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Ghostcry's body is found after the war at the edge of WindClan's moor. She's found by Songbird, who takes the body back to camp.
||Her throat had been viciously torn out,|| a obvious warning from who it had been from.
No one is surprised by this, least of which being a nearly warrior aged apprentice. Spiritpaw was never close to her, she'd lost her mind by the time she'd had him.
It still hurts to see your mother gored, presumably by a ThunderClan or ShadowClan cat. It still hurts to know they'll be turning a year old in a moon and have no mother or father to see them become a warrior. It still hurts for so, so many reasons.
But they were as numb, as uncaring, as Ghostcry was to them.
It's simply what a uncaring parent deserved, right?
"C'mon, Finpaw!" Chickadeepaw calls from up ahead. The little ball of a tom had run ahead of his twin with excitement towards the barn, a bright smile on his lips. "C'mon!"
"I'm not as fast as you are, Chickpaw!" Finchpaw objects, but she runs anyways.
All the other apprentice does is laugh as he darts through the marsh. A marsh that Finchpaw gets her paw stuck in…
Chickadeepaw is already climbing up the hill, his claws sinking into the dirt of it as he does.
"Chick, be careful!" She calls out in mild annoyance.
She follows after him, same as she always does on night like these.
The duo leap and dart around the fences, Chickadeepaw running into the barn with a bright smile and leaving Finchpaw struggling in the dust.
"Chick, I said be careful!" She calls out again.
"You're starting to sound like mom!" He complains. "C'mon, Lulu isn't dangerous."
"'Lulu'?" Finchpaw squeaks as Chickadeepaw leaps onto one of the gates.
"Yeah, Lulu." Chickadeepaw says with a bright, bright smile.
Left with nothing else to do, Finchpaw hops onto the gate alongside her littermate and—
"What is that?!" Finchpaw shouts as she points at the beast before her.
It's giant, like a tree, and solid white. The eyes are dark in color, staring at her as the beast huffs.
"A horse, silly." Chickadeepaw laughs.
"So you brought me out of my nest in the middle of the night to see a horse named Lulu?" Finchpaw asks her brother with a sigh. "Do you know how close to WindClan we are? We could—"
"They won't know a thing, Fin." He says with a roll of his eyes. "C'mon, just enjoy the moment for once!"
"Fine, Chick…" Finchpaw says, but there's still a tenseness to her. "Why did you name it 'Lulu'? Sounds like a kittypet name."
"Dunno, just felt right." Chickadeepaw says with a shrug. "I think she likes it."
Finchpaw looks at the beast again, the beast stares back as it huffs again.
"You always make me question something about you." Finchpaw laughs.
The Untold Stories is a WCRP that I'm a member of. I have had nine OCs in total (so far) in this rp and plan to stay until either I drop dead or the rp itself drops dead.
Note: Only the tag characters belong to me, all the rest are owned by other players on the server.
Minkbite bleeding out in snow, blinded and scarred and scared. That is what she knows.
What she doesn't know, is the flash of white in her blinded vision. Is the mocking tone of a familiar cat.
One moment she's fighting, the next she's on the floor, the final she's in—
"StarClan…?" She asks weakly.
"Yep!" A too chipper voice says. "Lovely, right?
"Oh, oh! Do you wanna see me do a trick?" The happy voice asks as a she-cat comes into vision.
Tansyspirit, young and lively, stands before her grinning ear to ear. There's other cats gathered around her, chatting and laughing amongst themselves.
"A… trick…?" Minkbite asks weakly.
"Yeah, a trick!" Tansyspirit replies. "It will so cool! Knock your socks right off!"
Minkbite just grumbles something in her half wakeful state.
Tansyspirit steps back before sitting down. She brings both hands to her head and neck before she pops her head off.
"Cool, right?" Tansyspirit's disembodied head asks.
Minkbite screams as she pushes away, suddenly in the waking word again and as Redshine tries to kill her.
She'll never truly remember this, but she won't forget it after.
Downfall honestly doesn't know what he's doing back in the territories. He knows even less why he's stakeout in a bush.
The other rogues, loners, and kittypets were wiser then him. They'd gotten rumors of an upcoming battle and talked about avoiding the place altogether.
But then again, when has Downfall been a wise cat?
His heart is breaking as he witnesses it all unfold, this little she-cat taking on two toms. At first, he barely even recognizes the feisty thing, he coat had darkened so much and patterns completely changed.
But then it dawns on him, that's Minkbite, the little warrior he's seen at Gathering bantering with her clanmates. That's his cousin.
