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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 21, 2008 15:51:05 GMT -5
Illusion shifted nervously. "What's Storm? I know what a storm is it's just... I... it keps coming back. I feel like I should be looking for it and I don't know what, or who, this Storm is....." Illusion mewed softly. "It's..... odd. I don't know how I caught that bird either..... That I want are answers but.... I guess I have to get them on my own." Illusion meowed, confusion shining in her eyes and echoeing in her voice. "I know nothing's physically wrong with me. I'm not sure how I know, but I know. I know there's no reason why I shouldn't remember.... But I don't..... I don't remember. I don't remember anything of use....."
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Post by Lonestar on Mar 21, 2008 19:44:28 GMT -5
Nettletongue sighed. "Well a storm could be the weather. I'll tell you when there is one, that way it can explain for itself. A storm is bad weather. There are plenty of cats I've known that have been named Storm though. Wether its Stormpelt, or Stormpaw, or Stormkit." She said shrugging "Perhaps its a good thing not to remember pasts that are not good. You could call yourself blessed for being able to forget.
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 21, 2008 22:35:17 GMT -5
Illusion sighed. "I wish I could let it all go but.... It's like a part of me is missing. I remember bits and pieces of things. Just enough to get my attention and taunt me more. Every cat knows what they were called, even in the past. Every cat knows their history. I'd rather have a bad past than none at all if only because I don't know why I'm running. I don't know what, or who, to protect my Clan from or why. I don't know anything and for every answer I get it seems more and more questions assault my mind." Illusioned explained desperately, somehow hoping this she-cat could give her answers she couldn't find on her own......
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Post by Lonestar on Mar 24, 2008 22:10:38 GMT -5
Nettletongue sighed. "You protect your clan from those who would do us harm, Bloodclan, badgers, foxes, raccoons sometimes, and other clans. You will learn this all, I will teach you but you must be patient you must have the patience and curiosity of a kit. You MUST just let it drop untill you know what you are now, at this time and place. I believe any cat can change, you smelled of bloodclan when I found you. Not just from being near them, but from being one for a long time if I am correct. You are now Sleetfoot of Riverclan, unless you would find aother name more suiting, in which case i amy be able to change that for you. I must consult with starclan about this..."
Nettletongue paused staring at the other she-cat for a moment. " but you are distressed." She uttered softy. "For obvious reasons." She added rising and going to her colection of herbs, taking down some poppyseeds, she brought them to Sleetfoot. "Those will help you relax, help you sleep. Because in dreams, starclan may speak with you." She said softly, staring at the cat quietly.
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 24, 2008 22:38:00 GMT -5
Illusion suddenly saw a face, a old tom cat but his name eluded her. Great. Now she'd given herself a headache. "You're right, Nettletongue. I do need to let it drop. Thank you." She murmured, eating the poppy seeds and settling onto her bed to let sleep take her. Her sleep was filled with the faces of cats she didn't know and one word repeating over and over through her mind. Illusion ......
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Post by Lonestar on Mar 24, 2008 23:07:26 GMT -5
Nettletongue sighed as she fell asleep, checked on the other cats, and then crawled into her own bed. "Please starclan...speak with me." She whispered softly as she settled down and drifted off.
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 25, 2008 11:00:40 GMT -5
Illusion slowly stood up in the field. Mist wafted around her paws. Mirror images of herself formed a circle around her. "Illusion...." They called. "Illluuuussionnnn....." They called again. "What? What is it?" Illusion answered. Then she was jerked out of the circle by a much bigger cat, one more like a panther than anything. "There you are!" The panther purred, picking her up like a kit and carrying her off. Now cats around her size waited. "I am Ghost and this is Illusion." The ghost panther said as it put Illusion down. "No. This is Sleetfoot." One cat with the pelt of leaopard said calmly. "This is the new RiverClan warrior." She continued. Illusion shook as this sank in. "You must show yourself to her, Ghost." The cat told Ghost. "She must see what Sleetfoot is capable of.... and come to understand both of you." The cat elaborated. Ghost dipped her head in respect and Illusion scrambled to her paws. "From this moment on, you are Sleetfoot, Illusion. You belong as a Clan cat and will always belong as a Clan cat." The she-cat told her before Illusion hurried off after Ghost....
