Posts by Auroradweller

Auroradweller padded towards the group, with his escape being humble misdirection - some Bloodclanners' necks were misdirected the wrong way, and he misdirected himself into a locust and flew away without a scratch. No need to be sneaky, no scent hiding. Just point A to point B. Still what exactly was this meeting for?

Auroradweller's eyes rolled. What was the point of a sneak attack if it wasn't to prevent a follow-up? Clearly he had a lot to learn about this fine art that seemed so natural to plenty of the other Exilers. He meowed, shamefully, "That sounds easier said than done, right?"

Alas, Auroradweller could not hear his clanmate, for he was a plant, and Fawnpelt was not a flower whisperer. Still, a slash was a slash, and some of his cuts did loosen the grip Auroradweller had over Falcon's neck. That didn't matter, for his plan was only to immobilize him so that there would be no struggling as Auroradweller gracefully sprouted several large, thick leaves to wrap around Falcon's entire body. He prepared for the possibility of resistance, as Auroradweller's leaves were sensitive to any possible tear. For one of the few times in the cat(?)'s life, he was hungry.

Like clockwork, a cat who half-knew what to do with dead bodies padded towards the scene. Auroradweller mumbled to himself, "Failed anchor baby? Uh well..." He wasn't the type to grieve, nor particularly care about disease, both due to his daily cycle of dying and being born from his own little stash of carrion. The tomcat meowed to Phantomstep, "You're eyeing the body with a worried face. Methinks you suspect it's diseased? I'll go give it a proper burial before any rats can eat the flesh." The orange tomcat walked towards the corpse, preparing to carry it away.

Auroradweller's eyes narrowed in response. "That kills them!" Oh, there he went, saying that word...

Auroradweller was next to greet the newcomer. Had the others not been so quick to deem her a figure of authority, Auroradweller would have picked up the little munchkin and held her like a precious baby. Well, not his baby, but the idea remained the same. The plump tabby walked over, asking politely so as not to be unfriendly, "YOU, ma'am, are very small and adorable. May I pick you up and nuzzle you like a wee little kit?"

Auroradweller's ears perked as the leader made his point clear. How nice and polite, except Auroradweller wanted to... uhm... (how do I put this delicately..?) snack. The tomcat glanced around cautiously. "Uhm... yeah.. I guess you can help bury the body. This one. This body right here. Come, let's find a nice place far away from this dreadful scene." The "helpful" tomcat bend his head down to lift up Timelesstemptations' dainty corpse.

Wasn't that... It was! The log cat! Auroradweller ran up to Bones, ready to be helpful once again. The tomcat meowed, "Bones? Bones? Get up. Please. I saw a nice bug over on a really nice hill. If you get up, we can all go see it." He only met the cat once, but he felt so good helping her that hit would have absolutely tore Auroradweller's bizarre heart out to watch her die on the spot.

Auroradweller like the idea of hiding in audacity. He meowed, "Riot!" It was perfect. Bloodclan would never suspect a rebellion while the Exiles were being violent. It was so obvious that it wasn't! (Or... at least in Auroradweller's shattered mind it was...)

Auroradweller watched the trio, reserving himself to opt into the mission of Xenia stayed behind.

The flowery field was pleasant. Daisies scattered the landscape dyed yellow with hordes of dandelions in bloom, with the soft glow of the blue sky providing the perfect contrast to the intense purple of the lilacs sprouting from the ground.

Birds were chirping, butterflies and other bugs were visiting the flowers, spreading pollen for the next generation of vegetation, and a monster with what seemed like thousands of eyes and arms was tenderly grabbing each flower in its omnipresent sight before using its sharp spike-like legs to gingerly walk around each plant, careful not to disrupt the plants (the same mercy wasn't spared from the psyche of the local critters). She likes this nature just the way it is. I shan't disturb it until I find what I am looking for.

Auroradweller shuffled frantically around the field, searching for the prettiest flower he could find. Yes. Beauty. Perfect beauty, a symbol for friendship incarnate. Was it even friendship at that point? As cheesy as it sounded, the Derecho had forgotten that he had a heart, but even with his brief reunion with it, he knew this wasn't friendship. It was... SUPER FRIENDSHIP... or something similar. Either way, he needed to find it. Wherever it was. Anywhere. He mustn't cease his sweep.

