[Blazingstar]
Former Leader of WindClan
No Purrks
The way his pelt tingled and stood on end was alert enough as Blazingstar felt a darker presence enter his surroundings. His head shot upwards, and he was on his paws in an instant, searching the source. Then, there it lay, comfy in the corner of the camp. StarClan's camp was clearly lacking in security, not that it'd been infiltrated in his time here. Even with his recent dream interactions, cats were lacking the faith it took to keep their borders up apparently.
"What do you think you're doing?" Blazingstar's growl rose from his chest as the golden tom approached the Dark Forest cat. "You outta head back to your side of the border before things get ugly."
Blazingstar hoped this cat would just cooperate. He really didn't feel like dragging someone out by their tail. It wasn't really what this peaceful afterlife was about, right? He should've been able to just chill here, but no. Instead, he had to still deal with intruders. Lame.
Nightwalker
Dark Forest | Former WindClan Warrior
he/him
[Surly, heavily scarred dark grey tabby with sky blue eyes]
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[Bogtumble - @dino. ] [Blazingstar - @SuspiciousMindz ] [Fallownose - @Ian ]
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The long and short of it was: Nightwalker was bored. His useless son Hawkfur had stopped visiting him in his dreams—he had a sneaking suspicion it was because of that ridiculous little “family” he had started that was preventing him from having nightmares. Ugh—and because of this he had run out of family to talk to. Not that he actually enjoyed talking to the little wretch, but it was something to do. His failed legacy had to live on, even if his weak-willed son was too cowardly to accept his destiny.
So again, Nightwalker was bored. The Dark Forest camp was usually quiet, as most who lived there were either brooding or off actually doing things. Nightwalker hadn’t worked up the power to infect the living world yet, but once he did, he wouldn’t be chomping at the bit to get out of camp.
Then Bogtumble came along. Or more accurately: he left. Nightwalker had grown accustomed to watching his hell-mates, memorizing their patterns and fitting them into the massive jigsaw in his head that once completed would reveal his plans coming to fruition. Needless to say, Nightwalker was curious. The surly tom stalked after the other warrior, not bothering to be sneaky as he approached on the side. He didn’t say anything as they walked, more interested in where they were going.
The suffocating forest of darkness didn’t change gradually into the bright starlit forest. The border was extremely stark. Nightwalker hummed in interest as Bogtumble trotted over the border without so much as a sneeze. It looked like the veil was thin. Nightwalker smirked, following.
StarClan camp was easy to find, and even easier to enter in. Nightwalker strode in confidently alongside Bogtumble, following him to a quiet corner of camp and settling down with his torn up tail over his wicked paws.
It didn’t take long for someone to see them. “Ah, Blazingstar.” Nightwalker purred, deep voice like distant thunder. He had served under Blazingstar as a warrior. A loyal warrior. Some might call him an extremist, but only those who lacked vision. If only the golden furred leader had had more vision. A shame, really. They could have done great things together.
Blazingstar’s snarled words received a snort from the dark tabby. “Ah, how I’ve missed your voice.” He deadpanned, staring unflinchingly at his former leader. Not.
It was peaceful for about two minutes before his rest was interrupted. Not by whoever the heck was following him, but by some rude old leader who apparently thought he still had any claim on Bogtumble. The audacity, really! Apparently having served as a warrior during the leader's reign wasn't enough to cut him some slack.
With an exaggerated sigh, Bogtumble rolled over onto his side, let his long ears flop sideways, and looked up at Blazingstar with a disgruntled expression. "Oh, wouldja let a guy SLEEP for two seconds," he moaned. "'My side of the border,' as you've put it so lovingly, is absolutely AWFUL for my beauty rest. Won't you let it slide just once for a former Clanmate, Blaze-y? I didn't even do much to end up on the other side, honest."
No. Nonono. Stalking back in from a a round of patrolling the territory, Cindersky made no sound. Her eyes were locked into a piece of vermin currently rolling around in their camp. With a flick of her tail she lunged forward and aimed to sink her teeth into the scruff of Bogtumble, yanking backwards if she were successful. "Do not make me shred you," she ordered rather calmly as she attempted to drag the cat backwards by their scruff, eyes flickering to Blazingstar. "Blazingstar, grab the other one. There is no room in our home for such shadowed hearts."
Looking back down at Bogtumble she knew that even if she had managed to grab him by the scruff he would likely put up a fight. That was more than alright with her. She had not had a goone one in some time, and wouldn't mind sending this cat back to the far dark corners of their pitiful forest.
how long was he asleep why did he hurt he slowly blinked awake everything was blurry as he sat up everything came to be more clear... Starclan? was his first thought when he woke oh he was dead he wondered how long he been dead or when he died did ivystorm know did she tell hawkstar wait what was his name he didnt remember he was thinking but it didn't stick he laid back down to rest
[Blazingstar]
Former Leader of WindClan
No Purrks
What the...
It'd take a moment, but it would slowly come back to him who these cats were. It'd been many, many, moons since he'd seen either of them. The astonishment in his gaze was only there for a second before they'd flare back up in a cold fire. There was no room here for them. They were no longer clanmates, they didn't have any hold on him. This history did not matter here, at least he thought.
