[I would allow that, but it would be unreasonable as it would add more tension between their groups when the SC leaders are seeking peace...If you'd like, perhaps Serpentstar could find her along the border in a separate thread?]
Tinselpaw paused for a moment, glancing to the cub. "Are you ready Radiokit?"
Serpentstar smiled as she responded, a light chuckle on his breath. "I know what you mean," he replied gently, before tugging at Tinselpaw's tail to draw her back. She was a feisty one, an outspoken one, and needed to be kept in line from time to time, before she'd bounce all over the guest in question.
"How is everything else going with you now though?" he piped up, tilting his head slightly to the left in question. He felt like he never had enough time to sit down and talk to her, and he wished ever so badly that he did.
"Daddy, I'm gonna go tell everyone about our new family members!" Tinselpaw mewed, jumping once more into the conversation. She had quite the apt for that talent, and never seemed to mind.
Serpentstar rolled his eyes in jest. "Go then, and make sure to get some lunch." Hopefully that would keep her away a bit longer so she wouldn't interrupt for a while longer. Unknown to his motives, she dipped her head quickly, and with one more nuzzle to Ophidiangaze, darted out of the den in excitement.
"Forgive me, I fear she hasn't accepted that new apprentice name quite yet." Well, he was being kind of course, but she really was a ball of energy and if she didn't control it soon, there was liable to be trouble.
Oblivion listened as several cats spoke and more entered into the conversation, one even being a dog.
He nodded to Holly, a bemused smile upon his maw. Some unknown to the Elite could indeed be quite gullible, or attempt things a known member would see as clearly impossible or a death wish. Still, there was always the occasional feline who pranced up to the mansion thinking they could uproot it all. And? They had always failed.
His smiled widened as Nora appeared, and he pushed the pigeon aside to turn his attention to the young cub. He hadn't seen her in a little while now, but he was delighted to see her. So full of energy and happiness, he felt content when she was around. To him, it reminded him of his own children and family, as he was unknown to the fact that she was a reincarnation that fate had tempted him with. It was an astounding form of irony as his own partner sat before him, both unknown to the fact aside from the concept that they enjoyed one another's company. He'd had to take her hunting this evening, or something to spend some time together; they needed to catch up.
"Greetings, all of you." Oblivion responded with a formal dip of his head, turning from the cub at his side. "The pigeon is but remnants now, but you're more than welcome to it." He added with a purr to his deep tone, pushing the bird forward.
Serpentstar was clearly a bit taken aback as Phoenixnight, no, Paragonstar, spoke. He thought for a minute and blinked, before letting a small smile cross his maw. He wasn't one to display his own emotions so readily, but for one as close to him as Paragonstar was, he would be able to see the excitement evident in the tabby's dark green gaze.
"That's fantastic!" That meant so much, and now, Starclan was fully on their side again, forgiveness granted. "Surely this will end our turmoil." he added quickly, realizing just how important this fact was for Shadowclan's future.
"We should hold a meeting and announce this news. The clan will no doubt be happy to hear it."
[Did he end up getting white on him from Starclan?]
Tinselpaw frowned at the weakened state of her clanmate, trying to support him towards camp.
[Feel free to mke another thread if you'd like and I'll have him find her...Not sure about the catnapping though. Again, he doesn't want to add tension. But if she wants to stay he'll do that.]
ooc: Timeskip a bit on this thread, Phoenixnight has been accepted by Starclan again under the name of Paragonstar. We'll just say that that news has been announced already.
"We can't let another clan dictate how we live and run ourselves, especially when we carry Starclan's approval to do so. I know now that Nightclan doesn't linger over him, Paragonstar is ready to more than prove his rightful leadership." Serpentstar responded with a dip of his head as he glanced over the other appointed leaders.
"New training is a must. After I've seen how poorly we've done in battle, it is clear that some are slipping through the system without proper training. We need to make sure cats know at least how to defend themselves, and even perhaps work in teams. I noticed Thunderclan seemed to work with a buddy system, and perhaps that would be a good idea to try, or somethign similar." Hell, perhaps they needed to train earlier.
No one with a sense of pride liked to admit they were losing control. One that would call himself leader certainly wasn't one to be seen in such a situation. Yet, as true as the tom was to the name he carried, Serpentstar was indeed losing said control; a notion that frightened him, badly.
Sleep had been kept from him the previous night, and yet lucid dreams and nightmares plagued him. No, the tom in question had not been asleep, and yet, visions flooded his mind and played until the dawning light. Cats he knew-cats he didn't-their stories, their actions, their pasts...All flooded through him.
