Cavernclan
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Thread Topic: Cavernclan
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Sure! Deputy...Blizzardstorm?)
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(Yeah! Please?!)
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Yes!!)
Ivypelt finally rose and padded towards the border of the territory. -
(Windflight?)
Blizzardstorm walked out of the medicine den, and stretched his cramped legs. "Thank you Nettlestar!" He said silently as he remembered having an odd dream where his mother had finished healing his leg. And it had happened in real life. Blizzardstorm was happy, but for another reason; The messed up Blizzardstorm/Blizzard thing was back on track! He had his bright green eyes back, along with the regular switch-by-getting-hit-on-the-head. -
I don't really remember how this works...help please!)
Windflight joined Ivypelt. -
(Um, Ivypelt gazes into the pool, falls asleep, the cats say who they are, give him his lives, he wakes up and makes sure he doesn't get caught by Sunclan and attacked for trespassing, makes sure he doesn't enter Jayclan, get home, He's Ivystar!)
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Got it, thanks!)
Ivypelt and Windflight traveled quickly through the Sunclan territory. Not a word passed between the two, for the solemn weight of Ravenstar's death seemed to cause a muffled silence in the minds and hearts of his former clanmates. When they reached the pool, the medicine cat backed away, knowing this was not her task. She watched as the black tom lay down by the pool, closing his brown eyes. After a few moments his breathing evened out. A cold shock ran through him, and Ivypelt heard voices of hundreds of cats. Cats I'm going to meet... He realized. He shut his eyes again as another chill ran through him, leaving Ivypelt cold and still. He looked around. The starry scene was beautiful. It had a tragic feel to it, but that only added to the elegance of it all. He was in Starclan. Back near the pool, Windflight's lavander eyes were glued to the new leader. She was curious. Ivypelt was loyal to his family and his clan, but she questioned his leaderly skills. There was no doubt in the she cat's mind, but she simply couldn't decide what kind of leader Ivypelt would make. -
Rank upon Ranks of Starry cats sat before him, each of their pelts shimmering and shining.
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Ivypelt gazed at the glistening cats, his eyes wide and mouth agape. His face flickered with recognition as his brown eyes flitted over the crowd. A brown tabby with Windflight's purple eyes and soft smile. A tiny black and white kit with playful bite eyes. His smile turned sad when he spotted a sandy golden apprentice. Heatherpaw. But at her reassuring smile, he stepped forward, announcing, "Ravenstar is dead." He was aware the Starclan cats knew, but their intense observation of him was making the tom a bit edgy.
Nettlestar is first!!) -
Suddenly a familiar black she-cat moved out of the rank, stepping forward. (What should she give him) "I don't think I have to introduce myself. You should remember your mother after all!" Nettlestar meowed, a glint in her green eyes.
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Up to you!)
Ivypelt's eyes softened. "Mother..." He took another step forward. "It's been too long, Nettlestar." -
Nettlestar smiled. "Too long for you, but I have watched you for a long time. As I have done with Blizzardstorm." She meowed, knowing she was leaving out Riverheart. Then she touched her nose to his. "With this life I give you strength to overcome the strongest opponents. Use it to help your clan."
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Ivypelt felt a strong surge of raging strength run through him. He nodded. "Thank you Nettlestar..." Next a small cream colored she cat with dark honey colored patches approached him. "My name is Softgaze." She meowed, blinking her dark brown eyes, eyes that held unconditional love and warmth. She leaned forward, softly touching noses. "With this life I give you love. Use it to keep your clan together, and may it be a bright light for you when times grow dark." A burning shock jolted through him, and he was filled with a strong passion. Truly unconditional love. She moved away, and a large tom stepped forward. His fur was white, but his head and back had a pale silvery sheen. His blue eyes were hard as steel, but an unmistakable glint of humor and pride was visible. "I am Brightsoul." He touched noses with Ivypelt. "With this life I give you energy and spirit. Never give in to despair. Keep spirits up, for your own sale as well as the sake of your clanmates." As he spoke, Ivypelt was filled with a warm feeling, not as shocking as the others but still strong.
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(Who now?)
Nettlestar watched from the starry ranks, waiting. Just a few more... don't give into the pain... YOU HAVE TO BE LEADER OR ELSE! -
Uh...?)
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