development DANCING INTO MADNESS // dev; dancing

[VULTUREMASK]

Tonight was like no other night. It was beyond beautiful, it was magnificent and he felt so blessed to be standing under this captivating life changing night!. Never before had his life made such sense. His very purpose of existing. Vulturemask had found his calling this blessful beautiful night that would change his life forever. Never before he had felt his life burn as bright as this. With the stars as his wittness he would get reborn tonight and become something extraordinary. He was so very happy in that very moment that he started to dance out on the field swinging his paws back and forth along with the rythm of the wind, spinning around whilst his face was turned up against the sky and he wore the most horrifying smile, wide and twisted. But he was joyful because he had found his escape from this hellish life on earth he was trapped in. How he would earn his way to paradise.

Vulturemask took a spin around his eyes wide with joy and wide smile never losing its glow. He noticed he was not alone out here anymore. Attention he seemed to have brought to himself!. But for once he was not bitter with his clanmates company but inside he wanted to share this experience with all of them!. " Come and dance with me!." he would call out with joy, never stoping, his dance moves contunie as he spun around and around while tip tapping back and forth elegantly on the field. " I had a nice dream for once. " he would confess with glee. Tonight he had not been plauged with nightmares like he always would ever single night instead they had come into his dreams to bring them into a beautiful place to light his whole soul up. Just thinking about it made him want to laugh with joy!.

He spun around again to face his clanmates with his tearful eyes of horrifying delight before he closed them and his smile grow wider if it even was possible. " I get to see Rosepaw again!." he sang out with cackling joy. His long lost friend. The one who had died so suddenly and unfairly!. The one who had got taken away from him which had set his soul on a wrathful fire!. His friend he had never forgotten about, never stopt thinking about or missing. In his dream they had come to visit him and in their joyful reunion Rosepaw had told him about starclan!. How he was happy there and that life there was like paradise in compare to the life down here on earth. Yes, his friend had blessed his ears with promises of a better afterlife, that his own littermates was there!. Everyone he loved and longed for was there waiting for his arrival to join them one day, and all he needed to do in return was to serve starclan. If he did that they would welcome him with open paws to let him into their warm embrace and then he would finally be happy. Starclan was going to be his salvation!.

He felt so foolish now for ever having doubt them, for blaming them for his miserable life!. But now his eyes were finally open and awake!. He now understood they where the key to everything and as long he could hold on and endure he would one day get to join them to life the rest of his enternity with the ones who truly cared for him, and one day Sunflowerpaw, Shadowpaw and Goldenpaw would join him too, and then his life would be completed.

Life down here was just a test for starclan to judge a cats soul to decide if they deserved to join them in paradise or not, and yes, he would do anything absolutely anything to keep himself in their good grace from now on. He would work as their loyal subject so once his day come they would welcome him with open paws!. So yes, it was a night worth to dance and celebrate because he had never felt more alive then he did tonight.

This was how he truly spread his wings to take flight to the sky!.


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[SUNFLOWERMASK]

.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG

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Sunflowerpaw is a light sleeper. They always have been, even since kithood, always awakening at the slightest of sounds. They've often been awakened, during their time in the medicine den, by Vulturemask's frequent nighttime excursions. Usually they might brush it off, fall back asleep, but something seems different tonight.

They can't quite make out their half-brother's face in the dim of the medicine den, but there's something to the way he's walking that seems -- off. His steps are half-bouncing, a stuttering excitement to them threatening to burst free with every movement. His breaths, loud in the stillness of light, carry the hints of a laugh to them, caged for now, to be unleashed like none have heard before in his coming dance. The thrill of the medicine cat's revelation radiates like heat, catching his younger sibling and drawing them closer like a moth to a flame.

They rise, softly, from their now-familiar nest, moving with awkward, stuttering steps as they trail after their half-brother. They keep their injured paw from the ground, of course. It slows their movements, but it abates the pain (and they know, even strange as he is acting now, that Vulturemask would not be happy if they exacerbated their injury further).

They creep through the night, a pale shadow trailing graceless and halting after WindClan's medicine cat.

He comes to a field then, and something strange happens. Vulturemask -- cruel, bitter Vulturemask -- begins to dance. A joyous dance, a frantic, frenzied dance, the dance of an icy heart cracked open with delight. He spins with dizzying fervor, twisting and turning with the whipping of the wind, face turned upward, always upward, towards the sky. They can glimpse his expression, then, from their place still-hidden in the shadows. His face is starlit, sharp white teeth glinting from where they are bared in a grin, wide and manic, joyful and maddened. His eyes are wide and smile-creased, amber glinting like sunlight in the midnight-dark.

They've never seen him so happy before.

But there's something wrong with it -- anyone can see that. It's a frightening joy, laughter cracking through the night, gleeful expression sitting unnatural on his ever-glaring face. His words -- Come and dance with me -- are singsonged and strange, so strange, far too loud and filled with such terrifying delight.

But he's happy, that's what matters. It's good to see him laughing for once, strange as it is. They put aside the wrongness -- for once he is smiling, and even if it is strange and it is terrifying, they cannot find enough fear in themself to shrink away. They find themself swept up in his joy, feel a deep-set want to keep that jagged smile on his face.

Sunflowerpaw inches closer, careful not to set themself in the path of their brother's sweeping swaying. They begin, slowly, to mimic his movements, stutter-step dancing one-pawed and unsteady, small and shaky smile creeping its way onto their own face.

Come dance with me, Vulturemask says, and so they try.

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IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME .°☀

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• SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
  — they/them, 4 moons. semiverbal.
  — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
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[RAMWIND !]

MAY I STAND UNSHAKEN AMIDST THE CRASH OF THE WORLD ✧​

vulturemask is strange, enough so that ramwind does anything within his power to avoid the den that they haunt. the other twirls and whirls, an abnormal grin plastered on his face. for once, a shiver runs down the back of the chimera, unwilling to approach this...whatever this was. he makes sure to keep distance, and feels the need to call out to sunflowerpaw, warn them not to approach. but really, he has no stance here. no real authority. they're family, he thinks. and if sunflowerpaw wants to dance with the devil, then they're welcomed to.

clear displeasure has taken form on his face, head whipping side to side to see the other's reactions to this. welcomed? or faced with the same negativity? and really...the smile is off-putting. "what's up with your weirdo brother, sunflower?" he calls to the younger, fangs poking out from his lips. "got into some bad herbs?" it's spoken in a cruel drawl, but he just can't imagine why a cat would be acting like this. not unless they were poisoned by his own stock. he doesn't feel the same pleasure or joy as the apprentice does, doesn't care to see vulturemask joyful. simply because this doesn't look like joy to him. joy doesn't wear a grin so large, and somehow empty. doesn't possess someone like this. maybe some vicious laughter than eventually dies down into pathetic coughs and gasps for breaths...but not this.​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

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SOOTSTAR

WindClan Leader
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The sight before her was bewildering, Vulturemask was smiling and doing this strange movement he labeled dancing. Sootstar licks her chest fur in second-paw humiliation, it was weird, she doesn’t typically like that… but it was no Mallowlark weird. It did no harm and if it put their medicine cat in a more cheery mood so be it. Even the blue smoke gets tired of seeing a constant gray cloud looming over heads.

”Rampaw,” She gives the apprentice a stern look, hoping it’d be enough to silence him. Vulturemask had been reunited with a departed clan-mate, they could let him express his giddy tonight- even if it was again embarrassingly odd.

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