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Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 28, 2020 14:46:26 GMT -5
"We're almost there," Ravenmask replied. "I can hear and smell the running water already." As he spoke the stream came into view. He moved closer to it until he stood right next to the flowing water. "I forgot. Did you say you've fished before?" He understood not all cats knew how to fish. There were even some who wouldn't even eat fish. He was glad he was born into a clan that used all different kinds of prey. Fishing made Leafbare a little more tolerable because fish didn't seem to mind the cold. Only during the really cold times when the streams would freeze over would the clan suffer.
He nodded. "Yeah, I've fished before bu its not my first choice when it comes to getting prey," he responded with a chuckle. "Is there something in particular we were looking for?" he asked. Being new to the area, there might be fish they were used to catching to feed all the members of the clan. Just then a thought came to mind. "Hey, Ravenmask, how do you feel about SummerClan as a whole? I know it sounds a bit random bit, but I'm curious."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 3, 2020 15:01:49 GMT -5
"As for what to catch, whatever that swims," Ravenmask meowed. "The bigger, the better. There's bass and trout in here and sunfish and bluegills." The sun hadn't risen yet but the moon gave enough light to see darker shapes occasionally moving in the stream. He sat down near the running water and stared into it. "So you want to know how I feel about SummerClan?" he asked not taking his eyes off the water. "It's the clan I was born into, the only clan I know. Sometimes the Warrior Code seems ridged but all clans who follow StarClan go by its rules." He raised his paw only to bring it back down slowly again. What he almost 'caught' was a small piece of a branch floating by. "I love SummerClan and would be willing to die to defend it. Why do you want to know?"
He sat down next to Ravenmask and stared into the stream. "This whole idea of StarClan...what is that?" he asked. "Is it like some group of cats or something like that? And what other clans are there?" So many questions flooded his mind now that he was able to ask them. A dark flash in the water broke his trance and struck out with a clawed paw. He missed only barely and removed his paw from the water.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 5, 2020 15:44:41 GMT -5
Ravenmask thought for a minute before replying. "Well, StarClan is where we go when we die. We'll get spirit like bodies and StarClan's hunting grounds are always in GreenLeaf." He paused as he thought about StarClan. He never really gave it much thought before. That was something left for medicine cats and leaders to be concerned with. "All clans have places in StarClan but that's about all I know."
"Hmm...I suppose that makes sense," he pondered. "What about all the bad cats? Where do they go? StarClan sounds too good of a place to be for just any cat to get entry." This concept of religion was new to Asher. Was there even a bad place to send malicious cats or was he overthinking it?
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 8, 2020 13:35:21 GMT -5
"Oh, the Dark Forest," Ravenmask meowed solemnly. "Any cat who's evil goes there. Only cats who are true to the Warrior Code and try their best to be loyal clanmates to each each other can go to Starclan after they die. And before you ask, I don't know much about the Dark Forest only that it's supposed to be a dark, uncomfortable, and lonely place to be. I for one don't want to find out." He shook his fur out from a chill that ran up his spine. He had heard stories about that place intended to scare little kits into obedience.
He nodded in understanding. "That's fair. How about this though - have any cats from Summer been that bad or was there ever been a history of cats going there?" He shook his head. "Sorry if I am asking a lot of questions. It's just so new to me," he said giving him a sheepish smile.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 9, 2020 15:49:40 GMT -5
"That's alright, I understand," Ravenmask replied. "You're still new to living as a clan cat. I'd be totally lost if I were to go live in twoleg place." With all thoughts of fishing now set aside, he continued. "As for who in SummerClan is in the Dark Forest, no cat can really know for sure. Rarely if ever anyone hears from them. But there have been plenty of bad seeds even in our clan through the seasons. One name in particular that sticks out is Shadebringer. He was an evil cat who lived during the time of my great ancestor, Graystar. He tried to destroy the clan from within killing any cat who got in his way."
