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Post by broken on Jul 17, 2019 18:33:20 GMT -8
post one it had been over a moon since he had last set eyes upon his sister's red and white form; she had gone out in search of herbs, which were quite difficult to find within their desert home, and it was not uncommon for viperstrike to be gone for several weeks at a time. the pair of them were born into this life, into a bloodline of orientals whose lineage could be traced back to some of the first cats who had formed scarabclan, so he knew that if anyone could handle themselves out there in the harsh desert, it was his sister. but still, she typically took a warrior with her, per his request for safety; he knew she hated it, feeling like he was sending her a babysitter, and this last time she had snuck off without the fighter assigned to go with her. and she had been out there longer than she normally was, so he couldnt help the worry in the back of his mind that something had happened to her. slipping out of his den, he silently made his way along the rocks and climbed down into the mouth of the gods, deciding he would ask for his sisters safe return to the clan soon. he made every pawstep carefully, as the path was a difficult one, very slippery & tight; he however knew the path down to the pool of stars by heart due to the sheer number of times he had taken it. slipping into the bright turquoise water, he felt a shiver run up his spine at the cold water; he knew it would be so cold, it always was, but somehow it still managed to sneak up on him. as he swam out further into the pool so that he could no longer touch the bottom, and then he shut his blue eyes as he began to pray. just as always, it was although he no longer had control of his body, merely floating there, and thats when he saw a brilliant rainbow. he smiled, knowing that meant he would be heard. as three forms approached him, in this vision he bowed down to them; the falcon landed about a foot away from him, with the jaguar coming up on its left side and the jackal coming up on its right side. the kind black jaguar stepped closer to the king and nudged him kindly with her head before returning to her place by the other gods sides; the falcon's dark brown eyes were locked on the flamepoint cats form, and the god nodded at him to say it was time for him to speak. "your highness's; Ra, Bastet, Anubis. as always, thank you all for taking the time to hear my request. i beg of you three to bring my sister back to me, healthy and unharmed. as you know, she went out over a moon ago to search for herbs, and it is unlike her to be gone for so long. please..." the three creatures took in his words, looking at each other and speaking in a nonverbal way. finally, the black jaguar Bastet spoke; "as you know, we cannot make any promises. but we shall see what we can do to aid you. farewell, bonestar. until next time." and just like that, he was in the present again, floating in the pool. swimming back to the edge, he climbed out and shook the water from his short coat. climbing back up through the narrow pathway, he decided the best thing he could do was do a border patrol to see if he could find her, as well as do some hunting to distract himself.
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Post by broken on Jul 17, 2019 18:33:58 GMT -8
post two as the flamepoint tom-cat emerged from the mouth of the gods, his mind still clouded with concern for his missing sister, he heard this all-too-familiar sharp yowling voice coming from within the greenery of the oasis. he had to force himself to keep from grinning, which would have been a rare feat, and he tried his best not to rush down the rocky landscape and into the grass & trees. approaching the white & red form of his sister, he noticed she had a small grey fluffball at her side, and she was scolding him for some reason or another. "really viperstrike, you just got home & you're already yelling at someone? how typical." approaching her at a reasonable pace, he allowed a deep purr to rumble in his throat as he rubbed his head against hers. of course, typical viperstrike fashion, she scoffed at him & pulled away, returning her paws to checking over the grey apprentice beside her before replying to her twin. "oh really bonestar, like you're one to judge me brother. shouldnt you be overjoyed that i've returned, and with one of our missing apprentices?"
at her words, the tom immediately scrunched his eyes together, slightly confused, and turned his focus to the little tom that his sister was looking over for injuries. thats when he realized who the apprentice was, & his focus was intensely on the small tom, practically getting in his face with how close he was; he meant nothing malicious but lord was he in shock. "dustpaw! where the hell have you been? toadcroak and you went out for training exercises two weeks ago; we thought you were dead!" his harsh tone & stern eyes caused the nervous apprentice to let out a bit of a fearful squeak, practically balling in on himself so that his body appeared as small as possible as he stuttered out to speak. "there was a sandstorm so we had to take shelter! there was some rocks and we dove into this little hole that we saw. but-but... after the storm was over, toadcroak's foot slipped and he stepped too far back into the den and... there was a monitor lizard. he-he-he didnt stand a-a chance... i bolted out when i heard his screams, and when i looked back, all that i was was blood.. i had to keep running. and then i just i got lost and hadnt been able to find my way back to camp."
