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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jan 4, 2009 2:29:35 GMT -5
Seven kings will ride on the wind up towards the mountains high
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] Ghostlystar The thing that distinguished him from every single guardian except for one other cat was the dragon-like wing that was folded by his furry side. His son Hollowstripe shared his sin but it was Ghostlystar whose cross was bigger. It was here in the Harmonic Reaches next to the wall of mist that the ex-leader made his home. He barely considered himself worthy of StarClan's acceptance so he stayed away from them unless he was needed for some reason or another--such as Grainstar's ceremony.
The black gray-bellied tom sat down, half-hiding in the darkness and whimpering the slightest bit. He wished sometimes that he hadn't done what he did but he couldn't really do anything to change such a fate.
ooc;// Draggers, please?And the only sound that will break the air is the warrior's bitter cry
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jan 4, 2009 7:21:08 GMT -5
dragonflydance StarClan had been kind to her. They had forgiven her. They had overlooked her sins, and allowed her to be part of their ranks. But still, she felt unworthy of their mercy. She was a traitor to her clan. These were the words that floated through her brain as she sailed through the skies that were real only to StarClanners. Her wings, pale blue like her eyes, were outstretched. She had chosen to watch over her only living kit, Kitewhistle. A kit that should have never existed, but whom she loved nonetheless. Joining StarClan had reunited her with many cats. Her dead daughter. Her deceased siblings. The former CloudClan leader, Mousestar, Cagedstar, Dawnstar... She remembered each one, some of them from her kithood, before she was even apprenticed as a medicine cat. And Bluewhisker, her mother's grandfather, and an ancient medicine cat of CloudClan.
But there was one cat who she had not seen. The one cat it had all been for. Ghostlystar. The BrightClan tom, the BrightClan leader, who she had loved, and who had loved her. And their love had ultimately been their demise. And she could sense him, always there, on the edge of her vision, but never seen him. Her heart warmed as his familiar scent, washed over with starlight, hit her nose. She arched downward and landed lightly on her four paws and padded to him. Her snow white fur was like a swathe of stars. "Ghostlystar." |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jan 4, 2009 16:12:13 GMT -5
Seven kings will ride on the wind up towards the mountains high
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] Ghostlystar He was humming a song under his breath when he heard his name being called. The leader turned and lifted his head about as eagerly as a small child. Any sadness seen had been pushed away when he saw Dragonflydance and the reptilian-winged tom turned and galloped toward his star-crossed lover.
The sable-furred animal paused a kittenlength away from her, looking almost frightened. The excitement in his electric-blue eyes dampened slightly. "Ya ain't gonna get in trouble fer seein' me?" Ghostlystar mumbled, staring down. He was still a bit paranoid that they were going to get caught like how it was back at home. His one wing extended its tattered skin, touching Dragonflydance's soft pelt with one bony finger and its curled black talon.
And the only sound that will break the air is the warrior's bitter cry
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jan 9, 2009 10:42:33 GMT -5
dragonflydance The slim white she-cat smiled as she watched the jet black tom's expression change. Here, there were no boundaries. Even if StarClan had told her not to see her love, she would not have complied. She'd rather face DeathClan than be seperated from Ghostlystar now that her life was non-existant. But at least she had left somebody behind. Both of them had. Dragonflydance blinked her sky blue eyes as Ghostlystar hesitated, extending a wing to touch her snowy pelt. She was shocked at his wings. Her's were thickly feathered, beautiful. And so were every other guardian's she had seen here. But not Ghostlystar's. They were almost reptillian, and shocking to see. But she managed to mask the emotion, as she had learnt to do upon falling for the BrightClan leader. "What can they do to me now?" the words were mostly happy; but a little bitterness punctured them. She looked into the tom's eyes. The last time she had done this was seconds before she had thrown herself into the fray, desperation to stop the fight making her reckless. She didn't know who, but somebody had struck her a blow that had ended her life. It could have been her son. It could have been her love.
It could have been anybody at all. |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jan 9, 2009 15:32:04 GMT -5
Seven kings will ride on the wind up towards the mountains high
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] Ghostlystar His voice was somber as he replied in his lilting tone. "They could give ya this?" Ghostlystar murmured, looking up balefully at his reptilian wing. He smiled wistfully and flapped his wing before turning his piercing gaze over to Dragonflydance. He trembled slightly, quaking under her noble visage. To be honest, he did not think himself to be worthy of having visitors, especially not the beautiful medicine cat who he had forsaken his life for and attacked kin and kind after her death. Oh, poor Stormfeather. He had not scryed BrightClan and so could not (and did not want to) read her. He wondered how she was surviving, or if they ridiculed her for Ghostlystar's rampage.
And the only sound that will break the air is the warrior's bitter cry
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jan 18, 2009 4:56:59 GMT -5
dragonflydance Dragonflydance eyed Ghostlystar's wing thoughtfully, then shrugged. She didn't much care for her own. She couldn't have cared if they were decaying. She barely glanced at them. They didn't matter to her. The slim white she-cat noticed the thoughts swimming in her love's eyes, and her heart, which would never truly beat again, thudded with pain. The former medicine cat took a step forward and pressed her muzzle to his inky cheek. It felt good to breathe in his long-forbidden scent and not have to worry about the concequences. The beautiful she-cat drew back, her sky blue eyes glistening with regret and guilt. "I'm so sorry, Ghostlystar. I ruined your life." The she-cat did not look up again. She had taken a while to come to this conclusion, but she was sure it was true. He had had everything, a mate, kits, a clan who respected and looked up to him... She had taken it all away. |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jan 18, 2009 17:28:14 GMT -5
Seven kings will ride on the wind up towards the mountains high
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] Ghostlystar He laughed huskily when she rubbed against him. "Ya didn't ruin me, love. I chose t'b'wit'ya, t'follow ya even after ya said we shouldn't b't'gether." He gestured when his paw. "I know I shouldn't have done that t'm'children but Frostedwing's th'only one left and she's with Grainstar, so she's in good paws. Stormfeather...ya already know 'bout that." He had gone back to Dragonflydance because he felt like he and Stormfeather had grown apart. She probably wondered how he claimed to be too busy for her but had time to go romping around the border. Ghostlystar sighed.
"M'Clan." He sighed. "They don't know, unless Grainstar or someone who fought at th'skirmish announced it. I told Grainstar what happened at his ceremony." He looked up, electric-blue eyes glinting slightly as he sidled next to her. "I took away y'ar medicine cat position. Y'ar poor apprentice is stranded without a mentor...." And the only sound that will break the air is the warrior's bitter cry
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