Post by gingertyger on Dec 5, 2011 21:48:19 GMT -5
Character Name:
Justin Pryce
Year At Hogwarts:
3rd Year
Least Favorite House:
Slytherin
What would a typical day in your character's life be like?
Justin is the carefree and loose type, so whenever the alarm finally woke him up, he'd drag himself out of bed and mull around until the last possible moment to finally get things done. Justin isn't the academic type, although he tends to ace his classes, especially anything that has to do with animals or nature. Otherwise, he's less than ecstatic about getting to classes.
Classes usually tick by slowly for Justin. Once he's awake and ready to go, he gets antsy when he's bored. His leg usually bounces up and down , a slight tick if you will, due to his fast nature. Once classes are over, he prefers to spend his time alone on tasks that he enjoys, like volunteering to help with the magical creatures, writing music, singing, and drawing.
Justin doesn't seek attention. His accent usually brings the attention of the opposite gender, though he doesn't seek it and definitely doesn't want it. He's a shy character when it comes to girls, and although he has the nerve to talk, he has no idea what comes out of his mouth, so he'll usually hang out with males instead of females.
At the end of the day, he can usually be found in the common room telling a story to someone, playing his guitar or entertaining others. He enjoys bringing smiles to people, and figures that karma'll eventually repay him. If he could have his way, he'd curl up by the fire every night with a cup of hot chocolate and read while the rest of the world just span around him. Classes? Nah. Who needs those?
Describe your character in 7 words or less:
A sample of your RPing: Warriors RP I used to be on
Her fur prickled with anticipation. Each pawstep echoed in the caves where the leader stone was located. This was exhilarating. Crazy. Momentous. There was a metallic buzz in the air that filled her mind and soul with something so… invigorating. It sent shivers down her spine to just be in the presence of the spectacular sight that lay infront of her. The Moonstone shone with a mysterious light, as if it welcomed all, like a moth to light. Something told the dog she was the first dog welcome into it’s presence, and by the way the stone called to her, she knew it was right. Each breath soaked in the life of the room. The lives of so many cats crossed here. Their lines created criss-crossing patterns which formed a complex web of history. It probably wasn’t long before that RiverClan’s past leader had been in the same path her paws were travelling. The giant dog wondered silently to herself. What if they still do not accept me? What if… I am not Wolfstar’s true successor? After all, I am from another land entirely. Perhaps Yukina was wrong..
The stone called her, more fiercely now, as if spirits were getting angry with her doubting. The moonlight shone through the roof of the cavern, illuminating the rock even further. She remembered Yukina’s instructions. Wait until it is night, when the Moonstone is illuminated. Then, you must press your nose against it and see StarClan. The she-cat’s words echoed in her mind and she let out a tiny whimper reserved only for the pups when they were scared of the thunder or howling blizzards on the mountain side. Not for a possibly future leader such as Blizzardhowl. She cast a glance over her shoulder, to see if she could see any sight of her medicine cat friend. However, she was alone in her solitude. With nothing more to do and comprehend, she turned her body back to the moonstone.
Thousands of questions poured through her mind. Will it hurt? What will I see? What if it doesn’t work? The voice of doubt echoed, but the tiny voice within her heart and chest roared like a mighty mountain lion. She took a deep breath, and the fur on her body rippled with anxiety. This was the moment in her history. It seemed like only a few days ago she had left her home and everything she knew, embarked on the longest journey of her life, only to make her way to her destination with more doubts than an elder has fleas. She had went from having everything, to nothing. And now? She could possibly have even more. More than she could ever imagine. She wondered about the nine lives, and if a dog could truly receive them. Only the true leader of a Clan could receive them. Perhaps she was still in luck. The positive thought streak in her mind made her fall to the ground in her sitting crouch, and close her eyes. She let out one last deep breath, and on the exhale, pressed her nose against the rock.
