FREEDOM (private, Fawnpelt)

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    Today, this step too far was managing to sneak out of camp unnoticed. After the last time, it hasn't quite gotten through to him and this time, he found an exit he could use. So Dean took full advantage and used it, sneaking out into the territory fully unnoticed save for maybe Garfield or a NPC that didn't care. He was smart, knowing that the more used paths would contain more people, and that meant more chances to get caught, so he stayed off of them. Dean made up his own paths, trailing through the territory on his own will.




    His paws started to ache, he hadn't ever walked this far before, but boy was it worth it. Dean saw more than he ever saw before, his eyes drinking in the new sights. The mountains were beautiful, the trees tall, and the leaves the greenest green he had ever seen, considering that he hadn't seen his own eyes before. He saw so much, and he learned so much, but little did he knew he was in so much danger.




    A new scent drifted across his nose, well for today another new scent. It didn't smell good, and he just figured he was at the border of the Blackhearts he had heard a bit about from the elder's gossiping. It was strong, and foriegn to him, and Dean wouldn't even think it was a fox. So he went on, continuing on his own way.




    A cruel growl sounded across the but if territory he was at. Curious, but also scared, Dean crouched down, and stupidly went towards it. Was it a clanmate? The bad scent was still there. Ooo was it a Blackheart? Maybe he could teach them a lesson about messing with StormClan! StormClan was the best, they would regret the day they messed with his clan. He stood up fully, a defiant snarl on his face. Then, a flash of orange fur, reeking of the bad scent. It tackled into him, pinning into the ground, the russet fur filling his vision, the scent making him gag. His tiny claws unsheathed, Dean waved his hind legs wildly, as his front legs were effectively pinned. The fox opened its huge jaws, and the kitten felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and Dean let out a shriek of pain. His claw made brief contact with something, he couldn't tell what, and at the most took out some fur, at the least simply brushed against the fox. What was he going to do? Was he going to die?




    /feel free to power play the fox :D
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]//sweet.


    A frantic yowl could be heard from camp. It was Fawnpelt. She had lost her kit! She had lost Dean! He wasn't dead was he? Most cats ignored her as she frantically search camp, calling his name. He wasn't in camp.


    Wings spread and Fawnpelt took off into the air, going to air search for her kit. She didn't care if she had no idea how to get down, she had to find her kit! She soared, flying just above the trees as she kept her wings slightly tucked in to glide, to zoom through the air.


    Her green gaze cut down into the forest as she looked for her kit, heart throbbing at the thought that she would find him dead, murdered by the border or find his scent and the blackhearts scent at the same place, with him being captured or-


    There! No. Her kit was being attacked. Rage over took her and she tucked in her wingd, diving into battle literally and figuratively. She hit the fox head on, sending her and the canine rolling. She regained balance first, standing between the fox and her kit. She fluffed up and spread her wings to make herself look huge.


    The fox, realizing that his easy prey wasn't so easy anymore, let out a yip of defiance and left, unharmed for the most part. Fawn lowered her wings and looked at Dean before scooping him up.


    "Dean? Dean! I'm so sorry, baby. I should've been paying attention- you should have listened to me!" She was flashing between frantic and irate as she held her kit close, protecting him from the world.[/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] At his words, she looked at him. Blood covered her forearm from him. She set him down and began to frantically lick the wound, trying to clean it up. She cleared it of blood and dirt and looked at carefully. She flinched at what she saw and looked at him, scared for his life. She then looked around. She sighed before conjuring up cobwebs. Being a medicine cat child, she knew just what to do. She covered the wound with the cobwebs before poppy plants grew at her paws. She made them die with a touch of her claw and collected enough seeds for a kit. She shoved them to Dean.


    "Eat these. Then I have to show you something." It would take an emence amount of energy but she had to show him, she had to make him understand. When he fell asleep, she would use her telepathic abilities and... show him the past.[/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] Fawnpelt nodded. "I'm about to show you. Sleep." She gently told him, laying down and tugging the kit closer with her tail. She tucked him under her wing and purred, hoping he would go to sleep faster. She felt bad for what she wad going to show him, but she had to. She had to make him understand why he needed to listen to her.[/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] Fawnpelt sighed, focusing on her kit. She felt her energy draining as she placed herself in his mind, working out the old territory and every little detail. She blacked out too, but was still using energy to show him.


