Posts by EMBERTHROAT

- retro to bloodhouse demolition

The approach of the full moon was not something that he had been looking forward to for obvious reasons. His disgust at Riverclan only grew with their pretentious attitudes but he had forced himself to try and stay calm. Even now as he thought of them he felt a frown pull at his maw but he could hope that they stuck to their cowardly wants and didn't attend the gathering. No doubt that Thunderclan would come since the last one was only stopped because of the death of Blackstar's daughter. If Shadow stood with the fish eaters then so he it. He had told them nothing or breaking off the neutralities and perhaps it would stay like that. Pushing himself to his paws the beast stopper forward into the warm evening as the stars began to show in the sky. allowing a soft break to leave him he called out for his clan to hear. "Bloodclan! Tonight is the gathering and thusly the full moon truce is in effect. Let's go and be cordial as we have been the last two gatherings."

LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE [ JUNE GATHERING ]

The coolness of the night was like a sweet kiss upon his pelt from the heat that singed his paws and his pelt. The asphalt had been a nuisance but it always was during the hottest part of the season. Carefully his paws moved to the area that he had been many times. A part of him hoped to see Moonwatcher this night as he was rather fond of the molly and a soft breath escaped him. Hmm, this was his first gathering as leader. He had only told Darkclan and Skyclan of his ascension and he lifted his head up slightly as the stars twinkled above him. A thought passed through his mind, a short prayer that he hoped wouldn't go unheard as Bloodclanners began to funnel into the gathering area of Fourtrees. If they were watching then Starclan knew that they did not come here to be harmful. There he sat, the king of wrath upon his rocky throne as he looked down with a frown on his muzzle.

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When that wall came crashing down he was well aware of it. Ruth's scream making his eyes widen as he caught sight of it. Would that be the end of their home. Already the structure was compromised and there was little holding it up. But once that wall came crashing down he was cut off from the rest. From Bune and the others. He had lagged tok far behind them. His eyes closed against dust and debris and he tried to hold back the panic. To think of a new game plan and a way to get out of the situation he was in and alive. Jerking over rubble at a sluggish pace dust fell all around him and he coughed again, digging and pulling at wood here and there to try and find the basement. There was a way out down there he was sure of it. His chest hurt, lungs hurt but he didn't stop before the Bloodhouse gave one last groan and everything fell, the whole house caving inward like a cave collasping. The sound was horrendous and spoke of nothing but desth for anything anyone that had been trapped in it though most likely cats had already made it out before it had happened. All save for one burning tom.

- the bloodhouse is finally gone!

- wild is alive but will be missing for a couple days

- posting the aftermath on this thread will still earn you the badge

- ruth is in charge now for the time being!

Indeed it was his choice and his decision rather someone would be allowed into Bloodclan or not and at present he had yet to bar anyone from joining. As of the moment anyway. Sliding down from the fence where he had been watching for a slight amount of time the monster that most of the forest knew him as walked with his head slightly tilted up. His gaze was partially narrowed as his overgrown claws tapped a haunting pace against the asphalt before he allowed an even look to slip across his gaze as he looked upon the one whom had decided to step paw over the border and into dangerous waters. The leviathan paused there, large form tense for a short moment as he allowed himself to slowly nod his head. "If you are looking for just fun, then you'll have to see yourself out. We work collectively to survive and to protect our own. Fun is second. I am Wildseas, the leader here. Make no mistake you can stay but you won't be a real member here till you take our oath."

There was no sense of direction as he moved, no reasoning behind how his paws continued to step forward. He was in a daze, the light of the day too blinding to face and yet too distracting to look away. Everything seemed so far away and yet he felt as if he could reach out and tear the world asunder with just his own claws. He could hear his breathing in his own ears, too loud and rattling. Was he dying? He couldn't recall how he came to be this way, couldn't recall anything really save for the need to get walking. The needed to escape something. Pain flared in his cranium and caused such a sharp vortex of pain in his gut that he felt himself retching before his mind even caught up with what was going on. Stumbling forward after that violent dry heaving the tom tried to continue moving. Half of his face was drenched in blood so thick that it was hard to tell where it was blood and what was his own fur. A wound deep and jagged sliced from being his ear and all the way down to the tip of his nose, straight down the middle as if something had tried to cleave his head open but was unsuccessful and yet the damage had been done. His shoulder was gashed through, muscle torn and leg drenched in his own life essence but he didn't seem to feel the pain of it all. There were many scraps and bruises along his body as he wandered like death itself. One eye was squeezed shut because of all of the blood and he finally found he couldn't move. The word that had been swaying back and forth started spinning and then the ground became the sky and darkness surrounded his vision.

welcome everyone that has join or will be joining and we are so happy to have you!

on the topic of a mass adoption thank you for bringing it up as we definitely need to get one going!

so i'll try to have a sign up thread as soon as possible up!

