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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 25, 2024 6:04:40 GMT -5
(I've been sick since Saturday and I actually think I'm dying.) (omg Chris??) (Okay I didn't die. I'm still sick but nobody can figure out what it is. 🥹)
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Post by cowbird on Jan 28, 2024 22:42:07 GMT -5
(omgggg what are the symptoms? is it a cold like thing?)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 31, 2024 12:20:13 GMT -5
(omgggg what are the symptoms? is it a cold like thing?) (So I was tested for COVID, the flu, strep, and like seventeen other things. It was NONE of those things. Something like a four-week mystery virus. 🥹)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 2, 2024 20:27:28 GMT -5
(oh my friend im sorry- just after I last posted i got pretty sick too and just about a few hours ago have i just now gotten myself together. being sick really is the worst )
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Post by Goldenstar on Feb 6, 2024 20:14:50 GMT -5
(Are you feeling any better, my love?)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 6, 2024 23:23:18 GMT -5
(I am!! How about you love? also im just remembering i didnt even start my reply what am i doingggggg)
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Post by Goldenstar on Feb 7, 2024 15:36:21 GMT -5
(I am!! How about you love? also im just remembering i didnt even start my reply what am i doingggggg) (I'm feeling SO MUCH BETTER. I still have very small traces of this lingering cough but I'm 99% better than I was before.)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 8, 2024 11:49:51 GMT -5
(I am!! How about you love? also im just remembering i didnt even start my reply what am i doingggggg) (I'm feeling SO MUCH BETTER. I still have very small traces of this lingering cough but I'm 99% better than I was before.) (oh this is wonderfulll yayyyyy)
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Post by Goldenstar on Feb 13, 2024 3:01:12 GMT -5
(Just popping in to say hi and check on y'all.)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 13, 2024 3:36:58 GMT -5
(hey friend!)
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Post by Goldenstar on Feb 15, 2024 19:16:55 GMT -5
(How are you lovely?)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 16, 2024 10:14:08 GMT -5
(im good. ngl im so creatively stumped with the rp. idk what is wrong with me. i want to write but i have no clue where to start and how to progress rn)
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Post by Goldylocks on Feb 18, 2024 19:13:41 GMT -5
(im good. ngl im so creatively stumped with the rp. idk what is wrong with me. i want to write but i have no clue where to start and how to progress rn) (Start over! 🩵 write what you're musing and I'll follow.)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 18, 2024 19:22:16 GMT -5
(im good. ngl im so creatively stumped with the rp. idk what is wrong with me. i want to write but i have no clue where to start and how to progress rn) (Start over! 🩵 write what you're musing and I'll follow.) (Well... alright maybe its just one part of it im stuck on. im looking at the Ashfox and Rose story and i see a spark so ill keep that. im off for thr next three days but imma start tonight. i got you)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 25, 2024 7:41:33 GMT -5
Yeahh enough being lazy on my end- imma get my reply tonight for you guys))
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Post by Goldenstar on Feb 25, 2024 19:33:35 GMT -5
(I'm gonna try to get some RP strands out here soon. Just things that I've been pondering.)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 26, 2024 11:38:59 GMT -5
(I'm gonna try to get some RP strands out here soon. Just things that I've been pondering.) (im always thinking and not writing. a mess)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 26, 2024 22:47:54 GMT -5
Goldenstar here it is after 700 trillion years. I know you have new strands in mine i just wanted to make sure i got these out. edits later!) Mallowstream opened her mouth to spill all she discussed with the demure queen, but in a last moment decision snapped her jaws shut. There wasnt any need to tell her what happened really. Knowing Perry, she’d manage to get the squirmy part of “I’ll never hurt her” and Mallowstream would do anything to avoid the flash of embarrassment she knew all too well would follow. “Oh its going well,” she replied, keeping her tone light and steady. She quickly picked up a few pieces of prey and flicked her tail to signal to Perry. “She definitely has been a bit fretful to say the least. At least Quietwaters is getting better now so maybe she can be less worried about you boisterous lot,” she added, her eyes twinkling mischievously. … The whole concept of Anlach drew a pawful of different reactions from the kits. Rootkit, who had been passively listening for the most part