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Spell and Featherkit: She turned me into a newt! P- Featherkit

Spell hadn't heard from his family in quite awhile. The young tom hadn't even seen his mother in forever and all his siblings save Featherpaw had simply vanished, and even then he only seemed to see Feather in passing anymore. A part of Spell felt like it was his fault, like he had caused this in some way by making himself so busy. But he also couldn't help but notice that Feather had become more withdrawn, more reclusive in recent months. Spell wondered if he were ill. The young ambassador felt guilty that he'd hardly tried to help his brother or even ask what was wrong. He felt like he was neglecting his last bit of family. However, Spell was going to fix that now by actually talking to Featherpaw. He'd gotten much better at communicating with people since he had started traveling from clan to clan. Maybe he could use some of those newfound skills here? Padding into the apprentice den, Spell would call out in a quiet voice, "Hey, Feather, you in here?"

Spell/Feather: Save me if I become {P-Featherpaw} My demons

There were no pawprints, no clear signs of a struggle anywhere. No, there was no trace that the young tom had been there at all. He was simply gone, vanished as if swept away by the wind. Spell wondered what the others back in Stormclan would think. How long would it be before they noticed? Would they send a search party? Would they think he was finally carried away by some large predator after all his risky trips outside Stormclan territory? What disturbed Spellpaw in particular was the nagging feeling that his mother wouldn't notice. It wasn't as if she ever saw him anyway. Spell's heart grew heavy when he imagined his poor brother, all alone and probably thinking him dead. If only he could find a way to speak to him... to tell him he was okay. Or, at least he thought he was. This new place sent a cold sense of dread pulsing through Spell; it was by no means an inviting one and their plans for him remained clouded in chilling uncertainty. But he knew he'd make it back somehow, he had to. For everyone back home.
OOC: I will continue replying to threads I've already started in because those take place before the disappearance, but anything afterwards Spell will be absent from.

Sure, who makes?

"Paris, you might want to keep it down." Spell warned Paris, trying to hide the fear in his voice. Stormclan? Obliterated? Nothing left? Why? The apprentice tried to shake off the disturbing image of the Stormclan camp silent and abandoned like a ghost town. He watched anxiously to see Blaze's response.

"Congratulations." Spellpaw said to his brother with enthusiasm. Maybe soon Feather would also reach the ambassador rank and they could go out on errands together

Spellpaw felt his face heat up with embarrassment as the newcomer spoke. Was he talking to him? Did he call him a lady? "Hello," Spell greeted, "And welcome to Stormclan. I'm Spellpaw, an ambassador here." he chose not to mention the mistake and hoped the canine would notice on his own.
//IC opinions

Sounds good. I've been pretty busy, so I wouldn't be able to get around to it for awhile.

Hey, it was Featherkit. Spellpaw went to help her grab the book but stopped short when she conjured it. "Wow, looks like you're really getting the hang of that." he said, impressed. He recalled her conjuring birds and bugs awhile back. It was really incredible. Spell wished he'd ended up with some neat magical powers like that but he hadn't done one supernatural thing in his life. The world did love irony, didn't it?

Spell's eyes opened slowly to an unfamiliar location. He couldn't quite remember what had happened before he'd lost consciousness. Had he fallen asleep somewhere odd and then fallen down off a ledge or something? Then it hit him... that stranger. Spellpaw climbed to his feet, wincing at the dull ache that spread throughout his body. "Who are you?" he asked the stranger, trying to cover the fear in his voice with frustration.

"I just wanted to talk." Spell said, moving to sit down next to his brother. He didn't bother to wait for an invitation, family shouldn't need one anyways. "So, how are you?" he asked, inwardly cringing at how awkward he sounded. What happened to those newfound social skills?

"Oh, uh, sorry." Spell said, noticing Feather jump as he spoke. He really should have mentioned that he was there first. He was slightly embarrassed, but quickly covered it with more conversation. "So, how are you?" he asked, starting over.

Wow, lying wasn't a skill that ran in this family, was it? He decided to start, hoping that Feather might crack and talk about it if he did, "Well, it's just that I noticed you've been really distant lately. You seem sick or something." Spell explained, still suspecting that his brother might be able afraid to go to the medicine den for fear of running into their mother.

"I can take the allies gifts." Spellpaw piped up. It was his job after all, and he hadn't had a chance to deliver gifts since he had become an apprentice.

Spell recalled hearing stories about Bill Cipher, though he had been lucky enough never to meet him personally until now. "A-are you going to kill me?" he asked, trying to keep his voice from cracking and not meeting Bill's gaze. He recalled the corpse he'd stumbled upon in Stormclan territory as a kit. It had been a horrific crime scene. The murder there had been linked to Bill. Am I going to end up like that? Spell wondered, feeling suddenly cold.

Maybe Spell and Shade could have a thread? He's in the Rebellion of Terminus right now but it could take place beforehand.

I have a huge test coming up this week so I will be super inactive until Thursday. I will try hard to make up for that inactivity during the weekend. This is mostly for private threads because Spell isn't even in Stormclan right now anyway.

Spellpaw stepped back and cried out in surprise as Bill's claws raked his face. He wanted to ask why, what he had done wrong, but he knew that it was only about his birthplace. It wasn't a personal offense; Cipher would take any proclanner away and hurt them. Spell wanted to fight back, but his mentor hadn't been around to teach him how yet. He felt pathetic staring down at the ground, feeling blood start to run from the scratch Bill had given him.

Spellpaw frowned, "Can I help you maybe? I'm not a doctor but I've been reading a lot and I think I saw some things to help tiredness. Do you think you have insomnia?" He desperately wanted to be able to fix whatever was wrong with his brother, to show him he was a good sibling, even if frequently gone.