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Ghostcrown slipped through the fighting cats, the ground slick with blood beneath his paws. He had been lucky to evade most of the attacks that came his way so far, and ducking past another, he was beyond the fray now. He scrambled up the rocks and into the High Priest’s den, nodding to Scarletblush as he passed.
“Jetfire?” His voice was quiet but not afraid; he didn’t have time to be. His eyes still blurred from the heat of racing past the fire. “We need to go. Now.”
Bloodystar smirked as he watched his blood red flames envelope Autumngossamer, regardless of whether or not she had an amulet, she could not be immune from the pain it inflicted. He could fool even the most skilled elemental, it had literally never failed. But soon he realized that something was not right. By now she should have fallen over, paralyzed from the searing pain of his flame, but instead a brilliant golden inferno burst forth and enveloped her form entirely. As a master of illusions, Bloodystar could tell that these were real flames, and a deep unease settled in the pit of his stomach. Each wave of heat that wafted off her cocoon made the feeling more and more intense until he struggled to even stand upright.
Anger, jealousy, inadequacy… As he looked at Autumngossamer, he didn't even really see her, but instead cats that embodied those negative emotions. First Funk and then Vibrance, there one second, gone the next. Moonlinocturne and his judgmental smirk, the game of cat and mouse they played, Idiot Brother. Satinlights drowning in the river, body consumed by crows. Littlestar with her paw grasping the Sun God’s still beating heart. Duskslayer and his secrets, frolicking in the Regime while Bloodystar floundered by himself. Nikkohydrangea fleeing, Jetfire and her poison… The Clan revolting against him, half of them in prison, the whole Clan starving…
“STOP IT!” He howled, his voice sounding shrill and deep all at the same time, the memories were more painful than any burn, he repressed them for a reason. Bloodystar lifted his claws and drug them across his own chest, the pain freeing him for the moment, “Don’t think you are special just because things were not always so easy for you. You are not the only one. I don’t have a drop of SunClan blood in my veins, my father always absent, my mother followed his example, and my siblings have always been hell-bent on tearing me down. All I had was the Sun God. You say that he cursed you, but I believe he blessed you. If life we lived our lives without trials we would forever stay weak and helpless, and he wants his Warriors strong. He made you who you are today. Just the same as he made me,” Bloodystar moved his bloodied claws to his amulet, twisting it between his claws, “Did I feel fulfilled carving the moon into Littlestar’s face? Of course. It was my destiny to avenge the Sun God."
Boodystar then directed his element at Autumngossamer, instead of drawing out truths as hers had done instead it would give life to her fears, which the High Priest perceived to be the loss of her kits. Scattered around her paws were the very kits that the SunClan had supposedly robbed from her many moons ago, their bodies burning in the fire, each one screaming for her to do something, anything, to make it stop. As the seconds ticked by, the numbers began to swell, now including her adopted litter, but they were not crying for help but instead Autumngossamer’s failures as a mother. Bloodystar quietly slipped into their numbers and hid himself within the flames, his goal being to sneak into close enough to strike one final, decisive blow and end this once and for all.
She didn't blink. His scream was raw desperation, high with a rage that tore into her ears, but she didn't wince. He had pried himself out of the darkest corners of his mind, easy to do when he made a profession of avoiding his flaws like they were diseases ravaging his body. His words were like the manifestation of fire, scolding her heart leaving her gasping for any pure semblance of him. She didn't believe him, or rather she wouldn't let herself believe that he had no guilt for what he did to Littlestar. Staring at Bloodystar was like seeing a flickering flame, two sides of himself warring, both losing. Before she could breathe a word she stepped back at the sudden sight of a kit just outside the corner of her eye. When she looked back in front of her there were more. Their tiny bodies alight with flames screaming for help, but one kit stood out. Her soaked flame point body sitting in front of her. Her head smashed in from the rocks, her skin bloated from the water. Siennakit, her daughter.
"I'm sorry I didn't come back home mommy," Siennakit said, but she didn't tremble from the cold water or gargle from the water left in her lungs.
"That's okay Sienna." But the voice didn't come from her. Instead standing behind her was a younger Autumngossamer.
"I bet you heard me leave and you didn't even care," Siennakit said more than asked, her tiny voice remarkably calm.
Autumngossamer's breath hitched.
Younger Autumngossamer choked at her tears, "I was depressed I-."
"LIAR!" Her scream drew the flames back, "You were supposed to be my mommy, but you didn't even want kits! YOU DESTROYED SUNCLAN!" Siennakit screamed at younger Autumngossamer, but it could have been her, she was standing between the two.
