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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2018 19:55:10 GMT -5
plot rp - CLOSED As the winter grows stronger and threatens to flood the alley Windclanners are sheltering in, Whitedream ventures into the city to clear his head and try to figure out his game plan to get his cats back to their home. After Gumtooths disappearance and appointing Stagflame his replacement, Windclan still finds themselves short one suitable medicine cat, but time is running out. They may have to return home without one. While Whitedream treks through the city to clear his mind, Mushroombelly explores the city with a sole purpose in mind. To find his adoptive brother, Frostkit. The tom has been following his scent through the bitter cold, never deterred by the falling snow. It's somewhere in the city that Mushroombelly comes across Whitedream and springs a plan to kill him and reclaim Windclan for himself. He is the rightful leader after all! The two toms share a short conversation before Mushroombelly is lunging at the future Windclan leader with the intent to kill. The golden tom, in his rage, manages to strip Whitedream of one of his lives. He cannot stop to rest while Whitedream is down, however, as the tom could spring back to life at any moment. Mushroombelly, although many don't give him proper credit, is smart on his feet. He wastes no time in breaking Whitedreams paws, only managing to crack three of them before the white tabby begins to stir. Roughly grabbing the tom by his scruff, Mushroombelly drags the weakened leader onto the thunderpath where the twolegs can finish the mess he started. His plan works flawlessly as Whitedream is quickly flattened under the tire, gore sent flying in several directions. Knowing that he would need proof to gain the trust of the Windclan cats, Mushroombelly cleverly picks up one of Whitedreams eyes to bring back to Windclans camp. Mushroombelly has infiltrated Windclans city hideout and claimed the role as next leader! When Stagflame, Whitedreams deputy, tries to step up to Mushroombelly, the tom deems him unworthy and shoves him from a ledge! Now broken and beaten, Stagflame steps down. How will you choose to deal with this new threat?ulla |
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Post by Mushroomstar on Mar 3, 2018 16:32:29 GMT -5
--Mushroombelly rolled his eyes at Frostkit question and hissed slightly "Sure, that's what they wanted you to think. But if that is so, why did he clearly keep you here longer than you all needed to be? It's because they are afraid my friends! I'm going to make this sweet and simple, but it's reality so it'll be bitter over all. Our home, itself, can not hold us any longer. I have witnessed Riverclan freeze up and die, looks like Thunderclan as well. Waiting here any longer for a home that will not be coming is just a death wish. Your deputy and leader knew this, yet kept bringing you false hope! Well. No longer shall you be given false hope! We shall be finding ourselves a new home! Where we can leave this filth behind us." He the snorted at his adopted brother and meowed sternly "A leader also doesn't kill kittens but you've heard the rumors of that haven't you. From dear ol Tawnystar. No leader is perfect, Whitedream, I guess he wasn't even a leader then yet huh? He was no different. Feeding you false hope for a thing that wasn't ever coming back." He then gave a harsh laugh staring at the kitten rather coldly "Love? Is that what you call it? You call it LOVE? To LEAVE ME? Call it LOVE to leave the one CAT you cared for you the MOST? Trying to RUN from the cat while he wasn't AT camp? ABANDON HIM while he was away so that when he got home he could PANIC? dashing around searching for YOU? THAT IS WHAT YOU CALL LOVE?" He bared his teeth at Frostkit from above before leaning backwards with a wheeze and gave a low laugh "Love...That's not love...Don't try to play tricks on me."
