Memories

[Smokeleaf]

Roantail's eyes grew wide. Water? What was water? Was it possible for there to be something so unlike the lava? What a miracle! How amazing! He watched the she-cat intently, waiting for more.

Rowanfur smirked. "Of course, I have to eat, you mousebrain. I'm just a cat, after all. Next you'll be telling me that you don't have to drink water, either."
The thought of the cool liquid sent shivers down his spine. How he loved the water! There was so much back home, in StreamClan. There whole lives were set around the river in their territory. He missed it so much.
He thought about her others words, mulling them over for a moment before responding. "Okay. So pelts and warriors are the same. I can live with that. The Flaming Eternal sounds a lot like StarClan, too."
Somehow, he could live with there being "another" StarClan. He'd seen a few loners who believed in weird beings, or in nothing at all. This seemed legitimate enough. After all, he'd never heard of any "BlazeClan" cat in StarClan. These cats needed a place to go to, too.
"As for the mole, I wouldn't touch it if it were a gift from StarClan themselves. Actually, I probably would, but not with your grimy paws all over it. You probably have death berries all over it. And anyway, I never said I wasn't lying. Just that I have no idea which particular lie you're speaking of. There could be several; there could be none. Everything I say could be a lie. Maybe my name is Badgerfoot. Maybe I'm from..." He thought for a moment about these new Clans he was told about. "...SootClan. Maybe I really do believe in the Flaming Eternal, and StarClan is just a hoax. How can you trust anything I'm saying? How can you trust me with such a fabulous piece of prey? Hmm? What say you, Fireflower?"

Gingernose sighed. "You could learn a lot from your brother. In fact, you should talk to him more often. Ask for his advice. You're going to be an apprentice sooner than you think, and he might be able to help you. And then he'll be a warrior, and he can tell you about that! You can always be one step ahead of your Clan mates. Wouldn't you like that?"

Eternalstorm did stuff.

[Nightpool]

Goldfire blinked slowly in the face of Molten's glare. It was obvious that she was upset, though he wasn't quite sure about what. Perhaps she was frustrated by the idea that most of them very rarely left volcano, and was just coming to terms with the fact that it was likely that she would not leave for a very long time. Or maybe she was just surprised that he didn't know what "water" was, the strange cold lava.

"Listen," he meowed. "It will take a long time for you to get used to life here in BlazeClan. Some cats live here their entire lives and never get used to it. It is a hard way of life, with the other clans fearing you and never leaving this place." He could vaguely remember an SootClan cat who had come to retrieve an ember, and how he had shook in fear. He continued on, "With a fiery personality and strength like yours, you will quickly be able to learn how to survive here; I'm sure of it. However," he glared back in her direction, "When you glare like that, you tend to make enemies, and enemies are not a good thing to have in BlazeClan, especially among the elders who have many hints to make the road easier. It is much better to have friends that enemies." He meowed this all, not meaning to be malicious, but meaning to make a point. Goldfire had no wish to be enemies with any cat, or even friends. All he needed was the lava...

Fireflower stared at Rowanfur is confusion. This cat got odder and odder with every word he spoke! "Water?" she meowed, wondering what it was. It sounded nice to say it for some reason. "Death berries?" This one didn't sound quite so nice, but it was a new word, so...

"Well..." she meowed, "Since it has the word 'death' in it, I'm going to assume that it's a kind of poison," she then muttered to herself, "But it's not any kind of poison I've heard of."

She wondered how she should answer his questions about why she was feeding him. Well, in this case, honesty might be the best policy. "My former mentor, Goldfire, can hear the voices of the Flaming Eternal." As she said it, she realized how mouse-brained it sounded. However, she pushed on, "For some reason, they want you alive." She shrugged, not really sure why they would want this, but happy to carry out their will.

"As for the lies," she continued, "I know that you're not SootClan, because you smell nothing like a SootClan cat. Or a cat from any of the other clans I've encountered. So I can assume that your not one of the fiery clans, therefore do not believe in the Flaming Eternal. As for your name, I can do nothing about that. I can always just call you mouse-brain from now it. Unless you want me to call you by your real name?"

