Re: CLOSED The Survivors of a Catastrophe

[Guest]

Dewdrop listened closely and signaled for Grayfall to follow, but with extreme caution. She lead the way, her paws barely making a sound (but it all sounded too loud to her, with her pounding heart and her loud breathing - that's how she perceived it, anyways). Could this be one of her Clanmates? Or could it be one of the elusive AbyssClannians, the living, breathing cats she had seen before at Gatherings whose dealings had been spun into legend and horror stories, the living, breathing cats that would have made the landscape appear less emotionless, less indifferent to those who walked upon it; but would the land rise up with the emergence of the cats of AbyssClan?
Nursery tales, nursery tales, she assured herself, knowing that her breathing was calm and her paws were quiet even if she felt otherwise.
The tabby she-cat opened her mouth and breathed deeply, tasting the air: rain, wet branches, wet leaves, wet pine, more rain, and wet. But she knew someone was there when the faint voice carried to her ears again.
Please be one of ours she prayed.

OOC: I'm peppering so much additional information to get across a few thoughts: Dewdrop thinks that AbyssClan territory is cold and unforgiving not just for the terrain, but for the lack of signs of life.
Aaaaaaand I love AbyssClan as much as anyone else who Rps in it and want to make it scawy.

[Loki]

OOC: I know what you mean
IC:
Creekheart stumbled for a moment, still finding his paws before coming completely out of the wreckage. He looked around himself wearily and sat in the mud as if it were all too much,

[Guest]

Dewdrop stalked across the rocky, muddy ground, minding not to brush against bushes and other ground cover she passed, cautious of any who could be watching from somewhere on the hill, or even someone who could be not three fox-lengths away. She inhaled again and again, desperate to know who she would find.
Oh, yes, someone was most certainly there. Dewdrop gestured as much to Grayfall with a single, sharp movement, not daring to look back at him or utter a word. She slowed and got lower to the ground as she continued forward towards the cat-who-she-was-now-sure-was-a-cat. Dewdrop drew forward, passed a fern, and pausing before peeking through.

OOC: SUSPENSE!

[Guest]

Grayfall, clearly aware of the cat just beyond his reach, crouched behind Dewdrop. What if it were an Abyssclanner? Could he and Dewdrop fight the Abyssclanner off? Grayfall was a decent fighter, but he was told cats of the Abyss fight dirty and fight to the death. What chance would he have against such berserk cats? And what if there were more nearby? What if Dewdrop and Grayfall had stumbled into a whole patrol? Negative thoughts like this whirled around in the young warrior's head, creating a spinning funnel, a tornado, full of darkness and negativaty.

Grayfall mentally shook himself of dark thoughts. This place was getting to him . If he was going to find his other clanmates and get them to safety, he needed to stay positive. Pessimistic thinking wasn't going to get him anywhere.

OOC: Sorry for the really short posts. I've been posting from my phone for a while now. My laptop got smashed a few weeks ago.

[Guest]

OOC: You RP real well!

IC: Holding her breath, Dewdrop thrust her face through the bush and looked around. There, sitting in the muck and mud, was Creekheart. "Oh, good," she breathed. "Creekheart," Dewdrop meowed it loud enough for Grayfall to hear though not loud enough for anyone else. Dewdrop looked around again, noting the sort of cover the cats had, then slid out of the bush, murmuring "Come on" to Grayfall.
The deputy padded up to Creekheart, quietly meowing a greeting as she approached.

[Guest]

Grayfall let out a near-silent sigh of relief, his body relaxing. Creekheart! Grayfall studied the young warrior, his head cocked to the side, checking for any sign of serious injury. You're no medicine cat. You have no right to inspect anyone, he scolded himself. He forced his eyes toward to the ground below him and waited patiently for Dewdrop's next command.

[Loki]

OOC: Hello??? *slinks in awkwardly*
IC:
Creekheart almost jumped out of his skin, hackles raising before his brain muttered to him that it was Dewdrop. 
He didn't reply in greeting for a moment; he wasn't sure whether he should be angry with Dewdrop because she let him fall... then again... everyone did. Now look! He said it was a bad idea and now they're all hopelessly trapped. 
His eyes skimmed the edges of the tree line further up the hill grumbling a terse greeting as he watched for an Abbysclan cat that was laughing at them. He was so humiliated.

[Guest]

OOC: 


IC: Grayfall continued to stare at the ground and waited for Dewdrop's next command. He ignored the hunger gnawing at his stomach and his drooping eyelids.It can wait, he thought.

