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The winds howled throughout the day, keeping cats trapped safely away in their dens but luckily they lessened in strength as the day went. It was nearly an hour before the two large down tree branches had been removed from camp, but by then, it seemed pointless to have done so for more twigs and branches kept coming down. Though, none were as large as the first two or as damaging, the branches and twigs that were coming down were causing some damage here and there to the camp in the form of small holes or blockage for pathways and dens. Nothing nearly as serious as before. Wintrystar, had instructed all to stay in their dens, where they would hopefully be safe from the raging winds outside and anything that may fall down. Dusk had fallen, and with it the winds picked up once more, working back up to their original destructive nature of that morning. By dawn, it was clear the winds were just as strong, if not stronger than the day before, and with them came the biting cold. Snow started to fail just after sunrise, a blessing in many cats' eyes as they hadn't had any in days now and most of what was on the ground had begun to melt. It was a good sight to the cats of WinterClan, but with howling winds, it made it hard to see.
With it now being morning, Bluejay was once more escorted to the center of camp, most cats hung out around the den entrances, safe from the winds and the snow. The braver ones, one who wanted a better seat, and the Blessed all circled around the prisoner. This morning, a ritual would be held that would purify Bluejay, conducted by Snowbunny, and would end all of this abnormal weather once and for all. For Bluejay had been the cause of it all, at least in some cat's eyes, especially Wintrystar's
Silvefury was among one of the braver cats, his large frame blocking the view of pretty much any cat unlucky enough to be seated behind him. He seemed to have every intention of assisting in this processing seeing as he was now taking a very active role in the lives of the demon kits as their stepfather. He cast his gaze to Wintrsyatr, eager to hear just exactly what she was going to say.
"Bluejay!" Sinfulpaw said, although odds were that her voice did not reach the so-called demoness, for she spoke in hushed tones. She had seen what Snowbunny had done to Dirtypaw and was horrified at the thought of that same process being performed publicly to another one of her family members. She stood up and paced, lashing her tail, but never went far from her assigned seat near the back of the crowd. She had to be here for her mother.
Brindlepaw sat near the fact of the Clan, too, although with her pureblood status she certainly could have sat closer. She had no idea what was about to happen but judging by the way some of her clanmates were acting, she was pretty sure that it was not going to be any good, "What is Snowbunny going to do exactly?" She asked the cat nearest to her.
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 1, 2020 13:01:38 GMT -5
Sweetcrema kept back with some of the other cats. The entrance to the den protecting her from the worse of the blowing icy winds. Her pelt was long but not at all thick. She watched over the shoulders of other cats shuddering from the cold.
Snowbunny sat back once he finished carving the symbol into the ground. The carving was an inch deep, partially cleared of snow. Howlingnight dragged Bluejay over the symbol lying her flat on her stomach. On four sides of Bluejay next to her paws were stakes pressed deep into the ground with vines tied around each one. Snowbunny turned away as Howlingnight secured her into place, his head staring up at the stars. For as much as he hated being chosen, he was glad it was him. If he didn't decide to stay, if he wasn't an adventurous cadet from the Regime who found up here then who would have taken his place? Would they have allowed Bluejay's newborn kits to be executed? Would they put Bluejay out of her misery?
Howlingnight stood over Bluejay, she was alive, but that was all. Wintrystar hated her, wanted her to suffer so he made sure of it. He loaded her up on herbs that cancelled every sense in her body leaving her paralyzed, trapped in her in a world of nothingness, just her thoughts. She used to scream at him to back off, but once her conscious self proved to be too much to deal with he kept her in her bleak state of nothingness for the next four moons. Being trapped with your thoughts that long, simply living, he doubted she would ever wake even after the herbs wore out.
"Silverfury, thank-you for volunteering," Snowbunny said numbly, he knew what kind of tom Silverfury was. "I need you to carve into her skin in the white pattern I've traced out for you. After you will step back and allow her to bleed out all of her unholy blood. If the gods want her to live, they'll find a way to heal her, if not, she'll simply bleed out." His usually energetic tone was dull, beaten, and tired. This was such a cruel thing to do, but Wintrystar was never going to let her live or die, this was the only mercy he could give her. His paw moved over his other trembling paw as he clenched his jaw, he had grown up to be a horrible tom, he hated himself. But he wasn't free either, he was still being punished as a prisoner. Jadie
Silvefury got to his paws, a cruel grin on his face, and approached Bluejay. The massive silver-tabby tom his muzzle next to her ear, exposing his throat as a power-play since he knew there was nothing she could do about it, and murmured for her alone, "Don't worry, I learned a lot from the last time. You will look much better than Rottenpaw when I am done."
