Posts by Sky With Rising Moon

//here comes mama sky to act like she has no emotions but she cares for others

Sky had understood, to a degree, the lack of familial love that Dirt that Holds All Life had experienced before he came to the Tribe. While Sky knew she had siblings out there somewhere-one even in a Clan, she had rarely been close to family. She hasn't seen her sister in moons, and that was the closest she's come to feeling a blood connection with another being. The Stoneteller had been born a loner, but knew no father and, as far as she was concerned, didn't know her mother. She had been five moons when she separated from her mother for reasons she did not share with others, and had joined the Tribe just in time to become a To-Be.

No, she wasn't left to drown by her mother. No, she didn't lack clear sight. But, Sky could get it. She even allowed the tom to be on her list of few cats she kept her eye on for a positive reason.

And, wouldn't you know, one of the other cats on that list was talking to him. Sky should've known Valley would immediately take to him.

"Good morning," Sky greets them, choosing not to but in to whatever they have planned. Her voice gave away none of her positive emotions towards the duo, her eyes blank as if she was watching a bug fly from one plant to another. Stoneteller couldn't give up her reputation for her dislike of others, after all.

As the rain began to fall, Sky didn't move. She was already a skinny creature, the raindrops allowing for her thin pelt to stick to her to make her shape even more pronounced.

Her eyes glide to her side as Lark joins her. The Stoneteller simply gives her a nod as she waits for a rumble of thunder. No use trying to speak over the Heavens, after all. She'd just have to repeat herself.

And, for once, Sky was about to speak what was in her mind. Repeating it would just make the whole moment of Sky having an emotion less eventful.

"Another storm," Sky says to the other female, as if it wasn't obvious, "I wonder if this is bad weather or a sign from our ancestors-though I suppose I'm the one who would make the call."

Before her comment can mean much, she takes a look at those still in the camp, "I just hope some of these cats grow a brain and get to shelter before they get hit by lightning-or worse, get a cold from the rain and come whining to me about it."

// Lark that Sings in Trees

Sky was no stranger to being rude to others. The sarcasm and blunt whisper of her voice was typically enough to keep cats from straying too close. Even without her token emotionless, annoyed facial expressions, the Stoneteller's mean nature was no surprise. It was how she disciplined her cats, how she portrayed that she really didn't give a shit about the Clans-or most any cat, really. When the dark leader saw these traits in others, Sky did not bat an eye. Who was she to criticize others for her own personality traits?

But, there was sometimes moments where she had to intervene. Before it became a disturbance in the calm of the Tribe, an issue that created rifts between cats. Rifts that she, as leader, had to deal with. Childish things that grew into monsters.

Lark was the latest cat she had to speak to. A cat that, Sky hated to admit, was a good one to keep around. Loyal, smart, and had a good head on her shoulders. Sure, she had a bit of a mouth on her, but who didn't? Who cares?

Technically, Sky should. She has recently been on the receiving end of her insults. Not that it fazed her much, she nearly found it amusing. But the reign of terror seemed to be raging on, and Sky had to step in before Lark made some enemies.

"Lark," Sky calls to the she-cat, deciding now was a better time than any, "Can we speak for a moment?"

//Enter if you dare (I'm sorry about the f bombs)

and because of one angst-filled scream at the sky retro Sky and Lily deciding to be UHaul Lesbians

Sky quickly makes her way back into camp, a shadow across the pale terrain. A scowl paints its way onto the molly's face, a permanent reminder of her pissed off mood.

She was so close, so fucking close, to catching the biggest hawk she's ever seen. And then the damn rain started gain and the stupid thing took off, farther than she would have dared to follow. It could have fed the Tribe for a week! A week! Imagine no bitching and moaning about needing to hunt? Sky could've disappeared for all they knew, they would've been fed.

But, no. Now she's wet, cold, and pissed. By the time she returns to camp, it's not even raining anymore, clouds just hang low and dark. Damn sky.

