NightClan RP (Book 5!)|

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Jun 17, 2009 16:09:58 GMT -5 Lawl[iet] said:

"I need to make this quick," Ghoststar meowed. "Be in my den tomorrow at sunhigh and we'll talk." The leader didn;t wait for a reply and bounded off to be at his mate's side. "I'm right here, Fogpool," he purred, poking his head inside the den. He went to her side and purred softly in her ear while he licked her cheek, waiting for the medicine cat to arrive.

"Is everything alright?" Gorsebranch meowed, looking to his sister.

"Everything is just fine with this kit." Dewwing said to her brother. "It's breathing is normal now." She looked at her mother, hoping everything was ok.

The sharp pain hit her belly agian and Fogpool clenched her teeth together as she pushed. After what seemed like a whole greenleaf, another wet ball of fur was near the her. Fogpool breathed heavily and felt relieved that it was over. "Gorsebranch," she sighed. "Can you lick this one? I need to rest for a moment." The blinded cat layed her head as close to Ghoststar as she could and took a deep breath, softly licking his cheek.

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Gorsebranch sighed in relief and began to lick the second kit.

"You did well, dear," Ghoststar purred. "You rest, and we'll have Foxwhisper look at the kits." It felt weird calling Foxwhisper the medicine cat now that Brownfur was gone. Not only had Brownfur gone to StarClan, but so had Petalfall and Wetfur. The two she-cats had drowned, but the tom had been murdered; possibly by Oakwing. There was so much to be done and so little time. "I need to call a Clan meeting now," the leader meowed. "Can you two take care of your mother?"

Gorsebranch nodded and continued to lick the kit. It had finally begun to breathe normally and was warming up a little.

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"Thank you two." Fogpool said to her older kits. The she-cat felt the tiny heartbeats of her two new kits. She halfway stood up on wobbly legs and took the first-born kit in her jaws. After laying it down next to her side, she gently repeated the process with the second kit. They felt much too tiny after having Gorsebranch and Dewwing grow up. Fogpool soon reconized that both were girls, only the older one had a slightly shorter tail and its heartbeat was faster than the younger kit. "Dewwing, please tell me what they look like."

Dewwing looked carefully at the one that she had been licking, the older kit. "The older one is a dark gray color with white paws, neck and belly." Then she looked at the younger one. "And the younger kit looks exatly the same! Mother, how will you tell which is which?"

"I have my ways." Fogpool smiled. "The older kit has a shorter tail and a faster heartbeat than the younger kit." she said.

Dewwing examined the two kit's tails. They looked the same length to her, but her mother wasn't usually wrong. "How will we tell which is which?"

"You will have to wait until their eyes open." Fogpool mewed quietly as the kits were nodding off to sleep. "They might have different eye colors, and you know that they will have different personalities." she said, smiling.

[Lawl[iet]]

((So Wolfkit's the oldest, right? And how about Dewwing skips the meeting to see Metalclaw? They haven't seen each other in a while, lol.))

"Wow," Gorsebranch purred. "Twins! Looks like we've got an example to set for them, eh sis?" The tom laughed and gazed at his younger sibligs. He hoped that Thrushstripe was laughing too. "Maybe dad'll make them our apprentices!"

Ghoststar leapt onto the Highrock. "Let all cats old enough gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" he called, waiting for his Clan to gather below.

The black and white tom's ears twitched. "We'd better go to the meeting, sis," Gorsebranch meowed. "We'll see you later, mother." He gave a small flick of his tail and quiet purr before trotting off into the clearing.

A cat stirred in the forest. He heard the Clan's leader call for a meeting. "This is the perfect time," he whispered, teeth glinting in the sunlight. He quietly walked to the camp entrance, but stayed out of view. He'd wait for the perfect moment to make his entrance.

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((No, we decided Graykit is the oldest. And I'll have Dewwing sneak out to see Metalclaw. Should she tell him about her prophecy? And is the cat at the entrance Metalclaw or the new Thunderscar?))

Mosspath padded to the middle of camp to listen to Ghoststar's meeting. He was probably bumping up ranks.

Fogpool nodded for Dewwing to go to the meeting as she layed her head next to the two new kits. She would decide their names with Ghoststar when he returned.

Dewwing licked her mother's cheek and padded out of the nursery to give them some quiet. She was about to pad the the center of the camp for the meeting, but the she-cat decided against it. There was something she wanted to do instead. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching her, Dewwing snuck out of the camp through some bushes, not bothering to use the entrance for fear that someone would notice her.

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Dingopaw heard Ghoststar call for a clan meeting. The young tom joined his mother as they padded to the Highrock. Wildflower gave her son's pelt a few licks before moving into her deputy position. Dingopaw smiled at his mom, "Okay mom, I look fine." He said embarassed.

[Lawl[iet]]

((Oh. lol looks like I don't know my own cat yet! XD And the cat is t=Thunder, but no one knows that... and yeah have her tell Metal the prophecy.))

