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Post by vena sera ! on Aug 22, 2009 15:07:53 GMT -5
ooc; Um, this is a bit of a play on liquid time, so I'll have to go back and make Android move to this later. Too lazy right now. So Fadingsteps or whatever needs to come. -prods Leafy-
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Android was so tired of abuse and murder.
After years of being either hurt or alone, he wanted salvation, peace. The closest thing to utopia, though, in this hellish forest was a Clan, so he found the one nearest him and padded forward, wishing to change himself for the better. With each step, his crazy self burned away his old persona, and without even realizing it, he became a new cat. Granted, he still had one eye and a battered tabby body, but the son of Scarface, grandson of Furyscar, great-grandson of Onyxpelt and descendent of Scarpelt, became a new cat.
I think I'll even drop that horrid name my mother gave me, he thought, thinking of the clueless, braindead Neera whom had birthed him in stupidity and absence of love in her own childhood. Android. What an atrocious name. I think I prefer something a little more feline. Perhaps... maybe... let's see, Shadeshine. What an amusing little paradox!
Android -- er, Shadeshine -- leapt down from a small moorland ledge, onto a lower platform, heart beating rhythmically. He smelled enemy scents, and he wanted to press it into his literate but rotted mind that, indeed, they could become friends. One scent, though, drove him into a slight panic. It smelled like... a demon.
No, no, he thought with heavy fear, Shineshade -- um, Shadeshine -- doesn't see those. Those don't exist anymore. Normal... normal... ignorant... non-observant... Clan cat... me... shine... NO!
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Dawnbreak had been patrolling regularly, wishing she had some company but relishing the loneliness her isolation brought her. It was a bit nostalgic, and she was all for that. Besides, company dulled her brain and she wanted to be sharp as any claw on her paw. Leaping forward, she scanned the lands, narrowing her eyes at an unfamiliar and odd scent, to be frank.
Peering into the distance, a cat blending in shoddily with the Fox Hills' backdrop was having a mental fit, it seemed. He was horribly scarred and beaten, almost to the point where he seemed a zombie, and he had a single eye that was flitting wildly, finally settling on her. His body was brawny, and his pelt was dark tabby.
Oh gods, she thought angrily. A stupid freakish rogue. Can't they stay the hell off our territory? As if we don't have enough problems... Leaping forward, her claws extending, she curled her lip and shouted, Hey, rockbrain! Get the hell off of our moor or I'll take you down myself! Her pale hackles rose and a snarl reverberated in her throat.
I freaking hate loners, she thought, somewhat miffed. He seemed to be freaking out on the spot! Where is Scorchedpride or Fadingsteps or even Thunderstep when I need them?!
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Post by '.'.' Leafstorm'.'.' on Aug 24, 2009 1:31:20 GMT -5
Fadingsteps lept down from another boulder, continuing his patrol. He knew Dawnbreak was out here somewhere, though at the moment all he saw were shadows and moonlight. A yowl that sounded threatening sounded from somewhere ahead of him, and he bounded down the hill, racing to the source of the noise. What he saw surprised him.
Dawnbreak had her claws extended, her ears flat, confronting what looked like a loner. But this cat looked different than most. His body was scarred and torn, the results of a hard life, no doubt. What really made Fadingsteps take a second look though, was his face. It was covered in scars, and getting closer, he noticed that this cat only had one eye. How strange. He must be tough, not many one-eyed cats could survive out here as a loner.
pausing a few paw-steps behind his warrior, he called out harshly, That's enough Dawnbreak! Let the poor cat speak before you go ripping his other eye out! His tail lashed, but he stepped forward, his body separating the two cats. What's your name? And what's your business on WillowClan territory? He called out to the presumed loner, not any gentler than he'd talked to Dawnbreak. Just because he let this cat speak, didn't mean he had a soft spot for loners. If it were this loner or his clan, he'd take the ragged cat out in a heartbeat.
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Post by vena sera ! on Aug 24, 2009 21:09:17 GMT -5
Dawnbreak flattened her ears at Fadingsteps, but said nothing, stepping back instead and glaring at her upper ranking Clan member. She couldn't very well say anything back to him; he was, after all, in charge of her. Instead she fixed her tempestuous amber glare on the crazy-looking cat with one eye like a pirate, her mouth tight but twitching.
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Shadeshine took a deep breath. Two cats. Cats. Not anything else. Cats. Clan cats; good cats... except for they were about to chase him away! Fight! Kill! Wait, no, no, no, just be polite and civil, peace can be made... He passed a cold look at the she-cat, who was pale as the moon and with eyes like liquid fire. The tom was stronger, leaner, and more regal-looking; obviously, he was some sort of authoritative figure. He nodded to him, straightening himself and smoothing out his fur to calm himself.
Good evening, sir. My name is... Shadeshine. And I was looking for a rank in your Clan. I presumed all of the Clans would need an assisting claw in the cold season to come, the hardened tabby meowed, dipping his head in respect. He wasn't all that afraid; he would be cordial, and if they were barbaric, he would allow himself to be chased away. There were three other Clans and rogue territory, if nothing else... though that wasn't what he wanted, really.
