It's go time, buds. {WindClan}

[c e d a r *]

His heart beat wildly, paw steps skittered sideways as he wound up the drenched path alongside the Moonpool. He was behind Rowanwing and Rustlepelt, and he wasn't really paying much attention to what they were doing. Come on, he had to tell the truth. He was as nervous as a rabbit about the come out of it's burrow after a long winter. His dreams could be fulfilled or they could be crushed in a matter of a few moments.

They were almost there.

The male kept looking at the swelling banks of the stream, which had turned into a quick paced river, flowing down the forested hillside. His pelt brushed evenly against Swallowleaf's, as she was by his side. he felt comforted with her presence so close to him. She was such an optimist, and it made him want to purr just thinking about her positiveness.

His paw steps were heavy and skittered, sliding against the thick mud that ran down the upward sloping hill. The trees grew thicker and they were shielded from the rain. Finally, away from the rain. The sound was dulled the slightest, and it almost had his stomach churn. He could focus more on his thoughts right now, but did he? He wanted to just get this over with. Why did he have to get so nervous about everything?

The sun shone for a few moments, allowing the raindrops glistening on the trees to really stand out and speak to him. They were so beautiful with the sun shining against the droplets. Watching one fall off the pristine green leaf of a maple tree and onto a lush fern. He had stopped in his tracks, and a small gasp had found its way out of his mouth as he saw the retreating figures of Swallowleaf, Rustlepelt, and Rowanwing.

He let out a quiet groan and tromped forward, allowing his paws to drag in the mud. Why did he always get so distracted? He picked up his pace once more and managed to fit back beside Swallowleaf, a small smile playing at his lips. "Sorry," he chuckled, looking back. "I got a little distracted. Raindrops are fun to watch," he joked, rounding his shoulders. He pushed through the ferns, and looked awed at the beautiful pool. There was a small, trickling waterfall that was still small, even after this rain, the pool of water didn't look swelled.

"I hope I'm ready for this," the tom whispered to himself, looking around at the other cats.

[faythe]

Rowanwing

The rain still poured, as it had for almost as long as he cared to remember since there hadn't been much in his recent life that really had mattered - except perhaps that mud fight he had had with Swallowleaf not to long ago. The dislike he had of the rain was beginning to worsen, like a damper that had been placed on his spirits, his whole body seemed to drop with each step as they traveled over the moors and closer to the Moonpool. His nerves were strong on high, for what awaited them at this place? They all sought those answers that each craved, and with each step it would seem that their fate were being brought closer. For most of the trip he had kept silent, his gaze drifting from one side to the other as he admired the soaking landscape for lack of anything to do. Once however, he studied the tom that had been walking beside him, a powerful warrior - his senior - and a wonderful candidate if he could only forget his ambition.

Rustlepelt. The name of the cat echoed in his mind. Swallowleaf and Duskfeather, he glanced behind him, his thoughts clearly on the concern of the cats that had come with him rather than his own self. "You two okay back there?" He asked, concern and worry choked his words as they came from the clattering teeth of the cold, soaked, warrior. He feigned a smile, or at least his classic catlike grin, as the brown tabby (turned black from the rain and the mud) turned back to watch where he was walking. He gasped, jumping back just as they had started to walk into the cover of the trees and found he had almost run into one. Curse those evil trees, a cat of the moor had no wish for the foul things, but at least he had saved himself the embarrassment of walking into one.

Taking another route - one that would avoid the walking into of a tree - he crossed to Rustlepelt's other side with a small nod. His gaze now permanently glued to what was ahead of him as he picked up the pace, weaving himself gracefully between the trees. It was then that he noticed that here, whatever here was, there was no rain. He paused for a minute, glancing up at the beauty that was the forest, the thick canopy had stopped the rain from falling to the floor, but it was still damp and cold as they walked through it. He sighed a breath of relief, and then on they went. Somewhere he knew rain was getting in, the normally simple and calm stream they had been following was turning slowly into a raging river, more water. Wonderful. His feet moved away from it as quickly as he could when he noticed, then continued forward. Again.

