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Bloodystar did not struggle at all under Autumngossamer’s grasp, in fact he was eerily still, almost like a corpse. Her claws dug deep into his shoulders, nicking something important, and her paws were shortly soaked in the warmth of his blood, in fact it began to pool on the ground next to him. But the determination in his eyes did not fade in the slightest nor did his voice falter, “You have no idea what you are talking about! Go ahead and forget that the kits that I adopted are not mine… that the Clan who is fighting for me as we speak is not loyal to me… that Jetfire is not my mate… Are you really going to let Ghostcrown, the cat who was literally exiled for poisoning her, take her away? Not only that, but he is taking my kits, too, ones that he himself cursed forever with the very same poison he gave to their mother! How would you feel if I took your kits away from you? Oh, what am I thinking? With your current logic, it sounds like you won’t care about the adopted ones, and your real ones were already mostly stolen from you, so you should know exactly---”
Lightning struck and Bloodystar saw flames lick and the sparse brush that lined camp. His heart-beat quickened. He hadn’t been the one to do that… and he’d seen Autumngossamer’s reaction, he knew it wasn’t her, either. That fire was real. Heart pounding, he took the moment of confusion that followed to shove the former Soothsayer aside and get back up on his paws, then bolted toward Jetfire once more, blood trailing behind him.
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Post by Nova on Oct 31, 2020 12:00:38 GMT -5
Weed: Sunclan Camp
They had almost made it to the exit. Soon the queens and the kits would be safe, far from the flames that were quickly consuming the camp. They would have to get there soon before the flames sealed off their only exit. Weed's pace began to quicken, looking back to make sure that the kits and queens were all together. She came to a quick stop, doing her best not to shake the kit she was carrying too much as Mountain jumped in front of them. His large frame sealed off the exit and Weed looked up at him quickly. What was he doing?! Had he lost his mind?! The mottled tortoiseshell placed Silverfringe's son close to her paws before she confronted the large initiate. "Mountain! They're helping us escape to safety! You can't just-" Her words were cut off by the shrill screams of Tranquilpaw. Weed snapped her head as here eyes grew wide in shock and horror as she watched the apprentice become consumed by flames. She quickly ran towards her, throwing as much dirt as she could onto the apprentice to smother the flames. When the dirt didn't smother quick enough, Weed resorted to using her own paws, furiously patting at the flames and burning her own paws in the process. She could hardly feel though, and refused to stop until the last flame was smothered. Weed grabbed the injured apprentice by the scruff, carefully dragging her away from the rest of the fire. "Mountain!" She snapped at him, her tail lashing as she stood over Tranquilpaw. "Enough of this! Perhaps when this is all over I should teach you how to take better care when tramping about the camp! These are your future clanmates are they not?! You cannot just bowl your way through them like their lives do not matter! These cats were not kidnapping anyone, they were helping us escape and now you are blocking our only exit! Do you not see the flames?! See how quickly they are eating away at our home?! Will you be the one responsible for their deaths?! I suggest you get over her and help carry this apprentice you so carelessly threw into the flames, and move! Now!" Cleaverracer
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 31, 2020 12:06:50 GMT -5
Tranquilpaw By the time the flames had been extinguished, the small apprentice was writhing around on the ground in pain before being lifted into the air. Her skin a bright pink and blistered where fur had once been. She struggled squeaking out protests, unable to scream any longer from the smoke and fire that had scorched her throat until she went limp in the she-cats jaws, loosing consciousness. NovaCleaver
Duskslayer let Unseenlights and the kits leave SunClan first. Diving back into the fire he quickly came over to Oakshade's body. Moving himself underneath he picked the tom up onto his back and made his way back to the exit where his siblings were at, "I gotta go find Faithpaw, but moms near the priests den," He said as he passed them.
Autumngossamer stared down at Bloodystar, not one movement, not even a breath of air seemed to escape him. He spoke, his words like venomous fire. Where normally they would stick and burn to anyone he spoke to his words rolled off her like water. There was no fire left in his lungs, all that was left were weak lies. Her attention was drawn away as lightning slammed into the earth, the boom of thunder rolling over them in what felt like a sonic wave. Before she could even process the quake in the earth fire had erupted spreading thin to thick in moments. The dry grass around them was picking up with real fire, it wouldn't be long until smoke clouded the air.
