pafp nothing like a mothers love // joiner

[Snowshadow]

"Turn A Deeper Blue"​

Time was but something made up by the sun and moon rising at that point. It was uncertain how many days had gone by, how many rogues that littered the upwalkers territory, and how long paws started to ache. A form moved along the edge of the gorge, teetering on Riverclan and Windclan territory though those where unbeknownst to him. Dual eyes shined with exhaustion, a couple new wounds sported on his shoulders and face from fights with said rogue cats, and the lack of hunting as the wind got colder didn't help either. To think food in the kingdom was easier to come by, they hardly had winter where they lived and if it got cold it was more towards the mountains. Suppose a craddled valley wouldn't get a lot of seasonal change with a surrounding mountain range.

At some point, the figure had slowed down considerably and exhaustedly sat down on the sandy ground. The waterfall raged nearby but they weren't close enough to quite hear it fully. A face made of smokey black and pitch white turned towards the moorland to their right, then to the willow trees to their left. Which way was he suppose to go now? The guard didn't say much other than follow the setting sun, and there seemed to be multiple cats in their area. Part of him prayed it wasn't more of those aggressive rogue cats, or the ones with collars who seemed to be all that and a pile of bones.

Forcing paws to function once more, it was decided they would walk around the moorland on the edge of it and head inwards. Maybe there would be some kind cats he could speak too? Someone had to have seen her, someone had to have run into her at some point. All he needed was a little inch, something to go off on to finding his mother. She is a black smoke cat and her name is Lunaria he rehearsed for the thousandth time that day, and that was all he had to go on. What she looked like and her name, nothing else he knew about her other than he was her last suriving kitten.

Last kitten He thought to himself and paused his walking on a rising hill. Would she want to see him? She had thought he was dead for the better part of almost two years; what is she had other family? What if she had forgotten about him? Just a regretted memory before a horrific event. That hadn't been thought about in his days of travel and it made his ears flatten slightly, what if he was just trampling on her life? What if she had a good one now and he was just going to ruin it? Hues of orange and lilac looked down at the heather-covered ground, and the 'what ifs' plagued his mind.

Rune took a seat on top of that hill, his half black and white face staring down at matching paws. He didn't want to ruin her happiness, didn't want to become a bother upon her new home. Would she even recongize him? Eighteen months certainly put a damper on identity as he wasn't that scared little kitten anymore. Wasn't that little boy who cried cause of nightmares, bullied his sibling, and stuck to a dark figures side like their life depended on it. Was that who that figure was? Lunaria? Rune had had many dreams of a smoke cat talking to him in his dreams - or were they memories?- but she never had a face. Her voice was always distant, but never not warm and inviting.

As the black and white tomcat sat there, he was completely in his own zone that he hadn't heard footsteps approaching until they got close enough. Despite exhaustion pulling down his limbs, making his head spin, Rune got up onto his paws as fast as he could manage with claws out. Was it another rogue? Or some wild animal come to finish what it started?

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[hyacinthbreath]

Moonshadow had spoken of her life in her kingdom before she had become apart of WindClan, graced her with the trust of knowing such a dark past. Hyacinthbreath shared her own with her, the shared trauma between the two developing into what eventually became a litter of kits that looked like a mixture of the two of them. Heartbreak would follow, but Hyacinthbreath was doing her best to be better.

Tasked with patrolling the moorland's borders once more and still healing from the leftovers of her sickness, Hyacinthbreath was flanked by her apprentice Spiritpaw and trusted cats behind her. Her tail lashed in the wind, small body looking like a kits between the larger cats around her- the only thing separating her was the scars that littered her small body, a reminder of her place amongst many of the cats present. She spots a figure in the distance, and is quick to move towards it- hoping it's not another damned kittypet wanting a place to stay until they realized the life of a warrior was not suited for them. Alas, what she came across was a cat who looked odd. His face split in two colors, eyes of differing hues as well- Hyacinth squints when she looks at him, scrawny with hunger yet fierce with claws unsheathed. She chuckles a bit, admiring his bravery. Or maybe he was just stupid.

"You're in WindClan's lands. My name is Hyacinthbreath, Lead Warrior to our Leader, Sootstar. State your name and business here." She follows through protocol, looking back at her apprentice to make sure she was paying attention.

