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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2019 19:29:17 GMT -8
"between avalanches, we can find our language"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2019 21:15:46 GMT -8
𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ▬▬
- in the pacific northwest - a valley flanked by two bigass mountains - lake to the north - cabin to the south - river to the east 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕪 ▬▬
- rabbits [uc] - squirrels [c] - mice [c] - trout [r] - char [r] - pike-minnow [uc]
𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ▬▬
- spiritual center is the eldest alder - warrior ceremonies involve climbing the tall tree 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤 ▬▬
[aka codewords i put at bottom of posts so i can find them easier] - characters; "you know, so we don't have to watch ourselves die" - lore; "memorize your caskets, your mother patterns" - headcanons;"now i try to imagine something else in it's place" - posts; "we'll sew our memoirs into their songbooks"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2019 21:59:06 GMT -8
𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤 ▬▬
none yet lol
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2019 22:10:19 GMT -8
number of cats: 001 | next eldest alder visit: whenever | pebbles: 20
leader: runningstar | 023 moons | tom | x lives: ★★★★★★★★★ | deputy: name | age | gender | x
| medicine cat: name | age | gender | x skill points: ✿✿✿✿✿ |
warriors: name | age | gender | X name | age | gender | X
| warriors: name | age | gender | X name | age | gender | X | warriors: name | age | gender | X name | age | gender | X |
apprentices: name | age | gender | X name | age | gender | X | apprentices: name | age | gender | X name | age | gender | X |
queens: name | age | gender | X name | age | gender | X | kits: name | age | gender | X name | age | gender | X |
elders: name | age | gender | X name | age | gender | Xally clans: clan name | username clan name | username
enemy clans clan name | username clan name | username
borders north | clan name | username east | clan name | username south | clan name | username west | clan name | username
medicine store herb | usage herb | usage
fresh-kill pile: prey | x0 | 0 servings prey | x0 | 0 servings prey | x0 | 0 servings prey | x0 | 0 servings prey | x0 | 0 servings prey | x0 | 0 servings
mentors: mentor | apprentice | no. of training sessions | moves mentor | apprentice | no. of training sessions | moves
deceased cats: cat name | cause of death cat name | cause of death
family: name and name | kits name and name | kits
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2019 8:31:39 GMT -8
still every day nothing changed leader / tom / joined at 023 moons / gay anxious baby boy! who the hell made him the leader!
creek ➝ runningcreek ➝ runningstar you know, so we don't have to watch ourselves die
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2019 8:37:04 GMT -8
creek walked. he could not stop walking. what would it matter if he stopped? he figured with the same sort of logic what would it matter if he walked, but he needed to. he needed to get away. if he stopped the ghosts of his friends might catch up with him. he walked.
running water. running water! his mouth dried, he panted, he hadn’t had fresh water in so long, he hadn’t been able to stop in so, so long. he gulped his fill and sat for a moment, looking down at a gaunt face with hollow eyes. his friends stared back at him.
“no! please, no, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry…” he screamed as he skittered away from the water. the tom covered his face with his paws, as if that would hide his shame. when was the last time he slept? when was the last time he took a moment and just breathed? that’s why he saw his friend’s faces. he couldn’t remember when he stopped. he was driving himself insane with grief.
small pale purple flowers bloomed, headed towards a forest. when was the last time he ate? his stomach growled in anger from being abandoned. he walked with the flowers, they were soft on his paws. his long-damaged paws. they grew thicker, more vibrant as he carried on; the visual emphasis encouraged him to continue. a grotesque-looking tree sprouted on the skyline, surrounded by wildflowers and carpet phlox so purple and fragrant he thought he was dreaming. but no, the dryness of his eyes told him that he had not slept in a long long while. a small hole showed itself in the roots of the gnarled tree, a den of sorts. he tripped over a root crawling in, but that was a small price to pay for a safe place to sleep.
it was pitch dark in the tree, no moonlight trickling through the roots. his eyes adjusted quickly to the lack of light, but they did not adjust to the fact that there was a pile of bones in front of him. he yowled and attempted to crawl back out of the tree, but he could not find the entrance. it was too dark. he was stuck here, with a pile of bones, and his eyelids were pulling themselves shut. desperate, he curled himself up as far away from the bones as he could manage, squeezing his eyes tight and pretending they were not there. sleep came quickly, quickly and strong and he fell into the ocean of slumber he long bothered not to swim in.
he awoke in the dead of night. a pale heather molly appeared in front of him, shimmering and gleaming. she was lovely, she was ancient. creek felt awed in her presence. “hello, little one. i am alderstar, ancient ancestor leader of alderclan.” he couldn’t help but back up and flatten his ears in fear. the old she-cat closed her eyes. “you are distressed. i can bring you aid, if you would like it.” aid? what kind of aid? creek relaxed his stance but kept his ears flat back.