Suddenly her paws were lifted up from under her as Bloodystar sprinted back to Jetfire. The display of obsession was sickening, just looking at her she was unconscious, damaged, an alternate self to the free spirited girl she knew. How much of her soul had Bloodystar tried so hard to misshape, cage, and take until she finally collapsed?
In a single motion her fiery wing exploded into Bloodystar's side sending him into the canyon wall. He was an unrelenting force, a parasite taking hold of Jetfire's shadow, always in her wake. Even though he understood this was a lie, that Jetfire was never in her right mind going to be his mate, he hungered for that lie like it were a life source. He wasn't ever going to let her go because he felt entitled to her. There was an ownership he felt to Jetfire, a picture perfect image of what she was supposed to be and anything else was meaningless and punishable. He had the same mentality as the Sun God, the way he held his power over her, the way she was his.
"You are never going to hurt that warrior again," Autumngossamer said as she approached Bloodystar's broken form, a silence taking hold as she grabbed one of his paws, "I love you Bloodystar and I'd give you happiness if you let me, but I need you to stop pretending for me, okay?"
Safety? Didn’t she know the enemy was running with them, leading straight into a trap? Tigerlily reeked of the other clans, it was obvious she was one of them, and he couldn’t comprehend how Weed hasn’t noticed. He watched apathetically as she ran by to help the struggling apprentice and stood his ground.
As Weed returned, the tom lowered his head sulkily, looking to all the world like a kicked puppy. It wasn’t his fault that the apprentice had gotten in his way, she should have seen him coming, and she was still alive anyway... It wasn’t a big deal. She was fine! Honestly, Mountain was a little disappointed she wasn’t dead. He had no feelings whatsoever for the small cat, but to know her heart was still beating made his task feel unaccomplished. If you’re going to do something, do it right...
“But she’s the enemy,” he protested. He couldn’t let the enemy go with them! It went against his nature to let her live. “You go! Escape fire, I give her to it.” He flexed one massive paw and stepped closer to Tigerlily, his eager teeth bared.
The fluffy black she cat nodded to Weed. "They need to get out would you rather they all die?!" She shouted bristling and trying to puff herself up. But this cat was bigger than even her mother, and her mother Crimsonrose always seemed quite large.
To meet a figure more imposing was rather daunting if Mysteryleaf was honest, but the black she cat snarled, unwilling to be cowed as she stood near Tigerlily.
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Post by Nova on Oct 31, 2020 12:58:16 GMT -5
Weed
Weed stood between Tigerlily and Mountain, baring her teeth at the large initiate. Her fur stood on end, her tail lashing like a whip as her eyes bore down on him with as much heat as the fire around them. "Enough!" She hissed furiously. "Either we all work together, or we die together! The longer we stay here and argue the closer we are to death! Is that what you want?! Queens and kits come first for they are the most revered in this clan! Are you ready to snuff out that life?!" Her claws slid out of their sheaths. "These cats are helping us! And if you stand in the way of this you will be an enemy, and do you really want to come face to face with an angry queen who will do anything to protect her children?! You may be massive, Mountain, but in this situation, you are outnumbered. Now get your head out of your butt and pick up Tranquilpaw!" She roared at him. Cleaver
Tigerlily had lifted her tail signalling for everyone to stop as Mountain launched in front of them, barreling some poor apprentice into the flames. He stood tall like a mountain, blocking their path. Enormous in size, muscular compared to her to her tall, pretty frame, a Mountain VS Tigerlily fight was unlikely to end with her winning. She didn't move, instead observing, her ears flicking in Weed's direction. So Mountain was his name, huh?
"Weed, can you make the atmosphere anymore dramatic, I think your friend over here isn't deaf, but I'm certainly about to be if you keep screeching like a bat," Tigerlily said calmly before redirecting her focus towards Mountain, "Honey if you step even a little closer to me you're going to be out like a light and I'll leave you for the flames. Move," She said, her sultry commanding voice hitting a domineering tone in all the right places.
Why were they all yelling at him?! He was trying to stop the evil ladies! He tried to give them an opportunity, he would stay here and fight the weak OtherClan cats and they could all flee, but Weed wasn’t even happy with that plan. Or at least, he didn’t think she was. He tried his best to follow her logic, he really did, but it was all so confusing and made his head spin.