Is this what I get for letting myself get with Lilystar? Fuck you! She wants to scream at whoever is on the other side of the dark clouds. It was irrational to believe the Tribe of Endless Hunting made her miss her catch, it has been raining for days, but Sky was in a mood. And, well, she allowed herself to get irrational.

"Damned weather," Sky huffs out loud this time. This was a bit of a safer metaphorical middle finger to her ancestors.

//Because why not?

Basically it's set, eh, six months to a year ago? If your cat is a child and didn't exist t this point, or joined the Tribe after moving, a do what you must

Sky with No Moon makes her way along the waterfall, snowy paws careful not to slip. Her jaws carry a bird of prey, its tail dipping into the pool surrounding the camp. It is sunny out, the kill pile is stocked, and most cats are happy.

This preyhunter in particular is, well, content. She isn't sure "happy" is the correct word to use. In fact, the black cat doesn't think it really fits in her vocabulary, period. But, hey, what can you do? Her blank gaze takes in the camp, watching other cats munching on prey or socializing. Being friendly, happy. It disgusts her, she will not lie. Autumn and Shadow can say what they'd like, the sheer happiness of this Tribe simply isn't physically possible.

Especially with the rise of coyotes. Don't these cats want to, I dunno, plan to stay alive? No, they'd rather roll on the warm rocks and be lulled asleep with the sound of the waterfall.

Sky rolls her eyes at the scene and quietly moves to deposit her prey on the pile.

//Oh crap I've gotta add 1/3 of the bitch brigade to Sky's sig

Things have changed since this goddess of a cat crossed Sky's gaze. Too many things. The Stoneteller couldn't even pinpoint the last time she saw the woman, so much had happened in so little time. The move, the deaths, disappearances. Stag's creation of positions in a desperate plea to create order in a time of pure insanity, Sky's quick demolition of the higher positions in a Hail Mary to retain power in moments of disorder. Then Stag going missing-though she heard the bastard was alive somewhere in the Clans-and Sky's quick grab into power. A fool to rule the fools, so it seemed. The heartless creature had noticed one of the Tribe's greatest assets had disappeared, but too many had fallen cowardly when the new camp didn't prove to be a paradise.

Tigress was just another number. Sky hoped she hadn't run off like the others, she did have a sense about her after all, but couldn't force herself to believe a darker alternative.

But here she is, walking through the damn camp like she ran the place. Because she basically does, Sky can't help but think to herself. Confusion, relief, frustration, happiness, course through the sociopathic leader. More emotions she has felt in too long. Without much of a sound, Sky moves towards Tigress and Lark. And so the queen has returned.

"You're back," Sky's monotone voice barely disturbs the air, "It's about damn time. Do I dare ask what nonsense you've gotten into?"

//IC opinions! Sky loves helping drowning cats I promise

Are you shitting me? Sky couldn't help but roll her eyes when she sees a cat floating down the river, clearly losing the battle with the currents. It seemed that if the leader was near water, there would be a cat in it trying to survive. Now, Sky was no swimmer. She knew those Clan cats enjoyed a swim now and then, but the Tribe wasn't as foolish.

But, hey, the black cat would rather a live cat than a dead one on her territory. Foolish or not.

Sky quickly makes her way towards the river, keeping up pace until she can get in front of the she-cat. The Stoneteller makes note of the fact this cat isn't one of hers-the lecture will have to be a short one-before running to the water's edge and reaching forward. The cat's head goes under, and Sky lunges forward with her jaws wide.

The Stoneteller sinks her teeth into the she-cat's scruff, hoping to get a good grip and heaves.

Christ this was easier with a kit, Sky growls to herself before saying sarcastically between parted teeth, "Care to help save your own life and kick, my dear?"

//I love him

Sky materializes beside Valley as she goes to grab the kit from the river. It feels oddly familiar. Except this time, the role are reversed. The boy doesn't seem to care one way or another if he lived or died-if he even knew what the fuck was going on. The last time she was in this situation near Valley, it was quite opposite-if the child's current personality is any hint. Sky had been the one who didn't care one way or another.

