Doefall - 12 Moons - Darkforest - Undead - Territory - Mentions: Rainpaw

As the clouds covered the sky, Doefall felt the familiar pump of blood through her veins. There was a crack of lightning, and her blue eyes regained their vision. The first gulp of air she’d taken in seasons stung her throat, but the pain confirmed that she was indeed back on earth. She moved stiffly and her vision was blurred. A deep gash lay across her side and she could feel the ache of broken ribs, although it was so minimal it could barely be detected.

She felt little to nothing and thought even less besides the sudden impulse to warn Terraclan of an ambush.

She caught sight to a young cat carrying prey, looking worriedly at the sky and stumbled towards her with much less grace than that of what she had when she was alive.

“Kill them,” she groaned, coughing black blood onto the dirt, “Aetherclan will bring an end to Terrastars reign. Do you hear me, kit?Kill them or they will kill you!”

Doefalls crazed yowling continued as she sputtered utter nonsense, taking heavy steps closer to the younger cat.

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Stonefell - 21 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Risingstorm, Jaggedfang, OPEN

Stonefell found some solace in the fact that Risingstorm was at her side. She'd heard of the Dark Forest before, but nothing could have prepared her to actually meet a Dark Forest cat.

"How do we know you won't kill her?" Stonefell asked, eyeing the undead cat carefully. Despite the terrified thump in her chest, the grey shecat kept her voice as level and calm as always. She refused to let Jaggedfang's taunts get underneath her skin—as best as she could, at least.

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Tatteredjaw - 39 Moons - Warrior - Minor Burns (Treated) - Territory - Mentions; Birchheart, Rainpaw, Dark Forest cats ID, Maplestream ID

The warrior felt sick to her stomach, the horrible stench of decay filling her nose as she got closer to camp. Her paws thumped against the ground as she rushed through the entrance, eyes widening in horror at the sight of these undead cats. "Birchheart- Birchheart this isn't..." She panted, eyes shaking. Her gaze managed to find its way to Maplestream, one of the cats killed in the fire, along with Stormstep and her mother, Willowtuft. She felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over her, but she swallowed back the bile in her throat.

She rushed towards Rainpaw and hissed at the decaying she-cat. "Stay away from her!" Her voice was hoarse with fury, as well as utter horror. Her paws trembled. Her mind suddenly wandered back to her mother. Was it possible that Willowtuft was brought back as well? The thought terrified her, though it almost brought her hope. She quickly pushed away the hope, knowing that the cat she'd see would not be her mother. It would be a monster in the empty, rotting shell of the kind, motherly she-cat.

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Jaggedfang - 65 Moons - Dark Forest - Undead - Camp - Mentions: Terrastar ID, Risingstorm ID, Stonefell, Open!

Jaggedfang smirked slyly at the small she cat, a lame excuse for the warrior. “Well, I guess you might have some incentive,” he unsheathed his claws in a threatening manner, “and if you don’t bring me to her, well, I think you’ll know what I’ll do....” he smiled grimly. His ears twitched, eyes glistened, and he came closer and closer to the she cat. His claws came closer and closer to her throat, he didn’t even stop for a second, anticipation building under his pelt, waiting for a response.

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Mintwhisper - 33 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Rainpaw, Doefall, Open!

The red she-cat eventually slowed down as she got further away from camp, her heart racing as she slowly regained control over her breathing. Being away from camp had not necessarily meant she was free from the undead, she had glimpsed at shadowy figures roaming around the territory. Eventually she relaxed enough to think clearly, her mint green eyes darting around her surroundings. It felt somewhat like being a rouge again. Her vitiligo speckled pelt was still fluffed up and her claws were unseathed. She let out a slow breath, her eyes closing momentarily. She was okay.

.... but were her clanmates okay? Guilt tugged at her stomach suddenly as the thought entered her mind. Who knew if those cats were harmless? They could touch them for goodness sake! Her clanmates could be in danger, why had she left them?! Mintwhisper quietly built up her courage and started to trot back to camp, admittedly a bit hesitant. She was overwhelmed, but her clanmates might be too.

Then the warrior heard a moaning yowl of yet another undead warrior, it seemed to be speaking to someone. Mintwhisper’s ears flattened as she started to creep toward the noise, careful to avoid detection. She popped her red head out of a nearby bush and spotted the remains of a warrior inching toward Rainpaw, protectiveness surged up to replace her fear and Mintwhisper launches out of her hiding spot with a viscous growl. She raked a paw in the undead cat’s general direction, warning it not to come any closer as she stood in front of the apprentice. “I don’t believe you....” she growled, she was unaware of how intimidating or scary she might appear to be. “Go back to your grave before a dig one for you.”

