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3 yrs ago
Current Lets change this status for once. Still always down for potter stories, but branching out! Started a new year with a new writing journey. Should be interesting.
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6 yrs ago
I'm sort of an addict for Harry Potter. If you ever want to do an RP... I will be down almost 99% of the time. :D
8 yrs ago
RIP Alan Rickman, best actor for the best character.
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The marshlands were relatively quiet that morning. Golden rays had just started to start peaking out from behind the clouds and sent a golden mist to surround Froststorm as she trotted along back towards the Mistclan camp. Within her jaws was a medium yield of fresh kill. It was a common occurrence for Froststorm to go out early, oftentimes being the first Warrior out fo the den. It was nice to go out and patrol the territory when the sun starts rising, the scenery and feeling of peace rushing over her. She knew that it was more dangerous with the killings going on, but she was confident of her fighting ability, especially against a single opponent. But this was the last morning of her routine, she had an Apprentice to focus on now and if anything did happen to her, it wasn't just she that would suffer those wounds. Nightpaw would lose precious instruction and training.

As she entered she noticed a few other early risers and dipped her head in greeting. She placed her hunting spoils upon the fresh-kill pile and picked out a nice piece for herself, carrying it off towards the Poolstone having expected that any day now Skykit would be getting his chance to join the Apprentices of the clan. Her head moved over towards Shadestar who was just getting to his feet, dodging some water from the reeds. Froststorm felt a pang of humor hit her as she watches this but said nothing, instead just carefully halving her fish for her Apprentice and settling down.

And then the call came out. Froststorm picked up her fish and padded over to the Poolstone, keeping her eye out for her Apprentice so she could tell him she had his breakfast. She was planning a heavy training that day and wanted the young cat to be prepared. She chuckles a bit as Mottledpaw came bounding up and spoke about the lack of room and then carefully placed her head down upon her paws to wait for Skykit to be prepared.




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"Skykit! Please hold still, I haven't finished your bath. Do you want to appear a muffed up kitten up there or the next great warrior?" Skykit laughed happily and rubbed his body against his mother who let out another sigh of frustration as he messed up her work. "Hold still." She commanded, even with a bit of humor in her voice. Skykit rolled his eyes but did his best to remain still. Those that knew him would notice that while he did seem to be still, his front paw continued scuffing around on the ground. Skykit was almost physically incapable of being still, even in his sleep which his fellow Apprentices would soon find out.

Finally, he was ready, his fur groomed perfectly, and looking like a fine upstanding young cat. His mother, Gingertalon nodded to him and then moved to stand outside the den to wait for the call.

Within the den, all by himself, Skykit could feel his heart beating quickly. He swallowed the lump in his throat and started pacing back and forth. It was getting faster and faster until finally, he heard the yowl of Shadestar and his blood ran cold. This was it, and sure enough not long after his mother moved down the tunnel and nodded to him. Skykit slowly padded out of the den and his eyes widened as he saw all of his Clanmates sitting around and waiting for HIM. He took a deep breath and then narrowed his eyes. This was his time, he was ready and he would hold himself well.

After taking a moment he took his first steps to become a Warrior by padding forward towards Shadestar. His sleek coat gleamed as he moved, tail up in pride and ears flicking occasionally. He only stopped when he was within the area he had seen other kits stop and fought down the urge to shrink back, and instead sat with a straight back, his right paw occasionally messing with the dust.

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I did want Duskclan leader haha. Great minds think alike haha.
Sounds good!
Ooooo, this looks promising. I'm interested! Are we all sticking to Mistclan? Or can we move around? Cause I'd love to make a Deputy/Leader for Duskclan!




Mikhah's Manor ---> Castle




It was still dark when Mikhah woke up, startled. His dreams had been vivid and even now, as his chest was heaving and sweat poured from his brow, he could see the scene before him as if he couldn't escape. He had been stuck on a small road, surrounded on all sides by enemies and his King was being attacked by what appeared to be Demons. No matter how he tried, no matter how many he killed he wasn't able to reach his Liege, and just as the man was being stabbed through the heart he had awoken. Mikhaha closed his eyes and shook his head violently to get the sights from his vision and then felt a presence beside him. He opened his eyes, peering past red strands of his hair that were plastered to his forehead, and saw Lanthiel peering at him with concern in his unnaturally green eyes. Mikhah forced a smile that he knew wouldn't be reassuring and shrugged. "I'm ok Lan, just a nightmare. Probably because of nerves, not every day you meet the King and get sent on whatever mission he has for you."