Mushroombelly slanted sideways a bit, as if he was drunk in a manner. It was just his mind constantly fighting him, it was obviously taking hold of his physical body now. Unstable, such a word was used for him a lot now a days. He wouldn't denied that. It was rather true. He used to be so calm and collected, perhaps even kind; now he was foolish and angry, lashing out at everyone and everything. He let out a dull laugh at Peachpaw "Outsider? I am no outsider. I was this clans leader, and I plan to become that leader again. Do yourself a favor and listen to that female who's telling you to shut up." He then turned to Honeybird and gave frown, obviously upset by her actions "Come on Honeybird! Don't try to make a disappearing act! Cruel and crazy you call me? Why! Maybe part of it's true but not all! In fact! I saw Gumtooth recently! Nearly dead from whatever tried to kill him, you know what I did little bird? I dressed his wounds. He's probably out there somewhere. You know me and him never got along, so how can you say I'm cruel if I did that for a cat who's never even liked me." He tried to pursue her but he refused to get off the trash pile. He then looked back at the clan and meowed "I'm not a good example of any respectable cat, I know this, I've known this for ages now. I've always been meet with hate, probably have had cats tried to plot to assassinate me. Yet I'm here, still alive. Scrapping at what is left hoping things go right." He then meowed at them with some confidence, though with most of the familiar faces gone he seemed to be faltering "I want to take windclan to their new home. And that's exactly what I plan to do." -- |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2018 18:27:19 GMT -5
It’s back! Transparent whiskers twitched in sync with a petite, pink nose. The nostrils flared with each inhalation, desperately trying to savor the musky scent that the feline had picked up. The was faint, but the familiar odor brought warmth to the feline’s heart. She had been on her own for a while, struggling to thrive in the now snow-ridden world. Every where she looked was white. Any color of white you could think of: egg shell, seashell, ghost, baby powder, and off-white. The molly used to enjoy the icy blankets that tucked the clan cats in at night. She used to sit out and watch the dazzling flurries as the poured from the night side. Now, the typically optimistic she-cat detested the stuff. By this point, her thick pelt was of no use. Snow would land, warm up only enough to melt and wet her pelt, then freeze again. Her once luscious curls were left matted and frozen. She itched the clean them but there was no point — she would just have to continuously repeat the process. The poor feline had almost given up hope until she came across a friendly smell. It was one she immediately recognized. However, the scent would come and go, and Fallowlamb always feared she lost the trail. But, now she found it, and she could feel it in her heart that she was close.
Long slender legs carried the molly down alleys and side-streets. Her frame was now much thinner and almost frail, for like most cats, she had been denied a decent meal since the snow came. Despite her outward beauty being robbed of her, the passionate molly was still able to keep her held high. Sure, she had developed a love-hate relationship with the powdery substance that constantly engulfed her, but overall her attitude remained positive. That is, until a retched sour smell took over the scent trail she was on. Paper thin ears momentarily flicked back and her pace slowed. A loud rumble of two-leg monsters infiltrated her senses as she approached what seemed to be a thunder path. Out of the corner of her eye, a grotesque scene caught her attention. A small gasp escaped her valentine lips as she briefly mounted the poor cat doomed to such a horrible fate. Her heart urged her to turn back, but she couldn’t deny the scent that mingled with death. Another cat had been here.
Sucking in a deep breath, Fallowlamb moved onwards. It wasn’t long before the scent of felines grew thicker. With a pounding heart, Fallowlamb made her way into what seemed to be a camp, and it smelled strongly of Windclan. Her dull gaze immediately landed on the bright pelt of what was one of her only friend in Riverclan. Mushroombelly! Excitement lit up in her eyes like a Christmas tree at the site of the problematic tom. She was about to bound forward until she noticed the crowd of cats surrounding him. Most of them didn’t seem as happy as her to be in his presence. Deciding what her best move would be, Fallowlamb moved forward with caution and lingered a few fox lengths away from the crowd. The same uncertainty that filled her when she was first separated from Riverclan courses over her once more. How would she know if these cats would welcome her? They seemed to be struggling on their own. But surely if they follow Starclan they couldn’t turn her away. And they sure smelled of Windclan. In fact, she even recognized a few faces from previous gathering. With confidence slowly washing over her, she spoke up, “if it any consolation, Mushroombe-star would be a very beneficial asset to rebuilding the clan.” Giving the tom a smile, she took a few steps forward. Oh how she longed to run up to him. A familiar face! But she knew it would be wrong. Besides the fact that the tom was very anti-intimate, it would give off the wrong idea to the cats around her. Plus, she didn’t wanna ruin the gradual trust she had been earning from the tom when they were back in Riverclan.