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Rainpaw - 12 Moons - Apprentice - Gash on Left Thigh (partially healed) - Territory - Mentions: Tatteredjaw, Mintwhisper

The clouds had swirled into the sky, making the forest dark and dreadful. Rainpaw dropped her prey in utter horror as the rotting cat stalked towards her, yowling madness - but she didn’t move. A chill ran down her back and made her fur stand straight up, but more and anything she was intrigued. What was this cat talking about? Terraclan was on good terms with Aetherclan. As she coughed, specks of the dead cats blood, black and thick, splattered on Rainpaw’s face.

Thankfully, Tatteredjaw appeared from the foliage and stepped in front of Rainpaw. The sturdy warrior yelled at the rotting white cat, and soon after, Mintwhisper appeared to do the same, throwing a slash in the cats direction.

“This is a trick,” Rainpaw sputtered, laying her ears flat against her skull and taking a few steps back, “Aetherclan would never hurt Terraclan. There’s no need for violence if we’re on good terms!”

Rainpaw said all of this frantically, rapidly zipping through the words as if she might die before she got them out.

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Doefall - 12 Moons - Darkforest - Undead - Territory - Mentions: Rainpaw, Tatterjaw, Mintwhisper

A low chuckle made its way out of Doefall’s burning chest. Her words felt as though they were being forced from her throat, but no matter how much it stung, she couldn’t stop talking.

“Mousebrains!” She spat, suddenly glaring at the cats around her, “I’m warning you! You should be thanking me…

“…But that’s all you ever do, isn’t it? Isn’t it!? Clan cats…you only ever resort to violence - to bloodshed - to -“ she gasped, coughing between words and staining her muzzle with more darkened blood. Pain started to come back in massive waves, her skin heated - she felt alive .

“To the slaughter of your own!” She stood up to her full height, easily looking the red, speckled she cat in the eyes, “The clans were a mistake. Starclan failed you all by letting the killing of thousands of cats go on. And for what? A rabbit? The right to a couple foxlengths of territory?”

She chuckled again, turning to the young gray she cat, “And you,” she scowled, words forced out her mouth, “Stupid kit! Of course there’s no need! There’s never a need! But by the time your paws are covered in blood and you’ve realized what you’ve done, it’ll be too late to save you.”

Doefalls blue eyes started to lose their vision again. She looked at a dark blur she assumed to be the shorter warrior, “I warned you. I told you this would happen. I begged you not to hurt them but you didn’t listen to me! I was condemned! And when I tried to warn the others you called me a monster!” She screeched louder then before crowding into the warrior’s face, gasping, “I was saving them! They were kits and they didn’t deserve to be born into this terrible world!”

Desperately, a crazed look in her eyes, Doefall looked towards the blur of light gray fur as a great pressure in her head increased, “Right Mistpelt? Tell Pinestar I was saving those kits!”

Finally, the dead cat went into a coughing fit before spitting up massive amounts of black ooze, eyes going blank as she fell to the ground and started to mutter on about Aetherclans plan to kill Terrastar.

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Stonefell - 21 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Risingstorm, Jaggedfang, Birchheart ID, OPEN

Stonefell swallowed thickly, her nubbed tail twitching anxiously behind her. Despite the cold fear coiling inside her gut, begging her to turn tail and run, the tiny shecat did not budge an inch. Despite the stinging pain of the Dark Forest cat's gnarly claws pricking her throat, Stonefell refused to back down.

She kept her cold eyes trained on Jaggedfang's own as if she dared him to try her. After a beat of silence, Stonefell flicked her eyes to Risingstorm—noting the poor tom's terrified expression—and nodded towards Birchheart's den, urging him to fetch their deputy.

"You may meet with Birchheart," Stonefell drawled, returning her iced gaze to the ghostly tom. "But you will meet with her here, in the middle of the camp."

"If that is not to your liking, you may me if you must," she dared, ignoring how the freezing fear began to burn tilting her head to the side, "but know that it won't get you anywhere."

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Mintwhisper - 33 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Rainpaw, Doefall, Tatteredjaw, Open!

Mintwhisper felt somewhat more reassured when she noticed Tatteredjaw had come to aid her. She distantly heard Rainpaw muttering, however she was more focused on the threat before her. The red she-cat was still freaked out and at the moment she didn’t know how good of a comfort she could be to the apprentice. She did catch the end of Rainpaw’s sentence. As much as the young cat could say that Aetherclan and Terraclan wouldn’t fight, the two clans were neither allies or enemies. It was always a possibility that the peace would break.

She focused her attention back on Doefall. The undead cat had started to flail as it replayed its message. The speckled she-cat had to admit the otherworldly creature before her made some good points, why did the clans almost always solve problems through fighting? Questions started to bubble up inside her but she tried her best to mask her doubt. This was just a dead cat sent to cause chaos. It’s didnt mean anything. It- Mintwhisper paused when Doefall mentioned Starclan. Were these spirits roaming the forest not from there?

