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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 30, 2020 18:32:09 GMT
 Death had seemed scary at first, like a void of all warmth in the world that was nothing more than a never-ending cycle of swirling darkness. Yet in StarClan, he had found what felt like a...higher purpose. Not that he was an important member of their starry assemble- he was no leader, no deputy, not even a hero for that matter, but he felt significant because of his brother. With their monstrous parents residing in the place of no stars, Shadedberry felt that it was up to him to watch over Stormstar during his moments of struggle. It was really hard sometimes. He wanted nothing more than to be there by his brother's side during both his moments of triumph and ache, but they were forever separated by a barricade beyond their understanding, a divide of life and death. His own passing had been excruciating, and when it was all over, he felt nothing but...relief. Consumption was an issue seldom spoken of, and that was due to its gruesome nature. No cat would understand that any better than Shadedberry, as he had seen first-hand what it was capable of, the physical and emotional torture as it literally tore apart his family. At least from the starry heavens up above, Shadedberry could relish in pride as he watched Stormstar climb to power and express his kindness towards his clanmates, a love like a father felt for his son. Stormstar hadn't known what that was like, yet he still regarded WindClan with all the amiability in the world. But, the StaraClanner wouldn't even begin to speak about her. Nonetheless, Shadedberry wanted nothing more than for his littermate to be happy. Even if StarClan wasn't pleased with him. Pushing all family matter aside, the dilute feline continued to stroll through the sunny, golden fields of StarClan to find himself some distraction. He had never been able to walk among the dreams of the living- he thought it was because he wasn't important. Nobody knew his name, save for a few members of his old clan. But that was ok, he just only hoped that he could find a way to make a big difference some day, even in the life of only one individual. His life had been cut short, leaving him incapable of making much of a name for himself. Perhaps some day, he could help another, even if his aid wasn't acknowledged. It would just feel good. Shadedberry liked to feel good. |
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Post by Thorne on Mar 30, 2020 18:51:13 GMT
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville] The Stranger Et puis j'suis juste heureux d'exister It was happening again. Another bout of this 'consumption'. She knew someone was there with her. Everything that was happening was a blur. She couldn't even hear her own thoughts over the deafening noise that seemed to only be in her head. She hardly made out her own scream, likely telling whoever was with her to go away. Another wave of darkness shot out viciously. Everything hurt. She was exhausted. Primrose collapsed. When she opened her eyes again, she wasn't somewhere familliar. Another dream, perhaps? They never made much sense after an attack. A field. Not a field she knew. Where was she? "Hello?" She called. It was peaceful here. She felt safe. The lynx-point stretched out her limbs. The pain was gone. No burning sensation, yet also freezing sharp pains. No endless noise she couldn't make sense of in her head, nothing. It was quiet. This was sanctuary. Primrose couldn't make any sense of it But did she need to? This was the break from reality she needed. Primrose needed this more than anything. Stormstar was doing everything he could to help, but it wasn't enough. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. What was this place? Was she dead? Primrose began to panic. Was this the afterlife? What had happened? Questions flooded her mind relentlessly. She wanted it to stop. If she was dead, why was she alone? Where was her sister? Her brother? What about mother? Was this her father's doing? She began to cry, mainly because she was overwhelmed. What was going on? 20mia08 |
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 30, 2020 19:46:34 GMT
StarClan normally had a relatively "regular" atmosphere, where he would occasionally run into a few fellow starry felines sunning themselves or sharing a fat mouse they'd caught in the bracken "over yonder". However, he hadn't run into anyone quite yet, and he was slowly finding this unsettling sensation creeping through his coat, making his skin crawl and tingle. It was an almost dreadfully familiar sensation, one that he immediately struck out to deny to himself. No. This is StarClan- there is no consumption here. He shoved the calamitous thought to the back of the mind and forced himself forward, placing one paw in front of the other as he proceeded to walk along a slightly worn trail that ran through the fields of wheat. And still, it nagged at the apprentice-sized tom, nipping at him like a blood-thirsty biting fly, fleeing and then coming back to sting him harder and harder each time. After several moments of walking in agonizing silence, he paused to realize that his fur was on end after he heard what he thought to be a scream being carried in on the distant breeze. No. No, this was StarClan. There were no demons here. Once again Shadedberry ordered his legs to move, to carry him onward in