Posts by MConfessed

The Healer was slowly awoken by the warm glow of a summer sun, the gracious, and intoxicating scent of clean air, and the smell that became evident after it rained. Nissel peered open her green eyes . . . suddenly noticing, that she could see out of her left eye, too. At first, it sent a shiver of nostalgia and terror to spiral down her ribs, until it finally at last, settled in her stomach. She knew what this was. She had been here before, in this world upon worlds; a timeless bliss. Here . . . you were yourself, you were what Starclan made you when you first appeared on this earth. And for her, it was a small, slender white girl, glittering with two bright green eyes, and not a scar to be found. Here, everything was perfect. There was no worry. There was no harm.

Still trying to make sense of everything, the small she-cat glanced downward towards the grassy prominence, keanding her claws into the soft blades of grass, and feeling the warm dirt underneath them. In Snowclan, everything was rock, and where there was dirt, it was packed and tough. But here, it felt so clean, so real.

With a small smile along her pressed lips, the untouched ivory she-cat rose to her paws, squinting both eyes as she stared ahead at the sunny sky. She looked around with amazement and bliss, leaving with but a small and breathless bout of air. The forestry before her had grown with her favorite trees, Willow, and accompanied with endless fields of wildflowers and daisies, giving off the strong and intoxicating scent that ruffled her coat with gooseflesh. Everything here was perfect . . . but it was the sudden presence behind her, the unmistakeable voice . . . that made her insides flare and burn.

"Lessin?"

That name had sent a wild chain of shivers down her shoulders, her heart feeling as if it couldn't beat any faster. When Nissel had looked around to meet the familiar gaze of this single tom, her world seemed to stop.

The sounds of the singing birds had vanished, the roaring uproar of a nearby waterfall had also diminished, and even the wind; all of it merged into nothing. The only thing she could hear, was the soft and gentle beat of Flynn's heart, his rhythmical breathing . . . all accompanied with hers. He was the center of her attention, the mere center of this bliss. To see his familiar face standing before her, every detail sharpened and perfect . . . it reminded her of their time together as kits, enjoying the small time they had alone, where their parents were never there. Flynn was Nissel's big brother, and he couldn't have done a better job at it. He had used to be her savior, her guardian, her protection when something became threatening . . . but that was before their mother had murdered her own blood. After that, Nissel had run away in fear. She had vowed to get vengeance . . . but it had been so long ago; Nissel herself was already getting older, and from how their parents lived, she knew they wouldn't still be alive. Maybe it was just dumb luck.

Regardless, not any the thoughts of their parents could tear the fabric of this moment. Nissel was still in awe . . . not wanting to believe what was right before her. While Flynn, as Marvelpaw, saw her everyday, Nissel hadn't seen her biological brother since the time before she lived in the Castle. It was so long ago, and to see his face right now, tears welled up in her perfect green eyes.

"F-Flynn?" Stuttering, Nissel's vision became blurred through wet
tears as she took a step forward, ears pinned to her skull. "Is . . . Is it y-you?"

Swiftsolace stiffened as the topic of Bearstar arose. Even as Rangerstar had declared his new name, it irked the Riverclan deputy that the others had immediately jumped to the conclusion that her sister had passed away. Even though it was true . . . it still bothered her. Something else could have happened, couldn't it? She could've gone missing, and Rangerstar could've simply took up this new name to protect their clan. She wanted so badly to believe something else happened, and for the others to believe it, too. But no. They had jumped to conclusions, even though they were undoubtedly right.

Feeling a bout of annoyance and anguish well up in the pit of her gut, the blue tortie stared off in the direction of home, not willing to meet the eyes of the others as she spoke through clenched teeth. ". . . She was a great leader; a successor. In Starclan's name, I vow to get vengeance on whatever ripped her from her family." Swiftsolace growled, finally shifting her gaze forward, only to gaze downward at her paws through closed eyes. At last, she opened them, their sides rimmed in red.

Since it had happened, the sister of Bearstar had enclosed her feelings on the topic to herself. She couldn't let emotion slip past. She couldn't bare any more weakness. "Yes, she won't be atop the Greatrock to participate in this gathering tonight, but as anyone knows . . . she is still watching over the clans. With the rest of our ancestors."

Ooo, thank you <3
I'm thinking about getting her telepathy.