“I’m not the enemy, on your side!” Mountain cried, frustrated that she couldn’t figure it out. He was trying to help protect them from the dangerous cats. The fire could wait. He hesitated and stepped to the side, just a bit, leaving enough room for the cats to squeeze by him single-file.
“Go,” he said unhappily. He would let them pass... most of them at least... as subtle as he thought he was being, the way his gaze was trained on the pair of DayClan cats made it clear that he wasn’t going to let Mysteryleaf or Tigerlily escape the camp. Tigerlily was mean and he really, really wanted to show her how weak she was. She thought she could take him down but that was funny.
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 31, 2020 13:40:39 GMT -5
Silverfringe: "Tranquilpaw" she called through a mouthful a fur as he sister fell into the flames, grabbing her son that Weed dropped and pulling him close with her paw eyes filled with fury, but so loaded down with her kits that it was difficult to do much with out endangering them. Glaring between mountain and the DayClan she-cats, tail lashing FaithNovaCleaver
Bloodystar hit the sandstone wall hard and, as he slid down the textured sandstone, a trail of crimson follow him like an arrow. It formed nearly perfect circle where the bulk of his body had struck it with streaks radiating outward. A bloody sun. The High Priest crumbled onto the ground and coughed up more blood. It was hard to believe that any cat had that much blood to lose but, even then, he refused to give up. Somehow he managed to put his front paws beneath him but the first attempt to put weight on them resulted in a collapse.
"I love you Bloodystar and I'd give you happiness if you let me, but I need you to stop pretending for me, okay?"
His celadon eyes wavered as he looked up at Autumngossamer. The impact had made his sclera red, making him look almost demonic, “I---” He coughed again, reaching out to the former Soothsayer with a shaky paw. He looked confused, not sure who or even where he was exactly, but one thing for sure was that he was dying. But something was different. What can only be described as clarity graced his features and tears began to stream down the side of his face. The tremor in his paw spread to the rest of his body. All of Bloodystar was shaking, no, beginning to seize, his body was failing him. He could no longer meet Autumngossamer’s gaze, although not because his body wouldn't let him, but because he was a coward.
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Post by Nova on Oct 31, 2020 13:51:56 GMT -5
Weed Weed looked back towards Tigerlily and Mysteryleaf. "Get going now, before the fire destroys our only exit." She growled. "Mountain, pick up Tranquilpaw. You're coming with us." The mottled tortoiseshell padded back to Silverfringe, picking up the queen's son once more before she turned and looked at the large initiate. Her tone had left no room for argument, and she looked back at Mountain before shouldering her way through the exit with the rest of the queens. racerCleaverSpotJetclaw
He let Silverfringe and Weed pass through without comment, but when Tigerlily moved so did he.
The massive tom blocked her path and leaned down to snarl into her ear, "Next time, I give you to fire."
Then, sufficiently pleased with his intimidation, he stepped aside. At the end of the day, Mountain followed orders, even from Weed. Especially from Weed. He walked forward and picked up Tranquilpaw, then dragged the corpse through the camp entrance after the others, apparently having forgotten she was still alive and dust-filled wounds were not going to heal her.
"I will," Tigerlily said as she walked up beside Mountain before once more leading the way, "It's I will give you to the fire, not I give you to the fire, English is hard, I would know." She said, her French accented voice from her time spent traveling with her mother made that much obvious. Her slow seductive tone might be attractive, but the true reason her words came out with such a gradual pace was that she was focusing carefully on her speech.
Pollendrone was still carrying one of Silverfinges kits when the group was stopped by Mountain, her ears flattened at the sight of him and the memory of what he had done to her mother. She did not speak a word to him but her brown eyes were locked on him, glaring, even as they began to move for the exit again. She would have time enough once everyone was safe to deal with the large goon, she wouldn't forget the pain he had caused Swelteringeclipse. "Weed, I can't be near him." She mumbled around the kit she was carrying, she could feel the anger rising in her, stronger now since she had to leave her mother behind while she herself would be safe. NovaCleaver
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Post by Nova on Oct 31, 2020 16:26:03 GMT -5
Weed The mottled tortoiseshell had been pleased to see that Mountain had listened to her, but flinched when she saw the way that he carried Tranquilpaw. The large tom really needed to learn to be more careful, especially if these cats were to be his future clanmates. Her ears twitched at Pollendrone's voice. "I know," Weed muttered around the scruff of Silverfringe's kit. "It won't be for long, I promise. Once we get to the Moonclan camp he'll go his separate way." It seemed almost cruel to force Pollendrone to walk side by side with the tom responsible for her mother's injury. "We can slow down a bit, put some space between us and him."