Cold rock. Frozen rock. Light rock. Illuminated rock. Everything had gone back, and Blizzardhowl was unaware if the surrounding area was black, or if she had just refused to open her eyes yet. Her body shuddered with a cold chill, reaching down from the tip of her nose, down to her tail tip, and reverberating through her body until it pooled in her paw pads. An involuntary shiver ripped through her body, causing her to jolt her eyes open. Instead of the black, like she was expecting, she was very much awake, and alive. She was on no set terrain, but instead, suspended in what looked like a night sky, with stars around her. When she went to move, the scenery she looked at seemed to ripple, like water. The dog looked down, only to appear looking up. This startled her, and she jumped slightly, appearing to move away from the world instead of forwards. It was only then she realized she was staring at her reflection. In an amused shame, she lifted her head, only to be nose to nose with her mother.
The initial sight of her mother took her breath away, literally. The dog cowered back slightly, eyes wide with fear. Her voice was shaky as she tried to recall the dog language back to her mouth. All that came out were stammers. Unfortunately, there was no one to warn her of what would happen at Moonstone, because nobody knows what happens. The shock was frightening. After a few seconds, words were able to form. But… Mother.. you’re dead.. you died.. Does this mean, that.. I’m dead too? She asked, looking around frantically. Perhaps the ceremony didn’t work after all! What if she truly wasn’t the real leader of RiverClan? Her whine escaped her throat, but her mother threw her head back and howled. Quiet, Avalanche, silly girl. You’re not dead. You’re in the presence of Spiritpack and StarClan. Look around you, child. Her mother smiled, dipping her head. Blizzardhowl raised her head to look, as told, and as if by magic, thousands of cats and dogs alike appeared, all watching the center point of the show. Her.
I… don’t understand. I was here to receive my nine lives? She asked, and her mother narrowed her eyes, examining her daughter with her wolfish eyes. After a few seconds more, she smiled, exposing her canines. I am here, Blizzardhowl, to bestow your first life upon you. Tell me, Blizzardhowl. What is courage to you? She asked, and Blizzardhowl tilted her head to the side. It seemed like an easy answer, but when she searched her brain for the right words, nothing sounded right. Her silence indicated for her mother to continue. Blizzardhowl… when you were just a pup, you were sorted into the Alpha group. You were either going to have a life or you weren’t, and numerically, you didn’t have the numbers in your favor. But you stepped up for the good of your pack, and look where that got you! She smiled, and her aura seemed to glow. Blizzardhowl. By the power of StarClan and SpiritPack alike, I give you your first life. Use it with courage, and valor. Use your leadership to guide your Clan well. Her mother’s nose pressed into her forehead.
Power surged through Blizzardhowl’s body, causing her to shake slightly. An electric current took hold of her, and when her mother’s nose left her skin, all the fire disappeared. The only thing left was the will to charge into battle for the right cause. Standing up for what you believe in, and the image of her interacting with her first cat. Jumping into the snowy avalanche to save Churning River from a snowy death. All moments she had experienced where her courage was shining bright, like the aura that enveloped her mother. During the contact, it had moved to her. After a moment or two, the light faded into Blizzardhowl, who was left with her legs slightly shaking. Her mother smiled. I love you, Pup. She whispered, and faded into the crowd of thousands. Another dog stepped forward, who looked incredibly familiar. It took Blizzardhowl a moment before she recognized the intricate fur pattern and smug look that always plastered the dog’s face. Blizzardhowl squinted, just to make sure her eyes didn’t deceive her. Churning River?
The husky dipped his head in a sense of respect, and Blizzardhowl went to do the same, but was barked at. She lifted her eyes to Churning River, who was shaking his head. I have been stripped of my name, remember? Just call me Pup 4 once more… The sound of his name gave new life to him, though. You were a better leader than I ever hoped to have been. Than I had ever dreamed of. I dip my head to you because it is the right thing to do. You were our leader, and you saved my life, even in the face of adversity. I had you banished so you couldn’t tarnish my name and make me look bad, since you were the obvious choice for Alpha. So, I’m sorry… I wish it wasn’t my death that made me wiser. Perhaps then I could have apologized to you in life. He muttered. So you do not dip your head to me. He let his hang slightly, and seemed to gain power from the thousands of those around him, all learning lessons with their lives passing. Blizzardhowl proceeded to dip her head to the dog. He did not bark. When she was finished, she locked eyes with him. It takes a strong dog to admit that he’s wrong. It takes courage, something I’ve found the words for recently. Her gaze wandered to her mother, among the thousands around them. So I do dip my head to you, from one friend to another. She smiled.
