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Wintrystar was about fed up with all of this. Roseshade wasn't adhering to the rules of the challenge and was even changing them. Her frustration was growing and she approached the Witch. "Why are you so against this Roseshade? He has given a reasonable challenge and even allowed you to change it and yet you will not participate at all. I find no fair competition in that and thus confess that you are not upholding the spirit of these challenges! You must compete and I have offered a solid solution and yet you even deny that!" Sure the challenge was a challenge but that was the whole point. If they entered here, at the base of the water, then there was less chance of harm, so she didn't understand why the she-cat was so against it. The Gods would have intervened if they saw a reason too and yet they hadn't so what was the problem?
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 Mar 16, 2021 21:07:05 GMT -5
Roseshade didn't flinch away from the leader's challenge, standing her ground and meeting her gaze with her own "Do you truly want to know?" her voice was even, as she shrunk back behind her wall, reigning herself in "You say that you do, but sometimes the truth is worse than the one you make up in your own mind. Perhaps I'd rather you believe I have lost my mind or that I am simply a coward" her tail tip twitched as she spoke. Wintrystar didn't scare her, not in the same way the swallowing river did. Wintrystar was powerful cat, but a cat all the same. A mortal bound by the same rules and reality as she. The cats in her dreams... that was something else entirely
"I repeat, I will NOT be diving for stone. I will NOT acknowledge Robinring as my mate" her tone was resolute
Wintrystar was done with this. Fine, she'd handle it herself, she was tired of this squabbling. Giving a harsh shove, pushing the Witch into the water and settling the matter on whether she'd get in or not, the Sovereign turned her gaze on Robinring. "Well?"
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 Mar 16, 2021 21:50:18 GMT -5
The witch's scream echoed across the stone, as suddenly the ground below her feet was gone and she was falling through the air. Her feet scrambled to grip onto something, anything. The sovereign's fur still stuck to her front claws from where she had tried to stop the fall. She hit the frigid water hard, sending a spray of water upwards. At first some bubbles rose to the surface as she was dragged under, but soon even those stopped. Leaving nothing but the smooth water's surface to look upon from up above.
Roseshade couldn't help the automatic inhale as the cold water shocked her system. Her mouth burned as the water with small ice crystals forced it's way down her throat. Her legs slashing at the nothingness that surrounded her but was unable to hit against anything as the current carried her further away from where she had been dropped in. She fought hard against the current, her lungs burning, screaming for air that she couldn't get. Legs scrambling to push her towards the surface, seeing the fading light up from up above as she descended into the darkened depths. She pushed harder and harder fighting to live, even as her strength failed.
Her body began to go limp, the water sucking her deeper and deeper. The pressure of the water above crushing inwards, her limbs not responding to her commands. Her panicked thoughts slowing down to a trickle. She sent up a silent prayer, not for herself, but for her sister whom she would be leaving alone. Brindlemist...
Robinring held her gaze through the entire performance, unshakeable. Not once did he look away, blink, or show a hint of emotion in response to her building fury; not even the threat dissuaded him. He was as immutable as stone in the face of the blizzard. Robinring knew better than to react to the tantrum of a desperate cat.
As the Witch tumbled back into the icy waters, Robinring bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment of the leader. "Thank you," he told her. His gaze turning back to the falls, he added in a distant voice, "despite our difficulties tonight, I do intend to give her a good life. She will not make it easy, but perhaps with moons of hard work, she will begin to see me as an ally. Excuse me."
He crossed to the water and stood a tail-length back from the edge, where he'd be difficult to pull in, but poised to leap to her rescue if absolutely necessary. His searching gaze sought Roseshade within those dangerous depths, flicking back and forth rapidly as he searched for signs of her progress. She had disappeared into the darkness with an unknown swiftness, and in an instant, he knew she must not be able to swim, and queried if that was the cause of her hesitation, but filed the thought away for now. He darted along the shore as she was carried onward, ready to intervene if she did not resurface soon.