He drew away and stood stock-still for a moment, long enough that onlookers may have mistaken it for hesitation, but no, he was an artist, he was just working out how to maximize his canvas. When he finally did strike he moved quickly and with precision, starting at the base of Bluejay's skull and working downwards.
Right away there was a lot of blood. Silverfury was digging in deep, he knew the goal was to let the Gods decide her fate, but he wasn't above giving them and edge in his preferred direction. His paws, typically snowy white, were dyed a vibrant red and, as he moved, he dyed the ground, too, a cursed halo of red paw-prints would surround Bluejay's body when this was done. His primary focus wherever those ugly white ruin-markings were, but he spared no limb, in fact Snowbunny would probably describe it as going overkill. The pattern was etched multiple times all over her body when the intention had only been one, but only a fool would stop Silverfury when he was in the zone, so he did as he wanted.
After what felt like days, he stepped back, pleased with himself.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Nov 1, 2020 15:48:11 GMT -5
Dirtypaw faltered, visibly shaking as she watched Bluejay dragged out into the center of camp and staked to the ground the same way she had been. She didn't remember a lot of what had happened to her, but seeing this and smelling the blood had brought back painful flashbacks. The sounds of her screams that went unanswered as she lay dying. Even now she still bore the scars, crystals still fused with her ears. She stared blankly ahead, having been ordered to watch the punishment along with her siblings, as she tried to hide the tremors so her mother wouldn't get angry. Brave, just be brave. She repeated over and over again in her mind. The same words she had repeated over and over again to get through her own torture. Faith
Soullesspaw could hardly watch the bloody spectacle. She never talked to her mother. She hardly knew what she looked like, but on some level she knew who Bluejay was. She was her daughter. It hurt beyond words to watch what Silverfury did to her mother. It begged a question: would Wintrystar do this to all of them one day? When they became warriors, would they have to be exorcised like this or die trying? She curled her claws in to frozen earth as her screams echoed off the nearby mountains and Silverfury's wicked grin flashed into view as he moved around his canvas. She solemnly nodded as he finished. May the gods have mercy on her and let her bleed out, and never experience more of this abuse.
Bluejay bled fast and heavy, the blood trailing down from her back and to the ground filling in the symbol beneath her slowly. The symbol was large, it stretched around her entire body, if it filled all the way she was certainly going to die, it really would take a miracle to save her.
Snowbunny stared in horror as Silverfury carved into Bluejay, it was like she wasn't even a person to him. "Do you think she's suffering?" Snowbunny whispered to Howlingnight. He could see Bluejay's body spasm, but there wasn't even a whimper from her, it was like she was already dead.
"No, what part about her losing her five senses to the medication she's on do you not understand?" Howlingnight responded.
"ALL OF IT!"
"Well I'm not going to explain it," Howlingnight said, brushing off the knight of the stars commentary.
"Does it cancel the sixth sense?" Snowbunny asked warily.
Howlingnight turned to him slowly before remembering that Snowbunny's position was entirely spiritual, it wasn't meant to be a sarcastic question, "Of course not, how else would the gods be able to judge her if she was immune to that. I wouldn't sabotage her chances, I'm already going to be on a number of hit lists if she dies. Plus if she lives it'll give her kits hope and then maybe one of them will finally kill me. Good always prevails, that's just the natural order of things right?"
Snowbunny stared at Bluejay's body covered in her own gore. Her helpless form tied down, slowly dying at the claws of someone who didn't even know her, but hated her enough to find joy from this. "I don't know..." He swallowed hard, "If good prevails." They would just have to wait, but deep down inside he didn't have the same confidence Howlingnight had. He knew there was no chance Bluejay would live, she was going to bleed out and all of her kits would watch.
