Accidental Affairs (Havok)

[FireFlyDragon]

Marshflight

He remembered this scene…When he and Nightpaw had been play fighting so long ago; she had outwitted him and then teasingly flicked his nose with her tail, such a carefree expression lit her features and in turn he had playfully lept after her, ending the chase with them both rolling about in mock battle; purring with amusement…

The surroundings suddenly changed from their laughing smiles to that day of Marshflight bearing the clan with Sharpstar’s disappearance. Her fallen features; yet so trusting in her gaze, her touch. How had he never realized it before…How had he been so oblivious?

“Love is often oblivious…” Marshflight found himself moving; his gaze and body swinging to focus his pale orbs on the figures behind him; their colored innards widening as he realized just who he was gazing at.

“Father, and mother?” the two forms remained still, not denying their presence to their only son; their outlines shaped with the silvery dust that only those of StarClan possessed. So, his mother and father were really gone, this fact saddened the deputy, though he hoped they were peaceful in death much as they had been in life.

“My son” It was his mother who spoke now, her gaze although lacking what many cats would call living emotions Marshflight could swear he saw the unbridled love that lingered there; that and the soft caring gaze that had always held true to his mother. Although inwardly ecstatic about seeing his parents again - alive or dead didn’t really seem strange at this point- his gut gave a sudden shudder. So, he really was gone then; gone to spend the rest of his days with StarClan in the endless sky.

His father as if reading his thoughts shook his head slowly. “No Marshflight, you have not passed over yet; your body is simply in a state of unconsciousness, almost like resting between our two worlds.” The tom’s ears perked as his father’s voice rang through to him.

“So this is all a dream.” He murmured; his gaze passing between his two parents with no fixed emotion now. He wanted to ask them so many questions yet he felt as if it would be wrong to say anything.

“You will live to see your beloved grow and your love take full meaning” His mother whispered softly, pride filling her soft voice as she spoke on. “Your deputyship will eventually end with becoming leader and you shall continue to serve your Clan to your fullest ability…Just like you always wanted.” Her voice struck a note of remorse in Marshflight.

“…Just as we all wanted.” He finished, their forms slowly beginning to fade from his sight as the wind whispered him a final farewell.

“Live well. Love well. Die well Marshflight. But not today…We will be with you as battle rages through the forest; taking the hearts of many and weakening those who stand strong. We died for our Clan; for you son.”

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There was no sudden burst of light, or even sound as the tom felt himself stir. No sight of the trees or even the scent of blood as Marshflight’s mind began to awake, hazy eyes willing to open to drooping eyelids as the feeling began to take affect. The knowledge that he was alive; breathing, moving, and heart pumping him back from the brink of death set his senses with such an untouched feeling that he hardly noticed what was going on around him. The sounds of battle having ceased, though the previous fury and hate sent the air quivering about him. They all slowly brought him back; and once his reason for remaining here was flashed through his mind his orbs opened to reveal a calm and heated gaze as his paws began to right himself.

It was like a twig snapped; with strength the warrior thought he would never acquire after such an event he was on his feet, launching himself at the dark leader that had tried to steal his life, his final realization of love for his clanmate and the lives of his family of friends. He felt the air rushing past his ears, saw the swirling green of flora as it whisked by his orbs, the sound of his pawsteps as he rushed for his enemy, and the taste of blood on his tongue as his teeth clenched around fur; the dark heavy scent of iron and a faint whiff of adder snaked through his alight senses as his paws gripped about his enemy, bringing both forms to touch the earth with unsettling silence.

The faint sound of gurgling met the tom’s ears and he remained motionless, teeth still clenched within his enemy’s throat. His eyes were expressionless seas as he gazed into Duskstar’s own amber depths; still seemingly under a trance as he gazed into the other’s orbs until their light flickered out and not a sound radiated from the leader’s form; least any his humming auds could catch. Releasing the mangled, bloodied flesh his gaze turned to Stormcry, seeing the tom unmoving apart from the slight rise and fall of his chest sent his mind swirling and chest tightening as he numbly stumbled to his side.


