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 : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ishpaw [Fa]lconpaw [Fo]xpaw Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T5 Warrior [P] (T3) RiverClan Hybrid MCA [F] ShadowClan Apprentice [Fa] WindClan Apprentice [Fo] SkyClan Apprentice Number of posts : 2731 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: lament of the angel [C] Fri 29 Mar 2024 - 8:32
"The weak never have their wings unfurl."
Silverhawk T3 Warrior | ShadowClan | he/him
Thin tendrils of mist wrapped around the bases of hunched, half-grown trees. The nighttime air was still crisp, chilled despite the changing seasons. It'd been a few days without rain and the ground was, thankfully, as dry as it could be in ShadowClan. Silverhawk wouldn't expend the energy--mentally and physically--to lead this venture if the weather was poor. No; he needed it to be nice. He needed this to be nice. There was a dull ache in the back of his head, threatening his mood and the sanctity of their excursion. Silverhawk ignored the pulse. The remnants of his childhood grief were not going to ruin this night, and he was not going to make a fool of himself in front of his siblings by expressing it.
Silverhawk's whiskers twitched and he looked ahead. Against the drab grays, browns, and blacks that made up the marshland's palette, there stood little pops of color: flowerheads. Pawfuls of them, bobbing gently in the breeze, beautiful and stark where they stood in the dreary world. The earth from which the flowers grew was smooth now; no longer churned, freshly undug. Silverhawk slowed to a halt, clenching his teeth until his jaw began to creak.
When the tightness in the muscles grew too much, he expelled the pressure from his mouth with a sigh. Silverhawk stared after the waving flowers for a few moments longer before turning around to face his siblings. He was grateful none of them were busy tonight so they actually could accompany him; and equally grateful that his request to walk together hadn't been denied. "Alright," he said quietly, tone sober. "I asked you all to come with me because I have something to show you. ...to tell you about." He looked between his siblings again, meeting each pair of eyes in turn. "Is everyone ready?"
Subject: Re: lament of the angel [C] Fri 29 Mar 2024 - 19:23
Hedgepaw had seen her older brother in many moods; she'd seen him happy, angry, worried, frustrated, exhausted. Never before had she seen him look so sorrowful and pensive as he did while he led her, Fernpaw, and Wolfpaw to some place of the territory. He hadn't exactly been straightforward about where they were going. But not only would Hedgepaw follow Silverhawk anywhere, there was no way she could refuse when he looked at her like that--obviously, whatever this was, it was important. It meant something to him. So she followed dutifully behind, plastered to her brothers' sides, letting the warrior lead them out. Cool night air caused her dark pelt to fluff up, but she hardly noticed it. Where were they headed, anyway? What did this all mean?
There. Finally... flowers. Hedgepaw's wide, glowing eyes locked onto the tiny blossoms of color, so vibrant in the foggy marshland. Newleaf really was here, then. She'd wanted to see flowers so badly and now here they were. It felt like a gift. This area was so pretty... and so quiet. She didn't want to move. But when Silverhawk spoke, she tore her gaze away to look at him instead. Why did he sound so... somber? Her ear twitched. Obviously he had some reason. Once she learned what it was, then she could help him not feel sad, she hoped. So the small brown-furred apprentice nodded. "I'm ready."
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moonazyne
Characters : [C]indersky, [W]olfpaw [D]aytrader, [R]yepaw Clan/Rank : RiverClan, T3 Deputy | ShadowClan, Apprentice| T1 Loner | WindClan Apprentice Number of posts : 440 Gender : They/She Age : 20
Subject: Re: lament of the angel [C] Sat 30 Mar 2024 - 16:51
Wolfpaw Apprentice | ShadowClan| he/him "You don't believe me? You will. You will become a true believer."
Wolfpaw had initially thought he was being dragged out of his nest for more sparring, or something. And then that notion had been wiped away by the presence of his siblings, and Silverhawk seemed so... Out of it. He had made it his business to take up the rear, as always. Sometimes, he would step more forward to reassure Hedgepaw if she turned with that face she had, or if a bush rustled weirdly.