That's not true, but fine.

The dark leader does nothing to help, just watching. Waiting. She wants to see what the girl she has taken care of does. Sky won't let the fool die, of course not, but she may as well see what Valley does. Even at the risk of fueling her ego.

"He won't drown," Sky says simply, "If he's got any brains."

...The Seasons Have Changed, and So Have We

//I'm doing it we need this content Tallow_Cat

Sky sits in the center of camp, watching as the sun peeks above the trees. Humidity threatens to make the day uncomfortable, though the weather stays cool. Cats are beginning to wake, organize themselves into patrols and head out. Caveguards on the look out for enemies, preyhunters for their next meal. A quiet morning, to say the least.

The Stoneteller will not be joining them this morning. Perhaps later, but not now. The serenity that even Sky can appreciate allows her to sit and wait. To think.

It was no secret that Sky With No Moon only had a handful of trusted cats, cats who saw more than her stoic, emotionless facade. While the Stoneteller was overall well liked, she had to be, no cat tried to pretend to be her closest ally. The right hand cat to her reign. Not even those closest to her did.

But some days she just has to get her ass in gear and actually appreciate the cats around her. Right? Sky thinks that must be right. She's seen the leaders of the Clans be great socialites, beloved by their constituents. Now, Sky didn't want anyone to kiss her ass. But maybe showing that she does indeed like some of her closest allies was a good start. Plus, the good day was making her feel generous. So, she starts with one she has even admitted to being friends with.

"Night," Sky calls to the other cat, "Walk with me."

And as to not act like she is too invested in this whole "bonding" thing, Sky simply gets up and walks towards the camp entrance-barely pausing to make sure he follows.

Sky nearly snorts out a scoff as Valley states that of course he has no brains, he's but a child. "You give kits like yourself too little credit," she merely says sarcastically.

But she has little time to do much else, in way of helping or allowing Valley to take the lead. The boy seems to be hand delivered to her snowy paws-by the water, the wind, whichever you prefer. He hardly seems to register that he is vomiting water, and should probably dry the hell off before he freezes where he stands.

No, instead the stranger elects to stare at the Stoneteller. Or through her, she isn't quite sure which. Sky can tell Valley is a bit offput by this cat, though Sky can't say she feels the same. Curious, maybe deep down, but not creeped out. One blank, emotionless stare meets another. The most Sky can think is, What happened to this cat? It had not taken her many moons to resolve into her current state-but it took her seasons to perfect it. This tom seemed to have the dead stare, dead emotion, dead being, down like his life depended on it.

She simply continues to look, before giving a quick nod in agreement to Valley's words, allowing a blank voice to accompany the oddness of it all, "Yes. We should get you out of here before you succumb to the cold," Sky says before adding, "So, kid. What happened, lose your mom?"

Sky lets out a scoff as the she-cat insists she was fine on her own. Why must they always think they can save themselves when their damn pelts are halfway to the Tribe of Endless Hunting-or whatever this particular cat believed in. It's all cockiness and believing in one's own ability until you smack your head off a rock.

"From where I was standing, you seemed to need a hand. But, hey, if you want to save your drowning self next time, so be it," The monotoned leader replies sarcastically.

The Stoneteller looks between Valley and this new cat as they interact. Warm and cold, chipper and a tad bit defensive. It was a fascinating thing. As Sky particularly didn't subscribe to such personality traits-she was much too far gone by this point, it was nearly amusing.

"You've found yourself in the Tribe of Rushing Water," Sky answers the strangers' question simply, "Up in the mountains, or nearly there at this juncture. I'm Sky, the leader of these parts-for better or worse, I suppose. This is Valley."

Sky nods to Valley as she introduces the cat before raking bored eyes over the she-cat once more, "And who are you?"