He laid there, trying to breathe deeply and yet he couldn't seem to gather up enough breath before it rushed from his lungs. Everything hurt and his consciousness was desperately trying to escape the hell he had found himself in. His eyes rolled before his lids slid shut but he was still present for the most part. There was a voice soon after, a gasping, something about not liking something. These sounds fading in and out of his hearing as if they were moving away and coming back closer to him. Whatever they were talking about he found himself soon uninterested in. He just wanted to sleep, to let that soft and beckoning darkness coil around him and just rest. He almost did. But soon the voice seemed to be saying something else and a coughing fit took him over, shuddering his body with the taste of dust and wood. The strength to talk had long since left him and he merely groaned lowly, legs feeling like jelly and he wasn't sure he was able to move, wasn't sure of anything really. And he just laid there, maw slightly parted as he tried to open his gaze to see who was talking to him....who was that? A face, two faces he didn't recognize in the slightest and he reached with a paw, claws pressing against soft dirt as he wheezed out. "Help....please...."

He watched with intrigue as strange cats began to pour into the clearing. His nose assaulted by their mountainous smell and he tilted his head. His first encounter with these cats and he pulled his ears back a bit. Hmm, who where they exactly? Seemed that Windclan was friendly with them and he tilted his head slightly but was soon distracted by the silver tabby that came striding toward him. Flicking his tail in greeting and with a smile upon his maw he watched as Moonwatcher came forth to the leader's perch and made her seat there. His eyes wondered with curiosity for a moment before he curled his tail against his own paws. "It does feel like that doesn't it. Ah and it must be Moonstar now. You hold yourself like a leader should, congratulations. I hope Thunderclan thrives and perhaps we can discuss and alliance between Blood and Thunder. I hope that Blackstar is doing well despite having to step away. Bloodclan is doing well and Ruth is doing fine though she has passed leadership on to me. Though everything has been quiet for the moment." He watched then the clearing, taking note of the clans that were here. Thunderclan, Skyclan, Windclan, Darkclan would show up he was sure and the only clans that were missing were Riverclan and Shadowclan. Not that he hadn't expected it.

~Fallowsoul~

His eyes rolled a bit but he could faintly make out what they were talking about. Got what he deserved? What? Confusion swirled across his pained gaze and he couldn't understand what the one cat was hissing about? Who was he? Who were any of them? He had no notion of himself or who they appeared to be but they seemed to know something he didn't. His mind faded out slowly, breaking up their conversation as if sinking into murky water and his eyes closed briefly before he seemed to break free of the sucking darkness of the place around him. He caught the last bit and he could taste blood welling up in his mouth to dribble out of the corner of his slightly parted maw as he was lifted up onto someone's shoulders. Who was...Spiderpaw? Who was this grey molly? Any of them? Would they actually let him die? Why? Laying a claw on their....clan? His mind felt too hazy to keep trying to figure out what was going on and he pushed it away. Everything hurt and trying to decipher the code in which they used as their language didn't make things any better. His chest heaved harshly for breath and his eyes remained half open and staring at nothing...being awake was getting to be too hard.

The last couple of days he hardly understood where he was or what was going on with him. There was a nest, attempting to be soft for his battered and broken body. But it felt like needles digging into his body, uncomfortable and making hims squirm as if a bunch of claws were digging into his figure. His breathing had turned from fair to labored, the signs of sickness lifting up into the medicine cat den and even then he seemed almost too far gone. His body hadn't had enough time to recover from what had happened to him. From the twolegs and their giant monsters clawing and chewing up their Bloodhouse, harming cats and kits alike without a care. Images flashed across his fever ridden mind of cats being chewed up and eaten by those very monster and the very images seemed to sap the waning energy from his body. Coughs leaving his chest a harsh mess of short breaths as he clawed at the ground. A soft groan left his throat, the sickly sweet smell of death lingering in the air like a toxic perfume. But there was no other reason to deny that he was in the throws of death once against. It's claws of ice gripping his body and making him have flashes of what used to be before slowly and with a sudden tension his body relaxed and he exhaled again for the last time.