and been keeping an eye on a leaf nearby being tossed about in the gentle wind, blinked in intrigue at the mention of a token of some sorts. He glanced at Harbringer’s paws again. Those werent tokens he was guessing but Sunnyarch did make them. Maybe he’ll teach me? Ooohh maybe I can be his apprentice and he can teach me all about it! The small dark brown kit rose to stand on his hind legs wobbly trying to see if he could spot the tom in question- only for him to frown when he realized that he had never actually seen Sunnyarch before. He could be anyone milling around the camp now for all he knew. Disappointed, he dropped back to his rump. At Meadowkit’s dreamy sighs, Whitekit rolled her eyes and nearly turned tail. “Well nothing interesting there,” she muttered as the sightless cat explained what Anlach was. She wanted to hunt and fight off enemies and badgers and foxes- not moon over some mouse-brained tom! She glanced at Dewkit, wondering if the older kit had been as infatuated as his sister, but to her slight surprise, the gray kitten was staring at his sister quizzically, his head tipped to the side. What he said next shocked her even more. “Harbinger- can kits participate in Anlach?” Dewkit felt a slight twinge of embarrassment at the question and purposefully avoided the shocked, then sly smirk on Whitekit’s face as he stepped closer to the old warrior. He personally didnt understand the reasoning behind Anlach himself- it felt too extra for him but Meadowkit, ever the dreamer, seemed to love the idea of making tokens and declarations of love. Yet she was too shy to ever ask such a question even though Dewkit was sure it was dancing behind the shy, blushing look behind her eyes so Dewkit took one for the team. … Purring, Fawnstripe momentarily melted against her mate’s warm chest, breathing in his scent and just living in the silent but ecstatic moment as her- no, their kits began to wriggle inside of her. She wondered for a heartbeat how many there would be before what Cloverblade had said earlier replayed in her head. Fogspell… he dislikes me for you. Fawnstripe winced at the truth in his words- her father had never had any issue with Cloverblade as far as she knew until Fawnstripe began courting him. He wasnt exactly subtle about it either. “Leave my father to me,” she meowed, opening her eyes and giving his muzzle a gentle lick. “He’s always been protective of me- well both are but Fogspell seems to have forgotten that im an adult now. I dont need to have any second guess my decisions.” Her eyes hardened with determination, as if talking to her fretful father at that moment. “I love you Cloverblade and now more than ever, he is just going to have to get over it.” … Even with her memory fading, her frame almost gaunt in the lean leafbare and her muzzle gray with age and the burden of her many seasons as leader, Cinnamonsky still exuded a aura of grace and wisdom- and maybe, now more than she ever did. At least to Ashfox. The lean gray cat crouched low in respect as the elderly warrior slowly walked out of her den and sat a few mouse-lengths away. He felt his own pelt ripple with surprise at the clarity in her voice despite her frailty in the last few moons. “C-C-Cinnamonst-sky. I, um… im Ashfox?” He winced at the crack in his voice. He wasnt exactly sure why he was so nervous. Or he was and was just too ashamed to admit it even to himself, in the presence of the elder. He cleared his voice lightly. “I’m Ashfox. And… yes. I love her. I do, I really do. I didnt know if what i felt was even worthy of a cat as amazing as she is but…” he swallowed- hard. “But I know now. I know now and im ready to say it.” Daring to take his eyes off the old she-cat, he peered into the dark den. He could scent Rosepetal closer now. Or could he? The darkness of the den made him shiver. Had he really lost her for good? The warrior flickered his pale gaze back to the former leader. “I made a mistake. I was thinking of myself and my own fears and…” Ashfox came to a halt. Here he was, doing the exact thing that made his belly churn with unease and made him chase away the first chance of love he ever had in his life. Talking to Cinnamonsky. He felt a twisted purr rise, but he pushed it down. Even irony couldnt make this situation even slightly amusing. … Quietwaters prided himself on his steeliness. On his physical and mental strength to push through anything and keep his littermates safe and serve his clan with every fiber of his body. Yet his body hadnt been strong in moons. Since his injury during the floods, he had barely been able to hunt for more than a few months before his muscles ached and his wounded leg began to cramp. The exercises were helping, but the fact that he was still a far cry from the warrior he used to be just in the past newleaf was eating at him more than he was ready to admit. Yet his mental resolve, which had been battered but not broken completely since the flood, was now fractured these days. Ever since his last conversation