Churning River nodded. Very well. I accept it, as you should accept your next life. I give you your next life. This is the life of justice. Use it well to find the lies between the words whispered, and use it to guide your paws even in the darkest of times. There is always truth waiting to be found. The wicked hide it, but only the just expose it. He was not the dog she had met before. Death had made him wise, as well as a life of solitude. On one side, she felt terrible for his loss, and life of solitary hunting, without a companion. But on the other side, he wouldn’t have learned as much as he did if that hadn’t have happened. She dipped her head for his nose to press against her forehead. Once again, the strange sensation coursed through her, causing her to want to cry out. But she wouldn’t. Not with all of these ancestors watching. It sent a ripple of pain down her body, and when his nose lifted, she was sent back into her just flashbacks. She was swimming through the snowy avalanche to rescue Churning River, and then helping expose his lies. Churning River taught her justice when they were younger, he just didn’t realize it. He turned to walk away, but she dashed forward and nuzzled his cheek, as if greeting an old friend. Thank you, Churning River. She put emphasis on his name. You taught me justice. I will think of you many times in the future, and I dip my head to you for being such a good teacher. She dipped her head, and the other husky held back a tear as he joined the ranks of the celestial.
A few moments passed by before Blizzardhowl began to worry. Who is the next ancestor to come visit me? She wondered, and glanced around. No cat or dog stirred. It was only a few minutes later that another creature she had never seen before started to lumber towards her. It was short, stout, and black, with a few white stripes down his back. It held the presence of power, and after a quick glance around the room, Blizzardhowl noticed that there was not another creature like it. Was it some sort of cat? She wondered, and dipped her head at the creature as soon as it reached her. It shook it’s snout, as if not wanting a bow. When she spoke, she spoke in rough cat, just like her. Wait, this can’t be some sort of dog.. She thought.
The badger laughed slightly. I am no dog, Rumbling Avalanche. She mused, and Blizzardhowl felt her jaw drop slightly. The name seemed to give her a bit of pep after receiving the previous lives. If it isn’t disrespectful, may I ask what exactly are you? Curiosity mixing with her words. She couldn’t help herself, she was a creature she’d never seen before. The badger only laughed even more. Worry not, Blizzardhowl. I am a badger. My name is Midnight. I must speak with you, young one. Midnight’s voice was rough, like bark, and still had the power to ebb and flow like the river. It was different, and it tickled Blizzardhowl’s ears. She tried to block back the mental image of Midnight talking and Blizzardhowl rolling around in the floor with laughter. It seemed to give Midnight the same mental image, and they both shared a laugh.
I am a badger. My kin live in all territories. Unfortunate to you, I am the only friend to cats. And in your case, dog. But you are strong. Fierce in battle too, no? You can hold off many badger. You will be great asset to RiverClan. I just wish I could help as well. My days of helping are over though. I reside here in StarClan with SpiritPack and hunt with them, in the stars. But hunting? Not today. I am here to bestow your third life. She smiled, which looked slightly odd on a badger. However, Blizzardhowl was silent. Which life is that? She mused. The badger cleared her throat. In the name of StarClan and SpiritPack, I give you your next life. Use it well, young one. It is life of doing what is right. You left everything you know, like I did, to help a different species. You learned the tongue of many species, and now you are here to help a species that fears you and will probably take time to accept you. That is doing what is right. Use your judgement in RiverClan, Rumbling Avalanche. She said, and motioned for Blizzardhowl to get on her stomach. She dropped flat so the badger could press her muzzle against her forehead.