    The two were in the forest part of the old territory, behind them they could hear the ocean. Near by was a golden she-cat with two kits. One looked like Birchkit, the other an unknown cat. The unknown kit wasn't moving as the golden she-cat grieved. The other kit was mew long for attention but was being ignored. For now atleast. Fawn sat and wrapped her tailv around Dean, staring at the three. She didn't say anything.[/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] The image changed and they were in the old camp, standing in front of one's who were standing. On the ground was the she-cat they saw before. Clutching her fur was a slightly younger and smaller version of Fawnpelt. No wings. She sighed. "So you know who these people are?" She gestured to everyone. Spidersilk, Blazeheart, and Larkpaw would be easy for him to figure out.[/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] Fawnpelt nodded. "This is before you were born, before you were even thought of. This is when your grandmother died. See?" She pointed to past Fawn and Bloomingskies. She sighed sadly before the images changed again. Now they were add a bloody scene, featuring her, Spidersilk, Moonkit, Rainkit, Starkit, and Silverbeam. Silverbeam, Rainkit, and Starkit were all mauled and Fawn could be seen staring in horror at the bodies, Moonkit pressed to her and Spidersilk's sides. "Recognize the kits?" She would ask him, standing to pad over to the alive trio. She passed right through them, as if she were a spirit, and crouched beside the dead trio. She sniffled, tail wrapping around her side as she grieved for right now.[/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] Fawnpelt flicked her ears at his call. She held him close as the scene changed again. It was moving pictures, like a movie. It featured the first battle against Stoney, the night Moonkit was captured. There was Auroradweller, Larkpaw, and Fawnpelt, fighting a hopeless battle. "This is when me, Auroradweller, and Larkbeat, paw then, fought against Stoney. He captured Moonkit and we went on a mission to get her back." It showed a catnip ball that was really Auroradweller being carried away with Moonkit. "Brace yourself, my son, for the next images." She knew exactly what was coming next. It scared even her.[/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]"You need to understand why I tell you the things I do." Fawnpelt would answer her son. She wrapped her tail around him as the scene again changed. In that house with the broken glass and horrible smell. Fawnpelt and Stoney circled each other, kicking up glass. Then the battle begun as they used body weight, speed, and the glass to help take down the other. She flicnhed, remembering the glass sticking to her back.


    She stood absolutely still and silent as her past self pinned Stoney down, near by was a shivering Moonkit. She didn't move as her past self tore into Stoney's throat and suddenly sound could be heard. The awful laughing as he choked on his own blood that drowned him, as he taunted Fawn for being a monster. Her past self did nothing, only stared at Stoney as he laughed an choked, blood dripping from her muzzle. Fawnpelt looked down at her Dean before focusing back on the scene before them.[/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 70px; height: 250px; background-image: url(here); background-size: 210%; background-position: center;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid white; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llts4teNQR1qbdfj5.gif); background-size: 160%; background-position: center; margin-top: 8.5px; margin-left: -5.3px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid white; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(https://67.media.tumblr.com/08…pib3lvKr1ub3147o1_500.gif); background-size: 168%; background-position: center; margin-top: 8px; margin-left: -5.3px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid white; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/961…no885oMyc31spqrb6_500.gif); background-size: 140%; background-position: center; margin-top: 8px; margin-left: -5.3px;][/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; border-top: 3px solid white; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid white; border-right: 3px solid white; width: 425px; height: 249px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 11px; margin-left: -4px;]He knew that yes, he wasn't supossed to leave camp, yes, he should listen to what his mother said. But he was a kit! Since when did kits ever fully listen? It was right about now that Dean regretted eating the poppy seed. What she said was probably for his own good, but Dean was the type of person who needed to learn the hard way, like maybe getting captured or attacked by a fox. He still didn't understand why she was showing him this.




    There was another fight scene, his mother and someone he didn't recognize, likely Stoney. There was something sharp on the ground, and they were actually fighting. Dean didn't know why they were fighting, since Moonkit was safely tucked away, and it made Fawnpelt look like a monster in his eyes. What about the warrior code? This wasn't self defense, not to what he knew. He didn't know that if Stoney wasn't killed he would keep on coming back, keep on harming. But Dean had his limited information, and would draw conclusions with what information he had.