hopes that he might run into a familiar face, one that would comfort him and confirm that he was just hearing things. Yet after a while, another sound echoed between the sound of tall grass brushing against each other, something less...terrifying. A cry- a weeping that made his stomach tense and then twist itself into several intricate knots. He never liked to hear a cat upset, but what would be distressing a StarClan cat? Most found peace in the afterlife. The icy sensation ran along his bones a second time, and this spurred him forward like a bloodhound on a trail. The stone-gray cat weaved through the tall plants until he came across another cat, one that didn't have stardust freckling her fur. She was not one of them. What was she doing here? Why did she smell funny? Why- The feeling coursed through his veins once more, and in that moment, he could deny it no longer. Why had she come here to haunt him with the monsters of his past? The screams of his family rang in his ears deafeningly and forced him to cringe, and he could feel the sharp wind cutting into his coat, despite the fact that StarClan had nothing more than a gentle breeze flowing across its land. His deepest and darkest fear was standing before him. But this cat...he had seen her before. Was this the one that Stormstar was trying to help, in his honor? "You're the one. You...are just like me." Shadedberry swallowed his fear and willed his demons away, told his nightmares to go crawling back to where they had come from so that he could free himself from this moment of terror. Finally, the pain of the past subsided, and he was able to face the stranger with a little more composition. "...You're not alone."Thorne |
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Post by Thorne on Mar 30, 2020 20:20:52 GMT
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville] The Stranger ET PUIS J'SUIS JUSTE HEUREUX D'EXISTER Primrose’s eyes were wide in terror as someone spoke. Her hackles rose. Who else was here? Their voice was not familiar. This was not one of her siblings. This was not Stormstar, nor one of his Clanmates. This was a stranger, like her. She turned around and looked at him with wide eyes. His coat felt familiar. Who was he? Why didn’t he feel like a stranger to her? What did he mean when he said she was the one? ”Understand...I do not..” She managed to say. Primrose felt the cold grasp of her darkness gripping her paws. She shook her head in panic and backed away from the tom. ”S-Stay back..!” She begged. ” Want not...t-to hurt you...p-please go…” She whimpered. She could never control her powers. Her father had tried, but after abandoning her, Primrose couldn’t learn anything else. Stormstar was trying, but it was clear that his efforts were not enough. She didn’t want to hurt anybody, but that’s all these powers seemed to do. They hurt others and they hurt her. She didn’t want to hurt anybody else. Primrose turned away from him and began pacing. ”Stop...stop...stop…” She continued to mutter to herself, quicker and quicker. Why was this happening to her? 20mia08 |
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Post by 20mia08 on May 2, 2020 16:29:19 GMT
Be brave, be brave... The tom firmly repeated in the back of his mind, reminding himself that he had never wanted to be alone in his bouts of consumption. He was prompted of the terrors and pains almost daily, until he found relief in the starry heavens above, safe from himself at long last. Yet still, there were those days when he watched over another who suffered the same consequences, and the demons returned to him like a reoccurring nightmare. They were as relentless as a pack of hungry, rabid dogs. Shadedberry's instincts willed him to run, yet his pure heart was desperate to help the cat that had found herself in the same shoes. Nervously, he took a somewhat shaky step forward while attempting to summon his courage. "You can't hurt me." The tiny blue feline murmured in a level tone, blinking in a relaxed manner to communicate his (forced) calm. This stranger was not from the clans, even if her scent hinted traces of WindClan wildflowers. The tom had surveyed his littermate's clan time and time again, observing every ceremony and stalking after each patrol to relive their excitement- and not once had he seen her. At least, not a few moons prior. She was a recent addition, Stormstar's unofficial apprentice that he was trying his hardest to help, in Shadedberry's honor. The effort warmed his heart, yet at the same time, he couldn't help but to feel it sink. She was not from these parts, meaning that the others (such as Lynxstar) wouldn't hesitate to abuse her gift or drive her out. Moreover, she wasn't adapted to the clan culture and tradition, so the idea of talking to a dead cat.... ...Breaking that much was a struggle. But what better choice did he have? "...You can't hurt me because I'm already dead." Shadedberry finally managed with a bashful bow of his minuscule head. There was no point in hiding anything else from the stranger, especially if it meant exercising her mind, making her mull over what he was trying to explain rather than focusing on the horror that was consumption. "My name's Shadedberry, I'm Stormstar's brother." He didn't really want to go into the whole "Yeah, and I died from what you're suffering from!" ordeal, because that was far from consoling. Thorne
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