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OOC: Here we go with Thistlestar's Nine Lives thread! ~ I know we are falling short on some activity site wide, so I am open to people providing two lives each (from two different characters of course). Please feel free to respond below with the character and life given! I would love and appreciate it so much! __________________________________________________
Thistlemask padded along side the thinning river that lead away from a small, man-made waterfall ahead. Despite the tom's calm exterior, he was buzzing with nerves. There was something about the sacred Japanese Garden that always made the tom feel heavier when he approached, almost as if the air around him was stopping him from approaching nearer, but tonight was different. There was a eerie tranquility about the trip tonight and a quiet beckoning that urged every part of his being to proceed closer. The pair of narrow, spring green eyes glanced around the peaceful terrain, taking in the sacred area with the utmost respect. He knew what was coming and though his whole life he had dreamed of this moment, he still did not feel prepared for what was to come. Though his trip was not done alone, as the two medicine cats accompanied him, he knew that their company was only temporary as he alone would be the only one allowed to finish the trip; he would have to walk alone into the spirit world and meet his makers.
Pride keep the tom standing tall, but his eyes betrayed his truest emotions. He was concerned. Blackstar's reign had been short, shorter than anyone imagined. Moral had fallen within Springclan and Leaf-Bare teased relentlessly with frigid nights and scarcity of prey. The timing of his ceremony was not ideal. He couldn't help but take the obstacles as a sign. Was this really what Starclan wanted? Were they signs of impending difficulty for Springclan? Would he be capable of leading Springclan out of their rut? Would Starclan approve of such a young leader? The worries that clouded the tom's mind began to make his stomach churn.
Fawnheart noticed the anxiety stirring within the deputy despite his calm composure. "It's always nerve wracking for a deputy to receive his lives." She mewed, comfortingly though a hint of amusement gleamed in her amber eyes. "Honestly, this is probably the hardest part of the trip, the anticipation. You will do fine, Thistlemask." The beautiful medicine cat touched her tail to his shoulder.
A comforting voice broke past the spell of concern that trapped the young deputy in a trance causing his narrowed eyes to blink rapidly and softening before they met a pair of amused amber eyes. His serious expression broke with a small corner smile. A small breathy chuckle escaped Thistlemask as his eyes glanced down in slightly embarrassment before rising again quickly to watch the motionless pond ahead of him " I know, I'm being ridiculous." His deep voice drowning out the last of the worrisome thoughts in his mind as he regained focus on the task ahead.
"How many times have you witnessed this Fawnheart?" He spoke up inquisitively, his eyes never leaving the eerily calm pond.
"Ive done this enough times to know that there is nothing for you to be worried about" she purred. "Your not being ridiculous. I once saw a leader go to receive their lives and then panicked and came running back out" she chuckled with an amusing twitch of her whiskers. "Everyone gets nervous facing our ancestors. Even I was nervous when I was chosen to be a medicine cat. Its normal."
Thistlemask couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image painted by the Medicine Cat. "Oh boy, let's agree now, if I come back doing somersaults, it will stay between us both and only us both, until we take our journey to Starclan."
(Birchshade Softpelt's mate can give Thistlemask the life for Duty) Softpelt trotted back over. "Sorry that weird scent I picked up was making me nervous, but I can assure you, nothing will disturb us tonight." She said with a soft purr. "Shall we commune with our ancestors?" She asked,
(I can volunteer Leopardspot! He was a Springclan tom but was killed by the rogues that took over Springclan trying to protect his clanmates! He can give the life of loyalty! And I can also volunteer Lionspirit! He was a Dayclan cat and died also protecting his clan but he can give the life of Bravery!)
"Welcome back, Softpelt" Fawnheart purred, welcoming her partner.
Thistlemask grinned back at the ginger she-cat, the last of the nerves melting away as her comforting laugh drowned the rest of the noise in his head. A cracking noise behind him caused the deputy to turn back abruptly, his tall and slim statue only seeming bigger as he naturally took on a defensive stance. His spirits immediately calmed at the sight of Softpelt who entered the small glade.
"Thank you Softpelt." Thistlemask meowed gratefully, turning back to look at Fawnheart allowing a few moments of silence before he recomposed himself, standing straighter. "I am ready." He spoke up, a new look of determination accentuating his naturally serious expression as he stepped forward to the pond before him. He took in the stillness of it all, carefully bringing his head down to the edge. His breathe caused a gentle ripple in the water before his tongue lapped out, taking in some small gulps of the sacred water. A sudden heaviness began to creep throughout the dusty tom's body and he felt the immediately need to relax, his muscles unclenching, his breathing going shallow as a peaceful darkness began to take over. The pair of green orbs shut slowly as the tom began to accept the wave that took him under... ________________________________________________________________________________
Thistlemask's eyes opened slowly, but instead of the Japenese Garden Pond, he found himself staring into an abyss of night star and a collection of stars around him. He took it all in quiet awe, his green eyes wide as he watched stars around him twinkle and fly around him. There was a silence that one would taken as eerie, but Thistlemask found peace in the quiet.
