Post by Virtuoso on Nov 2, 2014 20:32:56 GMT -5
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for c e n t u r i e s
The onset of winter found Rosestar pacing the camp of his clan agitatedly, his wild pink eyes aflame with some mysterious fire. The monarch had everything he could want: children, a mate, a clan at his paws, and yet he found himself dissatisfied. Was he impatient? Was he missing something? What was wrong? The rose-eyed king was not aware that he was simply bored; the lack of activity these days had him missing excitement. He wanted something to happen, something to change. Without another look back at his camp, the lord turned and bounded out of the area, his paws carrying him swiftly to the borders of the lake. The dying MoonClan forest around him glistened with frost, a feature heralding the arrival of leaf-bare. Starvation would soon strike the clans, his own included.
Unable to be bothered at the moment, he turned his head away from the trees and continued on to the lake. The paths from the camp outwards were familiar to him and he could navigate himself with ease, his journey quick and without interruption. The lake surface was still and reflective and a bright, cloudless blue sky shined up at him from the water. Rosestar looked back at his reflection for a few moments before he turned and started to pace again, the run here from the camp only bearing a temporary solution to his unsettled mind. Ah, what he truly needed at the moment was the company of his mate, but he was already here at the lake. Wildfire would come to him if she desired it, and maybe his children would follow as well. Until then, Rosestar busied himself with treading a pawprint-filled rut in the cold dirt by the lake shore.
Of course, maybe someone else would come along.
They say before you start a w a r
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby you are all that I adore
If love is what you need
A soldier I will be...
Crossheart would never truly see himself as someone befitting the title of "Deputy of WindClan." He felt himself too...too rogue to fully deserve the position. Though he had long since left, the memories of the alleys of the city and the cats he had surrounded himself with there haunted the aging warrior. He would likely carry the shame of his bad blood to the grave. It was that guilt, that guilt of having the blood of ruthless killers running through his veins that drove Crossheart to his life of loneliness. A mate he would never pursue nor accept because he did not want WindClan to be soiled with his family tree.
As far as Crossheart was concerned, all he could do was work. So work he did.
The Deputy stood by the entrance of the WindClan camp, surveying the protection of the camp against the looming winter cold. WindClan always suffered the most during winter, he felt, because the barren moors yielded no shelter and no prey to the hungry cats. In preparation for this winter, he was sending cats out to gather as much material for shoring up the dens as possible and catching prey. Very soon Crossheart himself would set out to do his part, but before that happens he was going to report to Windstar.
If I could be with you tonight
I would sing you to sleep
Never let them take the light behind your eyes
One day I'll lose this fight
As we fade in the dark
Just remember you will always burn as bright
"Annoying..." Freefall murmured as he watched Rosestar hurtle out of camp like a madcat on a mission. In retrospect, that was exactly what Rosestar was. Taking the name and reputation of his beloved clan and burying them to make room for his ego and his delusions. With a heavy sigh, Freefall also left the camp, heading in a different direction than his leader went. SkyClan was a favorite haunt of his because he could speak with his friend Scorchstar and visit his only son, Duskjump. Truly, these two cats were all Freefall had left in this world. He had lost hope in Duskstorm returning to him and his other son and his mate were long since left behind.
Sometimes, Freefall found himself wondering what had become of them. It filled him with a sense of despair to know he would never again see them like the other clan cats would in StarClan. Sometimes, the warrior wondered if StarClan really was real or not and quickly chided himself for thinking things like that. They couldn't be real; it was just too good to be true.
Following the familiar path into SkyClan territory, Freefall looked around at the landscape surrounding him. The territory, really, was what kept him in MoonClan. Were he not so attached to the area, he would have abandoned MoonClan to Rosestar's disastrous whims moons ago. He shook his head with a weary sigh, soon making his way to the SkyClan border. He hopped it without a second thought; he was such a normal visitor he figured it did not matter as much anymore.
'Cause you're a sky
You're a sky full of stars
I wanna die in your arms
'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark
I'm gonna give you my heart
Timekeeper never minded borders very much. Truly, he kept an eye on them only to placate the laws of the clan. Those laws never stopped him from calling upon different loners and rogues that walked the clan borders to converse with, sharing news and idle gossip. Though it had been several moons since he was a loner, he was still respected by the community.