He did not recall a place in the territory with all these flowers that he visited frequently. They were... Nice. He watched them bob back and forth for a moment in the night air, and there was a stillness in his mind. Not quite heavy, and punctured clear again as his brother spoke. Important? His tail tip twitched nigh imperceptibly, and he bowed his head in between a gap in his siblings. He did not speak, but rather kept his eyes fixed on his brother. Less scorching, as his amber gaze usually was. Embers, a flick of warmth.
Subject: Re: lament of the angel [C] Wed 1 May 2024 - 22:30
Fernpaw
logical : independent : curious : reserved
he/him : shadowclan : apprentice
Fernpaw had been waiting for a spare night like this. A night when the sky was as clear as his schedule, and he could spend his time doing whatever he wanted. Specifically, he had planned to explore the southern side of the territory to its completion. He would have studied the most abundant prey in the area, noted the flora they ate, and scouted their dens. But his plans changed when the older tom Silverhawk requested the company of him and their other siblings. Normally the apprentice did not prioritize clanmates over his research unless important. However, when asked where he was going, Silverhawk did not explain much. Now that their expedition involved mystery Fernpaw became much more eager to follow his brother in search of answers.
The long, quiet walk was too long not to know, but he was determined to remain patient. The white-flecked tabby immersed himself in the sounds of animals chirping deep in the forest, shortly grieving for missed opportunities. If only he were in there with them. Then Hedgepaw's side pressed deeper into his, ever-present, and redirected his mind. What is she thinking about? he wondered. She's likely as curious as I am. Fernpaw's tail gently curled around hers. We will both find our answers soon enough.
Here? The tom fought the urge to tilt his head once Silverhawk stopped before a patch of wildflowers. Excellent bait for rabbits, but there was rarely rabbit scent in this territory, nor did Silverhawk seem intent on hunting. Why? What do you have to show us? What do you need to tell? Fernpaw met his brother's gaze with deep green eyes holding an equal amount of confusion and intrigue. "I'm ready," he said in unison with Hedgepaw.
Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ishpaw [Fa]lconpaw [Fo]xpaw Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T5 Warrior [P] (T3) RiverClan Hybrid MCA [F] ShadowClan Apprentice [Fa] WindClan Apprentice [Fo] SkyClan Apprentice Number of posts : 2731 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: Re: lament of the angel [C] Sat 18 May 2024 - 17:24
SILVERHAWK
The darker the weather...
Silverhawk met each of his siblings’ eyes in turn. Quietly, with respect to the sobriety he portrayed, they all agreed. He almost wanted to be cross with them for it. He wished just one of them had expressed disinterest, unwillingness, anything; just something to spare him from the pain and indignity of his speech. But… Silverhawk looked between them again--Hedgepaw, Wolfpaw, Fernpaw, lucky enough to live were several others had not--and nodded. He found he was always weak for his family. For better or for worse. Sighing through his teeth, he dipped his head again before turning away to face the set of flowers. The gravesite. He padded over to them and sat down, tail swishing to invite them to come closer and observe the blooms with him.
”I don’t know if Pineblossom or Forestbreeze have told any of you about him,” he began once they’d gathered around, ”but they used to have another son, before me. His name was Honeylight.” The back-and-forth motion of Silverhawk’s tail turned into curling self-comfortingly around his paws. He squeezed his teeth together tightly, sucking a breath in through the wall they made. Already, he could feel the headache starting to creep in. He wanted to rake at his neck, the usual uncomfortable habit, but he refrained. ”And this… this is his grave.”
The purple, pink, and white flowerheads bobbed in the wind as if they were nodding, encouraging Silverhawk along. I wish you could see them. His expression pinched with the thought. He had to screw his eyes shut for a moment before continuing. ”He was… he was a bright cat. He had the brightest smile. So nice, to everyone.” Silverhawk made himself smile, but it was tight at the edges and clearly forced. He turned to blink toward his little sister in particular. ”You especially would’ve liked him, Hedge,” he said with a soft laugh. ”But… I think you all would’ve. He was the kind of cat… where it’s just hard not to. Like them, I mean.