Auroradweller leaned in to try to nuzzle Spidersilk before whispering ominously,"I'm still going to try." The Derecho's front paws started to shift into limbs resembling Twoleg hands before he padded slowly towards Littlestep. He was going to pet the former leader. How exciting and friendly!

Auroradweller liked Crimson's attitude. He added, "Bait? You mean attack party A. This is our home turf- we outnumber them. After the sneak attack is launched from behind, we can use the party in charge of the diversion to help press the enforcers that investigate the 'bait' from all sides, cutting off reinforcements for when Rick goes for the throat of our 'guests'." It was just a suggestion, but there was no way in hell that any Exiler was going to be used as bait without intending to spill blood later.

It didn't take a thousand eyes to notice an impurity in the rather vibrant landscape's composure, with a body of black laying outwards. Had the creature not cautiously glanced at a bee, the oriental would still be only in his mind, rather than sitting from across the field, staring at Auroradweller. He knew he had a heart now, for once you feel its vibrant beat, as welcoming as the chance to lay in the sun and bask, you quickly learn that never being blessed by its rhythm is a much more pleasing experience than going from 60 to 0 bpm in 1.2 seconds.

Auroradweller's entire body froze. No! Not yet. Haven't found it! The Derecho wanted desperately to bend his head backwards, to see with the rest of his eyes if only one of them had an error, or if there was some other ebony cat walking around these parts. This was somewhat out of the way of Stormclan territory, after all. No.. he couldn't risk this. If he didn't think he was going to be alone, then why bother making himself into such an abomination. Why soil the natural tranquility of this isolated landscape with his Eldritch image if he was trying to find beauty in a flower?

An hour passed in five seconds. Should he give up, kill Dottie, then worry about this later? Should he come clean here, and risk losing this wonderful feeling in his chest? Should he.. yes.. try to wait for Spidersilk to leave, resume his search, then let the surprise play out as he conspired!
Auroradweller could have giggled if he wasn't so hellbent on keeping a stealthy attitude. Slowly, he crouched low to the ground, closing all of his eyes and retracting his hands. From his body came several silky hairs that all emerged from soft bulbs throughout his orb frame, converging into petals. To finish the disguise, Auroradweller tried to manipulate his scent into something sweet. Yes... nothing to see here. Just a flower bush. Resume activities as usual. Carry on civilian.

Auroradweller pondered on the notion of clawing some eyes out. Yes... the squishy bits that people often referred to "optics" with synonymous meaning for no good reason. Why didn't he try that before? The tomcat meowed, "Thanks, Magmaflow. That might be just what I need."

The porcupine growled, as its pupils narrowed and its quills streamlined along its body. Replacing it was a badger, menacingly howling, "I believe it's my turn now?" He rushed towards Jane, aiming to slam his massive claws into the cat with a horizontal swipe.

Auroradweller watched from afar. How adorable and useful Vivian was, indeed. In a way, he was jealous of the dragon.

They had better not stand him up. Auroradweller sat on the outskirts of the Stormclan camp, waiting to help the kits. The shapeshifter was a bit cautious - even though he left his "treasure" hidden remotely, being used to it for so long made him worry about the validity of the kits' test results. Anything for science, plus this might help me find where the major blood vessels are like Magmaflow pointed out. Double win for 'Dwelly. The orange tomcat sat, giving his body a once-over to make sure he didn't forget anything. He would be reborn in the morning, so for now it was time to die for a good cause.

Auroradweller realized that some of the Exilers were a bit inconsistent within their plans, and Rick didn't seem like he was going to step in. He meowed towards Crimson, "Capturing Marie is a win condition, not the premise for a coup. If we could capture her that easily to start this, then we wouldn't need to conspire anyway!" Now that that was out of the way, there were a few other things to clear up. "Does anyone have any ideas when we're to execute whatever plan we come up with?"

Auroradweller's eyes narrowed. Spidersilk thought this was a big deal, so he must think it was a big deal too. That's how ultra-friends worked, right? Auroradweller sat, letting a rush suppressed thoughts cloud his mind at once. Maybe one of them could help his clanmate. Maybe...