Finishing up one of his many chats, he smiled and waved his tail at a group of three loners that he had once traveled with. He turned and headed back towards the ShadowClan camp, stopping to pursue a piece of prey whenever one happened to run across his path. Oh, but of course he would not go straight home. On a whim, he buried the mouse he had captured and changed directions to head for the lake. Always a favorite place of his, the snowshoe wanderer could usually find some entertaining company there.
"Ah..! Winter is upon us!" He laughed, making his way there. "I wonder if yet another exciting event will happen this year as last year?"
Make no apology
It's death or victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded
Drop like a bullet shell
Dress like a sleeper cell
I'd rather go to hell
Than be in Purgatory...
Salmonfur was just...lazy, really. He was not a motivated cat and really all he cared about was Littlestream, Amethystfeather, Urchinpaw, adventure, and causing trouble. Of course, Littlestream was his number one before-anything-else top priority. The sweet warrior was Salmonfur's crush and the excitable cat found himself poking his head into the warriors' den in search of him.
"Littlestreeeeam?" he called softly, taking a step inside and sniffing around. "Littlestreeeeam, c'moooon..." He saw no sign of the warrior and shook his head, pulling out of the den to look around the camp. Ugh, where could he be? Salmonfur wanted nothing more than to take the smaller warrior and go adventuring with him. Show him a fun time, talk with him, even sitting around watching the sky turn dark with twilight haze and dim stars with him would be fine.
Heaving a sigh, Salmonfur turned and headed for the medicine cats' den. Urchinpaw might have seen him, right?
"Urchinpaw! I need your help! Littlestream's gone missing!" he called, looking around for him.
Here we are, don't turn away now,
we are the warriors that built this town.
Here we are, don't turn away now,
we are the warriors that built this town
From dust
Valeriankit was able to bear witness to the hurried rush out of camp by his father and the slower, more depressed stroll out by Freefall. The large gray tomkit regarded this with an unamused stare towards the camp entrance. Rosestar he could forgive, but Freefall was clearly not serious about his commitment to MoonClan and its laws. Freefall's constant trips out of the camp did not go unnoticed even though the blue warrior tried to be subtle about them. Valeriankit would watch from the depths of the nursery next to Rosestar and Wildfire's den as the warrior left looking depressed and returned with a smile and a relaxed expression. The kit had the sneaking suspicion that Freefall was constantly leaving to visit that son of his in SkyClan. Unimpressed with the warrior, Valeriankit briefly wondered if this were worth bringing up to Wildfire and Rosestar about. He felt it in his duty to report any and all infractions of the clan law to them.
Rosestar was missing, but if Wildfire were still here...
Abandoning his siblings in their nursery, Valeriankit made his way over the frozen ground towards Wildfire's den, poking his head inside to look for his mother.
The sun's been nice the past few days
I sit around just to watch all the clouds
A lazy hazy noon sky time
The sighing air that's closing my eyes
A memory that just won't come
It's getting harder every day
'Cause years and minutes all fly by
And just like that
We're old and grown.
Duskjump smiled at some passing SkyClan cats as he made his way out of the camp, heading somewhere. His father would usually visit at the border so Duskjump shifted his direction for the MoonClan boundary, weaving through the towering trees as he made his way there. His previous smile fell from his face a bit the further away from camp he got. He was happy with his new life in SkyClan but many times he wondered about his father in MoonClan. After all, the warrior was a MoonClan cat by blood. StarClan was still foreign to him even though he tried his best to learn. Duskujump would normally hang around Scorchstar, watching the leader do his work and learning what he could about clan life. It was...strange and a bit of a culture shock trip for the mountain cat. In the mountains where he had lived a good portion of his life, he had not had laws or a code or anything like that to live by. His only concerns were food, water, and shelter. Well, he had food and water and shelter here in SkyClan, but with those came the affairs of clan politics, the borders, StarClan, and sometimes it became too overwhelming for the tabby warrior.
Heaving a quiet sigh, he continued towards the MoonClan border, already catching wind of his father's scent in the area. Following it, he looked around for Freefall and briefly wondered if he should have brought anyone with him...Likely not, since Freefall was certainly not a threat.
"Dad?" he called softly, picking up his pace into a trot.