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[Molten]

(( ROFL!!!! Eternalstorm did stuff xDDD FUNNEH ))

Molten was reassured by the slow blink made by Goldfire. "Ugh... I don't even know why I'm here..." Molten sighed under her breath. "How are you cats sopposed to live here in the first place? Do you even need to eat?" Molten asked in a breathy voice. Maybe they were blessed by 'the flaming eternal'? She was about to ask them what they eat and drink, and when, if they ever do. She also wondered what they drink instead of water. This was a very mysterious Clan, in Molten's opinion, nothing like StreamClan or SootClan.
Molten was cut off from her thinking when Goldfire mentioned the poor cats who died before getting used to their life in BlazeClan. When he said Molten had a fiery personality that could help her survive in this Clan, she wondered if Goldfire liked her or not. She opened her mouth to speak, not caring if she interupted him. "So you never drink?" she said, shooting a 'what-the-heck-are-you-talking-about look. "...And I know that its disrespectful to stare like that. But its crazy that you have no idea what water is, so I have a reason." She was getting even more impatient. Why? Because Goldfire seemed to listen more to her eyes than her mouth.

"I WOULD like to know what its like to be an apprentice," Sunpaw sighed, "But I want to get my advice from a cooler, tomlier Pelt than him. I wouldn't be surprised if Rustpaw had kits." (( LOL I ROCK ))

[Smokeleaf]

ooc: Okay... I'm so confused... what was the ORIGINAL lie you talked about? Way back several posts ago?
Sunkit... haha... He's so mean!!! Poor Rustpaw. I'm gonna go make a she-cat apprentice just for him. (I might be joking. I'm not sure yet.)
Gah!!! I don't have time to post any more!!! I PROMISE to post tomorrow. I just have all these dang tests and projects and stuff. ((Really, what is the point in having to plan a trip to France? I'm not learning anything, except that shoes are EXPENSIVE!!!))

[Molten]

(( Its okay!! I feel your pain! I have to finish my Social studies project!!))

[Nightpool]

((Uh-oh, I wasn't very clear there, was I? Sorry! What I mean is that, if he tells another BlazeClan cat that she's feeding him, she'll blatantly deny it. The BlazeClan cats will BELIEVE that Rowanfur is lying about Fireflower feeding him, and then put him to death.))

Goldfire nodded. "You do have a good reason to be upset. And, no, we don't drink water." Who would want to drink cold lava? Not anyone he knew! "As for eating, we don't do that either. We've just...never needed to." It was the best explanation he could give. Even he wasn't sure why it was this way. "Since we've never needed to, it's wasteful to go find food." Then, he turned thoughtful, more so than usual. "Though, now I'm wondering, is it hereditary? If it is, then your going to have problems. Then again, cats who were born into other clans and have powers have moved here, and I've never heard of them needing to eat or drink. Then again, maybe it was kept secret." He shook his head slowly. "I would say to ask the Eternal, but with the Forsaken still unborn, and the unfortunate...accident that happened to the last Speaker, leaving no one in his place, it is rather difficult. Well," he shrugged, "If you begin to feel hungry or thirsty, we will find a way to sneak you out."

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[Smokeleaf]

ooc: Ohhhhh... So the lie that hasn't happened yet... I was really confused. Thanks for clarifying. By the way, nice cover-up for a lack of cats. Beats my "Ohhh noooo Phantom ate SootClan!!!"
I'm noticing a theme here... "And when that summer sun starts a-beatin' down and you don't know what to do, grab your swimming trunks, pack up that old Igloo and drive until the map turns blue..."
bic:

"So there are other poisons!" The tom rose to his feet, thrashing his tail back and forth as he neared the she-cat. "Which one did you use, then? Hmm? I know you don't trust me. Why else would you put me in this place? What harm have I done you? You're not so scary, you know. At least, I'm not intimidated. I can tell you're lying, every word you say. If you don't eat, why would you hunt? And don't tell me you don't hunt, because voles don't just materialize, and it's too good to be your first catch."
He unsheathed his claws, preparing for a fight. She was much too proud to stand for such criticism, and even if she was, he was only getting started. He could mention anything. What was that called? The Flaming Eternal? He'd fight to the death to defend StarClan; Fireflower had to be the same way.

"Don't talk about your brother that way!" Gingernose mewed, although even she had to admit that it could hardly be called a "scolding." She didn't have it in her to reprimand her kits, particularly not Sunkit. He was just so amazing, and special! My special kit!
She forced herself away from those thoughts and looked down at him. "Okay, so he's slightly effeminate. That's okay! If every cat were the strongest and the fastest and the best, then no one would be! And anyway, you shouldn't speak to him like that. Even if he's only an apprentice now, he will be a Pelt before you, and you will have to respect him. You'd might as well practice now."

