#flurrydancer

[lightclans-story]

Moon 13, part 3

Somewhere beyond the light, Starclan touches the surface…

Tw: mentions of death and depression

It was lonely. She could roam through the territory of these “clans” without being punished, but she can’t join them in what they’re doing. Her son won’t even look at her… not because he hates her, but because he can’t see her. She misses everyone she met in life… Caroline was nice… Safari was silly… Morpeko probably wouldn’t be the same without her… Doodle told the funniest jokes…

It’s just not fair. Is she even a cat anymore? Why is she stuck in this purgatory?

“It’s nice to see you again, Downy.”

That voice… tears welled up in her eyes when she looked at him… that beautiful tom that she… lost her life to… he didn’t mean to… but…

“Flurry? That… that can’t be… you… how…”

“Remember the snowstorm? It… it killed me. But hey, at least we can be together again.”

“I just wish I could have spent more time with Hootsie. It… it’s NOT FAIR! WE JUST WANTED TO HAVE KITTENS! WHY DID IT HAVE TO KILL ME?” Downy snapped. Her wispy fur was seemingly burning with ghostly fire as her anger grew.

Flurry could only do what he could to comfort her… “Can I tell you something? Owlweb’s a great guy. Always there for the other cats… Let me show you.”

Downy’s fire calmed as the Starclan cat brought her to the tunnels. He went over to the nursery, where Owlweb was singing to the kits.

Downy could only watch as Owlweb started to break down and cry… she could only curl around him and purr, just hoping, for once, he can hear her…

Owlweb is having trouble sleeping properly.

(Flurrydancer: A tall, medium-furred white tom with a light grey stripe down his back)

(Downy: A long-furred, grey smokepoint she-cat)

(Owlweb: A long-furred dark brown smokepoint tom)

Sorry Rhys.

[lightclans-story]

Moon 10, part 5

Tw: Animal death

…

…How long has it been? Eskerstar knew snowstorms lasted a while, but she hasn’t seen her clanmates in ages.

Did they forget her? Did they forget him? The cold seems way worse than it did before.

Eskerstar knew that she couldn’t make a fire, so she did the only thing that could grant her some attention.

MRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!

She yowled her heart out, desperate for a reply. There was none, so she yowled again…

…and again.

She was starting to lose her breath, but then an unfamiliar meow was heard, and pawsteps in the snow were heard. They were coming for her. They were coming to save her.

“Are you two ok? I heard you screaming from the town!”

“I don’t care who you are and where you came from, we need to get to Lightclan’s camp! It looks like a hole in the ground that has a way larger burrow inside!”

“I think I have enough energy to get you there. Just follow me when you’re ready.”

Eskerstar tried to wake Flurrydancer up, but… he was cold. He wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t breathing.

He was dead. The cold had killed him.

Eskerstar picked up the body and just said one thing… “I’m ready.”

The unfamiliar cat started to sniff around until they perked up at… something. They started sprinting, and Eskerstar struggled to keep up…

But then, they brought her to camp. She thought nothing of the cat, more focused on the fact that her deputy’s dead… but her worrying was briefly interrupted by a yell.

“FUCK OFF, CLEMENTINE!”

…That just made things worse. She can’t focus… she needs to know who’ll be the new deputy…

But maybe…

The choice was already made for her.

Flurrydancer froze to death in a snowstorm.

Clementine joined the clan.

Clementine confessed to Doodle, but got rejected.

(Eskerstar: A medium-furred tan and white she-cat)

(Flurrydancer: A tall, medium-furred white tom with a light grey stripe down his back)

(Clementine: a short-furred dark grey and white tom wearing a blue harness on his back)

(Doodle: a short-furred, mostly black tortie she-cat with a white face, paws, and chest and orange cheeks and tail tip)

And just like that, a curse has already ended.

[lightclans-story]

Moon 10, part 4

Eskerstar knew leaf-bares were terrible, but she didn’t expect to find no prey at all. In fact, leaf-bare just started, and she’s already feeling the cold nip at her pelt like annoying fleas…

At least Flurrydancer’s trying to keep her spirits up. “Bad weather, huh? I’ve felt cold, but not THIS cold! It kinda puts my name to shame!”

