//It has beds, so it's close enough to night!
Auroradweller walked towards the camp with a fish skewered on a spiked leg of his, ready to drop the prey unto the fresh-kill pile. Still, if somebody was talking about fools and their usefulness, he wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation from across the clearing.
//Is it night or sometime near night?
Pulsingpaw laughed as a feeling of deja vu overwhelmed him, for some reason he didn't understand. The tomcat let out a chuckle, in a rather strange deeper tone than normal, before he meowed, "Let me tell you the flaw with that plan, guy. You're dead. You've been dead for two years. Those body parts of yours haven't been fed for two years, and have been sitting there rotting for two years because you only just now realized that being dead sucks. So, you can go and try to revive your skeleton, but that isn't going to last very long after your non-existent heart pumps your non-existent blood into your non-existent muscles, so your bones will just crumble into a pile. As for the rest of us, there's a little trick I picked up to reconstruct a new body - a replica - but if you don't want to reincarnate then what's the point?"
The spirit, created outside of this current time period, laughed as if some newbie who died long ago didn't see the problem with "healing" what was inevitably rat food by now. Although, the practical application of spirit energy as a healing substance isn't something that I got right either, so maybe helping this fool would be profitable.
When the spirit was finished talking, Pulsingpaw blinked rapidly as his conscious was allowed control once more. The tomcat meowed, "W-What, again?"
Pulsingpaw was genuinely confused about what could cause this cat to be impulsive enough to give his whole life story for seemingly no reason (as he had no consciousness during his temporary possession).
The spirit, meanwhile, used this confusion to his advantage to get in one more speech to the old, dead relic. He taunted, "I agree, then, that you are stupid. And too nostalgic. The energy absorbed prevents the death of a creature through its release as it goes throughout the body. To use this to repair an entire body while simultaneously preventing it from dying again is insane - you would need to commit continuous genocide in order to get the energy and fuel. If it were as easy as you think it is, I wouldn't be tacked onto this dolt." Even though Pulsingpaw was blacked out for a moment, now slightly dizzy from doing it so much irregularly, this didn't stop the spirit form waving his paw over towards the Principalite. He chuckled, as even if dragons existing, Auroradweller could only begin to imagine how this translated to a mortal cheating death in such as trivial way, or why he was hell-bent on not taking the simple solution of just being reincarnated. No, it's foolish pride. That can be the only reason, and an idiot who thinks with his ego more than his brain can lead to some pretty interesting experiments if pushed right.
The tomcat, though, wasn't entirely convinced that Recon understood what he was proposing. "'If the past or future lingers for too long, bad things tend to happen.' I suggest you take your own advice, in that case." Auroradweller felt he had had enough of mocking the older Deputy (whatever that rank meant), and started to fade back into his spirit-bound host. Ironically, though, Auroradweller's eyes started to flash a bright white as a spirit paw from some nether region outside of his comprehension grasped his back and took control of his spirit momentarily, only to add a final remark. "Oh, and one last thing - if you try to compress the time pool in order to selfishly bring your body back to life, I will make sure to 'correct' the incident before your foolishness destroys the fabric of Skyclan's existence.".
The spirit paw dissipated shortly afterwards, causing Auroradweller to regain consciousness before he returned to Pulsingpaw, who woke up and regained consciousness. Pulsingpaw, meanwhile, was ready for nap time.
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Auroradweller had not remembered the last time he had fun in Stormclan, and with so many kits out loose, it was his duty as a responsible Stormclanner to watch out for them when everyone else was too busy worried about the kits' mother. The warrior walked over to them, changing his voice to sound like his best imitation of a Twoleg elderly female, "[b]Ey, kidties! Its your mommy, Silverbream. Give me a kiss and I'll get you back to the nest for sleep, because it's getting to be pretty late![b]"
"Yes, I am out on errands in the camp. Now go back to the nest, I'll be there shortly kidties!" Auroradweller's ear phased out before it was struck, as the sounds of a killjoy could be heard from miles away. Did this cat want kits walking around with only the curious gaze of gawkers staring at them? How silly an impractical! Auroradweller meowed, "Don't listen to the Spidersilk, it's really just a fox disguised as a cat so it can gobble you up when nobody's looking! There's some special anti-fox moss in your nests that it's allergic to, so it won't get you there!" How sweet was Auroradweller tonight?
Oh no, a "master warrior" was yelling at him! Whatever was Auroradweller to do besides carry on business as usual? Still, with so many cats trying to leave the kits outside of his capable care, it was clear to him that Auroradweller wasn't sharing Stormclan's interest in exhibiting the kits rather than keeping them safely in the nest. He meowed to Spidersilk, "Okay, Spidersilk, I will be a good warrior and go ask about for Silverbeam. I will start by asking Silverbeam."
The tomcat half-skipped towards the origin of the trail (he had pulled his latest body from the corpses of some cats near a patch of lavender, so Auroradweller felt that he knew which lake the kits were talking about), while simultaneously impressed with the kits' memory. To increase his speed, however, the cat narrowed his paws into fine spikes and split his legs into three slender pike-like appendages. As he skittered quickly along the ground, using the constant movement of his legs to gain a good running speed, the cat realized he had no way of hugging Silverbeam once he found her, so he morphed his ears into long, slender, veiny arms with scrawny hands at the end of them. Okay Silverbeam here I come to find you for your kits.
By now, his spirit had long since beckoned for Auroradweller to return to the host or else have his power wane, but the cat was determined, damn it, to make things right so that those kits didn't end up wondering around camp forever!