he lowered his head in shame as tears welled up in his eyes, and thats when viperstrike jumped in again. "lucky for him, i found him out there, so far he was practically in the clan of ra's territory. he doesnt appear to have any injuries; just dehydration and close to starvation." the king was still trying to process; toadcroak had been close to his and viper's age; the three of them had grown up together, & while he never would admit it out loud, he considered the tom to have been a friend. the loss... shaking his head he cleared his throat. "dustpaw, let viperstrike do as she sees fit with you and then go get some rest." he turned his back on the two cats and climbed up to his den's ledge, letting a loud yowl ring out in the oasis. he paused, waiting for all eyes to be on him before he spoke. "a lost member has been returned to us, thank the gods! dustpaw is shaken but uninjured. the unfortunate news, is that dustpaw will need a new mentor. he will be given a week to rest and recuperate before this new mentor will be assigned to him."
his large ears perked up at the sound of voices, and he heard the confusion in the clan as much as he saw it; there were questions about toadcroak circulating between all of the cats. he didnt want to bring it up, but he knew he had to hide his pain & put on a strong face for the clan. letting out a sharp hiss to regain everyones attention, he spoke out again. "toadcroak was killed by a monitor lizard; this is why dustpaw did not return to us, because without toadcroak he, as such a young apprentice, got lost. toadcroak will not be forgotten, and although his ending was not how we had envisioned it, but it was not in vain. we know that he is with the gods now, among the stars. tonight, we will hold a vigil for him starting at sundown; all who are old enough to participate will not sleep nor speak tonight." with a nod of his head to the clan, they dispersed, and he slipped into his den to mourn the loss privately.
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Post by broken on Jul 27, 2019 8:08:28 GMT -8
post three Bonestar took a deep breath as he leapt up onto his den's cleft, letting out a loud meow to catch the clan's attention before he began to speak. “It has been over a week since the return of dustpaw and the loss of toadcroak. dustpaw has had time to rest and rejuvenate, and has been cleared by viperstrike as in good health. and so it is time for him to go back to his hunter training. I have thought long and hard about this decision, and prayed to the gods about their opinion on the matter; together we have come to a conclusion. dustpaw will now be mentored by oryxstreak. they will begin training together today. clan dismissed.”
the grey and white tom tore his eyes away from the king and began to search those in the gathering for his new apprentice. he spotted the small grey form off by himself at the edge of the group, appearing very on edge and jumpy. oryxstreak let out a bit of a sigh; they would have to work on dustpaws fears. he understood; the young apprentice had been through a traumatic experience, and while he may physically be healthy, he clearly had psychological changes that he needed to get over. as the clan began to disperse to do their various assignments and tasks, he approached the skiddish tom, who practically jumped out of his skin when oryxstreak cleared his throat to catch the apprentices attention.
“dustpaw, come. we’ll remain within the oasis today, and just focus on learning some basic fighting moves. while you are going to become a hunter someday, it is important that we still have a basic understanding of how to fight, in the case that danger presents itself unexpectedly.” he bobbed his head in the direction of a small grassy hill that was located on the eastern side of the oasis where the clan called home. it was commonly used my mentor/trainee pairs during initial training sessions with a still young apprentice that was not yet ready to leave the oasis and begin training in the sandy desert. while dustpaw had left the camp before with toadcroak, due to the changes in his personality from the loss of his past mentor, oryxstreak pretty much wanted to start fresh with a clean slate for the apprentice. the small grey tom nodded his head respectfully as he followed his new mentor over to the flat-ish area to begin this new training.
