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  1. Ah, Nydedri. Harsh and uncompromising as always. How they had managed to not kill each other last time they partied was a mystery (more like 'how Aster had avoided being killed, if he was honest, because he was sure that Nydedri could take him in a fight). Ah, well. He supposed that it made her an effective leader, even if she was rude and difficult to get along with, and he had to agree with her on this bit. Sort of, anyway. This was serious business, but did she have to be quite so cruel? Amanda obviously had thought about that a bit, and had to have some experience with video games. Not that video game experience was rare or anything, but it still deserved a bit of respect, didn't it? ...At least the question of whether they were splitting up or not was settled. "Great, we've decided on something."

     

    The Phoenix Knights? He wasn't sure that he had heard of them before. Maybe they'd been mentioned somewhere? Whatever. If Naudleigh trusted them, then Aster didn't think that he'd have a problem working with them. Obviously, increasing the group size would mean less mobs to fight and therefore less loot and exp, but it would be safer. "Sure, why not? We might as well go with another party. It's not like this is a hunting expedition where the goal is to raise our levels or something. If there's more of us, then I doubt we'll have much trouble with the mobs at all!" ...that sounded a bit too carefree. "I mean, we still shouldn't be reckless! We'll be just be safer. We could all still die," he backpedaled. "Anyway! Do you have a way to contact them? You've friended one of them or...?"


  2. A small group seemed to be gathered in one spot, along with their pokemon. Excellent, perhaps she could talk to them. She approached the group at a jog, Vaporeon following quickly behind her.

     

    "...xcuse me?"

     

    Things didn't seem to be off to that good of a start, if someone was already using that tone. How? They were all the champions of legendaries, weren't they? They were supposed to be helping each other, not fighting! The girl continued talking, and Katrina started to like her less and less. Even if someone tried to insult her, it was no reason to react like that. What was she, five?

     

    Well, actually, taking a closer look, she didn't look much older than nine. The girl was sickly and pale and- oh, what had happened to her fingers? Katrina felt a pang of sympathy; that was horrible. The girl's skull had mutated as well, giving her squarish horns, and her feet had become too warped for shoes. Looking around, Katrina realized that her own mutations had actually been quite tame. The girl wasn't the only one with horns, and one boy had this weird... thing around his abdomen. Still others didn't really seem to have any odd features at all. Why was that, she wondered? Shouldn't they all have been changed similarly?

     

    The girl's mother, at least, seemed to be much more mature and likable. That was good, at least there was someone who didn't seem to be rude or horrid in any other way. She didn't like boy with the thing on his abdomen all that much, either. He seemed overly commanding to her, to be honest. Calm down, couldn't he? As serious as the situation was, he didn't have to make it sound so hopeless. At least he seemed to know something, unlike everyone else. The legendaries were trapped by Hoopa? That would explain why they'd left. "I'm Katrina, champion of Ho-oh. Cheer up, won't you all? There's no point in fighting, and I'm sure we'll be able to manage," she said, smiling. "Where are be supposed to go next, anyways? Ho-oh's told be almost nothing."


  3. Oh, good, more people. The announcement had been popular enough, then. He supposed that that made sense, given how well-known «Lily's Thorns» was. Actually, he wouldn't be too surprised if more people showed up, but then they'd have to turn them down or create two parties. They'd just hit the limit of six with the arrival of the second girl whose name he didn't yet know. Perfect!

     

    Though, he wasn't all that sure about Naudleigh's plan. Splitting up at all... well, it seemed like something might go terribly wrong. What if the scouts got surrounded? What if there was some kind of trap involving a closing door? It sounded too dangerous. Still, seven paces wasn't all that far and having some kind of scout would be helpful. The question was, which option was more risky? The increase in efficiency wasn't worth it if it came with increased danger. His gut instinct went with 'stay together'. Might as well argue for that, then, even if he'd just go with whatever the other decided.

     

    The girl, Amanda, seemed to be considering Naudleigh's plan as well. It was a pretty name, but Aster wondered about it. It was a common English name, wasn't it? Huh, from his experience most SAO names were uncommon names, words, or just whatever the user thought sounded cool. It wasn't that odd, though.

