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Post by Emberstep on Jul 22, 2013 22:02:37 GMT -6
[(Plot time~ Everyone, take this seriously. For those of you who weren't there, Moonfeather is a really weird spirit that died... dramatically. Here is her dying thread, actually.)] "Ohho,- it's been a while!" Emberstep stiffened from where he had been chatting with a TreeClan warrior. He knew that voice. That was the voice of Moonfeather, a warrior- one of his Clanmates, actually- who had fought in the war between the Clans. He had been there when she'd died; witnessed the ungodly terror that was this bloated pink thing. "where- where are my familar faces!"
"why can't i see any- oh right my head is still catching up-" "Moonfeather?" At least she seemed happy. A CloudClan spirit. Even so, she looked... disgusting. Like she had moments before her grotesque death. |
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Post by Venomclaw on Jul 22, 2013 22:02:44 GMT -6
"Quiet everyone, shut up. Our oh so illustrious ancestors are here to say something." Venomclaw said after noticing that Moonfeather had appeared. "And they sent Moonfeather. Joy of joys."
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Post by Redstorm on Jul 22, 2013 22:05:11 GMT -6
Redstorm watched Moonfeather in a mixture of awe and disgust. He had heard a few stories about them and their odd...Gruesome death. Thankfully he had never witnessed her horrible state..Until now of course. He tensed up, and looked around for any good escape routes. Considering no-one from Cloudclan had made an appearance in quite some time, it was obvious something big was happening.
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Post by Tumblingleaf on Jul 22, 2013 22:06:49 GMT -6
Tumblingpaw stopped annoying Koisplash and looked up to listen. He lifted up his mottled ears intently. Out of his bright green eyes he saw a pink fluffy shimmering Cloudclan spirit arrive at the gathering. Venomclaw was telling everyone to shut up. You shut up! he thought. You're making a ton more noise than anyone else! He then rolled his eyes dramatically as he waited for Moonfeather to do something.
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Post by Waspwing on Jul 22, 2013 22:12:12 GMT -6
Waspwing tenses as soon as someone mentioned the spirit. He glanced over at the pink spirit just as their head was being reattached. He had met only one spirit, Peachwing, and she was nothing like this. He nervously looked at the other Medicine Cats, hoping to see better reactions than his own.
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Post by Forestbreak on Jul 22, 2013 22:14:31 GMT -6
Forestbreak's mouth was wide open as she stared at Moonfeather. Was this... a spirit? Wildheart had looked much nicer. She edged closer to Waspwing, swallowing anxiously.
"What's she doing here?" she whispered.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2013 22:14:45 GMT -6
My fur spiked up as I saw the grotesque creature before me. Did this thing come to every gathering that was held? I felt uncomfortable, and smaller. I glanced once more at Thornfrost in panic, hoping that he would have some knowledge of this...this thing.
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Post by Venomclaw on Jul 22, 2013 22:18:24 GMT -6
"This is Moonfeather, potentially the most disturbed and disturbing Cloudclan spirit." Venomclaw said. "She announces things a lot."
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Post by Emberstep on Jul 22, 2013 22:18:49 GMT -6
"Have some respect for the spirits," Emberstep snapped. His own fur prickled, yes, but the entire code was based upon CloudClan's wishes. They had to respect them, no matter how strange they could be. What Moonfeather would say could be important.
"Moonfeather was an honorable FireClan warrior. She died honorably, in defense of her Clan." His ear twitched in irritation. "The TreeClanners, in particular, should be especially respectful-- considering it was you who killed her."
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Post by Whitefire on Jul 22, 2013 22:25:22 GMT -6
Tinywhisker froze the instant the giant pink head rolled into the clearing. HolyCloudClan.. was the only thing she could come up with in her mind to state the fact that she was now awestruck and disgusted.
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Post by Moonfeather on Jul 22, 2013 22:44:28 GMT -6
"oh~ my dearest Redfern! I missed you!"
Moonfeather purred, allowing her body to step forward as her pelt shimmered hot pink and an odd floral pattern materialized on her pelt, -
Her oversized head was just tilted on its side, but then she blinked, and suddenly her eyes were swimming with fish.
"oh- oh my what a lovely introduction, Venomstar! Well since you all were being so- polite, perhaps I will share some interesting news with you all."
Moonfeather tried to steady herself, losing her balance as she hopped around the gathering in excitement, leaving a bubbling pink trail, that seemed to shimmer purple and blue before disappearing into starry paw prints.
"ahh~ do I have your attention?" her big eyes blinked again, her irises now empty, fading to a light blue instead of their usual vibrant color. "As some of you-" ahem "or none of you have noticed" ( a bubble popped above her head ) "CloudClan has been gradually becoming more quiet- some of us, the older ones are beginning to fade." (Burp). "After consulting some of the wisest of us, we came to the conclusion we'd need the sacrifice of seven cats in something we will call the Hunger Games in an effort to revive them." (Hiccup).
Her eyes blinked again, growing in size again before becoming ablaze in blue fire. Moonfeather let her body roll around as it pleased, enjoying the feeling of invisible ferns against her pelt.
"We have already chosen the tributes from each clan." (Cough). "Will you step forward as your name is called? From FireClan, hehe my favorite clan, Crystalclaw and Tinypaw! Oh! Please hold your congratulations to the end- I don't really like staying down here-"
"From IceClan, Crimsonsky and Falconwing. From TreeClan, Tuftpaw and Windsong... and finally, from RockClan, Cloudbreeze and Silverstripe."
"Congratulations to you all! May the Odds be ever in your favor."
"You have three sundowns to prepare- I'll see you again then!"
With a cackle, Moonfeather vanished again, leaving behind a pool of hot pink liquid, that dripped down onto the tree and to any nearby, unfortunate, cats.
[ There will be seven rounds. one cat dies each round. STAFF will randomly pick the person to die. have fun. ] |
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Post by Wildstar on Jul 22, 2013 22:45:50 GMT -6
"Wow," Wildstar said. "I'm not sure how to react. But it's time for IceClan to go."
She got up and left.
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Post by Darkstar on Jul 22, 2013 22:49:16 GMT -6
"Whoo death." Darkstar led her clan out.
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Post by Waspwing on Jul 22, 2013 22:50:04 GMT -6
Waspwing stared in shock at the spirit. How could Cloudclan do this? They were literally forcing the Clans to kill off seven of their own warriors, who hadn't even agreed to their death! His pelt began to fluff up in fury, but he held his tongue. Disrespecting a normal Cloudclan spirit was one thing. But to disrespect this one, as well as the whole of Cloudclan? He'd probably replace Windsong or Tuftpaw on that list. He stalked over to Koisplash, trying to ignore the chattering cats around him. "We need to go. Now."
Without waiting for Koisplash to respond, he let out a loud screech. "Treeclan, let's leave." He called, noticing Beechstar was asleep or something yet again.
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Post by Emberstep on Jul 22, 2013 22:50:43 GMT -6
Emberstep stared at the place Moonfeather had left.
Had that grotesque creature really just... declared a mass fight to the death? Or maybe 'sacrifice' didn't even mean death.
No, that couldn't be true. Like it or not, Moonfeather- his old Clanmate- had just destroyed the impressions they'd had on CloudClan. Hot rage flooded through his pelt.
"They can't make us," he snarled.
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