Oh the pains of life (Jupiter and Calypso)

[Holly]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=fef7f1] A silver tabby walked up to the pool. In her mouth were a poppy head and a very few jupiter berries. Wrapped around her slender left front leg was a bunch of cob web. She gently placed the herbs on the shore of the pool. She crouched down next to the pool. She scratched at the ice on the pool, hoping to find a weak spot so she could get a cool drink. She let out a small sigh. She sat down in the snow and wrapped her extra long tail around her small paws. She looked across the pool. 'What am I going to do? I'm going to have an apprentice who hates my guts and yet Starclan wants him to be medicine cat, Silversoul thought to herself and let out another sigh. 'But if Starclan wants it, I will train him to be the best medicine cat I can. He does have a good memory and he is loyal to Starclan if he will not go against Starcan will. She turned her icy glaze across the snow and ice pool. she let out a growl of annoyance. This snow needed to melt soon. She needed to restock her herbs! She was running low on so many herbs. She was almost out of borage and Horizon will be having kits soon. She was lucky no cat has gonna green cough yet, she was out of catnip. Her supplies was rotten do to the cold. She was lucky to find the poppy head and these five jupiter berries. She was lucky no bird found them, but she had to search inside the bush to find these. At least when this snow melts she will have her apprentice to help her collect herbs and the two of them can get them done much quicker Silversoul Speaking Silversoul Thinking "Other person's cat talking"

[Juniper]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=07071d] Silverclaw paused over the threshold of her camp boundaries, her expression hesitant. She half turned to peer over her shoulder, watching the mostly empty clearing with dismay. A small sigh escaped her as her dark eyes caught no sign of a small calico figure. Same for the stormy gray scrap of fur she sought next. Neither Hollypaw nor Floodpaw seemed to be about. But then, it was barely morning. Low fog still draped the sky, with thin tendrils of some smoky substance reaching downwards as if to ensnare some misfortunate fellow. Pale pink light clustered to one side as the newborn sun eased its way up. It emitted faint weak light, dim enough that the female Warrior could just about stare at its usually sizzling glare. Her milky pale paws flew over the soft grass that bordered the camp. Silverclaw hoped to bring back some fresh-kill as the pile of prey still seemed miniscule. As she streaked along a heavily wooded path, her heart skipped as the signs of the approaching newleaf appeared everywhere. There were young buds pushing their way through the dusty soil, some of which had flimsy petals beginning to blossom. Wide arrays of birds formed v-shapes as they returned from their leaf-bare camps. Even the forest floor crawled with newly born beings. All of this she beheld in her dark gaze, which seemed to brighten and reflect the morning light. Silverclaw sniffed the frigid air, her jaws drinking in the familiar scents of the territory. She also detected faint traces of the AspenClan Medicine cat, no doubt there to gather herbs for her stock. While repairing up the dens after another of Raggedclaws’s ‘accidents’ (the term used whenever the burly and surly tom had destroyed yet another den due to his bulky size), she had taken a quick peek into the somewhat elusive Silversoul’s Medicine cat den. She had noticed that her stocks were diminished, probably because of the fine coating of snow and ice that layered her most vital herbs. But why rise this early to fetch them? And why had she not scented her apprentice – Sandpaw? Wait, make that Sandkit. She had again forgotten that the pale ginger tom had not yet been promoted to his apprentice status. Still, he seemed very prospective, and even Silversoul appeared to approve. But Silverclaw had her own doubts regarding his apprenticeship as a Medicine cat. At last, she reached the edge of the Reflection Pool, a lake she frequented because of how peaceful and beautiful it was there. She extended a paw and poked the ice-skimmed surface. Instantly, it shattered as though she had torn through a gossamer cobweb. Obviously, the influence of the coming newleaf had reached here even. She tore her gaze away as the splinters of ice bobbed in the chilly waters. Her dark eyes fastened upon an equally silver form, though a tad lighter in shade than her own pelt. Swiftly, she approached, her expression respectful though she felt none of what she had shown. “Greetings, Silversoul. How do you fare?” she said stiffly. “Silverclaw speaks” Silverclaw thinks Silverclaw does Word Count; 511 Tags; Silversoul and later Sandkit OoC; I seem to get a word count of 511 a lot...

