Posts by Midtime

A mountain lion? Remembrance wondered - he had not heard the term before. Perhaps his network was more restricted than he thought. "Pray elaborate," he said at once.

((OoC: Use Wiktionary. :D))

Still absorbed in recollection, Remembrance answered, "It was not that he forbade me entirely, but that - I do not think this out of conceit alone - I believe he was wanting of company, and he was not master of himself closer to the end. I speak of beginnings and endings, though we knew each other for but five moons; I cannot say he was evil, nor that he drove me to his tasks, but I feared him."

The next question caught him entirely by surprise. He had lost himself! and the only plausible course of action would be to turn her down. He ought to have done so at once.

Hurt and regret. Hurt and betrayal. He would never have the whole tale from her if they parted now. He had come closer - now he was nigh - to the source of that wounded emotion, and that most powerful of his motives, curiosity, overwhelmed whatever logical objections he might have. He must not leave her now. Yes, it was for the sake of hearing another story that he ignored all his master had taught him; no other reason, surely, could have driven him so.

Yes, he assured himself; that was it.

So appeasing his common-sense, he said, "I would make a poor friend indeed, I think. But yes! yes, certainly, I would!"

"Then we must be grateful to their temperaments," laughed Remembrance.

Sol seemed to be listening more quietly and intently than he; but when ultimately he spoke, it was to Midnight. "You know of the affairs of our kind?"

"I know much that not do you," replied the badger. "I hear when no one listen. I look when no one see. I learn much about cat, about fox, about rabbit and bird, about the ways of Sun and Moon and stars."

"Would you tell me, then, all these things that you have learnt?"

"Not all is cat-knowledge. Those who tell me, swear to secrecy. Knowledge dangerous, secrets more."

"I contest that," Remembrance cut in here; "would it not be better for all creatures to know all things that were and are and will be? I have never caused a creature harm, you know."

"You not cat-thinker, Meddler." Midnight stated simply. "You are Remembrance. Other cats learn, they against others use. Look at Twolegs, what knowledge for them has done."

((OoC: I thought the entire point was to tell stories in third person? Authoring in first person - especially when you have multiple cats to play - only confuses.

Also, you are allowed to purchase a StarClan dream for any cat with FK1,500, but not very much beyond that. Anything involving 'warrior ancestors' or ghosts is considered of a piece with StarClan. Anything other than that is not part of the Warriors mythos, and this is a Warriors rôleplaying forum, after all.))

Remembrance observed the vision, not able to speak for now; here were battles and war-cries, defeat, terror, death and disillusionment, orders overturned; there were prevalence and peace, happiness and hunting, sickness and starvation; and this one moon - he saw all of it - told of years numerous beyond measure.

But there was something more specific to be sought; otherwise he would have the history, but lose the story. 'Show me swiftly,' he thought.

My cat - Remembrance - might certainly have a hand in this, though not directly. I know he would resent it if he were to miss it, being a bearer of news. Wherefore, he will certainly attain to observe the whole of the plot; and he may influence (or upset) those other involved parties by providing hints and clues throughout the course, misleading or otherwise.

He can be heavily involved, but he isn't the sort to attack another cat; he knows fully that he is no warrior. He does have an odd scent, though, and in his history being attacked on principle of suspicion is not rare. :)

(Also I think you mean 'affecting'; since effect (v.) denotes the initiation or introduction of something not previously present, which criterion ThunderClan is notably furthest from fulfilling.)

What a coincidence - so am I. Could I borrow a cat or two to join Remembrance in RiverClan or ThunderClan? One who might know very much news or history; and be willing to share besides.

And so may I - only specify the premise. :)

Though the primary position is already taken, I have a supplementary character in waiting. He is my one cat, Remembrance-called-Meddler, and a masterful gatherer of knowledge - he would be far more than eager to learn, as you say, from Windwalker, and I can organise multiple - perhaps even scheduled - meetings in which information is exchanged. :) (I have linked his bio in my signature.)

Ah, what works of art. If I may - I'd like to put in a request of my own.

Username;; Midtime
Main Text;; Remembrance
Sub-Text;;
of things past, of lost and forgotten time, of deafening Triumph and phantasmagorian Sorrow
I am Thought and Memory
Character Picture;; Here, so as not to clutter up the thread. :)
Background;; Here; the same.
Specifications;; Well, clearly I would like the background to be shrunk a fair proportion. I would like Remembrance to be shown upon the lake and before the moon (predictably), and most importantly - could the shadow of the symbol of the amulet around his neck (eight black Roman numerals arranged as on a clock face, and a single line like to a clock-hand pointing out from the centre; I describe it in his bio) be super-imposed on the moon? :) I disclaim to have the slightest idea of how tall an order that is.