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( ★ ) grass, grass, stick, brush, oh? a weird rock. if there was anything blackpaw got bored of quickly, it was patrols. can't pay enough attention to the border if you're racing, apparently. suddenly an interesting scent wafted past his nose! it seems the lead warrior had noticed it too, his pace quickened alongside his clanmates. he'd not seen much of intruders yet, always missing out on those encounters somehow.
his ears turned forward with interest as he got a closer look at the strange tom; he was strange looking, but interesting. he stayed toward the back of the group, deciding talking wasn't for him to do right now. he leaned forward a little with flaring nostrils, he smelled weird too. he couldn't pinpoint anything specific, like this cat had been travelling for a while. his green eyes stayed on the stranger, remaining quiet and hoping for an interesting story.​

( DO I SOUND LIKE A JOKE WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU )

 

[Duskfire]

I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS​

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While Duskfire made himself available for most patrols that were going out these days, he'd made sure to tag along with this one in particular after noticing Hyacinth was the one leading it. The shecat looked like she was doing better, but the bengal was well aware that she had a tendency to work even when she wasn't feeling up to code, and he didn't exactly trust her not to overdo it. Of course, that was a hypocritical statement considering the Deputy himself hardly ever took the time to properly rest and care for himself, but since he wasn't the one who'd collapsed in camp he figured he still had the higher ground in this scenario.

Out on the moors the different smells tended to travel far, and it wasn't long before their group was honing in on a loner. They seemed to come by less and less these days, and Dusk wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or if Windclans reputation had just spread that quickly. After all, it had only been about 3 or 4 months.

Hyacinth was quick to question the unknown tomcat, and during that time Dusk allowed himself to size the other up. They didn't look like a weak housepet who lacked the skills to keep themselves fed, but there were fresh wounds littering their shoulders that suggested they'd been fighting recently. It was hard to tell weather they'd come out victorious in those fights or not, but either way they wouldn't stand a chance against the Windclan patrol.
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windclan deputy- male - 21 months - single - tall, strong bengal tomcat

 

[Snowshadow]

"Turn A Deeper Blue"​

Was he outnumbered by quite a bit? Yes, yes he was, and yet he still kept his claws out and ready cause the last time he trusted another cat out here he ended up with a bite wound to the shoulder. White and black angles moved upward as this she-cat addressed him, with a little one beside her, and a few more cats behind them. What was this? An ambush? Had the king found out he had come here and these cats where his lackeys? A harsh swallow followed the rather scrawny cat as a benagl tom stepped forward, but said nothing and his size was enough to force Rune to sheathe his claws.

Lifting a defiant chin he spoke clearly, proudly almost,"I am Rune, knight of the Veil kingdom," Rune stood up onto his paws and tried to appear like he wasn't deterorating at the seconds. It had been days since he has eaten, and his wounds proved to be not healing so well without attention to them. Still, he wasn't going to be weak to these cats. Rogues always took advantage of a weakness, and no one out here is to be fully trusted in his eyes.

"I am looking for Lunaria, she is a black smoke cat?" The last part came out more as a question than a statement, that is what he had said right? The guard? Said her pelt was as dark as night and storm clouds grazed her chest, but that was all he could recall about her. It was to be a long shot, there was no doubt about it, but if they could point him in some direction it would certainly help, "I come from mountains, and would apperciate any information you can give me," Rune dipped his head lowly as a sign of respect, or well for him it was respect, and then looked to the gathered group of cats. [/i][/i]​

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[hyacinthbreath]

Hyacinthbreath waited patiently for the tom's response, tail flicking behind her curiously as he introduces himself as Rune, a knight of the veil kingdom. She'd never heard of a kingdom with that name, but it must be far from the Clans' lands from the way he knew nothing about them. I am looking for Lunaria, she is a black smoke cat? Her ears perk up instantly, and a fierce protectiveness overcomes her. Was he coming to take her back, kill her? Would he threaten their kits? Hyacinth feels the fur along her spine bristle, biting back the urge to snap at the tom.

"She doesn't go by that name anymore. Her name is Moonshadow now, and she resides in WindClan." Hyacinth grinds out between her teeth, turning to look back at Duskfire as if to stabilize herself. She wouldn't let herself spiral from jealousy right now, she had promised Moonshadow she would be better. Forgiveness wouldn't be won if she killed someone Moonshadow used to know. He dips his head to her, and Hyacinthbreath takes a steady breath in before calming herself.