[Holly]

(No one beside Silversoul and Icestar know Sandkit gonna be her apprentice.)

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=fef7f1] Silversoul turned her soft blue orbs to he approaching she-cat. She grab her a small smile and nod. She looked at the expression on Silverclaw face, she may look respectful, but she could tell it's not completely that way. She knew there was something special to this she-cat, whether good or bad she didn't know, but she trusted her. "Greeting, Silverclaw," Silversoul in a calm voice. "I'm stressed, wish this weather would warm up so I can collect more herbs then these scraps, even more now that Raggedclaw ruined my limited supplies." Silversoul had an annoyed look on her face, this was really the only way she got mad. "How are you Silverclaw? I've heard stuff around camp. I learned don't believe what you hear until you hear the other tale, Silversoul mewed. She turned her glaze to the pool and frowned a bit. "Silverclaw, have you ever felt like were just a pebble in the stream or a leaf in the wind. I feel like I just can't stop whats to come? She mewed and turned to Silverclaw again. Silversoul Doing Silversoul Speaking Silversoul Thinking "Other person's cat talking"

[Juniper]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=07071d] The silvery tawny she-cat, whose pelt quite resembled the mists of a dream, turned towards the darker gray feline. She gazed at the Warrior with an unreadable expression. Or maybe her emotions clearly rung out in her icy blue eyes; either way, Silverclaw’s disturbed thoughts allowed her no chance to interpret them before the Medicine cat spoke. The darker she-cat poked a listless paw into the gently bubbling lake as she turned half an ear to listen. There wasn’t much enthusiasm in her expression, only sorrow. Lately she hadn’t been feeling right. Her stomach churned with unease; her heart beat so quickly she feared it would burst out of her throat; her mind grew paranoid. And indeed, she stole furtive glances at her surroundings before settling down in front of the wise Medicine cat. Silversoul gazed into the Warrior’s dark eyes questioningly. Silverclaw shifted uncomfortably. How was she to reply honestly? Fortunately, she was spared having to respond instantly as the pale russet female turned to gaze into the Reflection Pool. Meanwhile, she further stalled by coughing significantly. A lazy tongue ran through her dark tabby fur as she gave herself a cursory grooming. “I, ah, don’t feel well. Have any herbs to cure it?” she meowed somewhat nervously. Again, she swept her gaze deep into the heart of the forest and over into the canopy. The woods had ears, and she feared those ears were eavesdropping on her. Then, the lighter she-cat returned her stare, stating her strange words in a thoughtful way. By this time, Silverclaw’s fur prickled with aggravation. Must she probe every thought in her head? But she managed to cool her temper. “A pebble… swirling the rivers of time…” she mused. A small pebble, completely insignificant, dancing to the rhythm of the waves. The current, molding its path, lighting its way. Only to be washed up on the banks, just another pebble once again. “Yes, yes I have,” she asserted at last. But this was all terribly irrelevant. Silversoul, she decided, was nothing but talk. Wasn’t her primary duty to heal her of her ailment? Suddenly, a choking thought seized the tabby female. Silversoul must be trying mind tricks on her. Her pebble story must be referring to her plot to murder the deputy, Creektwist. It must be, it must! And… suppose she spoke? Suppose Silversoul would then report her to Icestar? All would be lost – her plans, her kits, her mates… No! No, it couldn’t be. She would make sure – she would be careful not to let slip anything. Anything! Oh, where was Iceclaw? He would know what to do. The beautiful, handsome Iceclaw always knew. He could sort this out for her… If only he were here… Dark thought after dark thought, fear accumulated in Silverclaw’s almost black eyes. Her heart jumped at every sound, her pupils dilated with worry and anxiety. “No! Nothing. Nothing is going on, nothing’s wrong. Just leave me alone,” she hissed. Her eyes closed, picturing what she believed the famed Dark Forest would be like. If she died, her soul would be entombed in a world of darkness. Leaves would brush a pelt scarred with humiliation and pain. Black skies would greet her each night, as she assumed there would be no day. If she died… Oh, what a gruesome, depressing thought. “Silverclaw speaks” Silverclaw thinks Silverclaw does Word Count; 555 Tags; Silversoul OoC; Haha, Silverclaw is super paranoid and half insane right now.

