PLEASE READ!
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Hello! I am april243 and I am here to present to you my newest story! Based off the true stories of a very violent cosplay, you will find yourself thrust into a world of trials and tribulations. Betrayal and love. And a story that will make you hungry for answers. If you have started reading Featherwisp's Tears you may know that MistClan is the earliest clan to settle in the valley. This is set many seasons before even monsters were invented by Twolegs. These cats are somewhat strange, for at the age of 12 moons they grow to be about the size of a small wolf. It must be something in their genetic code, right? Maybe...
Now please: Tell me what side you would pick. The Cats or The Wolves?
Alligances:
MistClan:
Leader: Robinstar- brown tabby she-cat with robin-egg blue eyes and the tip of her right ear bitten off. (growth-spurt)
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Deputy: Mosspelt- tortoiseshell she-cat with light amber eyes and three missing whiskers on her left side. (growth-spurt)
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Medicine Cat(s): Leopardpelt- golden she cat with an impressive arrangement of black-spotted patters for which she-was named. (in process of growth-spurt)
Sunpaw- (see Apprentices)
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Warriors:
Scarpelt- black tom with brown tabby stripes, green eyes, and more that his share of wounds, almost as if he wanted to live up to his name. (growth-spurt)
Moonclaw- pale grey she-cat with green eyes and a rotted claw that infected her entire front paw. (defective growth-spurt)
Fawnheart- russet she-cat with white spots down her spine and yellow eyes ( No growth-spurt)
Cloverpelt- snow-white tom with large blue eyes and one completely missing ear on his right. (growth-spurt)
Aspentail- dark gray tom with heather eyes (in process of growth-spurt)
Hawkthorn- ginger and white tom with pale green eyes (growth-spurt)
Brambleheart- light brown tabby tom with hazel eyes and a jagged tooth in the very back of his mouth. Spends most of his time in the Medicine Cat's Den getting it treated. (growth-spurt)
Dawnfeather- ginger she-cat with tortoiseshell blotches on her belly and lilac-colored eyes. (growth-spurt)
Drip- loner visitor; warrior when staying with MistClan. Pale silver tom with blue eyes. (No growth-spurt)
Scarlet- loner visitor; warrior when staying with MistClan. Black she-cat with russet paws and deep amber eyes. (No growth-spurt)
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Apprentices:
Fallenpaw- dainty white she-cat with yellow eyes (No growth -spurt)
Sunpaw- pale ginger she-cat with deep blue eyes (No growth-spurt)
Lionpaw- golden tom with long fur near his neck (in process of growth-spurt)
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Queens:
Rainstorm- silver she-cat with gray-blue eyes. (growth-spurt) Mother to Bearkit and Otterkit
(see kits)
Dapplewisp- calico she-cat with cheery amber eyes. (growth-spurt) (Expecting)
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Kits:
Bearkit- light brown tom with thick, wiry fur and blue-green eyes (No growth-spurt)
Otterkit- sleek black she-cat with deep amber eyes (No growth-spurt)
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Elders:
Cloudsplash- black and white tom with one missing eye on the left. The other eye blue. (past growth-spurt)
Now: Enjoy!
(And read Featherwisp's Tears)
Leopardpelt eyed Robinstar coldly. There wasn't much to say… except this:
"I've had enough, Robinstar," Leopardpelt said to the tabby she-cat. Robinstar's blue eyes pierced her golden pelt with cold, hard, concentrated anger and frustration, but she wouldn't flinch. Not now.
"I've had enough of your battles. I've had to treat so many cats because of this stupid rivalry! It is not worth it to fight against them any longer! It's over; we've lost! We will ALWAYS LOSE! This is much too dangerous!" Leopardpelt snarled, lashing her long tail around so hard it knocked over a stack of borage leaves piled near the edge of the leafy, sun-dappled clearing that served as the medicine den in the MistClan camp.
Without warning, Robinstar shot out her clawed paw so fast, Leopardpelt never saw it coming until it hit her straight on. The claws sliced her nose, making scarlet droplets dribble down her face in eerie streams.
