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Bloomingpaw's legs were trembling with exhaustion by the time the ginger-and-white she-cat had finally made it to FallClan's territory. She didn't know how long she'd been running, but no matter how fast she went she just couldn't get enough distance between her and where she'd came from. The desperation to get away was what had fueled her, but now as she dragged her paws through the dirt, and dead leaves, staining the whites of her paws in the process she felt all her energy being sapped from her with every step. This was a kind of exhaustion she had never felt before. Unable to take another step, too tired to carry her own weight the young she-cat collapsed into the dried leaves, shutting her eyes for just a moment.
Post by complacentdevil on Jun 9, 2021 18:46:50 GMT -5
He was on a walk, not unlike most days. He came across cats, against his intentions, normally he was just searching for plants. Less chatter that way, but things never seemed to happen the way he liked. Today the cat in question was found in a slump, half buried and half dead in a pile of leaves. She stunk, and had a familiar air about her, reminded him of his own arrival. He decided rather quickly, and with his usual lack of professionalism, that she would be fine. He nosed her gently on the shoulder, bringing himself close enough to make sure she was breathing okay, and then backed off a tail length away, sitting himself down on a softer, albeit similar pile of dead leaves. Waiting seemed the reasonable route to take, and so he would, hoping her nap wouldn't drag them into nightfall.
When Bloomingpaw opened her eyes again, the forest around her was bathed golden with the first sign of sunset. In front of her sat a cat, one she couldn't make out. All she could see was their silhouette surrounded by the sun's golden rays. If she didn't know any better she would of thought the Sun God was real, and sitting in front of her but, she did know better and she knew the Sun God was just a myth SunClan told their kits to scare them into obedience, or that's what Lionblood had assured her anyway.
The ginger and white she cat, rolled over so that she was laying on her stomach up right, and lifted a paw to block some of the sun from her eyes so that she could see the cat in front of her more easily.
"W-where am I?" she asked looking around still very much dazed and disoriented.
Post by complacentdevil on Jun 17, 2021 23:21:49 GMT -5
"Fallclan," he answered rather shortly, keeping his stoic position on his leaf pile. "Far from home it'd seem," he continued, "But you're alive." He raised a brow as he watched her move, slowly, but it seemed even more apparent that she was going to make it. His worry diminished, yet the confusion about who she was and where she came from remained, leaving him with a cross face as he chewed the inside of his cheek. Hopefully Hystericstar would allow more visitors, not that the cats of his clan were malicious by any means, but he also didnt want to be known as the outsider that just brought in more and more outsiders. He let out a small sigh, wondering where this was all going to go.
"Fallclan" she echoed with relief as she lowered her paw that was blocking the sun. So she had made it, despite having no idea where she was going other than the fact that she was headed towards the mountains. Though looking around she could see the obvious constant orange and yellow leaves that adorned the trees and littered the ground around them and inwardly scolded herself for not being able to guess where she was.
"Thank StarClan, I've been trying to get here for days, I just... didn't know which way was which... Which sounds pretty pathetic for a SwiftClan cat to say aloud now that I've said it.."
Post by complacentdevil on Jul 13, 2021 22:04:21 GMT -5
"Swiftclan?" he asked in turn, wondering just what she was talking about. Then he thought about it, he had heard of such a place. Some off cats he had met from there, during the half-moon gathering for medicine cats. The two that came from there were.... something else. But they weren't inherently bad. Not nearly as wild as the cats that had shown up from Nightclan. Either way, this cat didn't seem inherently bad either, though far from home for sure. Nostalgia washed over him like a warm wave as he saw a bit of himself in her. Or at least he had an understanding of her trek coming from a far ways himself.
Surprise lit up her features, a reaction she hadn't realized she was expecting until now. She had dragged herself all the way out here sure, but she hadn't exactly planned on her next move once she got there. All she knew was that she had to get here because regardless of why, StarClan had sent her here. Maybe there was no longer a place for her in SwiftClan... She hated to think that but, it was the only place her mind went when she thought about how suddenly everything happened.
"You mean I can stay?" She asked, confused. She knew the cat in front of her wasn't FallClan's leader but, something about the way he carried himself made him seem older, and wiser than he looked. It made her want to trust him even though she should of known better than to blindly trust strangers by now.
Post by complacentdevil on Jul 26, 2021 0:34:01 GMT -5
Weaselpaw shrugged, rather nonchalant about the whole ordeal, not like this needed much effort anyways, no one was hurt or dying, to be fair this was one of the most level outings he had been on in a while. "I don't see why not," he sighed, "We've got plenty of newcomers showing up in camp by the day, another wont be much trouble, you know how to hunt some already right?" he asked, not allowing her to answer, "As long as you're not just another mouth to feed and pull your weight I'm sure it'd be fine." He rubbed his chin with the back of his snowy paw in thought, "Do you want me to take you to camp?"
