Warrior Clan Cats

The future's in your paws. Shape it well.

Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Characters : Ferretnose, Aspenheart, Beepaw, Tanglepaw
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PostSubject: What We Really Are.    What We Really Are.  Icon_minitimeSat Oct 05, 2019 1:01 pm

ooc: this takes place after the October Gathering, but before the Shadow versus Sky patrol.

Sandblaze's paws dragged in the dirt, heavy with the burden of truth he had to tell.

It had been so long since that night. Everything just kept getting in the way. On top of it all, he couldn't be sure his siblings would keep the secret, or handle it well. Cardinalpaw was in ShadowClan, forging a new life for herself. She was happy. Finally, Sandblaze had come to terms with it. He felt he was more mature than he gave himself credit for. He attributed it to all he had witnessed in the past few moons. He wasn't sad, or nostalgic, or even scared anymore. He understood that there could be no true understanding of their lives unless he let go of this final load. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was what they all needed. Home was not a place in the forest, or where they could be with one another at a moment's notice, but in the bonds of blood and brotherhood. No matter how far they fled, they would always be home in each other. If only he was this great with spoken words.

He began to see two halves of himself. Sandblaze was fearsome, ruthless. A warrior that honored SkyClan with his wily nature and unwillingness to back down. Sandblaze was fun, competitive, and sometimes unfeeling. He made himself to be the idealistic warrior, scars and all. Arno was not this way. Arno walked with the passion of his father, a love that was unyielding. He was a restless wanderer, an idealist, a cat who grew up in the untamed mountains only to be sealed away in a great cage. Sandblaze denied Burningsun, attacked a ThunderClan warrior, and called out for justice when none was found. Arno ran down the mountainside with his brothers and sister, chased the wild birds through the trees, and explored Twolegplace with a fat kittypet. He was not one or the other, not the bird or the cage, but the duality. For all he understood himself, he told no one. He feigned bullheadedness. He survived. He did not think of himself, rather his siblings and his clan. Arno and Sandblaze. Loner and Warrior. Black and White. For the good of them all, Arno would tell the truth.

He called his brothers out to the forest at the very crack of dawn. They walked slowly, talking quietly about this or that. It was nothing serious: this was Sandblaze. Arno controlled his limbs, leaping over rocks and low-hanging branches, a game of tag. Then, they reached the creek. He sat down, beckoning his brothers beside him, and began.

"This is real. I wouldn't lie to you... you know that," Arno said quietly. "Would you like to know where Cardinalpaw's rogue name came from?

"There was a she-cat. She was beautiful. A SkyClanner, see? And there was a tomcat. He was ginger, large, and a loner. He had many mates. His children still run through these woods. A litter in every clan. Well, his tomkit came to me in StarClan. He died in the flood, just before we were born. He was called Tanglekit, but he went by another name. His father gave each kit a loner's name, in case they ever found the life of a clanner too unbearable, they could follow him. He died in that huge battle. Do you remember? All the fur and teeth and claws? She tried to fight a dog... Maplekit. Delta. He told me about this tom who met the SkyClan she-cat, and they had a litter. Six kittens. Two of them died, but the other four? They grew up among the clan, believed to have a SkyClan father. The only two who knew about all this were Amberdawn and Mintwhisker. They're both gone now, but Amberdawn promised one of the kits that their secret would never be revealed to Tinystar. For their mother's sake. For Firflower's sake."

Arno rose to his paws, looking to Lightfang. "Caspian." To Swallowflight. "Calder."

Arno lowered his voice. "And I am Arno. We are the sons of Starlord the rogue.” He looked down at the water of the creek, watching the steady flow. When he looked up, Sandblaze was the one who met his siblings’ eyes. ”We just can't catch a break, can we?” he laughed. ”But it's not so bad, I think. It explains a lot. We're not bound to this place anymore. We are the only cats in the entire forest with the blood of Firflower and Starlord. We're bound to each other, you know? We can go anywhere, do anything, and it doesn't matter. ‘Cause we're all going to have each other… no matter where we are in the forest. Do you get it? I'm telling you this because… well, you deserve to know.”

