Posts by Grimm-Flowers

Blizzard flicked her fluffy tail, slinking
off to find something to do. Maybe she
could go scavenging, Two-Leg ruins always
had interesting things, shiny objects,
toys, books. Maybe she could
put a false reason of her
exploration.

Descending into the Cellar, she found
the Healer at work, as always. She stood
tall, smiling. "Greetings, Crimson! Do
you need any help gathering herbs?"

Good, she had a reason to leave now.
"Are there specific locations where
I can find herbs, or should
I just look anywhere I can?" Blizzard
had asked, tilting her head to the side.


Her idea was human gardens, even if
they are tainted and corrupted. She'd
have to try.

The concept that the cat right in front of him had just died
was still hard to get used to, even after witnessing it before. He turned,
looking her over. How many lives did that leave?

That didn't really matter, his brow furrowing as thoughts crossed his mind.
This was the most he had spoken, in some time. "Spirit is a good healer,
despite how the tribe treated her, they also said she was able to
call the Spirit World's power to put life back into their bodies, thus
they renamed her. Recovery is not in question." That of course,
was just a tale that they made up, but it said much about her.


"My only concern is this;
are our warriors ruthless enough to stand up against them one
more time, or how many further encounters they push,
before their desire to kill us has been exhausted?"

She nodded, trotting back up the stairs and right
out the door. Finally. Blizzard slipped through the old,
rusty gates and onto the ruined path, heading
towards the old residencies.

A little grin of pride spread across
her face as she discovered the broken
out windows of a home, jumping onto the
ledge to sneak inside. Her paws touched
an old, worn stove, once used to
cook two-leg food, as Death had
told her. They used a Gas stove to
kill any viruses in the meat they
consumed.


What lay inside the house, she wondered?

Death let out a tired sigh, closing the book
and pushing it back into it's own pocket
dimension. "That's good, I've been getting
uncomfortable with those Ghouls lately...
They already tried to sneak onto our
estate a week ago."


Ghouls. Many were once human, failed
to escape the Radiation, the explosion, but not killed.
They are tainted, ruined, unrecognizable fiends
of boiled flesh and bone, not too far
from the infamous "Zombie"s of human
literature, though they don't eat brains.
They mainly cannibalize the flesh of those
they don't know, not always killing
things when they consume. Putting them down,
would be a greater course of action.

There were so few, but it would have to do. Hopefully,
with their blessings, and his...No, he would not
reveal his abilities yet, not all of it, at least.
But summoning items he had gathered,
perhaps that would be enough.

They were all gathered, most of them
at least. Those who failed to attend,
would be filled in on their mission.

"You remember the Ghoul attack last week,
yes? How we lost a few of our Clan,
to their clutches? It's about time we wiped them out."

He was standing on the top of the steps,
pacing as he began his instructions,
the eerie glow of green piercing from
the deer skull over his head, as he focused
on the creatures below.

"We are in need of the supplies
in the Supermarket they lurk in.
Either we strike now, or sit by until they
decide we look like a fitting meal again."

My name is Spiritwalker and I am a/the Medicine Cat of WolfClan!
Full Name(be creative with names): Spiritwalker (Formerly: Spirit)
Age: 45 Moons
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demiromantic Demisexual
Personality:
While she can be mysterious and foreboding, her temper
can be short, her words almost as bitter as the medicine she
prescribes. Do not confuse her tiny size and cute
appearance for weakness, my feline friend. She's a vicious
little thing.
History:
She had seen it, their doom. She had watched,
for the crimson moon. They did not listen, they
simply called her mad, for they would not believe
a prophecy about their demise. They were a clan
of warriors! The gods of War and Honor would
bless them with eternal life!

"When fire streaks the heavens, the Coyote
will open its eyes, and its pack will
come for it. They will slaughter the tribe,
the Twins of Sand left alone, in the crimson
moonlight."

And she watched, as the moon dyed itself
Red, as fire roared to life. As her little
sister opened her eyes, and howls
pierced the silence.

She picked up the sleepy kit, looking up
at the single feline who did not run
to fight. Bright eyes watched her, unwavering,
black furred, large, cold.

Death.

He stepped to the side, saying only one word.

"Go."

She took the Druid's path, a path
known only to her, through sacred rites and rituals.

The Twins of Sand were the only two to survive.

Or so she thought.

When they rejoined felines, when they
found a new home, they looked towards the
warriors, to see one extra feline.

Death.

He was not supposed to survive.

Family/Kin:
Dunepaw, Sister.
Viper, Father, NPC, Deceased
Hawk, Female, NPC, Deceased.
Sun, sister, NPC, Deceased.
Indigo, Brother, Deceased.
Crush/Mate: Open, also good luck.
Kits: n/A
Theme Songs:


Other:Weakssnow,
Her visions are more frequent then most,
predicting even small things. She is blind, when
Blackstorm is involved, most of the time.
Any plots?: I'm too tired to write this up but pROBABLY.

My name is Dunepaw and I am a/the Apprentice of WolfClan!
Full Name(be creative with names): Dunepaw (Formerly: Coyote, Ember)
Age: 7 Moons
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual Panromatic
Personality: Oh, is she a little ball of fire. She wants to fight,
so much. Quick and excitable, loud and joyous. She cracks jokes,
she fights rough, and she loves moving fast. But she has
a short fuse, a short temper.
History:
Family/Kin:
Spiritwalker, Sister.
Viper, Father, NPC, Deceased
Hawk, Female, NPC, Deceased.
Sun, sister, NPC, Deceased.
Indigo, Brother, Deceased.
Crush/Mate: Open.
Kits: No?? She is child. Do not.
Theme Songs:

Other: sm O L
Any plots?: Sure thing boyo.

My name is Blackstorm and I am a/the Warrior of WolfClan!
Full Name(be creative with names): Blackstorm
Age: 49 Moons
Gender: Non-Binary / Male
Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic
Personality:
Hard and cold, is one way to describe him.
Cryptic and Unknown, closed off, proud,
intelligent, a complete mystery.

He is ruthless, a bloodthirsty monster
in the field of battle. He does not speak of
his past, of his nature.

His name was always "Death" to the Tribe
of the Crimson Mountain.

He has always been here.
History:
[REDACTED]

Family/Kin:
N/A
Crush/Mate:
No.
Kits:
No.
Theme Songs:


Other: I keep making death related creatures
hoo boy
Any plots?: S U RE T HIN G