SWINGING WITH THE OLD STARS [o, joining]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Bonibell pushed through the last of the trees on ThunderClan territory, the giants changing from oak to pine. She looked bedraggled, dirty, and weak. Although she'd been careful to completely avoid any contact with the wild cats, she'd had some misfortune. Luckily, her silver-tongue, she was saved from the most hostile situations and her determination to continue traveling cut short the little talks of the nicer cats. Nevertheless, she'd made it through, and she still felt unaccomplished.


    Her paws hurt and her stomach ached. She hated the enclosed forest and loathed the fact that even more trees awaited her. Honestly, she had no clue where she was going, just as long as she stayed with the wildcats from Beetle's tales. Somewhere, amongst these free lives, there was Sootstorm and that was all that mattered.


    The kittypet took a moment before she traveled through the pines, sitting down and washing her fur. Her hunting skills were average, and though she looked miserable she still held herself with upmost elegance. Despite her obvious kittypet looks, Beetle had always taught Boni to preserve her dignity even in the worst of times. The brown Savannah heaved a sigh, and looked around for her brother. "Flash?" she called out, tall ears twitching and long limbs stretching out in front of her to be washed. Her beautiful looks may have become absent on her journey, but her voice of feminine power remained as strong as ever. So, when she heard a rustling in the surrounding foliage, she prepared her voice once more.


    "Hm? Who's there?"



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    [b]"Bonnie, are you sure you know where we are headed?" His voice was nothing like his graceful appearance; it was a quivering, high pitched chirp. Not quite shrill enough to be laughably annoying, his tone just came off as scared and exhausted.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ignoring the sound for a moment, the molly turned on her brother with strained patience. He'd always tagged behind Bonibell since he was a kit, and she was fond of him, no doubt, but the journey had worn her patience mild. Keeping her fur flat, her dark green gaze simply narrowed in a fierce glare at him.


    "If I knew where we were going, then we would've found dad by now!" What a strong term... 'dad'. It felt good to say it instead of Sootstorm, Beetle had never let her use that term before. In the absence of a male figure, Bonibell had grown into a cunning, yet witty, little lady by her mother. Her endurance was little, not just because of her pampered life but from the lack of a brute's toughness. Sighing heavily, her nimble pillars dragged her lithe, spotted figure towards her silver brother.


    "I'm sorry," she murmured as she touched her nose to his. "I'm just upset..."



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Sootstorm had many kids, and it was no surprise, with how handsome the male had been in his earlier days. After quitting the Darkforest for that short time before, rearing back in favor of a life with his mate, his time outside of that brief, fleeting nightmare of darkness was where he truly had shone. Glowing with an energy unmatched and an excitement barely able to be contained, even in his own large, hulking form, he'd been in his prime. But when his mate died and he grew ever more guilty of his infidelity with the pretty Doemask, it was no wonder how he'd come to be such a power hungry, angry, and lonely tom; while the ambition had been there forever, it had only increased twicefold when tragedy struck, and he became more stuck in his work rather than in his social life. Working towards becoming the next deputy, obviously - because ruling, believe it or not, was something that he had simply been made for. Commanding and strategizing was what he had been trained to be, as well as strong and intimidating, ready to sweep his foes off the battlefield with a single swipe of his meaty paw. While he was proud of having passed that down to Thrushstar, his daughter, it seemed that there was where the similarities ended. Not only that, but his oldest living kin also detested him, in some way or another. He had an inkling as to why, with what her constant tense form around Doemask, but he sincerely questioned why it had to pain her so much as to turn her against him.


    Oh well. He was quite rung through with her and the rest of SkyClan, with what their constant shows of ignorance and lack of proper direction. If he was leader here, he could surely tame these cats, show them how to fight off BloodClan to where the mere mention of SkyClan's name sent those mouse-brained rouges flying, and to teach them how to truly fight like the clan-cats had shown them to so many moons ago. He would push them into a golden age worth breathing through. But, that future, that chance, had slipped between each claw on his paw like fine cobweb simply because Thrushstar had chosen that albacore tom over him. The only thing he could praise the male on was his proper common sense, but nothing more. He may have killed the BloodClan tyrant, but he had yet to defeat the real enemy weaving through the cats below him.