“what do you want from me, ghost?” he rasped, bright blue eyes desperately searching for some sort of escape. the molly tilted her head and sighed.
“i see everything in my lands, creek. i know of your distress, i know of your worry, i know of your loss. and i see hope in you, i see the chance for you to succeed and the chance for my legacy to live on. we can help each other. please, relax your stance.”
creek did so. “i don’t know how a cat like me could help a ghost, but i could try.” she rolled her eyes.
“i am not a ghost, i am from starclan. i am the mouth of guidance between the stars and the earth, and you should really treat me with more respect. there are lands south of here, past the lake. comfortable. much more comfortable than sleeping with a pile of bones. finish your rest tonight and then seek them out.” creek needed to agree, and at this point wanted to go back to sleep. it came easily and fully, the longest sleep he had in a while.
he awoke in pitch darkness. the roots of this old den were so thick and mired that no light filtered through at all. “ah, you’re awake.” alderstar mewed.
creek let out a very unrefined yelp before his heart rate settled and he remembered the odd ghost experience from last night. alderstar giggled. “so, it is time for you to find your new home, yes? if you are to re-found alderclan, you are to be a warrior. i give you the name runningcreek, and with your new responsibilities as a warrior, i implore you to find your camp.”
creek? a warrior? he had longed to be a part of something more, a part of a clan instead of some loner who could barely find enough for himself. it was bittersweet, for he was a warrior with no clan. he supposed he had a clan, if the riddles alderstar spoke were true, but it was empty and barren. but runningcreek had a nice ring to it.
the camp alderstar talked about was easy to find, it was a small clearing with wildflowers aplenty. empty badger holes made enough sleeping spaces for other cats, and he decided to make his nest underneath the roots of the tall tree in the clearing. he slept there that night, for the journey took about a day and he did not want to make the trek back to alderstar just this moment. he slept just as easy as he did the night before, but this time with no ancient spirit waking him up to talk his ear off. he stayed around the camp for another week or two or so, exploring the crevasses and niches and familiarizing himself with the territory. he crept up to the abandoned twoleg nest as a precaution, and to the edges of the mountain to gasp at their beauty. by all was said and done, he felt comfortable with the area and decided to return back to alderstar and tell her the good news.
“you have done well,” she purred. “a cat who did not truly want to be leader and stick around for a while would not explore the reaches of his territory like you. i knew you would be a good fit.”
“a leader? i don’t think i can be leader though. i’m not smart or strong or quick or anything, and i’m barely twenty-three moons old and—”
“you defy starclan already? shush. runningcreek, you have proven yourself worthy of the position, and that is enough for me. with the power bestowed in me by starclan, i, alderstar, promote the warrior runningcreek to the position of leader and rename him runningstar. may he grace the woods with his ingenuity and wits.”
runningcreek felt his blood run cold, then hot, and his vision went dark. he awoke what felt like moments later with alderstar licking his forehead nine times. “and there, you have received your lives. go back to your new clan, runningstar. it is time for alderclan to rise again.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2019 18:56:44 GMT -8
i can't just pile aesthetic-perspective dilemma warrior / tom / joined at 020 moons / straight very sly, very good hunter, kinda thinks he should be leader
hawk's gaze ➝ hawkgaze originally from winter solstice's owlclan you know, so we don't have to watch ourselves die[/quote]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2019 18:52:44 GMT -8
kiss me with forever where only death remains warrior / molly / joined at 022 moons / straight she pretends to be sweet but she's actually really just empty inside? big sad.
you know, so we don't have to watch ourselves die
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2019 20:46:51 GMT -8
climbing the tall tree - a warrior's ritual
minnowpaw and pinepaw raced each other to the tall tree, laughing and screaming across the way. the moon flickered through the branches of the alder trees bright and shining. the sleek grey tabby molly leaped over the roots of the trees, the larger brown tabby tom following close by. minnowpaw breathed in the fresh air, replaying the moment where rainstar bestowed the two with their task; climb the tall tree and keep vigil. he said it with mirth and joy, happy to see two strong young cats becoming warriors. “are we almost there?” pinepaw asked, lungs working for the cool air. “i’m not sure! i hope so!” the grey tabby chirped. the tall tree was at the very outskirts of the camp, providing a birds eye view of the whole area. it wasn’t too great for patrolling the area or keeping watch, but the ancient cats of old decided that it was the perfect place to keep vigil. pinepaw wanted to curse the ancients for doing so; the idea of climbing tall tree and then staying there made him sick to his stomach. he opted not to eat before leaving the camp, in case he ended up vomiting it up later.
