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After experiencing many deaths caused by a past medicine cat apprentice, Rainpaw, who began killing his patients, Fallclan decided to honor all those who died in his care by holding a grand festival where those who are old enough travel to the Burial Grounds to be closer to the ones who have left them and joined Starclan. It is often said that during this time the Starclan cats can be seen, offering words of comfort and compassion to those they were close with while alive. It is still unknown fully by the other clans if this it true because a vow of silence was set into place, making it so no Fallclan cat who participates in the festival can share it with those outside their home.
Leaf-bares in Fallclan were always harsh, but the emptiness of the nursery and apprentice den made it even colder than normal. Now, a bit into Newleaf, it seemed that the clan was finally recovering from the plague. Of course, the mothers who had lost their kits would likely never fully recover from it, and perhaps that was why Hystericstar's grumbling while planning for this year's Day of the Dead festival had significantly lessened.
The trip to the Burial Grounds was a quick one, making it so that even the older kits would be able to join in the festivities. Games and a feast had been prepared, albeit on a much smaller scale than the feasts held in Leaf-Fall, and cats had been encouraged to bring an offering for those that they had lost.
Of course, Hauntedmelody felt right at home within the burial grounds. The white she-cat couldn't help but purr loudly as she made her way towards the sight of the festivities with her clan mates. She hardly noticed many of their wary glances towards her as she practically skipped the rest of the way while singing softly to herself. But clasped tightly in her jaws were a bundle of feathers from various birds. The tawny brown feather of a sparrow, the stark black coloring of the robin, and a bright blue bluejay feather bounced with her movements. For as excited as she was to participate in the festivities, Hauntedmelody was well aware of what they had lost during the plague.
Following close behind her were Vixensong and Ravensfrost. The siblings had been one of the many cats trailing behind Hauntedmelody as they traveled to the burial ground. Ravensfrost had bit down on his tongue from making a remark about the strange she-cat, knowing full well that his sister wouldn't hesitate to give his ears a good thrashing. Despite remaining silent, the black tom could still see his sister glancing at him from the corner of her eye as she carried a few flowers and berries that the pair had collected for their own offering. The warning that danced in her green gaze was enough to keep Ravensfrost from saying anything.
Qualkit hadn't really understood why they were going to the burial ground. All the little tabby had heard about were the games and food that would be there. He had been too excited to ask any questions but had stuck close to his other siblings. Qualkit didn't want to run ahead and leave them behind.
Post by Flurryofstars on May 10, 2021 0:26:55 GMT -5
Shieldheart, normally glowing with charisma and mirth during festivals like this, practically dragged himself to the burial grounds with his ears down and his eyes pinned to the ground. It was meant to be a celebration but he just couldn't grasp how he or anyone else could be happy thinking about all the kits they'd lost to the plague. Or the personal loss of his best friend, who vanished under mysterious circumstances... Then there was him and Cloudymuse and all the drama around that. A sigh escaped him then because no matter how complicated his feelings were for the tom, he couldn't help but wonder how he was doing. Had he lost anyone important? How was he doing today? Would it be weird for Shieldheart to track him down and ask? pao
Rhymingsilence took his time getting to the burial grounds, feeling both eager to deliver an offering and uncomfortable being in such a large crowd. He wasn't very good at making small talk and he tried to avoid playing games what with how competitive he could be. For a while, he contemplated turning back around and spending the night at camp, but then he spotted a familiar pelt ahead of him and jogged forward. "Hey, Lavenderbreeze!" He greeted around the fresh-kill in his mouth as he found a spot beside her. "I wasn't sure you'd make it to this and it's uh, good to see you." Even this was a major improvement in his socializing skills and it startled him to realize he wasn't as nervous as he thought he'd be. Or rather, his nerves felt different than usual. Less 'I'm about to vomit' and more like butterflies flying around his stomach. seeker (I haven't forgotten our other thread either lol)
Bramblepaw was giddy as she followed the group, already thinking about all the games they'd get to play. That was always her favorite part of any festivity. Although, she wasn't sure if she'd get the chance to enjoy it. She already felt a bit distracted thinking about her mom and whether she'd been allowed to tag along or not. If she hadn't been, then she'd probably sneak out to join and ugh! She loved kits, but it was exhausting having to deal with a warrior that acted like one. Shaking the worries from her mind, she tried to focus on the excitement of the other apprentices instead of Blueflame.