Before much time could pass, a light began to glow behind them. Another had come to the challenge. He glowed an arrangement of colors, like a clear quartz crystal reflecting in the sun's rays, like the aurora borealis in the night sky. For he was the God of Light, the Lord Borealis. The tom was slow in his approach, the cats around him becoming aware of his presence. Wintrystar and Rowanstrike both bowed before him, the noses touching the ground. It was so rare for a god to be before one of the cats of WinterClan and already twice they had blessed the presence of Roseshade and her sister. He did not speak, and his face remained passive as he stepped up to the water, paws just at the edge of the moving current. Then he stepped in. Sinking lower like the sun fading over the mountain's top into the swift waters before them.
Wintrystar did not speak, did not dare move or look up, for fear they may have angered the god. He was the God of Life and Light, a god of healing! He had chosen their Witch and Pupil personally and now here he was before they at the challenge of the Witch and Robinring. Beside her Rowanstrike, he had been late to react to Wintrystar shoving Roseshade into the water, was in the similar position. Bowed, low, grovelingly low, to the ground and not moving.
It was nearly a full minute before he emerged again, slowly, just as he had walked among them before. In his jaws, hung Roseshade, like a kit dangling from their mother's jaw, to tired to walk anymore. He placed her down at the edge of the water, far enough away to not be swept in again. And spoke for the first time. "Breath, my Witch. Take air into your lungs and expel the cold that consumes you. I grant life once more to a starved believer and bring faith to those around us."
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 Mar 16, 2021 22:35:00 GMT -5
Roseshade let the darkness consume her mind,giving into the cold water that had surrounded her. Sinking further and further until she came to rest on the rocky bottom of the river. Even as the God grasped her scruff she didn’t stir, her soul beginning it’s departure from her body only feathered by the god that held her. For a few days moments it appeared as if she had died, her sides frozen in place with no movement. Her face was pale, ice clinging to her long fur and whiskers as she was laid upon the ground with the cold water of the river lapping at her tail.
It was only when she was called, that the witch began to stir. Suddenly her sides rose, eyes shooting open. She coughed hard, water spewing from her mouth and nose and onto the stone before her. She gasped for air, her lungs slowly inflating and her body shivering from the cold. Only she didn’t hurt, not the way she should have after her close brush with death. The color was quickly returning to her face, her breathing become more regular, her mind trying to catch up to the reality before her. It was the God Borealis
Her voice still rough as she spoke “I’m sorry...I tried to head your warning...”
Robinring's gaze did not move from the water; if he was aware of the god behind him, he gave no sign. When Roseshade was rescued from her coming death, he hung back, until life reclaimed her and clawed its way up her gasping throat. Then he moved silently to her side, pale gaze skimming her shape, nodding slightly when he was satisfied she had recovered.
There he stayed, silent, watching her. Waiting. Not once did he look at the god.
Lord Borealis merely gazed at her a moment, before speaking once more. "It was not my message you were bestowed with." He did not answer or give hint if it was another's that was for her to figure and pray about. The least he would do was confirm that it was not him who gave her the dream she referred to. "Rise my children, and hear my words. I have born witness to many a challenges on this day, amused by such things and find interest in this one. You were fearful, had no trust in your fellow clanmate, and nearly suffered death at the hands of fear, my Witch." He paused, eyed them each before settled near the end of his words on Roseshade. The God had chosen her for a reason, multiple at that. One was her blood line, it's history in WinterClan, another was her spirit and determination. He was truly disappointed that she was refuse a challenge and seek death instead of even attempting it. It made him question his choice. With narrowed eyes, his ever color changing gaze remained on her. "You are my chosen Witch, do not fail me again. Rise above and face your challenges with the Light you were blessed with on your day of choosing." Now his words were a threat, for he did not enjoy being disappointed. "Or I will chose another."