in the woods with Acorntrail, he felt a sort of… unease. The tom seemed to avoid him. When he didnt, his cheerful nature seemed muted. As if he behind a sheet of ice whenever he talked to Quietwaters. He had thought everything was alright between them but Quietwaters had spent too much time breathing the tom’s air not to notice even a slight change in him. What was evading him was what was really gnawing the blue-gray warrior. His mother was even more watchful- as a mother would be. Quietwaters flinched when she mentioned his friend’s name and immediately he cursed himself for being so weak and susceptible. He stayed silent for a moment, but the sun was setting and Ambercreek seemed in no rush to leave the side of her ailing kit. Maybe she could help, he found himself reasoning silently. There might be something im missing that she can see… and so with a deep sigh Quietwaters spoke to his mother, his voice low as he explained to her the conversation he and Arcontrail had in the forest. “And with that I thought we were fine,” he finished, shaking his head in sadness and confusion. “We decided to just be the best of friends and that was that but now… now its like he doesnt want to even be around me anymore.” He turned his brilliant blue eyes to his mother. Never before had he been so open about any of this. These things called feelings. “Ambercreek i dont know what to do.” … The arrival of Witheredleaf chased away the stern, stiff air of Dagger, and Morningheart felt his heart tremble in his chest as a wave of bittersweetness overwhelmed him. Witheredleaf looked young again- the way he knew her when he was just an apprentice. Yet the wisdom that he was so accustomed to when she lived in her autumn seasons was still there in her eyes and not for the first time since her death did a sense of deep loss reverberate in Morningheart. The clan would never be the same without her. Silently but eagerly, the white-bellied tom received the life her former clanmate was bestowing on him. He felt a cool, calming breeze ruffle through his fur as his mind flashed with images and scenes; Morningheart nuzzling his first litter of kits, Morningheart and Shadowstar sitting side by side purring at newly made apprentices practicing their first battle moves, Morningheart pressing his muzzle softly to Dagger’s still flank as the clan observed his vigil. I’ve known gentleness… and I wont let it go.
He opened his eyes and before she could turn away, he caught Witheredleaf’s gaze. “The clan misses you. More than you might know, Witheredleaf.”
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Post by cowbird on Mar 14, 2024 11:44:30 GMT -5
Ploverkit (Ploverwing)- lean, slightly smaller than average tom. His pelt is majority a tan-gray color, that takes on a darker shade in the colder moons. This coloring covers the upper part of his face, over his ears and back and tail and all his shoulders. It reaches down to his upper back legs before abruptly changing to a thick strip of black along his flanks. From the muzzle, chest and underbelly fur and legs is a soft white. He has gentle amber eyes that tend to shine brilliantly when caught in the sun. Ploverwing is a demure tom who tends to keep to himself out of shyness and less because he doesnt like anyone. He does love a good laugh however and when the sun sets and the clan gathers after a busy day of hunting and patrolling and all the clan stuff, he tends to seek out the jollier members in the clan and will settle quietly in a corner, purring quietly as they talk about what they talk about. || Kit/Warrior.|| Loves to climb trees but refuses to catch birds in them- an accident as an apprentice made him more than a little wary.|| cowbird.||
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 15, 2024 21:20:09 GMT -5
(I promise I'm still here. I've been out of town for work. I'll be home soon!!! 🩵)
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Post by cowbird on Mar 15, 2024 22:37:05 GMT -5
(hey boo!!)
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 27, 2024 10:28:39 GMT -5
(Hey Abe! I've started on my reply and making some other bits as well to catch the RP up. And I'm going to make updated posts on the other pages as well.
For the Tribe... I was wondering- what do you think about Mack passing away and it starting Viper's era?)
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Post by cowbird on Mar 27, 2024 17:59:42 GMT -5
(Hey Abe! I've started on my reply and making some other bits as well to catch the RP up. And I'm going to make updated posts on the other pages as well. For the Tribe... I was wondering- what do you think about Mack passing away and it starting Viper's era?) (I check everyday and the one time i dont im late nnn but hey love glad to hear from you! and yes im down with the Viper era starting, I cant believe its been so long already)
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 28, 2024 0:20:43 GMT -5
(I never got to post this, so... here it is. I know it's late.)
