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Redstar and Windfur get into a heated argument about Olive's care. Neither leave the conversation happy about the outcome. Windfur buries himself in his work, rarely socializing with others in the next few days.
Barleywave brings a kit back to camp, Warblerkit. Redstar covers for him on something minor. Barleywave blinks slowly at her in thanks. Shiverkit is happy to have a new playmate. Morningkit thinks about how small Warblerkit is.
Talonpaw asks Shiverkit how she's doing, and gets uncomfortable by her answer. He decides to tell Windfur about it, just because of how strange it was.
Hopechase no loner has a running nose. She notices Morningkit sulking around camp, and tries to cheer her up with a new game. Shiverkit is interested too, and offers to help Morningkit. Warblerkit watches with wide-eyed interest.
Windfur secretly meets with a kittypet at the border - his father and former clanmate, Ferncreek. He now goes by Lucifer by the groundkeepers at the Twoleg greenleaf camps. While Windfur tries to beckon him home, Lucifer declines. The weight of death is too much for him. Windfur understands.
(Windfur, medicine cat, male, 17 moons)
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Windfur brings Shiverpaw to the Half-Moon Dome. She is sworn in before StarClan as an apprentice, and like her predecessors, she vows to protect StarClan's greatest secret. Once she is given the truth about the Iris, Icypaw reaches out to her, and gives her a strange prophecy - very unlike StarClan at their sacred site. Shiverpaw wakes, and the Silver Box in the corner of the room turns on...
(Shiverpaw, medicine cat apprentice, female, 6 moons)
(Windfur, medicine cat, male, 20 moons)
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"Where are we going?"
"To the Half-Moon Dome," Windfur replied. Dusk had cloaked over the horizon, giving way to the dark blue sky. The two cats padded down a dense path, the ground firmly set from moons of travel before Shiverpaw was born.
Shiverpaw tried to imitate her mentor's calm demeanour, but in truth, she was filled with anticipation. She had heard stories of the Half-Moon Dome as a kit, and they always filled her with wonder. The very idea that special cats could speak with the souls of their ancestors - it felt like a dream come true.
Shiverpaw was always interested in the strange things Windfur did in the medicine den, and in her heart, she never really felt a strong desire to hunt or rake her claws. But the final straw was when she watched Warblerkit draped in funeral herbs, and his ashes being taken out of camp to be buried. She saw the grief in Barleywave's eyes, and she decided, then and there, that she wanted to talk to Warblerkit again. She wanted to see him in StarClan, and encourage him to leave a message for her to take to his father. If she could make Barleywave happy again, even for just a day or two, she wanted to be able to give her clanmates that balm.
The trek took longer than Shiverpaw expected. Her mouth was open as she breathed in the cool night air. Windfur must've noticed, as he stopped a few times and sat down for a few minutes, hiding under the guise of pointing out various herbs.
By the time the two made it to their destination, the sky had darkened, and the stars painted themselves above. Shiverpaw stopped in her tracks as Windfur showed her the sacred place she had heard so much about - and was very puzzled. Before her were the broken, destroyed remains of a Twoleg nest, its wooden walls were now crumpled logs layered with lichen and mushrooms. The only things that betrayed its former shape were stone foundations and stray pillars that once held framing.
It looked ugly.
"It's…um…" Shiverpaw started.
"The destroyed nest isn't our sacred site, Shiverpaw." Windfur's whiskers twitched, and for a brief moment, Shiverpaw could've sworn he looked amused. But if he did, he hid the emotion too quickly for her to be sure. He beckoned her with his tail as he padded to the side of the ruins.
Shiverpaw followed him until they came to a large, raised slab, cut diagonally. On its diagonal surface were large, metallic sheets that barely held onto their hinges. One of them had fallen off its top hinge, and barely held onto its bottom by a crooked nail. It was enough to leave a large gap in the top, big enough to fit even the largest cat within.
Shiverpaw cautiously approached the hole and stared down into it.
The abyss stared back.
Shiverpaw's ears flattened at the back of her head as she recoiled, her eyes wide.
"It's alright, Shiverpaw. It looks deeper than it actually is. The drop is about two tail-lengths," Windfur replied. Without hesitation, the cleric lept into the hole. Shiverpaw was right - she could still see the edge of Windfur's pelt with the light of the half-moon. She still didn't like how dark it was.
She took a deep breath and jumped after him. As her paws touched the floor, she shivered. The stone beneath her was really cold.