"What business do you have with her?" She questions the tom, tilting her head curiously. Then, she moves to turn to Blackpaw, paw prodding his side. "Run back to camp and inform Moonshadow of this visitor. Tell her of the tom with a split face who calls himself Rune." She commands the apprentice, dismissing him with a flick of her tail. Then, she turns back to Rune, seating herself. "You must have traveled a long way. As soon as Moonshadow can identify you, your fate will be decided on by her. We don't take kindly to visitors often, Rune."

@Moonshadow @ｂｌａｃｋｐａｗ ​

 

[Moonshadow]

ALL THE KING'S HORSES​

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Moonshadow had been speaking to a few NPCs in regard to a few battle moves she had learned growing up. Her first litter had invaded her memory as she spoke of her training, remembering with her usual pain, of how she had been so excited to show them the techniques she was explaining to the warriors before her.

Her head would turn to see Blackpaw entering camp, but alone, and a frown would touch her features. The apprentice would spot her and give the report, a cat with a split face was asking for her, but her old name.

And the cat called themselves Rune.

She felt her heart stop, and her entire frame tensed as memory after painful memory flashed in her mind like a cruel picture slideshow. The world became muffled around her, and the warrior barely registered that she had bolted out of camp without a word to any cat. Paws thumped against the ground with a force that kicked up grass and dirt behind her.

It could not be. It was impossible. They were all dead, struck down by the grandfather who was supposed to love and spoil them, all because his heir had spoken out of turn. No, No, the stars could not play such a cruel joke on them, could they? She skid to a stop at the top of a hill, looking around frantically until she spotted them, the patrol not a few tail lengths away, and her breath was knocked from her body.

There, standing before her clanmates, was a pelt so achingly familiar that the noise that left her throat was so anguished it was almost unrecognizable. Moonshadows' paws would carry her forward once more, slowing to a stop as she pushed through the tall grass and stepped into the space. Dark sapphire locked onto Copper and lilac as she simply stared, waiting for him to dissipate like a mirage in the desert.

The black smoke had not realized she had stepped closer, the rest of the patrol invisible to her as her vision tunneled and drank up every feature of the cat before her. "This is impossible..." Her voice was worlds different from how the Windclanners were used to hearing it. All stoicism and reserve was gone, having broken into a whimper of desperation.

"You...I lost you long ago...Is it truly you, my Rune?.." A sob choked her as she spoke her son's name out loud, for the first time since his assumed death. Moonshadow had not shed a tear since living on the moors and had not shown much emotion to be quite honest. But now, as a paw tentatively reached out to brush the tom's cheek, she would choke through another sob as she spoke, "It is...isn't it. Rune...My little Rune..."

Moonshadow was now crying openly, her paws reaching out to embrace her firstborn, her son, and she clutched onto him so tightly as she buried her nose into his fur and her body racked heavily with sobs of relief.
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[Snowshadow]

"Turn A Deeper Blue"​

The pale tabby femme seemed to be rather- on edge with his presence. They all did really, and he couldn't understand why that was. Though the information she provided was rather helpful; his mother no longer went by her kingdom name. Moonshadow? What a perculair name, did they all have names like that? Then went on to question what he wanted with the smokey black cat, and he opened his mouth to respond yet no words seemed to come forward. How was he too explain that he traveled all this way on a dead cats wish? That this Moonshadow was this mysterious cat in his life, only remembered in flashed, and that she might be his mother? A cat he had been told from the day he could understand words had passed away. That she wasn't around, but now that all had changed.

Rune didn't have a chance to voice anything to the pale femme before a figure came rushing over the hillside. Blue hues seeming in disbelief, and he felt himself freeze in place. Like a cat against a cougar, this was a make or break situation. Was she happy? Did he come at a wrong time? Though as he stood there watching her talk and approach him, images flashed behind his gaze. A black figure crying, tears streaming down dark cheeks, and a distant voice called out to him. To the both of them. Then a sharp pain crossed his chest and he put a paw to the scar that adorn from his right shoulder across his chest. Someone tried to kill me he thought in realization and blinked a few times.

Moonshadow then wrapped her paws around the tomcat, declaring that it was in fact Rune, and he found his frozen limbs moving around her as well. "Mom-Mom it is me," He spoke softly and her scent was so familiar to him it was painful. It washed over him in waves and he recalled being nestled against her belly, her warm words and prideful looks. This had to be her, who else would it be? "Ser Magnus sent me here. He said you'd be past the mountains," The old tom that had been guard at the time of the attack, the attempted murder, and the cat who became a father for Rune through the years.​

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