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Post by Flurryofstars on Nov 28, 2020 2:50:03 GMT -5
(Idk how accurate this even is with the current plot, but I wanted to make a thread in SunClan gosh darn it!)
Being in MoonClan's territory should have made the apprentice's skin tingle with excitement and his eyes light up like the sun. It was, after all, a completely new land for him to explore to his heart's content and without the fear of a MoonClan patrol running up on him. Those cats had long since been removed, but then so was his own clan. Tawnypaw wanted this change in scenery to be the one highlight of being forced from their home, but all he found within was a numbness he'd never felt before. He could hardly process the world around him, instead focusing on his inner doubts, grief, and confusion, however dull they may be. He just wasn't himself anymore. His messy, brown fur was singed in places and tangled in others, nearly hiding the fact that he hadn't bothered with painting his pelt for some time. What was the point anyway? The Sun God was dead and he'd never been that religious to begin with. His clan was falling apart to the point that he wasn't even sure if anyone would reprimand him for his spiritual ignorance.
The only reason he was still here was because he felt some odd sense of protectiveness over his innocent yet brainwashed clanmates. Ferventkit--now Ferventpaw--was wildly optimistic with her faith and Dancingpaw, who had chosen religion over family was only a shell of her former self. His friends... They hadn't done anything wrong, but they were blinded by Bloodystar and he feared the whole clan's demise was only a few pawsteps away. Even he had been blind in his choice of neutrality, but no longer. The only problem was that he didn't know what he could do. Leaving might have been the best option at this point, but then he'd be taking the easy way out...
As he walked through the unfamiliar moor, his emerald eyes rose to the stars above. A cold breeze swept through his straw-like fur, but the warmth from the fire still clung to him even now. "What am I supposed to do?"
“Your supposed to follow your heart” Bleedingheart purred as she too, wandered through the wavering grass. It was an oddly poetic moment for the she-cat. She too like his friends had joined the clan wildly impassioned by religion. Yet when she saw the state of the clan her devotion waned. Bleedingheart had wavered, nearly leaving the clan before figuring out what it was she truly wanted. She still was faithful, but she realized her priest was corrupted. It allowed her to still have what carried her through the rough times while realizing what was being shown to her through Bloodystar was not correct. Of course she wouldn’t dare say that out loud as she quite liked living.
“Find what it is that drives you and never let it go.” Parting the grasses she stepped up next to the apprentice. MoonClan was an unusual place compared to SunClan though in her early days and travels she had been many places. Yet she had grown to see the bright and hot environment of SunClan’s territory as home. MoonClan was beautiful but it just wasn’t for her. If she had her way MoonClan could have their home back. “But be wary of where it will take you, some relationships may not strong enough to withstand the distance.” The brown tabby added. Her own coat was in a sorry shape, most of her right side was missing fur. It would grow back in time as the wounds were not that serve and she had been blessed to avoid infection so far.
Post by Flurryofstars on Nov 28, 2020 4:08:39 GMT -5
Tawnypaw's gaze tore from the night sky at the she-cat's approach, surprised but not fearful as he should have been. A potential Bloodystar loyalist was a dangerous thing for someone like him and to see a cat asking the stars or moon such a question was even more so. He soon realized though, that he was safe. The she-cat, whether in the same situation or not, encouraged free-will and self-exploration even if it went against their leader. He recognized her as Bleedingheart and if not for the condition of her pelt, the apprentice might have mistaken her for a spirit. There was a prophetic sense in the way she phrased things, which he found ever the more captivating.
"But I'm so confused," he confessed, his voice trembling with desperation. "My heart feels torn in two! How am I supposed to know which way is right? How do I find it?" It was as though every emotion caged up inside, hurled themselves free all at once. It was the most vulnerable the tom had ever felt and he was too tired to conceal it now. Unsheathing his claws, he dug them into the soft earth to ground himself against the quaking of his body. The stress was swallowing him whole, but his eyes never left hers. He needed to know what she meant.
Bleedingheart looked forlorn, this poor cat was having to make decisions that he shouldn’t have to think about for many moons. Yet here he was terrified he might make the wrong choice. So she offered what comfort she could and leaned against him, licking his head. “Well you need to let things go and clear your mind. Your path will come through in time.” With a sigh her eyes turned to the night sky. It had been sometime since she was out in the open, under the night sky. While it wasn’t forbidden for SunClan cats to enjoy the night it was a bit odd. Yet with the gentle chirping of crickets and hoots of owls it was a peaceful time that allowed one to get lost in their thoughts.
“But do not worry if you cannot find your path this instant, you are still young and have time yet.” Hopefully the tom would listen to that though she knew at times it seemed like one had to have every pawstep of their life planned out. Yet it did seem a soothing activity right now, plan out your whole life instead of paying attention to the world that was falling apart all around you.