The God paused for a moment more, his tone softening once more as he grinned at those around him almost kit like with life. "Come! Much love, joy, and light is in the air and I will bless this challenge with such a thing and bare witness to more great fun. You fought for love, and so long as you, Robinring, appear with your prize, I will bless this union personally. I do not see why it can not be so. The stone lies there in the water, go forth and bring it before me." He was the God of Love, Light, Life, and Healing, so honestly him finding simple joy in any moment was a given. Especially with the way the challenges had gone today. He'd watched one couple battle for kits! How entertaining! Many others for love or future love, of leaving one mate for another and so much more. It spoke of life in the clan, drama and daring only found in WinterClan. These cats were under his care and Selene's but they would not normally interfere with such simple things as selecting a cats mate. But this was his Witch, his chosen student if you will, and he saw a stubborn fool willing to challenge and test her in the tom before him. So why not allow the pairing? Maybe they would be good for each other? Ones who would challenge the other to better themselves and face fears they new not that they had.
Besides, what better way to show his hold on love than to bless ones union? It was vastly entertaining to the tom as well! Watching these cats quarrel among each other over something as simple as a pebble in body of water. But he'd watched long enough and would not allow his chosen student to die so easily and especially after having just been chosen not long ago.
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 Mar 17, 2021 12:35:51 GMT -5
The dream wasn’t sent by him? The protests died in her throat, falling silent and her eyes falling to the snowy shore. Even as Robinwing pulled away from her side to go after the stone she didn’t move to stop him or say a single word.Her first instinct was to fight back, to argue with the God Borealis even though he had brought her back from her watery grave. The rebellious spark within her, daring her to say the words on the tip of her tongue. If he disapproved of her actions that much, he could take his title and bestow upon another. She hadn’t asked to become his witch, she was told.
It was only for her sister that she kept quiet, her sweet innocent Brindlemist who couldn’t protect herself. The only cat in this world that she would give anything to protect....it seemed as if the price to do so was high...
He departed with the same swift silence that he held since the god arrived.
In a smooth stroke, he dove into the water and struck toward the bottom, letting his eyes adjust to the stinging darkness. His coat looked fluffy from afar, but his hair was thin and spread out: he wasn't built for water, he was barely tolerant of the cold, and instead of trapping air, his fur collapsed to his sides. His bottom layer of fur was a little thicker, but it was far from water-resistant.
Despite the excruciating cold eating away at his muscles, once the initial shock wore off, he was ready for action. A few powerful kicks carried him down to the bottom, where he searched for the right stone. It was unique, it would be easy to recognize once he laid eyes on it, but the swimming was tricky. The current dragged at his coat, clawing at his shoulders and tugging insistently, and when he fought against it he stirred up swirls of bubbles that clouded his vision. Too close to the bottom, and the mud swirled around his coat; swim too high, and he couldn't detect the shape of the stone.
When he ran out of breath, he fought his way to the surface gasping, but no sooner had he found more and plunged down again. Twice more he completed the circuit; then he hauled himself onto the shore, his multicolored fur dripping and the layered colors running together like spilling ink. If Robinring had ever looked intimidating, he was not now, but even if he was soaked to the bone, his pale gaze held the same frosty control.
Robinring crossed to Roseshade's side and studied her intently, his gaze trailing over her waterlogged form, recognizing her scrape with death and her strange silent defeat in the face of the gods. With one paw, he reached out to her and lay before her the stone. Sea glass, perfectly rounded, and translucent; depending on the reflection, it was turquoise or the same baby blue as his eyes, but either way, it was smooth to her paw. It was unmistakable, and it was hers, despite the god's request it be brought to him.
"I am not a liar, not in this," he told her and paced a few steps away to sit and lick at his coat. It would not be enough to combat the chill he had received from the icy plunge, they all knew it, but he did not ask the witch to care for him now. "I appreciate the blessing you've offered," he added mildly when a few seconds had passed, "but Lord," his gaze shifted incrementally up to match the tom he had ignored thus far, drawing his tongue over the back of his paw, "if my mate is so adamantly against our union, I can not ask you to go against her wishes and bless us."
