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Pyrestar

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Aug 9 2017, 12:38 AM
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RiverClan Leader || Tom || 54 Moons

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In his dreams Pyrestar wanders for a long time. He's walking along the outer edge of the river, but its filled with fire.</p>
The bright, fiery embers that carry on the wind are comforting, familiar. He follows their movements through the air, flickering bright before going out.</p>
A single rose petal floats by, twirling on the slight summer breeze. Somehow it seems out of place, the color too bright, too clean for the dusty, cracked earth around him.
It’s joined by several others, all spinning and turning on a melody that he cannot hear, a dance both improvised and choreographed.</p>
The dark tom follows the wind borne petals, one paw in front of the other, quietly watching the petals as they whisper by, gifting secrets spoken in tongues he cannot understand.
He approaches a city, one that he recognizes with painfully familiarity. The buildings are long-abandoned, detached from the earth, their framework suspended in the silent air as rubble and broken glass floats in scattered patterns around them. The floating structures move slightly, some drifting further upwards, some slowly coming down.</p>
<i>The buildings on the way to the lab, the nightmare.</i>
The wayward petals give way to full-blown flowers, red roses lying in the street, fresh and bright in the dirty grays of the city. Pyrestar follows the shaky line of flowers winding through the main road to the floating ruins of a broken skyscraper.</p>
Rusted steel beams hover in staggered lines like stairs, leading upwards towards a chunk of mangled debris. There’s a cat standing there, facing away from him, watching the sky and clad in stars. Bright, swirling galaxies fill the horizon, bits and pieces of them glitching in and out of existence, their movement halting, catching, as if run by gears that didn’t quite fit together right.</p>
He ascends the beams, one by one. They dip slightly under his weight, but remain steady in their place. His paws do not falter as he gradually climbs upward.</p>
He reaches the top, and is met with a small garden of beautiful red roses. There are no vines, no thorns, only the flowers, their outer petals slowly peeling off and fluttering away in the breeze.</p>
The cat sitting in front of him plucks a rose calmly, gently holds it up to his face, inhaling its fragrance with a contented hum. Pyrestar watches the motion intently as a wistful, faraway expression passes over the other feline’s face.</p>
“You could paint the town red.” He comments. The words fall from his lips before he even realizes he’s speaking, as if, perhaps, they were always meant to be said.</p>
The starry cat exhales gently, then lets the rose catch the wind and drift away, petals peeling off piece by piece.</p>
“You already have.”</p>
The cat turns, what Pyrestar thought were more rose petals are blood. In fact, all of the roses are blood now as they seemingly melt off of bushes into puddles on the ground. The StarClanner's face is dripping blood from the eyes, nose, ears, but she's smiling as if not noticing. </p>
Pyrestar steps back in alarm, nearly tripping over his own tail, but the building has shrunk without his knowledge and his back paw steps off into air and he's falling-falling-falling down into the pool of blood roses that now filled the city. He opens his mouth to scream but too late, he hits the liquid and the blood fills his lungs. The sharp, sweet scent of it all floods his senses and he drowns in it.</p>

Lurching awake he's met with the freezing cold cage around him.</p>
What time was it? What day? What season? It had all blended together upon arriving here, he honestly could not begin to guess how long he'd been trapped here behind cold steel and chilled air, how long he'd been away from his clan who, no doubt, probably moved on by now.</p>
Pyrestar lifted his head slowly from the metal flooring of the crate, the prickling sensation of stiff fur along his head and side made him inwardly grimace-the two-legs had done it, put a blade to him that cut not skin but his pelt and a clean swath ran from neck to side where they could put their sharp sticks and wires without tangling in his fur. It was awful, he felt exposed, but his biting and his claws had done nothing to put them off harassing him aside from more abuse battered across his frame. </p>
Slowly, gradually, the fight left him as time began to drag on. He would die here, of that he was certain, and for once he despised the additional lives StarClan granted him. There was no reprieve from this hell.</p>

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i'm 666 if you threaten my development (x)

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Jul 31 2017, 06:46 PM
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RiverClan Leader || Tom || 54 Moons

