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Post by ella on Oct 29, 2009 15:20:51 GMT -5
Dancingstar sat at the border, looking at the moorland longingly, the long stretch of grasses, separated only by the rolling hills. Her vision was blurred by the gold marks that were Foxstar's eyes.
It was obvious when she saw him, then Foxmask, the warrior that was a shunned. celf-centered, mousebrained, piece of foxdung that she just so happened to fall in love with.
The bright ginger of his undercoat, the white underbelly, his long legs, bushy tail, gold eyes...Dancingstar loved all of it. She especially loved his independence, the way he was so sharp with everyone else, but so gentle with her.
If anyone had told her that she would fall in love with a half-half-clan cat, she would've laughed in their face. She could never love someone with such a mixed heritage, unless that someone was Foxstar.
As Dancingstar looked at the hills, she longed to see that streamlined ginger body come rising over it, his bushy tail flying behind him, his long legs eating up the ground... Imagination took over Dancingstar as she thought of her beloved.
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Post by padfoot on Oct 29, 2009 20:31:01 GMT -5
FOXSTAR.
Belly fur brushed the ground as he lined out like a greyhound. The wind brushed his fur flat as he streaked across the moor. The scent of RiverClan was on his land, and he knew the scent by heart. His hard, stone cold heart. Dancingstar. The only cat that changed his view on cats from other Clans. He loved her sometimes feisty nature, the way she wasn't afraid to speak her mind. He loved her for her, not because she was pretty. But pretty she was. The way her pelt danced with dapples during midnight and midday, and all the times in between.
Ears flattened to his skull as he raced towards her, a blur against the land. She had surely sensed his presence by now, just as he had sensed hers, even before her scent reached him. He had departed his hunt immediately, in favor of being near her.
His heart pounded in his chest as he stopped in front of her, stretching his neck to touch noses with her. The scent of RiverClan burned in his nose, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been at the beginning. He was growing used to it, the closer he grew to her.
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Post by ella on Oct 29, 2009 20:38:14 GMT -5
OOC;; Eh. Whatever. Any post is good by me.
BIC;;
Dancingstar looked into Foxstar's eyes, this time really in front of her, the shade darker than amber, but just a tad lighter than gold, speckled with real gold.
She pressed her pelt against his, enjoying the familiarity, the pure joy of it all, the brief moment of bliss when nothing at all mattered. His WindClan scent was almost sweet when it reached her nose, like heather nectar.
"I love you," Dancingstar murmured to Foxstar's, not wanting the perfect moment to pass so quickly. She would be content brushing pelts with the WindClan leader forever, but she had to pull away, to look Foxstar back in the eyes, cocking her head a bit, her little quirk, searching through the love to see any regret. And there wasn't any.
OOC;; Next post she's gonna tell about the kits, just a head's up.
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Post by padfoot on Oct 29, 2009 21:45:00 GMT -5
FOXSTAR.
A purr rumbled deep in his chest. He was content to stand with her there all day, though he feared the approach of either of their Clans. That would be bad. It wasn't that he feared the wrath of his Clan, they would understand eventually, but he feared for her. Surely, they would attack the RiverClan leader, against even his strongest of orders. He feared the decision he would have to make. Betray his Clan, or betray his love.
She pulled away all too quickly, and his fur felt cold from her departure. "I love you, as well," his voice was deep and flowing. A calming effect used for the youngest of kits to the oldest of elders.
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Post by ella on Oct 30, 2009 14:20:44 GMT -5
OOC;; Know that feeling all too well.
BIC;;
Dancingstar looked at Foxstar, longing to press her pelt again, like they had before. It all felt so safe, so perfect. But what she was about to tell him required a look in the eyes.
His silky purr wrapped around her, warmer than even the brightest of greenleaf suns. It was so beautiful, so calming... She wanted to sink into it, never let it go.
"Foxstar, I have something important to tell you. And you might want to sit down." Dancingstar said slowly, her voice creaky, and not nearly as love-filled as she would've liked. Dancingstar sat beside Foxstar, and took one big deep breath.
"You're going to be a father."
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Post by padfoot on Oct 30, 2009 15:24:07 GMT -5
FOXSTAR.
His heart pounded in his chest. It was over. She was going to tell him that she didn't love him anymore, that she had fallen in love with someone else. Someone inside her own Clan, someone who wasn't part of every Clan around the lake. She was going to tell him that she had found a full Clan cat that she liked more then himself, and that she was finished with him. That she would prefer to going back to the seperate Clan relations.