The blue tortie point only half listened to the rest of the others, her blue eyes still deep in thought. Regardless, Swiftsolace listened as Gravelstar spoke of her daughter being captured by Bloodclan, and then as Rangerstar announced, Skylapaw, too. Already there was to be another attack, another raid, brewing in the midst. The clans were always at war, it seemed.

Averting her gaze towards the others, the Riverclan deputy kept silent, until her eyes settled briefly on the un-moving appearance of Acaleus. No, she still didn't trust him; he had given them a valid warning, but from Swiftsolace's experiences of the past, it was better to be safe than sorry. Even if he was trying to help them, he was still a stranger that they had just met; a random tom who appeared out of no where explaining to them about a life or death situation that would befall on their families. How was she supposed to react?

Lifting her chin, the she-cat kept the emotion clear from her voice as Swiftsolace spoke up once more.
"Is there anything else you wanted to tell us of, Acaleus?"

The copper tabby padded out, his eyes narrowed against the situation before him. He had heard about Neruka, but regardless, had never met her face to face. Her approach at calling his warriors 'worm-faced filth' hadn't won him over, nonetheless.

Placing a paw in front of the other, Maikol looked forward, his face lacking expression. "Welcome back, Neruka. Not on good terms, unfortunately." The deputy's thoughts wandered towards the war with the titans, before returning to the present situation. While his voice was kind, Maikol still held an air of uncertainty about him. "May I ask why you've possessed my brother, and not another body?"

xDD I THINK WE KNOW WHO WON.

Nissel tried to make sense of what was right before her, but her thoughts were so concentrated, she couldn't let anything else in. Her family back in Snowclan, Pinpoint, Clouds . . . they were all washed from her memory, and replaced with the image and memories of her loving and devoted brother, instead. She remember him so well . . . a small tom that she could always see growing up as a strong warrior, a protector to her. Since they were little they had always wanted to get away from their parents, but they were so young . . . To leave was to expect death. But death had already befallen Flynn before they could outlive their dreams; he was given the short end of the stick.

Tears began smoothing the thin outline of her cheeks at the mere thought, a whitewash of regret flooding over her already straining face. Nissel squeezed her eyes closed as she bent her head down, claws scraping at the dirt. She could've saved him, they could've lived together . . . and he would at least have been given a second chance. She was so young then . . . but why then, did she feel so much remorse?

"Niss . . . Niss . . . I-I can't believe you're here. S-So perfect, m-my sister . . . After all these years. I had missed you so much, Nissel. I never stopped doing so." At his words, she looked up through tear-stricken eyes, her grief flooding as she stared at him. She loved him so much, too see him standing here . . . in a world between worlds where pain was unreal . . . it made her heart wrench in her throat.

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She didn't waste any time. As Flynn approached her and nuzzled her nose softly, Nissel jumped forward and threw her left arm around around his shoulder, squeezing him tightly as she sobbed blissful tears. The Healer rubbed her cheek against his neck, slowly and deliberately finding herself sitting down, her tail flicking over his. Even with no words, Niss's actions spoke for themselves.

"Oh, F-Flynn . . . I've missed you -- I've missed y-you so much . . . " She cried, panting heavily as she leaned back to take in those familiar, warm eyes. They made her feel so safe, so secure.

Leaning forward, she pressed her forehead against his, running her tongue along the space in-between his eyes. "I never stopped m-missing you either, Flynn. I couldn't live in a world where you didn't e-exist . . . I needed y-you so badly. I needed m-my b-brother." Stiffening, Nissel glanced down at her paws, trying her best to regain her composure as she wiped the tears on her cheeks with a paw.

The Comets is good, then. I simply like their original name because that's what I've grown used too. ^^

Swiftsolace shifted her gaze towards the overwhelmed Peregrineskies, her muscles flexing under her skin out of habit. She felt a bit uncomfortable with what was going on . . . but she stayed silent beside Rangerstar, her breathing leveled as was her gaze.

As Peregrineskies began mumbling again, the Riverclanner's eyes narrowed upon the deputy; not sure how to put this, or if the Hawkclanner was stable enough to even understand what she tried to say. " . . . From what's been told, Bloodclan had taken multiple cats from different clans. We won't dally around and do nothing when our families have been threatened. We already know their leader has many others."

" . . . Perhaps you should take a breath, Peregrineskies. You don't look well."

