Posts by xCreep79

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    tumbleweed was my first blazingclan/tidalclan character he's the son of Neversun the once-head-MC, brother to once-leader Inkstar, son of rapist Zaruka, almost-loved of ex-heir-anima, bff of Fulltilt and kinetic, half-brother of Clamatis and father to the children he surrogated for Tumble and Skyrocket, etc etc etc cmon hes a huge awesome character cmon cmon



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    Mysticmagic's eyes closed for a moment, squeezing the ever-slowing stream of crystal tears to the edge of her vision. The last rays of the sunset outside fell slowly away from her torbie fur, casting the top floor of the lighthouse into a slowly darkening pool of shadow. The sounds of a family's goodbyes ringing all around her and the warm embraces and nudgings of kits and her mate had taken the sick edge of panic and pain away at last, and all that was left in the very last moments was a very strong tiredness, a low pulsating ease, and only at the very corners of her mind, the faintest traces of sorrow to be leaving behind such kin as this. Never had she felt a moment so pure- it was what she wished her entire life could have been made of. No wars or sadness, just this. Beyond them, in the corners of the room, the sounds of the murmurings of Starclanners became clearer than the muffled sounds of soft words of plea and goodbye. Mingling with farewells, welcomes in cheery tones rang like bells.


    The vivid pallet of burning colors in the sky faded now to softer colors until finally the entire sky was a bright yellow, a pale yellow, a fading blue, and finally dimming gray. It's strange how such a beautiful moment only lasts for such a short time, and can be properly preserved only in memory. It's strange how such a beautiful scene can be dyed gray by death to others.


    There were no great final words for the ex leader, after all there was no strength for them, and as the sun slipped below the waves, extinguished in their perpetual motion, so too did the life drain wholly from Mysticmagic's body. She died happily without burden of a leader's title on her shoulders, she died without a single loss of life from her new kits, she died surrounded by family and their kind words. When it was all said and done, and the sunset was over, Mysticmagic's starry form flitted for a moment on an invisible higher plane, restored to youth and free of imperfections. She watched over her kin like she would for the remainder of time, heaved a silent sigh, and departed for well-deserved rest into Starclan. The queen's body was left in the still pool of blood, limp and beaten with a lifetime of hardships, but she died with a smile on her maw.


    ((mystic out))



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    "I don't know," Mysticstar admitted with a shrug, "To be honest I never thought of any of my kit's names until after they were born- and most often I just named them after things I was thinking of." the queen looked sheepish for a moment when she realized that every last one of her kits were named after foods. "Giving birth tends to make me hungry- with their luck they'll be Buffetkit or Vole-flesh-kit."



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    "Well, let's see... I was born of the clan's original founder, Blazingstar, and Flameclan's leader Flamestar. It was a short romance, as I understand, and I've never known my father. In fact, for a long time my mother tried to keep us a secret, because she already had a mate. Even so, to me, she was a good mother and leader. Being some of the only cats in the new clan, though, I grew restless and before I even became an apprentice I asked my mother to leave the clan to explore the world. It took awhile, but she consented, and so I left. As I understand, after that she went insane, and while I was gone..." Mystic paused and her eyes grew troubled- she was glad she had not been present for that part of clan history. They were very dark days indeed. She decided, as she so often did, to skip over the parts she wasn't there for.


    "I went to many clans. More often than not, I only stayed a month or two in each place. I got my apprentice's name in Windclan, then went to Thunderclan and Shadowclan- I never went to Riverclan for some reason- I went to Hawkclan when they were still our allies and there got my warrior's name Mysticmagic, then I moved on to smaller clans, spent time as a loner often, even hunted with a band of rogues once or twice. They're not all unkind, only misunderstood. Many times I fell in love, but my wanderer's spirit prevented me from settling down. I was ready to eventually, though, and so I returned to where I remembered Blazingclan to be. But when I got there, a foul-smelling twoleg road had been built, and the clan was long gone.


