Powers Within — a Warriors RP made entirely by Jules

Northkit wrote:Riverlark nodded when she thanked him, sitting and letting his tail sweep the ground back and forth monotonously. As he watched to make sure Silverstar was actually eating -- it could be a sign of an illness if she didn't, or if she had difficulty keeping the food down -- Riverlark felt a familiar feeling seep into his chest. It was that empty void and haunting feeling that he got on occasions, especially in situations like these: the feeling that despite how good he got at communicating, he may never be able to get his true thoughts and feelings across. Of course, there were exceptions, such as Silverstar...
A new thought entered his head when he glanced away from Silverstar and back towards the general direction of the scorched border. She's certainly more than capable of getting one... so why doesn't Silverstar have a mate? I mean, sure, it's her choice whether to take one at all, but... Riverlark's thoughts were beginning to wander, and he found his gaze involuntarily going back to his leader. Her soft fur was lightly reflecting the moonlight, making it appear as if she were glowing. Her eyes werer bright as well, like the stars that made up StarClan in the sky, glinting with wisdom and care for her Clan. Her paws, though appearing dainty at first, were tough and strong, possibly from honing her winter abilities and experiences in battles. Silverstar was definitely a sight to see -- the prolonged stares from estranged admirers all across camp proved that, and Riverlark wasn't afraid to admit to himself that she was lovely. One would have to be a complete and utter fool to deny a truth such as that.

Jewelsky wrote:Silverstar took a few more bites of the squirrel slowly, but still enjoying her meal with gratitude for her medicine cat. Upon having finished eating the squirrel, she sat upright with her soft silver tail curled around her paws and glanced at Riverlark. On many occasions, she wasn't sure what to say to the mute medicine cat… sometimes, she was unsure as to whether there was anything for her to say at all. Despite the wisdom granted to them by the powers of StarClan, even a Clan leader struggled with issues such as this sometimes. Silverstar often wondered what Riverlark would say… if he could even speak at all. But she accepted his silence—she even enjoyed it a bit; if she wanted to be in peace, she could still have it while in the company of one of her closest friends. Besides, despite Riverlark's inability to speak, he could still… communicate, somehow. Silverstar could almost always understand what he was trying to get across. He really is amazing… she marveled.
She blinked as though to refresh her thoughts and looked back at Riverlark again. Somehow, he makes me forget about the stress of being a leader. I think about him, and I forget about Shadowstar pursuing me… How does he do that? Still slightly confused, Silverstar pushed the thought away. She stretched her front paws out in front of her and sat back down. "I think I'll be going to sleep now," The leader smiled at Riverlark. "Thanks… you're a great help to everyone in this Clan, even if you can't say anything." Her blue gaze warmed up as she purred gratefully.

Jewelsky wrote:[Whoo yes I get to bring out Reedleaf's personality]

Reedleaf was lost in his thoughts again. As wise and as calm as he at least attempted to appear to be, he hadn't even been the medicine cat of CedarClan for a full twelve moons yet. He was still just figuring things out, and he often wound up wandering around in the uncharted realm of dreams that was his mind. For one thing, StarClan had been increasingly quiet with him lately. There had once been a time when he had been visited by them in his slumber nearly every night. Now, however, he was receiving hardly any messages from them at all, even as the relationships between the three Clans were growing tenser, just when he needed their advice the most. There were other times in which he grew envious of the powers possessed by others. Controlling the majestic powers of fire would be fantastic, and healing the wounds of others would be especially useful in his work as a medicine cat. However, his special ability was making plants grow, which didn't really seem that special at all in comparison. He knew that was a childish thought, which made him think about things like it even more. Reedleaf was the medicine cat. The whole of CedarClan would have to depend on him to make sure that everyone was in good health, and he had to be strong, but there was that part of him that was always slowly drifting away from the real world, taking control of everything in him. Sometimes, he couldn't even get a full grasp of what it was exactly that he was thinking about… he would just stare out into space occasionally, losing his sense of the real world until he was snapped out of it. This was often not without consequence, though. Usually, he would have to ask for the cat speaking to him to repeat what they said, and that made him feel guilty for zoning out so much. He knew it was his fault; there was nobody else to blame. You need to stop worrying so much, Reedleaf.
Fortunately, this time, he had managed to catch Wolfstar's words before he had achieved a completely engulfing state of mindlessness. The medicine cat was about to make the foolish mistake of opening his mouth to ask why his leader felt that way when the stale, but definitely present, scent of smoke reached his nostrils. The conditions today can't be right for a natural fire… It's got to be… Shadowstar, yes? I wonder what's happened… I hope it's not bad… Breaking away from his thoughts, he nodded in response. "Certainly," was his simple reply as he stood up. He could only hope that it was enough to communicate the lie that he was as calm and collected as he continuously pretended to be. As it usually was, though, he didn't have too much to worry about. But what did he know about not worrying?