Once again, the feeling currented through her. For the third time around, it still felt like the first. Her legs shook again, and her arm went into a muscle twitch, almost grazing the badger, but she made sure to keep her movements as secure as possible while undergoing the process. It was a strange feeling, and she couldn’t yet describe it. When Midnight’s nose left her forehead, all the different choices she had made throughout her life that were for the greater good of someone else flashed in her eyes. Trying to help Churning River, coursing down the mountain, speaking with the old senile cat. Everything was connected. Choices bounced off of choices. As if being able to see into her mind, Midnight parted with the words Cause and effect, Blizzardhowl. and then lumbed within the ranks. Blizzardhowl was given a brief moment of rest to collect herself, and examine her body. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but it was quite possible that she felt slightly stronger. Her mind raced with a million thoughts, reflected in each of the stars around them.
Soon, the next bestower appeared. The area was illuminated by the pulsing stars, but it was hard to see this cat. He was a dark gray, almost as if he was made of rain. He had a strong body, but had an aloof attitude about him. He was obviously held in high importance, for when he walked, cats dipped their heads in respect to him. When he moved closer, she dipped her head. Is this the leader of StarClan? She wondered, looking at him through the tops of her eyes. He wore a smirk at all times, and when he reached the dog, he batted his tail against her head lightly to make her rise. She fought back the urge to play with the tail, and focused on the cat infront of her. Welcome, Blizzardhowl. Welcome to StarClan. I am the next bestower of life for you. His voice was deep, like the river, and flowed easily through her mind. I am River, the first and founder of RiverClan.
Blizzardhowl, as custom was in IcePack, fell to her stomach in submission to the cat infront of her, which was probably a funny sight. None the less, awe kept her silent as she looked face to face with the cat, being the big dog that she was. Her body felt cold in his presence and she let out a breath. It ruffled the cats fur as he grunted, bidding her rise. His voice was cool and melted her ears. With this life I give you tireless energy. Use it to raise your Clan and not tire. You will need it. There might be opposition, and you will need help from within. So, in the name of StarClan in Spiritpack.. He leaned forward a bit, and touched his nose to her forehead.
It felt as if she had been running for miles and miles, and the tired feeling caused her legs and body to ache with explosive power. The she-dog gritted her teeth to keep from making a noise or a whimper. Her limbs felt like jumping over a mountain, flying across the sky and then landing in the water and catching thousands of fish. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and her tail drooped. Her mind flew with many questions, the main one resounding through every fiber of her body. How can I take any more of this? I still have 5 left… She thought with dismay. Her body was shakey, and her tail was still.
River stayed, looking at her. When StarClan told me they wanted a dog for a leader, I wasn’t for it. Dogs just… weren’t meant to be in Clans. I’m not the most social of the leaders, but I voiced against you. He said, sternly. Blizzardhowl lowered her gaze to the ground. I knew it… Even the founder of RiverClan can’t accept me.But you must know. You are a remarkable canine. You have changed my mind. Once I got to witness you in action, diplomative and action oriented, I changed my mind. He stated. Her ears perked up slightly at this, and she couldn’t help but show a canine smile. Protect and lead my Clan well, dog, er, I mean, Blizzardhowl. He dipped his head, and walked into the crowd of cats, leaving Blizzardhowl in the center. She slowly rose up and felt her tail wag slightly. If things kept like this, she would be able to make it.
A large dark gray tom shouldered his way through the crowd, entering into the clearing. His white paws contrasted against the terrain as well, causing it to be the first thing Blizzardhowl noticed. He seemed young. Too young to be in StarClan. But after looking around, she saw all sorts of ages within StarClan and SpiritPack. Kits and pups sitting side by side, and elders of all breeds. It was interesting to see, but then the tom’s bulky frame came into her view, sporting strong muscles and the eyes of a leader. Greetings, Blizzardhowl. I’ve been expecting you. His voice was kind, yet strong. It was mainly my choice who I chose. But I chose you, once we figured you had all of the potential that I did, when I was RiverClan leader.. He said. I am Wolfstar, most recent leader of RiverClan.
