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Post by squee. on Jul 13, 2007 3:06:45 GMT -5
it'strueromanceisdead
×. perhaps sneaking around in another's terrain wasn't the best idea the young warrior had ever plotted, but how else would you find another? he couldn't just wait for her to show up at his camp anytime soon, no, she would never make it to the bloodclan camp before she was slaughtered. who knows? perhaps tonight is the night that he was the one to be slaughtered for sneaking around riverclan's terrain. slaughter was not the main thing on his mind, it was on whether the rumors were true or not. badgerstripe, his older sibling was a leader? riverclan was seriously putting her in charge? now that was something worth finding out yourself.....like he was doing now. not only as a sibling to the female, but also as an enemy....as a bloodclan warrior. see, he wasn't entirely disobeying his clan by sneaking off to roam in riverclan's terra.
×. everyone knew that he wasn't the most welcomed cat in rivercaln....or any other clan for that matter. in fact, many clans sought to kill him and him alone. he was infamous for his killings, his kidnappings and his appearances. and being in riverclan made it worse. he was born in riverclan, his mother swept away by a flood. he and his siblings were closer then most as kits, seeing they had no real mother to look up to...they looked up toward each other. that all ended when the apprentices were kidnapped by bloodclan. a fight had broke out between them, harsh words were shared between frost and his sister leading to frost joining with bloodclan. he was surprised to figure out that killing came second nature to him. that slaughtering a mere kit as it slept wasn't as hard as he had once believed it to be. and now, after years as being frost the bloodclan warrior....the news of his 'work' made it's way to riverclan everyday. frost as even showed up over the years to kill off a few members of the clan, even to fight his once close sister. but, tonight, he wasn't here for killing, kidnapping or anything of the sort.....for you see, frost wasn't really frost
×. frost fell in love with a thunderclan apprentice, unfortunately so did another member of his clan. two toms fell for the same female. simple rivalry quickly turned to mortal fighting. the two toms fought until both of them were near death and miles away from bloodclan. with his last burst of energy, the opposing tom threw frost off a cliff. the tom died soon after, frost should have died but he was taken in by a nearby band of rogues that have heard of him. frost lost his love and his memory.
×. many moons have repaired his memory and injuries, though frost's heart never completely healed. instead he was filled with a new hatred for everything. he was in the middle of finishing off that wench that he had once loved when he had heard of riverclan's new leader. the news had been big enough for him to kill off the female with a single blow, his paws and flank still bloody from recent battle. the snowy white male was now pacing the bridge of riverclan. he cared naught to whom would spot him there or the action they would take. he was restless, angered and debating on killing this new leader or not. and of his other siblings? are they alive....well.....and would they be here tonight? the thought of meeting up with the rest of his siblings brought another wry grin to the warriors face and yet another plan formed in the twisted mind that was frost. he could pretend he was the old frost, like he had no memory of his evil self. he would tear riverclan apart from the inside out.....he would finish of that family of his. with his newest plot formed, frost backed to one side of the bridge. without hesitation, frost sped toward the other end and leapt. dark, indigo orbs closed a moment before he hit the water. one heavy breath was sharply inhaled before he hit, and he was off...floating down the river toward riverclan's camp.
×. frost arrived near the riverclan camp. white fur, soaked through with the cold waters of the dark river. frost pulled himself half out of the water, only to lay back down.....half of him still in the waters. he already knew that some riverclan cat would find him soon. dark orbs closed, finishing his look of unconsciousness.
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Post by Roxie ! on Jul 14, 2007 10:03:01 GMT -5
OOC// Alright, I'm just going to pretend Badgerstripe has already been to moonstone, and post there later. For now...she can be Badgerstar xD.
IC// Black and white paws touched dry land as Badgerstar reached the river's shore. Since the RiverClan camp was located on an island, she of course had to swim to exit it like the rest of her Clan. Not that she really minded. In fact, the femme actually enjoyed the cool water that surrounded her and lapped at her flanks as she paddled toward the shore. It was a somewhat refreshing relief from the hot, mid-summer's air. Gripping the rocks with unsheathed claws, she slid quickly up out of the water and trotted onto dry land. Badgerstar gave her slim body a quick, canine-like shake, ridding it of any immediate water in the layers of her black-striped fur. With that, she quickly turned to give it a few brief licks, her tongue following the two-stripe pattern that ran along her back and was the cause of her namesake. The whole process was very mundane, almost automatic, and she wasn't really concentrating. In fact, Badgerstar doubted if she'd be able to catch anything at all today. She was too deep in thought.