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Post by Fawnstep on Mar 19, 2018 16:11:19 GMT -5
"This little girl is capable of murder."  Twoleg cars rumbled away along the streets closest to the alley where the clan of cats now stood in turmoil. Fawnstep curled her lip at Peachpaw in a silent act of mixed irritation and fear. Fear for this foolish small cat who thought she knew everything of what was right and wrong. Peachpaw, her darling younger sister who never got to know her mother and now had a sort of justice complex. The light brown and white she cat closed her eyes and turned slowly to the enormous cat who had jumped into the alley and claimed leadership after- inexplicably- their former leader ended up dead. She wondered then, with twinkling blue eyes, if there was any piece of that body left. This clan was feeding itself off of the bones of small, scrawny rats. If she could get her paws on even a leg- now what was that? A molly who she didn't recognize had brought her way from the street farthest the alley and come right from where this Mushroom cat had appeared. This new cat seemed... excited? Was she excited to see this obvious murderer? How strange. Now, Fawnstep had no problems with what the tom did in his free time, but the newcomer seemed absolutely ecstatic to see him! "Well, hello" She smiled, baby blue eyes flashing with a silent warning before this new molly began to speak. /Now she's speaking my language./ She purred quietly, grinning. "I also agree! I don't know him and -no offense- I don't think I've seen anything particularly nice about him so far... But it stands to reason that he at least has some initiative! If he wants to help this clan get out of this fucking alley, then I'm all for it, and I should think every one of you would agree with him." She nodded decisively, as if this was the end of the discussion. What more had to be said, anyway?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 23:09:17 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
It was hard not to believe Mushroombellys words when he spoke so confidently in his ability to bring Windclan back to a safe place. It was true that they had stayed in the city for far too long, most likely for longer than Whitedream had originally intended, Frostkit thought. Under his rule, there was always something holding the cats back from being able to leave and retake Windclan, no matter how much he promised that it would be theirs once more. As much as Frostkit didn't want to see any cat left behind, no new cats had joined their ranks in weeks! For all they knew Whitedream had them waiting for ghosts to arrive, just as Mushroombelly said.
Frostkit couldn't help but flinch when he heard the sound of Mushroombellys laugh. His gaze immediately locked onto his own front paws in shame as the way the older toms voice traveled to his ears told him the sound was directed entirely at Frostkit without even having to lift his gaze to confirm it. The next string of words that fell from his mouth only made Frostkit want to retreat further into himself. The anger that rolled off his brother in waves terrified him, no matter how much Frostkit tried to convince himself that Mushroombelly wasn't Blizzardstrike. He wouldn't hurt him, he had never even tried. His instinct to try to plead for his father's forgiveness was usually too strong for him to fight off in these moments, however.
"I-I'm sorry!" Frostkit yelled out to Mushroombelly, definitely sounding more frantic and scared than he had intended to. "I-It w-wasn't an easy choice to make! P-Perhaps... I-I executed it poorly, I'm just a kid," his voice was beginning to soften now that he had realized he had shouted, something that would definitely get him punished if he were speaking to Blizzardstrike. "I-I just... please... don't be angry with me. We're together now, a-aren't we? We have another chance, I-I just want you to forgive me!" After a moment of silence and a gaze heavy with unspilt tears, Frostkit was glancing up at Mushroombelly from where he laid pressed into the snow-dusted concrete. "I never meant to trick you." 365 Words
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 2:03:36 GMT -5
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Peachpaw was sitting grumpily next to her sister, a very obvious pout resting on her face to show how displeased she was to have had Fawnstep yell at her. How could she be okay with this tom shoving himself into their new home? He had already injured one of the Windclanners! Peachpaw dispised every cat like him, what with their open hostility and little regard for anyone but themselves. Her sister, sweet Fawnstep, should hate them as much as she did! They grew up in the city surrounded by those kinds of cats, and they never brought anything but misery in their wake.