"Good work. Now, as you can see," Windfur turned his head forward, and Shiverpaw followed his gaze. He was staring down into pitch blackness, but she became aware of how enclosed the space must be, as his voice echoed downward. "You…well, can't see. But the space we're in is a long tunnel that has stone slabs guiding our paws downward. It'll take a lot of getting used to, and it'll feel scary the first time. But use your whiskers to feel around the ground. Put one paw down on the slab at a time, if you're more comfortable that way. It's easier to climb up than it is to go down."
Shiverpaw did as Windfur told her, and stammered as she felt the first step give away under her. "W-Windfur? Don't leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere." Windfur's voice echoed against the walls. Then, he said, "I'm not gonna have to carry you like a kit, am I?"
Shiverpaw bristled defensively. "No! Just…please give me a minute."
And he did. Several, in fact. Shiverpaw very slowly crawled down the stone staircase, one careful paw in front of the other. Just when she thought it would never end, she waved her paw around to find another step, only to realize that she had made it on solid ground.
"Finally," Windfur grumbled. Shiverpaw felt her pelt turn hot with embarrassment, but Windfur had already continued. "Now, we push past these two doors. You should be able to see."
Shiverpaw didn't know what he meant, until she heard a loud, metallic creak, and saw a subdued, pale light crack through the darkness. She could now see the staircase she walked down bathed in pale light, and yet, she didn't have time to stare as Windfur's shadow already pushed through the cracks in the door. She padded after him carefully, and saw clearly where the light was coming from. They were in a stone, square room, with a strange, dome-like object right at its center. In the ceiling was a small hole with crackled, transparent material covering over it. It must've come from the outside, as the moonlight from the sky above poured onto the dome, and reflected the light like water's surface.
Shiverpaw stared in awe for a moment. This was the Half-Moon Dome.
She glanced around the room curiously. Other than the spot around the Dome, the rest of the stone walls were held fairly well, safe for one spot at the back that seemed to have a massive crack torn through it. To the right of the crack, she noticed something very odd. It seemed like a Twoleg rest spot, with a strange, gray box with black circles on each side. It had small dots of colors and symbols that she couldn't recognize, and a long, metallic stick was pointed towards the sky.
"Um…Windfur? What's that?" she asked, pointing at it with her tail.
"Chicoryglint used to call it the Silver Box. She said that it makes strange noises sometimes, but that it doesn't serve any purpose to communicate with StarClan."
"And...the hole in the wall?"
"It's been here for as long as our predecessors can record it. There's never been any recorded attacks or deaths in this place. StarClan's light is powerful here. We can never be touched, as long as we are near the dome during the half-moon. I wouldn't worry about the wall."
Shiverpaw wanted to ask what kind of noises the Silver Box made, but she noticed Windfur looking impatient, beckoning her to the dome. She decided to ask him later, and approached him quickly.
"Now, here is where your official apprentice ceremony begins. Are you ready?"
Shiverpaw nodded eagerly. Windfur sat with his tail wrapped around his paws.
"The words that were used for my ceremony were a little…different. We medicine cats…or, clerics…I'm still discussing the new terminology with Redstar," Windfur mumbled. "For a lot of ForestClan's history, we used to be known as protectors of secrets. We still have to uphold a very, very important duty, and we need to be silent on a very specific piece of knowledge unknown by all except ourselves, and leaders. So, before we proceed, I need to speak these words."
For the first time since she became a medicine cat apprentice, creeping doubt settled in her heart. But Windfur continued solemnly.
"Shiverpaw, do you wish to share in the secrets of our ancestors, and to help them lift the burden of knowledge that has been placed upon every protect - …every medicine cat before and after you?"
Shiverpaw didn't expect this statement. She stared blankly at him, who waited expectantly.
"I…I do." What else was she supposed to say?
Windfur nodded, then placed his tail on her shoulder, and stared at the Half-Moon Dome. "Cats of StarClan, I present to you this apprentice. They have chosen the path of the…cleric, and they vow to keep your greatest secret close to their heart. Grant them the courage to have hope, the wisdom and insight so they may understand your ways, and guide their paws on the path of healing their Clanmates of all ills, from the heart, mind and body."
Shiverpaw was nervous, but she clung onto the final words Windfur spoke - she was here to heal her clanmates of ills. Barleywave's heart hurt. She was going to heal it. She was going to talk to Warblerkit.