For as much as she wanted to stand close to the scene and admire her mates work Dottymask had hung back at the nursery. Their kits were where she was most needed, luckily Silverfury was perfect enough to step up and kill the demon for her. Without Bluejay as a symbol of hope her kits would finally fall in line.
Somehow being forced to sit out in the freezing cold while a blizzard raged on around Rottenpaw was the easiest part of being there. Witnessing his mother get dragged out for some fake exorcism he knew wasn't going to work made him clench the inside of his mouth so hard that he could feel the blood spill over his tongue. He twisted his entire body away as his step father brutally carved into her completely losing it this time as sobs began to escape him. He always thought he could beat Silverfury, but he just couldn't. He had taken his brothers out, he had beaten him relentless. Now he was going to kill his mom, this was his world. If his parents decided to beat, send them to an exorcism, banish them, that was just going to happen. He never felt so helpless, never wanted to face that truth until he was literally forced to watch the reality of his situation play out. "We're going to be next," Rottenpaw said with a shuttered breath that his siblings could hear. He had the same thoughts as Soullesspaw, if they did this to Dirtypaw and Bluejay, there was no stopping them.
The ritual commenced and the storm raged. Winds and snowfall turned violent, breaking way into a full on blizzard. But at the moment, the storm was outside of camp, and the cat's were none the wiser to the danger coming their way. Camp would keep them safe, but not warm enough nor safe enough from a blizzard on this scale. It was strong, and only gaining strength as it approached camp. Was it overdue? Maybe, the weather had been odd as of late. Could it be from the Gods? Possibly, but for what reason? Maybe it's Bluejay's doing? Some would want to believe more than others. Wintrystar personally saw the increasing storm as the demon leaving Bluejay's body. She payed it no more attention than that, and had no reason too. WinterClan was used to storms, blizzards, snow. It wouldn't be the first nor the last to grace their lands. And she saw nothing wrong with the storm at present, but the full force of it had yet to collide with camp and would soon rain it's terror down on them. She watched from her place at the front of the crowd, her body next to her mate's and her eyes trained on the cat before her. Wintrystar's mind thought of the future, of a clan safe from the attacks of a demon. Whether those attacks were the Sun God himself or the spawn of his before her, it didn't matter. She would see a clan safe for her kits--for her belly was beginning to swell with them--to grow up in and never have to worry about a demon harming them. The Sovereign spared a quick glance at her mate, hope filling her heart for the first time since Bluejay arrived in their camp. Things were looking up. Either demon before her would be dead, or the Gods would heal her and remove the demonic impurities from her.
The air grew tense as the blood flow turned into a slow trickle. The last of her blood filled the symbol surrounding her. Her chest barely rose, her breaths growing weaker, fainter, she was dying. Any moment now when her final breath was made it would determine if she lived or truly stayed dead.
"Please Silverfury, I don't want to watch anymore..." Rottenpaw begged his father, something he never lowered himself to doing before, "I'll do whatever you say, I just-I can't-I don't want to see this anymore," He whimpered, his tears falling down the sides of his face as his entire body trembled with fear.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 2, 2020 17:49:32 GMT -5
Maggotpaw trembled next to his siblings, a feeling beyond anger boiling in his blood. He was the only one out of his siblings that knew Bluejay, spent time with her. Maggotpaw would be the most hurt by this, and it showed. The only thing keeping him from bolting over there was his own fear. Of becoming like her. Rottenpaw was right, they were next. It froze him down to his core, but Bluejay's words kept repeating in his mind. Be brave. Be brave. He felt anything but, sitting there and listening to his brother beg to leave. Maggotpaw couldn't, not yet. Tears stained both sides of his face, but one set simply dripped onto the ground. "Please don't die. Please." He whispered to himself, sounding more like a mantra than a prayer.
Leisurely Silverfury lifted his massive, bloodied paw and placed it atop Rottenpaw's back, pushing him down onto his belly fur. Next then grabbed him by the scruff and carried him over to Bluejay's body. He dropped him roughly beside her and placed his paw on his back once more to hold him there.