She had told Rosebloom that she'd rather hunt alone today that morning. She knew her sister worried about her, but ever since they had returned from moonstone, Badgerstar had been too busy with the rest of the Clan to have any time to actually think. She was taking this opportunity to do so. The flowing river ran like a melody beside her as she padded slowly down-stream. Ever since kit-hood, the sound of rushing water had comforted the femme. You would think that having one's mother drown soon after birth would make a cat terrified of water for the rest of his or her life, but this certainly wasn't the case. This river was practically Badgerstar's life.
But today, even the waters could not hold her thoughts for long. No, right now, Badgerstar's head was reeling with thoughts of everything that had happened. It had all seemed to have happened so quickly. How did one cat just...turn up dead like that? Badgerstar would rather it have been her. She wasn't much use to the Clan anyway. And now, with Morningstar gone, what was she supposed to do? All of RiverClan was counting on her, and she had no clue how to lead them. What was she supposed to tell them? "Everything's going to be alright now, I know exactly what to do."? Because that would be a complete and utter lie. She had no clue what to do next.
As if asking for answers in guidance, Badgerstar looked up, suddenly surveying the sky. Her blue eyes filled with anguish. Why can't they answer me? She thought angrily. Why do I have to do this alone? She had never asked for this. She would have simply been happy with a life as a warrior. Why couldn't her life turn out has it had supposed to have been? Maybe if she hadn't been so stupid, all three of her siblings could be living a happy life as RiverClan warriors right now.
And then came that thought. Frost. She had tried to avoid the haunted memories of her brother, as she already had too much to deal with. She had heard that Frost was dead, and somehow thought that it was her fault. After all, she and her brother had been especially close as kits. What had gone wrong that day to make such close siblings hiss and spit those horrible things at each other? It had been because of her that he left for BloodClan, and she knew it. Everyone did. Maybe if she could have just...just...said something to him sooner, they could have made up. Badgerstar hadn't even bothered to keep in touch with him. Before long, Frost had worked up his murdering reputation, making him RiverClan's undeniable enemy. Still, wasn't blood supposed to be thicker than water? Perhaps they could have still worked it out...if she had tried harder.
Badgerstar presently shook her head, trying to rid herself of these thoughts. She hadn't come out here to ponder her brother's death; doing so was only making things worse. With a new determination, she headed further down the river, abruptly realizing that she hadn't been moving very fast at all while so deep in thought. She quickened her pace to a trot, trying to block all thoughts out of her mind as she headed purposefully toward her favorite fishing spot. It was then that something stopped her dead in her tracks. Something that was about two fox-lengths ahead of her. She almost hadn't seen it in time.
It was a large white cat, his fur soaking wet as if the river had carried him forcefully here. She couldn't place his scent, as he was soaked at the moment, but the way he lay unmoving worried her. Badgerstar pricked her ears and cautiously headed toward the tom, bending to sniff him and check to see if he was breathing. It was only when she got closer to the white tom's face when she realized something that sent her leaping backward in shock.
His familiar features...his slightly lingering scent...this cat was unmistakabley...
But no, he couldn't be. Frost was dead, she knew this. No, you heard it. And you can't believe everything you here. Badgerstar corrected herself. She stood, stunned for a moment, staring at her brother.
"F-Frost...?" She asked quietly, as if to confirm his identity. On instinct, she bent closer, nudging his shoulders gently. It was then that sense caught up with the RiverClan leader. If Frost woke up, the first thing he'd likely do was spring at her throat. They were enemies, especially since Badgerstar was now the leader of RiverClan, and she couldn't let herself forget it. He was a danger to her whole Clan-- to the entire forest. It would be a service to everyone to just let him drown. And yet...she couldn't bring herself to leave her own brother here to die. She wouldn't allow herself to become responsible for his death once again.
Anxiously, Badgerstar gripped Frost's scruff gingerly between her teeth, as if expecting him to go off like a ticking bomb any second. Her soft sigh was muffled by his white fur as she hauled him carefully onto dry land. Once they had distanced themselves a few tail-lengths from the water, Badgerstar let go of Frost and backed a few paces away, watching him suspiciously. Now what was she supposed to do? Whatever she was, she was no medicine cat, and standing here with him was probably just asking for death.
"Frost? Can you hear me?" All the same, she was prompting him for a response, almost hoping for one. He couldn't be dead...was StarClan that cruel as to drag her brother way out here to have him die before her very eyes?