Illusion awoke with a start, got to her paws, and slowly padded out of the den and into the camp. She raised her face to silverpelt and slowly let Ghost take control. Her body fluffed and changed to reveal the large form of a panther sitting in the RiverClan camp. Together, Ghost and Illusion would keep their vigil. Neither knew what they were doing or why but Illusion trusted her instincts and Ghost trusted Illusion.....
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Post by Lonestar on Mar 25, 2008 11:14:40 GMT -5
Ashkit had woken u a little after Sleetfoot passed, mewling softly, which awoke, who qucklyhurried over and settled him down before he could disturb the others sleep. Nettletongue SIghed as she let more of the liquid trickle down the kits throat, waiting for him to go back to sleep. Her eyes travelled to Silverpaw, who was sleeping soundly. Russetfur was the only elder but he was fading away, his age havng aught up to him with the help of this sickness. She left Ashkit to move to the russet-colored tom prodding him awake gently. Russetfur stirred eyes opening to look at Nettletongue. "Yes dear?" The medicine cat smiled softly at her uncle. "I've been meaning to speak with you before you go..." She said softly, continuing a murmured dialogue with the elder tom.
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 25, 2008 11:20:55 GMT -5
Ghost heard Nettletongue though said and did nothing. No roar rumbled from the ghost panther. Ghost did nothing as she watched the camp entrance, only half listening to Nettletongues conversation with Russetfur. "The elements will rise and the dead will walk and the Clans will rise again...." Ghost suddenly purred, her voice soft and barely noticable even as the moonlight shone through her slightly faded pelt.....
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Post by Lonestar on Mar 26, 2008 19:56:47 GMT -5
Nettletongue finished speaking with russetfur and left her uncle to sleep, the old tom was tired, this she knew. She checked on Ashkit and Silverpaw once more. Anuts woke up s she padded past again and she sighed looking at the dark grey eyes that stared back at her, scared and alone. She had moved the carcass of his brother away before it could give more bacteria to the small kit. Hr eyes softened as she stared back at him. "Hush, hush." She murmured sitting down and wrapping her tail around him quietly, lending the kit her warmth so he might fall asleep again, while he curled up purring beside her she looked upwards at the skies above. "Why all of them?" She breathed silently staring at the stars, their bright light reflected in her eyes.
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 26, 2008 21:17:19 GMT -5
Ghost slowly padded up to Nettletongue. Mist came from uder the great cats' huge paws as it changed back to Illusion. Illusion, slightly confused, took a moment to remember everything that had taken place since she'd arrived. Then Illusion smiled as her dream came back to her. "Illusion..... Is that all my life is? An Illusion?" Illusion purred. She now knew what her name had been and she had discovered she liked playing mind games, though they were generally harmless. "Come on. I have to show you something. There's something you have to know about me...and my companion. But you'll meet her soon enough. She can explain more than I can." Illusion told Nettletongue, purple eyes flashing a misty grey for a moment as she turned toward the center of the camp.....
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Post by Lonestar on Mar 31, 2008 10:22:10 GMT -5
Nettletongue looked at the strange white pelted she cat for a moment before sighing and getting up from her crouched position around Ashkit,she nudged the kit over beside Silverpaw so that he might stay warm before she padded silently after the white cat.
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 31, 2008 12:34:24 GMT -5
Illusion stopped in the center of the camp and became Ghost once more. "I'm called Ghost. Sleetfoots' name was once Illusion. Neither of us know quite how we came together but we have." Ghost purred, her voice deep and rumbling but strangely empty. Like the sound you get when you tap a empty glass with a s***. Then she swiped her paw foreward. Nothing moved. Grass didn't bend. She only left a pawprint when she desired to and she carried no scent. "You must understand that by accepting Illusion into this Clan you are also accepting me. I can be loyal but I will kill in battle and feel no shame for doing so. Both of us have spoken with StarClan and I have erased Illusions' memories so that she remembers nothing before the point that she met you. BloodClan wishes to have both of us fighting with them for who can defeat an enemy that cannot hit? Illusion ran from them because she believes in StarClan and heard of them from an old Tribe tom. Her memories will come back over time unless I choose to erase them again." Ghost told Nettletongue, tail swept around paws and head raised high as the great ghost panther prepared for questions....
