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Glowstar listened to him, her softened emerald gaze was the only bright glow among all the fire that truly felt safe and nurturing.
"If SunClan can't win this fight, then at least I will make it so no one can..."
"Stop and think about what winning means to you, Bloodystar. How much will you sacrifice before you realize you lost more than you won?" Glowstar said, but despite the fierceness in her voice, she could tell she fell into the backdrop. He wasn't looking at her, he moved away, she would have to if it weren't for his amulet confining her to the camp. She had to look around as he addressed "the crowd."Who was even talking to, did he think there was an actual crowd? There were like, one two, eight people at most?
She visibly winced at the declaration of her execution, stepping back despite knowing there was nowhere to go because of the amulet and even less places to move to from the fire. He had told her before he would fake her death, but hearing the excited emphasis on former DayClan leader he could tell he was waiting a long time to remove her from DayClan and have her exclusively in SunClan. "Bloody," She began, but never got the rest of the words out before the wave of fire clashed into her. Glowstar screamed as scorching pain roared through her forcing her shouts of agony from her jaw. This wasn't real, this wasn't real. The pain shooting through her made her body tremble to the ground. The pain was an illusion, but it didn't matter, it felt just as real. She panted once before screaming again, the throbbing burn moving from her heart to her lungs. There were few pains more glorious than hot suffering moving through every cell in the body. She was practically blushing at her misery, she hadn't gotten luxury torment like this in a while, but despite the delight she was trying to resist, knowing he was making it hurt so the death would be convincing.
Autumngossamer turned back around just in time for her third eye to see a vision of Glowstar devoured in the flames. Right as Bloodystar's flame rammed into Glowstar she sent a massive white fireball at Glowstar, one made more of light than flame, a move to counteract the damage.
Glowstar soon became consumed by the light Autumngossamer tossed at her, instantly collapsing, her mind falling into the darkness of sleep.
Flamingstar was relieved that he was not giving up so easily. In reality, she didn't want to be left behind. With his help, she managed to hoist herself up onto his back. "Thank you..." she breathed, whispering in his ear. She hadn't quite registered that he had told her that he loved her just yet. She was finding herself drifting in and out of conciousness.
Driftingpath appeared atop the hill and looked down on Bleakwind carrying Flamingstar. Instantly, he made his way down the hill carefully and came up beside Bleakwind. "Here, let me help you." He shared the weight of Flamingstar as the two toms carried her back to the waiting clans.
Windchaser
Windchaser felt torn. It was far too dangerous for Burningsummer to leap down there and fight off Bloodystar but then again, Windchaser wanted to do the exact same thing. "I-I just can't see an opening Burningsummer" Windchaser spoke, the words catching in her throat. "If either of us jump down there, we will both be up in flames. There will be no point in both of us risking our lives. Especially if Glowstar makes it out of there alive. What good are we to her if we are both dead? Dayclan needs us. They can't lose the leader and two of their strongest warriors. If I know Glowstar, I have to trust that she will make it through...She was the most talented assassin I've ever met. Bloodystar is acting out of grief, and if Glowstar taught me anything, those who act out of grief are blinded. She would not be so easily beaten by Bloodystar." Windchaser really hoped her words were true. In reality, she wasn't even sure she believed them herself. However, the flames were closing in and if Burningsummer and Windchaser didn't leave now, they would be scorched.
Bloodystar watched his step mother "go up in flames" with crooked smile. He could hear cries of anguish all around and painted them as his enemies response to a battle lost, totally disregarding the fact that they were probably howling due to the battle in general, not anything he had just done. No, all of his attention was on himself and on his work of art that was Glowstar's execution. The High Priest was transfixed as he watched her "burn." The way fire consumed all it touched was as beautiful as it was terrifying, real or artificial, it was still a sight to behold. A frighting work of art. Or, it was. Bloodystar blinked and it shattered, consumed by Autumngossamer's golden flames.