Soon, but not soon enough, they cleared the forest and were gifted with a patch of sunshine. This stopped Rowanwing dead. Sun! His spirit soared at the site and the heat that came from it as he shook the water from his pelt and bounded happily in a circle like a kit, for the sun was his best friend at the moment, oh how he missed it! But alas, again they must move on, he had begun to move again as he noticed that Duskfeather had been distracted too and flash a sympathetic look at the tom. Then he turned, and pushed through the ferns that had guarded the way to paradise. The Moonpool was breathtaking, stunning, amazing. He had seen it once, as an apprentice before he had gotten his warrior name and shortly after his brother's death. What sort of wonders awaited them here? He glanced at the cats that surrounded him and with a short nod he ran to the pool to gaze into its beauty. Then he sat, and waited for his fellow cats to make their own way to the pool - for some might prefer not to throw themselves down the side of a rocky cliff, but this was how he had earned his name, as though he had wings to fly.

[Heathclaw]

Rustlepelt didn't speak much on the way to the Moonpool. True, he was at the head of the patrol, with Rowanwing by his side, but aside from the occasional warning about the path ahead, Rustlepelt was silent, keeping his eyes firmly on the muddy path ahead.

He didn't speak, but his mind was racing, and his heart was a mix of turbulent emotions: Determination, excitement, anxiety, and, most uncharacteristically, fear and doubt. He'd never dreamed that this moment would come, that he would have the chance to be not just a deputy, but a leader instead. He still remembered the day that he'd vowed to become a deputy, for his father's sake as well as his own. Never before had his goal been closer, and yet, never before had it felt so far away.

Doubt drowned him in a sea of worries. Should he have come here? Was he ready for this? What if StarClan denied him? He didn't know the answer to that, and the thought terrified him. Scarier still, what if StarClan made him leader? He knew he would be a powerful leader, but he also knew that the ambition in his heart was great. Could he control himself? Might he end up like Tigerstar, whose infamy was so great that every nursery kit knew his name? Never, Rustlepelt vowed with a particularly fierce stamp of his paw, but inside, he knew he wasn't too sure.

This doubt, this fear intensified with each step he took. He shouldn't have come. What if he wound up destroying the clan? The clan... The rain suddenly stopped, and a bit of sun began to shine, piercing through Rustlepelt's dark thoughts. He looked up to find that they'd reached a clearing that gave them a reprieve from the rain. And, looking up higher, he saw something amazing in the distance, a band of colored light that stretched across the sky.

Rustlepelt was no medicine cat. He'd never recieved signs or dreams from StarClan, but he somehow felt that this might be a sign of encouragement. In fact, he could feel his mood lightening. The clan... it wasn't ambition that made Rustlepelt speak out at the meeting, it was simply a love for his clan. As long as he could hold on to that, he would be fine.

However, there still was one bit of doubt, and that bit of doubt was pushing his way through the ferns and up to the Moonpool at this very moment. Rowanwing. The tom was still a young warrior, but he represented one of the faces of their clan. The memory of his behavior back at camp still needled him, like a thorn in his side. He might be a good leader, but would Rowanwing see it like that? And who else might doubt him, if that was the case?

Grr! It was all so irritating! Rustlepelt gave himself a vigorous shake and bounded through the ferns, following the warrior's pawsteps up to the Moonpool. He would settle this through action; thinking about it would only drive him crazy.

"Rowanwing," Rustlepelt murmered out of the corner of his mouth, taking a space beside him. "You must know of my ambition. I promise to protect this clan, whatever StarClan decides. But... I need to know one thing. Answer me honestly: Do you trust me?"

[Fernear!]

Swallowleaf kept up with the fleet group, her flank brushing against Duskfeather's. She wasn't setting the pace thus far because of her proximity to the front of the cats. Her endurance was being tried, anyways. Her style of hunting was always the quick and painful way unlike some cats who tire the rodents before the fatal encounter. She would have greatly benefited from the other style of hunting today. The journey was quiet, except for the humming of the forest and consistent beat of the rain. It was not boring; there was enough at hand to keep it from the title, even though Swallowleaf herself was not planning on searching for StarClan tonight.

Swallowleaf's body caught the chill of the nearby stream, now evolved into a turbulent river with all of the excess water piling into it. She ran out of the spray's range to save herself the discomfort of being caught in the icy foam. There was a distinct change in emotion as the canopy drew over the felines. Relief. It was as if they all let out a care-free sigh. Swallowleaf was not free from the jubilant change of mind, but when Duskfeather followed by Rustlepelt and Rowanwing all came to an abrupt stop at the edge of the sunlight, Swallowleaf just kept running into it. She jumped past the head of the patrol and into the rare commodity they had stumbled upon. It was sacred to the waterlogged creatures. The she-cat eventually stopped by the awe-enticing scene in front of her. Not only had one pair of branches let a beam of light through, one, two, three and more began to create a natural mosaic. In the distance, back towards the entrance of the woods, a rumble of thunder grumbled a threat to the cats. It was then that Swallowleaf moved on at a slow walk, her eyes still feasting on the world around them.