Only a few select cats knew that Serpentstar had the ability to manipulate the memories of others. He wasn't proud of the fact, and in the past, it had allowed him to act in ways he wouldn't have, should he not have been able to wipe the memory. He had bypassed the ability, more so a curse than a gift, and never truly used it nor practiced it. For whatever reason however, it came back with a vengeance. Now, without him prompt, memories were being stolen from all over, ripped away in pieces or their entirety, and shoved into his already too-full mind. Voices spoke, communicated, yowled, sang, cried...All in unison as he was forced to watch the events that chose to suddenly appear within his head.
He was fighting it, and the more he seemed to shut them out, the more that came. Who were they coming from? Why were they coming? What would happen? He hadn't told a soul, but it was clear something was up with the leader, and that something was troubling him.
[If you'd like him to practice manipulation on your character he can either change a memory, view it, or steal it and meddle it all up. Feel free to ask.]
It hadn't taken too long before one of the leaders presented himself, dark tabby fur sticking out in all directions as the metal scented air hit his nostrils. Serpentstar was on alert-that much was clear, and when his gaze fell upon the bloodied form of Paganstrike-Scorpionking at his side, he felt his heart drop.
At the two tom's feet rested a body, and one that evidently would not be moving anytime soon. The suddenly woozy sensation hit the Shadowclanner as he realized it was one of their own-Paganstrike's sister.
Having remained still for some moments to take in the scene, he padded forward slowly; cautiously. He recalled the attempt on his life when Paganstrike was an apprentice under the power of Scarface, the cruel monstrosity who wouldn't give the tom a chance to invent himself, instead painting him to be much worse than his father.
"Scorpionking, is he hurt?" Serpentstar finally questioned in a laborer voice, glancing back to Wishingwell once before awaiting an answer. Something had to be done about this, and soon.
Awe thank you so much! I love rp'ing with you <3
Obli was having some issues. To put it simply, there was a particular cub he couldn't get out of his head. The cub in question was little Nora, the petite little thing he had run across out in the grounds hunting.
She was a spunky little gal , he'd give her that, but something about her...Well, he couldn't put his paw on it. Maybe it was the fact that she was a caracal as well, or maybe it was the shade of her eyes. Whatever it was, it drew a strange sense of emotion from him as if he had known her for far too long.
Though he cursed himself for feeling it, as many would turn their noses up at the notion, Obli knew what this feeling was as he had only felt it for one other, that being Bozenei.
Oblivion was in love with a cub.
Go ahead, laugh and jeer, but no matter how many times he tried to talk himself out of it, he found himself wandering around in his idle time wondering where she was.
In fact, where was she today? He wanted to take her out to show her some of his favorite spots in the territory, her being new and all. He wouldn't act weird, no, he had too much dignity for that. He would bypass the strange feelings for now, declaring them improper. She was just a little kid, himself an adult. No, he'd be there as a friend and nothing more, despite how close he already felt.
Perhaps if he knew the truth, the fact that those eyes were indeed familiar, he wouldn't feel so weird but hell, Nora herself didn't know she was a reincarnate, how would he?
Ah, there it was.
Oblivion's ears swiveled and as he slowly turned he caught sight of the little cub in question, a wide grin spreading across his maw as he reached a leg out to pull her close for a hug. Turning his attention down to her as she greeted him there was a lightness to his eyes. "Yes, it's been far too long little one, and I have some fun things to show you." He replied softly in an affectionate tone. There were many mysteries to the mansion, some many knew little to nothing about. Lucky for the brute, he knew of a few that would hopefully keep her entertained for the day. He needed some free time out of the normal work anyway.
"I trust you're doing well today Nora?" He questioned, as he pulled back to stand up, ready to depart.
Serpentstar turned his attention as several clan-mates appeared and began to converse around him, even to him.
He flicked an ear as Pianotune spoke to him, and with a dip of his head he sought to answer her. "Fairly well today, how are you?" Bouncing the question back to her, he avoided eye contact for a mere second, hoping his earlier issue wouldn't flaunt its way into his mind. To his bitter disappointment, it did indeed, and visions of a younger Pianotune surfaced, of her and her father, siblings, and mother. Life before his return flickered in his mind, until as if in a violent shove he pressed the memories away, trying not to damage them as best he could. They weren't his property nor did he have the right to alter them and yet...Here he found himself, slipping through them like a privilege so easily granted. Trying to retake control of his psyche, he glanced to the ebony and ivory female, dark eyes trying to look not too terribly sleep deprived.
As Rookfeather and Morphinedrip presented themselves, the dark tabby sought to greet them as well. "Hello Cha-Morphinedrip." He had to quickly fix that error. Had the warrior told him about his loner name? Had he even met this warrior before the present moment? The memories and reality seemed to mold together, and if he began spouting off information unknown to him, others would see that something was so obviously amiss. How would they take to the mental invasion? To lose the trust of those closest to him...It couldn't be allowed.