Younger Autumngossamer stepped forward, her claws ablaze with flames as she moved closer to Autumngossamer, "Traitors like us don't deserve to live," She said, reciting Bloodystar's words.
"No. You're not a traitor. You didn't do anything wrong because you didn't want your God to own your body. Or wanted to be child free. Or demand accountability. Or tell the truth. Or wasn't happy all the time. Those things do not make you a traitor and you deserve to be happy Autumngossamer." She said to her younger self. Her younger self growled and slashed her flaming claws at her, but there was no mark on Autumngossamer's skin. "No, a lot of people can hurt me, but it's not going to be from myself. I'm done beating myself up."
The illusion splintered and cracked like glass as each illusion including the flames that caged around her and Bloodystar shattered. It took everything in her heart to not look back as the illusion of Siennakit as it cracked and dissolved into nothing, losing her a second time.
"The Sun God didn't make you or me who we are," She said, her third eye shining white as she turned in the exact direction Bloodystar was facing her. Instead she dived right into him, tackling him to the ground with a force that echoed in his skull, "The difference between us is that my pain is mine to own, suffer and grow from. But you treat your pain like it's a parasite, because of that you never embrace it because you're not strong enough to suffer and grow like I did. But I can tell you one thing that I told the Sun God. I will never give up on you or SunClan the way he gave up on this clan. So stand down."
Nothing either of them did was getting through to the other, they were evenly matched, which meant all that was left was to fight without any tricks.
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 Oct 30, 2020 17:48:54 GMT -5
Scarletblush Scarletblush looked into the den as Ghostcrown tried to awaken her with no response "She's been drugged" she called urgently glancing back out to the chaos and the two scarily still kits at her paws "I don't by who, but we need to get them out of here" the fire burning below, threatening to cut off their access to the entrance. They were so high up and the sloop downwards was rather steep Cleaver
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 30, 2020 18:24:04 GMT -5
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Bravepaw watched. He was vaguely aware of someone telling him that Faithpaw was missing, urging him to come along, but he was rooted to the spot, the deep russet stripes running along his thin silver pelt seemed to dance in the light as he watched Bloodystar and Autumngossamer.
Inside himself, he was reaching a breaking point. Half of him wanted to just give up, to lay down and never get up again. He'd had to be strong for so long, to hope and trust he would get better, to put on a brave face, he wanted just this one moment and wallow in the self pity. It would be easier. He should never have come to SunClan, he should have just listened to his father and stayed in the Regime, but no, he had been enchanted by the stories of the Sun God, had wanted to see SunClan himself.
Anger bloomed in his chest, white hot and it seemed to burn him up from the inside out. The Sun God wasn't anything special. All those tales had just been that, stories for a kit, and Damek felt a sense of disappointment in himself for believing it in the first place. If the deity had ever been a force for good, that time had long since passed. All he left in his wake was destruction. Cats who either were bitter and angry for all that the deity had put them through, or those that gave up every part of themselves to appease a god that would as easily destroy them if they inconvenienced him in the slightest.
In front of him, he saw a reflection of all the Sun God's failures, the pain, the suffering, the desperation, the fear, the bitterness, the masking of one's true feelings whenever Bloodystar was within earshot. Bravepaw was sick of it, and it would be so, so easy to just leave and never come back again, yet another reject from a once vibrant clan.
"ENOUGH!" The apprentice shouted. He wanted it to stop. He just.. didn't know how to make it better, how to fix all of this. His fur stood on end, and he registered the scent of ozone as everything seemed to come rushing back to normal speed.
CRACK!
Almost in time with his words, near drowning them out, lightning lit up camp, blindingly bright as blazing heat hit the ground far too close to Autumngossamer and Bloodystar for comfort. Then again, and this time, it caught brush, flames seeming to rise in time with the thunder that echoed almost deafeningly in the seconds after the strikes.
SunClan camp was ablaze, and this time, it wasn't merely an illusion.
