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Post by laurelflight on Apr 4, 2009 22:10:47 GMT -5
Longfeather slipped into the serpentine tunnel, the yellow-hued moon hanging overhead in an abyss-like night sky. He went into the tunnel with little fear or notion of anxiety. It was a ploy; he expected to see no, "starry cats with the wisdom of the stars that wielded them." How silly that would be for someone like him to believe that. They were dead and trapped in the subsoil, which is where these ancestors would be forevermore. The atheist-minded Abyssinian continued his trek into the underground though, with ears pricked and tail perked up in curiosity. At least he'd get to see this so called moonstone now that he was medicine cat.
Longfeather was in favor of the method of assisted suicide via death berries for suffering patients. He was fixated with heights, shadows, and death. He liked the study of herbs too, often spending his time searching for them and putting taxonomy into play (ordering them by similarities and structure.) But, he had another field that he was expected to know. StarClan, the biggest lie/kit's tale he had ever heard. He knew all about religion through his history with kittypets who knew through Twolegs. It was just random stories that were linked together through some sort of unexplainable power.
Copper eyes gleaming once he reached the main chamber, the moon which reflected off the moonstone from above bathed the cave's walls in milky silver. Fur standing on end, Longfeather crept closer to the stone, growing wary. He usually wasn't affected by such spectacles, but probably the fact that it was inanimate and was just there fascinated him. Cats, not so much; they were toys. "But things like this," he meowed strongly, his normally water-over-rocks mew strengthening, "these are..." He circled the stone; in utter awe of it, he looked like a faded apparition haunting what it had once known. After several more revolutions, Longfeather finally settled close to the stone. He touched his nose to it (as was tradition to do) and drifted off into his black pool of thoughts and dreams.
He found himself in a clearing, bracken and briars scratching his pelt as he gained awareness of where he was. Longfeather also recognized that he was in the dream-state; something that he knew was almost too complex for most cats to come to terms on their own while dreaming. Black elm and aspen trees soaked from light rain reached for the stars above. All was quiet except for the chirp of crickets. Longfeather, unfazed, padded slowly through the clearing and onto a knoll. The small hamlet looked peculiar in what he assumed to be ThunderClan territory; it was more like something one would find in WindClan.
Suddenly though, shrill, non-animal sounding cries came from above. Longfeather jerkily looked up, his messed up mind taking in what he saw all at once with a fiery hunger. It was the she-cat, the she-cat that he had seen fall to her death so many moons before. It was the exact same moment. Like a replay - something stolen from his memory almost - of an event he had never truly forgotten. She was crying for help, but her yowls sounded unnatural; haunting and changed. She clawed desperately at the branch, but lost her hold. So again, for the second time, Longfeather watched as the cat fell and fell from such a height. Down, down to the forest floor to land with a sickening thump.
Longfeather was then disconnected. He awoke calmly, his eyes portraying nothing, but all the while a storm was brewing inside of him. Emotions that he couldn't put into words; dark thoughts... he wished he hadn't of woken. There was a part that he remembered most that he didn't have repeated. It was when he padded over to the body. Her legs bent in gross directions, jaw agape, spine almost completely severed; he remembered that most. He remembered that with the most clarity of all. Tail tip twitching in slight frustration, he rose from his spot by the stone, a yellow sun lighting the chamber instead of a moon. He left the cave and then the tunnels without a single glance back. The Medicine Cat just wanted to go back to camp and continue his game - still unaffected.
OOC: ***This post does not represent my true feelings on the subject of religion, and if I offended anyone with this post, I apologize. Also, I hope this freaked you out though. Longfeather is supposed to be a very scary figure.
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Post by Super Lemon on Apr 6, 2009 20:05:06 GMT -5
He is.... that was very disturbing, if that was what you were aiming for.. that dead cat might give me nightmares..
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Post by laurelflight on Apr 7, 2009 16:30:18 GMT -5
Wai, thank you <3
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Post by Charbarboo on Apr 7, 2009 18:20:43 GMT -5
((OOC: I love Longfeather!!! He's such an interesting character in First Life! Everything you write about him fascinates me, telling more about his strange ways!))
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Post by laurelflight on Apr 7, 2009 19:15:54 GMT -5
OOC: Thank you, Charb <3
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Post by Falconheart on May 16, 2009 11:04:03 GMT -5
AWESOOOME
Scared now about our thread...
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