And she's on the ground, forced not the move, as a red tom—
He can't watch, but can't look away, but he can't do nothing.
When the smaller of the two toms has gotten off and left Minkbite a bleeding mess, Downfall darts out of the bush. He barely pauses to make sure she's alright, just drags the little shape onto his back like he's giving her a badger-back ride… just like he used to when she was still a moon old…
He's sprinting through other fights, ignoring the metallic and unwelcoming scent of blood, as he focuses on one objective: Get Minkbite to a healer now.
So he runs. He runs, and he runs, and he runs. All along the lakeside, he runs.
Across the rivers, through the marsh, until he's found his original home again.
Downfall pants as he walks into the camp, ignoring any possible cat that may even be there. He's gentle when he gets to the Medicine Den, placing Minkbite down gently into one of the empty nests.
"Downfall…" Minkbite says weakly.
"Yes, it's me." Downfall says urgently. "I— I can explain another time, just—"
"They always did call you the stupid one." Minkbite huffs as she flops over.
Downfall pauses in his tracks. Of course, of course! Of course she'd say something like that!
But it makes him smile slightly, at least she still had her personality?
"I have to leave you here, okay?" Downfall explains. "I'll be killed if they find out I'm here. Don't tell anyone."
"What? Why not?" She asks quickly.
He doesn't respond as leaves rustle nearly. Weighing his options, knowing how few there are, he decides to leave then and there for his own safety.
"Downfall? Downfall!" Minkbite yelps. "Don't just leave me here! where even am I?"
He doesn't respond, he's already running back towards twolegplace with a heavy heart.
Downfall was never the brightest cat in the shed, that's what he thinks.
He was always doing something stupid… breaking some rule… falling in love with the wrong cat… Walking into other cats' territories.
The tom longed for home in his haggard, starved state. So what did he do? He walked home. He walked through ShadowClan just to see old views. Walking towards ThunderClan to see old friends. Maybe he'd visit a grave or two on the way, who knows!
"Downfall? What in StarClan are you doing here?" Comes a familiar voice.
"Cavewaters?" Downfall croaks. "Oh, Cavewaters! Uh… I can, um—"
"Weren't you exiled and chased out of here moons ago?" Cavewaters says with a frown.
"Yeah, but I wanted—"
"Doesn't matter what you want, Codebreaker." The tom growls. "Yeah, I know what you did. I saw you snooping around when we were in the house."
"Cavewaters—"
"Shut up!" Cavewaters yowls. "You put some kittypet and the stupid kits she had over your loyalty to the clans! It's pathetic."
"Cavewaters…" Downfall says meekly. "I— I thought you'd understand since— since you had your own—"
"Rubblekit is nothing like you." He scoffs. "She is as Clanborn as I am.
"You, on the other paw, stooped lower than Surfbee did and lied as everyone else struggled. You stayed well fed while cats starved. You found shelter when ours was destroyed." Cavewater rants. "You're more pathetic then Surfbee could ever be."
Downfall looks at his paws in the frozen mud, then turns his head to the shoreline.
"Cavewaters—"
"Get out of my territory, fleabag." Cavewaters growls. "Or else."
The small tom looks him over before stepping closer—
Cavewaters is launching himself at Downfall in an instant, raising his claws and raking them against soft fur. Downfall, for his efforts, does attempt to fight back as best he can, but he's simply too weak to face the much larger warrior.
There is a flurry of yowls and Cavewaters is grabbing Downfall by the scruff, dragging him closer and closer to the half-frozen river that divides ShadowClan and ThunderClan.
He's thrown across, ice shattering under him on the other side as he yelps.
Downfall is left to struggle back up to the surface on the other side of the river despite his weakened state. He drags himself from the water before falling onto the snow and ice as he gasps for breath.
On the other side of the border, a cat is calling Cavewaters' name. Rhinotalon…
"Nothing, sir." Cavewaters replies to Rhinotalon. "Just another filthy rogue."
And then Cavewaters is disappearing into the underbrush, leaving Downfall behind in the forest… alone again…
Welp, Menagerie was lost. Very lost. She'd left to track down some other would-be escapee of a show-cat, took the wrong turn, and somehow found herself halfway across the lake!
But it's fine, warriors were as rugged and handsome as they were deadly. They were also as dense as a filled trashcan, so that's lucky for her.
True, her beliefs may be wrong, but—
"Woah! Are you alright?" A tom. A tom smaller than her, somehow. A tom with one brown eye, one pink eye, and made up of a patchwork of black and white. A tom that sits at the bank of the river on its other side.