The dark forest warrior continued to spit at them and some drops of dark blood scattered across the red warriors face. But then things got personal, the deranged spirit started to growl about kits and how she was called a monster. What had the undead warrior done? Cold fear washed through Mintwhisper as she thought about what Doefall meant by saving the kits. Could she have- no! No cat in their right mind would do that to innocent children. The fluffy vitiligo she-cat let out a breath she was holding, the end turning into a small hiss. She was starting to calm down again, rationality returning to her.

Just before Doefall collapsed she had yelled at a cat named Mistpelt. While seeing the fiend seemed to be immobilized for now reassured her, Mintwhisper was still wary. She kept an eye on Doefall as she began to re-process all that had been said. The zombie had seemed to mistake Stonefell or maybe Rainpaw for another cat, she couldn’t help but wonder what Doefe had done during her life. Taking a deep breath Mintwhisper spoke, “We, We should head back to camp.... The place is overflowing with these spirits....” And she had run away from them at first....

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Sootheart - 13 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: open


Today started out well. Sootheart had eaten a nice fat mouse, groomed her silky fur, chatted idly with Cherryblaze, was generally having a good day. Then the next thing the grey she cat knows, cats long dead were reviving. Her heart stops before immediately working double time and her fur puffs out, her black tail looking like a second cat attached to her backside.

Sootheart swipes at the scurrying skele-prey that are running about. Frustration grows in her as every one she breaks apart reassembles again. She grits her teeth and hits them away, trying her hardest to keep them from the nursery. It figures this will happen when Terrastar is away. She hits another skeleton away, growling at them. Sootheart would much rather be out fighting the real threats, the undead cats hissing and yowling everywhere, but she can't let the vile undead prey get to the kits either so here the young warrior stays, reluctantly.

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Addermask - 36 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Sootheart, Stonefell, Risingstorm, Jaggedfang, OPEN

Addermask had been out hunting, alone for a bit of privacy, only for a freshly killed vole to return to life. Not long after, he saw the shades of cats and discovered the undead within their territory. Far too much to face alone, he turned tail and ran towards camp. In arriving there, he oddly didn’t feel much more comfort, only icy fear shooting down his back when he saw the other cats of Terraclan were struggling at least as much as him. Terrastar wasn’t nearby, Birchheart was out supervising Rainpaw’s assessment, and their medicine cat was dead. So instead somehow he felt as if he had to do something, because Sootheart seemed to be panicking over prey trying to get into the empty nursery and there was an undead cat with its claws on Stonefell’s neck. So despite knowing it was quite the bad idea, he snuck up behind the undead cat and growled.
“You will leave this clan alone, or we will tear you to shreds!”
It was mostly an empty threat--could you kill something already dead?--but he was willing to see how easy it was to rip an undead cat apart. He was fairly certain it didn’t go against the Warrior Code, at least. Also while his mother had told him about Starclan, he hadn’t quite believed it. Now he was sure starry spirit cats were the least of his issues. For once he understood his siblings preference for no responsibilities.

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Rainpaw - 12 Moons - Apprentice - Gash on Left Thigh (partially healed) - Territory - Mentions: Tatteredjaw, Mintwhisper

As the strange white cat collapsed, eyes going blank, Rainpaw stared in utter disbelief. The cat was most certainly mad, as there wasn’t a single cat she knew named Mistpelt or Pinestar. The apprentice wiped off the blackened blood her muzzle, grimacing at its gooey consistency and strong odor.

The gray she cat nodded at Mintwhisper. If there were more cats like this roaming around, it could mean trouble for the clan.

“You don’t think they’re messengers or prophets of some sort, do you?” Rainpaw mewed with a shiver, eyeing the dead cats twitching body. If the cat was right, Terraclan would be at a disadvantage. Aetherclan was at least a few cats stronger, and Terraclans numbers were slowly dwindling. I’ll die before I even become a warrior, Rainpaw thought grimly, thinking back to the strong cats she’d seen at the border a while back.

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Birchheart - 25 Moons - Deputy - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Tatteredjaw, Rainpaw, Dark Forest Cats, Open!

Birchheart stopped in her tracks as the wretched smell of decaying flesh filled her nose. She scrunched it up in disgust, “Let’s go Tatteredjaw, Rainpaw is ahead of us.” Birchheart ordered. She ran towards the clearing, suddenly spotting Mintwhisper and Rainpaw talking to a deranged “zombie cat”. She growled at the cat, and bounded up to her. She stood beside Mintwhisper, head and chin up, using her position as advantage. “Who are you, and why are you spreading preposterous lies!” Birchheart demanded. The zombie soon walked off, no longer a threat. “Let’s head back to camp, Tatteredjaw and I need to talk to Rainpaw, but Mintwhisper, you can head home.” Birchheart meowed.

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