"If you don't clean up your act, then someday you will be the one laying here, covered in your own blood, just like Bluejay..." Without warning he slammed Rottenpaw's head to the ground and right into a particularly deep pool of his mother's blood. Silverfury put his paw on the back of his head and smeared him into it, twisting his wrist every so often, making sure that the blood really soaked the apprentice before he pulled him back and sat him up straight, "Now you look how everyone sees you. A filthy little demon." Red blood dripped into Rottenpaw's eyes, it was either that or the pressure Silverfury had put on his skull earlier that dyed his sclera crimson, there was no doubt that the apprentice's vision was at best impaired, at worst temporarily blinded, "I granted your wish, you do not have to see her. However, next time you ask me to do you a favor, I'll give you a more permanent fix."
He released his grip on Rottenpaw, "I will have someone take you to the river this evening to clean you up," The river that was freezing cold, that cats were strictly told not to entire this time of year or else they were at a high risk of getting hypothermia, "Now get back to your spot, sit down and shut up."
Rottenpaw shuddered the moment his step father turned to him. He could only watch in his own humiliation as Silverfury pushed him down and picked him up by the scruff like he were as helpless as a kit. He was being dragged forward to Bluejay. When he was a stupid kit he used to believe that when he became an apprentice he would become stronger than Silverfury. Maybe be able to beat him up, but that was a stupid way of thinking from the start. WinterClan was never going to teach him how to fight back. Most of the time his diet consisted of scraps he could scrounge up at nightfall after everyone was done eating, as well as no one around to scold him for eating. He was possibly still as light as he was when he was a kit.
He whimpered as his step father dropped him. He stared forward at his mother, his quivering gaze locked onto her pretty face covered in blood. His entire body was shaking, he didn't want to be like her. Tied down in front of everyone, left to die, everyone hoping for him to die. That was the last thought he had before the splash, a struggle, followed by the grim realization of what was happening.
Rottenpaw's memory came back when his father was sitting him up right. He could only see red, his entire face soaked, his mind almost forgetting that it was blood. He didn't remember how Silverfury smeared his face in his mothers blood. The helpless feeling of his fathers strong grip overpowering him. How he screamed, choked on her blood, cried and flailed in a complete anxiety attack episode. He had screamed until his voice faded into the quiet, like something in his mind shut off.
He stood very still, letting every word his father spoke cement into his mind. He was a demon, if he didn't start learning his place, following his fathers orders he would tie him down for an exorcism, there was no question about it. Normally hearing that his further punishment would be an ice bath would send dread into his heart, but he didn't blink, only nodding to his father slowly. Wordlessly he followed his siblings scent, bumping them from his lack of sight and sat down like nothing had happened at all.
The blizzard progressed, turning violent, hail coming from the sky and winds knocking cats over. Wintrystar addressed the clan, yelling to be heard. "Everyone! Into the prison for safety!" It was the most secure area, especially since it was partially underground. Hopeful they could wait out the storm there. But she would remain up top, watching for the end of the ritual, the moment when the Gods blessed or killed Bluejay. All cats were ushered into the den, crammed into the prisoner's home for their safety, few remained of their own choice. The blizzard last only an hour longer before finally brushing by WinterClan and towards the borders. It began in the mountains and would see the whole of the lands covered in its snow, hail, and destruction. In the is moment, just as the storm started to slow, the blizzard moving on, the Gods appeared. They were here in their starry forms, a sight to be amazed and wonder struck by. Borealis, their God of Light and Life, appeared in a ray of light, like a cat made of pure golden light stepping out of the aurora itself. His fur was the aurora borealis, dancing along his pelt, and his eyes the warmth of pure golden sunlight. Stepping with purpose, he took a place beside Bluejay. The God gazed down upon the prisoner, no expression on his face, no decision spoken, but seated at her side as though he too were waiting for something. The cats of WinterClan were in awe. Wintrystar herself in disbelief that he had even come for she was sure he'd leave Bluejay to die. But he had come and his decision would be heard. She bowed, nearly forgetting herself in that moment and prayed the rest of the clan would follow suit, especially those that had remained to see the ritual through as she had.
Silverfury followed in Wintrystar's suit and lowered his head to the ground in a slow, practiced motion, a sign of utmost respect for the Gods that he had worshipped all of his life. He'd done all he could do for them in regards to Bluejay. He hoped they were proud of them.