Lavenderbreeze hadn't decided until last minute if she was going to attend the festival or not, but she felt as though she owed it to the kittens they'd lost to attend. The nursery aid had been lucky she had never fell ill, but the image of the poor kits who had still burned harshly in her memory. She held little yellow dandelions in her jaws as offering, knowing how fun they were to blow when they turned into fairy pillows. She hoped the kittens in starclan could make a wish once they bloomed. A familiar voice sounds behind her, and she turns and smiles. "Hi, Rhymingsilence. It's nice to see you as well." She purrs, dipping her head in greeting. She was grateful the tom had come, dealing with this with the tom would be much happier and would provide a nice distraction from the ache she felt. The grey she-cat knew today was a celebration of life, but it felt so bittersweet. Flurryofstars ( lol it's all good! reply whenever <3 )
Wolfriddle bounded his way to the burial grounds. He held leaves in his jaws as offering, ones he'd found that were green rather than red. He settles down near Rhymingsilence and Lavenderbreeze, shooting his adopted sister a look. His eyes screamed "OH??? A TOM?" but his composure stayed cool and collected. He'd bug her about it later for sure.
Normally, whenever a festival was held in the clan, Hystericstar would separate himself from everyone and just sit and watch in the corner of the festivities. This time was barely any different, as the hairless leader still didn't seek any company or socialize, but he did however stay closer to everyone. His golden gaze searched through the Burial Grounds, a memory of a spectral cat from last year resurfacing. It was said that Starclan would often visit during this time, and although Hystericstar doubted anything like that would happen, he was still suspicious. Every encounter that he had with the deities left him that way. Shaking his head, he focused on the festival at paw. Gently, he placed down his offering - a small bundle of flowers and herbs, and took a deep breath. Should he give a speech or something? These things were always so weird and awkward, and he never quite knew what to say. He never was eloquent.
While the leader contemplated his life, Legendarydemise was rather sullen. The entire walk here, he had not said a word, instead focusing on the pine needles he had brought. It was such a silly offering, and he could definitely had brought something more worthwhile or special, but it had been the first thing that had come to his mind when he had tried to think of something for Fabledpaw. It felt like a lifetime ago that they had attempted to summon their mother with an arrangement of the needles, but it was still a day that he would remember forever. Albeit, most of the time when he thought of that day, it would be about the part where he fell into the waterfall and nearly drowned.
Of course, Pumpkinspice had brought an offering! Why wouldn't she? She had brought a nice, pump mouse to give, and it was currently resting in her empty pit of a stomach. Any other cat would probably have felt remorse or guilt for eating their own offering before they could even give it, but Pumpkinspice only felt the joy of the festivities. The large smile on her face never faded, and she seemed to just bounce around the Burial Grounds, as dense as ever. "What do you think is planned today?" she asked the closest cat, her tail thumping against the ground.