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 Mar 18, 2021 11:54:36 GMT -5
Roseshade didn’t look at the stone nor acknowledge Robinring’s return to the shore. Things would have been easier had he simply drowned while trying to retrieve it, retribution for what he had put her her through, the humiliation and fear. Her skin still crawled, itched, and burned from where the imagined paw reached out to grasp and pull her into the darkened depths of the river. It was difficult to focus, the cold of the snow beginning to seep into her soaked pelt, the wind slicing through her pelt. The God Borealis had brought warmth back to her body, but it only lasted for a little while.
My mate
A lesser she-cat may have been been convinced by his honeyed words. How he finally showed some sort or consideration, but not Rosesahde. It was nothing but pure manipulation on Robinring’s part. Pretending to care, to get her to drop down her walls and acknowledge that he was the victor. Suddenly she rose to her paws, stepping over the stone as if it were insignificant as the Stoney shore below her feet. Snow sprayed over the pale blue surface, hiding it from view. She didn’t even glance at Robinring, for as far as she was concerned he was already dead in her eyes.
“I will marry if that is your command” she replied looking and speaking only directly to the God Borealis “but this marriage will bring nothing but misery. Even the Gods can’t change what lies within the core of one’s heart”
I hope you appreciate my Beauty and the Beast style curse on Roseshade lol Cleaverracer
curse - For your heart is cold, thus only tragedy will strike. Every full moon that you do not learn the Heart of a Witch, a tragedy will strike one around you. You will be of no aid to this cat and you will be unable to prevent it. Until you learn and understand that a Witch is one with all and all is one, you will watch as they suffer. You neglect the all and hold tight to the one. You forget your role. For that, you seek tragedy at each moon, and only you hold the answers you desire. Learn the Heart of a Witch, or watch disaster unfold around you.
"My dear Witch." He hung his head in disappointment. She was so against all he had given her. Life, healing, and now a possibility at love. And this love had even sought her out before he could maneuver it into her path. No, he could see now that her heart was cold to all but one. It was a tale he knew well, but that one that had been a love for one's self and not another. But her role demanded more from her, and her love would be tested time and again. If she could not find love and kindness in her heart than there was nothing left he could teach her. This she would have to learn on her own. Lord Borealis stood tall and appeared to glow. His fur stood out in an arrangement of colors, glowing brighter like the aurora borealis at night as he spoke in a commanding tone. "Hear me cats of WinterClan, bare witness to my command. My Witch has displeased me, has denied herself what she could have had and in doing so dismissed the blessing I have brought her. I have given you much, and though my last blessing had yet to come about, you dare deny it when you look it in the eye." He paused, his eyes moving from Robinring to Roseshade and back again. "My Witch. My dear Witch. You will be married this day to the tom before you. He has shown honesty in his words and his actions. I find no fault in the pairing besides your own heart and for that I have no cure. But you must learn your heart and its ways to aide you in your role as Witch. I place a curse upon you, Rosesahde, one I hope you can break someday before all is lost. For your heart is cold, thus only tragedy will strike. Every full moon that you do not learn the Heart of a Witch, a tragedy will strike one around you. You will be of no aid to this cat and you will be unable to prevent it. Until you learn and understand that a Witch is one with all and all is one, you will watch as they suffer. You neglect the all and hold tight to the one. You forget your role. For that, you seek tragedy at each moon, and only you hold the answers you desire. Learn the Heart of a Witch, or watch disaster unfold around you."
With that he disappeared in a bright light, incasing the area in his colorful, warm beam and disappearing as the sunset. The Goddess controlled the night and he had done his duty. Hopefully, she would learn fast or much would be lost. The cats around them could only watch in awe has he left, his warmth embracing them one last time s he departed, leaving them warmed even with the cold around them. Wintrystar had no words for what had happened, too in awe of what had gone down and still trying to process the words spoken by the God of Light. He was always a wonder, a blessing, and yet...he'd cursed their Witch? His chosen disciple at that. She didn't understand, but it wasn't her place to question his actions merely follow them.