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Justin Pryce
Year At Hogwarts:
3rd Year
Least Favorite House:
Slytherin
What would a typical day in your character's life be like?
Justin is the carefree and loose type, so whenever the alarm finally woke him up, he'd drag himself out of bed and mull around until the last possible moment to finally get things done. Justin isn't the academic type, although he tends to ace his classes, especially anything that has to do with animals or nature. Otherwise, he's less than ecstatic about getting to classes.
Classes usually tick by slowly for Justin. Once he's awake and ready to go, he gets antsy when he's bored. His leg usually bounces up and down , a slight tick if you will, due to his fast nature. Once classes are over, he prefers to spend his time alone on tasks that he enjoys, like volunteering to help with the magical creatures, writing music, singing, and drawing.
Justin doesn't seek attention. His accent usually brings the attention of the opposite gender, though he doesn't seek it and definitely doesn't want it. He's a shy character when it comes to girls, and although he has the nerve to talk, he has no idea what comes out of his mouth, so he'll usually hang out with males instead of females.
At the end of the day, he can usually be found in the common room telling a story to someone, playing his guitar or entertaining others. He enjoys bringing smiles to people, and figures that karma'll eventually repay him. If he could have his way, he'd curl up by the fire every night with a cup of hot chocolate and read while the rest of the world just span around him. Classes? Nah. Who needs those?
Describe your character in 7 words or less:
- Funny
- Easy-going
- Australian
- Simple
- Entertainer
- Tree-hugger
A sample of your RPing: Warriors RP I used to be on
Her fur prickled with anticipation. Each pawstep echoed in the caves where the leader stone was located. This was exhilarating. Crazy. Momentous. There was a metallic buzz in the air that filled her mind and soul with something so… invigorating. It sent shivers down her spine to just be in the presence of the spectacular sight that lay infront of her. The Moonstone shone with a mysterious light, as if it welcomed all, like a moth to light. Something told the dog she was the first dog welcome into it’s presence, and by the way the stone called to her, she knew it was right. Each breath soaked in the life of the room. The lives of so many cats crossed here. Their lines created criss-crossing patterns which formed a complex web of history. It probably wasn’t long before that RiverClan’s past leader had been in the same path her paws were travelling. The giant dog wondered silently to herself. What if they still do not accept me? What if… I am not Wolfstar’s true successor? After all, I am from another land entirely. Perhaps Yukina was wrong..
The stone called her, more fiercely now, as if spirits were getting angry with her doubting. The moonlight shone through the roof of the cavern, illuminating the rock even further. She remembered Yukina’s instructions. Wait until it is night, when the Moonstone is illuminated. Then, you must press your nose against it and see StarClan. The she-cat’s words echoed in her mind and she let out a tiny whimper reserved only for the pups when they were scared of the thunder or howling blizzards on the mountain side. Not for a possibly future leader such as Blizzardhowl. She cast a glance over her shoulder, to see if she could see any sight of her medicine cat friend. However, she was alone in her solitude. With nothing more to do and comprehend, she turned her body back to the moonstone.
Thousands of questions poured through her mind. Will it hurt? What will I see? What if it doesn’t work? The voice of doubt echoed, but the tiny voice within her heart and chest roared like a mighty mountain lion. She took a deep breath, and the fur on her body rippled with anxiety. This was the moment in her history. It seemed like only a few days ago she had left her home and everything she knew, embarked on the longest journey of her life, only to make her way to her destination with more doubts than an elder has fleas. She had went from having everything, to nothing. And now? She could possibly have even more. More than she could ever imagine. She wondered about the nine lives, and if a dog could truly receive them. Only the true leader of a Clan could receive them. Perhaps she was still in luck. The positive thought streak in her mind made her fall to the ground in her sitting crouch, and close her eyes. She let out one last deep breath, and on the exhale, pressed her nose against the rock.
