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Post by aspenheart on Jan 4, 2018 23:55:25 GMT
A grin spread across her maw. "Thing is, Dappletail don't like his leader an awful lot. Now, he's not moral, not in the least. Dappletail was meaner'n a badger, but Goldenstar didn't treat 'im right and he wasn't fond'o that. So, he brings the herbs like he's told, 'cause there's no reason not to, but then he starts lettin' Goldenstar believe he's strong 'nuff to resist the disease on 'is own. So, within a moon, Goldenstar's dead and his ol deputy is leader. Nobody suspects Dappletail, an' then he goes on and teaches all this to his 'paw, called Silverpaw. So everythin's all fine an dandy, right? Wrong." Crowfang purred raggedly, almost glowing. She really did love storytelling. nine
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Post by nine on Jan 5, 2018 0:03:21 GMT
Snakejaw blinks quickly. The story certainly didn’t take the turn he had expected it to. It seemed he’d gotten Dappletails character all wrong. He seemed to have quite the villainous streak to him, simply looking out for his clan but of course himself as well. “Huh. Well ain’t that something.” Dappletail used the disease to kill off his mean leader. Not only that but the tom proceeded to tell another cat of his actions. “Silverpaw rats him out yeah? I assume this ends at least with some sense of justice?”
He purred contently, eager to hear the rest. He made a mental note to come in and change Crowfang’s moss fro time to time if it meant she’d tell such stories. Made up or not, he was truthfully hooked. Perhaps he’d found his favorite clan member. “Can’t say I’d be surprised if Dappletail does everything he can to not take the fall.”
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Post by aspenheart on Jan 5, 2018 0:24:42 GMT
She shook her head. "No, no. Ol Silverpaw, grows up to be Silverswan, she's just as bad as he is. Even worse. Brilliant, best med'cine cat tha clan's ever got, but does the same experiments an' worse. Dappletail dies, an' Silverswan gets real old before she takes her own 'paw. 'Is name is Spiderpaw, an' he practically worships her. Well, he grows up, y'see, an becomes Spiderweb. Follows 'er 'round. Right into the Dark Forest, he does. After while, he grabs his own 'paw... now, this is where the story starts endin' how you think it should," she laughed. Crowfang curled her tail around her paws, sighing peacefully. This was awfully nice. nine
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Post by nine on Jan 5, 2018 1:23:06 GMT
It seemed as if none of his predictions had been proved true. Life seemed to continue on as usual. It seemed as if he had yet again had a wrong impression of Breezeclan. They seemed to be just a bunch of evil cats. Their medicine cats seemed bent on experimenting and playing god as they pleased. Generation upon generation. When Crowfang said the story would end as he thought he couldn't help but be skeptical. "Are you sure about that Crowfang? It seems as if I've been wrong at every single turn." He grinned at her. "Does someone speak up about what's going on? These cats can't seem to get away with what they've been doing. Whatever you put out into the world always comes back around."
The thought was haunting but it was truthful. Atleast in Snakejaw's case. Putting out good would generate good, and bad was the same. Perhaps it was Starclan, or some higher power looking over and ensuring the world stayed in it's weird equilibrium. Whatever the case may be, that's what he believed.
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Post by aspenheart on Jan 5, 2018 1:52:09 GMT
She nodded calmly. "There's a new 'paw. Called Tawnypaw. An' Spiderweb, he starts tellin 'er what's goin' on. See, she ain't happy 'bout it an' tells anyone she can what BreezeClan's med'cine cats 'ave been doin'. Spiderweb's a laughin' stock, and he's exiled the day Tawnypaw 'comes Tawnyowl. In death too, all these cats are punished. There's a lesson there -- two, in fact. First is, don't letcha pride get the better of ya. Goldenstar an' Dappletail. Silverswan, too. Then the next, it's what goes 'round comes 'round and ya gotta admit to yer mistakes." Crowfang got up then, stretching her old bones before settling down in a good position again. "Now, I think I 'yeard the huntin' patrols. Bring me some prey and do ya duties -- I'll tell ya another when yer done."nine
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Post by nine on Jan 8, 2018 17:58:47 GMT
Snakejaw heard the end of the story and sighed to himself. He had predicted the lesson and would take the words to heart. He watched as Crowfang got up, stretched and laid back down. His ears swiveled as he too heard the hunting patrol returning, hopefully with something good. The elder she-cat was dismissing him but not without payment for the story. He rose to his feet and smiled. "Of course."
He exited the den, heading to the freshkill pile to get the elder some prey. Snakejaw made sure to choose something filling. He set it down infront of her. "Thank you for the story, I won't forget it. I'll be sure to return sometime soon when I'm not busy." The tom bowed his head before making an exit.
note: aaaand we're completed!
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