Swallowleaf had been quiet the whole trip and was not planning on speaking until they reached the moonpool. This moment did not take long to arrive. Nestled in its own delicate Eden was the little pool of water. The waterfall known to many cats as a sign of the vacant significance of the site still held its serene attitude despite the angry storm overhead. With the sunset reigning over the horizon, the dream would be received by one cat soon enough. Looking back hopefully at the three toms now trailing behind the lone female, Swallowleaf called out, "The sun is almost down. You three should start to get ready." She didn't speak about how odd it was that the waterfall had not increased in size, nor did she comment about the magnificent array of sun beams spoken about earlier, instead she left them to be remembered on their own. Each cat may have taken the show differently; Swallowleaf knew the way she had taken it must be unique to the groups'. "I'll be at the far edge for now; I won't be sleeping tonight so I wish you all good luck. May StarClan have mercy on us." She concluded with a smile.

ooc: awful post. My apologies everyone... Dx

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[faythe]

Rowanwing
For just the slightest moment, the tom stood with his companions at the top of the circle that held their sacred Moonpool. The sun peaked into the circle - shining with its soft, welcoming, light as the Moonpool itself reflected stars. This was a time for peace and answers, one that would save them all, or perhaps destroy them. Beside him, Rustlepelt spoke, "Rowanwing, you must know of my ambition. I promise to protect this clan, whatever StarClan decides. But... I need to know one thing. Answer me honestly: Do you trust me?" and the tom in turn, faced the senior warrior with a questioning look. He paused, thinking back for a moment a reason why not to trust the warrior - despite him ambition he acted on only what he thought best for the clan and he was a good cat.

"Rustlepelt," the tom spoke with a soft grace, as though to comfort the cat with his honest words, "If there ever wasn't a cat with some ambition, it would be that cat that we would look upon with suspicion and fear. All of us have our own desires, and we would be fools not to have them. Why would I think any less of you, a good cat, whose only true will is to do what is best for our clan?" He paused for a moment, then made his last final comment on the issue, "I believe that if it is Starclan's will, I will follow you, or any cat, with my full heart. There is greatness out there for us all, you just have to know how to find it." His gaze turned from the warrior as he noticed that Swallowleaf had begun to move from their spot at the top to the Moonpool itself. Stretching out his body the tom prepared himself for his climb to the bottom and began with small, carefully thought out paw steps.

Each step, whatever their variety had been, drew him closer to the Moonpool. Power. He could almost feel the power of their ancestors watching the four cats as they approached the circle of the pool. His eyes closed for a moment as he walked, and for just a moment when he opened them he could swear that there was starry paw prints lighting the way, but then they were gone again and the cat continued to move closer. He shook his head, knowing that even if his imagination had been playing with him, the paw prints were in a way real, but he dared not say anything to his clan mates at the idea...for who know what they would say or if they saw them at all. Rowanwing sighed, more of a content sigh than an annoyed one, and looked ahead to see Swallowleaf speak again from farther away. "The sun is almost down. You three should start to get ready, I'll be at the far edge for now; I won't be sleeping tonight so I wish you all good luck. May StarClan have mercy on us." He nearly gasped at the thought, but of course she wouldn't want to...she had always thought little of herself. He would have to show he she was more valuable than she thought, when this was over. She was his friend after all.