[Guest]

Dewdrop was glad to have another DewClan cat with her. "We're searching for the others," she meowed quietly as she padded forward to stand before Creekheart. "It's just us three right now - you, me, Grayfall," she flicked her tail back to Grayfall's position. "- and we'll search until we're spotted, or until nightfall. Whichever comes first. We shouldn't press our luck in this StarClan-forsaken territory." She looked at the two toms. "Thoughts?"

[Loki]

OOC: Sorry I'm so darn late. The injury in my back has got worse so I'm in and out of hospital like a... well whatever. If I don't answer quickly then I'm dozing off or dying in hospital  
Anyway RP my cats if I don't answer. Sorry guys.
IC:
Creekheart frowned a little, "I suppose we better look for who ever is alive... this was a stupid idea Dewdrop, I hope you better not make it in your reign... that's assuming Daystar is dead. I don't see how starclan can pity him after this."
He looked away, he had a few more words to say that his aching body was still bitter about but decided to hold it.
"I suggest we return, after the search, to our home. Which we shouldn't have left," He huffed the last sentence in disgust at them and at his-self "-then we apologize to the other half who were smarter than us and stayed. Also assuming that they were right in Staying. Damn Maplejay and he know-it-all thinking. I bet she's laughing right now Dewdrop, do you still think you could be leader now?"
(OOC: I'm playing Creekheart a bit bitter now, he's more angry at himself for going than he is at Daystar or Dewdrop, of course.
I still don't want Maplejay to be leader, I have no intention. BTW I like to spice it up and make it less catty sue ).

[Guest]

OOC: Heeeeey Loki! Good to hear from you again! I hope you're not feeling too poorly - I'm rooting for you and getting better.  

IC: Dewdrop frowned, her eyes sparking with anger. "Creekheart," she meowed coolly, "I followed Daystar and the Warrior Code. Those who stayed behind broke the Warrior Code. I will never apologize for that, not to you, and definitely never to Maplejay. Yes, I agree - this was a terrible idea. I didn't want to do it this way, but I couldn't turn my back on Daystar. As for Daystar, I-" she paused, emotion suddenly welling out of the carefully compartmentalized sections of her heart. Dewdrop took a moment of silence to control her emotions. She meowed in same tones as before, though tinged with grief, "I saw Daystar die." She paused once more; when she spoke again the grief was gone, "I am Clan leader now. It is now my duty to go to the Moonfall to receive my nine lives from StarClan, then appoint a new deputy."
She looked from Grayfall to Creekheart. "MudbloodClan does not yet know that we have backed out of the agreement Daystar formed with them. Perhaps returning to DewClan camp, at least for the time being, would be best. But," she meowed firmly, "I must receive my nine lives. If everyone we find is capable, I would be glad if you could all escort me to the Bloodstones. I don't think that TawnyClan or DarkClan, if present, would be pleased to see me."

OOC: Spicing it up is fun!

[Loki]

Creekheart opened his mouth to protest but shrugged, "I suppose you're right. Either way I came too. What if Dewclan... I mean the other half of our clan chase our sorry hides out of Dewclan?"
He gestured for them to move along impatiently with his tail, "anyway, maybe Starclan can offer you their wisdom."

[Guest]

Dewdrop considered what they could do if the other part of DewClan were to chase them away from their own territory. What then? Those cats would no longer be their Clanmates - in Dewdrop's mind, Maplejay's band would no longer be members of DewClan if they denied her, the new leader, her position. Then it would become a matter of Dewdrop reclaiming territory which was rightfully hers.
Dewdrop had many dark ideas on how to do such a thing, though she hoped she wouldn't have to - but for now she would complete first things first. No need to rush.

"To turn us away is to turn their backs on DewClan for good...but yes, Creekheart, I will be looking to StarClan for guidance... Perhaps Daystar will be there." She waved her tail sharply, glancing at their surroundings. "We've lingered too long. Creekheart, are you alright to walk?" The gray deputy looked around again, wary of the shadowy, strong-scented pines and twisting, nature-littered paths that could be hiding anything.

[Guest]

Maplejay and the others wouldn't possibly turn their backs on us...right? Grayfall thought, frowning. They couldn't do that. They wouldn't do that. Dewclan would be gone, destroying the warrior code and the clans' way of life. Daystar's life would mean nothing. His hard work and devotion into creating his clan would be in vain. Grayfall's sister's life would mean nothing.I'm not going to sit and let Dewclan implode on itself.