But she didn't. A father. He was going to be a father. She was having kits. Well, she was going to have kits. His kits. "I-Wh-Ho-Wh-How did this happen?" his words stumbled from his mouth, and he shook his head. "Wait, strike that. I know how it happened. How far along are you?" He could feel the enthusiasm starting to build as the news sunk in. He was really going to be a father. But how was this going to work? She was a leader, he was a leader. They were in seperate Clans. His children - her children - were half-Clanners. How could the Clan possibly love them? "You have to cover our tracks. If you suddenly have kits without a mate, your Clan will trace them back to us. I don't think I could handle a war between our Clans. I can't fight you, and I wont allow my Clan to fight you. If you truly love me, then please help us hide this. Not the kits, I'm terribly joyous, I just don't want any wars," he was rambling. Only around her did he ever get nervous, did he ever get cold paws, did he ever stammer.
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Post by ella on Oct 30, 2009 15:45:09 GMT -5
"I-I-I don't know how far along I am. I figured out I was having kits yesterday." Dancingstar said, her tongue stumbling over itself like a lead weight.
She listened as his mew turned from a smooth stream of water to a choppy current, suddenly harsh and unforgiving. He didn't want her, or their kits. He said he was joyous, but saying they were splitting up was exactly the opposite, a funny way to show it.
Dancingstar's green eyes met Foxstar's gold ones, and Dancingstar's were glimmering with tears as she opened her mouth to meow.
"Huh. So you don't want me, or our kits. Don't say anything. It's obvious that when you say 'cover up our tracks', it means that we're breaking up. Of all people to say that, it had to be you? From you the words hurt the most." Dancingstar hissed, tears spilling over.
It did hurt, badly. She, in only six puny words, had lost everything she had. Her mate, her happiness, her love...It was all gone. She wouldn't be his Juliet, and he wouldn't be her Romeo. They'd become Crowfeather and Leafpool. Foxstar would find another mate and forget all about her, and their kits. It all came crashing down, down, down...
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Post by padfoot on Oct 30, 2009 15:53:54 GMT -5
FOXSTAR.
His jaws opened, then closed. She thought he wanted to get rid of her? His heart pounded in fear just at the thought of losing her. "I-I-You think," he paused, trying to pull the words together. "I never want to lose you, Dancingstar. I fear for you and our kits. That is all. I don't want anything to be over between us. I know what it is like to be shunned by the other members of my Clan for not being full Clanned. I don't want to lose you, I want whats best for you. For you and our children. I would go to the ends of the earth for you. I would run until my heart exploded, walk until my paws bled. I would fight a thousand hungry badgers rather than lose you," he heard his voice crack with stress. It hurt him to see her in such pain.
"Please don't cry," the words were short, his voice small and feeble. His gaze slid to the ground, too ashamed to look her in the eye. He had made the one cat he loved hurt. "I don't like seeing you cry," he whispered, his ears laying flat against his skull with shame. To hurt such a beautiful creature must be a sin. No wonder he was losing her.
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Post by ella on Oct 30, 2009 16:26:37 GMT -5
"I thought you didn't fear, Foxstar. You didn't fear falling in love, so why should you fear for me, or our kits? We'll be strong enough. I can give them to someone else, like my mother did. I can give them to Hailbird, remember, Poplarbranch's mate? She won't mind, and neither would Poplarbranch. Please, Foxstar...Don't fear for me. It just makes me feel worse." Dancingstar said, pleading with her mate feebly. Her strength felt sapped, and her paws began to give way beneath her.
Her paws crumbled, and she sank into the lying down position, now bending her neck back almost all the way to see Foxstar.
"Please don't leave me..." she whispered, before she was so exhausted that she couldn't think straight, and blackness ate at the edges of her vision, until the last thing she saw bfore falling asleep were the eyes of her beloved Foxstar.
Don't leave me...
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Post by padfoot on Oct 31, 2009 14:07:57 GMT -5
FOXSTAR.
Fear glinted unmistakenly in his golden eyes as her changing body crumpled to the ground. Now that she had mentioned something, it did seem as though her belly were bigger, swelling with the size of the kittens. He couldn't blame her for being exhausted, what with the responsibilty of being a mother looming just around the corner, the fear she must have felt about telling him, the misjuding of his reaction...
He sank to the ground beside her, his warm pelt pressed against hers. His head lay over her shoulders as she slept, pushing the consequences of what could happen to the back of his mind if they were found. She was in an emotional state as of current, and he knew that she would need his help to get through this. "I fear for you because I'm not the right cat for you. I'm dangerous," He whispered the words to no one. She was still asleep, oblivious to the world around her.