"I'm fine, thank you." Menagerie says stubbornly. "I was just looking for someone about this tall." She raises her paw to her just below her chin. "Looks like me, but not nearly as beautiful."
"'Beautiful'?" He echoes.
"Why thank you." She purrs. "However, have you seen them? Their name should be mirage, they're my baby sister and she's going to her first show soon so I need her immediately."
The patchwork tom blinks at her the tilts his head to the side. "You're looking for a lost apprentice? I, uh… I can help if you'd like? I know all the best hiding places around ShadowClan."
"Oh, ShadowClan? Is that what you call this dingy, frog-riddled area?" Menagerie scoffs.
"Yeah…" He laughs. "It's— this place is rough, huh?"
She flicks her paw, looking unhappily at the mud she's been forced to step through this whole time.
"Mind if I asks your name, handsome stranger?" She asks as the tom leaps over the river via a stone path.
The tom blushes at this before coughing abruptly.
"Oh, dear…" She muses, noting it down for later use.
"I'm— my name's— Imma Downfall." He sputters out before hitting his head. "'Imma'?"
"Well, Downfall, it was nice to meet you." Menagerie says in a too cheery tone. "Do you live here?"
"Technically." He says with a strain. "I'm moving to ThunderClan within the moon, I'm only really allowed to cross the border to take things to my new home."
"Ah, so you're an exile?" Menagerie purrs, a image in her mind blooming of something far more tough than the measly tom beside her.
"No! I— I left because…" He sighs. "I left because my family hates me…"
"Your family hates you?" She asks with false curiosity.
"It's a long story…" He murmurs.
Menagerie hums sadly, like she's begging for him to say anything else, but he doesn't budge.
So what does she do instead? She slides against his side until their pelts are touching. He squirms under the touch, pink blooming on white and black as they walk.
They take all day to find the lost kit under a log, the whole time she's messing with him. It's so adorable, she can't help it! He writhes and squirms and laughs so awkwardly that she just can't stop.
But eventually she has to, she has to leave with the young cat in tow.
They walk back around the lake the down the river until they reach a bridge.
"Can we meet again?" She purrs with a paw on his cheek.
"I— s— sure!" Downfall yelps.
Slowly, she dips her nose to press into his before pulling away. She bounds away before letting Downfall even say anything else.
"I… didn't get her name…" Downfall murmurs to himself.
Sootpaw walks into the clearing, looking around at everything with gleaming eyes. It was loud and scary, but Bluebull was nearby so she didn't fret much.
This being said, he still felt watched, like something was in the shadows following her.
The whole evening drags on, quieting before getting louder then quieting again. She covers her ears a fair few times.
It's towards the end, as cats are going about communicating with one another, that the feeling of being watched grows— who is that?
She squeaks loudly and leaps back as a black and white cat with mismatched brown and periwinkle eyes approaches her.
They smell like ThunderClan burst into a pile of frogs…
"Soot?" The small tom asks.
"How do you know my name?" Sootpaw asks frantically.
"You don't remember?" The tom blinks then sighs. "Of course you wouldn't remember. I— It's a long story, but I— I'm your dad. I'm Downfall…"
Downfall eyes trace over Sootpaw, making him want to shrink and hide.
"You've gotten so tall—" He reaches out a paw towards Sootpaw.
"You're not my dad!" Sootpaw can't help but snap as he swats Downfall's paw away. "My dad's Bluebull, the most chivalrous cat in all of the clans, not some mangy half-grown kit."
"Oh…" The tom exclaims. "Bluebull? Really?"
"Yes, really." Sootpaw huffs, nerves bubbling up his sturdy spine.
"Do— do you remember Menagerie? Your mother?" Downfall presses urgently.
"I don't know who that is either!" He snaps.
"You have to remember somehow!" Downfall sounds like he's getting desperate.
"I don't!" Sootpaw says as he steps backwards.
"Is everything alright over here?" Comes a voice that emerges from the crowd. Bluebull soon enough standing over them.
"Dad!" Sootpaw yelps before throwing her arms around his neck.
"Woah… everything okay?" Bluebull asks in a gentle tone.
She wants to shake her head and point at Downfall like he's a threat, but the moment she turns her head he's gone into the crowd.
"Home, I just wanna go home." She murmurs.
"Alright, Sootpaw." Bluebull says in that all too gentle voice. "We can go home soon."
Minkbite had never known her parents, they died when she had only been a moon old and her vision was still blurry. In fact, she barely knew most of her blood relatives.
It wasn't in her own control, not fully. Downfall had left before she even opened her eyes and Quarry's big fight happened when Minkbite was about two moons old, just before Quartzheart took her in.