Roantail blinked, his pelt prickling uncertainly. "Well... I don't know about sneaking out... I don't think Eternalstorm would like that very much, and anyway, there's plenty of prey running around the volcano as it is. Why, Rustpaw found a... a... a mold right here this morning." He nodded enthusiastically, then licked his lips just for show. "Mmmm, mold. Sounds tasty, huh?"

Small, gray ears flicked slightly, and the might head swung backward toward the entrance to his den. I know I heard my name,Eternalstorm thought, curiosity pecking at his heart. His white paw met the ground again and he leaped down from his perch. Where did I hear my name? An image of the volcano quickly slipped into his mind, and he traced all the different tunnels and caves until deciding on one. That was Goldfire's voice, was it not? The elder had been around a long time; he was one of the few cats who had heard the Eternal's voice before. Even Eternalstorm couldn't remember what he sounded like, but that Goldfire was quick as a whip. A bit crazy, perhaps, and Eternalstorm had his suspicions, but he would trust him with his life, if he had to.
He'd seen the elder watching the lava in some of the lowest tunnels before, and decided to head that way. He was bored to death, and even if he couldn't engage in conversation, there was no harm in checking up on his Clan mates. Without blinking, he pushed his way through the thin veil of lava and began the trek through the mighty mountain...

[Molten]

(( lol mold xDD 'Mold.. mmm tasty' ))

Molten smiled at the thought of sneaking in a yummy mole or two, since she found allot of these earthly creatures on the volcano. Her face transformed into a sinister look. "Sounds like a plan," she meowed. She cought almost taste the food in her mouth. Her teeth chattered, as if ripping apart its meat in her mouth. But all she could feel was... well, her other teeth, which was hard and not as squishy as mole meat. Unfortuenetly, she had an empty space in her jaw lower where she lost some teeth, and when her sharp canines bit into her soft gums, she let out a sharp yowl of pain, and blood flowed in her mouth, as well as the taste of copper.
But then it got worse, she smelled the unfamiliar scent of Eternalstorm. "Oh great," she thought sarcasticly. If her teeth has never jabbed into her gums like knife onto a rotting apple, then she wouldn't muttered it. Now her mouth felt numb, every part.


"Fine," Sunkit sighed sarcasticly, "I'm gonna go beat him up for practice against intruders." Of course his mother wouldn't punish him that badly, he was too charming.

[Nightpool]

Goldfire winced slightly as blood began to drip from Molten's jaws. For the first time, it struck him as odd that all the other clans had a special kind of Pelt that learned how to treat the other Pelts' injuries and sicknesses while BlazeClan did not. Probably because the Pelts of their clan never got sick, since there was nothing to get sick from, and since they never went outside, they never got hurt. Though they might occasionally step on a sharp stone, every Pelt knew how to pull out the rock and lick the pad clean. So what to do about Molten?

Goldfire was about to suggest finding something to stop the bleeding, but was stopped by the sight on a familiar cat. With a familiar white paw. He dipped his head to the Eternal of BlazeClan. "Eternalstorm," he murmured respectfully, dipping his head. "How nice to see you out of your den."

Fireflower sunk her claws into the ground and closed her eyes. Deep breath...In-two-three-four, out-two-three-four... She couldn't kill this 'warrior', as he called himself. Goldfire would be horribly displeased. So, she settled for something less.

Her eyes flew open, the green blazing with fury. "Listen. Up." She meowed, sheathing her claws as she walked very slowly and deliberately toward him. "I did not put you in here. I have trained with my mentor to learn how to hunt, just so I can feed your ungrateful hide. You have done nothing wrong, at least that I know, so I have no reason to kill you, but you are quickly giving me to. And," At this point, she stood almost directly in front of him. She all out glared at him then, "I don't lie. Eat the mole."

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[Smokeleaf]

For the first time, Rowanfur was scared.
Even when he was being interrogated by these strange cats, he wasn't scared. He just held his head high, answered their questions, and peacefully allowed them to throw him and his brother in this mess. He hadn't been scared since back in StreamClan, maybe since he was a kit. Maybe he'd never been this scared. But suddenly, seeing the angry she-cat looming before him, pelt fluffed out, eyes glaring, voice raising--he was truly intimidated.
"Well, I, um... Would you like some?"
His words surprised even himself. He was outright terrified; what he meant to say was, "You can't tell me what to do!" or "You couldn't kill me if you tried!" or the ever-popular "Say hello to my leetle friend!" Instead, all that came out were kind words.
At least, kinder than he had intended.