Peachpaws head snapped around at the sound of a new voice. This felines tone was soft and sweet and even given the circumstances, optimistic. This would be music to the apprentice's ears if it weren't for the words coming out of her mouth. She was defending this tom, and Peachpaw had never seen her before! Had she come here with him? Were they trying to weasel their way into her home to rot it from the inside out?
Peachpaw knew what Fawnstep would say if she were to do this, but she couldn't bite her tongue. The molly's nostrils flared in anger as she aggressively got to her paws, trying to gently weave her way through the crowd to the best of her ability despite the rage that surged through her veins. The she-cat came to a stop when she was, once again, at the front of the crowd nearest to Mushroombelly and now Fallowlamb. She turned, her gaze sweeping over the Windclanners she had only begun to know.
"Are you all going to allow this?" Peachpaw practically barked at them. "This tom came crashing into your home and outright demanded that you accept him as your new leader! Something that, with my limited knowledge, is a great privilege for your kind!" If anything, Peachpaw spoke with passion. Sure, she was angry, and sure, she was a new Windclan cat. It didn't matter to her how little time she had spent within the clan, for Peachpaw was very trusting and had an abundance of love to give to anyone willing to accept it. She cared for these cats and she wasn't going to let Mushroombelly come in here and bully some of their own without a fight. "He's already hurt your deputy. He's trying to manipulate you, fill you with false hope, and then he's going to use you to get what he wants. Power." Peachpaw curled her lip in disgust as she finished her sentence, her tail lashing violently at her side as she looked briefly to Mushroombelly, then back out at the crowd of Windclan cats.
"We don't need a tom like him to lead us to a new home. Look at your clanmates! Surely you know of someone who you think would make a greater leader! I'm willing to make a stand, to say no to Mushroombelly. Who's with me?" 496 words
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Post by Ferntrail on Mar 24, 2018 19:24:24 GMT -5
Bluepaw had left Shadowclan at the start of the meeting. She had no interest in being lead by Fallenfox. None. It wasn't that she hated him, it was just that she wanted something different. So she left for the city. She had already made the trek once, so she found it easily enough. Even with this weather. Every step of the way she couldn't help but think of the life she'd left behind. She wasn't coming to Windclan for glory, she was going to Windclan for a new home. A new start. And if she just happened to be offered glory, She'd take it. Without question.
Once arriving to the city it didn't take long to find where some Windclan members had been hiding out. Word spreads fast in the city, and if you knew the right cats to ask, you had lots of information at your finger-tips. So she went there. And what she saw was not what she expected. Some cats shouting, some cats contemplating. Mushroombelly at the throne. She didn't question, didn't challenge.
In fact she didn't say anything. She just slipped right into the crowd, drawing no attention to herself, acting like she was meant to be there. The weather took a toll on everyone, and she couldn't be bothered to make a big deal, didn't have it in her.