Wolfriddle’s ears perk as he hears a clan mate, he turns and smiles at her. “Hi!” He exclaims, excited as ever. “I don’t know what’s planned! Hopefully something fun.” The grey and white tom purrs, his first bristling in anticipation. He knew today might’ve been more solemn for some, but having been affected minimally, he didn’t have anything but joy in celebration. His tail poofed out, looking quite like the wolf he’d been named after. lavellan
Post by Flurryofstars on May 15, 2021 2:48:17 GMT -5
Oh, good. So she was glad to see him too. "I like your offering," he said as he noticed the yellow dandelions she carried. "I wasn't sure if I was going to make it to this, so I decided to bring prey at the last second. It was all I could come up with. How did you choose?" While he waited for her response he started wondering who the offering was meant for. Were they meant for anyone specific or just their fallen clanmates as a whole. The year had been a harsh one in terms of loss, but Rhymingsilence wasn't well-acquainted with anyone who passed. Being a nursery aid though, Lavenderbreeze had probably been really close with all of the kits that didn't make it through the "plague". Suddenly, he felt that his question might have been too invasive. He wanted to keep the mood light--this was a celebration after all--but maybe this was too personal a topic to discuss. He wasn't quite sure since the only time he'd ever attended the Day of the Dead festival was when he was a kit, and back then he'd been even more oblivious to social etiquette. "I'm sorry. If you don't want to answer that, you don't have to." seeker
Lavenderbreeze had set the dandelions at her paws, allowing herself to give full attention to Rhymingsilence. “Prey is a wonderful offering. I’m sure whoever you present it to will appreciate it immensely.” She fights the urge to gently touch his shoulder with her nose, though the action would’ve come completely natural to her. Instead she wraps her tail tightly around her paws, fidgeting slightly, though not in discomfort. She looks down at her dandelions, and smiles fondly. “When I was a kitten, Wolfriddle and I used to look for these. We’d get really excited when they bloomed into the poofs. I was thinking the kits might like something to play with, up in Starclan, you know?” She directs her gaze to the sky, wondering if any of them looked down on her and the clan. She hoped they protected from afar, better than she ever could’ve. “Sorry, I know we’re supposed to celebrate today. But my heart hurts.” Lavenderbreeze admits, her voice soft and only audible for Rhymingsilence to hear. “I don’t mind the question.” She smiles, hoping it was reassuring. “You can always feel free to ask me anything. I’m not too interesting.” She laughs. “Would you mind coming with me to leave these at the kit’s grave?” She asks, a bit shy, a bit nervous he would say no. The grey she-cat would appreciate the company, but would also understand completely if that was too much for him. Flurryofstars
Pumpkinspice grinned, happy to have found someone just as excited as her for this festival. It seemed a lot of cats were rather solemn this year, and, as a nursery aid, she could understand why. But it was a festival! They were supposed to celebrate life, not mourn it, right!? "Last year they had a capture the flag game! I didn't participate, but my sister did. It looked really fun! Maybe there'll be something like that again? Oh! Or maybe some sort of eating contest! That would be fun," she rambled, her head turning to look around at the area. She didn't see any setup for a cool game, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be one later. "Do you think they'd let me participate in an eating contest? I hope they don't ban me from it." With all this talk of food, she was getting hungry again. Despite the meal that she had on her way here, her stomach growled. seeker
Post by complacentdevil on May 18, 2021 23:55:52 GMT -5
The acting medicine cat gently carried his offering, his icy blue eyes sullen. It has been only days before the festival that his own mentor had gone missing, so soon after he had arrived in Fallclan as it was. He barely knew anyone here. She was his only connection, for the most part, aside from Hystericstar himself. He held hyacinths, normally poisonous unless you knew what kind to look for, their small, blue urn shaped flowers hung delicately from their stems, swinging with each step he took. He was grieving, for the most part, his steps heavy with thought. He set the flowers down where he felt comfortable, feeling rather alone, and followed the path of his leader, staying a few tail lengths away as not to crowd the hairless tom, but to make himself feel better, and not so lonely amongst the rest of the clan.
Ghostwood watched carefully after his sister, his eyes narrowed as he stayed rather quietly away from her, his dark grey coat blending him into the shadows of the trail they walked to get to the burial grounds. It felt strange to see the place he had stalked about be so... lively. He was ready to see the festivities over, so that he could have his quiet place back to himself. He had brought a sprig of ivy, something familiar to the grounds, as an offering.
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Post by Nova on May 26, 2021 13:33:28 GMT -5
After watching Hystericstar place his own offering down, Ravensfrost and Hauntedmelody both did the same. They carefully laid what they had gathered on the ground before turning back and disappearing among their clanmates. Instead of returning back to his sister, who had already disappeared to find Legendarydemise, the black tomcat had settled down next to their new medicine cat. Weaselpaw was still young and had come from a different clan according to the rumors. The two weren't so different really.