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Post by broken on Aug 12, 2019 18:46:16 GMT -8
post four duskmask was always known as the grumpy fighter who was known for snapping at pretty much everyone who tried to get close to him. he had not been born to the clan, and had to prove his worth to the clan, to the leader before bonestar ruled. the trials to be accepted as one of the clan were incredibly difficult, made so hard so that most outsiders would not successfully be able to pass them, and upon failing would have to be killed so they didnt prove an exposure risk to the clan. but duskmask was tough. he was the age to be accepted as a young warrior, someone old enough to have a history that he didnt want to share or discuss with others. the ragged tabby tom grew up as a street cat in cairo egypt, one of many that had no home or family to call his own. the ones he was born to left him as soon as he was old enough to fend for himself; technically still too young, he was only five moons when his mother left him. he had never known his father, and while he had 3 siblings, they all died before reaching 3 moons. a hard life was all he had ever known; another rogue tom found him and took a form of pity on him. they never had a loving or even kind relationship; it was very much tough love. bear helped him survive until he was fifteen moons old, when a stray dog attacked and killed the older tom. he felt safer wandering the desert for many moons before watching the clan for a few, deciding he wanted to join. it was ten moons ago now.
"come on, lets take a walk." the gray and white tom said, his voice soft as he smiled at the molly that he had been slowly falling for over the last few moons. they climbed out of the little oasis that they called home, and walked in comfortable silence at each others side, their tails twining together subconsciously over time. they made their way towards the nile river; it was the clan's major source of water outside the oasis, but it was also a beautiful place to just sit and talk away from the prying eyes of the clan. the pair climbed up one of the palm trees that lined the edge of the river, laying down close to one another. for awhile, they talked about this and that, anything really to kill time, give them more time together. clearing his throat for a moment, he had to mentally gain the courage to speak before he did. "look, honeybeetle, i need to get something off my chest. recently, we've been getting closer and I.. i'm in love with you honeybeetle. will you be my mate?" his voice began to waver, his confidence lacking as he worried about her answer. the dilute calico purred deeply, immediately rubbing her head against his. "of course oryxstreak. i love you too. i would love nothing more than to be your mate." after that, the pair decided to have some private time together before returning to camp.
after having an excellent start to his week, oryxstreak had pretty much been walking on air, he was in such a good mood. so when he was announced to go out into the desert sands on a hunting patrol with his new mate and his apprentice, he knew that he needed to focus on training his apprentice, honing the young tom's hunting skills. "dustpaw, come. stay at my side. lets see if you can catch some prey today, alright?" he tilted his head in the direction of the camp exit, and the little apprentice followed without a word. dustpaw used to be an energetic young tom, full of life, always smiling and asking questions of everyone he was around. but ever since the poor tom witnessed his previous mentor be killed, practically ripped apart, that completely changed the russian blue. he became much more secluded, very quiet/talking to almost no one, and although he used to be very skiddish directly after the attack, he had been gaining slightly more self-confidence recently.
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Post by broken on Aug 28, 2019 15:09:21 GMT -8
POST FIVE duskmask, adderbark, and sandpatch had been doing a patrol of the scarabclan borders, and an unfamiliar scent drifted across the trio but it was mixed with another smell, one far darker. it had the rust-like scent of blood, as well as this deep musky smell that could only be attributed to one thing; death. the three felines shared a knowing look before silently stalking towards the scent. it was coming from the edge of the nile river, and adderbark had made a quiet comment about it probably being nothing but an unfortunate croc's meal, but duskmask recognized some underlying scent being hidden by the blood and death. it was a scent that he, as a former street cat, was all too familiar with; it was the scent of a rogue who had likely come from the nearby city of cairo, where he himself was from as well. his pace quickened a bit, unable to help but wonder if it was someone that he had known. sandpatch hissed out at him to wait, but he was too focused in now, especially as he spotted the black form curled up underneath a rock, several yards from the river. his nostrils flared as he got close enough to see the whites of the cat's eyes, and as he looked around, he spotted what looked like a blood trail coming from the river and leading to where the body lay; it was a strange pattern, quite wide and flat, and appeared as though the cat had been dragged or had dragged itself from the water's edge. sandpatch approached the river's edge, keeping alert as he took in all the signs, and called out that "it seems as though she had been attacked by a crocodile while swimming across the river. looks like she got away and dragged herself up the river bed, to that rock where she bled out. her injuries were likely too severe." adderbark had already pretty much checked out from the situation, not caring about the cat as its life and death had nothing to do with him, and had leapt up onto the rock to look out at the flat land around them, keeping watch to make sure there was no danger approaching the patrol while the other two focused in on the dead she-cat. duskmask wouldn't walk away though, and instead he took a step closer to the black form; he could have sworn he saw her stomach moving for a moment... he was about to think that he was just seeing things when he heard a tiny mew, and thats when everything clicked for him. "she has a kit!" he gently but forcefully pushed the black molly onto her other side, and it revealed a tiny black and white kit with deep gray eyes that were barely even open; the little creature was hardly a moon old, and was cowering against its mother. he immediately crouched down to make his body as small as possible, softening his eyes and his voice; he was reminded of his mate's little one icekit. "its alright little one. we wont let any harm come to you, i promise. we're going to give you a new home where you will be safe." the black and white kit tried to open its eyes wider to take him in but it couldnt yet, and so it had to decide to trust him or not. taking a step towards him, the little molly was afraid but she tried to sound brave. "i'm aphid. lets go home." the brown tabby tom felt the eyes of his two clanmates on him, clearly having heard him talking to someone, but he picked the little kit up by the nape of her neck, and the trio began to make their way back to class.