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Post by Mushroomstar on Apr 3, 2018 14:17:27 GMT -5
--Mushroombelly licked his lips slowly as he stared down at them. Soon enough his ears flicked as he heard someone approaching the scene. The voice was rather familiar and he stared over at the voice. Fallowlamb? He blinked a bit stunned she was there. He hadn't seen her for moons after he first got to riverclan. The female had disappeared from the ranks of riverclan but now she was here. He slowly gained his posture trying to now keep his cool. He didn't want the female to switch to their side, he needed to keep her on his side if he wanted this. He soon cleared his throat "Why...Fallowlamb, how nice of you to come join us...I'm glad someone here is supportive.." His ear flicked as one of the more unlikely cats to agree with him spoke up actually agreeing. The tom gave a crooked smug look to the other cats who hadn't agreed with him yet. "One must not judge a cat by his first appearance, but instead on what he does to serve his clan...Before windclan disbanded from the plague I lead an attack on the eagles that were raiding our camp. I lead the attack and with help from my team we eliminated the birds. That is how I serve my clan." His cold eyes crossed over Frostkit but he said nothing else. If he kept acting out he would not get leadership, he knew this. So he just gave the kit the silent treatment and a cold shoulder. He snorted at Peachpaw who was making herself more of a pain in his ass by the minute. He meowed "It is my home too. Whether you want to accept that or not I do not care. I built windclan with my own two paws. I was your rightful leader. As I still have my nine lives I rightfully am still the leader. Whitedream did not have his nine lives, and he wouldn't have gotten them. There can only be one leader. Obviously starclan has allowed me to keep the lives because I would be back here. If not...Why have they not removed them?" His tail slowly shifted back and forth as the female tried to rally cats on her side. He didn't even looked troubled by this. His eyes grew in interest when he noticed a blue molly slip in from the back. It seemed Hollowdusk failed another apprentice. Now she was here at his paws. In his Domain. -- [/font][/div][/div] [/div] |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2018 23:26:51 GMT -5
Beethorn was becoming sick of this constant bitter hell the Windclan was sadly homing in. Bee was on the hunt for his next meal, to make sure he remains able to protect his clan members. Hunting came with ease for Bee was transparent within the snow, well, it was easy when he could actually find something. Most critters avoided the city, and the ones around were tucked away in their makeshift homes, places where the tom couldn't reach. The critters were catching on, after so many seasons they finally realized cats couldn't fit down the rabbit holes, and they couldn't step onto the skinny branches where squirrels would retreat.
After what felt like an eternity in the frigid snow, he watched a dark squirrel dart up the tree he were stalking. Beethorn moved his head slowly to look up into the tree, to his delight there was a nest, suspected to be filled with pups. Moving swiftly up the tree he stopped below the nest, short bursts of movement would occur, but the scene was pretty calm. Bee saw this as his chance. He crept up slow, and with one agile movement his paw shot into the nest, withdrawing a pup. It wailed with panic, of course for its mother. Bee ended it quickly, putting the pup in his mouth and biting down. The tom retreated from the tree, stopping once he was a good distance away to enjoy his small meal.
Once done, he decided to head back to his clan members. He looked for a scent, finally picking up on a few. Bee trotted through the streets in the direction of his clan members, wondering why a meeting was occurring. He walked up to see a small crowd surrounding a cat on top of a garbage heap. He were shouting some crap of how he would lead the clan. The clan had a leader, oh what had Bee missed during his hunt. Beethorn stayed quiet in the back, his tail flicking with anger. He wanted to speak out against this buffoon but he had not been around long enough to know what was happening.
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Post by Fawnstep on Apr 8, 2018 16:45:17 GMT -5
"This little girl is capable of murder." The quiet that follow Mushroombelly's last statement was.. uncomfortable to say the least. Cats all around her shuffled their paws and murmured to each other. She could feel the indignation coming off of her sister, Peachpaw, in waves; this annoyed her to no end. With slitted baby blue eyes and curled ears pointed straight towards this new tom, she stood. Fawnstep padded forward and took a preliminary look towards Peachpaw, warning her to stay silent as best as she could. If nothing else, she wanted the best for her clan, and Fawnstep couldn't find any fault with that. But being an idiot was no way to go about it.
The brown and white molly took her place beside Mushroombelly and let her gaze scan across the crowd of restless, dumbfounded cats that was her clan. Hoping she wasn't making a mistake, her mew rang loud and clear. "This tom has our best interests at heart! I know I have not been with you all long, but I've spent my entire life before this surrounded by liars and traitors. I don't know Mushroombelly. Frankly I've never heard of him before now, but if one thing is certain, it is that he tells the truth." Her blue eyes became slits once again.