    "I went to many of our allies, seeking Blazingclan out, and during the Apocalypse I stayed with the Blackheart Rogues. They told me Blazingclan (now called Tidalclan) had stayed with them only a month since, and gone back home to their island home. So, I went there, and was well-received. I was surprised to find that my younger sister Darkintentions now led the clan alongside Flucht, who in my time in Blazingclan I remembered to have been nothing but a prisoner's forgotten and unnamed son. I learned their history and had a hard time sharing my sister's hatred for our mother. She, though, seemed to find my arrival convenient and very promptly took the opportunity to kill herself and pass leadership to me, instead of her heir Capturedheart.


    "I wasn't very well received by all, nor was Darkintention's death well-mourned, especially by her own son. It is true that she, in her insanity, did many awful things prompted by our mother's spirit, but in the end she was only herself. I wish the clan had known that as well as I. Almost immediately after I took lead, the clan became the punching bag for many other much bigger clans- all because of the Tribe of Many Storms. They attacked us in the night, and we returned attack, they took our cats prisoner, and so we poisoned their water supply and drove them away from their home. Scarclan, the elite, bloodclan- they all then turned on us. Things have not been calm since...


    "During that time, I fell in love with Flucht despite my natural disgust for his circumstance. He did not feel the same for me, but we mated all the same, and I had my first litter. He was soon demoted, and Clamatis took his place- ever since Darkintention's death, Flucht had been utterly useless as a leader. Then, Paradiseclan came because of a tsunami that had devastated their camp. I fell in love with their deputy Hiddenwolf, and we mated, and I had my second litter, Hiddenwolf cheated on me, and so I banished their entire clan from the island. I admit, at the time I was falling prey to the same insanity that took my mother and sister- it runs in our family. I was able to overcome it, though, with Clamatis' help. He drew me back like Flucht never could for Darkintentions. I have fallen ill many times battling the insanity, and now I am pregnant with his kits, and the poison it has left inside of me paired with my 'advanced age' will kill me as I kit. It is written in the stars.


    "and that is my life's story as it stands now." Mystic finished with a small smile, though her eyes were sad when she admitted the fate she had seen.



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    ((god damn it is hard to read on that fancy, queeny))


    Tumbleweed cast a short glance around at the three or four youngsters with no more acknowledgement to their questions than a glint of amusement in his eyes, before rather abruptly pushing straight past them. Given his size (twice the height of a normal Tidalclan cat) versus theirs (likely still tiny, as they were all so young) it was doubtful that they would dare challenge him, and stupid if they would with so little training. "Memopaw, who else could it possibly be?" came the deep rumble of the Spymaster's reply. "I assume it's still Memopaw, and if it's not I couldn't imagine what it would be."


    Now, the Savannah turned to the spy apprentices gathered. "I am the Spymaster. Your defensiveness needs work. Who are you?"



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    ((fuckin hell that was a good idea))


    Mystic chuckled and nodded her head, "I don't care for cakes, to be honest- by the time I got to them, even when I walked with Kittypets, they were trash. Humans keep them under lock and key, practically."



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    Tumbleweed felt himself buffeted around by warm welcomes like the pushings and pullings of the tide. He returned the leader's kind headbutt with a grin, and only rocked slightly when Vahara slammed into him, staying upright like a wall of brick. If she had caught him falling over on the wet rocks, she would have never let him live it down. "Proof?" he wondered aloud, as he smiled around at those he knew and effectively ignored the younger cats (aside from answering the question to show he obviously still knew they were there). "I like that one- make him a spy apprentice. On his toes. How can you know I'm me? Because I know most of you- Vahara is three parts made whole and her mother is buried in the forest along with multiple infant siblings, Maripaw trained as a spy apprentice alongside Pompeiipaw, and Clamatis wet the nest until he was at least ten moons old."


    The spymaster grinned at his younger brother and flicked his tail light-heartedly at him. "Have more faith in me, my wit and strength are greater than every bloodclanner's put together."



