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Post by Flower on Dec 12, 2008 16:11:41 GMT -5
Maskpaw had slipped away from camp when everyone else was sleeping. Sliding from one shadow to another, he climbed up to the forest and tried to find the river again. It was harder now in the darkness, but after a bit of snooping, he finally found it again. Following it along the bank, he strained his eyes for any sight of the Moonstone cave.
Once he found it, he hesitated momentarily, then plunged through the entrance. For a frightening moment, it was disconcertingly dark - then it was suddenly lit up with brilliant white light. The light was radiating from a chunk of rock standing up from the floor of the cave.
"Is this it?" he whispered into the clammy darkness. He lay down next to the rock. It was icy cold on his fur, and he shivered, closing his eyes.
Is it true what they say about you, StarClan? Will I see you? Will I see my... mother?
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Post by Đarκsong on Dec 15, 2008 20:45:08 GMT -5
Deep in a dark forest, a ball of rusty tabby fur lay at the base of a tree. The cat's chest rattled as it heaved up and down. Ears suddenly flicked up and the mass came to life. Bright green eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim lighting and his tabby fur was sleek. Secret appeared younger than he had at the end of his life, and it was obvious he was enjoying that fact. He stretched, flexing his long lost muscly frame.
He sensed that someone was coming. Not someone else from here, though, but someone from the land of the living. The thought brought a smirk to his face. He padded quickly through the forest, then stopped to sit in a small clearing encircled by trees. Then he waited.
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Post by Flower on Dec 18, 2008 20:05:46 GMT -5
Maskpaw opened one eye. Had something gone wrong? Had Starclan left for good?
If cats used the expression 'OMG', Maskpaw would have used it now. He was in a forest, not the stuffy cave! It took him several moments to figure it out. This must be the territory of StarClan. He was there! And someone else was, too. He could smell a tom, with an unusually clean, starry scent... and it was oddly familiar...
He stepped forward hesitantly to confront the StarClan cat. Bowing his head, he came as close as he dared to the unknown tom, not knowing what would be proper to say or do.
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Post by Đarκsong on Dec 19, 2008 16:00:29 GMT -5
A young tom appeared before Secret. The little tabby bowed and seemed scared. Secret did not recognize the cat, but figured there must be some reason for him to be here. Something about him seemed....familiar, yet Secret could not place what it was.
"Who are you?" He spoke loudly, commanding the attention and respect of the younger tom. He took a step closer and the cat's scent came to his nostrils. Snowdrift. This cat must be one of her kits. One of his kits. A smirk came to the old tom's face.
{{ooc: do you want this to kinda be like Tigerstar and Brambleclaw, or just like a quick O HAI I'M YOUR DAD?}}
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Post by Flower on Dec 22, 2008 11:32:15 GMT -5
((Umm. O HAI I'M YOUR DAD i guess, because I can't concentrate right now...))
"I am Maskpaw, sir. I'm here because... I wanted to see Starclan. Sir. Who are you?" He cautiously looked up for a moment. The StarClan tom was an orange tabby, slightly transparent, with motes of light dancing through his fur. His scent was vaguely familiar, although he couldn't remember ever having seen him before. He bowed his head again.
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Post by Đarκsong on Dec 26, 2008 12:08:06 GMT -5
Secret stared down at Maskpaw as he spoke, "I am Secret....and am I not of StarClan." He moved a step closer to the young tom and continued, "I was a rouge; the rouge who fathered you." He sat down and waited for Maskpaw's response with a devilish smirk on his face. It was amusing how polite the little one was acting, thinking he was in his precious StarClan.
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Post by Flower on Jan 5, 2009 21:10:59 GMT -5
"Whaa-?" Maskpaw had been taking another small step forward, and ended up tripping unceremoniously. After picking himself up, he managed to gasp out, "My father a rogue? Secret? Secret who killed... who killed my mother?" He began to back off carefully from the rogue. "My father... I thought... just one of the others in the Clan... You?" Slowly but surely, he backed off all the distance that he had previously covered with admiration.
((OOC: ULTRA DRAMA QUEEN KING IS TEH MASK XD Now would be a good time for Snowdrift and/or other actual StarClan peoples to maybe come in?))
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Post by Đarκsong on Jan 5, 2009 21:47:09 GMT -5
Secret took a step closer to the young tom as he backed away from him. "Yes, that's right.....but one thing is wrong. I was not the one who killed Snowdrift." His evil smirk fell down to a snarl, "That horrible back-stabbing tom Demon is the one responsible for that. Sure, I wanted to do it myself, but I didn't. Then of course Demon had to tell Darksong it was me who had done it. That brat believed a total stranger over his own uncle!"
He heaved a large sigh, then continued on, "So hear I am, wandering about this forest alone for all of eternity because of two horrible ebony toms."
"Ebony toms, you say?" A voice called. A pair of glowing amber eyes appeared and turned into a large black tom as they came closer to the two other cats. He sat down beside Maskpaw and carefully wrapped his fluffy tail about the small cat.
He spoke to the young cat in a fatherly tone, "Don't mind Secret, he always acts as if he has burdock in his fur. You may call me Nightsong." Nightsong then spoke sharply to Secret, "Save your grumblings for the other degenerates that roam this horrid place and leave the poor kit alone."
"Father, stay out of this" Secret growled, but his protest was ignored. The old black tom stayed beside Maskpaw and purred softly.
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