Cindersky had showed up to assist him, it appeared. One of the few active members he'd seen in recent moons. It helped snap him out of the clanmate mentality and Blazingstar shot forward, his jaws aiming to grab the back of Nightwalker's neck. He'd drag them both out, whatever it took. "You should've just listened to me the first time," he'd growl as his teeth would clamp down. He was sure Nightwalker would fight or resist so wherever his teeth would clamp down, would be where the former leader would attempt to drag him away by.
Helpless. Absolutely helpless.
Helpless to save him. Helpless to do anything.
What kind of an older brother was he? Gaze glued to his only window into the living world, as the former leader heaved his little brother onto her back, only able to watch. He had tried to call Fishfreckle to Moonfall Lake. He had tried to reach out to him. He had tried begging. Pleading even, like a child. He couldn't to anything.
He was powerless. He had no control.
Tiny claws curled, as deep as they could, into the starry ground. small ears locked forward. Unblinking little eyes. All Sootkit could do was watch and wait, as his brothers life hung on the line. It was excruciating.
Larkwing was his only hope at this moment. The former leader which he had doubted for her young age. The cat who his brother cared about the most. Her. As she heaved him onto her back, and rushed him to Mistyshards den, Sootkits mind raced. All the things he hadnt done to prepare for this; he shouldve taught Mistyshard more herbs, or properly spoke to his brother in his dreams (which, theoretically, mightve helped Sootkit call him to the lake), STARS. THERE HAD TO BE SOMETHING HE COULD DO. ANYTHING. he was on his paws now, silently screaming at his brother through worlds.
No. Nonono. Stalking back in from a a round of patrolling the territory, Cindersky made no sound. Her eyes were locked into a piece of vermin currently rolling around in their camp. With a flick of her tail she lunged forward and aimed to sink her teeth into the scruff of Bogtumble, yanking backwards if she were successful. "Do not make me shred you," she ordered rather calmly as she attempted to drag the cat backwards by their scruff, eyes flickering to Blazingstar. "Blazingstar, grab the other one. There is no room in our home for such shadowed hearts."
Looking back down at Bogtumble she knew that even if she had managed to grab him by the scruff he would likely put up a fight. That was more than alright with her. She had not had a goone one in some time, and wouldn't mind sending this cat back to the far dark corners of their pitiful forest.
[Blazingstar]
Former Leader of WindClan
No Purrks
What the...
It'd take a moment, but it would slowly come back to him who these cats were. It'd been many, many, moons since he'd seen either of them. The astonishment in his gaze was only there for a second before they'd flare back up in a cold fire. There was no room here for them. They were no longer clanmates, they didn't have any hold on him. This history did not matter here, at least he thought.
Cindersky had showed up to assist him, it appeared. One of the few active members he'd seen in recent moons. It helped snap him out of the clanmate mentality and Blazingstar shot forward, his jaws aiming to grab the back of Nightwalker's neck. He'd drag them both out, whatever it took. "You should've just listened to me the first time," he'd growl as his teeth would clamp down. He was sure Nightwalker would fight or resist so wherever his teeth would clamp down, would be where the former leader would attempt to drag him away by.
Noooo. NOOOOOO! Bogtumble let out a disgruntled shriek as some cat he DIDN'T KNOW OR CARE ABOUT snuck up behind him and snagged him by his scruff like a disobedient kit! The nerve!! He dug his claws into the grass and tried to wriggle around to a position that would allow him to escape Cindersky's grip.
"LEMME GO!" he shouted. "I WAS TRYING TO RELAX! THIS IS RUDE! THERE'S NO SUN ON THE OTHER SIDE!"
Nightwalker
Dark Forest
he/him
[Surly, heavily scarred dark grey tabby with sky blue eyes]
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[Bogtumble - @dino. ] [Blazingstar - @SuspiciousMindz ]
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Leaving so soon? Nightwalker watched with thinly veiled amusement as Bogtumble was dragged away kicking and screaming, making a fool out of himself. When Nightwalker felt teeth on his scruff, he simply chuckled lowly. "No need for that, Blazingstar." He chided, aiming to rip himself from the leader's grip with a sharp tug. If Blazingstar leapt at him again, he wouldn't resist. But he had more self respect than to allow himself to be dragged out like a disobedient kit. He had seen the hesitation in his former leader's eyes and that alone had made this entire trip worth it.
Nightwalker, if left alone for a moment, simply followed the procession out of StarClan's camp. He seemed pleased with himself--though he always seemed pleased with himself. He padded along silently, eyeing Cindersky and Bogtumble. One self-righteous and annoying, the other pathetic and also annoying. He would have been embarrassed to call Bogtumble his clanmate even before they were sequestered to the hell that was the Dark Forest. Unfortunately for Nightwalker, it seemed the grumbling warrior was not fit for an ally. Walking boldly from the Forest to the Stars was enough to intrigue the tom, but not to impress him. No matter. Eventually he would find someone with the skills to bring his dream to life.
As they reached the border once more, Nightwalker stepped over without fuss. The sodden ground lapped at his paws eagerly, and he resisted the urge to huff in frustration. He had forgotten what it was like to step on solid, dry ground. Turning to Cindersky and Blazingstar, Nightwalker flashed the latter a menacing grin. "Might want to keep up your borders. Consider this little visit a favor and a reminder. Just because you're in the Stars does not mean you're invincible."
Waterworm exists in StarClan, because he's cool and all that jazz. Anyway, he takes a totally amaze-tastic nap. The best nap ever in his life- er- in his death. Oh yeah baby.
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