there was only one queen-mother currently residing within scarabclan; honeybeetle had recently come out as pregnant and had been moved to the queen-mother's den as she was getting closer to her due-date. as the trio of toms returned to the camp, sandpatch sought out the clan healer to check over the kit for any possible health concerns, however duskmask had a different path. he made his way towards the sweet scent of honeybeetle, who was currently lounging about in front of her new den. it was like her motherly-instincts had already kicked in, because little aphid had barely let out a tiny squeak by the time honeybeetle had waddled over to the tabby tom, who gently set down the black and white kit infront of the calico molly. "honeybeetle, this is aphid. we found her near the border. she lost her family and-" the tom hadn't even gotten around to finishing his sentence before the molly interrupted him, already attempting to groom the dried blood from the kit's coat. "i would love to be your new mother, darling. if you'll have me." the little kit had immediately fallen into the warmth of the soft molly's touch, and had begun to close its eyes, finding comfort in the grooming. "yes please." she whispered out softly, her voice barely audible. the calico purred deeply in her throat, gently nuzzling the kit. "thank you little one. you're name is aphid right? so in the clan we go about names a little different, they become a way of life. so you are, as of today, aphidkit." the calico picked the kit up in her mouth and slipped into her den to continue grooming her, and in a few minutes viperstrike's red and white form could be seen entering the den herself to do a check-up of the kit's overall general health.
dustpaw was absolutely appalled with himself. he had gone training to get his hunting skills up to par with his mentor yesterday, and he had come really close but ultimately failed. he had caught the scent of the gerbils, but as he had stalked up to them, a gust of wind had blown sand in his face, causing him to sneeze and scare the gerbils away. he returned to camp devastated, but thats when he looked to the new tortoiseshell apprentice. autumnpaw had come to the clan as a part of a small group of cats who had sought refuge after the devastating loss of their clan. she had joined scarabclan as a fighter apprentice, but in her previous clan she had already achieved success during her training with hunting. so after he had failed so terribly at his training yesterday, he had gone up to the older apprentice to ask her if she would help him during his next training on hunting. after she agreed, the pair of them had gone to their mentors to seek their permission. he hoped that he would be able to actually catch something this time...
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Post by broken on Sept 17, 2019 15:19:10 GMT -8
post six orchiddapple was a very sweet molly, one who was still very naive about many things, and who trusted far too easily. she was the type of cat who wore her heart openly on her sleeve, and had not yet learned that there were cats who would take advantage of her for this. songweaver, or ivor as he said he liked to be called, was just another in this long list of cats who made their way into her heart without intending to stay. she had met him at the last clan gathering; he was a handsome ginger and white tom with green eyes and a charming smile. everything about him caught her under his spell, and she found herself speaking off with him while the leaders spoke; the pair had messed around a bit, and when their clans left the gathering to return home, she wistfully asked if she'd see him again, to which he made some suave comment that had her swooning. he had remained on her mind in the days following her return home to the scarabclan oasis. she had been confronted by a fighter, frostglaze, about her distracted mind and in admitting her feelings for the hiddenclan tom, the bengal molly had actually laughed at her. frostglaze stated that ivor was a known player, one who flirted with anyone with a pulse and breed with anyone that would let him; all he wanted was to create many progeny to carry on his strong genetics. orchiddapple found herself heartbroken at this announcement, and has become very reclusive since this confrontation occurred.