“He took to me as a brother right away, after Pineblossom took me in. He… really loved me.” The words felt like a physical blow to his head, but Silverhawk continued as normal. ”Honeylight was my mentor, before Pineblossom. Until…” Silverhawk lowered his head. He was quiet for several moments, silently paying respect to the dead. He hoped Honeylight forgave him. ”We encountered a fox one night, while on patrol. He died defending me from it. I had to carry him back to camp.” It took biting hard on his tongue to repress the shiver that wanted to race down his spine. Silverhawk would never forget the weight of Honeylight’s large body, the way his muscles burned with every step, how the dawn sun stung his eyes.
”I wish you all could have met him. He was a good cat. A really, really good cat.” Silverhawk closed his eyes again, remaining like that for a few moments before he finally turned to face his siblings once more. ”But… that’s all I had to say. I just wanted to bring you all out here to meet your brother. I thought you deserved to be introduced to him, even if he… he isn’t around anymore.”
Subject: Re: lament of the angel [C] Sun 2 Jun 2024 - 22:18
Even in the night's strange atmosphere, even in the strange and somber heaviness that lay over Silverhawk, Hedgepaw could not think of any place that she felt more secure than sitting between her brothers as she was now. Fernpaw's tail curling against her from one side, Wolfpaw's ever-present underlying strength rippling beneath his pelt on the other. They were here together as a family. And Silverhawk was here too. With that in mind, she knew that she could face anything. So she held her breath and braced herself for whatever their big brother could possibly have to tell them about this quiet, austere place.
Then Silverhawk spoke. He spoke for a long time, and he spoke in a subdued tone that carried an air of... mourning. Not something she was used to seeing on her brother. When he began his story, though, something of recognition prickled in the back of her mind. Honeylight... She had heard that name before. Mamma Pineblossom had mentioned him to her, once, on an early sunlit day in her kithood. A story. Not just any story, but a true story. An older brother. He'd been Silver's older brother, too, and she could see now with her older age that the heaviness set in on her brother's shoulders. He'd loved Honeylight very much. Hedgepaw felt her eyes stray to the area of land. Honeylight's grave... her brother's grave. So that was why the flowers seemed so at home there. That was why this place carried an air of reverence, almost, of peace and gentility. She kept listening carefully, drinking in every word about this long-lost brother. Kind; bright; good. To hear such high praise from Silverhawk... She almost felt a jolt through her when he laughed, a sad and strangled thing, directed towards the fact that she'd have loved him. She would have, if he'd been alive. And... he would have loved her too. Something bittersweet settled against the back of her tongue at the thought. A brotherly love that she might never experience, simply because of some fox.
A fox. No wonder Silverhawk hated the predators so much. She winced in sympathy at the tale, even though she knew he probably abbreviated it for their sakes. What would she do if any of her brothers got hurt in front of her like that? If they... died, even? Carrying a body back to camp... Even the idea was nightmarishly, unbelievably horrible. How could her brother have gone through something like that and still smiled so much? Hedgepaw couldn't restrain herself. Once Silverhawk stopped talking, she stepped forward and buried her face in his chest. Her tail was far too small to wrap around him, but it attempted anyway, curling around one of his paws. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." Her voice was muffled a little by his fur, but still quiet and sincere. "Thank you for telling us."
She stayed like that for a little while, pressed up against her big brother. But then she stepped back and looked up at him, green eyes meeting green. "Mamma told me 'bout him once, when I was little. She mentioned that he was 'dopted, that he was in StarClan now, and that... he loved you very much. And he would've loved us." Her gaze slipped over to the grave again. Did Honeylight's body really lie beneath it? And if only his body was there... did that mean his spirit resided now in the stars, like what the elders always talked about? Did that mean she'd get to meet him someday? Tentatively, she laid one small snow-white paw atop the dirt on the grave, right next to the flowers. Maybe this was the closest she would ever get to him. Honeylight... her brother. "Hey, Honeylight," she whispered. Maybe if she were close enough, he'd hear her. Maybe he knew she was here. Even saying the name aloud caused a brief stir of warmth in her chest. "Thanks for taking care of Silver. He's gonna take good care of us like I know you would. I love him, and I love you. I hope we can meet someday." She loved him. Anyone who loved Silverhawk, anyone who loved Pineblossom, anyone who was her brother--he had to be good. He must have been. And if he was good, he was in StarClan... and if he was in StarClan, and she was a good enough warrior to make it there too, then perhaps she'd see that smile directed at her. Maybe he'd tell her she did a good job. Hedgepaw smiled at the small cluster of pink and white blossoms. Are you there, big brother? Can you see me? I hope wherever you are, it's nice and warm and there are a lot of flowers.