the two cats made it to the base of the tall tree. minnowpaw’s eyes gleamed under the moonlight as she leapt up the first small branches. pinepaw was not so eager. “what’s wrong, pine? you scared or something?” she said, laughing all the way. his fear of heights was no secret around camp. as a kit pinepaw refused to climb anything higher than the top of the medicine cat’s den. the warrior training him, whitestrike, tried to make him climb trees to get over it, but to no avail. pinepaw would freeze up at the slightest elevation. the older warrior had no choice but to ignore it, seeing as the fear of climbing would cause his other trainings to suffer. pinepaw prayed to starclan that rainstar would give him a different vigil, anything other than climbing the tall tree. those prayers fell on deaf ears. he cursed under his breath and latched onto the thick bark of the tree, following behind minnowpaw, who already made her way to the upper branches, almost at the crest of the tree. “come on, slow paws! we’ve got a vigil to do!” her laughter was contagious, and it put pinepaw at some sort of ease. his claw slipped, and he yowled. “i can’t do this, minnow!” his eyes were as wide as a fish, round and all-seeing and terrified. he regained his footing. she just laughed at him. “come on! you totally could if you weren’t such a mousebrain!” he swallowed his fear and gingerly put out another claw. he needed to do this.
the two cats made it to the top of the tree, pinepaw quivering like the leaves in front of him. pinepaw. what an ironic name to give a cat scared of heights. minnowpaw stared at the blanket of other trees in awe of the sight. cats could see the two mountains come together to close the valley from these heights. they could see all of the lake and its small trickle off to the side. they could see the hunting fields and the very edges of the twoleg den. all of alderclan could be seen, and it was a touch overwhelming for pinepaw. he closed his eyes, but the vertigo snapped them open. “how are you not terrified?” he asked minnowpaw, eyes still wide. “because it’s gorgeous up here! and, i need to get over any fears i have to become a proper warrior, that’s what hawkclaw told me.” he nodded. as long as he looked out past the lake, where the mountains felt the same level as him, he would be fine. as long as he didn’t look right down through the thicket of branches and see how long it would take for him to fall, he would be okay. it took what felt to be hours, but his heartrate settled. he looked over to minnowpaw, who was still enraptured with the view. he wished he could be that brave. the moon crawled over to the edges of the mountain. it would be sunrise soon, hopefully. his fur bristled. how would he get down? how would he get down!? he looked down and the world spun. minnowpaw put her paw on his. “it’s okay. we can do this,” she purred, and things felt alright for a moment. his voice came out hoarse. “how do we get down?” she tilted her head. the thought hadn’t crossed her mind. “carefully, i suppose.” she kept her paw on his, and the alright feeling continued.
dawn creeped across the sky, painting it familiar yellows and purples and oranges. pinepaw released his breath. had he been holding it long? he couldn’t tell. minnowpaw’s paw still remained on his. “time to get back to camp, i suppose,” she said. “we could stay up here a little bit longer, if you wanted.” the words tumbled out of his mouth, and he surprised himself. minnowpaw looked intrigued. “do you really want to? i’d rather get my warrior name.” he laughed, the first time all night. “now that i think about it, me too. let’s go.”
rainstar greeted the two with joy and gathered the clan around. “these two cats have proven their strength and loyalty to the clan by keeping vigil at tall tree!” the clan yowled in cheers. “i, rainstar, leader of alderclan, call upon the ancient leader alderstar to look down on these apprentices and commend them to you as a warrior in your turn. may your old eyes watch upon them as they succeed in their duties!” he looked at minnowpaw. “minnowpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and defend alderclan, even at the cost of your life?” she let out a soft mew. “i do.” “then by the powers entrusted to me, i name you minnowsplash! pinepaw, step forward!” the brown tabby felt dizzy, but this time with excitement. it didn’t help that his last meal was nearly a day prior. rainstar rattled off the same old spiel, and pinepaw could hardly listen right. he almost forgot to say i do. “then by the powers entrusted to me, i name you pineheart!” pineheart! he did it! the clan yowled in approval and he almost fainted from everything.
four moons later, minnowsplash curled up beside him and licked his cheek. “i’m glad we climbed tall tree together,” she mewed. “me too,” he said, licking her back. he could still see the branches of the large alder, towering over the rest of the forest. there was no fear in his heart looking at its height, but peace.