    "Name and business on SkyClan territory, if you will." surely they would, no doubt about that -- after all, they looked like they had rolled around in the dirt far too much, to where even the felines hiding out in the woods would deem them dirty. But the sight of their fat bellies and groomed fur, complete with paw pads unaccustomed to the thick undergrowth beneath their paws, told him all that he needed to know. Kittypets. But from whence, perhaps, and why? ThunderClan seemed to be a breeding ground for the bunch of them, and considering how they had obviously ran through their territory on the way here, surely they couldn't have joined them?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]The brown spotted molly turned, her pretty angled face twisting up in a hint of a snarl. She was done with these wildcats, even as she had imagined becoming one as a kit. Although, didn't all kits wish impossible things? Not everything dreamt as a kit was impossible though. Finding her father was not unfeasible, but hunting and fighting was. It was wispy and unrealistic, becoming a wildcat so quickly, but she definitely didn't mind trying. Didn't mind it at all if her father asked her to join him. Now that was a real dream. Despite her high sense of realism, Bonibell could see herself bonding with her father over training. Him teaching her how to hunt and her receiving the highest praise for her accomplishment in catching the fattest vole.


    Although, when she heard the immense tabby tom say 'SkyClan', her jaw dropped and her eyes widened to the size of big black saucers. More of these damn wildcats! How many where there!? Quickly regaining her composure, the kittypet dipped her head in apology. This tom was rather brawny and didn't seem kind like the ThunderClanners. Hopefully, Bonibell's wits and charm made it possible for her and her brother to continue their search.


    "Well, fine sir, I'm Bonibell and this is my brother, Flash," she mewed respectfully, lengthy tail lashing at her back. The two felines were almost the same height, Bonibell probably an inch or so smaller, but there was no major height gap. Her eyes, big and round, dulled to an impassive gaze at the powerful tabby to show he didn't intimidate her despite the constant twitch of her ovaline ears. Awaiting a reply, the molly's back was straight, and her head was held high as her tail swayed in the air. This wasn't an outburst of confidence and ignorant pride, it was more of trying to look dignified in her awful appearance. She didn't always look like this, and it truly embarrassed her. A whole day of washing would probably be enough to return the shine in her coat!



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    His left ear flickered again as Sootstorm appeared out of the brush, and his old persona began to show through. The kittypet's ears and tail went down - completely changing his demeanour from understanding to submissive.


    He had no idea who this cat was, so this would be his go-to response.


    [b]"P-please. We're looking for our father. We come from the Twolegplace. Our mother died." His sentences came in short, sporadic bursts of nervous energy. Was he going to hurt them?[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Well, it seemed as if there was some pride swelled into the slim form of the savannah; no matter, of course, and it showed as his cranium cocked to the side, his ears upright and interested. Particularly so when the cowering male beside the female gave him quite the show of submission - silly, coming from a potentially dangerous breed of cat, but typical for the common house cat. After all, they were unuse to claws that weren't stuck into the furry ground decorating their two-leg's apartments, and instead burrowing deep into their necks. Despite this, Sootstorm's own claws remained sheathed, and his eyes flashed with something other than nonchalance or dislike. "Well, we do have an awful soft spot for kittypets like you nowadays. If I may ask, and I shall, considering how you're here at my clan's border, who is your father?" his ear twitched curiously at the mention of their late mother, but he shan't offer his condolences, as he most likely did not know of her or care for her, obviously.

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    [b]"Our mother called him Sootstorm." It was odd name, a compound that made little sense to the jumpy domestic. However, Beetle was an odd name as well, if you questioned it long enough.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Bonibell took a step back, her elegance dripping from her instantly at the male's question. Her eyes narrowed and her tail bristled. She came beside her brother, tail barring Flash's chest as she stared at the tabby. A hiss escaped her black lips but was abruptly cut off as the realization he'd broken her tranquil, mature attitude. She sniffed and licked her shoulder to hide her embarrassment of flaring up so easily.


    "I can assure you we are very capable kittypets," she answered tersely, jade green eyes still narrowed in slight hostility. Then it hit her. What if he knew? She hadn't asked a single Clan cat if they knew or had seen her father, and it made her feel dumb and defeated when she realized she might've missed him. Looking slightly perplexed, the Savannah blinked at the brute and glanced sharply at her brother as he so easily submitted himself to the wild cat.


