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Post by SHADE. :D on Nov 10, 2008 11:52:37 GMT -5
spectreflame She felt... Odd. Like she was falling. Except, she wasn't. Or she could've been. She couldn't really tell. All her senses had been wiped, as though her eyes had been blinded, her ears covered, her mouth clamped shut. All she knew was that she was here. She was no longer a drifting spirit. She had presence. And it was weird. Parts of her body were tingling, as though the skin were rearranging itself. She knew it had some significance, but she couldn't recall why. Abruptly, the tingling stopped and she crashed into hard earth. Spectreflame opened her eyes. She remembered. She was Spectreflame, MoonClan warrioress. She had a mate, Crestedfire, and three kits. Then it dawned on her. Crestedfire was dead. She had seen him die. And by the looks of it, she had joined him. The longhaired white she-cat glanced from side to side, her ice blue eyes confused.
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Post by all out JINX ♥ on Nov 10, 2008 12:58:20 GMT -5
. Ghostnight .
. I'm in the lost and found, sitting on the shelf . A silver outlined black male stepped lightly on the air, his ice-blue orbs gentle with the loneliness he felt without his former clan, his thin black tail was curled over his paws as he waited for the white fae. The muscular male watched as his former clan-mate appeared, his handsome blue orbs looked at Spectreflame sadly, she has kits too. Ghostnight stared at the white female with sorrow and welcome in his eyes, 'Greetings, Spectreflame. Welcome to StarClan,' His voice followed the wind but it was strong and husky sounding like his brothers was. The male almost expected the white fae's mate to appear but he didn't know if he would or not, the short-haired warrior found it harder to greet the ones who have died from his own former clan. Ghostnight almost wanted to scrape away the clouds to look for his sister again but he restrained himself as his midnight black wings flickered out to stretch. He looked at Spectreflame expecting her not to trust him as many hadn't when he joined the clan from being a rogue in Chaosfire's band. He just stared now not expecting a greeting but a frantic dead mother to look for her kits and dead mate. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Nov 11, 2008 11:58:45 GMT -5
spectreflame Her head was spinning. She jumped as a cat padded towards her. She recognized Ghostnight, and narrowed her eyes. She had never liked the tom. She hadn't trusted him. "Where's Crestedfire?" Her voice was defiant. She wanted to see her mate. The longhaired she-cat stared into the distance. "Do you... Do you know if my kits are alright?" Her mouth was dry. Her babies had lost both their mother and their father in one day. But Spectreflame would have been unable to carry on without Crestedfire. She'd only agreed to nurse the kits because of him. Spectreflame turned, looking at Ghostnight properly for the first time. "StarClan?" |
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Post by all out JINX ♥ on Nov 15, 2008 10:41:56 GMT -5
. Ghostnight .
. I'm in the lost and found, sitting on the shelf . Ghostnight sighed when he saw that same look upon her face that always happened to be there when they were both alive, his ice-blue orbs went to the faded ground with distress. 'Spectreflame, I don't know where your mate is. Usually no one can find each other in the skies, you don't know if your going to the dark side or the light side of the sky.' His black wings twitched when she started talking again, his head wouldn't be able to take any yelling if she started to. He had to cope in the skies but all he had ever wanted to do was walk on solid ground and run with his sister and hunt with his clan. That wish wouldn't ever come true because he had saved Doveflight and he had known it would be a killing shot the way he had been positioned. If he had fought with Windstrike with wings he was sure that one would have been torn off. Ghostnight scraped away the cloud that was at his paws to reveal MoonClan camp, the camp came closer and closer until you could make out every cats colour of pelt.
'All three are there,' His black paw pointed to where the white warrioresses body lay next to her mates, three kits were curled up in between their dead parents. His cold coloured eyes looked at the white warrioress again with a deep sigh escaping his maw, 'I am here to accept you into StarClan, the place of peace and serenity. We are wise here and we can watch over the ones we love but only aloud to watch over one.' Ghostnight stretched his midnight black wings so they wouldn't just be sitting there doing nothing. 'Though's who have wings are the guardian's of a cat in their clan or a relation to them. If you see any StarClanners without the wings then they have chosen not to be a guardian.' The black male stepped directly in front of Spectreflame, he has never gotten to do this before and he hoped the white fae would allow him to. 'Spectreflame of MoonClan, do you want the responsibility of a guardian, to visit and be a conscious to anyone in your clan?' If she said yes Ghostnight would give her wings. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Nov 17, 2008 11:26:48 GMT -5
spectreflame The longhaired she-cat's light blue eyes glistened with pain at the tom's words. So she was unlikely to find her mate? Ever? The she-cat hung her head. But as Ghostnight padded back from where she was standing, she pricked up her ears and moved forward. Her heart swelled as she looked at her three kits, wailing into their fur. She had left them. Pushing away the thoughts, she listened to Ghostnight. A guardian? She glanced back at her kits. She could only guard one of them. Nymphkit could take care of herself, though the loss would effect her greatly. Hornetkit would probably screech at the thought of having a guardian. And little Forestkit... The queen shook her head as though trying to clear it. No. She couldn't just watch over one of them. So... Who? Then it came to her. She raised her head and blinked at Ghostnight. "I will watch over Shardfeather, if that's alright," she mewed. |
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