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Mistyveil's chin pointed towards the moon, her eyes lit up with starlight as she watched the nights sky. She had asked Dyinglight to accompany her while looking for herbs tonight. She simply felt uncomfortable being alone and given WinterClan's status of ill fates happening to their medicine cats she was a careful person. She licked her paw and smoothed back the fore along her shoulders. Her kits had been a pawful lately and being a medicine cat it was difficult. Though she still had yet to experience why medicine cats shouldn't have kits. Sure in these moons having kits was difficult, but once they became apprentices? She couldn't imagine why it would be an issue. After all, Plumeriapaw was her daughter, but things had been fine.
She paused from glancing at the sky as her eyes fled down to her paws. What did Dyinglight know about her though? Did she know why she had been imprisoned in WinterClan for so long? Did she understand she wasn't exactly trained and that was why she had kits? Suddenly she felt a weight at the idea that Dyinglight might judge her.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Oct 30, 2018 11:53:56 GMT -5
She gazed out of one of the warrior's den entrances. She spotted the WinterClan alchemist and sucked in a deep breath. She stepped out of the den. The moon's light danced on her silvery-white pelt and the shadows licled at the drizzlings of onyx black within her fur. Her lavender eyes glowed woth an ethereal light as she padded slowly towards the alchemist. She knew her belly was probably noticeable to a trained eye. But all she knew about Mistyveil was that she was once a thrall. She also knew he had kits. So...she would still most likely be able to tell that Dyinglight would have to move to the nursery.
"Evening Mistyveil." She said, her usual oddly raspy voice rasping more as her throat dried up in nervousness and she had to cough a bit to relieve the itchiness of it as she spoke.
A smile shifted and paused at the sound of Dyinglight's cough.
She gave a look, lightly scolding, "Trying to make me pity you so you won't come with me, are you? Well it'll take more than that."
Mistyveil walked into her den and came back out with a honeycomb, an incredible delicacy to be found in WinterClan, "It's my last one and won't last long anyways, so it's a good thing we can make use for it instead of me discarding it. Go ahead, drink up and then we'll leave," She said nodding towards the honeycomb for Dyinglight to take.
Mistyveil was usually awkward and from it she would come off a bit hostile from her past in prison, but looking at Dyinglight now. There was a softness to Mistyveil's features from this angle, a distant quality to her face, like clouds muddling a crisp blue sky. She seemed more like a mother, less like someone who was locked away and thrust into such an important role. A certainty to how she held herself now.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 2, 2018 8:59:15 GMT -5
Dyinglight blinked, a blank expression on her face before she registered why she was being given honeycomb. "Oh!...Oh thank you. I didn't actually realize I may need it." She bent to lap at the sticky sweet honey that still clung to the geometrical comb. While her odd rasp would never go away it did help with the sudden dryness of her throat caused by nerves. She looked back up at the alchemist and decided to just try to act as normal as possible. "So what herbs are you looking for tonight?" She asked as she finished licking at the honeycomb.
"What are we looking for?" She repeated, "Anything. This clan is barren. Cold. There's nothing that grows here, we don't even naturally grow poppy seeds. Everything we get is from another clan... When you become leader someday, Dyinglight. You'll need to understand that there will be times I must leave WinterClan to help serve other clans. Medicine cats from other clans can't keep giving me herbs for free without me giving something to them in return. It'll often have to be my service which is why Plumeriapaw will need to step up to the plate more than most medicine cat apprentices will ever have to. For now, we're going to hope we can forage for our own herbs tonight. Fall is when we're most likely to find herbs so the time is now," Mistyveil explained.
Mistyveil headed out. She was like two possessed beings, her fur and eyes vertically cut in half. Hot rosy peach fur radiated like light shining through pink clouds on her left half. Icy shimmery Russian blue blurred on the other half like light shining through fog. Her right eye was a rare turquoise shade while her left was haint blue with glittery gold specks. Along the sides of her neck were longer fur giving her a mane by appearance.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 4, 2018 20:33:39 GMT -5
Dyinglight chuckled. "That's why we have begun the raids. We have nothing. And the other clans have all they need. Unfortunately we have to take matters into our own paws." She sighed as she rose and followed the alchenist. The silvery white she cat with faint bengal stripes and lavender eyes padded slowly behind the alchemist. Not because she was trying to be slow. But because her pregnant belly swung just a bit and it was slightly uncomfortable.
"If anything looks plantish, point it out. You can point out every clump of grass so long as one eventually ends up being an herb. I won't care. Anything at all that you think looks a herb like just say it," Mistyveil said.
Mistyveil tasted the air, tracking down herbs the same way a hunter followed prey. But the land was barren, stripped of really anything that could hold life. She found some rosemary, not uncommon for her to find. They were so common she'd regularly give them out to any passing cat in camp. Healing wise they improved muscle aches, but they were generally a good thing to have in a cats diet. Rosemary improved memory, boosted the immune and circulatory system, and promoted hair growth. They came across some parsley, she ran her paw over it thoughtfully. It was useless but...