daisystep had held a protective streak over the young streampaw since shortly after she left the kits den and became an apprentice. at just 6 months old, her mentor had been distracted by the scent of a rogue when he had been teaching streampaw how to fish, and she had fallen into the river. the river itself was very fast moving, and full of sharp jagged rocks; it was said to be a miracle that she hadn't drowned, but daisystep had been passing by on a hunting patrol and heard the young molly's cries; daisystep had rescued streampaw from the river and rushed her to the medicine cats den immediately. her life was saved, but she had severe scarring all over her body that would never heal or go away. streampaw's own parents pretty much disowned her after her accident, and thats when daisystep became like an older sister/mother figure for the young one. daisystep had a forbidden relationship with a tom from another clan, not from love but for the longing to bring kits and thus strength to her clan. When their previous clan fell apart and the clan cats all went their separate ways, streampaw and daisystep stuck together, as they were all each other had. streampaw was smart and she knew that daisystep needed someplace safe to have her kits, and so when they stumbled across a scarabclan patrol by accident, but they were accepted into the clan. streampaw's scars were seen as a strength by the king, that she had fought to survive through something so difficult, and she was allowed to join scarabclan without passing the trials. daisystep was a bit more difficult in bonestar's eye to accept so willingly; she was pregnant and confided in him and thornstar that the father was not from her previous clan, but from another clan. it made him wonder if she would be able to be loyal to his clan, but after thornstar talked with her privately and learned why she had gotten pregnant, she convinced bonestar that daisystep would be loyal to them, and so the nursing mother was also allowed to join the clan without the trial.
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Post by broken on Nov 18, 2019 16:39:43 GMT -8
post seven ghostspirit hardly ever left the clan camp; he was a shaman, who spent most of his time down praying to the gods at the pool of stars. on top of his lack of experince in the actual desert, his white fur had no useful purpose; he stood out at night and during the day he ran the risk of burning under the desert heat, which truly was not making this task they had been assigned any easier. viperstrike hissed in annoyance as she heard ghostspirit trampling along behind her, and turned to stalk towards him, her ears pinned flat against her skull. "if you keep stomping along like you've never hunted before in your life, we will never get this bloody thing over with. so can you please, for the love of the gods, just focus on walking quietly so that i can actually catch one of these stupid little things?!" the quiet tom felt his ice blue eyes widen as the healer snapped at him, keeping his mouth shut as he nodded his head silently, which seemed to appease the white & red bicolor enough to turn away from him. the pair had been out since before the sun came up, and it felt like every time they came close to catching anything, something happened to scare it off at the last moment. after her harsh words, the pure white tom took time with every step he took, keeping his blue eyes locked on the ground before him as he made sure each pawstep was not going to upset his partner. this focus on his steps caused him to run right into viperstrike's hind end as she came to a quick stop; her body tensed in annoyance, & he knew if she wasnt so focused on the little black creature infront of her, she would have turned and whacked him on the nose. viperstrike's green eyes were locked on a black curled tail that was peaking through the sand in a small rocky patch, and her lips curled into a smirk; finally, she could end this. in one swift motion, she pounced, one paw holding the tail down as the other snapped the poisonous stinger off. the arachnid squirmed out of the sand, trying to turn to grab her with its front pincers, but she quickly bit off its head, ending the movement so the creature lay limp in her mouth. "come on, stop staring, lets go already." she hissed out through the scorpion in her mouth, bounding back towards the hidden oasis that their clan called home. ghostspirit sighed deeply as he followed the larger molly, not at all excited by the ceremony facing them back at camp.
by the time the pair scaled the rocky outcroppings that surrounded their camp, the sun had set and the moon had risen high into the sky. the yellow eyes of the fighter standing watch landed on the pair of them, and adderbark smirked at how annoyed viperstrike looked. "took you long enough." he chuckled out, not even bothered when the molly hissed at him in response to his words. the bulky tom quickly scaled to the highest rock before letting out three loud yowls to wake up all clan cats who had gone to bed, instead of waiting for the pair of cats to return from their task. two cats that had not fallen asleep were the king and queen; thornstar sat calmly off to the side of their den, her green eyes locked on the pacing form of her mate. bonestar had been pacing back and forth along the length of their den since the sun had set, never expecting the pair to take so long to catch one tiny scorpion. he had muttered things like 'what if there was a sandstorm', 'what if she got stung and was lying dead somewhere', 'what if she got so annoyed with ghostspirit that she attacked him and felt guilty returning to camp without him'; among other things. however, as he heard the deep yowls of adderbark, he raced to the lip of the den, his blue eyes locked on the forms of his sister and the shaman. he joined the fighter in calling the clan to awaken with a piercing yowl, causing his mate to shake her head slightly as she joined him at his side. viperstrike & ghostspirit climbed the rocky walls to their leaders' den as the rest of the cats awoke from their sleep and gathered together at the base of the den wall. viperstrike took a seat next to her brother, as ghostspirit went to the other side and took a seat next to his sister.