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Post by ella on Oct 31, 2009 15:27:52 GMT -5
Warmth.The warmth of Foxstar?Yes.
Two drops of gold.
His eyes?
Yes.
A ginger fire.
His pelt?
Yes.
A blue sky.
Midnight?
No.
Dancingstar's half-conscious mind shook itself awake, staring around at the clearing, the trees ancient looking, the grass springy and green, starry cats lined up around her in a shimmering circle.
No! She couldn't be dead! She had just fallen asleep...right? She fearfully looked around, searching the starry warriors, looking...She wasn't among them. Good. This was good. But why did they bring her here?
"Dancingstar..." An oh-so familiar voice filled her head, echoing with a strange sadness.
"Berrypaw?"
The words weren't spoken, but it was obvious to every cat in the clearing what was happening.
"Dancingstar, a prophecy has formed, revolving around your kits." Berrypaw's voice said, the strange ache still filling it, as if it pained her to see her sister having to deal with this alone.
"There will be five, daughters and sons of stars, whose legacy will live on forever."
Another familiar voice shoved its way into Dancingstar's mind.
"Thornpaw?"
"Sister, do not forget us. We live on in your heart, and your kin. Don't forget."
"I won't forget." Dancingstar said, this time the words tumbling out of her mouth, and into the ears of Foxstar.
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Post by padfoot on Nov 11, 2009 23:15:20 GMT -5
FOXSTAR.
It wasn't until her words echoed inside his head that he realized he had dozed off as well. The sun was starting its decent, and the moon was taking its place. If they stayed away much longer, their Clans would start to search for them. "You wont forget what, love?" His voice was heavy with sleep, and worry sprouted in his heart again. Had she dreamt something terrible, or wonderful, was about to happen? Did she still believe that he wanted to get rid of her? Abandon their kits? "I-I don't want you to give them away. Its your choice, but if you don't want them, I'll bring them to WindClan," his voice drained, and his gaze shifted from her. The worst thing he could do was hurt her, and he knew it was exactly what he was doing.
But he wasn't going to allow his kits to be raised by some other cat. Not a cat he knew nothing about. But, he knew, that by taking them into his Clan, he was forcing Dancingstar to do exactly that.
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Post by ella on Nov 12, 2009 16:19:08 GMT -5
"I won't forget my sister, my brother, or my mothers. I can't forget them. They're always by me, I can feel it." Dancingstar said, pressing her pelt against Foxstar's, remembering the warmth that had felt foreign all those moons ago when she fell in love with Foxmask.
"Bring them to WindClan, Foxstar. Bring them with you, please/ But one day...One day, please tell them the truth. I want them to know they're half-Clan, and they should be proud of it. They will be the daughters and sons of stars, Dancingstar and Foxstar, from River and WindClans. Their legacy will live on forever." Dancingstar said in a daze, half-repeating the words she was told.
"There will be five kits, I think, Foxstar. The five of them, at least one she-kit, or one tom-kit. They'll be perfect."
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Post by padfoot on Nov 19, 2009 19:28:55 GMT -5
FOXSTAR.
"Thats wonderful news, dear, but I think you need to get home and sleep. The sun's nearly set, we've been out so long. I don't want any danger to come to you or the kits. I'd walk you home, if I," his voice was husky as he cut off the sentence, his face jerking away from the she-cat. "Mous-dung! There's a patrol coming from my side, please don't believe anything I say. But for your sake, please play along," He jumped to his feet before the WindClan patrol had reached the top of the same hill he had crested earlier.
He forced his fur to fluff, the hair to raise along his shoulders and spine, and he made himself menacing looking. His lips drew back in a feral snarl, though the look of pain in his eyes was like nothing else. He didn't want to do this. But the patrol had gotten too close. If they came upon the scent of the two mingled together, they would automatically assume the worst, which was true. He knew his Clan better then he knew Dancingstar. He knew how little they trusted him, even after all the moons he had been there.
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Post by ella on Nov 21, 2009 21:23:55 GMT -5
Dancingstar had no choice but to trust Foxstar. When he fluffed up the fur on his back and shoulders, she pretended to cower, although he did look extremely scary.
"Please, no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to cross the border! Please leave me alone!" I'm just a RiverClan queen, I'll leave know, if you'll just spare me!" Dancingstar wailed, hoping that none of the WindClan cats recognized her as the leader of RiverClan. They all looked like fairly young warriors or apprentices, so they might buy the hoax. Dancingstar sent up a prayer to StarClan to save her.
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