He had expected that, he'd called out to her, after all. His response was to pour even more of his heart into his own flames, a swirling tempest of golden light and frigid blue twisted around Glowstar who was in the eye of the storm. There was no seeing within it although where each of the flames met the illusion shattered, revealing peaks of singed ginger fur before they were covered once more with flames. Bloodystar could feel an overwhelming sense of exhaustion after that last show of fire; he needed to get out of here before he passed out. Casting one last illusion, he made himself disappear as a wall of flames, implementing the same trick to grab Glowstar and string her up over his shoulders, then made a quick escape.
But for once Bloodystar was smart; in the place where Glowstar was last seen now rested a similarly colored corpse, already heavily singed. It didn't matter if it looked much like her. Soon the flames would consume it, leaving nothing but ash and maybe a few bones.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 11, 2020 17:41:13 GMT -5
"You know. I can get by with only a few of these lives. Let me give you one."
It was early, an offer made when the pair had been dating for a few months. Even though Funk said that, the back of his paw rubbed against the thin hairs on his throat. He had only lost one. It must have been a miracle. Funk was the kind to waste them in the name of science, but something... Changed. It was a further sickness in his eyes, a darkness that swallowed him whole. He still said it so casually, leaning against Glowstar at some secret place shown to him by another she-cat. The sun slowly sank into the horizon, to be consumed itself. The thought made his whiskers twitch when he turned to look at her.
Funk still remembered the initial shock on Glowstar's face, how her eyes widened and the speckles of darker green in them popped in the light. How the warm light highlighted each hair on her, and he felt himself becoming enchanted again. Her surprise only lasted a moment, and she let out a breath. All tension left her as she smiled and touched her nose to his. "You're sweet. But no. You keep them." Her voice was like honey, a genuine sweetness he couldn't find anywhere else. Glow pulled away, and for a moment, Funk followed her. Leaning in just a little until he realized what he was doing and backed away.
"Glow..." His brow furrowed, opening his mouth to continue when Glowstar put her paw to his mouth. It was tender, he would have barely felt it if he didn't see her do it. And her eyes crinkled in that way, the way she was known too. Like he was her whole world. Intimate. It made his vision black out for a moment. Funk resigned himself and closed his mouth.
"I'll be fine..." She said it so truthfully, almost forcefully and dropped her paw. Funk wasn't convinced, he couldn't be. There were too many things going on. The breeze billowed, ruffling his neat pelt. Like that. There were winds of change coming. And she was one to throw herself in the middle of it. The thought made the pit in his stomach grow.
"And when you're not?" Funk whispered. It was barely a breath, spoken so tenderly the words broke apart as soon as they came out of his mouth. Like his body was glass and about to be shattered by her words. He remembered the last time he felt this vulnerable, this weak. Funk shivered.
"Then I'll have lived a good life." Glowstar was the opposite. She spoke with confidence, pride. She wasn't gonna sugarcoat it for him, as much as he wanted her to. It was quiet afterward, the silence stretching between them like a chasm. Funk didn't want that answer. He wanted her to take it, to just lean in and let the gods do whatever they do to transfer lives. He'd give them that belief for just a moment, just to give her that life. Or all, it hardly mattered. Funk didn't want her to go. He'd been here so little, beside her for what felt like a whisper of their lives. In that silence, there was only him and her. The darkness that encroached, the unknown. It growled in his mind. And it spoke the same thing. Again. Again.
When a thousand emotions came over him, he didn't flinch. No, he couldn't flinch. His nerves didn't let him. muscles not even moving as his heart beat louder and louder. He wanted to fight, he should be fighting. Should be pleading and begging or anything. Just to show he cared. All too much. But he didn't. Throat caught spasming around the words that choked him. An internal battle that was calmed briefly by the only word he could say.
"Okay." It was that day when Funk let her go.
He spent night after night awake, trying to do anything to quell his anxiety. As things happened over and over, it only got worse. His vices increased. The subjects had been through several wringers, only their corpses remained in his lab. Each garden the League had was carefully pruned. Overly so. Each one had something dying in it. A single drying plant in the midst of such beauty. Every cream and work into his paws was drained into the chemicals he found, soaked in. His eyes wandered, he didn't move.