"First festival, huh?" Ravensfrost whispered to him, not wanting to be too loud in case their leader decided to make a speech of some sort. "I remember my first time celebrating Day of the Dead." complacentdevil Vixensong quietly made her way over to Legendarydemise after her brother had offered to place the offerings down. She quietly brushed up against him and offered him a small smile before she sat down.
"Hey there." She said softly. It was all she said to him for the moment. He was lost in himself again. Vixensong had noticed it when she caught sight of him staring at the pine needles at his paws. The russet-pelted warrior simply stayed by his side, her pelt lightly brushing against his in case he needed the comfort of someone close by. lavellan
Since Legendarydemise had been lost in his thoughts, Vixensong had startled him. For a moment, he just stared at her, confused, before he remembered where he was. It seemed this was becoming a more common occurrence, despite Legendarydemise's best efforts at moving on. He thought he was doing well lately, but this festival seemed to highlight the emptiness that Fabledpaw had left behind.
Still, he did his best to push these thoughts aside, focusing more on the she-cat beside him. He gave a strained smile, slightly leaning into her touch. "Fancy meeting you here," he (poorly) joked. Nova
Post by complacentdevil on May 29, 2021 22:33:05 GMT -5
Weaselpaw looked up to the strange warrior, his icy blue eyes wide in part surprise, part interest, having yet to been introduced to him, though he had seen him in bits and pieces around camp. He dipped his head in greeting before he spoke, "First anything really, definitely my first time around so many of us," he explained, "How many of these have you been to? Used to them yet?" The newly promoted medicine cat was terse to say the least, though he wasn't particularly rude.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jun 2, 2021 2:41:53 GMT -5
His heart ached for Lavenderbreeze as she told him about the dandelions. Her offering was so thoughtful, so meaningful, so true to how he saw her. He didn't even mind that his own offering paled in comparison. He just wanted to be there for her. "Thank you," Rhymingsilence mewed with a small dip of his head. "And the dandelions are an amazing idea! I thi- I know the kits will love them." He wanted to tell her so much more and let her know that no, she was extremely interesting. Asking questions wasn't something he did, so the fact that all he wanted to do was get to know her was very telling. The words died in his throat at her question.
"I'd like that," he said, stepping closer to her than he'd normally dare while the tip of his tail gently brushed her pelt. The gesture immediately alarmed him after a second or two of processing it. Splotched ears went flat against his head from what could very well be embarrassment, but he wasn't in tune with his emotions enough to know for sure. Not wanting her to mistake his reaction for anything awful, he quickly added, "By the way, you can ask me anything too. I don't mind at all." seeker
“Me?” Ravensfrost mewed, scratching his chest briefly as he puffed out his cheek in thought. “This is probably my second one.” The black tom said with a lopsided smile.
“This one though... not really my favorite. Kinda creepy if I’m honest.” Ravensfrost admitted as he looked around. “From what I hear, cats from Starclan have a habit of coming down and visiting loved ones. No offense, but I’m not sure I want some ghost popping by for a visit.” He said, attempting to make a joke as he shivered a bit. “Now the celebration of lights...! That’s definitely something.” complacentdevil Vixensong smiled lightly at his attempted joke. At least he was trying. “Who would have thought, right?” The warrior countered, touching her nose lightly to his cheek.