Fallenfire sat beside Crowshade's grave with a cold, distant look in his eyes. He stared out across the dark, starry valley and felt a cool breeze ruffle his fur. He closed his eyes and reached back to a place so distant in his mind that it was nearly forgotten. Whitewater recalled the pride- and the pain- in her father's eyes as he met her at the edge of their territory. He knew he'd never see her again. But he wished her well and loved her anyway. Whitewater hadn't been there when Birchstar took his last breath and crossed over into Starclan- but she did see him there briefly before she came back to the world of the living. Who had she been then? Yellowshine? Smallspots? She couldn't recall now. Either could he. But despite how hard Whitewater felt and tried to remember, she could recount few losses of a parent that had wounded her as deeply as Crowshade's death. It was like looking back over her shoulder and seeing Birchstar still standing on Thunderclan's forest line... staring until she left his sight. He had been an amazing father. As were you... Fallenfire thought fondly of his own sire as tears brimmed in his eyes. For a moment, the breeze ruffled his pelt in a way that felt like the gentle stroke of a tail.
Fallenfire recalled the time he had torn a claw from its socket as an apprentice and Crowshade sat with him four hours that day until the bleeding stopped. He made sure Fallenfire got back on his feet and walked- despite the fear. Despite the pain. He remembered the pride on Crowshade's face as Fallenfire declared for Risingsun and how the old tom's eyes lightened by the love he saw his son had for his mate. Stoic. Strong. And above all... kind. Crowshade was the father every little boy dreamed of. Whitewater was a lot of things. Proud. Wild. Independent. And she held endless lives worth of wisdom in the threads of her heart. But she had to admit, as ancient as she was, she had learned a lot from the tenderhearted tom who led through most of the Rainbow Era of Cloud Valley. It wasn't something she would forget in any of her lessons... in this lifetime... or the next.
Fallenfire remembered the dread that settled into his heart when Crowshade's memory started failing. Bit by bit, the old tom unraveled more and more until there were only tendrils of the great warrior remaining. It was one of the hardest things he had dealt with in his young life. Crowshade had faded right in front of his eyes. Until the names of his children evaded him. Until his paws were crooked from arthritis. Until he was on herbs and poppy seeds more than he was just breathing air. Yes, his death... as violent as Fallenfire truly knew it was... was a welcome mercy. But it didn't stop claws of agony from piercing deep enough to scar. Painful tears rolled down Fallenfire's face as he looked up at the waning moon and parted his trembling lips.
"Oh, before the dawn turns off the lights... I won't speak of your wrongs or your rights. The time has gone. I'll tell you goodnight- sweep the leaves from the floor. Tell you I love you once more. The time has gone. So here it is..." Fallenfire took a deep breath. "I'm not your son- you're not my father. We're just two warriors saying goodbye. No need to forgive, no need to forget. I know your mistakes and you know mine. And while you're sleeping I'll try to make you proud... So, daddy, won't you just close your eyes? Don't be afraid. It's my turn to chase the monsters away..." Fallenfire exhaled the air in his lungs and let his painful song drift into the nighttime air.
"Oh, well, I'll tell a story to you. Only difference is this one is true. The time has gone. I've groomed all the dust from your hair. I hope you sleep well. Don't be scared. The time has gone. So here it is..." Fallenfire closed his watery eyes. "I'm not your son- you're not my father. We're just two warriors saying goodbye. No need to forgive, no need to forget. I know your mistakes and you know mine. And while you're sleeping I'll try to make you proud... So, daddy, won't you just close your eyes? Don't be afraid. It's my turn to chase the monsters away."
"Sleep a lifetime. Yes, and breathe a last word. You can feel my paw on your own. I will be the last one... So I'll beg the dawn on. Let there be no darkness, in your heart."
"But I'm not your son- you're not my father. We're just two warriors saying goodbye. No need to forgive, no need to forget. I know your mistakes and you know mine. And while you're sleeping I'll try to make you proud... So, daddy, won't you just close your eyes? Don't be afraid. It's my turn to chase the monsters away..." Fallenfire's voice broke and he turned away from the disturbed earth.
As the agonized tom headed back to the camp, he was unaware of two adoring sets of eyes that watched him go. Crowshade's spirit wiped starry tears from his eyes and was comforted by the touch of a massive white and brown tom.
"Your little girl is an incredible warrior," Crowshade said to the former leader of Thunderclan. Birchstar smiled softly at his companion.
"As is your son, Crowshade. As is your son."
