London Bridge is Falling Down [Mist x OPEN!]

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Birchtail nodded in acceptance. How modest and purposeful the deputy was, how the ancestors' blessing seemed to envelop her in its starry paws! And the ivory she-cat voiced exactly the long-furred tabby's desires, her wishes for her son and daughter. A tingle of excitement spread throughout the brown she-cat's body at the words of uniting within the next moon. But of course, it must be so. The quicker they could begin this grand cleansing, the better. And yes, yes...the last words Mistpelt spoke were the most vital. Apparently these cats,-toms, she now remembered,-had already been informed of Mistpelt's grand visions. She nodded once more to Shadeclaw. How good it was to be here with a fellow believer! She spoke, "Indeed, I shall keep silent except around those you mentioned. How horrid it would be if any who would be unfaithful to the way of the future heard of this! Also, I will observe those cats I patrol or hunt with, casually speak of their beliefs, and see if I think they would accept StarClan's ideas that they have passed onto you. Thank you, Mistpelt, I will forever be your servant in StarClan's name." Dipping her head to the pale-furred visionary, she rose, turned, and padded to the entrance to the forest, where, with StarClan's help, she would find other cats to convert to this dream made real.

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Shadeclaw nodded in response to those orders. Praising StarClan was definitely something he could do, though it would not occupy him physically for the time being. He did not want to go back to sleep when there was work to be done, but did not want to seem like he was plotting or going behind the deputy's back by telling the other Clans. He had no idea why in StarClan's name she would think that, but he wanted to be on the safe side with this one. Shadeclaw enjoyed risking it all, but he knew that this was part of a much bigger plot. He had that feeling. Shadeclaw paid little attention to Birchtail as she spoke, but watched as she left the camp. He found himself and Mistpelt the only ones in the desolate camp. He exhaled sharply and stood up. He looked at Mistpelt. "I think I'll go for a hunt, if you don't mind." His stomach made a very soft grumbling noise, as hunger began to stir in his belly. Now was not the best time. The warrior code said to hunt for the Clan before yourself, and that's what Shadeclaw would do. He had no intention of introducing sin just because he was a little hungry. "Goodbye for now, Mistpelt," he meowed. He made his way to the exit, focusing on bringing home a good supply of fresh-kill.

[Spec]

((Re-open for takers! Get your characters in! ))

[cazzy]

The she-cat snorted, rolling away from the hard wall. How she ended up with her paws on the wall was beyond her comprehension. All she knew, at this moment, was that it was uncomfortable. Whitetail stared out of the opening. After fixing herself she was trying to decided wether or not to get up. As it was going now, the she-cat was not getting up anytime soon.

No, she couldn't just lay there. She had an image to uphold. Sighing slightly, the she-cat shifted up to her paws and carefully navigating her way between her clanmates bed. Poking her head out of the opening, she sniffed. Scrunching up her nose, the she-cat padded outside into the morning.

Her brown eyes scanned the camp. Out of the corner of Whitetail's eyes she spotted Shadeclaw slipping away from a group of cats. Remembering faintly that she had spoken with the tom recently she decided that starting up a conversation with him was not something she wanted. Letting her gaze travel back to the cats he had once been with, Whitetail studied Shadeclaw's companions.

Her eyes drifted to the ivory she-cat first. She seemed to ooze confidence and her name instantly stuck in her mind, Mistpelt. Whitetail had never a decent conversation with the deputy or the she-cat with her. Now her gaze shifted to the other she-cat. Birchtail was yet another cat she hadn't spoken to in a long time.

Figuring it would be a bad idea to get an idea of her clanmates. The she-cat padded towards the two other cats.
"Morning, Mistpelt, Birchtail." The she-cat dipped her head in greeting to each cat. Raising her head to look at each cat in turn.

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[Spec]