When Windfur beckoned her to rest next to the dome and touch her nose to its surface, she complied. She felt a sudden otherworldly pull in her mind, dragging her thoughts down, down, down…
She found herself in a dry, dark field. The sky was pitch black. The stars were gone. The blades of grass below her feet were wilted and starved of light.
She looked for any sign of life, and was afraid when she found herself alone.
Then, she heard a quiet, whispered voice.
The Iris.
Shiverpaw turned around. She gasped and startled backwards when three, towering cats with well-groomed, dark pelts and blank faces stood in her path.
The thing that sent the omens.
Their shapes dissolved, their former selves stolen on the wind.
The source of the mockeries of nature.
The ground quaked, and long, spindling legs burst from the earth. They dragged themselves out and stood tall and opulent. They had no faces. Only bright, overwhelming lights. Their steps caused the ground to tremble.
Something beyond cat-kind. Beyond the lifespans of ancient Twolegs. Beyond the existence of the land you walk on.
Shiverpaw's fur stood on end as she heard a familiar, haunting howl - the same one she heard the night Warblerkit died. The cry of the Pale Herald.
We fight it. We disrupt its voice and slow its arrival.
The black sky above flickered to life, turning dark blue under the light of the stars. A kit-like cry reverberated as their light exploded outwards, basking the sky in a river of clear Silverpelt.
But it will not be enough.
The Pale Herald grew louder. Something was rising over the horizon.
We do not know if anything will be enough.
The mound rose higher, blotting out the sky.
But we must try. For nowhere is safe.
A massive, otherworldly planet towered above. A black ring appeared on its surface, and Shiverpaw realized she was staring into a massive, otherworldly eye.
The Iris must not see us. It cannot know that cats can speak with StarClan. It has already targeted Twolegs under its cruel gaze for their intelligence and power.
Shiverpaw saw large, towering Twolegs join the vicious Gardeners that wandered the world. Their screams were hoarse and broken. Roots engulfed them. She saw tears roll down their faces.
You know now the secret of the woods. They cannot be run from.
The Iris' pupil trembled. Then, it locked its sights on her.
But please. Don't be afraid. We will find a way. We will do everything in our power to find a way to stop its madness. Please, do not despair. We love you. We want to save you. Please, have faith.
The stars above cried again, their voices merging with the Herald.
We love the Clans, so much. Please, be brave, Shiverpaw.
The stars flashed with vicious, cutting light that blinded everything around her. The light slowly faded away, and Shiverpaw found herself in darkness once again.
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While communing at the Half-Moon Dome, Windfur receives a message from Warblerkit. Windfur hoped to communicate with an adult about Shiverpaw's concerning trances...be he can't deny Warblerkit's message was important.
(Warblerkit, male, StarClan cat)
(Windfur, medicine cat, male, 20 moons)
Meanwhile, Shiverpaw meets her first StarClan cat, Icypaw. For some reason, Icypaw seems either unwilling or unable to speak to Shiverpaw with clear words.
Her vision returned to her as she found her paws standing in a field of pale blue, transparent grasses. Before her was a starry cat with a dark, spotted pelt and green eyes. His eyes were pools of unknown emotion.
Shiverpaw's whiskers twitched in uncertainty. She slowly approached him, her heart sinking. This…wasn't Warblerkit.
"Who…are you?" she mewed.
"I'm Icypaw," the young cat meowed. "I've been watching ForestClan for a while."
Shiverpaw felt…dizzy. She wasn't sure what to say.
"Do…you have a message?"
Icypaw paused. His eyes narrowed and his ear twitched, a look of suspicion passing through his face. The young cat threw a glance behind him, as though he expected something to be there. When he looked back at Shiverpaw, his eyes flew open with surprise. Cautiously, he reached a paw out to the younger apprentice; his ghostly paw passing through her head. Shiverpaw trembled at the coldness of his touch and meowed nervously.
"I-Is something wrong?" The longer she stared at him, the more Shiverpaw felt like…something else was tugging at her mind. Trying to draw her elsewhere.
"Wait," Icypaw gasped, batting his paw again at her head.
"Stop that!" Shiverpaw protested as she backed away from the StarClan cat. The tension between the two was palpable, until finally, Icypaw seemed to decide on something. He gritted his teeth, anxious.
"A…A silver box for a silver tongue. But beyond its lies, the forgotten cry."
"What?" Shiverpaw winced at him. "What do you mean?"
"I'm sorry, I can't, I'm not sure if…" Icypaw cut off as he turned again to look in the distance behind him. Before he could finish his thought, Shiverpaw felt darkness swallow her abruptly.
