and away from the sickness that had overwhelmed WaterClan. But now as the lull seemed to truly turn into the end of the sickness, and voices proclaimed a new leader she went over to Chim.
"What's going on?" She asked, trying to hold back a yawn.
Murmurs still rippled through the crowd. Violeteyes puffed up her chest. It was then she turned to Tobias. “I must rest, as should you. We have a long journey ahead of us.”
Silverpaw emerged out of the apprentice's den. She was close to earning her warrior name before the sickness struck the clan and therefore, her warrior ceremony had been on hold. She had joined the rest of the clan when she heard the screeching of fighting cats. It wasnt long before Ottermemory spoke and announced Violeteyes as the new leader. She was grateful that they were finally on the right path to recovery. Both her parents had caught the cough along with her siblings and mentor. She was alone except for the rest of her weary and heart broken clan. But now, hope seemed to flourish in her blue eyes finally bringing light to them.
Tobias nodded as he turned towards their meager freshkill pile. As a clan they still werent so organized as to have a good set of patrols running constantly.
/ UMBRAPAW [moon] female