     

    "Hey, Amanda! Nice to meet you, I'm Aster. Light armor, one-handed sword, shield, nothing special," he said. "Anyways, should we really split up at all? I mean, if we have two people walking between the scouts and the main party, then what's the point? We might as well just walk in a single-file line. I think that it'd be safer to stick together. There could be door-traps or something that try to split people off from the rest of the group."


  4. Katrina shivered as the warmth from the transformation left her. At least some of her hair had changed color, which was weird. It wasn't something that bothered her (on the contrary, she'd been thinking on and off about dying it), but she was a slight bit worried. Ho-oh had never mentioned anything about her physical appearance changing. Was there anything else they hadn't told her?

     

    A small mirror was included in the room. She turned to look at it, curious about what her hair looked like. It was better than she expected. Bright streaks of color melded together, flowing down her shoulders. Her eyes, too, were different. They kept changing in color, from blue to violet to red. Her new appearance was fitting of the Rainbow Pokemon, then. "So, my hair's all colorful now, then?"

     

    The legendary didn't reply.

     

    Apparently she wasn't going to get much help, then. A bit bothered by this, she drew a hair tie from her pocket and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Next, she put on a raincoat. The hood would hopefully hide her hair, for now. She'd like to avoid as many questions as possible until she reached the fields. There wasn't much that could be done about her eyes, but oh well. If anyone asked, then... ah, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

     

    She returned Houndoom and Ninetales to their pokeballs before exiting the room and heading downstairs. She explained that there had been a change of plans and was leaving, then paid the price for the partial day use of the room and left the Pokemon Center.

     

    In a flash of white light, she released Vaporeon from his pokeball and the pokemon trotted beside her. It was good to have some sort of protection, nowadays. Besides, Vaporeon actually liked the rain, unlike the more intimidating Houndoom. Might as well let him enjoy it.

     

    Eventually, she reached the fields. There were many other people there- too many for it to be unrelated to her situation, what with the weather how it was. Another thing Ho-oh hadn't told her, then (should have asked a few more questions). She supposed that it did make sense: if she was Ho-oh's champion, then obviously the other legendaries had champions as well. That also explained why she was supposed to go to the fields in the first place, to meet the other champions. It had been an odd order. Maybe someone else had some more answers?


  5. I'm going to have to go with Fortree as well, for convenience. Katrina's been stubbornly running around and trying to beat the gyms, but I said in my post that she's somewhere without electricity and everywhere else is pretty far away. I'm guessing that Fly doesn't work nearly as well as it does in the games?

     

    Also, after thinking about it I changed Katrina's post-transformation hair color a bit. Is that alright? I'm very sorry, I forgot ask.


  6. Katrina sighed as she looked out the window of the Pokemon Centre, then dropped her gaze back down to her candle-lit book. Through her headphones (the power of her music player had died awhile ago, but she still wore them out of habit) she could hear the sound of raindrops pounding against the glass. The weather had been so strange lately- clouds gathered much faster than they should have, and dissipated just as quickly after a heavy rainfall. It was frustrating; she would go outside to train or play with her pokemon, only to get soaked. Ninetales could only affect the weather so much- the poor pokemon couldn't keep the sun out for very long, especially when the weather was like it was. Besides, the fire-type was injured, and was being cared for.

     

    Really, I should have picked a more interesting book to read, Katrina thought as she stroked Houndoom's head. This one had a dull writing style, and she knew most of what it was saying already. She was hoping for more info on dealing with her team's weakness to rock-type attacks, but the book couldn't seem to do much more than state the obvious. Why did Stone Edge have to be such a common move... Oh, look, a rainbow. Maybe if she should have found something else to do, if the sky was more interesting on her book.

     

    Hm...

    Katrina looked up and glanced around wildly. Was someone talking to her? No, she decided. She hadn't heard a sound; it felt more like the soft presence of something in her mind. Feathers brushing against her consciousness, the warmth of flames flickering against her soul. Something like that, if she wanted to be poetic.

     

    The presence faded as the clouds moved to cover the sun in the distance, causing the rainbow to fade.

     

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     

    For about an hour, things were normal. Ninetales was successfully healed, but Katrina didn't plan on leaving. She was currently in her rented room, and was staying the night. Hopefully the sky would clear up the next day. The Pokemon Center was barely able to run, what with the lack of power and all, but it was still open.

     

    The clouds broke open once again, and the presence returned.

     

    I have found you to be worthy.

     

    Worthy? What...?