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He was not usually so callous, so foolish. Pyrestar was, if anything, borderline paranoid in his actions so each step was taken meticulously and carefully as if the ground itself was set to erupt at any moment. To find himself in such a situation was unheard of, yet here he was.</p>
The panic he'd felt moments before subsided briefly as he turned in the cage that trapped him, it was just big enough he had room to maneuver but it was obviously made for cats of much smaller sizes than his own. The dark tom huffed, composed himself as he looked for a way out only to hear a sudden thundering that set his fur bristling and in horror he saw a large monster, usually known to be running only along the thunderpath, roll up.</p>
At first he stiffened, worried it was going to run right over him but it stopped a few feet away, much to his relief. He didn't know if even StarClan could heal such damage. The relief lasted only a moment as the sides of the metal frame opened and a two-leg stepped out garbed in a white pelt.</p>
Pyrestar barred his teeth, hissed, but the taller creature didn't so much flinch at him as it reached out to yank up the handle of the cage. Suddenly moving the black cat gave a sharp yowl of alarm-dawning realization striking him with force.</p>
No-no-no-not in the monster!</p>
He knew what this was, he knew was lay ahead of him when he was carelessly tossed-cage and all-into the back of the beast, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

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i'm 666 if you threaten my development (x)

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OOC Note:
I'm dealing with some things IRL so Pyrestar is going temporarily missing until that's sorted out. Stonestep will be taking charge until then-when I get back we'll have a rescue thread in the labs! Ya'll play nice while I'm gone!
Jul 24 2017, 04:25 PM
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RiverClan Leader || Tom || 54 Moons

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It must have rained here, he thought, as his paws passed over slick and moss-covered rocks and the dark tom set his eyes on mother mouth with a faint sigh of relief. It had been a fairly straight forward trek there, the Thunderpath had been silent and merciful, the rain had lifted long before they arrived so his senses remained unclogged by the soft scent of dew and watery grass.</p>
He wasn't so stupid as to think a lucky trek was a sign from StarClan, but he welcomed it nonetheless given how much the clan had been up-heaved as of late. It was on confident paws he strode forward, glanced back to those accompanying him and waiting patiently for their arrival forward. Per tradition he would go in only with a medicine cat, that being Patchpaw, but he was almost tempted to allow Lakepaw in as well because her commentary on most things was always amusing. </p>
The dark tom closed his eyes, embraced the brief moment of peace out here away from the trials and tribulations that filled his clan. There was no dead dog scent present, no fearful apprehension at the sight of the long-legged and white phantom who was his previous deputy.</p>
But they would return quickly, he had been nervous enough leaving s it were, but felt it would do good to get some kind of consultation from someone. Beartooth's bloody form still lay in the medicine cat den, Fawntrot trying his best to make the old tom presentable for vigil, but he wondered vaguely if they would see him here, now...

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i'm 666 if you threaten my development (x)

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Jul 24 2017, 03:47 PM
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RiverClan Leader || Tom || 54 Moons

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He needed guidance, he needed to see <i>her</i> if he could, but most importantly he needed air. Getting away from RiverClan, even temporarily, felt like it would be his best option for now and seeking council with StarClan would relieve the tension he felt bearing down so heavily onto his back.</p>
<b>"Lakepaw, Patchpaw."</b> His voice rose up, calm but urgent, he wanted to head out soon but figured why not introduce one of their new apprentices to the Moonstone while they were at it, as well as allow their Medicine Cat Apprentice a moment as well. He thought the young she-cat might appreciate seeing the stars.</p>
But he couldn't very well take only apprentices and he couldn't leave the camp unguarded so sadly Stonestep was out of the question, but his senior warriors would do.
<b>"Eastcreek, Westriver. I want all of you to accompany me to the Moonstone."</b>

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RiverClan Leader || Tom || 54 Moons

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Pyrestar wasn't sure how to feel, there was a numbness there he wasn't accustomed to. It was as if StarClan was testing him. Having his deputy-ex-deputy-tell him that he put his faith in foolishness was a crushing blow. The dark tom felt his lips curl up in disgust and bitterness as he recalled the moments before, the insult-the betrayal so sharp it cut in a way he'd not felt before. He had trusted, he was not a trusting individual and to have it so crudely ripped to pieces...</p>
Black fur shifted as he moved, turned to face the door proper for when the serval would inevitably step inside and he felt as if the world around him screeched to a halt to allow time for this, to give him time to think. That the serval, apparently still so wounded after the bear attack, would lug a wild canine out this far as an example...he wasn't sure what to think.</p>
Did it have a two-leg? Would they come hunting for it? Find its corpse outside RiverClan and move inward on their territory and disrupt their hunting, capture their cats again?
Pyrestar tried to quell the flames the turned and rose up inside him but they only grew larger, more vehement.
<b>" @Permafrost . "</b>

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