    The brown tomkit took a step back, green eyes full of fear, disbelief, and other emotions, none good. Dean started shivering, not because he was cold, but because he was so thoroughly terrified. His fur stood on end, and his mind told him to run, get as far away as he could. But he couldn't. The best Dean could to was edge back a little, a vain attemtpt to get away from the horrific fight spreading out before his eyes. Then the worst sound he had ever heard in his life rang out, worse than the evil screech of the fox right before it attacked him. There was the sound of the blood gurgling, his mother being called a monster, a horrible laughing. Dean let out a cry of fear, and yowled "Make it stop! Make it stop!" while shaking his head as if it would alleviate the evil sound that rang so clearly in his ears. He is just saw his mother kill somebody, tear ruthlessly into their throats and showing no mercy. What was he supossed to think now? Dean just wanted to wake up, get away from the terrible scenes that involved mama Fawn, tear himself away from the drug induced sleep that struck fear through him. Was mama trying to scare him into obedience? Would she attack someone else? Kill them? This was his mother's past, some of the worst of it, probably some of the goriest parts, parts that shouldn't be shown to a kit. Why was mama showing it to him? How could he trust her to not show him other bad things now? To not repeat what she had done in the past? Dean was terrified.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] The scenes changed again, to her being tortured. You couldn't see anything but you could hear her cries for help, the horrible screams. Fawnpelt was feeling torn. Her kit was terrified at this point. She was losing control of the images, more images of so many deaths that had happened in Fawnpelt's life flashed between their eyes, faster and faster until everything was black. It was just her and Dean now.


    "Now, do you understand Dean? This wasn't about you listening or obidence or anything. I wanted to show you why. I wanted to show you why you must be careful. Or else things like these will happen." She meowed to him, facing her son. "Most importantly; don't trust anyone." She added, voice low and dangerous as she told him. He had seen enough. She had shown him the world, opened his eyes. Surely he could understand now, right?[/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 70px; height: 250px; background-image: url(here); background-size: 210%; background-position: center;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid white; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llts4teNQR1qbdfj5.gif); background-size: 160%; background-position: center; margin-top: 8.5px; margin-left: -5.3px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid white; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(https://67.media.tumblr.com/08…pib3lvKr1ub3147o1_500.gif); background-size: 168%; background-position: center; margin-top: 8px; margin-left: -5.3px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid white; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/961…no885oMyc31spqrb6_500.gif); background-size: 140%; background-position: center; margin-top: 8px; margin-left: -5.3px;][/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; border-top: 3px solid white; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid white; border-right: 3px solid white; width: 425px; height: 249px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 11px; margin-left: -4px;]Dean couldn't do anything as cries for help went in the air, pained screams rang through their ears, flashes of images the kitten never would of dreamed of. Dean couldn't control it, he couldn't help it, and they just went fast and faster, and then all the brown kit could see was his mother. He was still shaking uncontrollably, the corners of his eyes held tears of fear as he remained crouched for whatever reason. Most of the time tears were because of an overload of an emotion or multiple emotions, and that exactly what happened here. His eyes were still wide as he stared at his mother, almost unsure as to what to say. Dean still didn't understand why his mother would show him such horrible things, he was only a kit, was he really expected to understand? "Why mama?" he whispered, voice shaking. If she had shown this to him, had she shown this to Birchkit? She said it wasn't about obedience or listening, so why wouldn't she show the cream kit? Dean was terrified, and he knew that his sibling would be too if he saw such things. Something inside Dean clicked, and he felt extremely protective of his sibling now. Birchkit wouldn't ever see such horrible things, not if he was there for him. So he would be there, always, protecting Birch from the horrors of the world around them. Another point, if his own mother showed him this, who says other people wouldn't do worse? Her warning to trust no one had already been taught through the images and sounds, and at this point, Dean wasn't even sure if he could trust Fawnpelt. Mother's were supossed to protect their children from such things, shield their young eyes from them. Not show it to them prematurely, or things like what was happening to Dean would happen.
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