Her ears swerved towards a sound behind them, then a second sound. More than one cat was nearby, but she couldn't catch a scent despite the wind being blown in her direction. Her ears flattened, "Dyinglight, stay close, we should back out. It could be something like a white cat..."
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 5, 2018 15:59:03 GMT -5
"It better not be one of those awful things." She suppressed a low and rumbling growl as she edged closer to Mistyveil and gazed around them with slitted purple eyes. "If it is one...what are we supposed to do? Their ghosts right? They can do...anything to us...can't they..like kill us. Just like the others." She was not about to lie and pretend she wasn't frightened. White cats were a known terror to WinterClan.
Mistyveil stiffened, but then relaxed once more, just four intruders... Okay not a good thing, but they weren't white cats. Not see through at all, she almost purred in delight at their entrance, "What are you doing on WinterClan territory?"
The member closest to them was a white tom with turquoise eyes. Another tom was white with a grey speckled chest and a lightly grey striped pattern along his body, he was massive looking with a fluffy appearance. The third was a she-cat, grey Russian blue fur hooded over her body leaving the rest white, she had odd almost canine looking eyes, they were deep and soulful. The other was a peachy brown, wiry and small. In fact they did look like WinterClan cats just looking at their coats of fur.
"You don't recognize your own siblings?" The first cat hissed, "I'm Whitekit. The one you threw off a cliff! Maybe you'd remember me better without a face from it being scraped off by the side of the cliff while I was still alive. My limbs so misshapen and out of place I cried just looking at myself. I survived the initial fall. I died when the rest of my siblings were thrown off the cliff and landed on top of me. StarClan lent us a get out of jail day. Just today."
The white tom leaned back with a grin, the other three cats stared only Mistyveil down, ignoring Dyinglight. Their quarrel was not with her. But Mistyveil almost stared pleadingly at Dyinglight to not leave her alone.
"But... That can't be, you're grown up, not kits," Mistyveil challenged only because she didn't want it to be true.
"What can I say? When kits die, StarClan at times will make exceptions to get vengeance on foxhearts like yourself," The same tom growled.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 17, 2018 14:36:23 GMT -5
"Mistyveil are they saying...what I think they are saying..? These are...ghosts?" Dyinglight's body stiffened with every word that poured from Whitekit's mouth. She stared in abject horror at the four cats that were apparently..supposed to be dead.
And then he stepped from the shadows. Tall, strong, broad shoulders and a thick silver and charcoal coat. Eyes that were so bright and light colored aquamarine they almost looked white. Dyinglight's breath caught in her throat as another tom stepped from behind him. He was an identical twin to herself but his eyes were a darker more robust muave purple where her's were a light and mystical lavender.
"But you...you drowned." She choked out. "You can't be here.....Zinethpaw...you're dead" The pregnant she-cat felt a cold shiver run down her spine when the other massive tom gazed at her.
"I am dead Dyinglight. But I had to come...dad asked me to help convince you." The twin tom nodded at his companion. Dyinglight's eyes lit up in both fear and happiness. She had never met their father. But this tom seemed haunting, and more foe then friend.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 18, 2018 14:07:54 GMT -5
"Simple. Kill Leatherstar. Become leader but follow father's demands and we won't hurt those precious babies you haven't birthed yet." Zenithpaw purred as he circled Dyinglight, caressing her swollen belly with his tail.
Dyinglight flinched away. "I would never. Zenithpaw no. It goes against everything that I am." She hissed in reply as she moved closer to Mistyveil.
"I don't know, Dyingstar, has a nice ring to it," Mistyveil commented in her usual dry tone before turning to Zenithpaw, "Having four siblings that want to ruin my life and kill me I suppose you'll have her kill Leatherstar, but then you'll possess her and lead. If not, that would probably be a better plan than what you're coming with it. Trust me, I'm a professional."
She turned back to Dyingstar, "I'm not going to stay trapped by an apprentice and four kittens pretending their warriors, let's go find some rosemary."
In that moment the four cats that had appeared in front of Mistyveil quickly surrounded them, aiding Zenithpaw.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 22, 2018 22:06:29 GMT -5
Dyinglight growled lowly in her throat. "Zenithpaw...no. i will not do father's bidding. He abandoned us! How could you follow him?" She hissed at the twin image of herself.
Zenithpaw scowled at his sister. "Simple. He's our father. He's our blood. You would do well to remember that Dyinglight. His blood runs through your veins. It's time you gollowed in his pawsteps. And ya know what. Your friend here as a point. If you don't do what father wants...I will possess you and aid you in your listening skills." He stepped toward her, causing her to lash her tail and snarl.