Scorchedwhisker The smoke from the flames had only irritated his voice more, causing him to cough and splutter whenever he opened his mouth to try and call out to Pollendrone, or his family. He couldn't find any sign of them as everyone walked away from the burning camp in a mass exodus, and his blue eye was red and irritated. It teared up as he struggled to focus his gaze. He hadn't even tried to use his voice yet, and wasn't sure how loud he could yell, or if he should even try. "Pollen-" Her name died on his tongue as he started coughing. His voice was rough, cracking every now and then. It almost sounded as though he had swallowed a mouthful of porcupine quills. The cream colored tom stopped and bowed his head as his body shook with his coughin, his sides heaving as he caught his breath, before he looked up again. He managed to catch sight of Pollendrone's pelt, and instantly felt relieved to see that she had made it unscathed. That feeling died as quickly as it had bloomed knowing that he would ultimately shatter her heart. Scorchedwhisker hadn't noticed Lionpride wasn't with her, and the tom assumed that he had gone to help some of their other clanmates. The warrior made his way towards her, his paws feeling heavy with each step he took. He didn't want to be the one to tell her. It should have been someone else. He should find one of her many siblings and tell them so they could break the news to her. He swallowed thickly, ignoring the pain in his throat as started closing the gap. "Pollendrone..." Scorchedwhisker croaked out, hoping that she was able to hear him. Phantom
Pollendrone Pollendrone turned her gaze away from Mountain and nodded to Weed, she slowed her pace but made sure to keep her view clear so she knew where the large tom was at all times, not that he would be easy to lose as he towered above them all. Her mind began to wonder and she fought to pull it back when she heard her name and stopped. "Scorchedwhisker! You made it out!" She set the kit down beside Weed and turned toward the tom. "Can you watch him for me, I'll be right back." She flicked her tail to point at the kit and waddled away from Weed before she could say anything to try and stop her. "I'm so glad you are okay, I was so worried!." She was out of breath by the time she reached him, her capacity for walking certain distances having grown shorter and shorter the bigger her belly had gotten. Her eyes lifted to meet his and she bit back a gasp as she got a good look at his injuries, that naked cat had really done a number on him. Nova
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Post by Nova on Oct 31, 2020 17:19:39 GMT -5
Scorchedwhisker The siamese tom tried to swallow his emotions. He had to tell her. He knew he had to. Alabastor and himself had been the last ones with her mother. Pollendrone deserved to know. But when he looked at her, any resolve he had started to build up came crashing down. She had been so happy to see him, relieved that he had made it out of the fiery inferno. Meanwhile her mother... Scorchedwhisker wished she wouldn't look at him like that. It only made this harder for him. What would this information do to her? She was so close to giving birth. He had once more looked for her mate, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her friend, Weed, had looked at the pair curiously as she stood over the kit that Pollendrone had been carrying. When he looked back at her his blue eye was wide and practically begging her to forgive him for what he was about to do to her. There was nothing but sadness, regret, and a thousand apologies dancing within his blue iris. "Pollendrone..." He started, his voice cracking from his injuries and from the emotions he tried to swallow. "I... Alabastor and I..." Scorchedwhisker wasn't sure how to approach such a situation. But his gaze never left hers. "Alabastor was... trying to get all the injured cats out... and..." He paused, and took a deep breath.
"Pollendrone... you're mother... she... she didn't make it out..." He said, his body tense and ready to take a step back. She would definitely hate him after this. He was the one to tell her that her mother was dead. Why would she want to see him again after? He wouldn't blame her at all. "Alabastor and I found her... in the nursery... she... I don't think we could have moved her... He... I don't think she... I don't think she was in pain... Alabastor... gave her herbs... I think it helped..." Scorchedwhisker was messing this up, he was stumbling over his words and his ears pinned back against his head. "She... told me... she said to not forget... forget the promise you made to her... to... to always be happy... Pollendrone... I... I'm sorry... so sorry.." Phantom