She gasped as she jolted awake. She was lying next to the Half-Moon Dome. Windfur was still sleeping, his chest rising and falling gently.
Shiverpaw felt her heart sink. She remembered the vision, the cruel Iris, and the message she was given. All of this information was too much for her.
From the corner of the room, the Silver Box made noise. Shiverpaw snapped her gaze towards it, listening to its constant, rattling sound - like the hard rain of the storm the moon before. Her eyes narrowed as she hulled herself to her feet and padded towards it.
She thought she could…hear something from it…
Shiverpaw froze as her eyes fell on the crack in the wall.
descriptions / backgrounds for each of them under the cut (they're labeled in purple in the pic!)
A. blossomfrost: white molly with ginger tabby markings and curious blue and yellow eyes. she doesn't rly have a solidified story bc she's been in a lot of different groups and her background has changed each time LOL but she's one of my earliest wcrp ocs!
B. soughcall: light sandy tabby molly with ginger and lilac markings and yellow-green eyes. daughter of loners who brought her to cedarclan out of desperation. she was quite the popular cat and ended up in a relationship with her two best friends, softbreeze and owltuft. the three of them had a litter of four adorable kittens and that was kinda at the point that the group unraveled rip but... she loved being active in their lives as their mom at least for a little while!
C. duckcurl: white molly with brown tabby and ginger splotches, curly fur, and yellow eyes. brand new oc who i literally came up w yesterday LMAO so she doesnt have a backstory yet... but she will 😎
D. bellpaw: curly-furred tom with a pale, pointed coat and deep blue eyes. never really got to rp with him much and put him in several groups so his story changed around a lot... but he is one of my all time favorite wcrp characters. i mean do u see his little floppy tail. come on. also fun fact in the group he was born into he was the son of the leader 😳
E. bramblingwing: white molly with calico patches and amber eyes. my GIRLLLL i had so much fun rping her but this was towards the time when i started Struggling and my activity in wcrp groups took a hit so i never actually met the qualifications for her to be a warrior and her littermates beat her to it :~/ the group she was in went inactive but i ended up giving her a warrior name years later bc she was SO close and she deserved it <3
F. mudbelly: speckled reddish-brown tom with vivid golden eyes. i loved this boy so much :"~) he was very mischievous and loved making messes and going on adventures lol. he's one of my only ocs who ever had a mate (the others are oakheart and soughcall!) but unfortunately the group shut down before they could do anything abt it LOL
G. warblerkit: long-haired blue mink molly with white splotches, one lapis eye, and one cerulean eye. my LITERAL daughter. she is very very very anxious about everything and was going to have a very cool coming of age character arc playing off of the fact that her older sibling was clan leader! but sadly the group closed right before her apprentice ceremony 😔
H. oakheart: dark ginger tabby tom with long fur, black and white markings, and yellow-green eyes. yes his name is oakheart yes i am aware there is a canon wc character named oakheart no i did not choose to name him this yes it has grown on me. my very first wcrp character and one of my all time favorites 🥲 he was basically firestar reincarnated but thats ok. he was so much fun to rp and was just abt to have kits with his mate when the group he was in fell apart rip
I. claudia: long-haired gray and white molly with darker points and kinked whiskers. ship cat who ended up coming onto land and had 3 adorable sons who i TREASURE AND CHERISH: luti (golden brown), corambo (dark red), and camillus (gray and white)! i got to rp these guys maybe like... one single time ever before the group shut down but i love them so much
J. swanbreeze: pale gray molly with tabby patches, tufted ears, sea green eyes, a twisted foreleg, and a twisted jaw. my second ever wcrp oc... her group unraveled and her family unraveled with it LOL but basically when she was a kit she and her three brothers escaped camp and were attacked by a hawk that killed two of the brothers and brutally injured her. her apprenticeship got delayed while her leader figured out what her future would be (bc she could never be a warrior due to her injuries but there were already 2 medicine cats including her one surving brother) but then some evil spirits attacked and destroyed everything (yeah. it was part of the group plot AND part of the drama that ended up tearing the group apart! LOL!) and she got separated from her family forever and abandoned in the ruins. still havent worked out what happened between that and the end of her life but my vision for her is that she ends up killing a hawk that attacks someone she loves (maybe her own kits? idk) and then decides she's "earned" her warrior name and calls herself swanbreeze after breezeclan (her home) as a way to honor / remember her family :"~)
