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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[Scary_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.


@gs29514 @Tallstar

[Badwolf]

[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."

[nyme]

ALL I EVER WANTED
WAS TO BE OF WILDFLOWERS

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MAGGOTKIT . 5 MOONS . IT/ITS . WINDCLAN

Maggotkit is a rapt audience. A good story will always get it to shut up without fail, and it's fallen deep into this one on account if how creepy it is, and of how sad it feels for Mistwalker. Every warrior's prize for living is supposed to be going to Starclan, and poor, poor Mistwalker wasn't even allowed that.

How awful.

"Is Mistwalker still out there now? Can anybody visit it? What did Ashpelt do when he got back?" It finally pipes up just to urge the story onward, worried for the spirit and eager to see how Ashpelt would handle this.

@Tallstar ; DUCKTHROAT

[Luna16]

Daffodilpaw l Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE] l Heightened Perception (smell) [ACTIVE] l WindClan apprentice l she/her

Daffodilpaw was not expecting such a terrifying ghost story. She was glad Ashkit hadn't come next to her, because she jumped up and curled up next to Bouncepaw when he arrived, shuddering at Duckthroat's tale. "How awful!" She wailed, burying her muzzle in her brother's shoulder. To be betrayed by the ones you loved most? Daffodilpaw could think of no worse fate than that. No wonder Mistwalker can never find peace... Her heart ached for the fallen warrior. Why would StarClan allow something so terrible?

[@bigbxdwolfz]

[Dolomedes]

Crowkit

Crowkit peeked out of the nursery, the hum of a crowd had caught his attention. At least, it was more interesting than anything that was happening in the nursery right now. Ooo all sorts of cats! Why so many! He turned his gaze around the group and landed on a variety of cats all here, warriors apprentices… oh and some kits! So that meant that Crowkit could join in too! The kitten, content with that conclusion, began to bound over. Tripping over his paws once or twice he looked for someone to ask about what’s happening. Then he noticed Uncle Crow!

“Big Crow! Big Crow! What’s going on? Why so many cats?” The kitten flipped right over onto Crowtooth’s paws if the older feline allowed it. Crowkit’s eyes went to the elder that seemed to be the host of whatever was happening. Was it another race? That sounded fun but no one was making teams or anything so maybe not. The kit looked back to Crowtooth with a grin as he waited for an explanation about what was happening.

[ @Rani - Crowtooth ]
[ Crow bonding :chaos: ]

[TheRedWyvern]

Ashkit stayed silent when the elder stopped talking. He let the words linger in the air and repeat themselves in his head. He didn’t say anything.

{P.S.: @Tallstar it’s TheRedWyvern not -Wyvren ^^}

[Tallstar]

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Duckthroat
106 Moons
He/They

Duckthroat fixed his eyes on Crowtooth and maggotkit ah yes of course questions “Listen and find out keep in mind this is a myth or well legend..” he states before continuing “ From that night on, WindClan spoke of the Haunting Mist with a mixture of fear and reverence. They say that on foggy nights, when the wind howls mournfully across the heath, Mistwalker's spirit prowls still, a cautionary specter to those who would let jealousy and darkness taint their loyalty.

The tale of Mistwalker spread like wildfire among the Clan, each telling adding its own layer of eeriness and caution. Elders recalled ancient prophecies warning of spirits bound to the moors, restless and vengeful. Apprentices exchanged nervous glances during their patrols, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of Mistwalker's ghostly form among the swirling mist.

But it was not just the apparition that haunted their thoughts. Stories began to surface of other cats lost to the fog—warriors who ventured too far into the mist and never returned, their cries swallowed by the whispering shadows. Some claimed to have seen eyes gleaming from the darkness, heard faint whispers carried on the wind, warning of impending doom.

As the moons waxed and waned, the mist seemed to grow thicker, its tendrils reaching deeper into WindClan territory. Elders cautioned against venturing out alone, and warriors walked with tails entwined, seeking solace in the warmth of camaraderie. Yet, despite their vigilance, the sense of unease lingered like a storm cloud on the horizon, waiting to unleash its fury.

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