Northkit wrote:[I was actually considering making an apprentice for WillowClan... so I might as well bring him in now!]

Name: Sunpaw
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: WillowClan
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Sunpaw:

Personality: Sunpaw's personality is a bit tricky to describe. He's a hardworker and will do all he can to serve his Clan and Clanmates, though he can come off as a bit of a show-off sometimes if he isn't careful. He's a social creature that loves to be around others, yet irritating him can be an easy task if one doesn't watch what they say. Sunpaw likes to prove himself and show that he has worth as a future warrior of WillowClan, yet he does have humility and knows that showing his skills has a time and place. He is a bit hot-tempered when his fuse is lit, and when he gets on a roll there is no stopping him. Because of his passion, Sunpaw's loyalty to friends and Clanmates knows no bounds. He also thinks highly of his fellow apprentices, hoping that they can all make it to be warriors. Sunpaw absolutely hates being called "small", "tiny", or anything similar. Want to really set him off? Call him a kit.
History: There hasn't been much of note happening in Sunpaw's life, except for he used to have littermates. There had been an illness that ran rampant in the nursery at the time of the kits' birth, and just about every kit had caught it. Sunpaw's littermates had gotten it particularly bad, and they unfortunately perished before the cure for the illness was brought to the camp. Sunpaw had been the only kit of his litter to survive, yet because he was extremely young when his littermates died, he has no recollection of them and thus feels no sadness when he hears about them. He cares, but it's hard to feel sad about the death of those you've never met.
Power: To be discovered.
Other:

Northkit wrote:

Jewelsky wrote:[Whoo yes I get to bring out Reedleaf's personality]

Reedleaf was lost in his thoughts again. As wise and as calm as he at least attempted to appear to be, he hadn't even been the medicine cat of CedarClan for a full twelve moons yet. He was still just figuring things out, and he often wound up wandering around in the uncharted realm of dreams that was his mind. For one thing, StarClan had been increasingly quiet with him lately. There had once been a time when he had been visited by them in his slumber nearly every night. Now, however, he was receiving hardly any messages from them at all, even as the relationships between the three Clans were growing tenser, just when he needed their advice the most. There were other times in which he grew envious of the powers possessed by others. Controlling the majestic powers of fire would be fantastic, and healing the wounds of others would be especially useful in his work as a medicine cat. However, his special ability was making plants grow, which didn't really seem that special at all in comparison. He knew that was a childish thought, which made him think about things like it even more. Reedleaf was the medicine cat. The whole of CedarClan would have to depend on him to make sure that everyone was in good health, and he had to be strong, but there was that part of him that was always slowly drifting away from the real world, taking control of everything in him. Sometimes, he couldn't even get a full grasp of what it was exactly that he was thinking about… he would just stare out into space occasionally, losing his sense of the real world until he was snapped out of it. This was often not without consequence, though. Usually, he would have to ask for the cat speaking to him to repeat what they said, and that made him feel guilty for zoning out so much. He knew it was his fault; there was nobody else to blame. You need to stop worrying so much, Reedleaf.
Fortunately, this time, he had managed to catch Wolfstar's words before he had achieved a completely engulfing state of mindlessness. The medicine cat was about to make the foolish mistake of opening his mouth to ask why his leader felt that way when the stale, but definitely present, scent of smoke reached his nostrils. The conditions today can't be right for a natural fire… It's got to be… Shadowstar, yes? I wonder what's happened… I hope it's not bad… Breaking away from his thoughts, he nodded in response. "Certainly," was his simple reply as he stood up. He could only hope that it was enough to communicate the lie that he was as calm and collected as he continuously pretended to be. As it usually was, though, he didn't have too much to worry about. But what did he know about not worrying?