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Post by '.'.' Leafstorm'.'.' on Aug 25, 2009 18:34:01 GMT -5
Shadeshine. Well that is true, we are in need of new members. Fadingsteps paused, looking the loner over once. Sorry to ask, but are you able to hunt? He mentally kicked himself as the words left his mouth. Of course he is you Mousebrain! He looks like a good fighter too. Or at least he's survived them this long. He looked at the tom, who actually didn't look so old, if a cat ignored his scarring and his eye. There was a spark in that eye that Fadingsteps found intriguing. Sorry if my last statement seemed crude. I just want to make sure you can take care of yourself.
Fadingsteps glanced back at Dawnbreak, silently asking her opinion, but knowing what it probably would be. The temperamental she-cat didn't really work well with others, giving off a dangerous and standoffish vibe. But she was a good hunter, and was loyal to WillowClan. Well then.
He stepped forward, holding the lone-Shadeshine's feral gaze. Though this cat was cordial, Fadingsteps could sense something else going on with the tom, something he had yet to understand. Well, Shadeshine, if it is your wish, I welcome you to WillowClan. I am Fadingsteps, the acting leader of this clan. But that's another story. Lets get you back to camp. I'll show you the warrior's den and we can get you all settled. Fadingsteps smiled at the strange cat, but turned around and started slowly back up the slope.
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Post by vena sera ! on Aug 25, 2009 20:35:09 GMT -5
Shadeshine smiled at the tom's question. Can you hunt? He supposed there was plenty of reason for his asking -- after all, if he himself had seen a cat looking like himself, he would think it would be half dead! But, no, being raised by a dumb but fierce rogue had some advantages. When he was Android, he had been a marvelous hunter, though his fighting skills had always lacked. Not the issue, though. If he couldn't fight, that she-cat could make up for it, he was sure. He was twice her size, but she had been prepared to take him down.
Yes, he meowed, amused, I can hunt fairly well. And thank you for inviting me into your Clan. I will prove myself a worthy addition.
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Dawnbreak gave Fadingsteps a horrified look, then glared hard at this weird "Shadeshine" cat. What kind of stupid name was that?! She shook her head in disgust and followed the tabby at his heels, seething slightly still for both her rebuke and the disregard of her opinion. Ugh. She hated loners... especially creepy ones like "Shadeshine".
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Post by '.'.' Leafstorm'.'.' on Aug 31, 2009 1:41:40 GMT -5
I am glad to hear that. The time approaches that we need more than ever cats that can strengthen our Clan. I shall personally introduce you to your new clanmates, for now we have much to discuss as a clan. You have come to us at an interesting time Shadeshine. Much has happened these past couple moons. I think Dawnbreak would be happy to fill you in as we travel back. Fadingsteps threw a meaningful glance at his warrior, knowing she seemed to dislike this cat, but knowing they were going to have to get along at least fairly well if this loner were to join WillowClan.
And join he will. We need everyone we can get at the moment, even road weary loners like himself. All are needed if we are to strengthen our Clan. Fadingsteps shook his head slightly. It had been barely ten moon rises since Mintleaf had gone missing. Though many in his clan must think this was a sign from StarClan, Fadingsteps still wasn't too sure that the she-cat wasn't still around. He had hoped that maybe with a search party that they would find her, though dead or alive he wasn't sure. Exactly what business she had had to attend to on the night of the Gathering was still a mystery to him, but clanlife couldn't just stop because their leader had disappeared. Five cats was a small number to run a camp, but they had managed so far, and Shadeshine would be a welcome new body.
Yet he feared, and somehow knew, that they wouldn't have enough cats to send on a search party, however much he wanted one. All of his small clan were now working to keep the fresh-kill pile stocked, and their borders safe. He just didn't have the bodies to spare for a timely expedition, especially now with Bare-leaf looming just moons away.
How he was going to break this to his clan, he didn't know, though he wouldn't be too surprised if there was not much objection to the idea of not putting up a search. Even now he had all cats on alert on border patrols for the grey she-cat, but beyond that, Fadingsteps feared there was little he could do for his lost leader.
Fadingsteps internally groaned. Leaving Mintleaf for dead would now mean that he officially took over as leader. Until this point, he had been acting leader; taking out patrols, giving out tasks, keeping order, much the same tasks he was doing of late as Mintleaf's deputy. Now, by proclaiming himself leader, he'd need to sort out ranks as well. The Deputy and Medicine Cat of WillowClan needed to be appointed, and that would take some thinking. No one of late had come to him with a request for the position of Medicine Cat, and if they'd come to Mintleaf, they had said nothing. Just one more thing to burden my mind with. He sighed, the thought of the clan meeting that needed to be held looming before him as he continued his slow way back to camp.
TO: WillowClan Camp
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Post by vena sera ! on Aug 31, 2009 19:49:35 GMT -5
Dawnbreak: Camp
Shadeshine: Camp
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