[Longstorm]

OOC: Stepping in to RP Loki's cat - and my own DewClan cat, Duskpaw, Birdhop's apprentice!
Note: I actually adopted her and decided I wanted her to follow Birdhop with Daystar.

IC: Creekheart nodded shortly. Yes, he could walk, though with some aches and pains.

Meanwhile...

Off in the distance, drawing ever-nearer, the frightening flock of birds wheeled in the sky. It was gradually spreading itself thinner and thinner, to the point where it no longer looked like a swarming cloud, but just random birds flying around.
They were spreading their search-pattern.

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Not too far away, Duskpaw, a young she-cat apprentice of DewClan, was walking along shakily, quietly whimpering every so many steps. She was a very new apprentice, small and frightened.
Where was her mentor? Where was Tigerpaw? Was there anyone out there who could help her?
Duskpaw mewed aloud - no words, just a kit-call that she instantly felt embarrassed by, and frightened, because what if someone had heard her? What if? What if?
Duskpaw didn't want to die.

[Loki]

Creekheart turned and scanned the area around him, "lead on then Dewdrop."

[Guest]

Grayfall kept quiet and kept his thoughts of keeping his clan alive to himself.

[Guest]

Dewdrop nodded and padded past Creekheart, heading a little deeper into AbyssClan territory, though not going up the hill. There lay monsters.
She cocked an ear suddenly. Had she just heard...? No way - it was too coincidental, wasn't it? She'd just found the one, had they just found another so soon?
A blessing from StarClan! The thought sent a thrill through her, warming her heart and her paws.
She gestured for the toms to follow quietly, and she stealthily and quickly made her way towards the source of the cry...

OOC: Duskpaw is nearby?

[Runfast]

OOC: I know I am! (oh, god, I'm not a creeper...usually...   )

IC: Maybe 10 minutes away higher up the hill, Shadowspot was limping badly through the nasty-nastyness of AbyssClan territory, across the hill. He didn't know where his Clanmates were, but he had a feeling that a few of them were dead. He wondered where his friends, Grimclaw and Firefoot, were, and if they were alive.
Shadowspot's thoughts suddenly went back to Mistjay and Jayleaf... StarClan above, he thought with emotion he had trouble identifying.

He kept walking, covered in mud, legs burning, keeping silent and trying to get the heck out of AbyssClan.

[Loki]

Creekheart lifted his head and drew in the scents of the air as they trod by. "It's hard to tell but I think there is another close by..."

[Guest]

Dewdrop flicked her tail in agreement, pausing to listen closely. She inhaled deeply, trying to smell past the thick, wet pine-scent. You'd think I'd have learned by now that this place is anti-DewClan in every way, she thought grimly as she gave up scenting. She continued walking, minding odd mud that hid brambles and plants so unlike DewClan's marshes.
Dewdrop wanted to call out but for fear of being discovered. She stalked through the dense undergrowth and kept listening, hoping that whomever had called might call again - or else how would they find them?

[Runfast]

Shadowspot stopped and sighed softly as he looked across the broad, steep hill, wondering if he should continue on his present course or instead begin the long walk down the side of the hill towards DewClan territory.
The black tom sighed again. He wondered what AbyssClan cats were like - then realized that he really didn't want to find out.
Even I know that AbyssClan kills all cats who cross their borders without permission... Shadowspot shivered where he stood, the mud and muck hugging his paws and clinging to his slick fur.
He looked to the sky - the angle of where he stood allowed him to see it - and noticed a few birds against the dark gray clouds. Shadowspot squinted past the rain at the birds. What am I doing. They're just stupid birds. He shook his head and decided standing still for a few moments longer in the cool mud couldn't hurt.

[Longstorm]

Duskpaw's lower lip trembled as she slowly picked her way down the steep hillside. She was hating every second she was still in AbyssClan territory. Sure, she'd liked the idea of beating AbyssClan (something no other Clan had ever done!), but she'd never thought trees could tumble the way these had - this place was nothing like her home, and she hated, hated, hated it!
The she-cat kept walking, afraid that more trees would fall, that she'd never find her way back, and that an AbyssClan cat might find her first.

[Guest]

Dewdrop padded further and further into AbyssClan territory, doing her best to keep her tail from bristling for any reason aside from tension and fear.

OOC: Incomplete - looking for my muse...

[Guest]

"Dewdrop?" asked Grayfall quietly, hoping not to be heard by any Abyssclan cats that may or may not be nearby,"Do you think we should split up?"He felt the way they were all together was dangerous and if they were split up they could find more surviving Dewclanners.

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