Sky listens as both cats speak. A story, a reassurance. A promise of family, a confusion of being left behind. A paradox of words, of emotions.

For once, even Sky is at a loss of words as Valley speaks. Because she knew this would be happening. Sky knew exactly what the fuck is happening right now, and did little to prevent it. To prevent Valley's world from imploding. Biding her time in someone else's life, swearing it wasn't her place to bring up such things.

Bullshit.

Sky had known for a while know what was going on, when Darcy explained the entire situation to her. And, well, Lilystar and Sky have had intertwined paths since she became Stoneteller. Much more information than Valley, at present moment, did not need to know. Not that she knew how far these things went, but Sky knew some of it. And now it was time to own up, she supposed, while assuring Valley there was nothing but good intentions in not telling her.

"I won't lie to you, Valley, I thought you would find out a different way. I apologize for assuming such things would come to fruition in a harmless way," Sky's emotionless voice drones on as the younger cat cries at her paws. With a bit of regret lacing her tone, she continues, "You must understand, none of this is because of you. They-well, I was told at least one of your mothers knew you were here. But as you said, you didn't remember them."

With a sigh, Sky concludes with a simple, "I'm not sure anyone's reasons for telling you or not, but if I were your mother in this situation I would see how happy you are here, and not want to jeopardize that with forcing your past into your future."

//sky: oh shit this is my fault lol

Sky with No Moon had no desire to be near water. She knew some of the foolish Clan cats were swimmers, living and thriving and surviving because of their water. The stupid things even named their Clan after it. Sure, water was necessary to stay not dead. But swimming? Fishing? Really?

The black cat didn't hate the rain as much as some other Tribe cats-she saw it as a nuisance more than anything. But that didn't mean she went looking to be soaked.

Except today. Because cats washing up on the Tribe's territory was becoming a habit. No, Sky finding half-drowned cats and being the one to get cold to save them was becoming a habit. And, frankly, Sky was sick of these issues coming up. If one more cat fell into the river and couldn't get out, Sky was going to rip their pelts.

"Let's go, cats of the Tribe of Rushing Water!" Sky calls to the cats in the camp, "We're going to the river, you fools have spent long enough not knowing how to swim! Too many lackwits are washing up on our shore, and I've had enough."

And if Sky herself didn't know how to swim as she demanded to teach the others? Well, she'd have to learn real quick.

Sky narrows her eyes as Valley makes her joke, but amusement threatens to peak in her green eyes. Surely, the Stoneteller can't really argue with the girl's logic-no matter how outlandish it may be. Besides, this activity already seemed stupid. Sky had barely made the call before kicking herself for suggesting such a foolish thing. Talk about asking her Tribemates to go drown in the river and beg to be helped, hm?

Hopefully the river is quiet today. Both current-wise and visitor-wise. If a Clan cat sees this, well, she'll just lose credibility.

"You seem to forget you were once one of those loners," Sky comments, giving Valley a flick with her tail, "Don't you want to stop having heart palpitations every time you see water?"

I didn't know you knew how to swim. Sky nearly wants to reply with "Neither did I". But, again, that'll just make her lose credibility. And with Valley being her biggest fan, that would be the least helpful decision she could make. How hard could it be, anyway? An entire Clan does it for fun, a couple of Tribe cats can do it out of necessity.

And, yes, it was a necessity. To get everyone off her last nerve.

"I've learned a thing or two over the years," Sky instead replies, her voice blank and casual, "I don't enjoy the water, no, but I believe the pure hatred you have seen is the fact that I have to be saving the lackwits who can't keep their paws dry."

//Sky's getting sassy instead of bitchy what a character development

//Bitch Brigade Rise

Sky makes her way over smoothly as the woman announces today's activity: hawk hunting. With Lark joining her, the Stoneteller had little worries about the patrol's success. The hawks will need to move quickly, and fearfully, to escape the females' claws. It was an art, a talent. Something that not even the lithest, the quickest, of Clan cats could master. With the amount of former Clan cats within her ranks, she knew this for a fact.