Those intense eyes opened up and again and yet still different he found himself in this star laden clearing, the sounds of a river flowing near him. His eyes slowly trailed around as stardust littered the trees and grass beneath his own paws. His jaws clenched as he turned slightly, pain ebbing through his body still as if an aftershock. There he saw her again, the softness of her blue and white pelt and stardust that filtered through her body. "Another one gone. It'll be your last for a while now." Her green gaze seemed to mirror his own and he took a hesitant step forward, unsure of why she was the one that kept meeting him in this starry afterlife. "Who...Who are you? I know this is Starclan and I know I have no business here but I keep ending up here and with you. What do you want?" She had to want something but as he spoke he saw the sadness appear in her forested gaze as she looked to there side at the shadowy outline of was once one of his lives. "I'm someone you've forgotten. But someone that you shouldn't remember. Just take note, we all have good in us, all of us have bad in us. It's just rather we choose to act on it that it really matters, out of defending our homes or our families. Take care...Wildseas." Then the world fell around him and he shuddered, his body growing with strength as life filled his form once more. The Bloodclan leader dragged himself to his paws then, gritting his teeth at the feeling of wounds pulling and tugging at his body as he pushed himself to get out of the medicine cat den.

He could deal with this pain, this massive ache in his body that threatened to put him under again. If anything he was sicker just because of the pain itself. Blood threatened to sleep through the cobwebs of his covered wounds, the largest being the one that was on his head. It was a dominant would that much was for sure and demanded the most attention from the medicine cat as a whole. So he was heavily covered and he could feel herbs as they pulled at his flesh when he moved his cranium. Though even moving his head a few centimeters sent staggering aches through his skull and he kept his eyes closed as he dragged in breathes to remind himself that he was in fact alive. But who knew if he was going to die again. Yet he didn't have time to figure out what was going on and what was happening because there were voices all around him. Suffocating him. His head jerked up suddenly causing a hiss to leave his throat at the sudden action. A kit. Speaking to him, asking him questions and then another who was asking him if he needed someone by the name of Brookfur. Another who he found much too comfortable with getting close to him and he recoiled from the touch of the Skyclanner. Who were these cats? What did they want? Why were they here? Where was he even? Wildseas. They had called him and yes, that was who he was and he was...leader of Bloodclan. Yes. He had become leader because of...something. The throbbing in his head was causing him to have difficulty thinking and he lowered his head a bit as he shook his skull carefully and ever so slowly. "Who...is Brookfur? Where am...I? I don't......the Bloodhouse caved in. Kits...screaming, mothers dying....members fighting to save lives..." Flashes of those twoleg monsters passed through his thoughts and he closed his emerald green eyes before shivering a bit. Was he safe? He didn't feel like he was safe. He felt like the bridge was about to crumble underneath his paws.

He would never find himself turning away a kit, that wasn't something he was capable of doing. When he had come across a kit whose mother had been killed by a monster he had taken her in as his own. This was no different than that and he allowed his large form to come forward and stand right beside that of Ruth's. Tilting his head a bit the monster himself would look down upon the form of the young child before dipping his head and flicking one of his tails for her to come forth and over the border. "It is fine that you join Bloodclan. But remember only the strong survive, so don't get left behind. We will care for you till you are a tyro and then you have to put in the work." He spoke with a more welcoming tone to his voice as he turned slightly.

-- retro to bloodhouse event

Quiet he had been, taking his time to observe the two cats that had seemingly come to these lands of bitter cats. He could feel their disgust since he had been here which made him more confused on his own circumstances. He knew none of these cats and the names they gave out were lost on him. Even the smaller cat who talked to him as if she knew him was lost on him. He knew nothing of them and yet they eyed his body with such contempt and something akin to hatred that it spooked him a bit. The grey molly he knew from her words alone that she was not sorry about what had happened in that house. She didn't care about the dead kits, hurting queens and wounded members. It was clear in her tone that she didn't and it made him shiver in something akin to fear and wariness. He wasn't sure if he should come out but after a moment he figured that he should because they were sending someone to get him and he had long since started leaving this place to try and....understand what was going on. The wounded male pulled himself from thick foliage, wounds already beginning to drip heavily with blood. The crimson fluid slipping down his face as he limped forward. Hurting was exhausting and he merely looked at the two Bloodclanners with muted understanding in his gaze. "I'm ready to go. I don't like it here...."