He nodded to the she-cat, a brisk movement that caught the cat off guard. Since he was the second to arrive at the Moonpool he chose the western most side of the pool itself. The male sat, starring at the water for a long moment and then glance up at the other toms, only to notice that the sun had begun to set. "May StarClan take mercy on us all." he whispered as he moved to the pool, his tongue lapping just a sip of the icy water, then he stepped back. His thoughts cleared nearly immediately, all fear was gone from his mind and a sense of peace overwhelmed him. He dropped to the ground with a gentle thud, instinct driving him deeper into his unconscious state, and with a final glance at the beauty that was to Moonpool, slowly did his bright, green-eyed gaze, close. Rowanwing fell into the black darkness that was sleep. He was now at Starclan's mercy.

ooc; out of order because I leave in like..an hour, and cedar said it was alright. x3

[c e d a r *]

Taking a deep breath, he allowed the humid, sticky air to engulf itself into his lungs. Breathing out, he allowed all of his worry and nervousness to wash itself out of his mind. He blocked out all of the emotions he felt radiating out of each of the cats and he took one glance at Swallowleaf, giving her a brisk nod and one small smile. One more deep breath and he visibly relaxed. It was happening, but it was mostly under the power of StarClan, now.

Power.

Now, he was not hungry for power, but it was in his best decision that he would love to be the one to take control of the Clan. The feelings rushed through his head. With power, he would be able to assert a deputy, one who was able enough to be able to sort out patrols, hunting, and other various things. Finally, there would be ceremonies for those who needed it, and lastly, they would finally be able to arrive at a gathering with their full hierarchy. Power would be good. Their clan needed a good leader, but was he the one?

Rowanwing spoke good words, well and true. He was a strong cat, but also young to the clan. He was a good cat in general, but would he be able to handle the challenges of the clan? Surely he didn't know as much about the clan as he or Rustlepelt did. Rowanwing did know how to sort things out and he spoke well, having meaning in everything he said. He would make a good leader, but once again, the thought raged through his head. Was he too young? Young leaders weren't common, but...could Rowanwing be the one? Could StarClan choose the tom?

Rustlepelt was an older member of the clan, just like himself. The cat was a good cat, great for the clan. Duskfeather thought the tom certainly had it in him to be the next leader of the clan, but Duskfeather wanted it. Both of the cats had wonderful potential to become part of the hierarchy, but Duskfeather felt much more trust in the older cat than he did Rowanwing. Rustlepelt, too, spoke words of great wisdom, and he seemed very intelligent, much like the younger tom. He didn't really know the younger tom as well as he knew Rustlepelt, with the clan being broken up and separated, but they both seemed like great condidates.

How would StarClan be able to choose? The decision just seemed to tough. All together, they were just all wonderful cats...and speaking of wonderful cats, why wasn't Swallowleaf going for leader? She would make a lovely leader as well, what with her always upbeat and positive attitude, she knew how to control a situation. He didn't really know the she-cat as well as he knew Rustlepelt, but he knew her more than he did Rowanwing. He felt at a later point, he would soon form a great bond with each of these cats.

Taking small and quiet steps, the tom eventually rested himself directly across from where the small waterfall lay, pouring a delicately trickling stream of water into the pool. He watched as the setting sun came through the clouds a few times, shining directly on the pool. Funny, how it was dubbed the moonpool and they lay there, Swallowleaf a little farther off than he, with the sun shining on the water. He took a small breath and brought his head to the pool, taking a few small laps of the frigid water. He closed his eyes and mumbled, "Yes, may StarClan guide us to what is right." He brought his muzzle close to the pool and shifted his weight to a moor comfortable position, before he drifted off, unaware of anything else.

[Heathclaw]

(I liked your post, Fern. ^^ Heh, the two of you both used the word "power" as a sentence. Should I be following along? XD)

"...Thank you, Rowanwing," said Rustlepelt, visibly relieved by the younger cat's confidence in him. He simply must have been overreacting; overthinking everything. He supposed that that must be what worry could do to a cat.

With that bit of doubt banished, Rustlepelt made his way down the rocks to the bottom of the Moonpool, filled with new confidence and alertness. Power. It seemed to fill the small space, pulsing around them, seeping into their paws and fur. Here, in the Moonpool, StarClan's power seemed absolute.

He was the last to reach the lowest part of the Moonpool, and so his place was at the eastern side. He glanced at each cat as he passed them, allowing himself to consider them all one last time.

Rowanwing. He was a cat full of promise. He was honest, friendly, and organized, and his devotion to WindClan and StarClan was unshakable, as he had proved over and over again. And yet, at the same time, the young tom seemed to lack the heart of a leader. Perhaps he would make a good deputy, but he didn't seem to have the fire that was required to lead a clan. Also, the tom still had many more moons of experience to gain.