Roantail shuddered at the sudden sight of blood. He knew, as a BlazeClan Pelt, he shouldn't be afraid of such a silly little thing, and to tell the truth, he wasn't. However, bloodshed was rare, and he just couldn't get adjusted to it.
Deep in thought, he hardly noticed the pawsteps thundering behind him until it was almost too late. Hearing Goldfire's words, he whipped around, looking straight into the eyes of the Eternal.
Oh, rock.*
"Hello, Eternalstorm," he mewed, trying to keep his voice level. He struggled for something else to say, some kind of conversational topic, but all he could think of were questions. How foolish, to interrogate a cat who could not answer!
Te room had suddenly grown awkward. Roantail shifted his weight from side to side, growing more and more nervous by the second. He honored the Eternal greatly, but he was so nerve-wracking to be around. How could you possibly hold a conversation with him? You couldn't, at least, not with the Forsaken unborn and the Speaker... (No one liked to talk about what happened to him.) Finally, he looked back up and purred.
"It's been an awful long time since you've left the den. Are you feeling okay?" Yes and no questions, he could answer. "It's great to see you again, erm... brother."

Eternalstorm blinked at the Pelts before him, glad to have joined them. Still, he couldn't help but notice the tension in the air, and the sudden desire of the other cats to prove themselves. He bowed his head respectfully to Goldfire, and nodded simply to Roantail. The newcomer, Molten, was with them, clearly struggling to control bloodflow from her mouth--Flaming Eternal, help her--and a young apprentice, Rustpaw. Were there no others? Funny. Usually Fireflower was with her former mentor, and Sunkit traumatizing his brother, and Gingernose mothering them all...
Why yes,he thought, silently answering Roantail's question. I am feeling fabulous. Who could possibly feel bored, when nothing ever happens here? No, I'm perfectly fine. Perfectly, utterly fine.
He nodded in response, thinking the truthful shake-of-the-head would cause alarm, and blinked. How he wanted so much to talk! How he...
Brother?
Roantail rarely acknowledged their kinship, and he longed to be able to respond. All Eternalstorm could do was blink, and that was the end of their bonding.
Sometimes he hated this position.

"Why, Sunkit, that is very noble of you! Unfortunately, we have no intruders in BlazeClan," she didn't mention the prisoners, "so that's really not necessary. Maybe your brother could teach you a few things, though! He could get you prepared for an attack! How about that?"
Gingernose purred, loving her idea of compromise. Surely appeasement was a very motherly thing to do; what could possibly go wrong?



ooc: *Yeah, I don't know what to say here. What kind of "swear-words" would they use? They don't know what foxes are, so they can't say fox dung; they don't seem to know what mice are so they can't say "mousebrain." StarClan is out, and Flaming Eternal is a mouthful. So it was either rock or fireballs.

[Molten]

Molten nearly forgot about the pain in her mouth, or the blood streaming from it, staining the black furs on her chin and neck, when she turned her head to face the Eternal. She also noticed Roantail. 'Well, I had a feeling that there was someone watching me,' she thought. But why was everyone struck with fear? Was this an intruder?
"Umm," Molten meowed without noticing it, "Who are you and should I be scare...-" Her voice faded into bubbling blood, which was the awkward moment when she wished she hadn't said anything. She blinked nervously. Her gums were numb. She spit it out the ground, and let out a sharp, "OUCH!" Karma, perhaps? Molten should've kept her jaws shut. She let her eyes look at Goldfire, and gave him a gaze that meant, 'Should I run?'

Sunkit moaned, "Fine..." with a sigh of protest and walked out of the den after licking Gingernose on the forehead. It was a good exuse to leave the den! Yea right, like he was going near Rustpaw! Sunkit headed in the direction that most of the cats were in. And of course, Rustpaw was there, training. Why didn't Sunkit expect this? Molten had blood dribbling for her maw, and everyone was staring fearfully at the sacred Eternal.

[Nightpool]

Good. The tom seemed pacified for now, at least. She settled back on her haunches allowing her fur to lie flat, and she blinked, her green eyes turning from scorching and burning to the merely determined emerald flames. It would be much easier to speak to him now that he was calmer. Note to self: Toms can be scared off by anger.

She refused his terrified invitation with a polite shake of her head. "I don't think I can," she explained. "It's tradition. At least, I think it is." She then looked confused. "Is sharing moles some kind of 'Star-Clan' tradition?"

Goldfire glanced at Molten, giving her skeptical look. Why should she run? This was the Eternal, their illustrious leader!

