PROMISE OF A FUTURE CRISIS ☓ ALL WINDCLAN | GOSSAMER ; a literate warriors rpg

tallsie is waiting for white

communication admin

each a perfect porcelain doll

203 pawprints

played by: white

PROMISE OF A FUTURE CRISIS ☓ ALL WINDCLAN Jan 19, 2014 12:18:18 GMT -8

Quote

Jan 19, 2014 12:18:18 GMT -8

promise of a future crisis

windclan knew that they were the most stable of the four clans, especially after the news of thunderclan's sickness taking hold. however, as the winter days became more dreary and the weather kept getting warmer, there had been recent sightings of twolegs all over their camp. tallstar announced, the dawn after emberfang's deputyship, that he would go and investigate-- taking cloverfloud as well as pipitpelt with him, his two closest companions. at first, they had meant to look at the twolegs, wondering if they should be the one to drive them out-- as they were the ones responsible for instigating the den-arrested clan to stay in, hungry, cold, itching to run.

they didn't return. day and night passed, and the cats grew ever so restless. were they coming back? where did they go? yet, the plan was so secret and their faith in their medicine cat leader was so strong that they kept their worries hidden in their bellies, underneath their tongues. everyone was restless, everyone was worried, everyone knew that something had to go wrong; but nobody ever talked about it. as if by refusing to acknowledge a disappearance meant that it never really happened.

and so the clan life went on, and with that, the edging disappearance of their leader and the two warriors was pushed into the back of their mind as they tried to remember that starclan had looked upon the moor cats favorable over the past moon. they were strong. happy. and they would always be. and as the fourth night of their disappearance came, the cats lay in their dens-- some exhausted, others unable to sleep. and with the rustling and stirring of a breath, and a voice from the center of the camp-- a sound so incomprehensibly painful,

tallstar and clovercloud... are... dead

the brown tabby warrior, collapsed onto his side, his deep brown eyes filled with pain-- yet, he struggled to stand up. his eyes burning with disbelief, yet, he still stood. because collapsing meant that he was weak, and windclan was not weak. pipitpelt struggled, his tall slung haphazardly onto the ground. his pelt was ruffled with destruction, and his ears ripped, his pelt bloody and his eyes wild. the twolegs.. there's traps.. set up.. we got caught-- they, they took them away. and tallstar refused, he.. he stopped, he screeched, attacking them.. and they.. they- the last thing i saw, his body the light in his eyes. gone. gone away. i.. and yet, with his last words, he collapsed to his side, coughing up blood, and his chest rose and fell one last time before the light in his eyes faded. his noble attempt to come back from the horrors that he had seen to announce to the clan was recognizable. praise worthy. he was a noble and loyal cat, one that anyone would have been proud to witness, proud to know. his story, the one that rested on the final breath of his lips would be one passed down--

that of a tabby warrior who stood by his leader until his last breath, desperately running, passing through the territories. and the rest of windclan watched, silently. the message of pipitpelt's words rang through the camp:

the promise of future chaos.

emberfang

windclan deputy

40 pawprints

played by: sparkie

PROMISE OF A FUTURE CRISIS ☓ ALL WINDCLAN Jan 20, 2014 2:09:49 GMT -8

Quote

Jan 20, 2014 2:09:49 GMT -8

Her dreams were dark, heavy, with the distinct melancholic background of unavoidable danger and dread but they were equally unclear, forcing her deeper into nonsense, forcing her into a spiral of confusion and panic, until she scrabbled away, paws scrapping at the soft earth of the camp, choking through her terror and anxiety. Her body rolled forward on to her stop, jerking to a stop, and her ears flattened; she tried to take a deep breath, to steady herself, to breathe and remember that everything was going to be okay.

Tallstar's disappearance rattled the clan, made everyone twitchy and nervous, but it felt amplified within Emberfang's own heart, as suddenly she wasn't just organizing patrols but leading the clan, offering cats advice when they asked, checking with Briarheart, visiting with the apprentices and their mentors, like it was her job. But it wasn't supposed to be.