     

    I can tell that you are confused. My name is Ho-oh.

     

    Ho-oh? She hadn't even been sure that the legendary existed. Why would they be talking to her now?

     

    Will you be my champion?

     

    "I don't know what that means," she whispered, hoping that no-one else would notice her and think that she was talking to herself. She wasn't sure if Ho-oh would be able to hear her or not, but she didn't know what else to try. How did telepathy work, exactly?

     

    You will gain my power- the power over fire and life. In turn, you will promise to fight for me. Once you have received it, you will head to the fields outside of Fortree City. Do you accept?

     

    This is crazy. It was Ho-oh talking to her, though. Surely they wouldn't lie or harm her. They were a pokemon known for bringing happiness and rainbows, after all. "I accept."

     

    Instantly, she was bathed in a bright light. It swirled around like fire, if fire was colored in blues and greens and reds. At first she was shocked, but it wasn't hot at all. It was just pleasantly warm, and brought a feeling of joy with it. Houndoom barked, waking Ninetales from where she was sleeping.

     

    Her eyes tingled slightly, and the light faded. Katrina gasped; she felt exhausted, yet energized at the same time. She watched in awe as color seeped into the hair that had fallen in front of her face, like ink spreading through water.


  7. Yay, I finished my form.

     

    Name: Katrina Mason

    Age: 17

    Legendary: Ho-oh

    Appearance: Before: Katrina's dark brown hair is long, reaching down past her shoulders. It's usually kept tied back in various ways- clips, braids, a ponytail- whatever she feels like for the day. Her large eyes are a deep brown, and her olive skin has been tanned from constant exposure to sunlight. She has a slender build, and is a few inches taller than average. Preferring bright colors, she likes to wear sleeveless shirts and shorts.

    After: Ho-oh has caused Katrina's hair to change colors, becoming bright and vibrant. On the top of her head, most of it has become red. A lock of hair above her eyes has become golden, mimicking Ho-oh's crest. Starting just above the tops of her ears, orange steaks starts becoming mixed in with the red. Lower than that the hair is yellow, and so on to violet (each strand of hair is just one color, so it looks more like streaks than horizontal stripes, if that makes sense). She's glad about this change, but some might say that her hair is now painfully bright. Her eyes, meanwhile, can't seem to decide on what color they are. Depending on the lighting and angle that they're viewed at, they switch through the colors of the rainbow.

    Personality: Katrina is very cheerful, and wishes to bring happiness to people. People whom she likes, anyway. She doesn't like anyone who is mean, rude, untrustworthy, etc., and she often refuses to even talk to them. Why would she waste her time with them, when they'd probably never change? Second chances aren't a thing that she gives out freely. However, she is intensely loyal to those whom she likes, and doesn't jump to conclusions. Once someone earns her trust, it takes a lot to break it. She is also very passionate and determined, and isn't likely to give up on saving her friends.

    Pokémon:

    Houndoom (38)

    Vaporeon (35)

    Swellow (36)

    Ninetales (37)

    Leafeon (35)

    Cherrim (34)

    History: --

    Abilities/Skills:

    Kill it with Fire She can create small amounts of fire. It's not very hot or suited for combat, but can help out in a pinch. With great effort she can create a larger fireball, but it would likely make her faint on the spot.

    Heal it with Fire: Katrina has become resistance to damage from fire. High temperatures will still burn her, but the flames of campfires will slowly heal her instead.

    Other: She loves sunlight, and thus her pokemon team is based around using intense sunlight.


  8. Aster hated quests where you had to wait for an item to be randomly dropped. It was impossible to tell how long they would take from the start, but it was always a long time if you wanted something good. Take this quest, for example; he'd been trying all day to get a sword better than his NPC-made «Iron Straight-Sword», and had only gotten halfway through the quest.

     

    He'd heard that, two days into the game, two players had been killed by the «Small Yellow Bees» that they were fighting. He wasn’t worried, though. Five days later, everyone had become much stronger, and he was working with three other players. Despite the bees’ tendency to swarm every once in a while, the group had no difficulty fighting them off. They were almost pathetically weak. Of course, this meant that their exp. and Cor drops were terrible, and it was boring to fight them. One or two good sword strokes would cause them to shatter into blue polygons, and they were slow for insect-type monsters.