“…Yeah. Bad weather.” Eskerstar noticed a small snowflake descending after she said that, followed by a few more… and a few more after that. The snow was quickly starting to dust the territory with its signature cold, and the cats knew that the dusting would eventually become a whole blanket of snow.

Eskerstar dashed off, quickly hiding under a nearby bush, which should hopefully be good shelter. Flurrydancer joined her too, cuddling against his leader in an attempt to get warm. The cold was jabbing him as the snowfall started to get heavier, probably because he wasn’t entirely under the bush.

Eskerstar looked towards her deputy with concern in her eyes. “Are you gonna be ok, Flurrydancer? You can switch places with me…”

“I’m gonna be fine! My fur will keep me warm… you will keep me warm… I’m already feeling a little warm…”

“Ok…” Eskerstar turned back, but not before noticing that Flurrydancer was purring… She doesn’t know the exact reason, but she’s telling herself that it’s because… he’s gonna be fine.

Flurrydancer was also muttering something that Eskerstar could just barely hear…

“We’re gonna be fine.

We’re gonna be ok.

May the stars shine on us for just…

…another…

…day.”

A snowstorm descended on Eskerstar and Flurrydancer’s hunting patrol, so they decided to cuddle for warmth.

(Eskerstar: A medium-furred tan and white she-cat)

(Flurrydancer: A tall, medium-furred white tom with a light grey stripe down his back)

[lightclans-story]

Moon 8, part 6

Tw: Animal/child death.

Eventually, the clan is gathered for Lightningpaw’s vigil. Rimeheart still isn’t sure what the “one more thing” Eskerstar mentioned was, but he decided to just sit and wait.

Leopardscut and Eskerstar were whispering to each other as the rest of the clan surrounded the young cat’s body. Rineheart only got one part of the conversation, said by Leopardscut.

“It’s ok. You can do this.”

That seemed to be all of the encouragement Eskerstar needed. She approached the body, repositioning him so that he’d be lying down on his stomach. She stepped back, trying to choke back her tears…

“Lightningpaw… even though you died before you could be a warrior, it doesn’t mean you’ll stay that way once you reach Starclan.”

She stepped towards the body again, touching his nose with hers, and trying not to focus on the smell.

“From now on, you’ll be known as Lighningbush.” She stepped back again. “Starclan honors your perseverance as it accepts you into their ranks.”

As the clan looked on as Lighningbush was being buried, Flurrydancer felt something… indescribable.

First, he mentioned Mudthrift, who died right after she became a warrior. He mentioned Lightningbush, who died right before… he feels cold… is he even meant to be in the clan?

Is he even a good deputy? He… he can’t keep an apprentice of his alive. The only reason why he has Owlweb is because he wasn’t his mentor… and yet, he still has that thing with him…

…What has he done wrong?

Lightningbush becomes a… warrior?

Flurrydancer feels a sense of dread.

(Eskerstar: A medium-furred tan and white she-cat)

(Leopardscut: A muscular, long-furred tortie orange and brown she-cat)

(Flurrydancer: A tall, medium-furred white tom with a light grey stripe down his back)

(Rimeheart: a short-furred greenish-yellow and white tom)

(Lightningbush: A tiny, long-furred light brown tom with darker brown spots)

[lightclans-story]

Moon 6, part 6

Taffy decided to go talk to some of the other members of the clan to get himself more comfortable with clan life. He noticed Owlweb and Flurrydancer talking to each other, so he decided to join in.

“So, you see that shooting star earlier? Vortexpaw was pretty amazed by it!” Flurrydancer said.

“There was a shooting star? Mouse-dung, I missed it… I swear, my luck has been getting worse and worse… I need a sign… I need a sign that I’m doing the right thing.” Owlweb replied, digging a small hole with one of his paws.