She still slept at the edge of the camp, somewhat away from others, despite her new shared closeness with the clan. She enjoyed the peace and privacy of it but as the a gentle breeze eased through the gorse wall, a scent drifted past her nose. The yawning pit of stress and distress she'd found in her stomach since Tallstar vanished hardened into a knot of certainty that whatever would happen next would change her life in a way she never could have imagined.

"Tallstar and Clovercloud... are... dead." His voice was lanced with pain, weak, exhausted and as heads popped up over the restless clan, he collapsed, the scent of blood she'd picked up, oozing into the clan like a poison. "The twolegs.. there's traps.. set up.. we got caught-- they, they took them away. and Tallstar refused, he.. he stopped, he screeched, attacking them.. and they.. they- the last thing i saw, his body the light in his eyes. gone. gone away. I..." Pipetpelt's voice drifted away, like his life, his corpse alone in the camp.

A loud ringing entrenched her ears, her bones felt weak, her mouth dry and she couldn't breathe, she couldn't inhale because it was too much and Tallstar was dead and what was Windclan going to do they were doomed who would what had and the twolegs and she couldn't breathecouldn'tbreathe and she's panting heavy and deep and she still can't hear anything and what what because Tallstar wasn't coming back her whole body shakes and trembles and she can't get a hold on the moment because she can't breatheherlungsareachingohnoohnoohno.

And then time stops, and she collects herself, her body clears, her mind clears and she only asks one question. Who will lead Windclan?

And there was only one answer. She would. Emberfang would lead Windclan because that was her duty now, to lead her proud, precious clan and she would. Maybe she wasn't the best for the job, maybe she would fail them. But right now, as the scent of rising panic and fear smothered and twisted with the scent of Pipetpelt's blood, her clanmates needed her. There was no other choice.

Emberfang rose, legs shaking, unsteady but with every step stronger. She approached the Tallrock, staring at it as it grew in her vision, a monster she must tackle, a challenge she couldn't, wouldn't back away from. She leapt and she was there.

The clan panicked beneath her, some staring at the body, some crying, other's shouting, other's frozen and suddenly, her mouth was too dry but she needed to speak anyway. Her claws scraped against the stone, her tail flicked nervously. She felt it bristle with nerves, and the rising fear as she watched her clanmates, feeding off their emotions as much as she was trying to quell her own.

"L-listen." She meowed, trying to make her voice rise above a whisper. But they did not. "Listen to -- to me." And they ignored her, so she did the only thing she could, the only thing that would make her heard. She tossed her head back and yowled, her thin voice screeching over their heads, echoing across the camp. And they heard her.

She felt their stares, felt them see her, felt them all look at her and Emberfang wanted to hide, wanted to crawl off the Tallrock, to hide with her sister, to howl and whimper and cry until Tallstar came back, but he wouldn't, so she took a deep breath, steadying herself before she met their gazes, fighting her fear and shock.

"Puh-puh- please listen to me." As she spoke, her voice wasn't loud, but it got stronger. "Tallstar has passed. As a clan, we knew that it would happen, one day, not in our time, but it has happened. And we are all devestated, how could we not be? He was a kind, sturdy leader, who would have lead us to greatness..." She paused, searching for the right words. "He deserves our respect and so tonight we grieve for him. As we grieve for Pipetpelt and Clovercloud.

Briarheart

windclan meddie

16 pawprints

played by: Shiny

PROMISE OF A FUTURE CRISIS ☓ ALL WINDCLAN Jan 20, 2014 3:21:08 GMT -8

Quote

Jan 20, 2014 3:21:08 GMT -8

[/u][/i] She froze with one paw hanging in the air and stared at him as he collapsed. Tallstar was dead. He couldn't be dead. She refused to believe it. Pipitpelt continued speaking, and his words had an echoey sound when they registered in her brain, like they came from far off. "The twolegs.. There's traps.. set up.. we got caught-- they, they took them away. And tallstar refused, he.. he stopped, he screeched, attacking them.. and they.. they- the last thing i saw, his body the light in his eyes. gone. gone away. I.."

Briarheart came back to herself when she saw his chest flutter to a standstill. Guilt made her ears flatten. She was the medicine cat, but she'd just stood there while he clearly needed help. She leaned over and gently licked his eyes closed and arranged his body so that it was almost like he could have been sleeping, if not for the stench of blood and death that surrounded him. She just wished she had the herbs to cover the scent. She could see if the heather had any flowers, but that would take time...