wc: 1126 memorize your caskets your mother patterns
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2019 17:22:30 GMT -8
runningstar paced around camp, thirsty but not thirsty, hungry but not hungry. he felt empty, drained. three times he circled the perimeter of alderclan, up to the mountains and across the way and sneaking across the empty twoleg den, but he thought he did not know it well enough. the nerves the leader felt reverbrated through the camp. hawkgaze looked at the siamese with contempt, softpetal with pity. “i don’t know what you’re panicking about now, runningstar. the territory is safe. there’s no one around here,” hawkgaze yawned, rolling his eyes. it had only been a few weeks since his old clan disbanded, and even fewer since he stumbled across alderclan and some nervous wreck of a cat hunting by himself. if he truly wanted, the brown tabby could take alderclan for himself, but it was too much of a risk to take. the “-star” suffix implied the nervous wreck had been given his nine lives, and hawkgaze couldn’t guarantee a victory nine times. “you’re right,” runningstar started. “we don’t got a lot a cats though, it’s hard to make sure every corner is good.” softpetal shrugged. “it’s a quiet part of the mountains though, this valley. not a lot of cats stumble through here, let alone a band big enough to take us down.” runningstar nodded. he wished he didn’t make his fear so obvious, but being a leader when he was barely old enough to theoretically have an apprentice rattled his bones. at least the other two cats in his company thought it was because of the size of the clan versus the size of the territory, and not so much his inexperience. he needed to be better about that. “i’m going to the eldest alder tomorrow. i want to speak with alderstar,” runningstar said abruptly. softpetal’s ears perked. “that may be a good idea for you. don’t worry, hawkgaze and i will keep everything safe,” she purred. hawkgaze glanced over at the molly before looking away with the speed of the animal he was named after. “yeah. we’ll be fine.” runningstar nodded before sending the two on a hunt together. he needed some time to collect his thoughts and relax himself. it wouldn’t do to be so stressed out all the time. alderstar said it would be rough at first, but it wouldn’t be rough forever. and it would stop being rough if he would just. calm. down. as he watched the two walk into the forest, he felt his heart rate relax. he let out a deep breath; had he been holding it long?
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softpetal turned to hawkgaze. the tom insisted on keeping his eyes forward. “it’s so quiet here. my old clan was much older and bigger and we would’ve never fit in this territory,” she said, trying to force a conversation. it would not do at all to be antisocial when there were no other cats to be social with. “tell me about it. owlclan could’ve taken over this place in two beats of a mouse’s heart.” she tched. “you keep talking about taking over. if you’re going to do it, then do it already.” “you know i can’t! the wreck probably has all nine of his lives!” “then get over it. if you can’t do it, then there’s no point in harrumphing and saying you could. and don't call him a wreck, you wouldn't do any better.” the lilac molly had a point, hawkgaze had to admit. as better of a leader he would be, he wasn’t. maybe he could butter up runningstar and become deputy. the forests were thick and deep, the two of them stumbled on grounds that were unsure of when light last touched them. he looked at softpetal, looked at the softness of her fur and the gentleness of her eyes and…oh. oh no, this would not do. softpetal felt his gaze, that specific gaze she ran into before, and this would not do. this would not do! she darted away and muttered something about how the prey are probably plentiful here.
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moonlight twinkled above him as he made his way through the gnarled roots of eldest alder. softpetal and hawkgaze said they would switch vigil to make sure the camp was safe and sound. he was thankful for those two, grateful for their presence. he could feel it in his young bones that hawkgaze thought he wasn’t good enough, or else he wouldn’t talk about the supposed glory of his old clan all the time. runningstar needed to be strong. stronger than what he was now. “alderstar,” he mewed, crawling into the deep den where her bones slept. her shimmering apparition appeared, stretching and yawning. “ah, runningstar. a pleasure to see you here. what brings you here?” “i- i’m not strong enough for this.” she rolled her ghost eyes. “yes you are. of course you are. i would have not brought you here if you were not. everyone in your clan will believe in you, you merely need to believe in yourself.” really? hawkgaze believed in him? he snorted. “half of the cats there are talking about rebellion, i swear.” “then be a leader and tell him to leave or deal. really, runningstar. being a leader is simple, you make such a big deal out of nothing.” she paced around her den, around him. “you have the potential, you have the wit, now you merely need to get your dirt together and act like it.” such vulgarity. runningstar blinked a few times. she…she was right, he supposed. she saw everything in these woods, she would know exactly what was going on all the time. and for her to say he was still the right choice? maybe she had a point, the old she-cat. he let out a ‘huh’. “sleep here tonight, calm your nerves. then go back and prove yourself to yourself and no one else.” runningstar hoped that one day, he could be as relaxed as alderstar. he closed his eyes.
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