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Post by squee. on Aug 7, 2007 20:59:58 GMT -5
[[ Badger star......ooooooOOooo sounds fancy. ]]
exactly how long the brute waited and listened for the sounds of an approaching Riverclan member was unknown to him. although, to him, it felt like hours rather then mere minutes....he knew his sense of time would have been thrown off by the near freezing waters of the churning river. and there was even a time where frost rose from the rivers in time to inflict minor injuries on himself, though the damage would be invisible unless he was out of the water long enough for the blood to gather in one place. there were even times frost fought himself between getting out or staying just a little bit longer. in the end however, frost proved that his self control was twice as strong as it had been a mere moon ago. with a bit of time and practice, frost's breathing slowed to a rythmic rasp and with even more time and practice his heartbeat slowed as well. frost had learned how to contorl his own heart rate whilst visiting an old tribe of warriors. they were the select few tribal cats that lived strictly by the old clan's ways. while there he learned of the new big bad that was lurking in nearly every shadow in these pathetic lands. they only gave him one word, not a name...or at least thats what he thought. one badass word and sent him on his way, but it was that very word that had scared the small tribe of cats out of thier minds. they cowered away when the alpha muttered the word. one word with a very dark meaning. Malice. a word frost heard before.
dark gaze spotted her before any of his senses had time to respond. he allowed his gaze to remain locked on the female, unblinking even when the water splashed over his stare. seemingly without thinking, the newest leader of riverclan removed her kin from his 'horrible death'. although she had rescued him from certain 'death', it was clear in the look hidden beneath her gaze that she regretted saving him. it was unclear to her to what exactly she wanted to do. either way, she spoke. she spoke his name, her caution unhidden in her voice, she stayed further back then what close kin would have. however, after a bit of no response......frost's snowy white ears flicked at the sound of her second question. dark gaze blinking open and staring at the female. again, with countless moons of practice....frost's gaze appeared clouded and confused as if he wasn't sure who this female was. though now that his gaze was able to fully focus on the leader before him, frost now noted the look of hidden confusion in her gaze. the look of pure, unhidden shock. frost had many guesses to what could have brought this look across the leader's gaze. frost was thought to be dead. long dead in fact. he was thrown from a cliff by the closest thing he had to a friend, all over some pathetic thunderclan apprentice. the same kit that Frostkit had a crush on moons and moons ago.
that very same warrior that he had just finished slaughtering before he was sidetracked with this news. he would have to focus on finishing off the very wretch that sent him off that cliff in the first place. he would kill them all. it was frost's nature to slaughter, even if that meant slaughtering the one's nearest to him. he was a cold blooded monster and nothing, human or feline could change that. in fact, the female loner that had helped restore his memory had drowned in her own pool of blood. knocked unconcious and left to drown in her own blood. another explination of her shock was the fact that he was floating in her river. the sppoused dead frost just randomly shows up in riverclan's river just days after his kin changes her name. perhaps it was just the fact that she was seeing him here and in the condition that he was in. whatever her reasoning....he cared naught.
"Ba-Badgerkit?" confuion riddled the accusation. his voice sounding dry and cracked despite his long stay in the waters of riverclan. he sounded downright weak and pathetic. everything that he was not, he sounded perfectly. "Badgerkit, where's mom?" the exact same question he had asked his older sister the very day they had been old enough to leave the nursery. three days before they had been carted off to bloodclan and the very same day that frost had discovered he had a darker nature then the rest of his kin. he allowed his body to fall into a small series of spasams, marking just how long he had been in the cold waters of the dark river and again marking just how 'weak' he really was......
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Post by Roxie ! on Aug 17, 2007 13:49:16 GMT -5
OOC//Lmao. Yalp xDD
IC//Badgerstar's pelt instinctively bristled as her brother began to stir. Her sapphire-hued eyes narrowed sharply, claws digging into the ground to brace for the attack that would surely come...for she couldn't bring herself to attack Frost first. To her surprise, he made no attempt to move toward her, only staring at her with a clouded, confused gaze. The new RiverClan leader frowned, momentarily puzzled by his expression. Perhaps, after the shock of nearly drowning, he had not yet recognized her or his surroundings. And so Badgerstar merely stared back, acutely aware of her heart pounding loudly in her chest. At this point, she wasn't sure what to expect. That was when Frost spoke--and if Badgerstar had been confused before, now she was utterly bewildered.
"Ba-Badgerkit?"
He spoke her old name with an almost kit-like innocence that was so uncharacteristic for his usually cold voice. Badgerstar said nothing, merely staring at him in a shock that froze her paws to the ground. Frost had continued to ask where their mother was. Fresh pain flooded the leader's gaze at the memories of Shadowflight, but she shook it away almost immediately. What was this?! Surely it had to be some sort of new plot cooked up by her brother, how could it be anything else? Yet, as Badgerstar watched the weak spasms run through his body; listened to his cracked voice, she felt her suspicions give way for even more pain that pulled at her heartstrings. Even after years of fear and hatred, she still cared for Frost, and it hurt to see him as weak as he was. There was no way that even he could be faking this well, could there? So then...how had his memory been lost?