[Holly]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=fef7f1] Silversoul could tell the cough wasn't real. She waved her tail to dismiss the cough. "Silverclaw, don't make me give you herbs if your really not sick, first off some who is may need these really and they could make you sick." Silversoul turned her glaze to the river. She let out a gasp as she started to see in the pool the day Blacksoul died. She saw the bright red berries. She shook her head and the vision was gone. She began to shake. Was that from Starclan or Blacksoul. The tom still haunted her dreams even though he's been dead for 5 moons now. She was trembling with fear. Would she go to Dark Forest. 'Get a grip, Silversoul. He can't harm you now. He's dead. He died at your paws. He won't harm you or anyone else, ever again. "I can understand your distrust, but I'm going to tell you something that no one knows. Something that can show you I'm not betraying you or trying to figure something out. Silversoul mewed. She was shaking still a bit. She thought telling someone would help her.Silverclaw, as you know Blacksoul was my father. Well he didn't die to his battle wounds. I killed him with my own paws. Silversoul Doing Silversoul Speaking Silversoul Thinking "Other person's cat talking"

[Juniper]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=07071d] Silverclaw cast her usual blank stare, signaling she was not exactly fully in tune to the conversation. Her neck fur rose as Silversoul’s icy eyes pierced her dull ones. The pale Medicine cat flicked her tail with impatience at her attitude, then spoke for a bit before turning back to the waters. The dark Warrior’s head dipped in response. For little reason at all, her claws slid out, fangs rustling in her jaws. But she forced herself to calm down. A small sigh escaped her as she meowed in a neutral tone, “Oh, I might be contracting a bit of greencough though. Hmm, hopefully not.” Her nearly black gaze wandered around the treetops, watching as leaves waved lazily to the deep blue sky. It was a strikingly beautiful shade that day. But its beauty seemed to only chill her to her bones… Abruptly, a soft sound, almost like a whisper, came from nearby. Immediately, Silverclaw’s head whipped up, a wildness lacing her deep umber eyes. “What was that!” she whispered, her voice thick with a strangled sort of fear. Glancing across as the creamy tan she-cat, she saw horror and terror clearly in the almost-white eyes of Silversoul. The tabby gray cat’s head tilted to one side. She knew from earlier gossip that something drastic had happened to Silversoul. Apparently these little lapses of memory happened occasionally. I feel privileged to see one for myself, she thought wryly. Tremors racked Silversoul’s body like a young leaf stirred by a soft wind. She trembled and shuddered, staring into the clear waters of the lake, but her gaze was distant. Silverclaw softly padded closer, watching the faint ripples of the freshwater as the wind blew on it. She wondered what the other was thinking about, and what could possibly petrify such an innocent young cat like that. It wasn’t possible that the Medicine cat knew of Silverclaw’s evil deeds, was it…? Somehow she wouldn’t seem surprised if she did. In a hostile tone, she commanded, “Out with it! Something’s bothering you isn’t it?” Her voice changed from harsh and grating to soft and concerned. Her nervous eyes peered from side to side. If indeed this situation centered around her past wrongdoings, she needed to make sure no one was around to see Silversoul pouring out Silverclaw’s secrets and Silverclaw clawing the death blow. Still quivering, the distraught Medicine cat finally confessed. To her very surprise she spoke not of Silverclaw’s evil plots, but of her own. Relief overwhelmed her and even evoked a small smile to flit across her dark face. Then the weight of what the other female was saying hit her. Angelic and innocent little Silversoul has killed someone? Silverclaw thought in amazement. Would wonders never cease. Swiftly, the dark tabby female asked incredulously, “You killed your own father?” Quickly she smoothed out her perplexed face and quietly continued, “And how do you feel about that?” Her words were a bit hopeful. She knew that once you had sunk your claws into someone and killed them, that feeling of ultimate control never left you. You kill once, you kill again. This was the exact sort of cat she needed to support her plans for merging the four Clans. “Silverclaw speaks” Silverclaw thinks Silverclaw does Word Count; 538 Tags; Silversoul OoC; Should Sandpaw come now?