How he ended up back in the Sunclan camp was a mystery. How he weaved through the fighting like it was nothing. Just like that night. When the floods roared and he walked away from Glowstar again. He wouldn't this time. Determination in each step led him up the rock, each pawstep rigid. Practiced. Forced. Funk couldn't run away. Not again.
But then the flames collided right as he reached the top. He only got to see Glowstar for just a moment, the last one. A moment of calm before her cries pierced the night. Bright wisps of flame lit her up, and for the briefest of times, the blink of an eye, he was enchanted again. Every worry, every sleepless night, every panic and fear and joy and love lit his nerves. There was no holding it back.
"GLOW!!" Funk pulled himself up that final rock with ease and charged at the fire. It was ludicrous, it made no sense. If he still had his, he would doubt this. Doubt Bloody would even do it. But Funk had lost it. Like a geyser held down for too long, his emotions burst forth. His vision went black again, only him and the fire in the pseudo world. The fire split apart, and there Funk saw a figure. The image of a hanging corpse, swaying gently like a pendulum. The ticking of time itself. It made him pause, tears pricking his eyes. And the darkness grinned and spoke to him.
You let this happen again.
It was only the burning of the fire before him that made him break out of it. It was bright again, a hot fiery red that clouded his entire vision. Funk was standing right in front of it, vaguely able to see the lump of a corpse in the middle of it. How long had he been standing here? Real or fake, he felt like his whiskers had been singed off. Like he was bleeding from the throat all over again. Like he was the one in that fire, and they were on the other side. Wild, desperate, he turned. The figure of Bloodystar stared at him for just a moment, and that was enough for Funk's muscles to seize with rage. Maybe his son had or hadn't seen him. It didn't matter.
The Nemesis spun on his heels before pouncing, with swiftness more befitting of a hunter than the lazy nemesis. Lethality in his grasp, in the soaked claws he kept. Just one scratch, one anything. Just to feel like he did something.
But then Bloodystar disappeared, another wave of fire covering him. Funk tumbled through it, a classless show that ended with him skidding along the stone. Real or not, he felt the flames on every part of his body. Singing him. Tainting him. The stone was just as hot, but he laid there. Only the fire was in his world, burning away everything. All that time. Sweeping away the oxygen, stealing the breath out of his lungs. The time. Funk felt his eyes closing. "This isn't over." He whispered, the last thing he did before he passed out.
(Oh I guess it was my post, my bad Spot) Bleakwind Bleakwind breathed a sigh of relief when Driftingpath joined him and helped support Flamingstar's body. After clawing his way down to her, and then clawing her a ways out; walking all the way to NightClan seemed like a tall order.
He gently nudged Flamingstar's head with his muzzle, relieved when he felt her breath stir his whiskers. Still alive. But in need of care. "We need to get her to Ahava, as soon as possible." He said, pushing himself to move a little faster hoping Driftingpath would do the same.
Burningsummer Burningsummer grit her teeth, her ears flattening as she watched the flames rise. Then she let out a shuddering breath. Windchaser was right. There was nothing she could do here. Casting one last look at where Glowstar had been she turned. "You're right. Come on, I need to catch Turbulentsea before he leaves. He's a decent cat. I want to make sure he doesn't get taken by any SunClan cats."
'Or Flamingstar's goons.' Burningsummer thought as she turned and made her way after Alabastor.
To her relief she didn't have to travel far. "Turbulentsea!" She cried when she caught sight of him, quickening her pace to catch up with him. racer
Mysteryleaf Mysteryleaf had made sure the queens and their kits had gotten out. The black she cat drawing back at the sound of yowls and screeches.
Fearing that someone had been left behind the black she cat ran back, and nearly tripped over a familiar bengal body.
"Funk E'tan?" She said startled. Bending her head to sniff him and give him a nudge.