Stepping forth on limping steps came the flaming leviathan, eyes of miasma searching the twoleg place. Ruth and Nathanos had come and taken him home at least that was what he was told. From what he understood of what he remembered of them they were loyal Bloodclanners. What he remembered anyway. He didn't say anything for much of the trip back home from Skyclan but he had to wonder where was home exactly? Where were they going to go now? Skyclan didn't care about what had happened to them, he could tell in the way that they acted. All they cared about was themselves and he was not thrilled about anything that they had said or acted. Allies were supposed to help each other but the only one that seemed to actually care were a couple of apprentices and that one smaller cat that he couldn't remember the name of or any interactions. It was disheartening to think that they would be so cruel, that group of cats. That Skyclan. His wounds had already broken open from the walking, blood trickling down his face and his legs but he continued on as if nothing else mattered but getting home. Even confused and disjointed he was the king he wanted to be, he had to be for Bloodclan. Perhaps he wasn't demented, he didn't remember if he was or not but he would be what they wanted him to be. Clearing his throat as he came toward the area where most of Bloodclan had formed their temporary home for now. "What's the situation? I've been..gone for a while."

Recovery was hard and it was made more difficult with the lack of home that they had. The lack of herbs that they had and the dangerous trips they had to take back to the greenhouse in order to live and to get herbs. A frown was on his maw as he moved his head delicately in order to not reopen the large wound on his head. It was healing but slowly and so was the strength of his body. So much so that he had been walking around more lately, watching and observing the going ons of Bloodclan as they sought out a new home. These days he felt keyed up, marred and jagged from his short lived stay in Skyclan and after some words that had been spoken to him to jog his memory even though it barely helped he had to wonder why they had them at all. Yes they had helped him but begrudgingly so. He remembered having to plead to them to help him and that grey molly didn't even want to take him to their camp. Faded conversations still lingered in his skull and he felt bitter towards it. Did she want to see him dead. From what his friend had told him that was Lavenderskies and she hated Bloodclan but he couldn't fathom why an ally would hate another ally. A sigh left his throat as he lifted a paw to press it against the headache that was beginning to form in his own skull. He didn't understand anything anymore and that made him almost volatile. He took everything word of mouth because he trusted the Bloodclanners around him but he also knew he had to be a bit skeptical about things. "Bloodclan, gather for a bit of a discussion before we have our meeting. I've been given some...details and I want an opinion from all of you. Should we continue to indulge Skyclan with our alliance, even if they continue to insult us to our face and hold disgust and distrust towards us?"

Confusion swelled in his gaze. Confused on the words that Viperpaw sought to use. His ears pulled back against his skull as his eyes narrowed against the pain throbbing against his temple as he took a deep breath. "I haven't made up my mind. It is why I called for a discussion." It was everyone's call on what they wanted to do with Skyclan right now and not just his own. It was why he was asking after all. He closed his eyes against the pain, jaws clenching for a moment as he debated on who they would strive for to replace Skyclan. His mind to foggy to think of a reply so he skipped it for now. Turning to Bune he gave a light nod of his head to his friend. He remembered when the large male had joined Bloodclan. It had been a while ago but he had been present and he took in his words. "I wouldn't say totally useless but things have gotten worse over the moons. Lavenderskies sudden dislike is...strange. She feels no obligation to be civil anymore and says what she pleases and even oversteps Minnowstar. I'm not sure about things but it is up to the members if we keep it or not."

Perhaps he wasn't well enough to travel yet. His wounds were self evident on that but he had no reason to wait because as he did so his clan was suffering more and more. They days were dragging on with no roof over their heads and no semblance of order beyond the cats that were trying to make things be okay. His guards were doing the best that they could while his head guard seemed to be in a state of shock. So he had left to do business, to do the only thing that he could right now. Seek solace in and advice from someone else. His memories were messed up that much he understood because the faces around him didn't hold weight. They were just there, creatures that moved through life. Nathanos told him that he was well loved, that he had a mate and it was the tortoiseshell that had come to get him. Ruth. But he didn't know if he could handle everything at once. A sigh left his throat as he stepped a paw onto thunderclan territory with ease, jaws parted as he allowed his gaze to linger on the vibrant color of the trees. His maw tightened a bit as he felt the blood slip down from the major wound on his skull, it was scabbed over but sometimes it broke open. Something he didn't care much about. But his injuries would heal and he wanted to push for something else as well. "Moonstar? Are you around? I'd like to speak to you about the alliance and also...ask for some advice..."