“S-stormcry…?” The once silent world; the tiny sounds of mammals and small creatures having been deaf to his ears rushed back, though each voiced their calls tentatively, knowing a great battle had been fought. The young tom felt light headed, and his chest and throat ached with their finally relived pressure; the thing that had nearly cost him his life to what seemed only moments ago.

Body trembling with exertion, new wounds still throbbing and slipping blood from behind their matting bonds he lost his usual clarity, terrified that he had let a clan mate of his get seriously hurt. “Stormcry!” his voice was raised meagerly; though he had hardly the strength to do so and his tone wavered as he feared the warrior would remain still.

For a moment the molted tom fearfully glanced back, suddenly realizing that though Duskstar was down for now he wouldn’t stay that way for long, even if a life had been taken he would return to the bloodied clearing with renewed vigor and strength; something that both of the ShadowClan warriors lacked as of now. His paw laid upon Stormcry’s shoulder unsteadily, trying to wake him gently; though the jerky movements that found their way through him made him stop; nervous that he would injure the quiet form even more. “Please” he begged; “Wake up…”


//OoC// P.S. Don’t worry about Marshflight seemingly being not as affected as he should be by the near-death and wounds to his shoulder/ear. It’s just that his dream [possible speaking with StarClan parents] sent him into a weird trance when he woke up, almost like they kept the pain and exhaustion at bay until he’s out of danger [Least his mind might have tricked him into believing that and because Marshflight’s conscious and heart believes it, it somehow happens…I think you all know what I’m talking about XD] So anyway yeah…Long post but well worth it? I dunno lol, I actually split it in two so this and the previous post started out as one XD. Anyway if the thread for ShadowClan continues at camp he’ll collapse and need urgent Skyfire treatment XD

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[havok]

Stormcry

The unconsciousness was light at best. At worst, it still let him feel the wracking pain in his head brought on by the rock. Even though he was halfway between consciousness and the dreamworld, he still saw his memories, all flying past him in quick succession, yet, slow as though he was reliving them again. He remembered being a kit with his three siblings. He recalled them running off and getting in trouble. He never did, he'd never felt like getting in trouble. He remembered his apprenticeship, bursting with talent and energy. Then, skipping past his naming cermony, Warhawk was made his apprentice, and then, he saw her being named a warrior, pride filling his heart. He saw his siblings growing up around him, even Warhawk was growing up, all of them were leaving him behind. They were comforted by families they made, even in a Clan, one could be lonely.

Even though he felt let, eventhough he knew he was growing older, he knew one thing, his Clan still needed him. Snarls and yowls of the battle still raging broke through his dreams, shattering his old pain. Though his vision was still fuzzy, he saw a shape he knew was Marshflight tear down the murderous Duskstar. Then, the young Deputy went over to him, crying out his name, telling hm to wake up. Lifting his head, Stormcry shook until his vision cleared, before growling softly, "Quit howling young'un. You did good." Standing up, his head still hurt and he bled from some scratches on his legs, but the Deputy was more beat up than he was. "I'm okay. What should we do with Duskstar?" he mewed, knowing there was no chance in StarClan he'd leave the ThunderClan Leader there.

[xx snakey]

Duskstar sputtered, spitting blood. He was surprised, shocked almost, when Marshflight attacked him, sending him to the ground in only a few seconds, his life rapidly fading. His expression went blank, and his muscles relaxing. He drifted from conciousness, his vision blackening.

