#flurrydancer

Somewhere beyond the light, Starclan touches the surface…

Tw: mentions of death and depression

Tw: Animal death

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)

Tw: Animal/child death.

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)

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)

TW: Animal injury and illness

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)