     

    After dismissing yet another exp. window, Aster checked the time. There was plenty of time left in the day, but they’d been killing bees for hours and it had become terribly dull. Seriously, who designs these quests…? To advance in the quest, a dozen of the rare drops were needed. Aster had so far gotten half that many, and the others hadn’t been having much better luck. The sun was beginning to set, anyway, so the diurnal bees were starting to spawn less often.

     

    “I think I’m going to head back to the Town of Beginnings to drop off my vendor trash, anyone else coming?”

    “There’s a bit of time left. I’m going to try to get another drop before heading back,” one of the others said.

     

    “Alright. Well, the spawning’s slowing down a bit now, so if I leave then then you guys won’t have to wait. Sound good? Bye!”

     

    The rest of them echoed his farewell as he turned to leave. There was some other reason that he wanted to get back to town around sunset… what was it? Ah, he’d remember once he got back. Probably. If he didn't, it probably wasn't a big deal.

     

    Once he reached town, Aster sold his vendor trash to an NPC. It didn't take long, as the price was fixed and couldn't be changed by arguing (not that the NPCs would even be able to understand if you tried). He then went to check the announcement board for any updates- oh. Right, of course, that was it. The labyrinth entrance had finally been opened, so someone had been looking for a group to explore it with. That had sounded interesting- why not go? It had been open for a day or two already, so it was likely that all of the good stuff was already taken by the beta testers. Still, it would be cool to explore, and maybe they could help clear the dungeon. At the current rate it would take years to clear the game- well. Hopefully things would speed up a bit later, or they’d be stuck for quite awhile. Best not to think about it too much.

     

    "Hey man, what's good?"

     

    Oh, hey, it was Naudleigh. "Nothing much, I'm going to go meet up with this group that's planning to go explore the labyrinth. You busy?"

    "Nah, mind if I come along?"

    "Of course not, that'd be great. Let's go, then?" The more the merrier, after all. Plus, it would be more fun to go with someone that he already knew.

     

    "Let's go."

     

     

    The tavern wasn't very full, which made sense, given the time of day. Aster scanned the tavern for anyone that he might know, and spotted Nydedri. Ah. Lovely. Right, now that he thought of it the announcement had mentioned her guild (perhaps he should have paid more attention to it). Last time they partied they hadn't gotten along all that great. Nydedri had been a bit rude. ...Maybe they would get along better this time? Hopefully some other people would show up. He didn't want to be in a party that was too small if he had to talk to her.

     

    For now he might as well go talk to her, though. “Hey Nydedri!” he said, walking over to her. He sat down at a different table, then turned his chair around a bit so that he could face Nydedri and Ybyl. “So, uh, you’re gathering people to explore the labyrinth, righ? I can come. Probably. So can Naudleigh.” Great, now I've annoyed her and she won’t let me come…


  9. Thanks! That's exactly was I was thinking. I was really confused about what was going on while lining it, haha. I need to work on drawing heads from different angles.

     

    (The crit is very much appreciated, don't worry biggrin.gif)


  10. Aster's basically been partying with different people, taking group quests, and so on. Like Narvix said, at some point Aster and Nydedri partied together and didn't get along very well. Anyone else should let me know if they want their character and Aster to have met before the start. At the beginning of the RP he'll probably be in a tavern or something after leaving his last party, where he could meet up with a few other characters. This could be changed, if there's somewhere more convenient where he could start.


  11. Hello! I don't have much experience with art, so this thread's going to be a thing to post my stuff while I try to improve. Expect my style to change a lot as I try to figure out what works.

     

    I'll take requests, but only two at a time. They'll probably take quite awhile, too, and I can't really draw people. It's one of the things I need to work on (which is everything).

     

    Anyway, here's what I've done so far.

     

    A tree monster thing and a squirrel, for Coryn's The Death Game RP.

     

    A Flamel (that snake cross thing from FMA)

     

    Sorry, there's not much here yet. I'll add more once I draw it.

     

     

     

    ~Current Requests~

     

    None yet


  12. A horse. Lauren had almost become a horse.

     

    Taylor’s initial reaction was to disbelieve her. Lauren was lying, or the stress of the previous day had gotten to her and she was imagining things. People didn’t just become horses. After everything else Taylor didn’t need any other absurd things to have happened. She just wanted to forget everything. Why did she even come, why didn’t she stay home…

     

    Her nails were digging into her palms again, and there were tears starting to form in her eyes. Simon’s outburst wasn’t helping. After all that, and he still wanted to try morphing? Maybe he really was going crazy, or maybe they all were.

