Posts by adc1999

"Maybe she didn't want us to know. Maybe that's part of her 'job.'" Willowpaw was suddenly confused. What kind of a job didn't let you eat and let you have wings and didn't let you talk about it? What was it that Moonstruck did. "Let's go to the beach." She said so suddenly she surprised herself, "I want to see the lake."

"I know." Finally seeing things she remembered, she veered onto a path that went straight to the lakeside. Coming to the end, she stopped suddenly, dropping into a crouch. "Keep down, stay quiet, and listen!" She hissed, pricking her ears.

Moonstruck stood alone on the shore. It was one of the rare moments when no patrols were near the lake, and the wind tugged at her scruffy fur. "I wish I could go back. I wish I hadn't given myself up to the lake... my tortured life before is better than this slavery. Before, they saw me as a freak... now I'm just a monster. Controlling the strings of fate is no easy task. I would spare lives if I could... but if I do, the void... will disappear. But everyone hates me because of my job. And I have no choice but to do it." She sighed, then said again, "I guess I am just a monster." Then, just like that, she disappeared.

"I sure did. Did you hear her?" Willowpaw sat up, staring at the place Moonstruck had been.

Moonstruck, a blood red, winged, flaming-eyed she-cat, sat alone in darkness. The Void was a thin area between the area of the living and the area of the dead. It was endless blackness, and you could walk or run for seasons and seasons and never reach it's end. In order to be reborn, you had pass through Moonstruck first. She then determined whether you would be allowed to keep your memories or if you had a new life. In order to keep the Void strong enough to separate the two worlds, she had to control "the strings of fate." To do that, she made sure trees that killed cats fell, and lost cats stayed lost or found their way. And, because she did her job, the Clans hated her. Kits were told frightening tales that made her seem like a monster, and warriors sneered at her when she rarely showed herself.

The worst part?

She had to stay with a chosen clan, chosen by StarClan, while the void was checked. StarClan was the one who placed her in the void in the first place, and by now, you can understand why she hated them. And, this time, the chosen Clan was ThunderClan.

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With a sigh, Moonstruck padded through the entrance of ThunderClan camp, pushing a float, perfectly smooth stone ahead of her. She couldn't see around the stone, but she tried to look normal as she pushed her way into the camp, and hoped that the cats had been kind enough of arrange a nest for her, but, knowing they hated her, they hadn't, and even if they had, they probably put thorns in it.

(I started a new thread starring Moonstruck and her story, here's the link: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1008395.new#new I'll still be here, too, though.)

"I have no idea. But she sounded sad." Willowpaw picked up her prey, and padded back towards camp. Her forehead was creased in concentration.

Dropping her mouthful of prey on the freshkill pile, Willowpaw was greeted, almost instantly, by Nightgaze, whose tail was twice as big as usual, and Softfeather, whose eyes were round as moons.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Softfeather nearly screamed, "WE LOOKED FOR YOU ALMOST ALL NIGHT!"

"You gave us a quite a shock when you went missing!" Nightgaze meowed.

"But we got lost, and then a StarClan cat named Moonstruck-" She started to say.

"No stories! Just go and clean out the elder's den!" Softfeather huffed, looking angry, "And maybe when you're done looking them over for ticks, too, you'll know better."

"Moonstruck." Moonstruck huffed, panting and lifted her head from pushing the stone, "You sure you haven't heard scary stories about a big, winged cat that killed bad kits or something?" Moonstruck was well aware of everything that went on in the clans. It was part of her job to know.

"Thanks." Willowpaw padded grumpily towards the elders den. She suddenly perked up. "Hey! We can ask them about Moonstruck! They might know something."

"Hey, Kindlefur! I'm here to clean your nest." Willowpaw turned to the elder closest to her and began casually picking out the old bedding. "Hey, I was just wondering, do you know anything about a cat named Moonstruck, the cat from the nursery tales?"

"Of course I do. But I know she's real." Kindlefur sat up and began washing her face. "In fact, I've even seen her."

"Well," Moonstruck huffed, puffing up her fur, "You better believe them!" She pawed at the kit playfully, "Roar! Fear the mighty beast!" She bent down as if she was gonna eat her. She was glad at least someone didn't fear her or hate her, for once. Besides, she hadn't played like this in a while.

Her voice was rough, turned a little mean sounding by years of arguments, and her playful swipes were a bit rough as well.
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As Moonstruck played with the kit, a sudden thought occurred to her. Would the Clan cats think she was actually trying to hurt the kit?

Moonstruck sat up, afraid of what would happen to her if they really did think so. She glanced around the camp, looking for a place to put her stone while she waited to be shown her den. With a sigh, she stood up and began pushing the stone towards a far corner of camp. Because the large stone was heavier than it looked, she made slow progress.

(Um, hey. I was wondering if I could join with a cat that [i know this sounds weird] controls who dies in accidents and controls the 'strings of fate...')

(Kay, I'm not playing with people who don't want me around. I'm out. I'll start my own thread.)

"RAAAWWR! I'm GONNA EAT YOU, YOU LITTLE RAT WITH WINGS!" Willowpaw, a light brown tabby with sea green eyes, was heard yowling not far away, and appeared a few moments later, in hot pursuit of a low-flying bird. With a leap, she landed on top of it, killing it quickly. "That'll teach you to claw my ears!" She flicked a nicked ear, small spots of blood flying to the ground.

"Oh, hi! Sorry if I... scared away your prey or anything." Willowpaw looked embarrassed, "This dumb, fat bird thought it owned our territory! It dived at me while I was trying to stalk a vole." She licked her lips, "I love vole." Because she often had trouble concentrating, she was getting a little off track, "Vole is the best!"

Picking up her bird, Willowpaw asked Liquidpaw, "Want me to carry that for you?" Her fluffy, half-long fur was settling itself around her like a cloud, and her sea-green eyes were bright.

Picking up the mouse, Willowpaw bounced along. She was obviously carefree, and continued bouncing until she tripped slightly, then she started trotting, watching a bit more carefully for things that hid in the forest grass.

"Tired?" Willowpaw teased. She seemed to have tireless energy.

She thought a moment. "Yeah. I just keep moving until I do get tired." Walking along beside him, she looked at him with a smile, "What's your favorite prey?"

Willowpaw watched a butterfly land gently on a beautiful blue-green flower. The scent of the flower was fresh, but not overwhelmingly strong. "That's a nice flower." She said quietly, lost in her thoughts.