“We could ... I don’t know... we could hang back at the edge of the crowd?” Vixensong offered, wondering if it would help him ground himself if there was a bit of space between them and the rest of the clan. “After dropping off your tribute, that is... they look lovely... and smell divine.” She mewed as she glanced down at the pine needles. lavellan
She had never experienced kindness like the kind she experienced with Rhymingsilence. It came simply, like she didn’t have to hide anything, or mask any bit of herself. The grey she-cat longed to be closer to him and to know more about him, to have the conversations that flowed out of her so effortlessly when she was around him. “Thank you, I hope you’re right.” Green eyes study the little yellow flowers, her heartbeat echoing loudly in her chest. She was nervous that these weren’t enough. She forces herself to breathe deeply and calmly, counting down from ten in the back of her mind. Lavenderbreeze was prone to overthinking spirals, something not many people knew about her, nor cared to. In the nursery, she rarely experienced them, but in the outside world, it was easy to remember how out of place she felt. Lavenderbreeze offers a smile in Rhymingsilence’s direction, deciding to finally gather her courage to take the dandelions to the grave of the kittens she felt as though she failed. She stands, waiting a moment to see if Rhymingsilence would follow. “After we set these down, we can take your offering too.” She suggests, tone hopeful but soft. Flurryofstars
Here to actually make this thread a tiny bit sad and to start bringing in the Starclan cats c:
Chestnutheart had been missing for several days. It was unknown what had happened to the calico she-cat, but her trail had ran cold. There was no sign of her. It faded long past the borderer and it appeared she had followed in her own mentor's paw steps. The appearance of a faded cat broke the tree line that surrounded the Burial Grounds. Starlight glimmered in the familiar calico fur. Brown eyes held a sorrowful expression. She slinked past her living clan mates and towards the one cat she had come to regarded as a friend. Standing near the hairless tom she found her voice and finally spoke "your going to catch a cold if you stand out her like this." Cracking a small smile at her friend.
"I think I would like that," Legendarydemise replied with a very slight nod of his head as he turned his gaze to look at the edge of the Burial Grounds, just in time to catch the spectral form drifting through. For a moment, his heart fluttered, hoping that the figure was that of his sister. It was obvious, however, that the calico was none other than Chestnutheart. He couldn't help the guilt that followed his disappointment, but he turned back to his pine needles, having almost missed the end of what Vixensong had said.
"You don't have to force yourself to lie," he said, the smile returning. "I know it doesn't seem like a good gift. It's just something with memories." Momentarily tightening his grip on them, he nodded to himself. With Vixensong at his side, it would definitely make giving his offering easier. Nova
At first, Hystericstar hadn't noticed the glimmering cat at she made her way towards him. His gaze was focused on the bulk of the gathering, still trying to decide if they were expecting a speech from him. Even if they weren't, should he say something? At least in the memory of all of the kits who had died? It would probably be disrespectful to stay silent. It was when he started going over exactly what he would say that a familiar voice spoke up, startling him.
The leader turned, expecting to see his medicine cat standing beside him. He was fully prepared to scold her for her disappearance, but he froze, mouth slightly open, as her spectral form stood smiling at him. He blinked. Once, twice. Tilting his head to the side, he tried to see past the starlight, but couldn't. "You... look different," he commented. Was he losing his mind? Was it the sleep deprivation that caused Chestnutheart to appear like this? He doubted it was a hallucination caused by anything in the area, so was it just something in his head? @dot
Post by complacentdevil on Jun 9, 2021 20:25:03 GMT -5
Weaselpaw nodded, listening to Ravenfrost's concerns, it was a bit strange getting to see the cats of seasons past, but he himself had unfortunately grown used to it. It was something that he figured just came with his trade, or rather, the cats that ended up in his trade came with the quirk. Either way, he saw more past clanmates than the normal cat, and more than he liked, that was for sure. As he was about to ask about the lights festival his pelt bristled, involuntarily, as starry paws met the ground. His ears pricked, eyes snapping towards Chestnutheart's ethereal form. "I'm sorry to cut you short Ravenfrost-" he apologized, "I'd love to continue this another time, my apologies."
He rose quickly, trying not to interrupt his leader and his late mentor, but he could barely contain himself, unsure whether or not to cry from joy or sadness. "Chestnutheart," he choked out, his icy eyes wide with wonder, "It's so nice to see you again."
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Post by Nova on Jun 9, 2021 20:25:03 GMT -5
“Trust me, I’m a terrible liar.” She said with a soft smile. Her smile faded instantly realizing the joke was probably in poor taste. Vixensong felt herself flushing with embarrassment before she cleared her throat.
“No, Legendarydemise, it’s a wonderful gift.” The she-cat said softly. “They... hold a special memory for you. That’s what makes it wonderful. After all... this... from what I can tell... this is a festival of remembrance isn’t it?”