Yes, many cat tried. But the ingrained skill a preyhunter developed even from the moment of kithood could not be matched.

The Stoneteller, however, does not let any compliment break her stony expression. She simply joins the women, bored eyes looking the two up and down.

"I'll join in, if I may."

Following Tigress and Lark reaching out to their closest allies-DarkClan and SkyClan, Sky took a minute to think about the whole "alliance" system as a whole. Or, in the Tribe's case, lackthereof.

Sky was an isolationist, that much was true. The dark creature had seen the Tribe prosper without alliances in the past, most of its history to be exact. No neighbors except for the eagles and wolves. It was dangerous, but it was their lives. Only within her lifetime had the Tribe attempted, and in some cases succeeded, in reaching out to the Clans. Moving creating new challenges, new discoveries, new triumphs. All of which could be cultivated in the necessity of allowing oneself to be friendly to other felines.

SkyClan was peaceful, sweet. Their leader was kind and capable. A far enough away ally for if the shit hit the fan in the mountains, they would hopefully lend Sky and her Tribe a hand. DarkClan was sure, honorable. Their leader and herself foraged something close to a friendship, and they were close by. A good Clan to have as a closest neighbor.

But this was only a fraction of the cats the Tribe could interact with. They lived near water, like RiverClan. They could run quickly, like WindClan. And Sky was not capitalizing on these things why? Because she was an antisocial cat? Because keeping all Clans, even the allies, at arms length was easier?

What a load of bullshit. Lark and Tigress were courageous in their motives. It was time to discuss it.

"Tribemates," Sky's monotone voice whispers along with the breeze, cold eyes scanning the camp in which she sat, "I believe it's high time we discuss the Clans, and their potential usefulness to us."

"I hate to compliment any Clan, however I agree with you," Sky replies to Tigress. She had noticed her son's expression-one that told her the boy thought she went and lost her mind. The mother understood the thought process perfectly. It was a common occurrence for Sky to discuss how childish, irrelevant, unnecessary, the other Clans are. Especially with Veil in earshot. From what the Stoneteller understood, both Tigress and other Tribe cats agreed with this sentiment.

But, the Tribe was small. The lackwit Clans, from what she has seen, is not. Sky needed to get over herself and respect these sizes. There was something the Clans were doing right, and this dark creature was determined to see what in the hell it was.

"Their higher ups seem to have brains, as well. Strong, understanding of our place in the mountains," Sky continues on, "I just wonder if the other Clans are as wise. Or if they need to be spoken to, reminded that we are here. Strong, even with few numbers. I'm not looking for their influence on how we exist, however learning from the Clans for our own benefit may come in handy. Especially with the warmest days ahead of us. We have not yet lived in this new camp during this season."

With a pause, Sky finishes her spiel, "That being said, I believe it may be helpful to speak to these Clans. DarkClan included, we must remind them we see them as the best of the worst of these Clan cats."

Sky rolls her eyes and lets out a sarcastic huff, "Must you children always be so overdramatic? It's not like I'm asking you to jump off a cliff," with a glare to the three cats, she adds, "Though that may be our next activity if the immaturity continues."

"Because, RiverClan is stupid enough to do it for fun. I don't want the fools to think they have something over us because they like to float along like leaves."

This is stupid, Sky thinks to herself. But, it was too late to turn back now. If she changed her mind they would think their sarcasm and general disdain won her over. Which, would never happen.

With another huff of sarcasm, Sky actually gets her ass in the water. Well, no, not really. More like her paws.

"It's not even that cold!"

Sky materializes among the duo as she takes in the scene pointed out by Glow. Eagle, rabbit. If the cats moved quickly, it would be two meals for the effort of one.

But, she wasn't sure if this was the desired outcome to Glow mentioning what was happening. No need to traumatize the child even more.

Since this is a lame track post, Sky simply stands by the two without saying anything.