Remembrance observed with detached interest as the kit began her descent into shock. He was knowledgeable of no medicine cat lore first-hand, but he was sensible at least of the common healing methods. "A bandage of cobwebs; an application of goldenrod and comfrey; and later the provision of thyme. Sadly those are not readily available, nor a medicine cat for the duty itself." What strange misfortunes befell kits who wandered alone, he thought - but of course, Dawnkit was never less alone than now. What a strange meeting of loners and Clan cats, here at Highstones.

Then - shall I have him be the supposed assailant, or simply a wanderer-by?

Very well; I shall post directly.

He is doing as he always does - gathering news and tales. :)

"Yes," said Remembrance, "there may be other ways to pass the time." But if a recent fire had struck the place, it might be prone to fire itself, being very much the tallest structure about; he meditated on what could be done in the event, but supposed Shadow had his methods.

((OoC: I control Remembrance, a loner; I shall enter henceforth. :P))

A black cat, about whose neck hung a silver medallion with a peculiar design, detached fluidly from the shadows behind Redfang. "Good eve; you might excuse me for not coming out when a lunatic Clan cat aims to kill me when I do. I am no warrior, certainly; and I mean no harm - or comparatively little.

"No, my purpose here is to inquire towards the very same mystery as you. Perhaps you ought to call over the company?" he added with a flick of his tail.

"I certainly do not!" - Remembrance started indignantly; but Midnight was quick to interrupt.

"It is good," growled the badger, "you know so little to think knowledge harmless. As long as you know little, you have no fear."

((OoC: How fitting - your mood matches that of the character you rôleplay. Congratulations - I've months yet before my own antique of '04 is replaced, and even then it will be a Netbook.))

Remembrance leant forward to meet her, though now he could not have said whether he was as little the master of himself as ever he was.

There was a powerful mind, it seemed, completely at odds with his own, disposed to carry out the will of memories long dead; and he wondered furiously whether it might yet consume him, and have all other things forgotten. Whatever this ego's design, it raised not even a token resistance to the peculiar nick-name, and seemed it should reveal all secrets.

'Will she keep mine?' Remembrance wondered.

After a time, and with the same tremor as one finally gaining the advantage of a close struggle, he broke the contact. "Some things, Skyler - " what a warmth that was which gripped him at the name! - "must not be told. Some creatures are strange of heart. Some entities with no mind of their own, can yet bend the proudest of hearts, and turn them from contentment and gladness to bitter regret; perpetual self-pity; irrational, refractory anger; and as good memories are exalted, evil recollections are overshadowed - but I must keep both as they are.

"I pray you keep my secrets, and in future tell not a soul whom I have not told already." What feeble assurance would that be? "I pray you do so as long as there is trust between us." So he trusted her likewise! Never before had he so wished to end himself as now.

But he closed his curious eyes, and bent his head; he wondered whether she knew as little of friendship as he. First-hand, of course, for he had witnessed trust and betrayal in their turn; but those follies seemed shallow and far removed from this.

Ah, he had ruined himself! and that fell ego which governed his actions cared not in the least.

((OoC: I was asking where they were located, since you didn't provide so much of the setting; that is all.

Coin is searching, as I mentioned, for ruins - a particular ruin, in point of fact - buried in the rock; he is several miles west (or east? the same direction that Aang's party left from in the canon) of Ba Sing Se, I think, and still wandering.

Also, interesting Earth-bending application, but couldn't they make the tent completely from rock, as Toph does?))

Coin glanced up. His own robes did not blend too well with the white sand and dull rock around him, but he was confident of his eyesight. There were two figures right now approaching his position; while he was fairly sure they were human, they were too few by far to be nomads. He vaguely recalled that people found wandering in the desert were either nomads or lost; the fact had confused him, as he occupied neither category.

His more coherent line of thought was still bent towards the earth beneath his feet, now unreachable due to the irritating cover of sand, at least two feet thick now that the storm was gone, which separated him from it. Perhaps these wanderers would be able to direct him to a lost library encased in solid stone miles down.

Approaching the she-cat, Remembrance - with an imperturbably casual air - put his weight on one side of the imprisoning floorboard, allowing her to extract her tail; he proceeded to dislodge her paw with a swift, artful tug, and said, "We haven't time to be dallying. We shall be safer on the lower floors."

Where is Griffinwing? Who is he prisoner to, and for what offence?