Seeing her father bow, Rosemarykit mimicked him exactly. She did a pretty good job of it but her fluffy white tail was sticking straight in the air, it was actually really cute.
Brindlepaw couldn't believe her eyes. She'd seen spirits before, but nothing cmpared to the two Gods who stood before her, they were on an entirely different level than Goldenstar had been. She stared for quite a while longer than most of the other WinterClan cats before she too joined them in a bow.
Sinfulpaw had already been in the prison and was thus in the very back of the crowd. She couldn't really see what was going on, but she had a good idea of it. Thankfully no one seemed to be watching her so her head remained up high.
For brief moment the howling winds sounded far away, but the dripping of Bluejay's blood was so loud it was almost like the entire clan was seated next to the demon. But like any moment the peace was short lived as the winds whipped up snow moving in and out of the WinterClan cats vision. From the bloody symbol below Bluejay there was a glow emitting, bright as moonlight, colorful as the aurora borealis. The glow was cold, ominous, but calm, nothing flashed, only a slow shimmery that overlapped the blood. The light alone was as weak as Bluejay was helpless.
This remained for a long moment, so the geyser of light that shot from Bluejay to the sky was alarming enough to make anyone's heart stop with fright. The light was blinding, the silhouette of Bluejay's form was all anyone could make out. Slowly the silhouette of Bluejay rose, her restraints clung to her paws, but the stakes that rooted her had been uplifted. She raised her head up in what may have been a silent scream or perhaps simply staring up towards her judgment. The light didn't just pour over her, it poured into her, pushing new blood, destroying the soul the Sun God made for her and building a new one. They kept the husk, but destroyed and rebuilt everything inside of her.
The last of the light absorbed into her wounds, causing them to briefly glow before scarring over. Bluejay lied peacefully onto the ground, her mind dazed for the time being, but alive nonetheless.
"Heheh. Hahah."
There was snickering in the backdrop. Rottenpaw never moved. He turned back around to face WinterClan, his face covered in blood, but his eyes were wide open as the wind whipped through his fur, "YOU CAN'T DESTROY US! Not even your gods can save you. Look! Look! She's alive!" Rottenpaw said tauntingly, his childish smile wide and happy, this was the first time he was genuinely smiling ear to ear. "I mean, I just turned six moons old and I couldn't feel happier at all of your suffering!" He exclaimed, his voice was far too young to be saying such things, but he had been far too young to have had the amount of abuse the clan had given him. His trembling paws wiped the blood out of his eyes, his laughter spiraling with every ounce of glee. It would be relief to see insanity in his eyes, but instead he couldn't have looked more full of joy. "HEHEHAHAHAHAH!"
Snowbunny couldn't have looked more shocked to see Bluejay alive, but any excitement that rushed into him flew right out. Once things were safe he would pierce her ears with the crystals. She would never be able to raise her voice or step out of line once he did that. The crystals in WinterClan had certain properties, the mental ones being the most powerful. If he melted that onto her ear permanently she would always have its effect. "The rest of the exorcism will be completed in the witches den," he concluded, after all he needed the right tools, but at the same time, he didn't even want to do any of it.
"Be humbled, kit. She lives by our grace. Reborn in the light of WinterClan, dead to those who knew her in a past life. Her soul is new, kit-like if you will." His eyes appeared sharp, as he gazed towards the kit, the movement slow and lazy like, but his tone firm and allowing for no more questions. Borealis was life, and he had granted the cat before him a new chance, while Selene had taken her old soul to death's doors. It was a chance that not many were granted but the Gods had chosen to do so to help WinterClan and top share their abilities even just once. An act of power if you will. But one that would be remembered. With the same lazy attitude, as though this was mere child's play, the great God turned his gaze upon the Knight of the Stars. "Do not bother, child. Her soul is new, cleansed and will need no help in remaining so. Be wared, how you raise her new soul, will effect how she acts." A smile graced his lips as he glanced down upon Bluejay, resting at their paws. "Her soul is like a kits, and it must be raised with care. Her body and mind are still able, but she must be retaught right versus wrong, and that task falls upon WinterClan. Treat her right and she shall be the most loyal to you all."