Fawnheart watched as the tom crouched and lapped up the water. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Fawnheart turned toward the entrance to keep watch and make sure no intruders come.
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When Thistlemask awoke in Starclan, a large golden tom that resembled much of a lion awaited him. As big as this tom was, his eyes were gentle and warm. "Thistlemask. Welcome to Starclan. My name is Lionspirit. Are you ready to receive your nine lives?"
Having been so entranced by his surroundings, Thistlemask failed to notice when a large golden tom materialized before him. His heart almost leap out of his chest, but he maintained a decently calm composure. "I am." Thistlemask spoke up, his stern expression softening as he noticed more figures began to materialize behind the large golden tom. Strong curiosity brewed in the deputy to look back and take in the other cats that began to materialize, but his restraint was strong as he stood tall against the large lion-like cat before him.
"Very good. Thistlemask, you have been chosen to lead Springclan and will, therefore, receive your nine lives in which you will use to lead your clan to the best of your ability. I, Lionspirit, gift you with the life of Bravery. May you use this to guide your clan when danger strikes." He then touched the deputy's forehead with his nose, transferring the life into Thistlemask.
(I also have Coldpaw (Softpelt's son XD) who can give a life for mentoring) Softpelt sat back and her breath caught as she spotted her mate the light colored tabby tom sitting beside a smaller starry form that she realized had to be Coldpaw. Her son and mate, here to give Thistlemask his lives.
She remained silent watching as the lives were given.
Thistlemask bowed his head respectfully as Lionspirit stepped forward, his eyes bright with determination as the large tom touched his forehead. An unexpected strike of pain shot through him, causing the dusty tom to gasp quietly, his muscles clenching tightly as it dealt with the after shock of heat that radiated throughout his body. The tom's green orbs blinked quickly in surprise and he looked back up only to find Lionspirit gone and the shadow of a new cat stepping forward...
A spotted, bengal tom approached next, his bright green eyes shining like stars. He was tall, leggy, and quite young. He gave Thistlemask a warm smile. "I, Leopardspot, give you the life of loyalty. May you always remain loyal to your clan and to those you love."
Thistlemask stood taller as the next cat approached. Again, an unfamiliar face, but there was a odd feeling comfort as the bengal tom approached next. He couldn't help but return the warm smile with one of his own as he took in the young cat. Thistlemask bowed his head slightly, his eyes closing as he braced for another pang of pain. This time, he was prepared for the shock of pain that shot through him, but he still couldn't help but flinch. Luckily the pain was not as great as Lionspirit's life, but it still stung.
Upon opening his eyes, a new cat immediately stood in the place of Leopardspot, but this time, a pair of familiar sea blue orbs shinned brightly, almost reflecting the stars that surrounded them. "Jaydapple." Thistlemask breathed, his chest welling suddenly with a mixture of awe and guilt. Before he could get a word out, Jaydapple stopped him with a flick of a tail, offering the deputy a signature, cocky smirk. "Don't say any more... it was not your fault."
Thistlemask felt his eyes sting with the threat of tears as the memories began to flood in. He and Jaydapple grew up together in Springclan and were close friends. The badger incident that resulted in the tom's battered ear had also resulted in the death of a Springclan warrior, Jaydapple.
"I tried so hard-" Thistlemask choked back, his voice deepening as he combated the guilt that began to grow stronger with every passing moment, but he was once again intereupted as Jaydapple stepped forward and nudged the deputy with his speckled head, chuckling deeply before pulling back "My friend I found peace long ago. Do not let what happened haunt you anymore. It was my time."
Thistlemask stared into his friend's eyes silently, taking every single drop of sincerity the blue pools of eyes had before finally nodding, offering the speckled tom a wide smile.
" I, Jaydapple, gift you with the life of Judgement. May you use this judgement to guide your clan in the right direction, despite the obstacles that may threaten to cloud your mind and heart." The speckled painted tom then touched the deputy's forehead with his nose, transferring the life into Thistlemask.
Surprisingly, the life received did not result in a shocking pain, rather an intense and burning heat that radiated in every fiber of the deputy. Thistlemask breathed heavy, for a moment feeling suffocated by the intense heat. He watched as Jaydapple stepped back, offering the tom a playful wink before turning away and materializing back into the night sky...
After Jaydapple Birchshade stepped up, the tom lithe and muscular standing tall. He glanced over at his mate giving her a brief nod before focusing on Thistlemask. He touched his nose to his. "I, Birchshade, gift you with a life for duty. Never forget the vow you made to your clan, that you owe them your life, as they place theirs in your command. You have a duty to lead them, and not forget the duty owed to you and your clan." He said crisply pulling back and dipping his head to Thistlemask
The moment the deputy saw Birchshade step forward, his eyes couldn't help but widen. Though he knew very little of the tom personally, he knew that this was someone very special to Softpelt. His whole being wanted to reach out to Softpelt and give her a sign of support, but Thistlemask found himself too focused on the events ahead of him. At the moment of contact, Thistlemask grunted as he felt a heavy blow hit his body, knocking the wind out of him for a couple of moments. Thistlemask felt himself lean forward slightly, gasped softly as he began to slowly regain his breathing.