A screech made everyone go silent, and the medicine cat looked up to the Tallrock, where Emberfang- soon to be Emberstar- stood looking over the Clan. The deputy started with a stutter, but her voice soon gained strength. "Puh-puh- please listen to me. Tallstar has passed. As a clan, we knew that it would happen, one day, not in our time, but it has happened. And we are all devastated, how could we not be? He was a kind, sturdy leader, who would have lead us to greatness...He deserves our respect and so tonight we grieve for him. As we grieve for Pipetpelt and Clovercloud."

A dark voice whispered in Briarheart's voice, "Some will mourn more than others, though." Briarheart glanced around the clearing, seeing warriors who had scorned the former medicine cat bowing their heads in genuine grief. Her throat closed up and she sent a prayer to StarClan, hoping Tallstar would hear it. 'StarClan, please, accept these noble cats who sacrificed their lives so that WindClan may live on.'
[/ul][/blockquote][/div]

almondpaw ❃

windclan

there is a fire inside of this heart, and a riot about to explode into flames ☁

30 pawprints

played by: harlequin

PROMISE OF A FUTURE CRISIS ☓ ALL WINDCLAN Jan 20, 2014 19:28:13 GMT -8

Quote

Jan 20, 2014 19:28:13 GMT -8

And the world's gonna know your name;

Cause you burn with the brightest flame;*

The cold leafbare breeze made it's way into the apprentice's den, Almondpaw, whose den was the second one in, felt the cold hit her back and shivered as she culred up tighter. It wasn't a good night. She was exhausted, just a few days ago the infamous 'farmhouse incident' had caused her to injure her shoulder while on an adventure with her friend Chalkpaw. She had almost made a full recovery -no scratch that- she had recovered completely, she had just been given the advice to rest a bit. Anyways, their little adventure had caused a lot of troubles. Tallstar, who also happened to be Almondpaw's mentor was not pleased at all. He was disappointed, but even more worried. He said that the abandoned farmhouse was a dangerous place that must not be visited alone, especially by a pair of apprentices. In the end he was relieved she was alright, she had nothing but a minor bruise as a reminder; it could've been worse, especially with the falcon that had ambushed them on the path.. she could've died.

After that, Tallstar had insisted on avoiding the abandoned two leg structure, not only because of the falcon but because another warrior had warned the clan about two leg sightings and weird smaller structures. With the news the clan had been frantic, causing Tallstar to make a rash decision. He set out on an investigation misssion, taking his mate, Clovercloud and another warrior, Pipitpelt along. They had been missing for a while making the whole atmosphere even more tense. But they figured going to search for them would be more dangerous.

Now to back to the present.
Almondpaw stirred in her sleep, the cool breeze making her shiver once again. Then a horrible shriek broke into camp, disturbung her sleep and worst of all making her blood turn to ice.
~~tallstar and clovercloud... are... dead~~
She was half-sitting in her nest her heart beating out of control and her eyes still adjusting to the moonlight. What?, she thought still half asleep, shaking her head as if she were in a nightmare, but the scene didn't go away, and the words echoed trhough her mind. Still sthinking it was just a sick joke her mind was playing, she walked -rather stumbled- out of the apprentice's den and into the clearing.

What she found there looked like a macabre scene from the most twisted and retorded mind. A single warrior, his pelt covered with blood and mud, part of his fur plucked out and his eyes, two botomless pits of sheer terror. She stared at him stunned, thinking her nightmare had gone out of control.
Then after mumbling something Almondpaw couldn't comprehend he stumbled, his body laying in perfect stillness, as the life was drained from his eyes.

It was then she understood this wasn't a nightmare. It was real life hell.
She couldn't help but scream when the tom dropped dead. Her eyes shitting tightly with pain. "NO!" she cried with all her might.
Then the reality stcuk her like a bullet. Tallstar was dead. He was dead.
Her leader, her mentor , her friend! And the father of two beautiful kits.. They'd be devastated, losing both of their parents at once.
Oh! Her heart churned and her tears came rushing down her cheeks.
He had gone investigate after she had gone there without permission, he had done it out of worry for her, for the clan.
And now he was gone.