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 Oct 30, 2020 18:49:01 GMT -5
Unssenlights Unseenlights swallowed hard, her fear of the flames freezing her in place until the voice of her son reached her sensitive ears. Her head snapped around, stumbling towards Bravepaw disoriented by the bight flames swirling nearby and the near deafening sound of thunder from up above. Unseenlights senses were thrown into overdrive, the scene around them a confusing mess. Her fur standing on end as the lightning crashed into their camp Her heart raced until she felt her fur brush against him, pulling him close as she nosed his cheek gently "You had me so worried, its time for us to go. Your sister is waiting for the three of us to join her" she wasn't sure where her mate had gone, but he would find his own way to join them later. For now she needed to get their children out of harm's way so that he could focus on himself. Nudging both of her sons towards the waterfall where the secret exit had been found@honeystorm
For days Glowstar had been locked up trapped in the bindings around her legs, but after so many days Spellmania was bound to let her guard down. When the moment presented itself she carefully slipped out of the restraints she had been wearing out for the last couple of days. With time to spare she pounced past Spellmania with a grin on her face, her legs still sluggish and partially asleep, only be compelled forward by her will. "Catch me later?" Glowstar grinned at her apprentice before hobbling off at a quickened pace. After all there was only so far she could go when her legs had been dead asleep for so many days. She stopped short at the sight of the fire blazing in camp. Not good, especially not good when her legs still hadn't woken up and the fact that she had gotten up far too fast. The dizziness greying at the frame of her vision was forming a vignette that closed in tighter the more she pushed herself. And wait. Was that Bloodystar and Autumngossamer? So much can change when you're in prison she supposed as her gaze searched for an easy way down from where she stood, it was nowhere close to anyone in the battlefield.
"I know by who," Ghostcrown muttered grimly, without a doubt in his mind. "You get the kits; I'll manage Jetfire." The dark-furred tom stepped over her body and carefully took her scruff in his jaws. He was relieved to find heat pulsing through her fur; she had been so still he was afraid Scarletblush was wrong and she wasn't alive anymore. He pulled her upright and started to drag her from the den. She was lighter than he had expected -- her circumstances had not been kind to her, and kitting was always harsh on a queen's body -- but it still took a great deal of strength for him to carefully maneuver her down from the den.
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 Oct 30, 2020 19:37:13 GMT -5
Scarletblush Scarletblush nodded, maneuvering two of the limp kits onto her back and picking the other two up by their scruffs and gently easing out of the den behind Ghostcrown as he carried Jetfire. She ha to move slowly, struggling to manage all four kits without dropping those on her back. In this case, them being drugged actually made it a little easier. They were not squirming and wiggling around, so she just needed to be careful and move slowly. Cleaver
Alabastor Alabastor gently shook Scorchedwhisker, rousing the injured tom from his sleep along with several others "Those of you that are able to need to leave now. I can give you enough pain medication to help you push through it until you can get to safety, a fire has broken out in camp. If you remain behind, your death is all but assured" Nova
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Oct 30, 2020 19:57:31 GMT -5
Scorchedwhisker: Sunclan Camp
The cream colored tom let out a soft groan as he was woken up. He had thought the smell of smoke had just been a dream, but when he heard Alabastor’s voice he knew it was no dream. The tom quickly lifted his head, flinching as pain wrapped its claws around his neck. The fire seemed centered in the middle of the camp, and he could swear that he felt the heat of the blaze on his face. Scorchedwhisker stumbled to his paws and towards the entrance of the den he had been staying in. He watched through his good eye as many of his clanmates rushed towards the exits. His fur stood on end as he looked for his family. His father, his siblings, even his step-mother. Pollendrone. Had she made it out yet? Was she with her mate? Or her friend? His tail lashed in frustration as worry gripped him. He wanted to go search for them, but he looked back at the other injured cats. With a final glance at the clearing, Scorchedwhisker pinned his ears to his head and helped Alabastor with the other injured cats racer
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 Oct 30, 2020 20:22:07 GMT -5
Alabastor THe black and white tom had cleared the treatment den. It didn't feel right to be sending them out as hurt as they were, but at least this way they still had a chance. Picking up what remained of the herbs left to him, he made his way to the entrance and down the sloop after the others. But his paws froze at the nursery, turning towards the darkness and disappearing inside as the injured struggled to continue on down the path. The den was eerily quite, the queens and kits all evacuated. The laughter and shrill mews, replaced by the soft wheezing breaths of the last of his patients. In one of the nests, laid a she-cat left behind in the midst of the chaos going on outside. Her spine broken beyond repair. Alabastor made his way to her side, opening his bundle of herbs before setting a mixture before her "You should take these.... It will help dull your pain" PhantomNova
The voice felt sudden and familiar as it echoed in Bravepaw's head. His father had come up beside him, simply stating his name as a note to himself that he had found Bravepaw, which meant everyone was there. Soaringpaw was already waiting by the entrance. "Let's get out of here," Duskslayer said, worry flaring in time with the approaching flames. He placed his paw over Lights, giving her a reassuring lick, he was certain that Faithpaw was safer wherever Flamingstar took her than here, which meant focusing on his family who was with him, in danger of the flames.