The blue tortie point turned towards the Snowclan deputy as she spoke, nodding curtly as she stiffened from the news. "If their clan wasn't full of fools, they would've taken the chance to kill their prisoners before letting the rest of us realize they have them hostage. As of now they're pulling our strings and taunting us. A full attack wouldn't be wise, indeed. I suggest we find some way to locate our cats and find out where they're being held prisoner, before we attack - if that's what we have planned."

Maikol perched himself to the side of the throne, listlessness clear in his eyes. As Neruka spoke, he started up as well. "Not necessarily gone, simply passive in their responsibilities."

[size=7pt][ Every heart has a story, it has to tell it's tale. ][/size]

Swiftsolace turned her attention on Celestialkit, her expression listless but firm. "Starclan isn't always so kind to those who acknowledge it. Even if they're protecting Bearstar now, they took her away from me, from us. They can still hurt people in different ways. Starclan is what you make it to be."

Her body was numbed from the pain as her spirit left the world of the living,
guided by her Oath-brother, to see her home with him.

She had entered a different world . . . a place that had grown familiar to her heart. She knew this place to be the Heavens, where she had come to be with Sacred in a world between worlds. He had brought them here before, to give her peace from the struggles of the life she used to lead below. A burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Peace had grown in the crevices where pain and struggle had once filled. And now, Nissel's heart warmed as she felt his presence beside her.

Appearing in a timeless place, Nissel was gently settled against what felt like a flush field of grass, feeling the thin blades of grass intwine through her toes as she smiled through closed eyes. Rising that arm forward, her paw came in contact with Sacred's, gently pressed against his. She realized, now that they shared the same realm, their touch could at last, be real.

Slowly rising to her paws with the help of Sacred's weight against her, Nissel took in a deep breath of this rapture, inhaling the scent of wildflowers and forestry aromas, as well as Sacred's familiar scent as well. Gingerly, she shifted her perfect twin green eyes on him, smiling as playfully as a kit. It had been so long.

"I've missed you, my Sacred."

Little Nissel that illuminates the sky shifted her weight beside her siblings as she was brought into this world. At first instinct . . . she wanted nothing more but to be back in the blissful rapture where she was before this, but this new world, however strange, brought curiosity into her fine baby blue eyes. Even as her eyes were closed, it didn't stop the silver ticked tabby to paw playfully on everything she touched, mewing and squeaking with glee.

While her senses weren't quite intact, the little girl could feel the presence of many more cats, and even creatures, hover over the large family. Nissel purred her approval as she attempted to crawl over her brothers, wanting to inspect these new presences. She didn't know what anything was. Simply that her siblings were really fluffy, and if they were, then those funny-sounding presences should be, too.

"They deserve to be here just as much as the rest of us. Their clan's safety is in danger from Bloodclan, and they have an obligation to protect their families by participating in this gathering and discussing ideas." Swiftsolace spoked narrowly, flicking her tail in ire. "That is, if they can put their paws down and keep their tongues behind their teeth."

Regardless, as Treski spoke up, Swiftsolace was glad to change the subject. "That may be true. However, I see using telepathy as a means of finding our warriors and healers. A safer alternative."

I can make a family thread, if you guys wanted?

"This is pathetic. Your behaviors are pathetic." The Riverclan's deputy's eyes narrowed as she rose to her paws from atop the Great-rock, her expression sour and stern. "I will not waste my time listening to those who can't even keep their thoughts on what's important. Bloodclan has been stealing our warriors, our healers, and instead you bunch have found it in your best interest best to act like fools at a gathering. My condolences to the rest of you." Taking a step back, Swiftsolace lashed her tail.

"I have already spoken my ideas, so I'll be leaving. If there even is anything more to discuss tonight, im sure Rangerstar would be happy to fill me in. Ironic that I should have to tell a leader to act it's age." After that, she leapt off the granite spur of rock, heading home.

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[ This is private for the roleplayers of Trancepaw and Lillypaw ]

Was it wrong to feel happy about living in a nonexistent world, where pain was but meaningless? She was with her Sacred, here, and everything felt as if it was finally coming together the way she had hoped. It was time for a new life, a new beginning - something that she deserved.

Before Nissel had left to go to Scarclan, she had told her apprentices that she'd be back in a couple days. Regardless, she wasn't coming home. Even when she found bliss in the world between worlds, there were things she needed to fix, and that started with the safety of her home. Nissel had still loved Snowclan. So much.

As Trancepaw and Lillypaw fell in a deep sleep, the once scarred-face she-cat awaited their presence in the Heavens.