"Thistlemask."
The sound of the familiar voice caused Thistlemask to freeze, his breathing stopping completely as new and powerful waves of emotions began to hit him suddenly. His head snapped back up only to find the sight of a beautiful Siamese she-cat, her sapphire blue eyes sparkling with emotions that mimicked the deputy's own emotions.
"Mother." Thistlemask breathed, his vision blurring slightly as he stepped forward, his steps fast until he was locked head to head in an embrace with the she-cat.
"Thistlemask." Blossomflight breathed, her voice soft and emotion filled as she pressed hard against Thistlemask's chest "You've gotten thinner; you need to eat more."
A hearty laugh escaped Thistlemask as he pulled back to get a good look at his mother, his green orbs brimmed with tears "I missed you."
Blossomflight offered a genuine smile, her sapphire eyes trailing every feature of her son before her "I never left, I've always been with you and I will always be with you." With that the she-cat stepped back a few steps, straightening her small frame taller, her eyes narrowed with a sense of playful expectancy. Thistlemask chuckled as he mimicked his mother, offering a wide smile as she gave him a nod of approval before began "I, Blossomflight, gift you with a life of Mother's love." She spoke up, her voice was kind but powerful "A mother's life is timeless and powerful. Use it to love your clan as if they were your own and love's power will make the clan stronger." With that, she reached forward, touching noses with Thistlemask.
This time, the life given was so gentle, life a fresh cool breeze on a summer's day. Thistlemask melted slightly, his eyes shutting as he took in the cooling relief. "I love you mother..." He whispered, opening his eyes slowly to meet Blossomflight's own emotion filled eyes.
"Take care of them all." She purred, stepping back slowly, milking every last moment before she offered one last smile and materializing back into the darkness...
After her a fluffy small white Tom bounced up to Thistlemask. He looked barely six moons old but his starry eyes were bright.
Softpelt couldn’t help herself, “Oh, Coldpaw,” she meowed voice tight with grief. She’d seen Birchshade often in StarClan, but not Coldpaw.
The fluffy white Tom hesitated bouncing past Thistlemask to go to his mother. “Hi mom! Dad and the other StarClan cats say I can give a life!” He brushed up against his mother. “I’m happy to see you mama, but I can see dad’s telling me to do my job,”
Softpelt nodded, eyes filled with emotion, “He’s right, go, go give Thistlemask your life,” she said softly gently nudging her son back towards the deputy.
Coldpaw nodded tail waving to his mother before he hurried back over to Thistlemask.
Then he composed himself.
“My name is Coldpaw, I was too young when Tarantulastar made me an apprentice, I was underage and undertrained. When I died, I lost not only my future, but SpringClan lost all I could’ve offered in moons to come.” Coldpaw said softly. Then he lifted his head to touch noses with a Thistlemask. “I gift you with the life for mentoring, never forget the young are the future of your clan, care for them, guide them, and encourage them, so their future, and SpringClan’s, may be bright.”
As he finished speaking Thistlemask would be thrown through a whirlwind of pain and fear a flashback to how Coldpaw died at a Fox he’d had no prayer of fending off, and no idea how to escape. As the pain ebbed, Coldpaw’s seriousness evaporated and he took a step back, tail waving and he looked once more like an excited kit. He dipped his head to Thistlemask and scurried back to his father.
The appearance of a small white tom no older than six moons appeared, bouncing up with timeless energy, his eyes bright as he took in the deputy. Thistlemask's own eyes widened at the recognition of the apprentice. For the first time, he turned back, his concern filled expression finding the medicine cat apprentice immediately. Every fiber of his being called for him to go to the she-cat, but something in him knew better than to interrupt such a heartfelt moment. He watched with quiet sympathy as the two reunited briefly before Coldpaw bounded back towards him. Watching the apprentice recompose himself made the tom chuckle quietly under his breath; he mimicked the young cat as he stood taller. At the end of his speech, Thistlemask bent down, allowing the small apprentice to reach up to him easier.
The pain that shot through the deputy was harsher and more powerful than he ever felt thus far. This time, he could not hold back his groan as he swirled in a pool of pain and fear. Despite closing his eyes tightly, a movie played in his mind, flashes of a memory not of his own. As the pain melted away and Thistlemask returned to his own senses, he was surprised to find himself struggling to breathe, tears streaming from his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. Blinking through a veil of tears, Thistlemask caught one last glimpse of the excited apprentice before he scurried back to another cat.
At this point, Thistlemask's body ached heavily and he felt exhaustion take hold as he fought to rise tall. The last life took a rather strong blow to the tom, much more than he had expected. 6, 6 lives were all he had received this far. Only 3 more to go. Thistlemask did not know whether to be excited or apprehensive of what was to come.