bonestar quickly nudged his sister in greeting before taking a step forward to address the clan. "they have returned from their hunt! ghostspirit and viperstrike together have brought us a fat-tailed scorpion, a prosperous sign that the gods have accepted them as a mated pair! from this day until they breath their last, viperstrike and ghostspirit will be bound in a way none can break. now, would you two please join me to share this scorpion together and symbolize to the clan the official start of your lives together?" he gestured with his head for them to join him, and so the two cats stepped forward, facing one another as viperstrike placed the scorpion's body between the two of them. thornstar now stepped forward to speak to the clan; "as they share this symbol of their combined strength, join me in chanting their names into the night sky, lifting them high to the gods." as the white oriental and the bicolor oriental munched down on the crispy arachnid, it was a good thing that the rest of the clan was too far off to see how frustrated the pair were. viperstrike's claws were retracting in and out, digging into the hard ground beneath her as hard as she possibly could, and whil ghostspirit's claws remained sheathed, his tail was flicking around at a rapid pace to show his own annoyance. much like their siblings, they had been assigned mates practically since they were born; very few cats within the clan were forced to follow this old-fashioned tradition, but unfortunately for them, viperstrike/bonestar's father blackjackal as well as ghostspirit/thornstar's father coyotehowl were both of that same mindset. luckily for one of the two pairs, they had actually grown feelings for one another as they grew up, and were more than happy to take one another as mates; that was thornstar and bonestar. but it was not as pleasant of an experience for viperstrike or ghostspirit; ghostspirit had known since he was an apprentice that he was only attracted to other toms, and viperstrike had a secret of her own; she already had a mate, bitterstem who was the healer of their neighboring clan, steamclan.
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Post by broken on Dec 1, 2019 17:21:52 GMT -8
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the dainty calico had had a fairly normal pregnancy; it was her first litter of kits, which to some may seem a bit odd as she was 42 moons old, but unlike some cats who find their mates when they are young, she had only met oryxstreak upon her arrival to the deserts that scarabclan called home. she and oryxstreak had a slow romance, taking at least a dozen moons to get to know each other; he called it courting, something she had never before heard of but liked the sound of. the only thing that honeybeetle didnt like about being pregnant was that she couldn't really leave the oasis that the clan called camp. it was more difficult to climb once she was so large, so clambering up the rocks to leave camp was just not possible for her at the moment. she felt a bit odd, waddling around the camp like a bloated whale, and she couldnt help but feel a bit useless, as she was unable to do her regular job and hunt to feed her clan. but that morning, it was like she knew something was different, was changing. she waddled her way to viperstrike's den, panting deeply as she felt this pain inside of her that she had never felt before. her eyes sought out the healer, only to find viperstrike no where to be seen, but the healer apprentice was sorting through herbs. "brookpaw, its happening, the kits - they're coming!" the queen squeaked out her words, and the apprentice felt her eyes widening in surprise. brookpaw raced out of the den for a moment, hollering about someone getting viperstrike and that honeybeetle's kits were coming. several cats raced out of the camp to find the healer, while several others went searching for the queen's mate so that he could be there when the kits arrived.