    Although, a hint of gratitude glittered in her dark optics as he could bring himself to say the words she couldn't.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]"Our mother called him Sootstorm."


    That was his name. But it wasn't unusual for others to share it - he reckoned that others had ought to have carried it before as well, so even if the hairs along his sides rose in a brief moment of alarm, he managed to hold an aura of impressive calm that extended to the lax position of his jaw and his hooded eyes. His head still cocked and his stump of a tail wiggling slightly, vying for the chance to wrap around his back paw and curl up in order to show his dominance more. But, alas, he was unable to. "You needn't assure me, as I dont have much of a mind extended to caring about your situation. Now that we've got this mystery tom out of the way, may I inquire as to who your mother is? Perhaps, what she looks like,omf that isn't too out of the ordinary for a question?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]She noticed it. Oh the Savannah noticed it. Bonibell caught the alarm that rippled along him and she took a step forward, dark gaze focused narrowly on the burly tom. Looking him over, she took a very long moment before answering him. Her long banner lashed fiercely back and forth and her expression was stony. As a kittypet, there was no doubt she was over-stepping her boundary to this Clancat. Her elegance dripped from her slim features like dirt washed from the rain.


    "She used to a be a traveler, but she became a kittypet to support us." Her optics narrowed, her tail stopping momentarily to curl to touch her spine. "Her name was Beetle." Although he also asked for her appearance, she held back that information to watch his reaction to this name. Her icy glare hardened as she came to the realization she and her brother were being questioned, but not once had they questioned him.


    "But first. What is your name, imposing sir?" her tone was placid, tail back to lashing.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Sootstorm felt nothing but irritation when Bonibell caught his brief, fleeting alarm and turned it against him. In that moment, the moment where her bravery grew ever so slightly into his own comfort zone and stole it away from him all atonce like some wicked ghost with dues to pay, he felt so uneasy for once in his existence that he was caught off guard, just causing his hackles to raise evermore. Returning the favor, he stepped forward as well, his whiskers twitching and his ears ever so slightly lowering in a hostile manner. She was overstepping her boundaries, and as a clan cat who had been trained for shedding blood and coming out on top of his opponent, he could've easily snapped her pretty little neck despite their similarities in size. But he refrained, and it was obvious as to the reason why, even if a growl ripped from his throat, low but raw. "None other than Sootstorm. My utmost condolences for the death of Beetle. She was a worthy friend." as with many of his affairs, she lacked all of his love and adoration that he was able to give, as that was reserved for his first mate but not first love. Beetle, however, was special. The moments where he had been allowed to laugh and feel free as an apprentice had been spent and felt with her in good company, and this were the moments and feelings that he yearned for every second of every day. If he could go back in time, he surely would, if only to see her again and feel not as scared and alone as he did now.

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    from many trees away, thrushstar had scented the annoying smell kittypets emitted. the leader had no choice but to bound over, and investigate the intruders. to her surprise, her father was also there. "sootstorm, what is going on here?" she questioned, narrowing her amber eyes at him and the kittypets. they were large, larger than any forest cat, and they had spotted pelts, not unlike her own. thrushstar was even more surprised sootstorm hadn't attacked the intruders yet. normally, he would be the first to chase kittypets off of skyclan territory. "why are these kittypets on our territory?"
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    Now he understood why the she-cat hated to speak of the clan cat.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]It was just at that moment that his daughter came upon the scene, questioning him. He didn't blame her, of course; however much he liked to think that he was restrained and able to keep calm, he had little to no patience with kittypets and the like. His glaring yellow eyes were torn from the challenging Bonibell, and glanced evenly at Thrushstar for but a moment before returning to the other immediately. "These kittypets were looking for me. Besides, they've barely passed the border; no matter how big and scary they may look, they mean little harm. You can trust me on that. Now, since you've found me and thus finished your business," his tone switched as he addressed the two kittypets - or rather, his children - with little patience. "are we done here?" he regarded the irritant Flash with curiosity. He looked disgusted. Now, how rude. With that, he briefly wondered what Beetle would've told their children to make their expectations so high. He had been a nicer cat as a child, yes, but he was no Prince Charming.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Bonibell was equally as disgusted as her brother. Beetle had never gone beyond the common 'this is what your father was and this is his name and this is how we met'. However, it was the kittens' who maintained a high expectation. They imagined a very honorable cat living wild and that, because they lived two separate lives, Beetle and him never stayed together. It had never occurred to them that he was a dismissive male and that what Beetle said was just what she'd said and nothing more. It was that impossibility-dream thing that weakened the spotted molly as a kit. This was nothing she'd expected, this really felt like a dream.