Wolfstar was pleased that Reedleaf hadn't been in the middle of one of his usual "zoning out" sessions when she entered his den, though she could tell that the medicine cat wasn't at ease. Was he feeling on edge about this fire ordeal as well? Then again, he did have a reputation for overthinking and worrying far too much for his own good. The dark brown femme gently brushed her tail against her medicine cat's shoulder in reassurance. She wished she could express to Reedleaf that he truly was a valuable part of CedarClan, despite his relatively short time as the medicine cat. She understood the fear of being inadequate, for she herself often worried that she wasn't cut out to be leader of CedarClan because of her tendency to be timid. Regardless, she knew that if StarClan disapproved of her leadership position, then they would say so through omen or directly through her dreams.
Wolfstar compartmentalized her thoughts and prioritized heading to WillowClan's camp, leading the way out of CedarClan's own camp and into their territory. Her soft green eyes scanned the area dutifully for signs of danger and sniffed the air for indications of the border between CedarClan and WillowClan. It was a bit difficult to discern it from the stale yet prevalent smell of smoke. Must have been a fierce fire while it was around... Wolfstar could feel herself tensing at the thought. If Shadowstar had been on a rampage, then there was no telling what he would do next. He was as unpredictable as it gets.
Eventually, Wolfstar found the border and promptly crossed it into WillowClan territory, holding her head high as she and her medicine cat entered unfamiliar, enemy territory. She took a few pensive sniffs in the air and headed in the direction where the WillowClan scent seemed heaviest, assuming that must have been where the camp is. Sure enough, her hunch had been correct. With a glance back to Reedleaf, Wolfstar fortified her resolve to check on WillowClan and entered their camp.

Riverlark's attention had been completely on Darkstorm and Silverstar until a sudden scent crossed his nose. The mute medicine cat instantly tensed up. CedarClan...! The black and silver tabby tom turned his head quickly, his heart jumping in his chest as he saw two familiar figures entering their camp: Wolfstar and Reedleaf, the leader and medicine cat of CedarClan, respectively. Riverlark tilted his head in confusion as he approached the two, inspecting them intently. The thick-furred, dark brown leader stared back at him with her green eyes, the scar over her left eye becoming much more prominent when she blinked, revealing the rest of the scar that ran over her eyelid. Reedleaf was close by, and he seemed as preoccupied with his own thoughts as he always was.
Riverlark narrowed his icy blue eyes in questioning towards Wolfstar, and she blinked at him again.
"Riverlark," She began, nodding her head at him in greeting. "We've come to speak with Silverstar."
The WillowClan medicine cat blinked at her words, then he flicked his tail, tacitly saying "Follow me" before turning and leading the two CedarClan cats back to where Silverstar awaited.

Northkit wrote:[Sure, Moonflame! I can use Sunpaw with your apprentices ^^]

Jewelsky wrote:
With his bright green eyes, Reedleaf blinked slowly and briefly glanced up at Wolfstar as she brushed her tail against his shoulder. She can see through me, can't she… don't be stupid, Reedleaf, you know everyone can… Worry surged through his mind again as he wondered what his leader must have been thinking of him. Hey… she's trying to reassure me, right? That means she understands… you can calm down, okay? He took a mental sigh as he thought to himself. Just relax for once. You're going to be fine.
As the two CedarClan cats crossed through the border into WillowClan territory, the old scent of the smoke grew increasingly overpowering. Reedleaf had always hated the smell of smoke. While he did have a certain admiration for the beauty of fire, he knew how dangerous it could be if not kept under the control of a responsible cat. And being a medicine cat, he would be the one seeing and caring for the cats who had been injured and burned in a fire. He did love helping to heal others. That was why he had become a medicine cat. He simply hated to see others in so much pain. Great StarClan, I hope this hasn't gone too far out of hand.

Upon scenting the CedarClan cats, Silverstar turned around to see Wolfstar and Reedleaf, two cats whom she quickly recognized, despite not seeing them terribly often. She almost immediately understood what they had entered her Clan's camp for—the scent of the smoke, although stale, was certainly something to be concerned about. Checking WillowClan out was a wise move. It seemed as though Wolfstar had just dragged Reedleaf along with her—sure, he seemed as nonchalant as always, but there was something a bit… puzzling in his gaze. Silverstar wondered if it had always been there before, and, if it had, why she hadn't previously noticed it. She knew that she couldn't dwell on it for too long, however. This was a matter of the utmost importance.
Riverlark was with them; it seemed as though he had been the one to notice them first, and she nodded at the CedarClan leader and medicine cat out of respect. "What brings you here today?" she queried, though she was fairly certain that she had the answer already.

*~Moonflame~* wrote:
Skypaw leaped out of the apprentices den, stretching her limbs in the morning light. She swished her tail and called her brother, "Groundpaw! Come outside, the suns great!" Groundpaw then trudged out of the apprentices den, sleep still in his eyes. "Oi sis! I was having a great dream. I was hunting and I s-" "Ya whatever, I don't care about your stupid hunting dream." Skypaw said as she interrupted her twin. The two ginger cats strode to the fresh-kill pile. Skypaw picked up a vole, where as Groundpaw picked up a mouse. "No, we're gonna have vole, Groundpaw." Skypaw ordered. "But, Skypaw! We had vole yesterday. And I don't even like vole, can w-" The twins fighting rambled into the distance.