Angelicpaw backed up against a wall as the flames spread out quicker than water. Her flank bumping into her sister as she jumped in surprise, "Nightmarepaw," She said in relief, but the feeling of joy didn't last long as she realized the flames that surrounded them. Her blue gaze searched for a way out and brightened at the sight of a thin, but long stone rising just above the flames. If they could climb to the top of it and leap off they will have essentially used as a step stool to get up and over the fire! Although the rock did look wobbly, it would be easy for one of them to accidentally knock it down.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Oct 30, 2020 20:44:51 GMT -5
Scorchedwhisker: Sunclan Camp
Scorchedwhisker had started following the rest of the injured cats towards the tunnel. It was the smartest decision to make considering the blaze that had erupted in the middle of the camp. But the injured tom paused as he watched Alabastor making a detour. He watched, his eye tearing up from the smoke which made it a bit harder to see. But he recognized the direction. The initiate had gone towards the nursery. His heart dropped to his stomach. Had someone been left behind? Scorchedwhisker immediately thought of Blissfulkit. Was it her? Was it Pollendrone? His paws moved quickly as he ran towards the nursery, ignoring the aches in his limbs. Ever since the first fight he had been forced to rest, not making much use of his limbs. He ducked between the entrance, nearly running into Alabastor, before skidding to a halt. His eyes fell to the form of Swelteringeclipse. It was Pollendrone’s mother. He watched silently as Alabastor laid the herbs by her side. The cream colored tom moved closer, making a small huff as if he were asking why he wasn’t helping her. racerPhantom
Swelteringeclipe hadn't moved from the nest, she had watched as her daughter and the other queens gathered the kits and left the den with the Dayclan cats, happy that they would at least be safe. She was alone now and unable to escape due to her broken spine, she could hear the fire raging in the camp, feel the heat and smell the smoke billowing from it as it spread but still she remained fairly calm. Her head was resting on the ground, but as Alabastor entered the den she looked up, she knew she wouldn't make it out and his presence was only confirming that. As she looked at the mixture of herbs in front of her she smiled softly. "Thank you." She looked back to the black and white tom and then to Schorchedwhisker who had followed behind him, there was no fear or sadness in her gaze, only relief. She let her eyes linger on Scorchedwhisker, a similar gleam in her eyes to the one Pollendrone often carried. "Do not let Pollendrone break her promise to me." With that said, she gently lapped up the concoction of herbs and placed her head back on her paws, her pain easing away as the herbs took hold.
Her mind filled with memories of her life, happy and sad, replaying everything that had taken place up to this moment. As her breathing began to slow she let her eyes flutter shut, an image of her family both blood and adopted forming. With her last breath she whispered. "Always be happy." Her chest rose and fell one last time before she lay motionless with a soft smile on her lips. racerNova
[NOTE: THIS HAPPENED JUST BEFORE THE LIGHTNING BOLT. Also, Bloody & Autumn's moment isn't quite over yet!]
While within the security of his inferno, the world as Bloodystar knew it was at a stand-still. It didn’t matter that there was a war happening just outside of the high-reaching, blazing walls. It was just him, Autumngossamer and the roar of their flames. Their flames. Those wings were so like her, the imagery couldn’t be more clear, she was the savior, the angel, the one supposed to save SunClan from the wicked High Priest who couldn’t even keep his clanmates’ stomachs full. At least the burning kits were doing what he wanted them to do… or so it seemed… just when he thought he had an opening to win this fight, everything around him shattered into a million pieces. She'd beaten his illusion.
At first he was overwhelmed to be back in the thralls of a true battle. There were cats milling about everywhere, blood splattered all over the sandstone, kits calling for their mothers, overall just pure chaos. Bloodystar cast his gaze up at the High Priest’s den and saw Jetfire and her kits in the process of being carried away. He pursed his lips and came up with a plan just in time for Autumngossamer to launch herself at him. He was pinned for a moment but was able to slip out of her paws, making his fur feel oil-slick to Autumngossamer’s touch, a good test to make sure that the amulet was still working. A few tail lengths between them now, he looked from her to Jetfire and back again and lowered his head.
