Posts by Summerconstellations

[hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;]In the physical world, Aurorakit's brow scrunched together and she gave a tiny mewl of discomfort, but otherwise made no movement. Inside her head though, her dreams went from chasing butterflies with the ivory-silk that was her mother and the flaming-shadow that was her father to a dark tunnel that she shot through, and she instinctively brought her wings around her body seeing as she was afraid of them being ripped off of her. Closing her eyes tight, she prayed to StarClan that she wouldn't die at the end of the tunnel.

Silence answered her.

Blinking open her eyes as she realized the silence represented that she wasn't being thrown full-throttle down a badger's hole, she gazed around at the white fluffy clouds and instead of feeling welcome, she felt absolutely terrified. Turning around, she expected the black and less-scary tunnel of death but instead was greeted by the harsh and frozen colour of purity.

Aurorakit let out a wail and immediately planted her furry little rump on the cloud and closed her eyes, chanting in a monotone, "Wakeup. Wakeup. Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup."

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Next time, though, Dragon, I'll give you full reins.

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[hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;]The kit jumped, her fur fluffed out like a cotton ball. "This is just a dream. I doubt this is real." She turned and padded away with the confidence of those words. In a dream, you couldn't get hurt. In a dream, you ruled. In a dream, nothing was impossible but nothing was real.

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[hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;]Aurorakit looked at the newcomer with bored yetbsomewhat scared eyes. "Who are you?"

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[hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;]Aurorakit shifted and mewed, "If you can see my past, can you see my future? Can you see my family?" She doubted that those 'good times' would happen until she was reunited with her father and her mother and her sister and brothers. Maybe, when she got back, she could tell them about this crazy religion that the SkyClan leaders were trying to get them to believe. How Garnetstorm would laugh in that deep voice of his, how her mother would roll her blind eyes and sweep her pretty and plumed tail across Ora's back and laugh softly, how Rogueflame would put her on his shoulders and run across the plains and sing about how far she could fly with her wings.

She tilted her head. "How do I know this is real and not just a dream? How do I know that this is just some nightmare? How do I know that anything you say isn't just guesses and lies?" She didn't want to believe that anyone would lie to her, but she trusted nobody except her sister, Maleficentkit, because nobody talked straight anymore. In EclipseClan, they hadn't stopped talking about things when she padded up and listened, but here... Warriors stopped, glancing at her, before telling her to leave them to their business. In EclipseClan, the entire Clan was in on everything and the kits' opinions were valued as much as the apprentices' were. And albeit the kits rarely got their way, but they did get a taste for the politics that were a daily dose of the life they were going to be leading in just a few seasons.

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[hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;]Aurorakit listened to the snow leopard-god as he talked and found truth and honesty in his words, and then she watched as he left with a slight and fragile sound, not like how leaves crackled underfoot her uncle, but instead a gentler sound. Glancing at the polar bear, Aurorakit automatically became defensive and mewed, "If you say so."

And then she blinked open her eyes in her nest in the middle of the night within the place she must now call her physical home, her physical Clan, when her heart's Clan, her heart's home, travelled farther and farther away from her. Deep inside, she wondered if StarClan was watching over her or the snow leopard with the sound of truth in his voice was.

Strangely, as her eyes slid shut again, she hoped it was the leopard.

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#sporkswillwin #stoppingnow #thisisthelastone #thelastone

Okay, I'm good again.

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this is what I return to...

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;][hr][hr][sup]Hmm. Dragon, what do you think about Spell and Addy not talking much to each other until they leave the Clan as apprentices, and then one saves the other life or something and then they have a big heartfelt conversation?

I like this idea, since it means character development tense interactions for other characters. Plus, a story for the next generation.

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[hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;]Aurorakit had never liked Melody, even though the only interaction she'd really personally had with the strange she-cat was in her dream, and Aurorakit stood beside her sister, her eyes as pale as the day before. Her fur lay flat on her back and her maw was twisted into a frown.

How do I know this isn't just a lie?

She forced herself to keep her eyes on the mangled body of the she-cat in front of her as she wondered what may happen in the heavens that she had 'visited' while sleeping. How was the snow leopard handling this? He was her father supposedly, so perhaps he was watching this with tears in his eyes.

I believe in StarClan!

But she also believed that the female and that male had been something a lot more powerful than just starry-pelted cats. She especially wanted to believe that the leopard had been telling the truth about seeing 'good things' in her future.

Without her inclination, or the reasoning behind it, her wings took one pump and she surged forward, tears running from her eyes. "No! You weren't supposed to die! You were supposed to talk to me again!" She buried her tiny face into the ten times larger predator as she cried, her sobs silent. Her silver wings weren't curled tightly around her, instead they were spread wide away from her body and the feathers were bristling as if there was a danger and as if she was trying to seem bigger than she was. Her wingspan was twice her full-length and the silver-gold wings contrasted with her dark amber-tortoiseshell body.

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[color=transparent] #auroraspell #aittia

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;][hr][hr][sup]Mine is a Saxon chief or leader and I have control of over at least 9,000 men, though most likely more because of tough times in war.

So... We have an Alpha, a Praetor, and a Dux. What could possibly go wrong?

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;][hr][hr][sup]I Googled it because I was looking for quotes from a dux, but erm...

I have no idea so...

You'll do fine, servum meum, just don't stress or psych yourself out. <3

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Lol xD

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SHUSSHSHHHSHSSSHHHHH

it was fine, my slow-witted turtle.

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[hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color=silver; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -10px;]Sitting beside her sister, Aurorakit tilted her head. Envoy? She smiled. That was her. She'd be an envoy when she was able to. The young kit, though, understood that it would take at least two more moons before the Clan even thought to make her an apprentice, much less and Envoy's apprentice.

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