The deputy in turn, inclined her head respectfully towards each of her clanmates. The contours of her face cracked into a sublime, self satisfied smile, immensely enjoying the fact that she had guided two more eager cats towards Starclan's cause and her ultimate goal. Soon, their scents faded from her inner view, possibly distracted upon her next action. Always trying not to linger, she spotted the fresh kill pile, looking as meager as it had been before her first brief conversation occurred. Luckily, hunting parties were assigned previously, as well Birchtail and Shadeclaw's leave, steady strides towards the mouth of camp, where they disappeared from sight. With a contorted sigh, the noise seeped from her jaws, ending abruptly in a tight yawn, not wanting to appear tired or hindered by any way. As deputy, her visage was one who was often looked up to for support and ready poise – not lingering around camp lethargic in her paws. She was just about to turn and head towards the apprentice's den to assign a few of them to fetch bedding for the elders before a pure white shape padded up beside her, her head instantly whirling around with the speed of a serpent, keen on detecting just who exactly approached her. It was Whitetail, and the few hairs along her back smoothed down in cold confidence. A feinted, rather forced smile graced her maw, looking as natural as if she had conjured it naturally with ease. She accepted the she-cat's greeting with a node of her head, realizing that she had never really got a decent enough analysis of this young female's value and faith before. Now would be a perfect opportunity Mistpelt would be sure to exploit. “Blessed morning, Whitetail. I hope you have a favorable sleep.” Fit warriors were nothing if they rested improperly, where limbs could ache and stiffen, which they'd complain and whine like the newborn warriors they were. She hoped since Whitetail was of the fairer sex, she would have grown up by now, despite what mortal pains might come to her from time to time.

[Cloud of Diamonds]

OOC: Um....Birchtail left.

[cazzy]

ooc;; Oh my goodness! I am so sorry, Wolf.

Whitetail blinked, realizing that her second greeting had landed on deaf ears. Well, retreating ears to be more exact. Sighing she shifted her attention to Mistpelt, for the deputy seemed to be studying her. The she-cat raised her head just slightly, feeling no shame.

The she-cat had been told that she had a problem. A tendency to act as if she was better then some. Which, of course, was true in some cases. She did look down on those who did not believe, but that story was for a different time. Forcing herself to lower her head, so not to seem conceited, Whitetail kept her contact eye contact with the other she-cat.

As her words drifted to her ears, Whitetail purred softly. Blessed morning? Ah, today was a good day. Lowering her haunches so that she sat on the floor, the she-cat flashed a smile at the older warrior.

"I did thank you, Mistpelt," she meowed simply, only slightly worried that her vocabulary was not quite up to par with the older, and far more experienced, she-cat. "I hope the same for you," The white warrior added, a gesture of politeness she would have normally not worried about. But the deputy in front of her seemed to demand some respect.

"I see you have already had your handful of cats to speak with." Whitetail observed, "Is there something I need to know?" She realized, as soon as the words were out of her mouth, the she-cat had been pushing it. She had no right to know the conversations of other. She raised her eyes to the sky, finally feeling shame. The warrior took encouragement from the remaining Starry Warriors.

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[Cloud of Diamonds]

OOC: It's fine. Just didn't want Whitetail talking to someone who wasn't there. o3o

[Slug]

Willowpaw pushed his way through the camp entrance, a mouse in his jaws as he slinked cautiously toward the freshkill pile, dropping his catch of the day onto it's large mass. Then, without thinking, the apprentice turned away from it, ignoring his stomach's soft mumbles for food. He had hunted poorly this time, and was too ashamed to take some freshkill for himself, despite the rather atrocious noises his gut was making. That, he was too nervous of his Clanmates, fearing that they would chew him out for taking food when he hadn't benefited the clan enough. Out of the corner of his eye, Willowpaw glanced at two cats, then took a sharp inhale of air, his silver pelt puffing up slightly; forcing his long fur to lie flat again, his green gaze locking onto the two cats from before as his stomach growled again, making his ears twitch with embarrassment.

...It wouldn't hurt to ask, would it? He thought to himself, slowly, carefully making his way over Mistpelt and Whitetail, though his attention seemed solely on Mistpelt, tail quivering behind him as he drew closer to the two. "M-Mistpelt?" Willowpaw asked softly, standing awkwardly in front of the deputy, dipping his head low, and keeping it lowered as he stared intently at the ground. "I've hunted... b-but perhaps not e-enough. I a-am unsure i-if I c-can take a piece of f-freshkill be-because of m-my... poor c-catch." He said weakly, stuttering growing worse as fear dug it's claws into him. Would Mistpelt be angry with his question? Would she forbid him to eat for a moon because of his question? Oh, so many questions! So much uncertainty! Willowpaw didn't know how the deputy would react to his question, but it was too late to turn back now.

"...W-will I s-still b-be a-...a-allowed to e-eat, t-though? I d-did h-hunt, b-but... I'm w-worried that I've n-not hu-hunted e-enough to e-eat-- is o-one m-mouse e-enough, o-or s-should I...?" He left the rest for Mistpelt to ponder, his eyes everywhere but the deputy, shame clearly written on his face for asking such a question.

[Rolo]

((Wolf, please remember to use OOC. I've noticed you slipping out of it recently. If you could go back and edit your posts here and on your kit thread, I'd appreciate it.))