     

    Andrew wasn’t any better. What, he thought that they were just going to stop the Yeerks without morphing? Not that she wanted to morph. It was the last thing that she wanted to do, but… well, five teenagers didn't have a chance of stopping an alien invasion on their own without superpowers. Morphing wouldn’t help much anyway, not against a race of space faring, mind-controlling alien slugs (why was this happening to her), but it would have to be a bit useful.

     

    "What, you don’t want us to morph, but you expect us to hold off the ...Yeerks for long enough for some Andalites to save us?" It was the first thing that she had said since the night before. Her voice was hoarse, desperate, and there was a noticeable pause before she said the names of either of the aliens. Still, she hoped that she had at least gotten some of her point across.

     

    "And another thing, how do you know all this about the morphing?" This time there was a bit of frantic anger in her voice. The Andalite had never mentioned anything about the morphing stopping because of a lack of concentration. He hadn’t had time. So how could Andrew possibly know about this? Was he a Controller? Taylor was exhausted, and the inconsistency bothered her.

     

    She was being paranoid, she knew. Even if Andrew somehow was a Controller (and he most certainly wasn’t), there was no way that he’d be stupid enough to expose himself like that. She took a deep breath to calm herself. There was no use in panicking, however rational a response it might seem. Still, there was definitely something that Andrew hadn’t told them yet, unless he was just guessing, which she doubted. "Just... please explain."


  13. Panting and gasping, Taylor reached her house and ripped the door open, slamming it shut behind her. With shaking fingers, she pulled off her shoes and tossed them to the side. She stumbled as she climbed the staircase. Pain shot through her knee, but it felt dulled and unreal.

     

    Like everything else.

     

    Once at the top of the stairs, Taylor opened the door to her room and rushed inside. She grabbed the doorknob and twisted it to lock the door, but didn’t let go. Couldn’t. Her knuckles were turning white and the sharp edges of the doorknob were digging into her palm, but all she could do was grip it harder. She leaned against the door with her other hand, taking in large, gasping breaths. The air seemed far too thin, and there was no way to breathe without feeling like she wasn’t getting enough oxygen. Her heart was racing, and her vision grew blurry.

     

    Breathe, breathe, just focus on breathing and calm down and it’ll all be okay... Haha. Things had always been okay before, hadn’t they? Maybe not great, but okay, except this wasn’t like before at all. Everything was completely different, and she couldn’t trust anything. She couldn’t calm down, not when everything was so wrong and when she couldn’t breathe. The sting of tears pricked at the corners of her eyes while her gasps turned into choked sobs.

     

    She wasn’t sure how long she was like that for. Time didn’t seem to flow right, and everything seemed unreal and out of focus. All she knew was that at some point her breathing and heart rate began to slow. Focusing on keeping her breaths steady helped, until at some point she was calm enough to lurch to her feet. When had she fallen? It was difficult to remember.

     

    Things seemed to be rather dreamlike after that. She went through her nightly routine mechanically, not thinking about anything other than the present. Sleep came soon, but was disturbed throughout the night.

     

    The next morning she felt a little better, though not much. Anxiety gnawed at her stomach, but she wasn’t crying or breathing too quickly. Her hands still shook as she got dressed and she felt exhausted, but she wasn’t caught in a hopeless blur. That was good, at least.

     

    There was a temptation to try to convince herself that the events of the previous night had all been a dream. It almost felt like it had been a dream. Unfortunately, pretending that it had been a dream would be lying to herself, and she was a terrible liar. Her memories seemed blurred, yet were vivid in some places. The terror deep in her stomach, the gleam of the morphing cube, the Andalite’s calm conviction that he would die. No, those things didn’t seem dreamlike at all. A nightmare at best, but she knew that even that was wrong. Despite none of it fitting into her worldview at all, despite how it wasn’t right, it had happened.

     

    She clenched her fists, and her breathing started to speed up again. Aliens were not normal. An alien invasion was something that she had never even considered with the slightest hint of seriousness. How was she supposed to react? She had no plans, no ideas on how to go on with her life and make things normal again.