"I've called this Clan meeting," Ghoststar began. "For two reasons. I have good news, and bad news. First, the good news. We have one new warrior and two new kits." The leader stopped for a moment, letting the ancient and sacred cerimonial words flow into his mind. "Would Dingopaw please come forward?" he meowed, scanning the crowd for the apprentice.

[we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(:]

Foxwhisper darted into the den. "Is everything o-" he paused in shock, "I missed my first kitting! Are you okay, is there any unusual pain or aches? The kits are beautiful. I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier. Do you have enough milk to feed them? I have some herbs for that if you don't."

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Dingopaw stepped foward smiling proudly, and padded over to Ghoststar. The ceremony was going smoothly.

[Golden]

Mysterysong was already standing in the center of the camp. She veered to one side and sat down, watching Ghoststar as she waited for him to speak. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Duststripe came over to join her. He nodded his head in respect and followed her gaze to Ghoststar. Soon the white leader began the announcements.
"We have one new warrior and two new kits."
The black she-cat's eyes brightened. After the Clan went through multiple deaths in such a short time, it was great that they could celebrate the birth of little Clan members.
Then Dingopaw was called. Mysterysong knew what that meant, the Clan was also getting a new warrior. She and Duststripe exchanged relieved glances. They both knew NightClan needed some light in these darker days.

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"Slow down, Foxwhisper. It's alright." Fogpool said to the new medicine cat. "They're alright. But I'm a little sore. May I have something to soothe the pain?" she asked as the kits began to suckle.

Dewwing was in the forest now and she needed to find Metalclaw. She had noticed that he hid in the trees often. The she-cat looked up and saw a small sparkle. "Metalclaw? Is that you?" she asked, thinking it was maybe one of his claws glimmering in the faint sunlight.

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"Yeah," the black tom answered softly, leaping down from a tall branch. "I'm here." Metalclaw approached the she-cat, slowly taking in the Clan scent that engulfed her. "I came in closer to your territory, hoping to see you," he spit out. "I haven't seen you in a while."

Ghoststar cleared his throat and began the ceremony. "I, Ghoststar, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Dingopaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

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"Yeah." Dewwing said to the tom, smiling at the thought that he came closer toward the Clan just to see her. "Oh!" she said, forgetting why she wanted to find him in the first place. "I have something to tell you." Dewwing then told Metalclaw her prophecy and about the dream of seeing Thunderscar again. When she finished, the she-cat sighed. "Thunder will return to the night-sky and steal away a bright star." Dewwing paused. "But Thunderscar is dead...isn't he?"

[i hope dawn never comes.]

"Yes, I do." Dingopaw said, his blue eyes sparkling as he watched Ghoststar intently. He was finally going ot be a warrior, no longer going to be call an apprentice. Dingopaw could not wait, he would make his parents proud.

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"I don't know," Metalclaw replied. "I haven't seen head or tail of him around here, and I've been here for a few days." The tom sighed and continued. "I just hope that you'll be alright, whatever hapens." The tom slowly rubbed his flank against Dewwing's and ourred softly.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Dingopaw, from this moment you will be known as Dingoface. StarClan honors your bravery and your courage, and we welcome you as a full warrior of NightClan." Ghoststar yowled.

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Dewwing rubbed Metalclaw's flank back. What am I doing? she thought. I can't be in love with him. He's a loner and would never be truely accepted into a Clan. She looked at his face. But it feels so right... Dewwing pulled away after a few moments and looked at Metalclaw seriously. "Would you want to stay in NightClan for a few nights? Just to be safe?"

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Dingoface beamed proudly at NightClan.

"DINGOFACE,DINGOFACE!" Wildflower yowled at the new warrior, she was so proud of her son. He was finally a warrior, her only living child.

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"In the camp, you mean?" Metalclaw meowed, his voice full of shock.

"Dingoface, Dingoface!" Gorsebranch meowed, congratulating the new warrior.

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"Dingoface! Dingoface!" Mosspath cheered on the new warrior.

"If you want." Dewwing said to the tom. "My father is the leader, you know. I'm sure I could get him to trust you." Metalclaw looked absolutely shocked. She may have said the wrong thing. "But if you don't want to, it's alright." Dewwing mewed, shifting her paws.

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"I just don't know if it's safe," Metalclaw sighed. "Your Clanmates might think I'm a danger to them, with, you know..." The tom looked at his massive metal claws on his feet, twice the size of normal claws. They were there as a result of a horrible animal expiriment, but had also saced his life. "I haven't told you the story, have I?" he meowed to Dewwing.

"And now I have some bad news," Ghoststar meowed. "Many of you may know that we lost two cats: Brownfur, who drowned, and Wetfur, who was murdered. But when the warriors went to get their bodies, they also found that Petalfall had drowned as well. Let us all take a moment to wish them well on their journey to StarClan."