Cold rock. Frozen rock. Light rock. Illuminated rock. Everything had gone back, and Blizzardhowl was unaware if the surrounding area was black, or if she had just refused to open her eyes yet. Her body shuddered with a cold chill, reaching down from the tip of her nose, down to her tail tip, and reverberating through her body until it pooled in her paw pads. An involuntary shiver ripped through her body, causing her to jolt her eyes open. Instead of the black, like she was expecting, she was very much awake, and alive. She was on no set terrain, but instead, suspended in what looked like a night sky, with stars around her. When she went to move, the scenery she looked at seemed to ripple, like water. The dog looked down, only to appear looking up. This startled her, and she jumped slightly, appearing to move away from the world instead of forwards. It was only then she realized she was staring at her reflection. In an amused shame, she lifted her head, only to be nose to nose with her mother.
The initial sight of her mother took her breath away, literally. The dog cowered back slightly, eyes wide with fear. Her voice was shaky as she tried to recall the dog language back to her mouth. All that came out were stammers. Unfortunately, there was no one to warn her of what would happen at Moonstone, because nobody knows what happens. The shock was frightening. After a few seconds, words were able to form. But… Mother.. you’re dead.. you died.. Does this mean, that.. I’m dead too? She asked, looking around frantically. Perhaps the ceremony didn’t work after all! What if she truly wasn’t the real leader of RiverClan? Her whine escaped her throat, but her mother threw her head back and howled. Quiet, Avalanche, silly girl. You’re not dead. You’re in the presence of Spiritpack and StarClan. Look around you, child. Her mother smiled, dipping her head. Blizzardhowl raised her head to look, as told, and as if by magic, thousands of cats and dogs alike appeared, all watching the center point of the show. Her.
I… don’t understand. I was here to receive my nine lives? She asked, and her mother narrowed her eyes, examining her daughter with her wolfish eyes. After a few seconds more, she smiled, exposing her canines. I am here, Blizzardhowl, to bestow your first life upon you. Tell me, Blizzardhowl. What is courage to you? She asked, and Blizzardhowl tilted her head to the side. It seemed like an easy answer, but when she searched her brain for the right words, nothing sounded right. Her silence indicated for her mother to continue. Blizzardhowl… when you were just a pup, you were sorted into the Alpha group. You were either going to have a life or you weren’t, and numerically, you didn’t have the numbers in your favor. But you stepped up for the good of your pack, and look where that got you! She smiled, and her aura seemed to glow. Blizzardhowl. By the power of StarClan and SpiritPack alike, I give you your first life. Use it with courage, and valor. Use your leadership to guide your Clan well. Her mother’s nose pressed into her forehead.
Power surged through Blizzardhowl’s body, causing her to shake slightly. An electric current took hold of her, and when her mother’s nose left her skin, all the fire disappeared. The only thing left was the will to charge into battle for the right cause. Standing up for what you believe in, and the image of her interacting with her first cat. Jumping into the snowy avalanche to save Churning River from a snowy death. All moments she had experienced where her courage was shining bright, like the aura that enveloped her mother. During the contact, it had moved to her. After a moment or two, the light faded into Blizzardhowl, who was left with her legs slightly shaking. Her mother smiled. I love you, Pup. She whispered, and faded into the crowd of thousands. Another dog stepped forward, who looked incredibly familiar. It took Blizzardhowl a moment before she recognized the intricate fur pattern and smug look that always plastered the dog’s face. Blizzardhowl squinted, just to make sure her eyes didn’t deceive her. Churning River?
The husky dipped his head in a sense of respect, and Blizzardhowl went to do the same, but was barked at. She lifted her eyes to Churning River, who was shaking his head. I have been stripped of my name, remember? Just call me Pup 4 once more… The sound of his name gave new life to him, though. You were a better leader than I ever hoped to have been. Than I had ever dreamed of. I dip my head to you because it is the right thing to do. You were our leader, and you saved my life, even in the face of adversity. I had you banished so you couldn’t tarnish my name and make me look bad, since you were the obvious choice for Alpha. So, I’m sorry… I wish it wasn’t my death that made me wiser. Perhaps then I could have apologized to you in life. He muttered. So you do not dip your head to me. He let his hang slightly, and seemed to gain power from the thousands of those around him, all learning lessons with their lives passing. Blizzardhowl proceeded to dip her head to the dog. He did not bark. When she was finished, she locked eyes with him. It takes a strong dog to admit that he’s wrong. It takes courage, something I’ve found the words for recently. Her gaze wandered to her mother, among the thousands around them. So I do dip my head to you, from one friend to another. She smiled.