~Fallowsoul~

Should he tell her about Skyclan? The notion was there and very clearly in his mind. To tell her how hateful that they were and in his own mind for no reason that he could think of. How some of them didn't care that kits had died in that rubble, that his warriors laid injured. Minnowstar cared that much was certain but the way in which the other's acted made him question everything. But he didn't make this journey to start up a conversation about Skyclan. No. He had come because of his memories that seemed like liquid that rushed over his paws amd was too fluid to catch. He couldn't make them stay but Moonstar was consistent. A sharp breath left him as she walked around his figure, more healing wounds littering his body from what had happened. "We lost our home. The twolegs came with monsters the size I have never seen before and they ate the walls. Everything caved in. I have members and kits who are hurt. Right now we are living pn the streets. Searching for a new home. But I want to know....will you ally with Bloodclan? I don't think we will be friends with Skyclan for much longer...."

-- this takes place in their new home of the church

so you can all begin posting in the new territory

The morning crawled forward with little resistance, the sun pushing forth into stained glass windows of the altar room. The male had been up for much of the night, thinking and contemplating what he needed to do. What wrongs needed to be corrected and how things needed to progress for him. They were all still healing and still reeling from the events that had taken place not too long ago. Some had nightmares of the twoleg monsters that crashed down upon their home, raining wood and debris over their heads. Wails broke the night of the injured and he had to wonder at why this had happened to them. Now he sat, a king still, but one with no memories that made sense to him anymore. Faces of those he was supposed to trust were just strangers in his gaze and he flinched back from them. But he needed to trust someone and so he threw his trust at Bune and he threw his trust at Nathanos and Ruth. He didn't know why but he felt as if that was what he should do. Moving forward he allowed his head to be held up high as he took in the quietness of the dawn that he was about to shatter. It was early yes, but most if not many of the members were already walking around and showing themselves for the day. It seemed that it was now that he would begin a meeting and to make announcements. Even if he was tired from his trip back from Thunderclan he was going to be fine, they were going to be fine.

"Bloodclan, gather before me for a meeting!" His voice though tired was strong and echoed in the room as he sat down upon the carpeted steps. The pews were dusty and hold but they would do for a meeting place. Curling his tail against his body his eyes glimmered with thoughts. Taking a deep breath he would then tilt his head a little bit as he listened to paws begin to trickle in slowly. Cats of all ages and backgrounds surviving together, those that were bloodthirsty and those that were not living together. "It's been a trying time for all of us. I know that. We lost the Bloodhouse and...much more. But we've found a new home and hopefully this one will not succumb to a twoleg invasion like the last. If you wish to explore you may, however, I ask that you be careful in doing so. We will still claim what parts of the territory that the twolegs didn't take. But for now see what is to be gained from what is around us." Licking his maw the wounded creature would try and settle himself before he allowed his ears to angle forward because he had a lot of announcements to make but bloodoaths would be done first as well as getting rid of a certain rank that meant little, especially when captures were already considered lesser. "Today I will be getting rid of the inferior rank, it's redundant when captures are expected to be playthings anyway. So with that said step forward Kronos, Lavendersouls, Agraes, and Nathanos for your Blood Oath Ceremony."

BUNNY B.   Ravenwatcher   AGRAES.   Grizzlyfang

//i'm so sorry for the wait! omg!

The male glanced down at the kit once more before he looked back to the stranger named Lowlife. What an interesting name that was. And he gave a light chuckle at his words as well. Work and fun should be together shouldn't they. But it didn't always end up like that. Clearing his throat to catch attention the leader would dip his head. "You are welcomed to stay, Lowlife. Take in the sights if you want. I'm sure you can find someone to fill you in on the place and what has been happening. Then I can see if we can't fit you into some patrols." His voice was smooth as he beckoned with a paw to lead the other back to where they called their home, eyes searching the area for a short moment as he smelled the looming monsters and twolegs that roamed the area.