several hours later, the dilute calico queen was finally able to relax back in the nursery, with two little kits curled up against her stomach, and her mate standing behind her with a purr rumbling deep within his throat. according to viperstrike and brookpaw, the birth went very smoothly with no complications whatsoever, so the first time mother was happy that everything went the way it should have. honeybeetle looked up as she heard paws approaching, and both the king and queen entered the nursery quietly. the oriental tabby queen smiled at the new family, and in a hushed voice spoke to the pair. "honeybeetle, oryxstreak, congratulations on your two beautiful kits. viperstrike told us both are healthy, which is wonderful news." once she finished speaking, the flamepoint king stepped forward to offer his wishes. "have you two decided on names yet? your kits are the first born this year, and the clan is eager to hear about them." the gray tom shared a look with his nursing mate, bending down to rub his forehead against hers softly, whispering something in her ear. honeybeetle looked up at her rulers as a sweet smile came to her face, her gentle voice quiet to not wake her sleeping kits. "yes we have. the first time we met, oryxstreak shared a toad with me from the prey pile. as an homage to how we met, both kits will have toad related names. the cream tom is canekit, and the tortoiseshell molly is mantellakit." the scarabclan king and queen shared a knowing look before smiling at the little family. bonestar lowered his head and backed out of the den to leave them alone, but as thornstar headed for the exit she turned her head around to say one final thing; "they are perfect names. the clan will be excited to meet them when they are older."
ghostspirit had been spending more time than normal down at the pool of stars talking with the gods and the ancestors; he had this unshakable feeling that something was coming, something that was big and would change the clan. he had not yet gotten a true prophecy, and he felt like everytime he went into the pool he saw things through a blurry haze; like a sandstorm that was blurring his vision. but finally, he got something to mull over, to try and decipher. the white tom was out in the middle of the desert, but the three gods were no where to be seen, nor could he hear any of the ancestors. there was a strong sandstorm raging, and he could barely keep his paws on the ground. but then out of no where a falcon came shooting out of the sky and landed infront of him; the large bird was bigger than he was, but he knew this falcon, and immediately he bowed to the god. "my god Ra, please, I beg of you to share something with me of the future of the clan, anything." the falcon said nothing, it shared not a single word, but it seemed to have something in its beak, which after careful consideration, it dropped at ghostspirit's paws before shooting off like a bullet through the sky again. the tom was ripped from the vision and torn back into the real world, his heavy breathing racking his entire body, but it was the insect at his paws that his blue eyes were locked on. "a locust? what does this mean..."
the tom had hardly gotten any sleep that night; he was in his den, in his nest yes, but he was tossing and turning, trying but failing to determine the meaning behind the locust, which he still had sitting in the corner of his den staring at him. he was awoken by a hair-raising feeling causing the fur along his spine to raise, and he slunk to the mouth of his den, his blue eyes peering out at the oasis that scarabclan called home. was there... a ghost standing on top of the mouth of the gods? there was a small pale cat form, and for a moment he believed that he was truly staring at a spirit, standing up on the tip of the cobras head rock that lead down to their most sacred pool of stars.. the silence of the night was cut short by a screech as the cat was tackled by a much larger form. you couldnt really see it, but the dark tabby tom was adderbark, who had been standing guard when the strange cat had found their secret home. and he crept up the cobras head rock to tackle the smaller oriental cat from behind, and the two cats came tumbling down the rocky cliffs in a totally ungraceful way that lead to bumps, bruises, and bleeding cuts on both of the cats as they finally reached the grassy floor. the small apprentice-aged tom was easily pinned by the older, stronger fighter who seemed ready to slit the intruders throat without a second thought. the flamepoint form of the clans king came barreling down from his den, hurling harsh words at the loner, asking how he found their oasis, who had told him or who he had followed, what his plans were, and threatening to kill him before he had even a second to respond to one of the questions thrown at him.
he didnt know what really took over his body; ghostspirit was normally a very passive cat, one who never fought or hardly even argued. but it was like the falcon form of Ra had grabbed him by the shoulders and flung him off the side of his den-cliff and onto the ground where a crowd of cats was gathering around the intruder. he didnt think before acting, something he absolutely never did, and his lean form tackled the much larger fighter off of the cream-point apprentice, flinging him to the side before curling around and standing over the bleeding youngsters form. his ears pinned flat against his skull as he bared his fangs at the king, his blue eyes shining out in the darkness in an eerie way, and it almost was like a mist rose up from Anubis' hell pits and surrounded the tom at that moment, truly making him look like the ghost that was his namesake. "this tom is locustpaw, and he has been sent here by the god Ra. he found our oasis because Ra showed him where to go. i received a vision about him shortly before going to bed this evening. he is to become my apprentice, he is the future shaman of scarabclan. he will not be harmed, or the wrath of the gods will be upon us."