Duskstar stood in a clearing, dark emerald grass swaying under his paws. Around him huge, dark trees sprang up, as if to cage him in. From the shadows between these trees shapes moved, dark feline shapes. Three approached, each snarling and growling at him. The first, leading, was a tall, slim build she-cat with long, beautiful black fur and bright, angry green eyes. Next to her stood a tawny male, small in size with a dark stripe running along his spine. His paws wither darker in color as well and his eyes shown bright yellow-amber. On the she-cat's other side stood a massive black and white tuxedo tom with dark, stoney gray eyes. Duskstar felt drawfed by these starry cats, they're anger unleashed on him like a heat wave. His pelt prickled and his crouched low, sizing each one up and hoping he'd have a chance if it came to a fight.

"We didn't give you these lives to waste them, Duskstar." THe black female snarled, her tail lashing. Duskstar shivered. "Who are you?" He mewed, sounding like a frightened kit. The female laughed, and suddenly Duskstar recognized the voice. She was one of the voices he often heard bickering in his head, and telling what to do and where to go. She shook her pelt, lusicous black fur rippling over deadly muscles. "I am Shadowstar, the founder of Shadowclan. I have done what you have done, watched my clan fall apart and become weak, petty. That is why we choose you, Duskstar." She flicked her tail to the tawny male, and he grinned wickedly. "This is Thistlestar, the third leader of Shadowclan. He is your great, great, great, great, grandfather. After his rule, Shadowclan started to decline, and with it-the forest." She looked to the tuxedo male, his shoulder and paws massive and ripply with power, claws needing the ground and stony gray eyes watching Duskstar with grim statisfaction. "This, Duskstar, is your father, Nightstalker." Duskstar sprang to his paws, eyes wide with shock. This massive tom, so powerful and frightening, was his father!? He looked at the tom, Nightstalker, and then back to Shadowstar. "What do you mean? What's going on?"

"You've lost a life, Duskstar." Nightstalker's voice was a deep, dark timbre, comanding and great. Duskstar respected that voice. "We've brought you here to you may heal, then return to the forest. You are to change it, with Cranefeather." Nightstalker looked at Shadowstar, waiting for her to continue. Her expression became gentle. "You were a Shadowclan kit, Duskstar. Your mother, Dawnflower, died in giving birth to you. Apon my advice, Nightstalker washed you of all scent you bore and took you to Thunderclan territory where you'd be raised with the respect of the clans. You, Cranefeather- unborn at the time- Nightstalker and a Windclan female named Heatherfur were supposed to carry out this plan, but Heatherfur's death came unexpectedly on the Thunderpath and Nightstalker..." The tuxedo male's eyes clouded over, as if greiving. "Nightstalker was killed in the very spot you lay at this very moment by an invading Thunderclan patrol. You were in that patrol, Duskstar, but you were only an apperentice." Duskstar drew a sharp breath. "Why didn't you tell me before?" Shadowstar shook her head, "We were not able to reach you. You were not close enough to the Moonstone." She looked around, her form fading before Duskstar's very eyes. "Our time is up, Duskstar. Go to Cranefeather, tell him Riverstar must go, and bring him to us to receive his lives. It's up to you!" Her form blurred, fadding away. "Beware the kit silver-hearted kit!" The voice echoed in hsi mind as he faded back to reality.

Duskstar sprang to his paws, staggering at the wound in his neck pushed pain into his fuzzy mind. His pelt prickled, his paws itching to run to Riverclan, to tell Cranefeather what Shadowstar had said. But his eyes fell onto Marshflight and Stormcry. He snarled. "I'll come back, and I'll teach you, I'll teach all of you. They choose me, she choose me to change your clan, all clans!" The words spilled from his lips before he could stop them, and then he sprang up, back onto the Thunderpath. He gave them on last parting glance, then raced away, back into his own forest. His paws burned with the need to run, run straight to Cranefeather, but his wounds carried him home.

ooc:: WOOT! 800+ words! Anyway, Naightstalker and Thistlestar are my original characters, and Shadowstar was pulled from the warriors mythology. Sorry for showing you guys all that useless info, but it was needed. LOL.

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[havok]

idk, I guess.