One final time his words rang out, clear for all to hear, his tone final and his decision made "WinterClan, your warrior lives! Name her Blazingbluejay, a name for the power of the future, and the remembrance of the past." The next moment he was gone, swept away with the last of the snow. The air was still, snow gone, the world returning to normal. All that remained of event was a healed Blazingbluejay, and a destroyed camp.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 13, 2020 16:47:39 GMT -5
Maggotpaw wasn't pushed, or more, didn't allow himself to be. Even in the blinding light and the roaring winds, he needed to stay. He couldn't leave Bluejay alone again. When the gods appeared, it took him a moment to bow, but he did. Not that he cared for what they said, but that he wouldn't get another beating. Or that maybe, just maybe, they'd bring her back to life.
But when they did, and she now laid peacefully on the ground, Maggotpaw couldn't help himself. Those words of warnings, ones that would be alarming, were like nothing as he raced up to her. Her slow breathing was all he needed to hear. "You're alive. Thank goodness." Gently, Maggotpaw touched his forehead to her's.
The blizzard had passed. The ritual had ended. Blazingbluejay was now a full member of the clan per the Gods' instructions. Wintrystar could merely gaze across the camp, looking at the destroyed dens, the scattered prey, and the cats trailing from the prisoners den. Camp was destroyed, the nursery the most intact after the blizzard and just barley at that. Most had holes, or were completely destroyed. A tree branch had fallen once more, large as the first and crushed the warriors den. If the strength of the blizzard was anything to go by, this winter would be brutal and they were currently ill prepared for it to set in. Winter would be here soon, they knew that even before the blizzard came through, and there was little time to prepare.
Time Skip - week later
First it was the cold that set in. It followed the first two days after the blizzard. A chilly breeze, then a permanent plunge in temperature. Nothing these cats weren't used to but it was definitely difficult without dens to stay warm inside of and limited food to eat. Then came the snow, it came down strong and steady. Nothing nearly as strong as the blizzard that destroyed camp, but enough that the cats of WinterClan knew that winter had begun. Students were sent out hunting, while the warriors worked to clear and rebuild camp. At a weeks time, there were only three dens fit to live in and more work still to be done. All looked hopeless as cats went hungry and cold and winter came upon them stronger and stronger with the days. Then a salvation happened. One of the students was sent back to camp as a messenger from the God of Light. The God was perched on the mountain top, waiting with a soft smile and a patient eye. When the student had caught a glimpse of the being, they'd hurried back to camp, with the words "bring them all to me" spoken to them from the Lord.
Brindlepaw was familiar with spirits. When she was a kit she met her grandfather Goldenstar, in person as well as dreams, and just two weeks ago she'd seen Lord Borealis and Lady Selene in WinterClan camp with all the rest of the Clan. Gods, however, were very different from the dearly departed, something she didn't truly understand under she was in ones presence on a clear and beautiful - albeit cold - day. Lord Borealis was absolutely mesmerizing. The way the sun shined against his pelt was a kaleidoscopic rainbow, an array that put even the most beautiful crystal to shame. Brindlepaw couldn't help but stare in awe at the beautiful, legendary being that lounged before her.
After the longest three seconds of her life, the dilute tortoiseshell she-cat lowered herself to a bow just as the rest of the Clan had done when he last appeared. She cursed herself for taking so long to do it, but in reality she acted faster than most.
"As you wish, Lord Borealis."
Her voice was strong and clear as a bell, no hesitation in the slightest. Brindlepaw was loyal to Borealis and Selene well before Wintrystar, especially after how they showed Blazingbluejay mercy before punishing WinterClan for its crimes against her. At least, that was how Brindlepaw saw it. Wintrystar's narrative would always differ. But Brindlepaw, she used her own head.
With that Brindlepaw streaked down the mountainside as fast as her paws could carry her. She took the fastest route not the safest so, by the time she returned to camp, her paw pads were raw and bleeding from sharp rocks and other debris she'd powered through during her descent. Her paw-prints left a faint pink hue in the snow as she passed, but at least the cold was soothing.
"Wintrystar," When she appeared before the sovereign she was panting heavily. It took her a few moments to collect her breath before she finally delivered the message from above, "Lord Borealis appeared before me with a message: 'Bring them all to me.' He waits atop the mountain."