“Fine. Fine,” He growled, “We will never agree, but I can tell when I’ve lost. There’s no point in fighting anymore. Here, take the amulet,” He threw the necklace at her paws, “but in exchange… I want Jetfire. If you let me have her, I will leave for good and everything can go back to normal. You can be Soothsayer again, Littlecrow can be High Priestess, and Duskslayer is an amazing Priest Promised,” Bloodystar took a few pawsteps toward the High Priest’s den, eyes still on Autumngossamer’s glossy white eye, “I deserve to be happy! She and I have a family together, just like you and Lovesmitten do, you know better than any other cat what it’s like to have that ripped away. Autumngossamer… we may no longer be friends, but you will never stop being my sister… I am going to go to her.”
He didn’t wait for permission. With shocking speed, Bloodystar took off after Firetooth & company, he was not about to let his Princess Peach leave this castle with freaking Mario and Luigi.
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 Oct 30, 2020 21:15:13 GMT -5
Alabastor Golden eyes watched silently, standing back giving the two cats a moment for words to pass between them until the she-cats breathing became more shallow. He moved forward listening to her breathing fade until it had stopped all together. His paw pressed against her neck, feeling for a pulse to confirm that she had officially left this world behind. He gently closed her eyes, his head falling forward and his eyes closing almost as if in prayer. StarClan had abandoned him... False deities raged pointless wars. The girl he loved was with another, happier without him than she had ever been with him. He wouldn't be welcomed back into the clan that had raised him now that his status as an elemental had been revealed and he had been found in SunClan. He wasn't sure where he was going to go, but he did know now what he wanted more clearly than ever before "Go with peace..." he murmured, before rising to his paws a new determination shining in his gaze. No these wouldn't be the first eyes that he closed... NovaPhantom
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Oct 30, 2020 22:36:07 GMT -5
Scorchedwhisker: Sunclan Camp
Scorchedwhisker lowered his head when he was pinned by Swelteringeclipse’s gaze. He had seen that look before. He took a few steps closer to her, leaning his head down so he could hear her. The tom swallowed thickly, slowly nodding. His eye grew wide, and even his injured eye had cracked open just a bit at her sudden request. Scorchedwhisker shook his head. There had to be a way to get her out. He could carry her, or have Alabastor help him with her body. He opened his mouth, wanting to shout at her to not give up. Pollendrone would need her much more than she’d ever need her. But his voice was hoarse due to his healing throat, and the smoke from the fire did not help at all. His words came out in a harsh growl, unintelligible and hard to make out. He could only watch regretfully as Swelteringeclipse ate the herbs that Alabastor had lain by her side. The siamese tom closed his eyes briefly as he crouched down by her side. He wouldn’t let her make this journey alone. Not when her family had escaped the dangerous conditions of the camp. No cat should be alone on their way to the isle. Scorchedwhisker watched her carefully, occasionally pressing his nose to her fur in order to let her know that she wasn’t alone. His ears twitched are her last words before she lay still. For a moment, anger courses through him. They wouldn’t even be able to bury her. There would be no ceremony for her, no last sharing of tongues, and no family members here to mourn her. Her children would have to hear it by word of mouth. Pollendrone... how was he going to tell her? What would the grief do to her? To her unborn kits? At least she would have her mate to lean on for comfort. Scorchedwhisker stayed with Swelteringeclipse for another moment, his nose pressed into her fur, as he prayed to the moon goddess and the sun god for her soul. May the guide her to a peaceful eternity in the isle. As Scorchedwhisker stood back up he glanced over at Alabastor. Could they have even attempted to save her? Would they have been able to take her out of here? He wasn’t sure of the answers and he didn’t know if he would like what the initiate would say. Instead he tossed his head towards the entrance of the nursery. They needed to leave before they were trapped here by the fire Phantomracer
While the world Bloodystar made for himself quite literally crumpled and shattered his eyes weren't on the disarray. She followed his gaze up to the priests den zeroing in on her daughter Scarletblush accompanied with Jetfire, Firetooth, Ghostcrown and Jetfire's kits. Scarletblush and her made eye contact, sending them back to the day they were reunited. She smiled back at the warning, please, Scarlet, don't stay, you'll get yourself killed or I'll get myself killed trying to save you. But there was the typical response, don't worry mom. She had raised a beautiful idiot putting herself on the line. She couldn't be prouder.