Taffy laid down across from the two, tucking in his legs to form a comfortable loaf. “Trust me, things will get better. So what if you’re unlucky? You can still do the things you want to do! You can have kittens, meet the love of your life, or… what the…” Taffy made sure that he couldn’t be heard during the last part. He shook his head, trying to anchor himself into reality.

“Or… or what? I can’t even look at prey blood, let alone cat blood… but I know I’m still meant to be a warrior… somehow.” Owlweb replied. Taffy had to take a moment to think… his words seemed distorted somehow. Like someone else was speaking through his mouth.

“You… you could always be a hero! That doesn’t always involve… hurting… or killing… or… what the fuck?” Taffy couldn’t quite describe what he was seeing. There was… something. Something watching them. But was it… really there? Did he just not get enough sleep?

Owlweb and Trinity looked just as confused, and Owlweb had a look of realization on his face. “Is it… is it that thing? The thing that… I… I don’t know… I’m stuck with it, ok? I…”

Taffy rushed into camp, not even hearing what Owlweb said. Flurrydancer wraps his tail around Owlweb’s body. “Maybe we should get some sleep. I’ll ask Crevasserise if there are any poppy seeds for you, ok?”

“o-ok…”

(Flurrydancer: A tall, medium-furred white tom with a light grey stripe down his back)

(Taffy: a short, medium-furred rosette dark brown tom with lighter brown highlights)

(Owlweb: A long-furred dark brown smokepoint tom)

[lightclans-story]

Moon 5, part 3

Eskerstar was sitting at the fresh-kill pile with Cinnamonpuddle, and like the girls they were, they were chatting up a storm in camp.

“Man, it only seemed like yesterday when we found Vortexkit, and you’re telling me he’ll become an apprentice soon? Jeez, time passes way too quickly for me to keep track of!” Cinnamonpuddle laughed, before grabbing a small shrew on the prey pile.

“Yeah, it really does. The whole situation still kind of freaks me out, especially since nobody seems to be doing anything about the rumors. Even we can’t do anything about them, because we haven’t seen a cat that’s… alive… that fits the description.” Eskerstar grabs a bird, though she stared at the shrew Cinnamonpuddle had.

“Did something happen earlier? I know the other clans are brutal, but I don’t think they’d be killed on sight.” Cinnamonpuddle said.

“No. They wouldn’t. It was just… Creavsserise saw a dead queen earlier… apparently it was too late for the kits to be saved…”

Cinnamonpuddle turned to look at the prey as her face fell. “God, I’m so sorry… I don’t like kits, but if no cat is giving a few herbs to a cat that’s kitting? That’s… that’s just awful.”

Eskerstar set down the bird she had on the ground in front of her, before she turned to Cinnamonpuddle. “Yeah, it really sucks… also… I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what’s God?”

Cinnamonpuddle’s sadness immediately broke and turned into embarrassment. “Uh-It’s too complicated and I know you guys believe in Starclan and such, it’s just that I can’t simply forget what my twolegs said!”

Cinnamonpuddle then tried to hastily switch topics… “Hey, wanna switch prey, Feather-face?”

Eskerstar’s look darkened. “Feather-face? Is that some kind of…”

“No, no, you actually have a feather on your face! You don’t want to look silly when you represent all of Lightclan!”

Eskerstar shook her head when she heard that. The feather dropped to the floor.

“There… you got it… You… still wanna switch prey or…”

Eskerstar smiled at the invitation. “Of course! I like the taste of shrew!”

“Great! Cool! Awesome!” Cinnamonpuddle swiftly took the bird while Eskerstar calmly took the shrew.

Flurrydancer walked up to the two other cats. “It sounds like you guys are having some fun. Can I join?”

“Of course, Flurrydancer!” Eskerstar said. “You can’t watch the clan grow on an empty stomach!”

Flurrydancer’s ears have stopped buzzing.

