Devout and Deadly [Mist/Vole/Closed]

[Spec]

Just because she was the leader of Fogclan did not mean she had to ignore her duties to provide for her clan, the basis of any relationship. She provided the food led to trust and ease...or so she had thought. Fogclan was running, recovering from the mortal blow it sustained during leaf bare when Owlstar still led the clan with her iron paw, cloaked from Starclan's light. Miststar still harbored a deep and underlying hatred for the black and white she-cat, each thought making her grimace in a scowl as she stalked the forest for prey. It wasn't that hard, prey was pretty abundant now, and due to her organization skills and Starclan's guidance, she was doing everything in her power with their aid to lead Fogclan back upon the road to glory. So the lynx pointed she-cat padded through the forest, trying to put her mind at ease. She took a breath, and exhaled slowly, relaxing her nerves as she spotted a bridled hare. The she-cat gave chase, paws flying across the grass as she set her body into motion, the elegant muscles rippling through her pelt as she quickly advanced upon the rabbit. The creature didn't have a chance, and with a lingering prayer for the deceased, Miststar plucked up her kill and buried it beside a tree for later. Her dreams were vivid, almost to the point in which she could not harbor a goo night sleep. This morning, when she laid eyes on the kits, she felt a warmth inside her, heart hammering as the sun peeked over the horizon - Starclan's touch upon her flesh. Shaking her head, her tail flicked with sudden absolution. One rabbit, two voles, and a thrush...not bad.

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[Rolo]

Volepelt wasn't usually given to idleness. His old clan had drummed it into his brain from birth that idleness was perhaps the greatest sin of all, since it was the easiest to fix. However, considering he had spent the last few moons working continuously with Miststar to keep the clan pure and functional, organising patrols and punishing doubters, he was sure that Starclan would allow him a few minutes of peace.Leaving the clan camp in the capable hands of Miststar's council, he had begun a walk through the clan territory. Hunting and checking the clan boundaries for enemy scents as he went, he allowed himself to think upon his current position and mused about what more he could do to aid his clan. Even though he was up with the sun every day and up until it set again, he felt as if he hadn't done enough for his clan. Despite his best efforts to pick out and punish the sinners, the non-believers still existed and tainted the clan with their faithlessness and doubtful actions. The resistance to the new regime had been as resilient and strong as he'd predicted, and if they were ever to make the clan Starclan worthy, he needed to do something more to save his clan.

But what more could they do? They were leading by example and they had just about got the clan stable, yet they had a few mousebrained cats that let them down. Was this Starclan's sign to them that they should get tougher in their methods? Perhaps these cats, like him, needed to be purged of the deep underlying sin, through a means more impacting than simple confession? It would make sense, but he had no idea how Miststar would react to the idea. Perhaps he was being premature?

While he was lost in thought, he spotted his divine leader in the distance and a purr echoed through his chest. Starclan had bought them together in a place where they could be alone so he could discuss his thoughts, it seemed.

Without another thought, Volepelt strode over and dipped his head.

"Good morning, dear Mistpelt." He murmurred softly, "What divine planning Starclan has if they bought us together in such a 'chance' way."

[Spec]

Prey came easily for her, Miststar's fit, sleek body was taunt with smooth muscle. Starclan had indeed blessed her in more ways than one, both mentally and physically for her tasks ahead. Fogclan was indeed adamant about resistance, why couldn't they see their Love flow through the things she did? Didn't they know it pained her to see them unhappy and frustrated they all were?

Drastic measures had to be taken.

Confessions could be forgotten, overlooked, but now, with the threat if sin still lingering upon the air, she felt the need to forward her advancement of virtue. Personally she would rid Fogclan of its original sin to better prepare them for Starclan's worthiness. Glancing up for her catch, her teardrop nostrils flares, flickering open and closed as a familiar scent rose in her mind. Volepelt! Her deputy would make fine company, and Starclan's mercy...she had many things to talk to him about.

Silently thanking Them, she turned to greet her comrade, a smile rising to her face. Despite the look of slight fatigue in her eyes, she was the picture of a prophet; beautiful and elegant.

"Greetings, my dear Volepelt. And indeed, they work in mysterious ways. I have much to talk about with you."

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