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 1, 2008 17:44:16 GMT -5
Nettletongue was taken aback, but only for a moment she was usd to speaking with Starclan.She absorbed what the very large cat said, thinking quietly as she did so. Her ears flicked and finally she spoke to the panther. "You are never to kill if you don't need to, wound but not kill it is largely frowned upon, only if there is no other choice." Nettletongue said mind still whirring. "Illusion...is now Sleetfoot, unless you would prefer a different clan name. I would like it very much if you were to keep her old memories from her forever, this is her clan now, riverclan is her family. Having to deal with two different lives would only cause hurt and confusion to many." She said, regretting she wold have to keep secrets from the white cat, her own secrets, but knowing it must be done al the same. "I suppose asking how you came to be, is a useless question. So...instead I ask where you stand on this matter can you obey the orders of your leader, your deputy and even myself with respect? Can Sleetfoot control you? Will you ever emerge from her like you have tonight in front of other clan cats? It would be best if you did not, not in front of our cats, not in front of anyone, you must be completely alone if you wish to show yourself Ghost." Nettletongue cautioned sternly.
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Post by Swiftstar on Apr 1, 2008 21:08:35 GMT -5
Ghost smiled. "First of all, it is hard for me to 'wound but not kill'. I'm much stronger than those I fight and I will not hide away and let Sleetfoot kill herself with her inexperience. As for her memories.... I can keep them from her for a long while but not forever. Not with erasing it completely periodically. She's already beginning to remember. But I don't believe any memories will cause her loyalty to faulter. The only cat she was attatched to within BloodClan was a cat called Storm because of his ability to control lightning. She is already hurt and confused. She is confused because she does not know why she hurts and she hurts because she does not remember her past... or her love.... Would you not feel the same?" Ghost replied calmly. She paused for a while before glancing skyward. "Sleetfoot and I share one body though the soul in control causes the body to change and alter. I will okey those higher than me and will advise Sleetfoot as best I can. I will keep myself hidden but if she's knocked unconcious and in danger, or if this camp is under attack, I will take control and show them exactly why they should scream and flee though I tend to forget my own streangth, especially when fighting things smaller then me." Ghost said, sounding a bit sheepish. Her ears flattened as she said it as well, almost like the large cat was embarrassed. "Now, the downside to all of this is that once I relinquish control she'll be unconcious for a while. Sleetfoot is also stubborn and... cunning. She likes playing mind games with everyone and will do her best to trick anyone she meets. She can also develop a slight attitude problem and will ignore you if she's angry at you. If she really doesn't like you then she'll insult you though she refuses to lie. If you and the others in RiverClan intend to live with her, it's better if you know this now." Ghost said before giving something between a broekn roar and a laugh.....
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 3, 2008 18:08:24 GMT -5
Nettletongue was quiet for a moment but her eyes had gone to their hard and fearsome yellow as she gazed at the large-cat's. "Very well then, stay out of sight but in the most dire circumstances, those who remain in riverclan will grow to know sleetfoots temperment." She said tail twitching where it sa. "And I would not know what that is like, medicine cats cannot love." She said sharply, getting up. "Please remember that there are rules, those set down by starclan and starclan has the ability to punish if they so need to." She said, turning and waking back towards her den. "You an clean out and sleep in the warriors den, but I'd do it as sleetfoot im not sure you would fit." She said, tone flat one more. Not remembering her love...pah...that was no reason to hurt Nettletongue would happily trade the strange she-cat places. If only.
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Post by Swiftstar on Apr 3, 2008 19:14:12 GMT -5
Ghost watched her for a moment before getting to her paws. She suddenly seemed somewher see-through she as padded into the warriors' den, going through the walls and revealing how she'd earned the name of 'Ghost' as she curled up and let Illusion take control....
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Post by Swiftstar on May 8, 2008 11:16:47 GMT -5
Illusion quickly slipped from the den and toward the Island/Fourtrees. She disappeared from the camop as silently as a ghost....
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