Post by Flurryofstars on Dec 1, 2020 4:12:15 GMT -5
Her touch mixed with words of compassionate encouragement helped settle some of the panic that had taken over the tom. The tremors subsided first and with their absence, Tawnypaw found it much easier to concentrate on his breathing. While his mind wasn't at its peak performance at the moment, he tried his best to listen to the she-cat. Not everything made complete sense to him, and what did made him somewhat doubtful. How was he supposed to clear his head when so many horrible things were happening? Their former leader had been publicly humiliated, they'd been ambushed by multiple groups, forced out of their territory, attacked by the undead, and that still wasn't even half of what Bloodystar's reign had led to. A sign from the Sun God wasn't necessary to know that worse was yet to come. Bloodystar was going to destroy the clan. Creating the list in his mind almost caused another rush of panic, but he managed to control it this time, leaning into Bleedingheart subconsciously.
“But do not worry if you cannot find your path this instant, you are still young and have time yet.”
Was she telling him to do nothing? To wait? The apprentice's shoulders fell. Was she telling him to stay? It had been one of the options on his mind. One that he'd been greatly considering, but he wasn't sure how well it would work. Staying meant more suffering, but it also meant he could try to protect his clanmates. You're just an apprentice, how much can you even do? "Do we have time though?" he whispered, hardly audible. "How much longer is this going to go on?"
(Some one is just name dropping all over the place)
“I hope so,” Bleedingheart sighed “but I imagine someone will come back. Both Foxbane and Littlecrow are still out there. Not to mention Funk, Glowstar’s mate, he will seek revenge i imagine after his first stages of grief disappear.” She did not have the taste for revenge herself, but understood that many did. After her own loss she did not see a need for more deliberate, direct bloodshed. Battle was different as it was for the clan, against another clan. Bleedingheart did not believe the stories that she heard about Goxvane would allow her to just sit to the side as her mate’s murder ruined havoc on the clan she helped rebuild into its true form. Several powerful cats had been wrong by Bloodystar who had been only apprentice age when he became priest, it was safe to say many of them would not stand being wrongs by a child.
“Find what you need in the Sun God, he freely gives answers if you seek them.” It was perhaps not the best answer the young tom would want. It was also an answer that perhaps would make one question her salinity in her steadfast devotion to a good that others had watched die in front of them. But to Bleedingheart it was only his corporal body that had been destroyed. Soon he would be back when the world was righted and his followers turned back to the light.
Post by Flurryofstars on Dec 31, 2020 2:56:09 GMT -5
Pulling away from her, his face turned somewhat sour. Bleedingheart's advice had been cryptic but phenomenal up until the Sun God began to sound like the answer. His own faith had always been a question barely present in his mind, but he'd seen what the Sun God had done to the clan. How his death had been just as harsh as his life for all of them. "I'm surprised you don't think Bloodystar is the answer," came the sarcastic growl. Tawnypaw's sudden anger had very little to do with her though, and he realized it soon after.
"I'm sorry. I'm such a mess..." He turned to the she-cat with an apologetic expression. "What you've said has been really helpful. Thank you for that." He still felt torn between a million emotions, but he knew what he was going to do now at least.
With a soft sigh she realized this young tom was not as enamored with the Sun God as she was. That was fair enough, she had been taught a slightly different version of the god by her parents who had left the clan. Her god was more loving and provided life for his followers, the Clan’s Sun God was more vindictive, twisted by his mouthpieces in the clan. “Bloodystar is confused, I don’t think he was ready for leadership when it was thrust upon him.” She sounded like she knew what she was saying, though she hadn’t been around at the time. Rather she saw little flashes of what could have been in moments of calm, it was not his fault he had been poorly raised then tossed in command.
”You are doing just fine, life is rough right now for everyone.” Once again she was guessing from what little she knew. But regardless Tawnypaw was a dictator or serial killer, so that was good. Sometimes her standards were painfully low, other times extremely high.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jan 5, 2021 0:21:34 GMT -5
Relieved that she wasn't upset, Tawnypaw sighed and looked around them. "Thanks. I hope things get better if- when we go back home." Normally the apprentice would have been thrilled to explore their new territory, but even with his high-running emotions beginning to settle, he didn't feel up to it. Something about the place made him feel like he could be attacked at any moment. Maybe by zombies again or something else, but he always felt like there were eyes on him--that he was being watched. "Hopefully that happens soon... This place gives me the creeps."
“It’s always damp and rather dark.” Bleedingheart had been in forests like this before but they were not her favorite. She preferred the wide open plains and sandy deserts of SunClan. It had quickly become her home and she missed it. Even if the place was full of bad memories, there were so many more good ones. This lush forest was just not for her. The sun never seemed to really reach the ground, it was always shadowy even in the middle of the day.
