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People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead.
Perhaps fittingly, it was a night of rain and thunder, lightning lighting the sky in cracks and spirals, that the earth of an unmarked grave shivered and crumbled under the rise of a tortured soul. The night was young, the moon only just reaching its crest high above, its crescent a sadistic smile accompanied by twinkling lights as a blanket of ancestors watched over the resurrection of one who was never meant to have been buried so young. Breaking through the surface, a black tom with white markings like scars littering his body and a pale face with scars over both eyes, bright blue seeming to glow in the darkness and black seeming to absorb the light, shook itself of the dirt.
But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest.
Inhaling a deep breath of the crisp, cool air of autumn, blue and black eyes closed before opening once more. The spirit started toward the heart of the land, where he knew all slept soundly in their sanctuary, and where one awaited his arrival. Claws dug into the soft earth, leaving tracks of the damned in his wake. From behind him, high in a tree, a black winged guide took to flight, soaring high above the treetops and circling the camp of SpringClan once before settling on the leader's stone.
Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Oct 25, 2021 18:16:28 GMT -5
Softpaw hadn't been able to sleep. Not with her siblings snoring the way they did. Or were those the other apprentices? No matter. The fluffy tabby let out a soft growl as she angrily made her way out of the apprentice's den. Who could sleep with all that noise anyway? Ridiculous. If she had it her way, and she would have it her way, she would be sleeping in the leader's den as she had been doing since she was a kit. But no, her father had said no. Well, she would see how dear old dad would feel about that when she got through with him.
But something caught her attention. A chill in the air that didn't fit with the usual temperature of Springclan. The crows seemed to be acting strangely as well. She had never seen them flocking in such a way. Softpaw just had to investigate. With a smirk playing on her lips, she quietly snuck out of the camp, her whiskers twitching and sending droplets of water everywhere. Softpaw had never been grateful for snoring before, but in this moment, she couldn't have been more pleased.
In the dark, all was still, save the wind blowing and whipping rain in the faces of those who should have been deep in slumber. But in the flash of a lightning strike, he was there, standing in the entrance of the camp, blue and black mismatched eyes focused solely on the form of Softpaw.
The night went dark once again, forcing eyes to adjust quickly to the change, before it flashed once more – the storm moving directly overhead, as made evident by the quieting of the hurricane-transforming winds, but the rain pounding harder against muddied ground – and the entity was standing before the apprentice, eyes boring into her own.
He hadn't spoken for some time. His throat was dry and refused to shift, but he forced it anyway, concerned by such a young feline out so late and on this night.
"It's dangerous being out alone at night," he commented, voice scratching, but the tones that managed to escape unscathed velvety smooth and deep. Despite the horrific appearance he carried, there was a small curve of the corner of his lips – a smirk, blue eye seeming to dance slightly in amusement. He saw her as no threat, nothing to fear. He didn't fear anything as is, not anymore, but she was just a child, and he remembered a time when he had cared for another young cat, close to her age, as one would a father to a daughter.
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Post by Nova on Nov 4, 2021 20:26:20 GMT -5
If she had been anyone else, Softpaw would have shrieked at the sight of the strange cat. But she was the daughter of Goldengriffon and Dancingdragon. She had a legacy to protect. What would the rest of her clan say if she were to scream like a frightened kit at the sight of this tom before her. Instead, Softpaw glared at him, quickly unsheathing her claws as she stood tall and proud.
“And it’s dangerous for a rogue like you to be trespassing on my territory.” The pale tabby countered. “You have two options. You can turn around and leave with all your limbs in tact, or I can claw your ears off and send you running with your tail between your legs. It’s your choice really. Hopefully, you choose wisely.”
A small smile quirked his lips. To some, it may have been frightening; he wasn’t a particularly comforting tom to be in the proximity of. Still, he found himself intrigued by her attitude, and admittedly grateful those of his home clan had not fallen soft during his time away.
“Not trespassing,” he assured with a slight, stilted purr, “Visiting a home I once had.” He tilted his head, neck creaking painfully. The tom winced, though it was minute; he was more focused on the realization that he was once more capable of even feeling discomfort. Blue and black eyes grew soft.
“I have come to request an audience with Goldengriffon.” He raised a brow at the young she-cat in front of him.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Nov 15, 2021 10:58:30 GMT -5
At the mention of her father, Softpaw raised a brow. She once more glanced over the stranger before she slowly started circling around her.
"Goldengriffon?" She echoed, pausing briefly at his side while looking up at him. "What would you need with Springclan's deputy? I can't imagine that he would know of you. He's far too loyal. Goldengriffon wouldn't dare break the rules by having an audience with a strange rogue."
Softpaw wouldn't mention yet that the tom he sought was her own father. The apprentice couldn't wrap her mind around the idea of her father actually knowing this tom. He had never mentioned anyone like him before, and her father told them everything.
"Besides." Softpaw mewed as she continued circling the tom. "How is it you know of Goldengriffon?"