He shook his head. "That doesn't make sense to me. Why would he want to something like that for?" How could someone think that was okay, he thought. Asher hadn't experienced that for himself, so he could fathom someone being so violent in a group like that. "How did they ever stop them?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 10, 2020 19:13:15 GMT -5
"He was power hungry," Ravenmask meowed shaking his head slowly. "From what I remember - this story was told to me by an elder when I was just a kit - during a big battle - Shadebringer had a group of followers on his side - a brave cat called Cunningheart pushed him off the cliff at the waterfalls. Unfortunately he fell to his death as well." A slight smile came to his lips. "Queens in the nursery would tell misbehaving kits that Shadebringer would come back to get them if they didn't start behaving. It's strange how we can use awful events from the past and turn them into nursery tales."
Nursery tales. The words were foreign to him. Even as a kit, he hadn't heard of such a thing. Being born in a shelter and not in the forest prevented him from learning these things. "Tell me more of these nursery tales, if you don't mind," he requested as he said with a slight chuckle. "I feel like its something I should know about at this age but...that's not the case."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 17, 2020 20:09:18 GMT -5
"Nursery tales?" Ravenmask asked a little bit amused that a grown adult would want to hear those stories. But he realized Asher hadn't had the privilege of growing up in a nursery. "Well, I don't know if I can remember them all," he began. Most of the stories he had forgotten mainly because he deemed them unimportant. "First I want to preface this by saying these stories do have some truth in them but over the years they'd been stretched a bit." He looked up trying to remember the ones he liked. Those would be most likely the ones he could remember. "Oh, here's one," he meowed as he turned his gaze on Asher. "There was this kit, Robinkit, who snuck out of camp. As you know kits aren't allowed to leave the camp. While he was out, a fox found him and chased round and round until Robinkit found refuge in a hollow log. Only the log was so narrow he couldn't get all the way inside it. His tail stuck out so the fox bit it off and ate it. Then as the fox was trying to pull the rest of the kit out for dinner, a patrol happened by and chased the fox off. They rescued Robinkit from the log and took him back to camp. He survived and grew up and was given the warrior name Robinnotail." Ravenmask laughed a little. "Again I don't know how much truth that story has but it was used to keep kits from sneaking out of camp."
The tom smiled a bit, amused by the story but it did make him wonder The story itself made sense though. "awash there really a cat named Robintail or was it one of those stretched stoires?" he asked, looking back down at the water. Thinking about what Ravenmask said, there had to be some truth behind it. "I'm assuming nursing cats would know about these stories."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 24, 2020 19:51:32 GMT -5
"Robin-no-tail," Ravenmask corrected Asher. "And most clan cats hear those stories either from their mother or other queens who happen to be in the nursery while they're growing up. So most know these tales. Well enough about kit's stories and more about fishing. I'd like to bring something back to camp before sunup." He turned his attention once again on the stream hoping to see a fish.
"Oops...sorry." he said apologetically as he looked back toward the water. Yeah that would probably be best. The flash of something silver moving through the water caught his attention. Crouching slowly, he positioned his body in front of the water, his eyes on the fish. As soon as the fish came close enough, his paw shot into the water with unsheathed. With his claws hooked into the prey, he dragged it from the water and quickly bit into it, killing it. "Hows this?" he managed to say.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 5, 2020 15:05:50 GMT -5
Ravenmask blinked as he looked over at Asher's catch. "Not bad," he meowed. "Not bad at all. That looks large enough to feed three cats. I haven't seen any fish come by me that was worth catching." He had seen a few small minnows, not even large enough for a bite for a kit. But he kept watching because he knew where there were minnows larger fish would come to feed on them.
Asher's mouth curled into a proud smile as he placed his catch on the ground. Looking back into the water, he waited for another fish. "Hey, Ravenmask, I have another question for you." he said not taking his eyes away from the water.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 8, 2020 12:32:59 GMT -5
"What is it?" The dark gray tom replied. He too kept watching the water for any signs of fish. Suddenly he became all alert and poised for a strike. Then just as quickly he relaxed. Fooled by a piece of wood, he thought as a submerged part of a tree branch floated past.
I know this may come off as a bit of a personal question but thinking back on the nursery stories, it got me wondering," he said as he looked over to the tom. "What was your family like, if you can remember."
