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Post by Emberstorm on May 8, 2018 10:55:06 GMT -6
Emberstorm did not know what had happened. He had been gone for quite some time. By Cloudclan, he had been missing for years. He was back. The former prophet of old, up-heaver of Fireclan who fled to Iceclan was back. He had missed this place. He was older, no longer the youthful stirrer of prophecy and rebellion. He was a shadow of who he once was and he was lonely. This was not the Iceclan he once knew. It was different. No longer was he known, but he wanted to attempt a comeback. The green-eyed Abyssinian blinked, staring out into the world beyond this hollowed rock. Maybe someone would come see him? He did not know. He was simply glad to be back.
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Post by Dreamwing on Jun 9, 2018 17:40:17 GMT -6
Dreamwing had decided to take a stroll through the new territory of Iceclan. Her old bones creaked and popped as she hadn't been out of the camp in a while. The cold wind blew down the side of the mountain making her puff out her fur from the chill. She looked back up at the peaks and felt a tug on her heart. She missed her home, she missed being high in the mountain, nestled in between the peaks. She missed the memories she had made up there and the friends she knew she was leaving behind. Her mother was buried up there. She yearned to go back but knew she wouldn't find what she was looking for, so she trekked on through the new territory.
She was heading towards the Bluebell Copse when a stronger, fresher scent caught her attention. It was very familiar and sent a rush of warmth through her being. She began to pick up the pace as she followed the familiar scent towards the Hollowed Rock. She stopped beneath it and looked up to see a figure standing inside. She felt a small smile creep on her lips as her eyes lit up in recognition of the Abyssinian. "Well, well, well. Would you look what did the cat drug in," she called, her voice warm with amusement and friendliness.
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Post by Emberstorm on Jun 29, 2018 17:11:14 GMT -6
Good Cloudclan. He was not alone. It had been so long. He blinked is green eyes with stared amused at the cat before him. He knew her scent, but was unaware of who she was. His memory was just so hazy. "Ah yes... it is I. Now have we met?" He was not getting any younger and he knew that. His ancient bones cracked as he stood and walked toward the cat facing him. Memories were slowly coming back to him, but perhaps some conversation would help.
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Post by Crowwing on Jul 23, 2018 20:26:13 GMT -6
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Crowwing wandered far. Way further than he expected. Something in the air felt different, but quite calming to the senior warrior. He has intended to just take a walk, but knowing him, a walk then turned into a hike, and that hike turned into a journey.
The land was barren and the tom frowned. Something was wrong. Like Fireclan, Iceclan seemed to be too quiet. Too quiet for his liking. As if there was essentially no one around. Approaching a huge rock-like tunnel, he smelled. Smelled like cat. Was this where Iceclan was now living? That would be impossible.
He cautiously entered, knowing that he was in another clan's territory. But he was a medicine cat, so things should be okay, right? But these cats could be rogues. 'Now have we met?' Crowwing stopped. Was that cat talking to him, or was there company?
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Post by Emberstorm on Jul 24, 2018 14:20:31 GMT -6
A new challenger approaches. Emberstorm picked up a distinctly Fireclan scent. Was there no respect for clan boundaries anymore? Good Cloudclan. Maybe their ancestors had abandoned them. There were so few of them left. "Come out where ever you are! He knew a Fireclanner when he smelt one. It wasn't like he had lived there for half his life. What did it matter? There were so few of them left and he was too old to fight. He was so confused by everything. Who was going to show up next? The ghost of Darkstar?
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