"We have no choice! We are doing the best we can! Not all battles are fruitless, Leopardpelt!" Robinstar hissed lowly, blue eyes flashing with rage and desperation. She then dropped her meows to a defeated whisper and lowered her gaze. "I am just as discouraged as you… I have seen so many die out on that bloody field. Those wolves are relentless! We have been fighting a losing battle from the start…"
Leopardpelt hesitantly placed her tail on her leader's flank, though she was still very upset. Robinstar tended to lash out when she was pushed too far. "StarClan guides us. They have a destiny chosen out for us all. But it's up to us whether we follow the paths they leave in our souls," the medicine-cat murmured quietly.
Robinstar looked up from her paws and squared her shoulders. "You're right, Leopardpelt. As usual." Robinstar hesitated, and Leopardpelt waited patiently for her to speak. "I'm so sorry for the…the…," she raised a paw and gestured at Leopardpelt's muzzle. Blood still dripped from the scratches and they stung terribly.
"All is forgiven," muttered the golden she-cat. She looked at her leader. "Sunpaw will be returning soon with the cobwebs and elder leaves. I think I should begin to prepare for the next attack you make on the Pack. Tell Scarpelt to come to my den for that dislocated shoulder. I'll see if I can set it." The words were bitter, but the message was clear enough to Robinstar: Leave.
Robinstar nodded dully, as if she'd lost all feeling. "Alright." And then she slipped through the ferns that lined the entrance to the Medicine Den, tabby tail disappearing back out into the camp.
Leopardpelt sighed and turned back to her sorting. She tucked the goldenrod safely in a corner along with the other wound-treating herbs.
After some time, Leopardpelt heard the rustling of leaves, and she looked over her shoulder to see the sandy-colored figure of her apprentice, Sunpaw. Sunpaw had a mouthful full of elder leaves and, wrapped around one paw, a milky weave of cobwebs.
"Tere 's a reat 'ace h're erbs row!" Sunpaw said, trying to mumble around her bundle.
Despite her bleak mood, Leopardpelt chuckled. "Maybe try putting it down first?"
Sunpaw looked embarrassed, but only for a heartbeat. She put down her light burden and restated the sentence. "There's a great place where herbs grow— just a few paces from where the boundary between us and the Pack is set! There's even catmint!"
Leopardpelt's face fell. "No. You must not get too close to that mountain boundary! The Pack respects no boundaries— wolves like them will kill a little thing like you in a heartbeat!"
And it was true. Most cats of MistClan where puny when young. Only at the age of twelve moons did MistClan cats get their growth-spurts. But they grew tremendously when they did— almost the size of one of the wolves. But then again, the wolves were not as big as others of there kind.
Sunpaw hung her head. "I know… but there were so many fresh herbs and I—"
"No 'buts.', It is much too dangerous." Leopardpelt chastised, shaking her head. Sensing the disappointment radiating off the little cat's pelt, Leopardpelt softened. "Now c'mon. We have some sorting and preparations to do before MistClan attacks the Pack on this," Leopardpelt paused breifly, searching for the right word, " foolish revenge mission."
Sunpaw tilted her head. "Foolish? Do you not want Vinefur's death avenged?" she asked nosily, padding up beside Leopardpelt to help begin the evening's tasks.
Leopardpelt's heart felt a dull, throbbing ache as she remembered her clanmate. That tom was braver than anyone Leopardpelt had ever known. And now he was dead. "Of course I do!" she exclaimed. "It's just, not safe We're looking for trouble, and when we do that, we always find it! Why risk losing more lives to avenge one?"
Sunpaw considered this for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Yes. I see the logic in that, but he didn't deserve to die. River went too far!"
She nodded numbly, remembering Vinefur's torn and ravaged body as Cloverpelt and Fawnheart carried him somberly back into camp. That was only two sunrises ago. And now MistClan planned to do the unthinkable: Enter the Pack's home.
They went back to their work, the two of them, without another word. Leopardpelt felt especially agitated tonight, though she was often agitated anyway. But it was especially uncomfortable tonight. Why would this battle be any different from any others?
I am just being worrisome, she thought, pushing down the feeling. Tonight would go— had to go— perfectly.
But no matter how hard Leopardpelt pushed the feeling down as she stacked goosegrass in tidy bundles, nothing would change the outcome of this battle...