[Song inspiration- Monsters by Iam Tongi and James Blunt:
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 28, 2024 2:45:07 GMT -5
Abe the Babe
(I know it's just one part of it but I've been REALLY excited to get this bit out to you. lololol. I'll do the rest tomorrow. <3)
Ambercreek's paw lashed out and cuffed her eldest born on his ear. She kept her claws sheathed but the swipe was enough to startle. "Are you mad?" she whispered, lashing her tail with annoyance as she narrowed her pupils at her son. "What do you mean you don't know what to do? Quietwaters, you're absolutely heart sick over the fact that you feel like a divide has formed between you and Acorntrail. You love him, my sweet boy. You know that and so do I. Love... love doesn't have to be so complicated- not that I've been a good example of that for you." Ambercreek sighed, spilling the air from her lungs. She shook her head and looked all around to make sure they were alone before she continued. "I know... that it's hard for you. To understand. To comprehend. But please, my darling, I implore you... do not allow yourself to be made a prisoner of your own heart." She held his gaze steady. "Do you know that your father came to visit you while you were under from the poppy seeds?" Ambercreek blinked slowly. "Oakspear stood right where I am standing and he just stared at you. With so much worry. With so much love. Don't act so surprised. I know that you know who he is. I know your brother told you. Frost was never meant to know. I mean... I didn't intend for him to find out the way he did. I was going to tell you lot, you know. On my own... in my own time. It just didn't play out that way unfortunately. But I'm glad you know..." she smiled softly. "I want to tell you about his visit. I pray it helps you."
(The story- two months prior) " What are you doing here?! Have you lost your mind!" Ambercreek hissed lowly as Oakspear pushed his way into the medicine cat den with Rowanberry at his heels. The warrior nuzzled the bristling she-cat affectionately and then padded silently over to where Quietwaters lay in a deep, feverish sleep. He lowered his head in worry and pressed his nose against his son's ear. Ambercreek looked from Oakspear to Rowanberry and her mouth opened in shock. "You know?" "I almost lost my son when he was a kit, Ambercreek. I recognized the fear in Oakspear's eyes when he came down from the Wall for the meeting after the flood. It was the worry only a father feels for his child. I told him I'd get him in and out of camp if he wanted to visit. Quietwaters needs all the prayers and comfort he can get... and I know more than anyone that the whispers of a loving father can do wonders." The red tom dipped his head. "I'll stand guard. I'll let you know if someone is coming." And then the tom was gone. Ambercreek whipped her head over and watched with emotional eyes as the seasoned Watcher ran his tail across his son's flank. "It's so odd to me that he grew so large," he chuckled. "He was so tiny when he was born. And his coat! Stars, Ambercreek... it's so funny. How kin carries..." he shook his head. "He looks like my grandfather made over. His build and everything. Quietspear would be so proud of him..." "Well, your grandfather is his partial namesake." "I wonder how nobody caught on to that..." Oakspear murmured in idle amusement as Quietwaters groaned uncomfortably in his sleep. The tom flicked his tail in worry. "His body still looks so worn. What have they been giving him?" "Poppy seeds for rest, mostly," she replied as she took her seat beside the father of her kits and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Different poultices and herb mixtures each day. It's important to rotate... to see what works best for him. The swelling has gone down considerably." "That's good." Oakspear swallowed hard. "Has he walked on his own?" "Not yet." "And where is his muse? Acorntrail- is it?" "He wouldn't stop running a fever. Tinyleaves built a makeshift nest for him in the Training Hollow by the stream so he has cool air and water directly to drink." "Smart on her." He nodded slowly. "Ambercreek... Twilightmoon has been missing for some time now." "I know it." "Have you given any more thought to my proposition?" Ambercreek froze and looked up at her mate with wide eyes. "You come into this camp in the middle of the night... a week after our son was almost killed... and you ask me to renounce my claims in the clan and join you on the Wall? Oakspear, I haven't been a medicine cat in years! Since before our kits were born." "But you're still a gifted healer, Ambercreek. And you've talked about returning to it." " Here," she meowed softly as she placed her paw on his own. "I want to be with you, I do... but we are too reckless together. I couldn't trust myself if I was in close quarters with you again. The Watch is small. Compact. Tight. Others would notice." "Hmmm..." Oakspear stroked his tail down Quietwaters' side again. "And you really shouldn't leave him." He swallowed the hardening lump in his throat. "Our kits are already without one parent. They shouldn't be without both. You're right... I'm thinking selfishly. I... I just miss you- is all." "I miss