    As another she-cat approached, light brown with darker spots, Boni faintly noticed the similarities. Eyeing the newcomer, she turned her stony gaze back on their father. "No. We aren't done here. We spent forever searching for you. Whether you like us or not Sootstorm, my brother and I are going to become SkyClan warriors." Continuing to glare at him, the kittypet tilted her head up and puffed out her chest in a snobbish pose. She spat out his name, as if it was a cursed word, definitely contradicting how she'd said his name before. If there was one thing Sootstorm should learn, it was that his daughter was entirely driven. Now that her goal had disappointingly been met, she would push herself onto the brute.


    "We may be kittypets, but we have no ties to that life anymore," she explained matter-of-factly, wrapping her long tail around her brother. The Savannah sniffed and twitched her ears, looking between the two. Facing the female, her gaze softened and a polite purr rumbled within her.


    "I'm so sorry darling! I'm Bonibell, and this is my brother, Flash. Your unpleasant tabby, Sootstorm, is our father. I take it by the way you question him with such authority that you must be of higher rank? Well miss, if you're in a position to accept us, will you? I understand we aren't the most... wild-blooded felines around, but we really are capable cats. My brother and I have very powerful legs, and I give you my word when I say we'll make great additions to your Clan with proper training," the molly mewed, her gaze and stature much kinder and elegant than when she was talking to Sootstorm. Speaking of the male, she cast him another dark glance and her black lips twitched. She'd expected to join SkyClan with her father, and that goal remained... just with the distasteful tabby cut out from the picture.



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    the kittypets claimed sootstorm was their father? a flash of surprise crossed thrushstar's face, but it only lingered that for a fraction of a second. "funny, sootstorm just so happens to be my father as well." the she-cat mellowed simply. at further thought, thrushstar relaized she really shouldn't be surprised. especially after she found sootstorm with her own mentor doemask together, the she-cat should have expected he had spread his seed elsewhere too.


    "if you two really are as capable as you say, then i suppose you may join skyclan. we do need warriors, after all."
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    [b]"Thank you. I'm s-sorry, I have only ever really been around my mother and sister. You seem like a good person. I just wanted to smell if you might be a good sister, too."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]The cream-brown female looked upon Thrushstar with a newfound curiosity as well. She let her brother approach the other she-cat but nudged him lightly when he spoke. Boni didn't want her brother to look like his tense, usually frightened self so that he could fully persuade what seemed to be the leader. Looking back and forth, from Sootstorm to her half-sister and then back to her brother, a small vise squeezed her heart.


    Hell. Every cat in the Clan could be her half-sister and half-brother! She wasn't even.. There was already a.. A hint of jealousy wormed its way into Bonibell's being. Everything she believed as a kit was like a shriveling flower. It was nothing now, just a distant memory. Just petals in a breeze. Although she kept herself well and her dark oculars shone with gratitude. "I thank you dearly. It's nice meeting more kin. Perhaps it'd be good to have siblings stick together," she mewed gently, bowing her head with renewed respect. However, she didn't even believe those words when they came from her mouth, just as she didn't believe the hate she felt for Sootstorm.


    Somewhere, the little she-kit who desperately wanted a father figure, was challenging the strong elegance of herself. Her gaze slowly drifted to her father, looking rather perplexed as she turned her gaze back to her half-sister. "I suppose we'll have to change our names too? But, before we come around, what's your name my newly discovered kin?" she purred teasingly, extending a long spotted limb to playfully bat in front of the femora's face.



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    yes, thrushstar was annoyed sootstorm had been even more infidel to her mother than she thought, but somewhere inside the leader hoped the arrival of the kittypets might be a good thing. after her full siblings disappeared or died off thrushstar yearned for the kind of love only family could have.


    the she-cat smiled, her amber eyes twinkling as flash sniffed at her. "i hope i am. welcome to skyclan then, bonibell and flash. i am thrushstar, and allow me to show you to our camp, and then perhaps one of the warriors would be willing to give you a tour of the territory. then we can discuss the matter of your names."


    sorry for the late reply!!
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