Duskfeather. A true friend, and a brave and loyal ally, not to mention a useful hunting partner. It had been he who had called the meeting back in the camp, he who had put his foot down and basically said: We need a leader now! But not in those words. Not with that kind of force. Duskfeather would be an excellent leader in peacetime, but could he keep at the helm of the clan if it should ever go to war? Rustlepelt wasn't sure.

He took his own place beside the Moonpool, watching the sun glimmer on top of the water, and then transform into a pool of stars as the golden orb set in the distance. He looked across the pool towards Swallowleaf, sweet Swallowleaf, who seemed so simple and easy to read on the surface, but was truly an enigma underneath. "Thanks for watching over us tonight, Swallowleaf," said Rustlepelt with a nod. "Goodnight."

He turned his gaze back into the dark waters of the moon pool, and took one deep breath. "Tonight, a chapter of history closes, and a new one begins. StarClan, we leave WindClan in your hands." He lowered his head, took a sip of the star-filled water, and found himself swept up in a powerful wave of darkness as sleep overtook him.

[STARCLAN]

The tom startled awake suddenly, and found himself in a strange world. The massive expanse of Silverpelt was above him, closer and brighter than he’d ever seen it before. He was out on the wide, open moor, miraculously dry. The Moonpool was gone, as were his companions. In a brief flash of panic, he called out their names: “Duskfeather! Rowanwing! Swallowleaf!” No response.

If the tom had not already learned that the kingdom on which he tread was home to his warrior ancestors, he would surely know after this. A familiar she-cat was heading towards Rustlepelt, her stature proud and kind. As she continuously got closer, the questionable alias would now show her true being: Rainstar.

"Hello Rustlepelt. WindClan has been left without a leader but for longer without a deputy to show them guidance in tough times. I know you will make the right decision." Her presence was short-lived but meaningful if the male took her words as they intended to be. Motioning her delicate head towards the back of her, nine starry cats appeared. Their pelts glowing luminously, just as Rainstar's had. A light breeze swept Rainstar's body away as the cats began to become more definite.

Rainstar… so she had died after all. Rustlepelt wondered how she’d felt about his behavior back at the camp, but she didn’t stay long enough to tell, and he had no time to think about it, as the first of the nine cats approached. His breath caught in his throat as the starry-eyed cat approached, could it possibly be?

“Dad. Redfang,” Rustlepelt breathed, as the glowing cat stood before him, their red pelts shining side by side in the starlight. “You have come far, Rustlepelt, farther than I ever dreamed you would. With this life, I give you strength, so that you may protect your clan from all foes, as I protected you long ago.” They touched noses, and Rustlepelt suddenly felt a fiery wave of pain surge through his body, the pain of fighting a thousand battles. He staggered back, winded.

So, that was what it was like to receive a life. This was more than a dream, this was really happening… he was being made leader! He looked up and saw Redfang walking away. “Wait! There’s so much I want to ask you!” The starry warrior turned around, whiskers twitching. “There will be time for that much later, my son. There are others waiting for you.” And his body faded away on the wind, just as Rainstar’s had, as another cat stepped forward.

“Rustlepelt… my sweet kit,” said the queen, who was just as familiar and loved as the first cat. “Mom… Cloudfur.” He wanted to run right up and brush his pelt against hers, like he did when he was young, but he knew that probably wouldn’t be allowed. Besides, wouldn’t he just go through her? “With this life, I give you courage, to endure all pain and sacrifice,” said Cloudfur, putting her nose against his. Rustlepelt felt another scorching round of pain as the life poured into him, but this time it was centered at his heart.

He gasped as they broke the connection, sucking in air greedily to try and get his strength back. Could he endure the pain of seven more lives? “Farewell, my kit. Good luck,” said Cloudfur, vanishing on the breeze. One more cat stepped forward, the smallest of those assembled.

“Sandpaw,” murmured Rustlepelt feeling a wave of shame as he remembered her. This was his first apprentice, the one he had lost to sickness, the one he couldn’t save. Perhaps she noticed his discomfort, because she nudged Rustlepelt’s shoulder playfully, and smiled up at him. “It’s alright. StarClan knew it was my time. I give you swiftness with this life, to aid you in all that you attempt.” Rustlepelt braced himself, expecting more pain, but instead, he felt an uprising of energy, the infectious, hyperactive energy that he’d sensed from his apprentice when she was alive.