Northkit wrote:Wolfstar blinked slowly as she began to mentally compose her words, sifting through her own shyness to attempt to communicate what was on her mind. The thick-furred queen held her head up high as her tail slowly waved in the air monotonously, and after taking a breath, she began to speak in an even tone. "It should be obvious why we're here, Silverstar. We detected the scent of smoke all the way in our camp, and we came to see what was the cause. After all..." Wolfstar paused, glancing up at the overcast sky. "... It's not nearly sunny enough to have been caused by sheer solar heat." Her tone seemed to be suggestive, like she already had an idea as to what could have started that fire, and Wolfstar was willing to bet her own nest that Silverstar knew exactly what had happened too. The she-cat kept her eyes on the other leader, her green gaze never faltering as she awaited a response.

Riverlark listened intently to what the CedarClan leader had to say, and he almost immediately caught the tone that Wolfstar had used. She knows something is up... Do we dare tell her that it's because of Shadowstar's attraction to Silverstar, or just mention that it was Shadowstar's doing and not disclose his motives? Riverlark figured that disclosing Shadowstar's motives wouldn't be detrimental to WillowClan, and would likely bring CedarClan closer as allies in case tensions became even more strained than they already were. But now that he got to thinking about Shadowstar's pursuit of Silverstar, it began to leave a bad taste in Riverlark's mouth. The whole thing just rubbed him the wrong way: Shadowstar was the leader of another Clan, for StarClan's sake! Not only was he technically going against the warrior code by doing this, but also showing just how unfit he was to be Silverstar's mate. If he really loved her, he'd understand why it wouldn't work and just let her go. Riverlark felt himself getting more and more irritated the more he thought about the whole situation, so he forced himself to calm down and focus on what was happening before him. I'm getting angry about this when I'm not even involved... Weird. The medicine cat laid his thoughts to rest, and he glanced to Silverstar, shooting her a look that could be best read as "We should tell them, it'll be good for us".

*~Moonflame~* wrote:
Groundpaw looked away from Skypaw to see Sunpaw. "Oh, hey Sunpaw!" Groundpaw said a bit sheepishly. "That's what I've been telling Skypaw this whole time. We don't really have to share all the tim-" he was then cut-off by Skypaw, bounding infront of him. "You see, Sunpaw. If we share our meals, there's more to go around! More prey for the kits and elders too. And al-" Skypaw rambled on and on, talking about pointless things. "Sorry 'bout that" Groundpaw snickered as his sister was now extremely offtrack, talking about something to do with the moon. "So, how was cleaning out the elders den?" Groundpaw laughed slightly.

Jewelsky wrote:
When the CedarClan leader had finished speaking, Silverstar took Riverlark's silent cue, inhaled deeply, and began her reply. "That was caused by Shadowstar, but, from the looks of it, you seem to have suspected that already." She paused momentarily, then went on. "He's in love with me, and he can't seem to accept that I'm not interested… besides, we are from different Clans, and that just wouldn't be right, anyway." Her plumy tail gently swept the ground. "He got so enraged at my rejection of him that he decided to begin this fire, after which I had to step in and use my ice powers in collaboration with the OakClan deputy's ability to fly in order to finally put it out." She hoped that she wasn't conveying how exhausted it had made her in the tone of her voice. "Even if we were from the same Clan, I don't see how I—or, anyone, for that matter—could fall in love with such a cat."

Reedleaf was listening to every one of Silverstar's words, but their meaning didn't seem to really resonate with him yet. He wasn't focusing on what she was saying. He was focusing on Riverlark. Reedleaf had, of course, met up with the other medicine cats before, but he hadn't really spent a lot of time with them, and while he had noticed how interesting of a cat Riverlark was, he seemed somewhat… different around Silverstar. More comfortable, he supposed. The two cats had some kind of friendship, of course; they were a leader and medicine cat, a bond which was indeed very special. But there was something that made Riverlark seem more relaxed around Silverstar than anyone else… somehow different from the usual relationship, maybe? Reedleaf tried not to dwell on it. Of course Silverstar and Riverlark couldn't be in love! He was a medicine cat, and that would never work out. There was important Clan business at hand, and Reedleaf had to get his mind off of thoughts like that and pay attention for once.