She felt more tears coming and she couldn't stop herslef from shaking violently.
"It was my fault"
she whispered with a deep knot in her throat.

After that she zoned out, not noticing more cats had come out, they were probably watching her and the poor Ppipitpelt, even Emberfang had come out but she didn't notice. She didn't want to. She just hunched over, her eyes shut as she sobbed uncontrollably.

words:670

tinypaw

windclan

4 pawprints

played by: Memo

PROMISE OF A FUTURE CRISIS ☓ ALL WINDCLAN Jan 22, 2014 11:26:01 GMT -8

Quote

Jan 22, 2014 11:26:01 GMT -8

She had been content to sleep in the apprentice’s den, tucked in the back corner where she knew the chilly wind couldn’t cut through her thin pelt and freeze her altogether. It was nights like this when- although she’d never admit it aloud- Tinypaw missed the feeling of her mother wrapped tightly around her, pressed against the queen’s warm belly and fur. She shivered slightly, gradually waking from sleep. Her pale green eyes slit open. The she-cat knew she wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight, not as chilly as it was outside. For once, the apprentice wished she had siblings- at least then she could curl up with them; absorb some of their body heat.

She shivered again, more violently this time. She tried to close her eyes again; tried rolling over, but nothing did any good. Everyone else managed in the den was managing to sleep- or so she thought. That was when she spotted a fellow apprentice stumbling out of the den.

‘Almondpaw?’ Tinypaw thought sluggishly, blinking in the low light. The apprentice could hear voices outside, could barely make sense of what was being said. She stood and stretched on her mossy bed, before following the other she-cat out of the den. Maybe moving around would warm the tiny cat up. After all, anything was better than sitting in her den and shivering all nigh-

The tang of blood hit her nose first, even before she noticed the silhouette of the warrior on his side, unmoving. A long time passed before she was able to process the last words of the tabby tom.

Tinypaw clamped her jaws tightly as her stomach heaved. She felt like she was going to vomit. She had always thought- always knew- that nothing was going to happen to the trio of cats that left to investigate. She knew it in her heart, always clung to that hope. And now… Now Tinypaw didn’t know what to think. Her belly was tying itself in knots now; her head and tail felt heavy. It was difficult to stand, and so she stumbled forward a bit, managing to catch herself before tripping over a stray rock. It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe. She sniffled like a kit, fighting the frightfully strong urge to cry. Tinypaw refused to cry, even as hot tears pricked at her eyes.

It was a powerful yowl that snapped Tinypaw out of her thoughts and dragged her back to earth. Her head snapped to the side to look at the source: Emberfang. She listened as the older she-cat recounted what the now dead warrior had said. Her jaw tightened once more; her teeth were starting to hurt from it.A single thought echoed in her mind.

'This can't be happening.'

Tinypaw sniffled again, more pitifully. She glanced sadly from Emberfang, to Briarheart, back to Emberfang, now to Almondpaw, sobbing off to the side. If anything, it was her fellow apprentice’s cries that made Tinypaw’s heart hurt all the more.

Briarheart

windclan meddie

16 pawprints

played by: Shiny

PROMISE OF A FUTURE CRISIS ☓ ALL WINDCLAN Jan 22, 2014 18:10:54 GMT -8

Quote

Jan 22, 2014 18:10:54 GMT -8

[/u][/i] Just like that, the darkness receded and Briarheart could think clearly again. She went to the young she-cat's side and touched her tail gently to Almondpaw's side. In a clear voice, she meowed, "No, Almondpaw, this is no one's fault. Not yours, not mine, not even StarClan's. If the fault lies with anyone, it lies with the twolegs that Pipitpelt spoke of." She looked around at the gathered WindClan cats and spoke up. "Tallstar loved us. He might not have been a warrior before becoming leader, but he loved us. That's why he risked his life. That's why he..." Her throat closed up, and Briarheart had to clear it to continue speaking. "That's why he died. That's why we're here."