The amulet skidded across the floor, stopping at her paws as her claws traced over the engravings. Everything could go back to a new normal. She thought at the gathering she had won, that there could be a happy ending for everyone, maybe not in that moment, but they had the opportunity to find one. But no one had and not even she had found comfort. Living with the trauma of what happened, trying to just talk to friends, having kits, those everyday things people did with ease came to her with a struggle that left her close to tears. She wanted happiness, not just for herself, but for him, for everyone. She moved forward onto a shard left from the illusion, the image of her reflection casting back at her.
"Since when?"
Like a bolt of orange lightning Autumngossamer was on Bloodystar rolling with him before pinning him down, "Since when was Jetfire your mate? Your illusions aren't just from your amulet, they're every person here. Every warrior you pretend is loyal to you when they're afraid. Every kit you call your son and daughter because you gave them no other option. You're living in a lie!" Her claws pressed deep into the front of his shoulders, "Can't you feel it? I feel it, reality. I know I'm never going to be loved by anyone I once called a comrade here. I know I'm not going to be okay for a long time. I know we call ourselves siblings because that's all we have left. But most of all, I know she's not your mate, she's not yours to own, I won't let you. I won't stand by if I can help it. You're not going to touch her. That's our reality. And it would feel a little less lonely if you were a part of this sucky reality with me."
The flames didn't phase him; their brightness scorched his retinas but he forged on anyway, shoving cats aside as he marched through the camp. His beady gaze fixed on his initiate, fighting bravely to save the queens from being stolen away by a DayClan warrior, and clearly failing. Mountain growled as he launched himself toward him, his paws drumming on the ground as he forced his way in front of the fleeing group.
"No stealing," he rumbled threateningly, unsheathing his claws as he faced down Tigerlily. "Leave kits here." Weed would look after the young ones, and he would handle the threatening invaders trying to kidnap their kittens and queens.
Alabastor: The thing black and white tom had a solemn look upon his face, as he left the nursery not looking back at the body he left behind. He didn't speak at first, until they caught up with the injured cats and he started barking orders to get them out safely. In truth... Swelteringeclipse should have already been dead. The pain was immense, her wound terminal. Even if he had somehow managed to get her out of SunClan's camp the trip would have been agonizing if not killing her in the process. Even the slightest jar to her broken back would have been enough to end her life prematurely. Herbs had done little to dull the pain she had been feeling, but she had been determined to spend what little time she had left with her daughter. To have time to say her good byes, and with the hope that she would live long enough to see her grandchildren to be born. He could still remember how she had begged him to give her a little more time, and had done his best. He had taken on some of her pain, giving her a few more days with her family when she would have otherwise passed away on her own long before now. But even he couldn't stop the inevitable, only delay it. She had made him promise, promise that when the time came he wouldn't let her suffer. That he would help guide her gently into the afterlife when Pollendrone wasn't around so that she wouldn't have to witness her death and have it affect her pregnancy. The burden had been weighing heavily on his heart, but with the fire raging down below he had come to peace with it. It is what she had wanted, and he hadn't forced the death upon her. If she had refused or hesitated, he would have tried to get her out.Nova
Tranquilpaw As Mountain surged forward to save the queens, unfortunately he hadn't been paying any attention to those in his path. Tranquilpaw had be running towards the exit, when suddenly she found herself flying through air claws scrambling to grab hold of something, anything. Before she could really register what had happened, pain seared through her paws as she landed in the fire. She screeched, screaming as the flames licked upwards upon her legs towards her stomach. Her long pelt blackening and breaking off, as she tried to flee, each step her skin began to bubble smoke filling her lungs. Her paws went numb as the nerves began to burn and her limbs stopped responding to her commands "HELP" came her frantic screams CleaverNova
Tinymutiny The drugs her mother had used to keep her down had worn off during the long and drawn out battle. While most cats were fleeing SunClan camp she was headed the opposite direction as she entered into the tunnel maze that would lead her back to SunClan's camp, singing merrily knowing that her mate was waiting for her just inside camp and they would finally be reunited
"Two lovers, forbidden from one another A war divides their people And a mountain divides them apart Built a path to be together ......REJHADFKLJH"
The tiny silver she cat stumbled, the large body of Lionpride blocking her way further into camp. "WATCH WHERE YOUR LAYING" she screamed, giving him a hard kick, then pushing him towards one of the side tunnels and watching as his limp body went tumbling downwards and out of the way before she continued on singing
"...Yeah, and I forget the next couple of lines, but then it goes... Secret tunnel! Secret tunnel! Through the mountain! Secret, secret, secret, secret tunnel! Yeah! " [Yes it is an atla song. I couldn't resist HoneystormJadie ]
