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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Oct 10, 2008 20:32:57 GMT -5
You never left me
A single form stood at the edge of the Shrine, staring into the darkened depths. Even though it was morning, the Shrine was dim and dismal, and it stank of death and ruin. At first glance, you could mistake this form for its master but when one looked closer, the comparisons were profound. This form was that of a she-cat, bent with age and baring more scars that the dead master of this house. "My son," she murmured.
Something echoed something back at her but the whispers simply flew by her aging ears. However, her alert eyes caught the flitter of a gray belly and blue eyes. Ghostlystar had told her what had happened, and Auroradance now wanted to see the battleground for herself.
She sighed. "What could've caused his madness?" She was referring to Hollowstripe.
ooc;// Open for anyone, put only one or two. Please be aware that you will be witnessing Aurora's death.
Auroradance
The rising sun
Will always speak your name
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Post by SHADE. :D on Oct 11, 2008 9:52:26 GMT -5
quailpaw Her sleek coat caught the light as she padded beneath the treetops. Her white paws were like freshly fallen snow on the crunchy red leaves underpaw. She shook herself, light dazzling along her spine. Her coat, rich chocolate, striped with ebony, was at it's full beauty. Quailpaw herself had grown to be quite beautiful, her face angular and eyes wide and a bright lime green. The apprentice looked up at the sky. It was pale blue, scudded with clouds. It was unusually hot for a mid-autumn day. The she-cat exhaled happily. A bird fluttered in the bushes nearby, but she made no move to catch it. She was perfectly contented, sat here in the sunshine, her eyes shut and her mind relaxed.
// I'll make her run to the Shrine when Hollowers attacks. |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Oct 11, 2008 12:08:43 GMT -5
You never left me
She stepped forward, not hearing anything except for the echo. There was also a slight humming noise striking up, and then it became louder, like a chanting. She didn't understand the language, even with her knowledge of other animal tongues. Auroradance--oh, it was hard calling herself that--looked left and right...then slowly forward. Blood-speckled blue eyes stared at her a pawlength away. Her screams were silenced almost instantly as black shadows snapped out and dragged her in. A single bony wing stretched out, waving its tattered skin high. She didn't feel pain.
When Auroradance opened her eyes, she was floating in a wispy world of white. A single black figure stood below her, his head bent. The one wing was folded to his side, blood trickling from the tips.
"Mother?"
The elder cocked her head. "Mother? Yes, I suppose you could call me that." She was 'mother' to many things. Hollow. Sage. Ash. Jet. She wondered about them but those thoughts were quickly wiped away.
Auroradance stared down at the tomcat, realizing that she was floating. She hovered down and touched his ear. He lifted up his head.
"I know you...Hollowstripe. You killed my son."
"I'm sorry, mother."
Auroradance smiled gently. "It's alright, dear. You can come with me...when you're ready."
The tom's expression brightened, tears forming at the edge of his starburst blue eyes. He leapt up, holding out his paws to her. She smiled at him, pulling him into her embrace as one of the ancestors.
The darkness over the Everglades had vanished, along with the items in the shrine. A cool wind blew, leaving the body of Aurora in the Shrine. It was right that she should be buried there, next to her son.
Auroradance
The rising sun
Will always speak your name
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Post by SHADE. :D on Oct 12, 2008 9:54:04 GMT -5
quailpaw Her lime green eyes opened wide in shock, as she heard a sharp scuffling, and what sounded like... Like a scream. But before she could identify the sound, it was cut off. Silenced. The dainty apprentice got to her snowy paws, her expression confused, and a little fearful. No. Don't be pathetic, Quailpaw. It's probably nothing. Shaking herself, Quailpaw headed through the trees, her white-tipped tail raised. She was nearing the Shrine. She shivered as a wave of cold rippled over her body. She didn't like it here. It was creepy. Her realist nature shoved all thoughts of ghosts and ghouls aside. Quailpaw stepped out of a screen of ferns. She gasped at what she saw. The body of a black and white cat, blood blossoming from her pelt. At first the apprentice didn't recognize her. Then she remembered. It was Auroradance!
Quailpaw ran to the limp body, and shook the warrior's shoulder. "A.. Auroradance?" She looked wildly from side to side. "Auroradance? Are you alright?" She pressed her ear to the she-cat's chest. She could hear no comforting heartbeat. A flash of fear ripped through Quailpaw, and she threw back her head. "Help! Somebody help!" |
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Oct 14, 2008 14:36:28 GMT -5
Grainpelt hadn't been doing anything in particular, but if you wanted a good description I would say he was thinking hard about everything that had happened in the last few moons, ever since Pecankit had returned and he had been made deputy. He had managed to catch a good-sized vole but he hadn't really been paying attention, the stupid thing had practically walked right into his claws. Either way, when he heard the screams - yes, the screams - he had been on his way back to camp with his meanger catch. He dropped the vole immediately when he heard the first scream, one of an older she-cat, and by the time the other one reached his ears he was already speeding towards the source of the cries. When he got there he saw something that he never would forget, and no, it wasn't Auroradance lying there with blood over her body, though that image would haunt him for a while yet. It was the oddness of the area that made him halt and glance around, before he realized that he was being stupid and he had to help Auroradance. It was a strange area protected by a wall of ferns and brambles, somewhere he had never seen before on BrightClan territory. The sun trickled through the treetops and the ferns seemed to reach up to it, waving their leaf-hands in the air and beckoning for more sunlight.
The tom snapped out of it in time to see Quailpaw, an apprentice, standing a few feet away from Auroradance. She must have been the second scream, the strangled cry for help. Without thinking he grabbed Auroradance's scruff, terrified when he felt how light and limp she seemed. "Run ahead to camp!" he ordered Quailpaw through his teeth, gently pulling Auroradance along in the way he had been taught to treat an injured cat as an apprentice. [/blockquote] |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Oct 15, 2008 10:08:03 GMT -5
quailpaw The sleek-coated chocolate tabby's white paws shook as she stared down at Auroradance's body. She had never seen so much blood before. What could have happened to her? Tears filled her eyes, and though she tried desperately to push them away, they fell, wetting her thin face. The apprentice wailed again, her call echoing around the tall trees. She needed help! Was nobody listening...? She felt hysteria growing inside of her. In Quailpaw, the prim, proper little apprentice who was constantly reminding others to keep their feelings in check. She was on the brink of a full-bodied screech when, in a flash\of bracken-coloured tabby stripes, Grainpelt appeared. Quailpaw stumbled backwards, out of the deputy's way. Her breathing turned to ragged sobs. At the tom's order she nodded shakily. The apprentice turned and hurtled from the clearing, one of her snowy white paws catching on a trailing bramble so that she tripped and tumbled over. After righting herself, snivelling, Quailpaw rushed on, the wind chilling her damp cheeks. |
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