The tom smiled and looked to the ground, allowing her inspection of his being, and spoke softly, "Your father and I were very close, at one time. We grew up together." Many times over, he thought to himself drily. "Once upon a time, I called SpringClan my home and family as well. I have only ever served SpringClan." He lifted his head and gazed at her with a fiery storm in his teal and black gaze. "Since you seem to serve the role as interrogator of all who dare trespass," he purred slightly, "continue your interrogation. I have all night. Though I assure you, it will raise fewer questions if you allow me an audience with Goldengriffon now versus when the sun has risen."
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Post by Nova on Dec 14, 2021 20:43:11 GMT -5
Softpaw smirked softly, her tail swaying lazily from side to side. Though she was done with her investigation, she wasn't quite ready to allow this stranger to just waltz into her camp without a few more questions.
"For all I know, you could be lying about all of that." The golden tabby said as she sauntered in front of him. "You say that you know Goldengriffon, my father, but yet he's never mentioned you once."
Softpaw turned her head slowly towards him, tilting it slightly as she raised a brow. "I wonder why that is... furthermore, you said you used to call Springclan your home. Which means you left. So... you're either a traitor, or a pour sap who somehow lost his way and has only come back now. I wonder which it is. Which then brings me to my next curious little question. What business could you possibly have with my father?"
Draven grimaced, the expression giving him a far more sinister appearance than his former soft smile and the amused glint in his eye did. "No, I wouldn't expect he'd share much about me." He rumbled, glancing at her as she continued her onslaught, her expression telling him she thought she had him right where she wanted him. Maybe she did. Yet it spoke more volumes of SpringClan's truly false innocence and purity in everything than anything else. He resisted a sneer.
"Left." He tilted his head back, chin raised, the posture giving him more of the air of a demonic king than a family friend trying to bond with the child of a best friend. He clicked his teeth together. "I suppose you could call my murder as 'having left'." He cocked his head to the side, popping his neck, the tension – and thus the dark, resentful energy around him – growing.
He looked directly into her eyes, her stabs at the still bleeding parts of his heart causing him to lose what patience he had with her. "Are you his assistant? Does he ask you to interrogate every cat that comes in, or just me? You say he hasn't said a single thing to you about me, yet your unease says otherwise. I tire of this charade. Either lead me to Goldengriffon or get out of my way."
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Post by Nova on Dec 14, 2021 21:26:56 GMT -5
"Easy there, tiger," Softpaw purred. How he was definitely an interesting one. "He may not have said anything to me for his own reasons. The deputy tends to keep things secret from his children."
The young apprentice trotted back over to him, looking up at him confidently as if his outburst didn't bother him in the least. But there wasn't something about him... something that warned Softpaw that he was dangerous and shouldn't be trifled with. It was like an intense game of hunter and prey... Softpaw just wasn't sure which part of the spectrum she landed on.
"And if you really must know..." She whispered. "Goldengriffon just happens to be my father. Though, you've already hinted at knowing that before. I'm only being a dutiful daughter and making sure that whoever you are, you don't mean him harm. So you can excuse the unease, cat who has yet to introduce himself."
Teeth clicked and ground together and he looked away from her, padding forward, following the scent of the tom he was searching for. He wouldn't ever forget that scent. Even if he wanted to. Even if he tried. He and Goldengriffon were bound to meet one another and find one another in every life, every world, and suffer for it every time. His claws dug into the wet earth, for it was, still, raining.
"My name should be of no interest to you. You have yet to earn the right." Daughter of the deputy or not, flesh and blood of Goldengriffon or not, she was nothing to him. Only a choice few in this world and the next could even so much as earn the privilege. Many tried. All failed. "Just as your relation to him is of no interest to me. You could have been of benefit to me," he looked at her, "but instead you chose the path of pain and deception. I'm no longer interested. Return to your den and may demons haunt your dreams sweetly, little girl."
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Post by Nova on Dec 14, 2021 21:58:43 GMT -5
Another small chuckle escaped her throat as she trotted on ahead, flicking his side with her tail as she passed him.
"So angry, so temperamental." She cooed. "You should loosen up a bit, mysterious tom, time is always too short for cats like you. Relax. I'll go and let my father know that you're here. But you shouldn't hang around for too long. He's gotta rest before he gives himself a heart attack."
The pale tabby didn't want around for the mysterious tom, and she only allowed the shiver to pass through her spine when she was sure he was in longer within eye sight. Just who was he, exactly... and why hadn't her father mentioned him before...? Lost in her thought, the young apprentice hadn't realized that she had nearly run into the very cat she was looking for.
"Softpaw." Goldengriffon said with a sigh of relief. "Have you any idea how worried I've been...?! You can't just go sneaking off like that, especially not in the middle of the night!"
"But, dad," Softpaw said as she glanced back behind her. "Well... there's someone out there looking for you. He said he used to live here but was murdered? Or something like that. Personally I think he's off his rocker but... dad?"
Softpaw broke off from what she had been saying as she looked back up at her father. Goldengriffon seemed... shocked as he stared out into Springclan's territory. The young she-cat tilted her head as she waited for her father to say anything, but instead, the tom simply nudged her back towards the apprentice den.
"Get back to the den before you sister starts to worry... I'll take care of it." The deputy said, leaving his daughter staring after him as he quickly left the camp