She looked up at the stars, so clear and yet so far away. Were Tallstar and Clovercloud looking over them? Pipitpelt had died here, so there was no question on whether his spirit was with StarClan or not. The medicine cat pushed those heavy thoughts away before continuing, "I know one thing. All three of those brave cats are watching us and protecting us, just as they did when they were alive. Clovercloud will be watching her kits grow up, Pipitpelt will be teaching the apprentices how to hunt, and Tallstar will be walking with us whenever we need him to."
[/ul][/blockquote][/div]

Chalkpaw ♪

windclan appie

"What if I just ran away to get the warriors who can actually fight??"

41 pawprints

played by: Kat

PROMISE OF A FUTURE CRISIS ☓ ALL WINDCLAN Jan 23, 2014 5:36:54 GMT -8

Quote

Jan 23, 2014 5:36:54 GMT -8

"PROMISE OF FUTURE CRISIS"

WindClan had been doing so well.

Chalkpaw, unlike some of the other cats, had been dreaming of a full fresh kill pile, stocked herbs in the medicine cat's den, and plenty of able warriors to defend the Clan. It seemed as though they were managing to get by, and they were the most fortunate of the four Clans through the Leafbare. Even though the chilly season brought shortage in prey and herbs, there hadn't been many days when cats had to skip a meal or go hungry, and they were pulling through. A small smile formed on the sleeping cat's face as he thought about all he had managed to accomplish in the last few moons. He actually wasn't too bad at sparring, and had even received some words of encouragement from his mentor, Emberfang. Plus, he had managed to make a new friend, his good friend Almondpaw. He was so preoccupied the last few days, with all the positives he thought they had, that he hadn't payed much mind to the fact that two warriors and the leader had been missing for a while now. He had always just assumed that they were on some special mission.

And suddenly, the dream came crashing down, as a voice awoke him with a startling message. One of the warriors, Pipetpelt, had stumbled into the camp, bloody and exhausted. He collapsed, and forced himself back up to his paws as he announced that tallstar and clovercloud... they were... they w-were dead?! The Javanese-mix's smile fell and an expression of shock and fear replaced what had been a more pleasant one as he sat up and took a moment to process exactly what had been said. No... Impossible... He looked over at Almondpaw, and the look on her white-and-ginger face could only mean that he had heard correctly. She stumbled out before him, and the tom hesitated to even rise to his paws, afraid that his fears would come true the second he set foot outside the safe haven of a den. At first, he contemplated just hiding, burying his face between his front paws and wishing away what must have been a nightmare.

Almondpaw's shriek was enough to make the other apprentice jump up to his paws, fur bristling as it finally hit him. They weren't coming back. They were dead. And now the entire Clan would be next!! Chalkpaw's heart was racing, thumping loudly in his ears as he stumbled out of the den and looked over at the lifeless body of Pipetpelt.

The lynx-point cat shook his head to himself, starting to shake as he froze and stared at the corpse. His legs felt suddenly weak, and he wanted nothing more than to find a safe place to hide. He had never seen Twolegs, and if they could do this to three warriors, then he didn't ever want to see them up close. Then again... he was part kittypet... His father lived with these monsters, and preferred their dens to the moor. How?? They must have been beasts: great, tall, extremely strong beasts to manage to set traps through the entire forest and take on three Clan cats. Panic began to set in, and he hadn't noticed that Emberfang had started to speak until she was about half way through her announcement.

It only took a second for the fear to settle in and find a weak place in his mind. Sorrow wasn't the main thing on his mind; panic was quickly turning into hysteria.

"We're all going to die!!" Chalkpaw suddenly shrieked, shaking his head before he stumbled back and tripped over his own paws. He tried to back away from Tallrock, staring up at his mentor with wide fearful eyes before he looked around at every other cat as if they were all surrounded by a pack of hungry dogs or something. He could already see the carnage, already see the blood and hear the yowls of pain from every cat around him. He couldn't take that, couldn't take the suffering, couldn't take seeing those around him suffer. Tears began to slide down his face, as he truly believed that... All hope was lost. StarClan had abandoned them, and they were left to the mercy of the Twolegs.

"StarClan has forsaken us!!" he cried, legs finally giving way and causing him to fall, so that he was lying down and staring up at his Clanmates.

words: 741
tags: @windclan
notes: n/a
credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn

Chalkpaw