(Eskerstar: A medium-furred tan and white she-cat)

(Cinnamonpuddle: A medium-furred brown she-cat)

(Flurrydancer: A tall, medium-furred white tom with a light grey stripe down his back)

[lightclans-story]

Moon 4, part 1

TW: Animal injury and illness

Rimeheart’s gonna be fine. He knows it. He’s been cleaning the bite that rat gave him… and what if it smells weird? He could still recover. He’s completely unaware of the fever that has grabbed a hold of him, and he keeps saying that it’s because of greenleaf weather. He doesn’t know why Creavasserise is so concerned about him…

Crevasserise, on the other paw, doesn’t really know what to do… he noticed the smell first and almost thought someone didn’t clean up the prey pile. His paws have gotten cut because of him trying to get herbs to help with infection, and even deathberries are suspiciously rare… he’s a little suspicious about it… other medicine cats shouldn’t be taking from Lightclan territory… Maybe except for whoever took over for him in Bulbclan, but still…

While he was trapped in his thoughts, Flurrydancer entered. “Stars, who made dirt in Rimeheart’s bite? I’m betting that he’s burning up and doesn’t even know it.”

Rimeheart squeaked. “I’m burning up?”

Crevasserise turned towards Flurrydancer. “Well, speaking of making dirt… who did so in your nest? I’ve never seen you be so rude before!”

Flurrydancer looked apologetic, as if he just realized what he said to the poor young warrior. “…Sorry. My ears have been ringing all day and it’s getting on my nerves… I think I should take a break from my duties.”

Crevasserise also called down… “It’s fine. I can try to help your ears… but I’m not sure if I have the right herbs to help… they’ve been so scarce lately…”

Flurrydancer asked one important question… “Hasn’t Leopardscut been scenting more loners on the territory?”

Crevasserise froze when he heard that… was that where the herbs went?

Rimeheart’s rat bite is festering.

Crevasserise hurt his paws while trying to gather more herbs.

Flurrydancer’s ears won’t stop ringing.

The clan has encountered an unknown loner. The clan isn’t sure what they look like yet.

(Rimeheart: a short-furred greenish-yellow and white tom)

(Crevasserise: A short-furred orange rosette tom)

(Flurrydancer: A tall, medium-furred white tom with a light grey stripe down his back)

[lightclans-story]

Moon 3, part 2

Trinity was a little confused by what Eskerstar said… he hasn’t heard of any rumors that Eskerstar would take seriously… maybe it was that cat everyone’s talking about? What was her name… Mudthrift? She seemed to be very important if everyone is reacting this much to her death. He looked at the prey pile, absentmindedly pawing at some of the fresh-kill in front of him. Nobody’s been saying anything…

“HEY! Are you going to actually eat your prey or would you rather have crow-food?”

Trinity flinched as he looked towards Leopardscut… he thought Eskerstar was the leader… so why’s she acting so strict? “I’m… sorry? I’ve just… been thinking. About these… rumors. Could you tell me about them?”

“Why? Don’t you already know the gist? So-called ”Hidden Potential” is saying that certain cats are killing Starclan! That’s all we need to know!”

Trinity looked shocked… “What in the…”

“And I think I already know how this is going! A spy for that “Hidden Potential” wants to join us so they can tear us down from the inside! All because they don’t want the truth to come out! If I catch you doing anything suspicious, you might have to-“

Flurrydancer dashed in, separating Leopardscut and Trinity, glaring at Leopardscut with rage in his eyes. “Listen, this may seem absurd, but you can’t say that about a new clan member! Yes, he was formerly a rogue, but he’s my friend! I’m probably his best friend! Is your Bulbclan seeping through you? I thought you didn’t agree with Dawnstar!”

Surprisingly, Leopardscut backed off, knowing the word of the deputy is probably gonna be worse than any other clan member… well, maybe Eskerstar’s worse, but oh my Starclan…

Flurrydancer looked towards Trinity, his expression looking calmer. “You can have the bird. It’s my favorite prey and I want you to try it.”

“Thanks…”

(Leopardscut: A muscular, long-furred tortie orange and brown she-cat)

(Flurrydancer: A tall, medium-furred white tom with a light grey stripe down his back)

(Trinity: A tall, medium-furred black and white tom)