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Post by tor on Apr 7, 2024 13:28:30 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/s2gdqjC/sanguine~jpg After nearly two moons in the Kingdom, MistClan's border was still a mystery to Sanguine. He had so much exploring to do in the mountains themselves - borders weren't necessary to hold his interest. And when he did want to poke around the clans, RidgeClan's border was much closer, and didn't require crossing a river or traversing the whole lake. Today, though, the river was calm, and the weather was good, and so Sanguine set off from his camp to hop across the stones that acted as a bridge between the two halves of the Kingdom's territory. As the treeline rose up in the distance, Sanguine could immediately tell the origins of MistClan's name. It was morning, but not early, and still fog hung low to the earth, between the arched and hunched trees of MistClan's darkened territory. It struck a very different chord in him than looking at RidgeClan's territory did. RidgeClan was vast and open - no secrets there, no matter how little Cherry wanted to tell him about her home. MistClan, however? Staring into the foggy woods, Sanguine felt a chill at the thought that he could look between the trees for the rest of his life, and still never understand them. But he would never turn down from a challenge! Tail held high, save for the missing tip, Sanguine trotted toward the treeline, determined to follow the MistClan border until he found someone or grew bored, and he was sure the latter would never happen. The cool, slightly damp air of MistClan's forest slid over him with ease. Sanguine almost felt as though he disappeared into the shadows cast by the heavy canopy. He liked how it felt. Liked the shadows that slipped underfoot, guiding him along the unseen border. They weren't his shadows, yet he found comfort in them anyway, like maybe MistClan's shadows were welcoming of his own beliefs. There's room for more shadows, they said to him, and sure enough, Sanguine watched the woods get even darker. No - they weren't getting darker. There was a literal new shadow, formed by a small figure of a cat catching some stray sunlight. Had he been seen? Probably not, given that he couldn't see this cat yet. Just their shadow. It was fine - Sanguine was well on his side of the border, and this stranger on theirs. How lucky for him, to find a MistClan warrior so soon! "Good morning, hello!" He called out, sweet and song-like, in hopes the MistClan cat would meet his good mood with one of their own. |
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Post by spotted on Apr 17, 2024 19:27:56 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/mXYtx0r/spottedpawava~png | Spottedpaw, All my darkness, all my fears fall away when their ghosts are near. Chanting, dancing, calling me. |
Spottedpaw had been working in the Ancestor’s Grove, making sure the painted artwork marking the graves of those long passed into the arms of Starclan was still legible, and rot had not taken root in the woven decorations when the sight of bright blue and black caught her eye. She did not move but an inch to crane her head towards the jaybird that perched in the tree before her. Inwardly however, her heart was pounding with excitement. Not a hunter’s exhilaration, but an excitement born of validation. Lotusfire had downplayed her dreams when she mentioned the strangely behaving bird within them. But as they continued, she knew they had to have some sort of meaning. Starclan had finally sent the same messenger in her waking hours. Its message however…she still wasn't sure. There was no denying that the jay saw her, the potential predator peering at it, but instead of defensive calls it simply preened its feathers before locking its eyes with her own. They stared at each other for what seemed like quite a while before it moved to another tree, and the next, and something within her spirit told her to follow. She was slow to do so, not out of doubt, but perhaps out of fear that maybe Lotusfire was right, that she was giving significance to things she shouldn't bother. That she was wrong. That this wasn't Starclan’s attempt to communicate with her and she was just a foolish young cat. One pawstep after another, she followed the jay up the mountainside. In flight it could easily get away from her, but even without being formally trained in tracking prey, the calico could keep up. The jay was always within sight. Until it wasn't. She looked around for a bit, the treeline thinner here so far up, farther than she had ever been from known territory before. As the jay failed to surface again, her heart began to sink, perhaps she was a fool after all. But then a voice ushered a greeting out of the ether. Adrenaline spiked in her veins, her body tensing briefly - clearly startled by the stranger, but as she turned and took sight of the black tom and his relaxed demeanor - the likely origin of the voice, her nerves calmed. He did not seem threatening. “Hello, and good morning to you too.” The faint scent of what she had come to know kingdom cats to have wafted over to her with a short breeze. But while many kingdom cats still smelled somewhat of Ridgeclan, of their floura and fauna, this one did not. |
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Post by tor on Apr 21, 2024 16:44:05 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/s2gdqjC/sanguine~jpg The shadow quickly morphed into the cat it belonged to, a young MistClan warrior - apprentice, maybe? - with a pretty mix of ginger and black dotting her white pelt. With her came the scent of dried herbs, reminding him of the healers back home, and the medics who served the Kingdom. What was it the former clan cats called their healers? Medicine cats? Perhaps this was MistClan's medicine cat - how marvelous. His first MistClan encounter, aside from the Kingdom cats who left the forest, and it was with someone so important. "Hello, and good morning to you too."
Even better, she was friendly. Sometimes, he worried the RidgeClan cats he saw across the border wanted to tear his throat out. "I am Sanguine," he said, flicking his tail as he walked closer to her. Not too close, he didn't want to scare her. But close enough that they could have a conversation without raising their voices. "I am coming from the Kingdom." He glanced over his shoulder in the direction he came from, just in case she needed more clarification. "We are having many cats in the Kingdom," he continued. "Including cats from clans, even MistClan, yes! But none of them want to be talking about MistClan." He sighed, the motion causing his shoulders to droop comically. Then he grinned, just so the young cat in front of him knew he was joking. "So I am coming here, to the border, to be meeting a MistClan cat. I want to know about your clan. Is it as wet as it looks?" |
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