     

    There was a knock at the door. Taylor jumped, the noise distracting her from her thoughts. She glanced down at her palms and rubbed them where her nails had dug into her skin. A heavy sigh left her. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, or to let anyone see her as such a mess, but it would be rude to leave whoever was at the door waiting. As far as she knew, her parents were still asleep, and Elise definitely was, so she forced herself to stumble down the stairs and open the front door.

     

    It was Simon. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept all night. Taylor’s mouth went dry. If she hadn’t been fully convinced that the events of the previous night had happened, she was now.

     

    “We’re all meeting at Lauren’s house,” he said.

     

    Taylor nodded stiffly, but didn’t trust herself enough to speak. She left a note on the kitchen table, grabbed her bike, and followed Simon to Lauren’s house.


  14. Icefall

    Icefall blinked. How was she supposed to reply to such a stream of answers and statements? Not that they weren't all good questions. "I slept fine, thank you." Birchfall didn't looked like she had slept very well. Unfortunate, given that they would be needing all of the strength they could get for the journey, but everyone was having difficulty sticking to schedules. She herself was doing her best, but it was more like she was hunting and patrolling for as long as she could each day, rather than sticking to a schedule. It was more motivation to find out what was wrong with the clouds and fix it, though with everything else that was wrong they didn't really need any more.

     

    "They should wake up soon," Icefall said. From the looks of it, most cats were awake already. "If they don't, I'll go wake them up. We should leave as soon as possible." The sooner they left, the farther they could get on the first day. Icefall knew that it wouldn't make much of a difference, but she was tired of the clouds and was anxious to leave.

     

    Out of the corner of her eye, Icefall saw a cat running. She automatically turned her head in that direction, not expecting to see anything of interest. To her surprise, she saw Fleckpelt carrying an unfamiliar kit. What was going on? Her fur bristled slightly, but she flattened it. The kit obviously wasn't a threat. It didn't look dead, so it was probably injured. The Warrior Code did say to protect kits, though Icefall hoped that they didn't use too many herbs on the kit. "It looks like Fleckpelt found an injured loner. I wonder if she'll stay? We already have too many apprentices." Apprentices were good, but not when there were so many. Almost half of the Warriors had apprentices now, and the apprentice den was probably getting a bit crowded. Though, Willowpaw and Thistlepaw would be warriors soon, so another apprentice wouldn't be too horrible.

     

    Marshflight

    Still deep in sleep, Marshflight didn't notice Fleckpelt calling for him and Sagepaw at first. As cats continued to talk, he woke up, confused. What's going on? There was the scent of an unfamiliar cat in his den. A kit, maybe. There was a bit of blood, too. Shocked by the realization, Marshflight snapped awake and stood up. Who was hurt? It was probably serious and bad, and he hadn't woken up in time! His fur thick fur puffed up as he looked around the den. Sagepaw was awake; that was very good. Fleckpelt was there as well, with the strange kit. She had to be the injured one. Slowly, Marshflight calmed down. She looked scared, hungry, and cold, but she wasn't bleeding to death or anything.

     

    He listened to Fleckpelt's story. Chased by dogs? The kit didn't have any obvious wounds, but she would be tired. She could have injured paws as well. "Fleckpelt, could you please grab her something to eat?" he asked. He noticed that Fleckpelt had scraped his shoulder, but it didn't look bad enough to become infected. Marshflight would check once the kitten was taken care of. "Are you okay?" he said gently. She probably didn't like all of the questions, but asking questions was often the best way to find out what injuries a cat had.


  15. Icefall

    Icefall's ears twitched as she awoke. Lifting her head enough that she could see out of the den, she opened her eyes. The light was thin and filtered through the clouds, but it was light enough that she could tell that it was day. She stood up, then arched her back, stretching. After falling asleep earlier than normal she felt well-rested, though with the noise that the apprentices were making it was a wonder that she had fallen asleep at all.

     

    Careful to avoid waking the others who were still sleeping, Icefall walked out of the den. She barely had to squint in the early morning sunlight, and soon her eyes had adjusted enough to allow her to open them fully. Glancing around the camp, she noted that Birchpelt was awake, but neither Sagepaw nor Tallstorm were. She hadn't really expected them to be awake, but was hoping that they would wake up soon so that they could get ready to leave. Well, unless Tallstorm decided to back out. Icefall supposed that Mistystar would just choose someone else to send in that case. They couldn't just send three cats when StarClan had told them to send four, after all.