All of a sudden, it hit him. Molten hadn't met the Eternal yet! Well, it was a good of a time as any for an introduction. "Molten," he meowed to the still-bleeding she-cat, "This is the Eternal, the leader of BlazeClan, Eternalstorm. Eternalstorm, you probably already know all about her, but this is Molten."

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[Molten]

"Oh.." Molten sighed in relief, with a little giggling noise mixed in. Her mouth had finally stopped bleeding, but she still couldn't feel it. A nervious look stole her face. She spit the blood out that was still stuck in her mouth. The Eternal would probably think that it was a normal thing for outsiders to have bloody mouths.. or he would think she was an intruder who had feasted on one of his cats. A normal BlazeClan Pelt would have like five times the strength of a TimberClan warrior, but then there's their leader... Whoa. And even the Pelts were scared of him. He must be very powerful.. Maybe enough to kill someone in just one pounce? Or maybe he had a crueler, more painful way for death. Molten hoped that he didn't think she was an intruder..

((I know, this is a really short post xD)

[Smokeleaf]

Eternalstorm blinked impatiently at the she-cat. Not know who he was? Preposterous! Every cat from sea to shining sea knew of the Eternal! What sort of rockheaded newcomer was this?
But he couldn't just say that, mostly because he couldn't say anything, so instead he just bowed respectfully. Poor cat, he thought with a hint of amusement in his inner voice. She's absolutely paralyzed from fear. Molten... interesting name. He searched his memory, but could only faintly recall welcoming her to the Clan. Nothing ever happened here, and the days just ran together. Was it only a day ago, or moons, or darn near years? He purred (but only in his thoughts). Days, moons, years--these were things those rockheaded prisoners meowed about. Were they dead yet? He hoped so. He didn't enjoy hearing their annoying cries.
Growing tired of this "pleased to meet you," "nice to see you," "holy crow I'm scared!" chatter, he looked for something else to talk about. In his few moons as the Eternal, he learned how to communicate without actually speaking. Tail or nose gestures were often quite sufficient, so he motioned toward the newcomer's distorted paw. Being quite attached to his own paw (it was the only friend he had that would respond to his questions), he was quite interested in the feet of others. Perhaps she had an interesting story to tell? He rather enjoyed stories; it meant he could listen for hours on end without having to find something new to "talk" about. After making sure that someone knew what he was thinking of, he sat down and curled his tail over his paws, save for the glistening white jewel he so often polished. He preferred to show it off.

Roantail, too, was curious about the things she had to tell. After her tales of "water," he longed to hear everything he could. He glanced back at Rustpaw again to make sure he was listening, and saw Sunkit bounding toward them. He sighed, knowing the kit would most likely chatter on and provoke some kind of rumble, which would surely upset Eternalstorm. His shoulders tensed just in case he had to break up a fight, but he tried to relax to see what would happen next. Hopefully, his desires would be met.

"Wait! Sunkit!" Gingernose sighed, letting her weight rest on the ground. Oh, joy. He was supposed to be in the nursery. He was supposed to stay there, until he was summoned! She watched his small, red tail pounce out of view, then rolled her eyes and padded back to the nursery. "Oh, Flaming Eternal," she whispered, "have mercy on me!"

Rowanfur blinked, his mouth hanging open, his eyes agape. "You don't eat? You're serious. You don't eat. Wow. I was assuming the whole water/deathberries thing was just vernacular, like 'warriors.' I didn't think that was possible; at home, even our strongest warriors die if they don't eat." He cleared his throat, wondering if he'd made StreamClan seem weak. He didn't want to be the reason another Clan attacked his. "And no, it's not tradition; it's courtesy."

[Nightpool]

Fireflower shook her head. "No, I've never eaten." she replied. "I've just...never needed to. Though, tell me," her eyes brightened a little, "What's it like? To eat, I mean? I think it would be uncomfortable, to swallow bones and fur and flesh." She wrinkled her nose at the though.

"So..." she paused, thinking. "All Pelts - sorry, warriors - have to eat, or they die?" What a thought! Death was so rare in BlazeClan, except at the eclipses, but that wasn't really the death she was thinking of. One would think that there was a lot of death going on outside of the volcano. For once, Fireflower was glad to live inside the lava tubes of the great fiery mountain, rather than outside with what surely had to be piles of bodies. "I'm glad I live in BlazeClan. That hunting stuff is hard! And you have to hunt every day, or else you die!"

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