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Post by broken on Jan 1, 2020 6:34:15 GMT -8
post nine ghostspirit never really thought he would find love; he was a newborn still when he was assigned his future rank and his future mate. he knew that he was gay from a young age; he never felt himself be attracted to any of the mollies like the other toms. he thought mollies were fine friends but he couldnt foresee himself actually falling in love with one. of course, he knew he had to be with viperstrike, so he just believed that he would live his entire life without ever experiencing love. but then he met agaricthroat by pure chance at a gathering, and his entire life changed. the handsome tom had approached his grumpy self as he was sitting off to the side, not really wanting to be at the gathering after a terrible journey arguing with his 'mate'. they clicked instantly, and within a few moons his feelings for the tom grew exponentially. shortly after that, the pair met sunsplash; the molly's bright personality and sweet disposition made both of the toms laugh, and they all considered each other close friends. ghostspirit and agaricthroat had discussed coming out about their secret romance to sunsplash at the next gathering, and as they lead her aside to have the discussion, she came right out and said she already knew (she could tell from being so close to them and watching them interact), and she was more than willing to surrogate for them if they ever wanted kits.
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thornstar had to get her suspicions confirmed, not only by brookpaw but also by viperstrike. she had been feeling a bit off lately, not having as much energy as normal, and personally thought she had begun to gain weight fast. brookpaw had stated that she agreed with thornstar's belief, but the queen was not content without the opinion of the senior healer, and so she had waited for viperstrike to return from her desert outing. but as soon as the healer returned, she bombarded her with her suspicions, and the moment that viperstrike made eye contact with her and nodded her head, she clambered her way out of the healers den and up the cliffside to the den she shared with her mate. the tabby molly practically tackled her mate to the floor, nuzzling her face against his chest with a purr rumbling deep in her chest. bonestar chuckled loudly as he asked "well what's this about, what did I do?" the molly leaned forward to touch noses with the pale tom as she spoke; "i'm pregnant. we're going to be parents bonestar!"
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viperstrike had spent the last several days over in the steamclan territory, sharing medicinal knowledge with their clan healer, known as a rust mender. bitterstem was the one cat in the entire world she felt like she could trust with her heart and soul; she was known for being brutally honest but keeping her inner feelings to herself. not with him though. he had stolen her heart, something the snarky molly had never thought possible, and recently she came to a realization; she was expecting his kits, and she was overjoyed by the thought of having kits with the love of her life, her best friend. she needed to head back to scarabclan soon, and she wanted to tell the havana tom before she returned to the oasis camp. they were alone in his den, shuffling through herbs and conversing in quiet tones. her voice got even softer, more hushed, as she finally brought the topic up. "hey bitterstem. there's something i've gotta tell you, and if i dont just say it straight out, well hell am i even me?" she chuckled a little sarcastically at her own comment. "i'm pregnant. don't freak out, we can do this okay?" before she had even finished speaking, she could see the look of shock and panic on his face, his mouth starting to gape open and his eyes widening so the whites showed. the molly glance at the den opening to make sure no one was watching before she leaned forward to lick his forehead and nudge his shoulder. "i have a plan okay? just trust me baby."
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his life had never been easy by any means. he has vague memories of life before scarabclan; his parents were always fighting, but his brother was his best friend. however, one day there was a particularly nasty fight, and the family was split in half. their father took lakekit and their mother took coalkit and they went off in opposite directions. he was 4 moons old at the time, and his mother met a tragic end due to severe burns to her pink skin and severe dehydration. coalkit was found curled up against his mother's body by a scarabclan patrol, and he used up the last of his energy trying to fight oryxstreak, the tom who picked him up. his stubborn streak showed the clan cats that he had fight in him, a will to live, even though he fell unconscious shortly after. he was stubborn his entire life, determined to become a fighter even though he was ridiculed horribly for being so different. so when many cats first looked at him, all they saw was his scars and assumed he was a mean/nasty tom. so several gatherings ago when he first came across another hairless sphynx cat; brindlewhisker of pineclan was a stunning tortoiseshell molly and he immediately approached her in a desire to connect with someone who may have experienced life in a similar way to him. turns out she was very laidback and calm, but she also had this charismatic way about her that got his blood rushing. she wasn't necessarily someone he saw himself being with in the long run, as she was a bit too lax for his tight-ass, but he had fun around her.
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