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 : [P]oppyshine; [Pi]neblossom; [W]hisperear; [C]rookedlight; [L]arkspring; [Wi]llowwisp; [R]ashoumon Clan/Rank : RC T5 Deputy; SC T5; WC T5; SkC T5; RC T4; RC T4; Rogue T1 Number of posts : 2988 Gender : Any Pronouns Age : 25
Subject: She's Got the Knack [C] Sun 4 Sep 2022 - 21:32
Iceheart
After a long night of a turbulence of emotions, Iceheart only wanted to curl up and sleep. She felt exhaustion weighing at her bones, and while she had the lightness of having seen Honeypaw and Forestbreeze, she also felt the weight of news of Froststar’s death. To have lost all his lives in just the short time that ShadowClan had been divided…it made Iceheart shudder. She wished to just sleep away all of the thoughts that swirled in her mind. But there was someone she couldn’t ignore.
Iceheart entered the area where Webshadow rested. His legs were still messed up from the dog fight that felt like so long ago, and so he couldn’t make it to the gathering. He didn’t know. Iceheart wished that anyone else could have been the one to deliver the news to the elder, but she wasn’t sure who he was even close to, aside from Froststar. If only he had been able to go to the gathering and heard it himself.
”Gatherings are not as much fun for me as they are for most, I imagine. Many cats, many voices, many scents. I do not particularly like going to Fourtrees, unless I have an apprentice to tend to."
No…Webshadow would not have gone even if his legs had worked. Perhaps to meet with Froststar again, but he would have hated it…And now, to never meet him again.
“Webshadow,” Iceheart greeted softly. She sat down in front of the elder. She kept her voice lower than usual, but she nudged him to wake him. Iceheart knew that he wouldn’t want news kept until the morning, even if it was terribly late. “I have something very important that you need to know. News from the gathering.” Her tone was somber and while she kept her gaze steady, she made no move to mask the sorrow in her voice.
[OOC: This takes place after the September gathering, and in limbo regarding where ShadowClan is stationed. References to where SC is and references to the gathering outside of Froststar’s death will be kept to a minimum to avoid paradoxes!]
There'd been a feeling in Webshadow's chest that he hadn't been sure how to place.
It felt certain. Not like the guaranteed rise of the moon with the night sky, or the quiet and steady march of the changing seasons. It felt heavy, cold and quiet, sitting between his bones like a pile of stones. It'd started when he learned that Mistyfalcon passed, just before his arrival. It had worsened when Nightstalker lead their gathered Clanmates to the Gathering, solid and bearing down on his lungs.
The muffled approach of pawsteps pulled Webshadow from his half-sleep, and he lifted his head as a paw came to nudge at him. Iceheart was the last cat he had expected to seek his company. He hadn't spoken to her since– a glance at his leg made him wince. And before that, only in passing, except when she'd only been a kit. Her presence alone was a shock, but there was an undeniable sadness in her voice. Even though Webshadow didn't know her well, he'd always seen her as stoic and firm. The warble of emotion bothered him.
"News from the Gathering," he repeated. What sat in his chest tightened until his breath was hitching between words. "I am not fool nor young enough to think it is good." Webshadow tried to put humor into the words, but still they shook with anxiety. He had feared the worst for some time, and StarClan had not been forgiving for many, many seasons. His mind flickered to Froststar, to Thistletail, to the family he had to have, and all at once his heart sank through to his paws. Selfishly, he prayed that if it had to be about any of their Clanmates, it was not any of them.
Pushing himself upright, the dark tabby blinked at his visitor, eyes glassy with exhaustion and a swirl of emotion. Barely above a whisper, he pressed, "I am awake, and listening. Tell me, Iceheart."
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Characters : [P]oppyshine; [Pi]neblossom; [W]hisperear; [C]rookedlight; [L]arkspring; [Wi]llowwisp; [R]ashoumon Clan/Rank : RC T5 Deputy; SC T5; WC T5; SkC T5; RC T4; RC T4; Rogue T1 Number of posts : 2988 Gender : Any Pronouns Age : 25
Iceheart’s stomach tightened and twisted inside of her. The good feelings of finding her own family were forgotten for the time being now that she had to look at Webshadow and deliver such awful news. Quiet guilt of being so joyous at the Gathering despite the bad news that came soon after made her stomach dip again. She took a deep breath to prepare herself.
“SkyClan brought news of the half of the clan that is staying with them,” Iceheart began solemnly. “Froststar got sick after the flooding. The medicine cats there did all they could, but—he lost all of his lives over this past moon.” And there it was. The awful news. For Froststar to have lost all his lives, all because of a flood…It was unfair. “I’m sorry, Webshadow. I’m so sorry.”
Iceheart was quiet as she lingered, looking wistful. There was a moment where they were just blinking across at each other, until she pulled in a breath and began to quietly speak. His ears flicked to attention hopefully as the younger warrior started talking. Maybe the pervasive, roiling nausea was a symptom of his recent hardships, rather than an omen. Maybe there was hope yet that the news she had to deliver would be good.
She kept talking. She didn't have too much to say, but it was enough. Enough. Webshadow felt his stomach spin and lurch. Almost, he thought the nearly-empty contents of his gut would spill out onto his paws, but a tight swallow kept it in. Frostar was–? No, that couldn't be right. He'd had how many lives before the flood... eight? seven? Either way, he was healthy. Healthy and whole and not at all the kind of cat that would have every ounce of life stripped from his body by whitecough, of all things.
And then there was the rest. Thistletail hadn't been in ThunderClan, nor had she been washed away to the distant, rocky lands Webshadow had; he could only assume she was safe within SkyClan's walls. But Iceheart had brought nothing of her– presumably, no news was good news. Surely she would have kitted by now. Were their kits morning Froststar's death alone, in an unfamiliar land? Did they know they had another father waiting on them? Had they even lived? The thought of losing Froststar was horribly painful, but of losing everything–
"You must be mistaken," the tabby rasped as he pushed himself up to sit properly. "Froststar would not have lost all his lives to whitecough. I do not believe it." There was pain in his mew, voice strained with the threat of tears. With a sniff, he pushed back the sudden stinging sensation. As much as he might want to, he would not cry in front of Iceheart. "You... he cannot be. Iceheart, surely you must have misheard. Please."
Nerves bubbled up within Iceheart and she struggled to swallow them down. She wished that she didn’t have this news to deliver, or that it came with a caveat, like Froststar survived on a single life. But there was nothing of he sort. It was just the painful, straightforward truth.
“It is what they said,” Iceheart meowed quietly. “Briarstar told Nightstalker, who announced it to ShadowClan. We’ll be leaving here to return home.” She looked to Webshadow and reached out a paw to place over his She was never the best at comforting, but she knew that Webshadow would need some form of comfort right now. “Those of us that are left will be reunited. Nightstalker can tell you more about what he was told by Briarstar, or cats that were staying in SkyClan can tell you more…” She just wanted a friendlier face to tell him. If only she could truly fulfill that role.
“I’m so sorry, Webshadow.” She lowered her head in sympathy.