"He is better suited to lead this clan away from the dangers of this Freeze than any of you are! Cry and moan all you want about him being a newcomer, but know every one of you was a newcomer to this clan once!" Taking a small glance towards the monstrous cat that stood beside her, Fawnstep held her breath before letting out, "He's been a leader before. And what we need more than anything right now is a leader. Some cat to get us out of this freezing shithole. As I said before. He's the /only/ cat here who can do that." 313 words || @tagged || shes a big meanie
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Post by Ferntrail on Apr 10, 2018 3:06:28 GMT -5
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Bluepaw honestly didn't care. Not one part of her gave a fuck to this yowling clan, a bunch of cats trying to have their opinion heard. Maybe she pitied them, for caring so much. They were being handed a leader that was experienced, definitely not a good leader (She knew this from Hollowdusk) but a leader. Maybe they should shut up and just follow. That's what clan-members were for, right? Following orders.
Once upon a time she may have stomped her paw, added to the mess, but she just wanted things to settle down. Things to settle down so she could observe her new clan ~ She wasn't going to ask Mushroombelly? - Or was it star? - for permission, he would be stupid to deny her. As his gaze flitted to hers, her cold heterochromatic eyes stared straight back, as she dipped her head ever so slightly.
Acknowledging a new legacy, a new leadership. As a molly stepped forward, spewing shit from her mouth that she couldn't be bothered to listen to, she got to her paws and padded after her. Silent as death, expressionless, she sat down, a fair way away from Mushroombelly, but on his side. Her support, that was what he'd get from her. Windclan may not know her, but she was here. Another symbol of the power he had, the power he could share.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2018 15:07:12 GMT -5
MALE | Bicurious | 22 moons look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now The sky was an ashy gray color. One big cloud loomed over the city. The time of day, or night, was almost indiscernible. The snow was coming down hard now. Big, white snowflakes were flurrying about the city. It was quiet. Snow was piling up on the pavement, and ice covered the asphalt roads. There wasn't a twoleg or monster in sight.
A young tom padded through the city, his piercing blue eyes scanning the empty streets. His thick fur was being blown about by the wind that whispered quietly in his curled ears. The cold snow he shuffled through caused his pads to sting, but nonetheless, he pushed forward, snarling against the vicious winds that whipped at his face, burned his nose and caused tears to well up in his eyes.
Martentongue, a new warrior of Windclan, previous warrior of Shadowclan, padded through the streets on a mission. To provide food for his scrappy clan. Occasionally, he would stop at an alley to catch his breath, maybe even scavenge through the trash to find scraps of food, but to no avail.
Defeated, Martentongue padded back home, ready to flop down in a cozy corner and rest his weary bones. To no surprise, the clan cats had gathered in the alley and were bickering. Curious, the tom flicked a curled ear and leaped onto a silver can rather noisily and without care, and looked down at the cats. He laid down and narrowed his eyes while focusing on an object that sits in front of an orange tom. An eye.
With disgust, he gagged and turned his attention elsewhere. The crowd was yelling at the orange tom, who looked familiar but no name came to him, saying he was a murderer and that he shouldn't lead. So maybe that explains the eye? Did he kill someone? Hmm. Shaking his head, he was about to speak his mind and offer advice but another cat spoke up. His piercing blue eyes laid on the she-cat, an apprentice, by the looks of it. He nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, I agree with her. I don't know what ya'll are really bitching about, but I say let's give this hag a shot at being leader. I don't know who he is and I don't know what ya'll have against him, but you know what I know? This clan needs someone who is willing to lead. This storm out here is not going to stop anytime soon, and if anything, it might come down even harder, and we'd still be here bickering. Do we not want to leave this wretched place?"
By now, the warrior had an agitated growl in his words, he was on his paws, and his thick tail was lashing behind him. He was sick of this place. He was sick of being hungry. And most of all, he was absolutely sick of the constant fighting with no final decisions. At least someone was brave enough to take a stand! By this point, Martentongue was ready to high-tail it out of here and leave behind the idiots.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2018 16:12:50 GMT -5
 In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt down I'm after you
Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf Loamjaw. WindClan. Warrior.