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    Mystic grinned and rolled her eyes in her head- she had never been one to show enjoyment explosively like that, but rather she enjoyed a more prolonged and mellow happiness. Or, she tried to. "Chocolate cake is like poison, yes. I don't know how the humans can eat it. But I've tried some cakes with fruits and some that tasted like sponges. They're mostly air- honestly I don't think they're so great. Not a bit of meat on them."



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    Mystic shook her head- "You couldn't live off of Juniper berry paste! Sure, not /everything/ is good with meat, but there are few things better than it."


    The queen nodded- all these new age shenanigans. Back in /her/ day, meat had been a prize, a dessert, something always-low and hard won. But now living by the ocean, fish and gulls were aplenty, and her clan grew fat. "In the forest where I grew up, meat was much more prized because there was much less of it- but then again, forest meat tasted much better than a few salty birds and fish."



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    "The forest was the best place in the world- it must have been Starclan on earth. There were trees that scraped the sky and a clean freshwater river and green all around. Now, it's just a twoleg road." Mystic frowned, ever-sorrowful for the loss of a truly great home. So it goes.


    "How we fell in love? I guess we just found each other in a time of need. We've been close friends since..." here she paused, and laughed. "Oh dear, since he was a kit, I suppose, or a very young apprentice. I forget how much older I am than most cats in the clan."



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    Arabianpaw's white form appeared, with a beautiful puckered scowl on her features as always- the return of her father had done nothing to lighten her spoiled disposition, especially since he showered her aptly with gifts from afar. "Fire? Why?"



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    Tumbleweed smiled at the younger cats (and one bird whom he was very tempted to snack on), who happily were already spy apprentices. The savannah asked an offhand question about if they had been being trained well before turning back toward Clamatis to hear the dismal news. The spymaster frowned- Mysticstar had truly never seemed to him a wholly adept leader, she was simply not fit for the task, though she had been a lovely cat to know personally with many interesting life stories.


    "Clamatis, I'm sorry to hear that. I know as well as you the pain of losing a mate. Did she kit- are your children well?" the tall spymaster put his tail upon his brother's shoulder, hoping to comfort where he knew it would likely be a comfortless gesture. Last he had seen the island, Clamatis and Mysticstar's relationship was still only in its early blossoming stages, but news carried around the clans through the grapevine that she had become pregnant, and he had assumed they were his brother's children easily enough.



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    "Huhn! It's not even that cold." Arabian scoffed, rolling her golden eyes around in her head, while in truth she had been upstairs shivering like a leaf only moments before. But she couldn't let anyone see that, obviously, because she was supposed to have been busy being better than them all.



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    How strange it was to get to meet a cat who would be leader some day, thought Mystic, and have known them as kits. The mother smiled at her kit, and fondly remembered the last two leaders, Inkstar and Clamatis both, sister and brother themselves, as younger cats. For Inkstar's birth she hadn't been around, but had known their mother Neversun when she was still a prisoner in the clan.


    And now, here was Orangeblossom, who would someday be Orangestar after her mate too was dead and gone or demoted, acting still like the child she had nursed. And Candelastar too she remembered as a newborn- how odd it was to very suddenly realize she was quite possibly the oldest cat in the clan, and that all her memories of older days would soon be gone with her. There was no historian to pass on the tales now that Rabbitleap had succumbed to her cancer- her pupil had given up quite easily. Perhaps history was destined to be lost, though.


    "I don't know that you could say Clamatis was ever truly a kit- almost as soon as he was born he became solitary and philosophical. I don't think I ever remember him playing with his siblings in earnest, or doing other kit things."



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    Biography;; click
    Mood;; Neutral
    Powers;; Multiple Possessions, Memory Manipulation, Project Receive and Manipulate Emotions (Includes Hypnosis), Telepathy, Invisibility

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    "I'm Porcelainpaw- oh, hey Redrenne!" the albino chimed with a muted but happy gleam in his eye. "Weird name, where'd you get it?"
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