The cat ran, feeling his spirit rapidly disconnecting from his already pushed body until it had trouble keeping its form. The cat ran, with three of its sharp, sleek, unnatural legs snapping off and tumbling into the dirt, because he finally saw what he was looking for.
Auroradweller let out a call for his clanmates. "Hey, guys, I found Silverbeam! Please come carry her because I cannot stay for much longer!," . . . is what he would have said, if not for the fact that his lips had already rotted off and his throat was crumbling, so the whole statement was just an incoherent scream of "AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa!" With his fur and skin flaking off, Auroradweller was powerless to stop his eyes from melting into the crevice of his skull created from the brain turning into goo. With a final push of his body, the cat(?) reached for Silverbeam with one of his long, slender arms before collapsing completely into a pile of lifeless organic mush, with his crumbling body parting only for the morphed bastardization of a skeleton that the cat used this time. Auroradweller could only hope that his signal was enough.
Auroradweller loved games almost as much as he loved winning them. The tomcat called out, "I'm in. Let's rock."
Auroradweller noticed Tadpolekit glaring at him. How rude. Didn't his mother teach him that that would be rude? And he tried to be nothing but nice to Stormclan. Why was he scorned so much? Well, even if his clan was full of bullies, that wouldn't change how badly he was going to beat them.He meowed, "I don't personally care. I'll win either way."
"B- I always wake up in Stormclan. I woke up here, but this isn't Stormclan. Stormclan is not here..." The warrior looked around at the sky, obscured with the rock lining of a cave. Logically, the glow of moonlight from the entrance was where Stormclan was most likely, as the clan wasn't underground. Auroradewller dropped the rat without another thought, and without much of a word afterwards walked towards the cave entrance, eyes not even locking on the seraphim. The rat stayed on the ground, obviously not moving. The wounds within it were lethal, but the rest of the rat was in pretty good condition from the outside.
Alas, the day of fun in the snow was spending its time rather liberally, and some hints of sunlight started to fade. Before his complete unbinding, though, as a warrior elsewhere took rest, a spirit began to watch the skaters. It wouldn't be long before he had a chance to play with his clanmates again. Maybe this time he could make some friends. If only....
The spirit groaned, "Battle ice.......?"
Auroradweller sensed his clanmates' growing distrust of him. That was... rude. If he didn't have a nasty habit of doing it at the next morning, Auroradweller would have killed himself by now. Still, what they thought was pointless, as everyone else against he would just make the victory all the more fulfilling.
The tomcat took up a flag from the pile and asked, "When shall we being placing them, and what are the conditions for victory?"
Auroradweller nodded horizontally, then grabbed his flag and ran off towards some large ruins he saw earlier. The cat intended his hide his flag rather deeply within them, and wanted to be out of sight for a moment so that he could better prepare to take the others' flags.
The spirit looked upon the merriment. That... looks like fun! Not wanting to waste any time before he could regain control over his being, the spirit started to search around for any sign of carrion that he could use to be "born from" this evening.
It's... abundant.
The tomcat looked around this particular area he woke up in tonight, taking a note of all of the corpses and skeletons that were laying in a strangely linear arrangement. It seemed as if he were waking up further and further from Stormclan by the nightfall. Good - perhaps I need some time away from those...those... Auroradweller thought better than to bad mouth his clanmates with insults and names, but the feelings were still sour. He searched around the sands for a moment, alien to the scent of Bloodclan in every way except to distant this plane as another realm to he.
The tomcat looked around, searching for a sign of life.
Camp? Auroradweller heard that turn in only one clan he visited. Well, he only visited two in this consciousness, but that still didn't deter that his mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that this cat, smelling strangely, wanted to find the Stormclan camp. He couldn't be that stupid, though, to just ask and expect to sabotage the camp without so much as a scuffle. Well, perhaps he was friendly. His scent wasn't exactly familiar to Auroradweller, so the tomcat felt appropriate to shout, "Halt. Name and business please. What clan do you call home, cat?" He tried to sound as formal as he could, completely oblivious to the irony.
Auroradweller's eyes narrowed at the cat's words, recalling talks of politics around the fresh-kill pile of Bloodclan's relation to Stormclan - as an enemy. An explicitly stated enemy. "Here, in Bloodclan?" Auroradweller was visibly angry, as even if his clanmates were rude and obnoxious, he still had some loyalty to Stormclan to defend it from an intruder who already thought he was entitled. The tomcat snarled, unsheathing his claws into the sand "I'm defending my clan from some pathetic excuse of a recon scout. If you're planning an invasion, I suggest you turn around and tell whoever sent you that suicide missions are immoral." The tomcat lowered his head, and let the fur on his pelt rise, letting out one more hiss before staring down the investigator, "This will be your only warning."
Carcass munchers? Auroradweller was livid, snarling furiously, "If you're going to insult me, then don't expect me to let you off easy." The tomcat sized up his opponent. He was larger, yes, but his body language gave away that he wasn't much of a fighter, and size didn't matter much to Auroradweller anyway. He stalked towards Tabassum, with each step light and firm as he meowed in a low tone, "I gave you a warning to leave Stormclan. If you aren't running back to wherever you came from by the time I get over there, then I can't guarantee that you'll be able to run ever again..." Continuously, he crept towards the First-Tier, ready at a moment's notice to prepare for any sudden retaliation from the """"""alleged"""""" intruder.