Badgerstar paused. Perhaps it had something to do with his near-drowning. So, how long until Frost got his memory back?
"Frost...mom is dead. She has been, ever since we were kits." Badgerstar told him bluntly. Her wariness of Frost's innocence as well as her aversion to these painful memories both contributed to her emotionless tone, and she was still eying him in shock, confusion, and slight suspicion.
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Post by squee. on Sept 22, 2007 0:05:58 GMT -5
YOU ALMOST ALWAYS PICK THE WORST TIMES....
Although the fresh leader fought to hide behind an emotionless mask, the countless emotions that flashed behind her gaze betrayed her. Like every other encounter he had with his sibling, her emotions had failed to remain completely hidden from him. It would have been easy, even in her wariness of his innocence- of him, to take one of her lives without her even having the chance to fight back. Yet, Frost was greedy. He didn't want just one of the leader's lives.....he wanted them all. So he played his part further, laying limp and wet at the leader's paws.
"D-dead?" He repeated, mocking fresh pain near perfectly. "What do you mean? She was just there before I-" Frost broke off, his dark gaze sweeping his surroundings once again. "Badgerkit, where are we?" He questioned the leader once again. Such innocence, such pain and such confusion- he was the perfect Frostkit. The perfect enemy of this leader. The perfect nightmare for Riverclan. He would fight hard once this part was over, fight hard to be the perfect warrior his sister would never get to know. Fight hard to be the perfect brother for this feline- even if it was all some sick twisted illusion drawn up by a sick and twisted murderer.
She would die nine times by this white monster, each of them as bloody and painful as the last. Frost decided that he'd steal away one clan member's life at a time while he waited for Badgerstar to return to the world after he had killed her. 'over confidence will kill you, brute' a sick voice sounded- overpowering every one of this thoughts. A voice that was not his own. Meet Vendetta. A cat that apparently lives in some unknown spirit clan for the dark, twisted murderers when they died. And now he was in Frost's head. Ever since he was thrown from that cliff....Frost had a new friend and he hated it. The tom fought a growl, a scowl and a few choice words he had for the brute that lived in his head.
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Post by Roxie ! on Sept 25, 2007 5:54:33 GMT -5
The newly appointed RiverClan leader regarded her brother carefully, as if she could find the truths and lies in the BloodClan cat's eyes. But Frost merely looked bewildered, frightened, even. It confused her even more. This was a trick...it had to be a trick. Yet, as Frost spoke again, his words sounded so confused and broken that despite herself, Badgerstar felt her heart melt a bit. He'd called her Badgerkit. They'd run into each other a few times since Frost had joined BloodClan. Though most of those experiences had been far from pleasant, surely he knew her warrior name, at least? Unless...Badgerstar felt dizzy at the very thought. Unless his whole memory really had been wiped away. Then what was she to do? For surely, even he couldn't have faked such terror and confusion this well.
She opened her mouth and closed it again, feeling helpless. What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to tell him? 'Mom's been long dead, sorry. And by the way, you're a BloodClanner now.' That would work, Badgerstar thought sarcastically. And then what would happen? Maybe Frost would return to that cursed Clan, and everything would go right back to the way it was. She didn't think she could bear that, not what StarClan was tempting her like this. Here was a chance to get her brother back...if his memory was really gone. But even if it was, could she actually lie to him? To take advantage of Frost like that...it just seemed so wrong. But then, what was right?
Despite herself, Badgerstar let out a soft sigh. Confused. She was so confused...was this the kind of thing that happened to all leaders?! As if she didn't have enough on her plate right now.
"You...you don't remember anything?" She asked carefully. If Frost's memory was gone, anything could still trigger it. But she couldn't just leave him, not now. Losing his memory didn't make him innocent. If another cat saw them, they'd surely attack the white tom. Many cats feared him enough to do so, even if he was already close to death...
Oh StarClan. It was then that Badgerstar become aware of Frost's state, as if for the first time. She'd been so distracted by the thought of her brother losing his memory. But he'd just been dragged down a river. Eyes widened slightly as the RiverClan leader stood stiffly and then, as if expecting the contact to burn her, she tensely inched closer to Frost and sniffed his pelt. "You're hurt.." She murmured quietly, allowing some of her concern to show through with these words. Was this being plain reckless?
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