Gathering for Tales

[Alderheart2763]

Harewhisker
They/them
Warrior
14 moons


Harewhisker decided to listen, it couldnt be that bad right? They chose a spot not near anyone, so they could listen calmly.



[OPEN]

[Tallstar]

Duckthroat
106
He/Him They/Them
Gather 'round, young warriors, and huddle close by the Prey pile. Tonight, I'll tell you the tale of the Haunting Mist—a story whispered among the elders of WindClan, passed down from moons long past, when the shadows held more than just darkness.

In those days, when the moors stretched endlessly under the moon's silver gaze, WindClan prowled with a spirit as fierce as the wind itself. But there was a darkness that crept into their midst, a darkness that lingered not in the sky but in the hearts of those who roamed the heath.

It was on a night much like this one, when the mist descended from the hills like a ghostly tide. The air grew thick with a chilling dampness, and the moon was veiled behind a curtain of swirling fog. A young warrior named Ashpelt found himself alone on patrol, his fur prickling with unease as he treaded through the mist-shrouded moor.

The wind whispered through the reeds, carrying echoes of a tale long forgotten—a tale of Mistwalker, a warrior betrayed. As Ashpelt ventured deeper into the labyrinthine haze, he heard a faint rustling, like the breath of unseen spirits. Suddenly, a figure materialized before him—a cat of ethereal gray, eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

"I am Mistwalker," the apparition murmured, its voice a haunting echo in the stillness. "Once a warrior of WindClan, now condemned to wander these moors for all eternity."

"Why do you haunt these lands?" Ashpelt asked, his voice trembling despite his warrior's resolve.

"Mistwalker's tale is one of treachery and sorrow," the ghostly cat intoned, its form flickering like a wisp of smoke. "I served WindClan faithfully, but jealousy poisoned the hearts of my kin. They turned on me in the darkness, casting me out to wander these foggy moors."

The young warrior's heart raced as he listened, the mist weaving around him like a living thing. "What happened next?" he dared to ask, though fear gripped his throat like icy claws.

"Mistwalker's spirit yearns for peace," the ghost whispered, its eyes distant and haunted. "But the betrayal I endured binds me here. Beware, young warrior, for the darkness that lurks within one's heart can consume even the bravest soul."

With those words, the apparition faded into the mist, leaving Ashpelt alone with the weight of its tale. He hurried back to camp, his mind awash with thoughts of betrayal and lost souls wandering the moors." the elder paused and looked around at the cats he wasn't finished though he knew some cats may have questions

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[Crown_Sage]

Tigerpaw gasped, his whiskers twitching nervously. His fur lifted on his spine, as though Mistwalker was breathing into his ear.

[Rani]

Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler/Fury | He/him | 50 Moons

Power Card: Cold Gust

Huh? Oh it was Deadmoon. Crowtooth had meant to spend some time with her and see if there was anything he could do to help her in the wake of Wolffangs death hadnt he? That plan had kinda fallen apart with how badly Bravebird had turned and how.... Well given how he'd just lost the cat who was basically his sister he didnt feel too bad about not being able to comfort the cat who had lost her brother even if she deserved the comfort. She probably understood.


Blinking slowly at the other molly in greeting a tattered ear flicked in acknowledgement of the words, the tom musing a low raspy "Suppose I aint much in the mood fer my usual dramatics o' late. Got plenty in me though, maybe when Im in a better mood Ill get back on horrifyin' the clan though, got some tales o' monsters in the tunnels still." Not all of them were even fiction... That damn bat and leech cave the dog had chased him in to haunted him still.


For now it was Duckthroats time to shine and Crowtooth tuned in.


The idea of a creature in the mist and fog that often blanketed the moor in mornings was compelling, there was always something that felt wrong in there even without apparent ghosts.
"Is that possible Ma'am? Spirits stuck on earth instead o' headin' ta starclan? Ive seen souls walkin' the moor but its usually just a short visit, a conversation at most an' they always return ta the stars where they came from...." The idea of being stuck haunting the moor instead of being able to dwell amongst your ancestors in starclan was... chilling.


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[Bouncepaw]
Apprentice|6 moons|Windclan

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What was that? He may have been late, but he didn't mind listening to some stories.

"Is that the end?" He asks, feeling much relieved, "It's not as scary as I thought, then."