So; this feline, Mushroombelly was claiming the position of leader? The tom gazed at the large feline and bowed his head in respect. He did not care who led them any longer. So long as WindClan finally had someone with enough balls to face this clan and claim the position through this leafier, he did not give a shit what the cat's past might be. He had heard of this Mushroombelly but Loamjaw was left unfazed by his character or attitude. It did not matter anyways; they might not survive the season.
The pads of his paws stung and the ground bit them until they had begun bleeding over the past few days but he refused to acknowledge this, He would not let the freeze consume him. He was stronger than that.
And as he listened to what all the cats around him had to say, he only heard whining. Stepping forward, each step leaving droplets of crimson in the white blanket of snow, Loamjaw walked towards the newly proclaimed Mushroomstar and came to stand beside a molly that he recognized as Fawnstep.
"You idiots should listen with your ears for once. Or has the frostbite already gotten to them!?" His voice was smooth and slithery and his green eyes held a shine of a snake's scales as the eyed the cats that continued arguing. "If this cat wants to lead, I say we let him. All of you should quit bitching and allow Mushroomstar to lead us. Maybe we will actually survive." |
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Post by Mushroomstar on May 30, 2018 12:35:26 GMT -5
--Mushroombelly seemed satisfied now. Although he had lied abotu still having his nine lives, it had convinced everyone now to calm down and let him take charge. His tail slowly moved back and forth. His voice became calmer now that everyone else had and he spoke "Now. Our old home is dead, it will stay dead. Riverclan and thunderclan have died off, at least they are not inhabited anymore. Only shadowclan remains. Although I would be all for just up and leaving them here, I want to ask you, my fellow clan mates. what we should do. Should we leave shadowclan in search for a new home, or go to them and ask if they shall join us on the journey? Because if there is one thing certain, we can't stay here. We have to move." His eyes shifted down at the crowd. He wasn't going to mention how he did want to ask shadowclan to come, as they were for selfish reasons. It was only because his family were loyal there.
After a moment of silence he spoke again "The journey could be longer than imagined, as we do not know where we are going anymore. It would be a brand new world. May seem scary to some of you but I assure you, that together we can push through." He gently nudged the idea that getting more cats would increase their survival. But he tried not to be too obvious with what he wanted to do. Something he learned from being windclan's leader long ago--You need to have a clans approval or nothing will go right. He avoided eye contact with Frostkit still rather upset with the feline, even if he was glad the kit was safe. -- [/font][/div][/div] [/div] |
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Post by Ferntrail on Jun 1, 2018 3:25:12 GMT -5
i'll sleep when i'm dead, a revolution is waking up in my head Bluepaw looked at the cats with a tired expression. God they were so much worse then Shadowclan. In fact they kind of reminded her of herself. All bursting at the bit to get an opinion. She’d found out the hard way that no one gave two fucks about what they, she, had to say. Listening to the orange tom speak she couldn’t ignore the pang in her heart. Could she just abandon her former clan? No, the true answer was that she couldn’t.
Bluepaw looked at Mushroombelly with a calculating gaze “I think it would be unwise of us to leave another clan. Even if it’s Shadowclan.” She then looked down at her blue paws. ”Some of us have friends and family in Shadowclan, as well” On the word family she directed her gaze to Mushroombelly right now, cocking an eyebrow.
Would he really leave his kin? Bluepaw knew she wouldn’t be able to if she had kin in Shadowclan. Even now, the thought of leaving Owlpaw made her feel like scum. She hadn’t talked to the tom in what seemed like ages, but she had loved him like a sister loved her brother. And Nightpaw Her shoulders seem to sink in as the dark trails of doubt latched onto her mind.
It was all she could do not to freak out, to keep her breathing even. The recent events had left Bluepaw shaken and weak. She was vulnerable to everything, and she couldn’t fight it. Yet she had to stay strong, for now. In a quiet voice, she murmured ”Hollowdusk would have gone to Shadowclan” She knew Hollowdusk hated the thought of Mushroombelly beating him, and she knew Mushroombelly always tried to do better than Hollowdusk. Maybe if he heard it’d make him want to go, even more, or the opposite. It was worth a try.
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