The tom didn't immediately respond, and Mysteryleaf could feel her throat starting to burn and she coughed. Squeezing her eyes shut to prevent the irritation from the smoke. The stone at her paws was becoming painful to stand on. She couldn't go further, nor could she stay her longer.
But that meant that Funk couldn't either.
There wasn't a second though. Funk, or Cardinalsin as he was called in DayClan was a clanmate. So she grabbed his scruff and began to drag him away from the fire. Her pawpads stung as the hot stones seared them. But Mysteryleaf kept a tight hold on him.
'Just focus on one paw after another. Just keep moving.' she told herself, her tail flicking out behind her to feel the way she was going.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Nov 14, 2020 20:06:58 GMT -5
Alabastor had made it out of the tunnels, but the fire had already taken its toll on him. His thin fur had done little to protect him from the raginng heat of the fire. His normally thin white fur did little to hide the irritated pink skin and blisters upon his paws from the hot stones. But honestly none of it hurt so badly as to what his mind was going through. He hadn't want to hurt Flamingstar like that, even as angry as he had been. No one deserved such a fate as to burn alive. He just hadn't wanted her to interfere in the rescue of the apprentices, to distract her long enough to get them out of the fire. If she had to die, he would have done it a lot cleaner and less painful. He truly didn't know where he was going to go next.... He had always thought that after all of this he would go back to NightClan to be with Creampuff, but that card was off the table now. Not only would Flamingstar see him as her murderer, but Creampuff was with another tom... At least she was happy, that counted for something. Right? SunClan was no longer an option either... Not after what he had done to Swelteringeclipse. Scorchedwhisker knew... All it would take was one slip of the tongue, and he would be next.
The sound of his old name being called made his ear flicker backwards as Burningsummer made her way to his side"I haven't been called that in quite a while" Jetclaw
Burningsummer let out a soft sigh. "I know how that is." She meowed softly. It had been almost a year from when she'd reverted back to Burningsummer after leaving SunClan. And how good it had felt to go back.
Though she could understand if it was the opposite for Turbulentsea.
She shook herself. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn't want to see you be taken back into SunClan... and I fear Flamingstar won't be much pleased with the both of us..." Her ears lowered a bit. Looking back, pushing Flamingstar into the fires... had been the wrong thing to do.
But in that moment. All the pent up anger, and just... rage at the she cat. All of it that she had fought to keep a lid on for the sake of NightClan, and her family that remained there. It had exploded out as Flamingstar spoke so flippantly about cats that were her children. And a cat whom Burningsummer loved dearly.
And all it had taken was one push to shove Flamingstar to a painful and fiery fate. Though Burningsummer doubted she'd died. Bleakwind had gotten to her right around when Glowstar-
Windchaser lingered a moment longer, staring into the flames with a broken heart. She knew this day would come but she never thought it would be so soon or that it would end so badly. A lump formed in her throat and she fought back the tears that threatened to fall. She loved Glowstar and seeing her go up in flames made her knees nearly buckle under the weight of grief but Windchaser had to be strong. She had to be strong for her clan and for her daughters. Dayclan needed her to take care of it and to continue to be the best warrior Glowstar always knew she would be. Standing up tall, she turned away from the flames, feeling her paws heavier than ever and fighting the urge to break down. She followed Burningsummer, blindly, trying to erase the memory of her beloved leader in her last moments. She hardly even noticed Turbulentsea once they caught up to him. The previous Nightclan medicine cat's voice tore her from her thoughts. "Your welcome to come back to Dayclan with us, Turbulent- er, Alabastor."
Burningsummer Burningsummer glanced back at Windchaser giving the Immortal Council member a grateful nod before turning back to Alabastor. "I think DayClan would appreciate the presence of a skilled healer. You can never have too many." She said lightly purring. "So come with us, we'll recover and figure out where to go from here. Together." She said, nodding her head to DayClan's territory in the distance, glancing back at Alabastor to see what he said.