Churning River nodded. Very well. I accept it, as you should accept your next life. I give you your next life. This is the life of justice. Use it well to find the lies between the words whispered, and use it to guide your paws even in the darkest of times. There is always truth waiting to be found. The wicked hide it, but only the just expose it. He was not the dog she had met before. Death had made him wise, as well as a life of solitude. On one side, she felt terrible for his loss, and life of solitary hunting, without a companion. But on the other side, he wouldn’t have learned as much as he did if that hadn’t have happened. She dipped her head for his nose to press against her forehead. Once again, the strange sensation coursed through her, causing her to want to cry out. But she wouldn’t. Not with all of these ancestors watching. It sent a ripple of pain down her body, and when his nose lifted, she was sent back into her just flashbacks. She was swimming through the snowy avalanche to rescue Churning River, and then helping expose his lies. Churning River taught her justice when they were younger, he just didn’t realize it. He turned to walk away, but she dashed forward and nuzzled his cheek, as if greeting an old friend. Thank you, Churning River. She put emphasis on his name. You taught me justice. I will think of you many times in the future, and I dip my head to you for being such a good teacher. She dipped her head, and the other husky held back a tear as he joined the ranks of the celestial.
A few moments passed by before Blizzardhowl began to worry. Who is the next ancestor to come visit me? She wondered, and glanced around. No cat or dog stirred. It was only a few minutes later that another creature she had never seen before started to lumber towards her. It was short, stout, and black, with a few white stripes down his back. It held the presence of power, and after a quick glance around the room, Blizzardhowl noticed that there was not another creature like it. Was it some sort of cat? She wondered, and dipped her head at the creature as soon as it reached her. It shook it’s snout, as if not wanting a bow. When she spoke, she spoke in rough cat, just like her. Wait, this can’t be some sort of dog.. She thought.
The badger laughed slightly. I am no dog, Rumbling Avalanche. She mused, and Blizzardhowl felt her jaw drop slightly. The name seemed to give her a bit of pep after receiving the previous lives. If it isn’t disrespectful, may I ask what exactly are you? Curiosity mixing with her words. She couldn’t help herself, she was a creature she’d never seen before. The badger only laughed even more. Worry not, Blizzardhowl. I am a badger. My name is Midnight. I must speak with you, young one. Midnight’s voice was rough, like bark, and still had the power to ebb and flow like the river. It was different, and it tickled Blizzardhowl’s ears. She tried to block back the mental image of Midnight talking and Blizzardhowl rolling around in the floor with laughter. It seemed to give Midnight the same mental image, and they both shared a laugh.
I am a badger. My kin live in all territories. Unfortunate to you, I am the only friend to cats. And in your case, dog. But you are strong. Fierce in battle too, no? You can hold off many badger. You will be great asset to RiverClan. I just wish I could help as well. My days of helping are over though. I reside here in StarClan with SpiritPack and hunt with them, in the stars. But hunting? Not today. I am here to bestow your third life. She smiled, which looked slightly odd on a badger. However, Blizzardhowl was silent. Which life is that? She mused. The badger cleared her throat. In the name of StarClan and SpiritPack, I give you your next life. Use it well, young one. It is life of doing what is right. You left everything you know, like I did, to help a different species. You learned the tongue of many species, and now you are here to help a species that fears you and will probably take time to accept you. That is doing what is right. Use your judgement in RiverClan, Rumbling Avalanche. She said, and motioned for Blizzardhowl to get on her stomach. She dropped flat so the badger could press her muzzle against her forehead.