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moonazyne
Characters : [C]indersky, [W]olfpaw [D]aytrader, [R]yepaw Clan/Rank : RiverClan, T3 Deputy | ShadowClan, Apprentice| T1 Loner | WindClan Apprentice Number of posts : 440 Gender : They/She Age : 20
Subject: Re: lament of the angel [C] Fri 7 Jun 2024 - 8:13
Wolfpaw
You don't believe me? You will...
Wolfpaw did not understand the way his brothers body stooped. Honeylight was not a name he recognised, nor did he care for. His eyes followed his sister as she closed in to Silverhawk, giving her the kind of comfort only she could. He stood still, eyes passing then to the grave, adorned with flowers of varying light colours, then to Fernpaw. Then to Silverhawk, and then to the grave again.
Was he meant to care? His sister seemed almost to love the pile of dirt as though it were one of them. Silverhawk sounded bitter. Why bother introducing them? They would never meet. They were talking to a pile of bone and rot beneath the soil. His tail swung to the other side of his body.
"If he is dead," He spoke, monotonous and eyes blank. He looked back at the grave, and then at the two. His expression never changed. "And you are alive. Move on. He cannot think about you anymore."
Subject: Re: lament of the angel [C] Sun 7 Jul 2024 - 20:30
Fernpaw
logical : independent : curious : reserved
he/him : shadowclan : apprentice
Silverhawk slumped into the flowers, inviting them closer, but Fernpaw stood still. He simply listened, both ears flicking as he learned of a lost relative. Honeylight. The apprentice might have heard the name before as a kitten. Yes, distantly, he knew of a second older brother. Then it was revealed the flora patch were not hunting grounds, but a gravesite. He quietly observed Silverhawk. Even Fernpaw could understand the warrior was hurting. Grieving, he supposed. But Fernpaw was almost disturbed by how fully it seemed to envelop him, looking on with concealed concern. The warrior described what Honeylight was like. Only good qualities, Fernpaw noted. He couldn't help but wonder how much of Silverhawk's perspective was true and how much was biased. But as much as he knew wishing they had met was simply pointless, he let himself briefly imagine what another older brother could have been like. Perhaps... perhaps they could have been close like him and Hedgepaw.
The apprentice's attention was held firm by Honeylight's death. He grew completely still. There was rarely a day Fernpaw didn't live in fear of that scenario... And wonder how he'd be left afterward. Suddenly he realized he'd probably be no better than Silverhawk. He couldn't fathom a way to express that until Hedgepaw spoke, firmly nodding along to her remorse.
But that was where they fell out of sync as the molly began talking to the ground. Fernpaw began feeling like an outlier for his lack of emotional outbursts. Was he supposed to talk to the flowers like they were an old friend? Was he supposed to grieve for someone he'd never known? He would have joined them just so he didn't out himself- if not for Wolfpaw beside him. He could tell his brother was wondering the same things. And not only that, but he had the confidence to voice his thoughts. Blunt and honest as Fernpaw himself often communicated. He wanted to nod in support, yet was very aware of how hurtful his brother's words would be if they did not see his logic. His white-tipped tail curled between his legs. Make up your mind! he snapped at himself. Did he want to fit in with Silverhawk and Hedgepaw? Or to side with his true thoughts like Wolfpaw? Fernpaw remained dead silent, looking desperately towards the woods surrounding them. Maybe he could just excuse himself...
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