Take off to the moon | Cherryblossom

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    JEWELPELT

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    Jewelpelt’s flossy pelt bathed in the moonlight, her eyes looking into the distance. She was sometimes considered to be a night owl, dreaming about those nights when she and Adrien were together, watching these precious seconds in her mind. Not thinking or sensing anything else. Pretty melancholic, probably. Jewel stood up. She didn’t want nobody to know she was up- she needed to be up in the day so she could help in camp. Suddenly, she spotted a shadowy figure in the woods. “He-hello?” the words slipped from her lips as she swished her tail nervously, looking around.










    The cinnamon lynx point had never been told not to stir up trouble, but that was exactly what she had in mind. The ShadowClan apprentice, in the cover of darkness, had managed to slip from the pine forest and towards a different territory. She knew that her father's goal was to overtake the forest. An ambitious goal, but one order that she would follow to the letter. Staying just in ShadowClan would ruin the chance for her to take her place as leader of the forest. The cunning, manipulative assassin wouldn't take that risk. Her cover. It was a simple cover. Her name was Rose. She was a former loner residing near ShadowClan. She was chased out by the clan recently leaving her without a home. The assignment would to be to gain one of the DarkClan cats' trust. Get them to ally themselves with her.


    Each step into the unforgiving cold night was nearly unbearable as she made her approach to DarkClan. The wind whipped around her, the snow in heavy clumps in the air. Her breath swirled with each exhale she took. The darkness loomed over her, concealing her in the shadows. Something she had already managed to learn from her new home. Approaching the clan territory, the feline noticed a large Maine Coon. One with minimal scarring. A friendly sort judging by her semi-alert position. The dilute calico seemed rather untrained, but she still held an air of a warrior. A former kittypet turned clan cat much like herself. "Hello there, stranger. A fine night, wouldn't you say?" Her voice was higher than normal, more friendly. A deception. One that she hoped would work.


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    Jewelpelt found herself a little bit freaked out by the casual tone. What was a cat doing there? She could smell the pale scent of ShadowClan. Hopefully, they weren’t there to steal food. “Well, yes it is. Wha-what’s your name?” asked Jewelpelt. She knew she was supposed to call someone, but this cat didn’t seem a threat- or did she?










    Hesitation radiated off of this molly. Something that she found distasteful, but still could be manipulated to her wish. With a flick of her tail, she approached the dilute molly. A sinister gaze rested upon her victim. Not one that would die. Not today at least. No, she needed allies for her cause. If Percy could see her now, it would bring a sort of joy. If the cinnamon lynx point could create a bond with multiple cats, her goal of ruling the forest...It would bring the forest to their knees. For now, she had to maintain her cover for the mission. If she told Jewelpelt her real name, well, that would create suspicion. "My name is Rose. What is yours?"


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    Rose? Like a loner? Or was she stray? Jewelpelt had no idea. Slowly, but sooidly, Jewelpelt was melting. “Mine is Jewelpelt.” Shouldn’t she chase Rose out? Probably, but she wasn’t that type of cat- her heart woukd get her to trouble, as many cats knew.

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    Cherrypaw ran reinforced dog claws over the side of her face, scratching gently at her chin. "Nice to meet you Jewelpelt. I apologize for coming too close to your territory. I should learn, right? Listen...I hate to be a bother, but I've had a long trip. If there is any way I could just get a piece of prey for the road, I would be appreciative." A simple request to test the waters before she truly began to manipulate the dilute calico. Once she learned how the senior warrior's mind worked, the true chaos would begin. "That is...if you don't mind. I know clans are picky about their land, prey, and all that...Well, now I am. Barely managed to escape without a scratch."


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    Jewelpelt hesitantly glanced over to the fresh-kill pile. She knew how it was that the clans were so stupid sometimes. She felt emphaty towards the other cat. She herself could be left or chased off the territory. If some cats weren’t so nice. Jewel wanted to be nice too. “Well... you’re right, I’m not clanborn either and sometimes it’s just too much... I can practically give you some prey... for the journey,” she said slowly, and padded over to the fresh-kill pile, taking a thrush out of it. What was wrong if she wanted to widen the range of her friends? Maybe this cat would once join DarkClan. Who knows when you meet the ones you helped again.