The wind ruffled the fur on his back. ”It used to feel like a burden. Now, I feel free. How does it make you feel?”

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PostSubject: Re: What We Really Are.    What We Really Are.  Icon_minitimeSun Oct 06, 2019 12:20 am

His talk with Burningsun had happened under the glow of a nearly-full moon. This meeting was different. Sandblaze woke them, or at least woke Lightfang, and in a matter of minutes, he was padding under the trees beside his brothers, picking out fallen leaves and twigs obscured by the bare light of dawn. Clearly, they had a destination—Sandblaze was guiding them, albeit subtly—but they were in no hurry. The path they took was slow and leisurely. They walked it together. Too much time had passed since they’d gotten to talk like this, no trials, no frantic searches, no other cats within earshot… Lightfang had missed them. He’d missed having a chance to breathe. To simply exist alongside his brothers, mother, and Burningsun. Out here, with an unburdened heart and quick, steady paws, he could pretend they were at peace.

They stopped at Moonlit Creek. Lightfang had been here twice in recent memory, once for Burningsun, once for himself. It was a good place to talk, and Sandblaze, who had made himself comfortable, seemed intent on talking. With a single glance toward the creek, Lightfang took a seat beside his oldest brother, waited for Swallowflight to join them. Then he listened.

He’d never given much thought to Cardinalpaw’s rogue name. In the moment, it hadn’t mattered half as much as the cat it had been given to; afterward, he’d accepted it blindly, as he accepted most things. To him, it had been an array of sounds chosen at random. Sandblaze could have called her anything, and Lightfang would have reacted the same. Apparently, there was more to it. The tall warrior’s ears straightened, as did the rest of him in a wordless answer.

Sandblaze wove a tale of a SkyClan she-cat and a reckless feather-brain of a tom. He spoke of litters throughout the forest and more lives claimed by the flood. Lightfang didn’t see the connection, yet he continued to pay attention. Then Sandblaze mentioned the dogs—of course Lightfang remembered that battle. He’d spent it right beside Maplekit, sheltered from the carnage by a pair of rogues. The mere mention of it brought the stench back to his nose. But that wasn’t what the story was about, and so he shook it off, frowning in confusion. Two dead kits, the four survivors brought back to the Clan. Amberdawn and Mintwhisker.

”For Firflower’s sake.” Then, ”Caspian.”

A season ago, Lightfang would have questioned it. Their mother wouldn’t do such a thing, and anyway, they’d known as long as they’d lived that their father had died in the flood, a noble warrior to the last. But Lightfang had learned. Measured against everything that had happened in the last few moons, this wasn’t so impossible. Even if he’d chosen to follow in Tinystar’s pawsteps exactly and had become the perfect, unflinching warrior he’d dreamed of being when they’d first come down from the mountains, he would never have been a SkyClan cat. Before picking a side, before their sister’s exile, before the scars on his throat, he’d been doomed to fall. There was something reassuring in that hopelessness. When push came to shove, Lightfang had not chosen SkyClan, and he’d been right. From the beginning, they’d only had each other. Their family and Burningsun.

…Burningsun. How would he tell her? What would she think of him? She knew where she’d come from, she was a SkyClanner through and through—but SkyClan meant something different to them now. Maybe she would understand. The cat she’d chosen to stand beside her was equal parts rogue and warrior.

Lightfang took a breath, closing his eyes. He couldn’t quite stifle the thought, Maybe that’s why I’m afraid of heights.

There was no answer to Sandblaze’s (Arno’s?) question. Lightfang knew he would likely never use the name his—Starlord had given him; that was the only thing he could be sure of. When Amberdawn had given him advice and comfort before his Moonstone journey, had she known? Were his doubts proof that he’d never truly been a Clan cat? His stomach twisted; that was too much, too soon. Looking directly at his brother, almost desperate, he said, ”Why now? If you knew as early as Cardinalpaw—”

Would he have wanted to know then? Did he want to know now, when all the pieces were falling into place at last? ”Why now?” Lightfang asked again, softer.

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