Then there's the rest of her family, don't even get her started! Cavewaters is a idiotic meatheads with only fighting on his minds, Weaselbranch always looked like he was planning some coup to get his bloodline in power, and Lemmingspring was constantly bitching about how Minkbite was half-kittypet and thus made her weak.
Kinda funny for Lemmingbranch to be bitching now that Minkbite thinks about it, didn't the she-cat hook up with a loner to have Cactusnose?
Anyways!
Safe to say, Minkbite didn't quite trust or like her blood family all too much. They were either gone from the start, abandoned here, or were rude in some way.
…
Then there is Brackenpounce, the jokester of a old tom who had weaseled his way into Minkbite's heart after the passing of her clanmates.
He was nice, funny, caring, so many things that the rest of her kin seemed not to be.
It was nice, she guessed. Just having a shoulder to lean on after her mother's passing was nice in general.
At the thought of the she-cat, she shivers. Quartzheart, her mama, the cat that had taken her in when no one else did. Sweet, caring, the warmest and fluffiest coat to ever curl up into… Minkbite misses her more than anything. More then anyone else, she misses Quartzheart.
She still visits the grave of the lost she-cat, putting flowers there every few days before slinking off again. It felt nice in the Burial Grounds, like she could visit her mama once more.
Minkbite sighs and looks at the moss balls all around her on the rock… she should probably clean these up…
Minkbite hasn't been well in a long time, she'll admit to that. She's been on edge, down right hostile, bur no one blamed her.
She simple acts out, that's just who she is! An angry little thing in an angry little body.
But something happened, something snapped inside her one day.
Usually she'd be in the sun around now, lapping at her silky fur and staying as clean as she can be. It was her pride and joy, her own beauty.
It's been a week. Although she may be on that rock, her eyes are as vacate as a starless night.
She mutters to herself sometimes, words about gems and stones. Other cats pass her by, someone notes her ruffled pet and she barely looks at them.
Hunting patrols are called, she hunts. Border patrols are called, she walks.
Still yet, she doesn't say a word.
Well, she usually doesn't say anything word…
At night, she slips out, walking quietly to rest poppy flowers on her mother's grave.
"Mama, I don't get it." Minkbite says quietly. "Why did you leave without me? Why did everyone leave without me?"
Not even a echo covers the forest. Snow falls and she does not move.
"I just want your coat again. I wanna bicker with Dancingpaw, wanna laugh at Tansypaw…" Minkbite confesses, though it may sound mean. "I just want everyone back home safe…"
A tesr drops down her cheek and falls to the frozen forest floor.
Downfall can't do this, he just can't! But he knows he has to eventually.
He can't keep sulking in the streets when Menagerie is right there. When she is just a house away.
Maybe he should just leave, find another place to be. Maybe he could move towns, change his name, change his entire identity.
…
No, he needs to face her, here and now.
So he does, he walks to her door. He sees her, hears her breathing, smells her flowery scent.
Menagerie stands before him with a gentle smile and—
"I don't want to be mates anymore." He finally says.
Those eyes sharpen in an instant. "Oh, sweetie. My love—"
"A— and I won't let you under my skin!" He yelps. "W— what we had is gone, Menagerie. Or maybe it never even existed."
She stays quiet from her spot on the fence, perched far above him.
"I— I can't— you abandoned our kits!"
"And you left them to rot." Menagerie says plainly before tilting her head. "You abandoned me when I needed you most. When I was a single mother with newborns.
"Where are they now, huh? Abandoned with some mangy furred clancats?" She leaps from her post, stares him down despite her being a tail-width smaller. "Where are they? My beloveds."
"You never loved them." Downfall scoffs. "You only liked Oriolekit because he showed you affection. He's a kit, Menagerie. Only a few moons old."
"Oh, my feather." Menagerie fawns as she sets a paw to his cheek. "I always loved them more than you, just in a way no one would ever understand.
"I could watch those two sleep every single night, if only you'd been there."
A growl rises in Downfall's chest as he slaps Menagerie's paw away.
"I hope that, whenever they're old enough, they never return to this StarClan forsaken place." Downfall growls as his claws dig into Menagerie.
She only looks on soullessly, not even an ounce of love or sadness, just emptiness.
Living with a large gap in your memories, with a whole swath of childhood just missing, is a odd experience. That's what Stanley personally thinks at the very least.
He's missing out on whole few years of his life safe for a careful handful of moments. Like that whole summer, breathless and hurrying after two rowdy preteens in the summer sun.