you too. You know I do. But they need me," Ambercreek whispered softly as she breathed in the tom's scent. He smelled less and less of the Valley these days and more like mountain air. Foreign. Strange. "And they're not without a parent. You've always been around. Supporting them, believing in them, taking interest in their affairs..." "Mallowstream and Perry getting along okay?" "Very much in love," Ambercreek chuckled. "Forestfrost?" "Cold and stoic as his name." "Bluemoon?" "Causing gray in my muzzle." "I think it makes you look even more beautiful," Oakspear whispered as he looked at the she-cat with love-filled green eyes. Ambercreek's ears flushed and she looked away. She stared at their ailing son instead. For a long time, silence stretched between them until Rowanberry poked his head into the den. "Not much longer, my friend." "Okay." Oakspear looked painfully down at Quietwaters and sighed. He leaned down and kissed his resting son's cheek then raised his head again. "You are doing such a wonderful job, my darling," he whispered. "Please... please love them extra for me. One day... one day, I would like for them to know..." "Quietwaters knows already," she told him and Ambercreek watched the color leave her mate's face. "Him and Frost both do." "Are they not cross with me?" "They're bitter. Understandably. But they understand... or, at least I think they do. I've never told them that I know." "Then how do you?..." "Forest saw us together one night when they were apprentices. He's not a dumb cat, Oakspear. I overheard him telling Quietwaters the next day." "And you don't think they've said anything to the others?" "If Perry knew- they all would know and they'd have come to me by now," Ambercreek replied softly with a small smile. "But you need to go now, my love." "Amber, please... please... guide them," Oakspeak meowed hoarsely as he nuzzled her then turned on his paws. He stepped toward the entrance then looked back over his shoulder. "Teach them to be better than we are. It's all I want for them... for them to be happy." Tears formed in Ambercreek's eyes and she nodded. "They will be. They are." He nodded and cast a final glance at Quietwaters. Ambercreek nearly wept from the pain in his eyes. "Watch over our first boy... send word if anything changes. I love you..." and then he was gone into the night, leaving Ambercreek to sit vigil for their son alone with tears rolling through her fur.
When Ambercreek finished telling Quietwaters her story, she tucked her paws into her chest and sighed. "He wants better for you, Q. We both do. For all of you. You all deserve better. You deserve more... more than we are and more than we can give. Do not wait until it's too late like we did. Don't suffer as we have. You've been given a second chance at life, my love. You... you could have died, Quietwaters. You were dead, in part, I believe. You and Acorntrail fought together- for each other. To be alive. To live. I understand why you're scared. Trust me- I do. But please, my darling boy... listen to the words of your old mother, hm?" she smiled softly. "If you live your life too afraid to walk in the sunlight for fear of getting burned- you miss the joy of warm rays on your face. You miss sunsets. You miss dawn. You can no more tiptoe though the day as you can run away from your feelings for Acorntrail. Yes, I understand. What if it doesn't work? What if you don't make it? What if you fail? Oh, but my sweet boy... what if you fly? What if you find happiness in him that you didn't know existed on this earth? What if you succeed? And he makes you warm and safe for the rest of your life? There are cats in our history, Quietwaters, souls that have been recycled over and over and over again- hundreds of times. In and out of the stars and Silverpelt just chasing the other half of their heart. Because one lifetime could not contain them. You were already given a second chance." Ambercreek's pupils narrowed once more. "Are you going to waste it?"
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Post by cowbird on Mar 28, 2024 13:32:48 GMT -5
(Ok so I NEEEED an Oakspear and Quietwaters moment. You are one heck of a writer Chris- the chills arent stopping.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 28, 2024 14:54:42 GMT -5
(Ok so I NEEEED an Oakspear and Quietwaters moment. You are one heck of a writer Chris- the chills arent stopping.) (😭😭😭 I'm so glad you like it. YES I am so excited for them to interact finally.)
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Post by cowbird on Mar 28, 2024 22:43:11 GMT -5
(How would that even work? im thinking we could have him try and patch things up with his boo thang before he confronts his father)
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 29, 2024 2:29:46 GMT -5
(How would that even work? im thinking we could have him try and patch things up with his boo thang before he confronts his father) (Uhmmm... lemme think on it lol)
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Post by cowbird on Mar 30, 2024 13:26:53 GMT -5
(Hey boo do you want me to wait until you finish up the whole reply before i start mine or do it now?)
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