Once again, the feeling currented through her. For the third time around, it still felt like the first. Her legs shook again, and her arm went into a muscle twitch, almost grazing the badger, but she made sure to keep her movements as secure as possible while undergoing the process. It was a strange feeling, and she couldn’t yet describe it. When Midnight’s nose left her forehead, all the different choices she had made throughout her life that were for the greater good of someone else flashed in her eyes. Trying to help Churning River, coursing down the mountain, speaking with the old senile cat. Everything was connected. Choices bounced off of choices. As if being able to see into her mind, Midnight parted with the words Cause and effect, Blizzardhowl. and then lumbed within the ranks. Blizzardhowl was given a brief moment of rest to collect herself, and examine her body. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but it was quite possible that she felt slightly stronger. Her mind raced with a million thoughts, reflected in each of the stars around them.
Soon, the next bestower appeared. The area was illuminated by the pulsing stars, but it was hard to see this cat. He was a dark gray, almost as if he was made of rain. He had a strong body, but had an aloof attitude about him. He was obviously held in high importance, for when he walked, cats dipped their heads in respect to him. When he moved closer, she dipped her head. Is this the leader of StarClan? She wondered, looking at him through the tops of her eyes. He wore a smirk at all times, and when he reached the dog, he batted his tail against her head lightly to make her rise. She fought back the urge to play with the tail, and focused on the cat infront of her. Welcome, Blizzardhowl. Welcome to StarClan. I am the next bestower of life for you. His voice was deep, like the river, and flowed easily through her mind. I am River, the first and founder of RiverClan.
Blizzardhowl, as custom was in IcePack, fell to her stomach in submission to the cat infront of her, which was probably a funny sight. None the less, awe kept her silent as she looked face to face with the cat, being the big dog that she was. Her body felt cold in his presence and she let out a breath. It ruffled the cats fur as he grunted, bidding her rise. His voice was cool and melted her ears. With this life I give you tireless energy. Use it to raise your Clan and not tire. You will need it. There might be opposition, and you will need help from within. So, in the name of StarClan in Spiritpack.. He leaned forward a bit, and touched his nose to her forehead.
It felt as if she had been running for miles and miles, and the tired feeling caused her legs and body to ache with explosive power. The she-dog gritted her teeth to keep from making a noise or a whimper. Her limbs felt like jumping over a mountain, flying across the sky and then landing in the water and catching thousands of fish. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and her tail drooped. Her mind flew with many questions, the main one resounding through every fiber of her body. How can I take any more of this? I still have 5 left… She thought with dismay. Her body was shakey, and her tail was still.
River stayed, looking at her. When StarClan told me they wanted a dog for a leader, I wasn’t for it. Dogs just… weren’t meant to be in Clans. I’m not the most social of the leaders, but I voiced against you. He said, sternly. Blizzardhowl lowered her gaze to the ground. I knew it… Even the founder of RiverClan can’t accept me.But you must know. You are a remarkable canine. You have changed my mind. Once I got to witness you in action, diplomative and action oriented, I changed my mind. He stated. Her ears perked up slightly at this, and she couldn’t help but show a canine smile. Protect and lead my Clan well, dog, er, I mean, Blizzardhowl. He dipped his head, and walked into the crowd of cats, leaving Blizzardhowl in the center. She slowly rose up and felt her tail wag slightly. If things kept like this, she would be able to make it.
A large dark gray tom shouldered his way through the crowd, entering into the clearing. His white paws contrasted against the terrain as well, causing it to be the first thing Blizzardhowl noticed. He seemed young. Too young to be in StarClan. But after looking around, she saw all sorts of ages within StarClan and SpiritPack. Kits and pups sitting side by side, and elders of all breeds. It was interesting to see, but then the tom’s bulky frame came into her view, sporting strong muscles and the eyes of a leader. Greetings, Blizzardhowl. I’ve been expecting you. His voice was kind, yet strong. It was mainly my choice who I chose. But I chose you, once we figured you had all of the potential that I did, when I was RiverClan leader.. He said. I am Wolfstar, most recent leader of RiverClan.
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