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Post by Honeystorm on Feb 25, 2020 16:23:48 GMT -5
(Infernalkaiser)
He was finally a warrior, and now, he was free to do as he wished. Not that this meant much as the voices swirled in his mind, driving him out into the blizzard in the early hours before dawn, though that was more like evening to the cats of NightClan, wasn't it?
He had to get out, to do something, though he didn't know what. Had to find someone, something? The warrior wasn't sure. All he knew was he had to go. It would help him achieve his goal, and so he went, disappearing into the night without a trace, his pawsteps blown away by wind and drifting snow as he ventured out into the terrible weather, the blinding flashes of lightning the only light to guide him by, though it hardly appeared to help when the snow fell so thick he could barely even see trees two foxlengths ahead.
"Help!" Came an unfamiliar voice on the whistling wind. It sounded far away due to the wind drowning out the cries but in reality, the cat calling for help was nearby. "Is anyone out there?" The voice sounded again, seeming to get closer.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 26, 2020 20:37:00 GMT -5
He couldn't tell the difference between the reality that he saw, and the hallucinations in his mind, and the voice he heard drove him forward, called to him, and he couldn't even tell if it was one of his own, or a clanmate of his own. Did it matter, really, when his voices were urging him on all the same? No, not particularly.
The ebony tom was a mere silhouette in the white expanse, following the voice as it became ever louder, more clear against the constant whine of the gale. "Yes?" His voice was nearly lost in it's conversational level of loudness, though the voice seemed so near now perhaps it wasn't totally taken away by the storm that surrounded him, blue eyes scanning the area. Maybe this was a trap? No, the voices wouldn't lead him here for ill things, he had to trust their wisdom.
In the blur of the blizzard, a light colored silhouette appeared, getting more and more clear as it closed in on Infernalkaiser. "Oh thank goodness!" The voice came again. Soon, standing right in front of the Nightclan warrior was a ginger tabby and white she-cat with bright turquoise eyes just a little younger than Infernalkaiser, himself. She was shivering and her teeth chattered. "I'm so lost! I dont know where I'm at!" She yelled above the storm. "My name is Buttercuppaw and I'm suppose to be in Dayclan but I got caught in this storm and cant find my way back!" Her voice shook with fear and the beginning of hypothermia. Her short fur was no match for this weather.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 26, 2020 21:20:29 GMT -5
"This is NightClan." Was his simple reply as he stepped out, his own fur already coated over with a thin layer of half-frozen snow that clung to his dark fur. This was who his voices wanted him to find? He didn't understand. Perhaps they wished him to help? At that thought, the voices seemed to scream their agreement in time with yet another gust of wind.
DayClan. If she was telling the truth, then he couldn't be too far from the gathering place, though in this weather, it was almost certain he could find barely any place on his own. He'd followed the voice without much checking where he was, though he didn't feel as though he'd gone nearly far enough to be off territory. "Come here, we'll find a place to warm you up." He didn't trust her, but the voices did, and that was all the push he needed for the offer.
She sighed with relief but was surprised when he said she was in Nightclan territory. "T-thank you!" She chattered as she followed him, shaking like a leaf with every step. Snow clung to her ginger fur and ice hung from her whiskers. She needed to find shelter and quickly. She was grateful for Infernalkaiser's help. Though she wondered how she made it all the way across the border? This far into Nightclan territory.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 29, 2020 23:47:08 GMT -5
He didn't think too much about how she got here, rather, he focused, as best he really could, on finding something a bit more sheltered. Luckily, he could feel a dip in the ground, and soon they were in a fox den. It was empty, thankfully, though the scent of fox was recent enough that one surely lived here. Hopefully it couldn't get back in the storm. Infernalkaiser didn't even notice that the tunnel continued off to one side, rather turning to the she-cat he'd stumbled upon. "This better?" He asked blandly.
Buttercuppaw quickly crawled into the fox den with Infernalkaiser. With the two of them in the enclosed space, the den warmed up quickly. The ginger apprentice's shivering became less and less frequent. "Thank you. I really appreciate your help. My name Buttercuppaw but many of my friends just call me Buttercup."
