SkyClan Journey A flicker in the fog | intro/fog

[Flickerpaw]

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Flicker yawned as they opened their eyes to see faint misty light of the sun setting around them. Squinting zir eyes ze peered out through the dense fog surrounding them. A few days ago they had left their twolegs den to explore the forest, not expecting a thick dense fog to roll in making them unable to go back home. Every turn ze made them even more lost and turned around. "Will this fog ever go away." Ze hissed in annoyance as they jumped down from the ledge they were napping on. Padding down the gorge ze looked around sniffing the air for any signs of movement.

They let out a sigh as they scented nothing, zir ears dropped with defeat. I'm going to be stuck down here forever aren't I… I might as well look for food, water, and shelter then. They thought to themself. Ze forced themself to keep moving while continuing to sniff the air for signs of food or water before pausing. "That's water!!" They exclaimed aloud picking up pace as ze got closer to the creek.

Seconds later ze has released that the creek bank was closer than they had realized dude to the fog. Eyes wide with terror as they plunged into the creek. "HELP" They shrieked as they pushed their head above the water gasping for air. They went to kick their legs out only to release the water was not as deep as they originally thought. Embarrassment flooded over them realizing they could easily get to the bank by themselves, especially since there was no current. Defeated and even more frustrating Flicker went and laid down a tail length away from the bank of the creek, furiously licking their fur dry. "I'm such a mousebrain." They grumbled between licks.

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[Hawkstar]

HAWKSTAR, 59 moons / SKYCLAN LEADER
A long-legged short-furred seal point tortie with one electric-blue eye; heavily scarred
Mentoring ROSEPAW ; mother of STARLITPATH
Prone to corporate attitudes, harsh words, hazing practices ; generally morally dubious
Tagging FLICKER

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Grandiose dreams of tall pines and soaring skies had dwindled in the weeks following their departure. There had been nothing but rolling fogs for miles now, their trek wearing on and on into some distant, ending wasteland of clouds. Perhaps, a type of grandiose sky, but not one that the leader had ever wanted: forlorn skies... but Hawkstar had not fought and clawed and grappled for her empire only for it to fall to the earth in some meteoric disillusionment of faith and strength.

Even still, their numbers grew. They had picked up some kits and some trainees, a few scraps of fur that - if they survived - would be used to strengthen SkyClan's claim on the forest. The Clans there would no doubt be some derelict amalgamation of lies and vested ignorance, bent by time in the same way a swaying fir would be. If they shared the same tongues with shared ancestors, then of course, there would be a certain amount of hostility that the forgotten king could expect.

Maybe... maybe their growing number of kits would be a better asset than her bedraggled, tired excuses for warriors. She could take Flowercloud and Snowveil to reason with the other leaders, get on her knees and beg for a scrap of mercy ("the Warrior Code dictates that no kit go unsaved, look at all the kits I ward! Am I not a great-mother unto myself, the mother of SkyClan itself?")

She hated even imagining such weakness.

A yelp of a cry roused her from her imaginings, ripping away the veil of politicking for another heinous moment. One of her more useless apprentices, no doubt, separated from their mentor in some attempt at freedom or assuaging boredom. Now look where it got them - stuck in another hole or puddle or - "If you don't get away from whatever you are playing in, I'll rip off your tail and feed it to your mother." the pointed king called out into the fog towards the wayward child - unknowingly beckoning forth someone very much not of her scattered kingdom. "Get over here. Now."

 

[batwing]

☆ It had been amusing to sink a paw or two into a wayward puddle here or there, but ever since Ponypaw's drowning, Batwing had been more vigilant. Eyes and ears peeled for the sound of running water, nose twitching for the scent of anything prey or murky water related. Hearing the cried yelp caused his head to whip towards the source, just like Hawkstar, shoulders tensing and ears now straining for signs of life. The shriek alone hadn't told him who it was, but he couldn't stray without likely falling in himself.

I'm such a mousebrain. Perfect. Batwing followed the noise, even though Hawkstar was calling for them to find the rest of the colony, but even as he drew upon the younger, he knew he didn't recognize them. Another one? Who is letting their young wander free? The brief thought was quickly kicked from his brain, Batwing clearing his throat. He was close enough to see now. "Hey, kiddo. You lost?" Batwing asked, his tail curling behind him. The blue furred cat turned his head back towards the rest of the colony, calling,

"It's a young cat! Not one of our own, though." Batwing's ears twitched, awaiting any response, before looking back towards Flicker. "You alright? Looked- Sounded like a nasty fall." A tiny grin found his mouth, amusement always filtered through his voice. "Or a nasty swim, dependin' on how you look at it."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ IN YOUR WAKING MOMENTS ☆ I WILL BE THERE

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• BATWING AFAB he/him, WARRIOR of SKYCLAN, twenty-seven moons.
  ☆ A tall, agile, blue and black pelted tom with bright green eyes. Extremely talented at climbing and cracking jokes when most needed.
  ☆ mentored by npc / mentoring no one (currently)
  ☆ npc x npc / no mate currently
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[SWALLOWPAW]

swallowpaw assumed the fog would be creepy, quiet and not so full of squealing kits. they've picked up a good amount so far, and the young medic wonders if they'll actually stick around. skyclan isn't necessarily skyclan without the camp, or, whatever forest will be awaiting them. it's merely a title, a hollow aesthetic. sometimes she thinks they're walking in circles.

the patrol stops suddenly. a squeal bounces off the walls of the gorge, ringing in the girl's ears as her fur stands on end. her neck strains, standing on her toes to try and spot batwing from the caboose of the skyclan train. oh. swallowpaw's body settles when it's just a lost child. "another one?" she mumbles, her jaws holding a bundle of herbs wrapped in leaves. "i uhm, hope it's not another kit."

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[[SNOWVEIL]]

SNOWVEIL, 88 moons / SkyClan + Perm Queen
A lean silver black lynx point with milky blue eyes and many scars
Delights in listening to all that goes around, can be a bit gruff, will put you on your place
Tagging @Hawkstar

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Snowveil found herself standing near Hawkstar before she could stop herself, her disbelief evident in the crease of her brow and the twitch of her remaining ear. She had heard the cries of a young voice cutting through the air, and though she prayed it wasn't another kit, a sinking feeling tugged at her chest. They already had so many to care for.

" Do tell. " she drawled, her tone sharp and edged with exhaustion. " Another young one? " Her blind gaze seemed to pierce through Hawkstar, though her voice betrayed more weariness than anger. She tilted her head slightly, listening carefully as Batwing and Swallowpaw chimed in.

By the sound of Batwing's report, it didn't seem like an infant, though she couldn't be certain. Still, the recklessness of youth weighed heavily on her mind.

" Seems many kits throw themselves into the cold waters these days without a second thought. " she remarked dryly, her tail flicking once with a hint of irritation. The words were more to herself than anyone else, a grim observation of the chaos that surrounded them.

DON'T LET MY CALM FOOL YOU

there's fire underneath this snow