The energy began to ebb away, and he looked up to see Sandpaw smiling as she disappeared. A grizzled warrior stepped forward next, prompting another surprised meow of recognition. “Goldenheart!” he called, greeting his friend and former rival. “Well, if it couldn’t be me, at least it was you, eh?” the tom grinned, whiskers twitching. “With this life, I give you cunning, because StarClan knows you could use some of mine.” This life hurt less than the first two, a strange mixture of fire and ice that flowed through his body. Rustlepelt chuckled as they stepped apart. “If you had any cunning at all, you wouldn’t have wounded up here,” he reminded him. Goldenheart scowled, although his eyes smiled. “Thanks. Love you too,” he said sarcastically as he disappeared.

Now there were only five indistinct cat figures on the horizon, and one of them approached, hard-eyed, with fur black as night. “Did you enjoy the reunion, Rustlepelt?” he asked. “So… you’re going to be WindClan’s leader.”

“I am.” Rustlepelt said with a firm nod. “And you are?”

“Crowfeather. I, and the remaining four cats, are the ones who’ve come before, from the old forest. With this life, I give you the gift of compassion. Use it well.” They touched noses, and Rustlepelt felt a warm heat in the pit of his stomach, warm, but not painful. The black cat stepped back, looking bitter. “Don’t screw up,” he muttered, before being swept away.

Another cat stepped forward, one whose whiskers were longer on one side than the other. “I am Onestar, a former leader of WindClan. I have stood where you are standing now, and, now that I am on the other side, I give you your sixth life, and the precious gift of undying loyalty.” As he touched noses with the starry WindClan leader, he suddenly found himself writhing in agony. This life hurt more than any other, and with it came a mix of emotions: Rage, uncertainty, regret, and finally, calm. Sinking to his knees and panting, Rustlepelt barely heard Onestar’s farewell as the cat disappeared.

“I am Tallstar,” said a voice, and Rustlepelt lifted his head up to look at the seventh cat, who had an overlong tail. “Your trial is nearly over. With this life, I give you judgment. Use it carefully, for judgment can be a terrible thing.” Rustlepelt forced himself up to touch noses with Tallstar and felt two separate waves of pain, one tinged with wrath, the other with sorrow. He clenched his jaw to keep from crying out. Just two more, two more, and it’d all be over. “The worst is yet to come, Rustlepelt. Prepare yourself,” Tallstar warned.

One more cat stepped forward, and it was all Rustlepelt could do to keep from leaping back. “You’re Mudclaw! StarClan killed you!” he protested. The cat shrugged, eyes glittering. “Did they? Sometimes, lightning bolt is just lightning; a falling tree is just a falling tree. I’m actually quite flattered that my name has found its way into your nursery stories.” He stepped forward in one fluid motion, so that they were face to face. “With this life, I give you ruthlessness, the power to push aside all those who stand in your way.” Rustlepelt tried to flinch backwards, but found his body locked in place. Their noses touched, and the tom was filled with a stark coldness that crept through his entire body, sending shivers down his spine “You’ll thank me later,” promised Mudclaw, turning away and scattering on the breeze.

“Rustlepelt. I’m here with your last life,” came a female voice from behind him. The longhaired tom turned around, and found himself facing a beautiful tortoiseshell. “My name is Spottedleaf. I was ThunderClan’s medicine cat, long ago. I have seen your heart’s fears, and have come to ease them. That is, if you don’t mind your life coming from a cat of a different clan.”

“StarClan is every clan,” said Rustlepelt quickly.

“Very well. Then with this life, I give you conscience, the power to take responsibility for your actions and guard against ambition.” She touched her nose against his, and he felt a warm, comforting pulse as he received his ninth life.

She disappeared, but he could still hear her voice, mixed with those of several others. “With your ninth life, we grant you your new name. Stand and be recognized, for you are Rustlestar, leader of WindClan!”

A fierce wind blew in a circle around tom as nine WindClan warriors surrounded him, chanting his new name: “Rustlestar! Rustlestar!”

Then, suddenly a rumble of thunder sounded in StarClan’s sky, breaking up the assembled cats as a drowning deluge of rainwater came pouring down, blinking the dream out into darkness.

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ooc fernie: goodness are you two (Cedar + Faythe) impatient/excited! xD Well it took some minor skill, but I kept you waiting for Heath to be finished! Yes, this lovely post is by Heath, I couldn't have done better! Congrats Rustlestar!

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