Stan knows that summer easily, like the back of his hand… but everything else…
Ford still looks at him with those too guilty eyes when Stan makes a joke about not knowing what he did when he was twenty-something. Sure, he's heard of it, but there's a part that dreads looking into police records and remembering.
At least he isn't totally alone in this. McGucket comes by every now and again, bittersweet comments about amnesia almost always fly when he's around.
Again those guilty eyes from Ford, but that's a problem for another day. A long hug for another sleepless night.
Memories come back to him quick at first, then slow. Years are still missing, he barely remembers being twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, but at least he remembers being sixty.
Odd, that's a whole four decades… maybe he should ask— no, he can't take another look of guilt today…
Sootpaw walks into the clearing, looking around at everything with gleaming eyes. It was loud and scary, but Bluebull was nearby so she didn't fret much.
This being said, he still felt watched, like something was in the shadows following her.
The whole evening drags on, quieting before getting louder then quieting again. She covers her ears a fair few times.
It's towards the end, as cats are going about communicating with one another, that the feeling of being watched grows— who is that?
She squeaks loudly and leaps back as a black and white cat with mismatched brown and periwinkle eyes approaches her.
They smell like ThunderClan burst into a pile of frogs…
"Soot?" The small tom asks.
"How do you know my name?" Sootpaw asks frantically.
"You don't remember?" The tom blinks then sighs. "Of course you wouldn't remember. I— It's a long story, but I— I'm your dad. I'm Downfall…"
Downfall eyes trace over Sootpaw, making him want to shrink and hide.
"You've gotten so tall—" He reaches out a paw towards Sootpaw.
"You're not my dad!" Sootpaw can't help but snap as he swats Downfall's paw away. "My dad's Bluebull, the most chivalrous cat in all of the clans, not some mangy half-grown kit."
"Oh…" The tom exclaims. "Bluebull? Really?"
"Yes, really." Sootpaw huffs, nerves bubbling up his sturdy spine.
"Do— do you remember Menagerie? Your mother?" Downfall presses urgently.
"I don't know who that is either!" He snaps.
"You have to remember somehow!" Downfall sounds like he's getting desperate.
"I don't!" Sootpaw says as he steps backwards.
"Is everything alright over here?" Comes a voice that emerges from the crowd. Bluebull soon enough standing over them.
"Dad!" Sootpaw yelps before throwing her arms around his neck.
"Woah… everything okay?" Bluebull asks in a gentle tone.
She wants to shake her head and point at Downfall like he's a threat, but the moment she turns her head he's gone into the crowd.
"Home, I just wanna go home." She murmurs.
"Alright, Sootpaw." Bluebull says in that all too gentle voice. "We can go home soon."
Firecracker has seen him before, the pathetic cat with fur that hangs to his small-ish frame. They're still a bit larger than him, but not by much.
They're sad, that's the one thing the house cat knows for sure. They're sad, they're miserable, and they're likely a stray.
So Firecracker can't help but take pity on them, grabbing one of his half opened cans of food and taking it outside.
His people might get a bit annoyed about it, the younger one at least, but it doesn't matter.
The black and white cat appears eventually, frail body slumped in the shadow of dusk.
"Hey, you." Firecracker calls out. "You hungry?"
"Uh…" The shadow speaks after a moment. "Yes, why?"
Firecracker taps the can with a paw before pushing it a tails length away.
"Oh…" They meow again. "Is this for me?"
"Yeah." Firecracker snorts with a nod. "Can't have half-starved cats mopping around here."
"Okay…" It murmurs before stepping forwards.
With the other can this close up, he can really take in how pale the large patches of white are. They're almost pale enough to see through to his skin.
"Thank you so much for this…" The cat murmurs. "What's your name?"
"Firecracker." He answers plainly. "Yours?"
"Downfall." They say with a nod.
"Sounds like a clan name." Firecracker scoffs.
"It is…" Downfall murmurs. "I used to live around the lake… at least until I was exiled…"
Firecracker squints at them, watching them carefully as they seem to do a double-take.
"You almost look like someone I know." Downfall murmurs after a moment. "My apprentice, she's named Dahliapaw."
"Dahlia?" Firecracker says quickly. "Why does that sound familiar?"
"She was an abandoned kit, no one really knows where she came from." Downfall then hums and tilts his head. "Maybe— no, that's frogbrained…"
"What is?" Firecracker asks.
"Nothing." They blurt. "Just— just thinking out loud."
"Okay…" He says with a hint of suspicion, but it flickers away as curiosity gets the better of him. "Could you tell me about the clans?"
"Um… sure, sure." Downfall nods. "I don't see why not."