     

    Without anything else to do, Icefall walked over to Birchpelt. Perhaps they could find something to talk about while waiting for everyone else to wake up. "Hello, Birchpelt," she said.


  16. The slime heard something. A shift in the pile, maybe? It seemed like a sound the the pile might make if some of it was moved. A bit of a wet, soggy sound, a bit of a harsh, scraping sound. It wasn't a large movement; the sounds were too tiny. Why was the pile moving? Nervously, the slime backed up a bit. It didn't sound like a large thing was moving the pile, which was good. Maybe there wasn't a reason to be nervous, then. After all, a small thing couldn't hurt it. If it was a small moving thing, then it would be good food! Excited, the slime climbed over to where it heard the sound, but didn't find anything. It flicked out its wet-getter, but the new sense couldn't detect whatever the moving thing had been. There was too much of a jumble around. Disappointed, the slime didn't know what to do next. Something had caused the movement sound, right? Where had it gone? The slime started climbing down the pile, blindly searching for the moving thing. There! The slime's wet-getter touched something that tasted like the outside of one of the hard, moving things. The thing started to flee, so the slime lunged towards it. Unfortunately, all it got was some thin stuff. It tasted fine, but there wasn't much of it. The slime continued towards the moving thing.

     

    ((Sorry, I was still a bit confused.))


  17. Icefall

     

    Icefall pricked her ears forward to listen to Mistystar's announcement. She needed to know who was leaving, even if she expected to be overlooked as always. Her eyes widened in surprise when she heard her name called. Her? There hadn't been some kind of mistake?

     

    Of course it wasn't a mistake. It made sense that Mistystar had chosen her. She deserved it more than anyone else, after all. Still, it was hard to get over the shock of being acknowledged as being better and more deserving than others. Mistystar had even named her leader of the expedition! Out of all of the others, even Cranewing, Mistystar knew that she would be the best choice.

     

    The others going on the journey were Birchpelt, Tallstorm, and Sagepaw, but that seemed unimportant. Icefall knew that it was important, but it was hard to think of that after hearing that she would be going on the journey. They were good choices; Icefall might've picked them if she was choosing warriors to go on the journey. Birchpelt and Tallstorm were both old and experienced, and they did need a healer. Sagepaw wasn't loud and annoying like some of the other apprentices, which was good.

     

    Icefall pinned her ears back and lashed her tail once when she heard Cranewing. He was acting like an apprentice! Who was he to question his leader? What made him special, that he felt that he needed to go on the journey? He was the deputy, yes, but he would be just as useful back at camp. Even if Tallstorm didn't want to go, Icefall would have picked someone else after that.

     

    Everyone was going back to the dens, but Icefall remembered the fish that she had left by the river. Maybe she did need a full night's sleep for the journey tomorrow, but it wouldn't take her long to reach the fishing spot and get back. Quietly, she slunk out of camp and trotted along the river until she found the fish, then picked then up and turned around. As quickly as she could without getting tired she headed back, dropped the fish on the fresh-kill pile before crawling into the warriors' den. Doing her best to avoid waking anyone else, Icefall curled up in her own nest and fell asleep.

     

    Marshflight

    Marshflight felt his heart beating quicker as Mistystar began her announcement. Who would be leaving? He knew that he wouldn't be and that Sagepaw almost certainly would be. He was afraid that he wouldn't see any of them again, and he wouldn't be able to help them. It wouldn't be his fault, would it? Perhaps he could have trained Sagepaw better. Maybe he said something wrong, or he forgot to tell her something. If he did, and someone died because of it...

     

    No. He was being silly. Sagepaw knew what she was doing. Mistystar finally got to the part of the announcement where she told them which cats would be going. Icefall, Birchpelt, Tallstorm. Marshflight's heart sank when she reached Sagepaw's name. He had known that it was coming, but he had still hoped that her name wouldn't be called. He had to remind himself that it was good that Sagepaw was going. Things had been fine before she had been his apprentice, hadn't they? It would be okay until she got back.

     

    Suddenly feeling tired, Marshflight brought the bones of his fish to the dirtplace and entered his den. Finding the pile of moss that was his nest, he lied down on it to sleep. He could say good-bye in the morning.