"I am Serpentsnare-star" He replied with a flick of his tail, trying to quell his mind. He was here now, not in the past, not in a memory...Here. If he focused hard enough, perhaps the curse would settle. "Apologies, I'm a bit tired." Well, hopefully to admit such would not make them worried about his seemingly scattered state.
My, she was a babbling brook full of words now wasn't she? Oblivion listened as she sputtered the word "dad," which made him feel strangely delighted and even worse at the same time for his deeper feelings for the cub. Loved her like a daughter...Right? Surely it was nothing more-He would never-Well, that wasn't a thought he'd like to entertain right now, especially with little Noraleen eagerly waiting for him to lead the way.
A soft rumbling purr to his tone, he bent down and ran his tongue across her head. "Of course I don't mind Nora." He replied warmly, at the notion of him being dad. Hey, maybe it would remind him of just how young she really was.
"I'll show you a few rooms here, and then I have a special place outside for you to see." It had been a few moons now since he had visited the hollowed tree, and with good reason. The last time he had climbed up into its comforting security, he had found Bozenei already gone from the world, body chilling and no longer filled with love and warmth. He hadn't been able to bring himself to return just yet, no, even with her body gone it still seemed cold and barren. Perhaps little Nora's happiness could radiate in it for him, just a bit.
"This room over here is my personal room, where I raised my previous litters with my late mate." Obli introduced, as he padded his way into the dusty room. Here too, he hadn't been for a little while, or not in the same sense. Instead of curling up in the piles of curtains where he had shared his nest, he rested in a small armchair, one that didn't carry Boz's scent so strongly. He still thought of her of course, but ever other reminder still made the pain return. Yet this was his room, and he would never abandon it. In its dusty remnants, there were two armchairs and an old desk, as well as a torn up sofa and scattered curtains. But the incoming light was welcoming, and made the otherwise dark room more approachable. Perhaps she wouldn't enjoy it as much as he, but for him...The room was more than cold and stale. It help memories he would forever cherish. His first night with Bozenei, the sound of his children laughing and bouncing around. The paw prints in the dusty floors, all sizes that illustrated how much they had grown...The room was his life, his family, and though she didn't know it, it was hers too.
Well...Shit. That wouldn't make things look good.
"We need to send out a patrol to ensure the rest of his body is not laying around in our territory, and if it is, it needs to be brought back to camp to be inspected. I don't know of many creatures that would tear off a leg and leave it. This is highly suspicious."
Well, it could be a good thing however if he had died and returned in spirit form to his clan as several of his own had done in the past when placed in a dangerous situation. "Scorpionking, can you and perhaps another warrior visit Scarclan to ensure whether or not he has returned to them? Speak nothing of the leg just yet, but just check up on them to see where everything is standing." Shadowclan as a whole had agreed to search for him, and they had no reason to harm him so he doubted Scarclan would assume so, but you never know. What was going on here?
Tinselpaw appeared to be a bit flustered. "Why would you do that?" The black and russet female quickly questioned, spinning to face the Elderclanner. From what she knew, this clan hated her own and she felt no sort of comfort in having Anathamekit on their territory.
Serpentstar nodded as they spoke, taking in the information granted by Wildfire. "They know we're looking for Ishmael, all allies are, so they wouldn't suspect us checking in to see if he's turned up or anything. But if parts of him are being scattered, we may need to call a meeting between all allies to get to the bottom of this." He returned, distress clear in his eyes. So Ishy had been literally shredded? Thrown around the territory just for the sake of some wicked game or message?
Serpentstar presented himself, listening to the suggestions. "I believe Scorpionking and myself may do nominations, and select those we think should compete." He added, nodding. After all, between himself and the deputy they knew the activity of most warriors, certainly at least those who deserved to take part in the Olympics. "Thanks for the suggestions, and I'll speak to Paragonstar as well just to be completely sure of how we'll work this out," he responded with a purr.
Serpentstar heard the voice of the young female and turned his attention back to her. "Yes Butterflypaw? How may I be of assistance?" He inquired, dark green optics curious.
"We have found a leg in our territory as well."
Padding in just in time to hear the other's comments, Serpentstar decided it was safe to reveal that information. After all, it was clear the mutilation and spread of body parts had been made in all the main groups.
"Have we no ideas who could be responsible?" Hell, most of the pro-clans and anti-clans were here. Unless one of them simply framed the action to make the truth hidden. Anyone of the groups could have killed him and placed a piece on their own territory to leave no suspicion. However, unless he was missing something, there didn't seem to be motive. "Perhaps I am assuming too much here, but I don't believe any of us would wish for the death of Ishmael, so it must have been an outside source." Or perhaps not.
He considered announcing the news of Paragonstar, but decided to wait until the tom was here, as well as Scorpionking.
Rolling her eyes, Tinselpaw knew not what to do except to allow it. "Then follow me. We've got to get him back quickly."
[Thread for the meddie cats? Or timeskip? Up to you.]