Lanthiel didn't seem convinced, the 'boy' narrowing his eyes before slowly nodding. Human emotions were weird and he was still learning them but he supposed that logically it made sense for Mikhah to be nervous and that those nerves could affect sleep patterns. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't dying, you sounded like you were being stabbed to death. Sleep well?" His words came in a 'matter of fact' tone while the last bit was phrased as a question, with curiosity seeping into his voice before he gave a final shrug and padded back to his own bed.

Mikhah chuckled a bit as he watched his Eidolon. Lanthiel was certainly different, but Mikhah found his desire to learn and become 'human' admirable. The two had been through quite a bit together already just growing up and learning to fight. They were inseparable and knew each other like the back of their own hands. Secrets didn't exist between them and Mikhah was proud that Lanthiel had much so much progress since they had first met.

With the curious Eidolon sleeping once again Mikhah took a few more deep calming breaths and got himself comfortable once again under the blankets of his bed. He did his best to get the worries of the next evening out of the pit within his stomach and when a bit of peace was found he drifted off back to sleep...

"Mikhah if you don't wake up on the next swing I'm going to call the wind to help me and you don't wan-" Lanthiel was interrupted by Mikhah flying upright, sending covers all over the bed and almost smacking the poor Eidolon in the face as Lanthiel was sitting on his chest poking him in the neck.

"No! No, I'm up. No need to call the wind, besides Abcde would kill me if she came in, to see that sort of mess on my last day here. No thanks, so you just get off and we'll..." Mikhah trailed off as a large yawn took over his speaking and then smiled sleepily to Lanthiel who hmphed and climbed off Mikhah and onto the floor. Mikhah noticed he was already dressed and hoped he didn't sleep in too long, his parents were wanting to wish him luck and send him off with one last family breakfast. He swung his legs around the bed and began rushing around to get himself prepared. His clothes had been prepared the night prior and as such he didn't have to rummage around to find something to wear. It was simple traveling clothes, as he was sure he wouldn't need to be court attire or his armor just traveling to the King's Castle. A quick bath, some hopeless attempts to fix his hair, and a change later and he was ready to go.

Mikhah rushed out of his room and almost knocked Abcde, one of the head servants, off her feet. He winced and quickly grabbed what she was carrying to make sure she didn't drop anything and sheepishly gave his apologies as he snaked around her and moved on. The manor was large but Mikhah had lived there his entire life. He knew the quickest ways down to the Great Hall and as he passed the library he yelled inside. "Come on Lan! Time for breakfast." His shout was returned by another, a bit higher pitched and the sound of running feet. Content that his Eidolon was following after him, Mikhah continued his descent down the grand staircase and then into the entrance hall. He gave polite nods to the servants and guards before making his way fully into the Great Hall where plates from the kitchens were just arriving, the first of which is placed in front of a middle-aged man with a salt and pepper beard, blue eyes, and a stern look on his face. The second plate was placed in front of a woman of similar age to the man to her left. She had strawberry blonde hair and contrasted the stern look of her husband with that of joy.

Calipsu's smile was known to light up any room she was in, and it was no different in the Great Hall as all the servants seemed to be in brighter spirits. Even Mikhah who was still a bit groggy from sleep was affected, and Mikhah knew the stern look on his father's face would be much worse were it not for his wife's presence beside him. Mikhah made his way up to his own place at the table and then chuckled as Lanthiel came sliding in from the entrance hall, stopping and gulping as he noticed everyone was assembled. The Eidolon slowly straightened his back and rolled his shoulder while shaking his head just slightly. Now standing properly he slowly made his way up to sit right as Mikhah's side, Mikhah holding back laughter as it happened.

And Mikhah wasn't the only one, Calipsu also hid a large smile and had to cover her mouth to disguise the laughs that were coming from her. Even Isak, the patriarch of the family had his lips twitch in amusement before it was wiped away. The man looked sternly at the two boys and shook his head. "You slept in this morning hm?" Isak let his sentence hang, dread looming over both Mikhah and Lanthiel until the stern face was shattered by a large grin and chuckle. "A good idea, need all the rest you can get for your journey." The spell was broken and both Mikhah and his best friend could only gape and then narrow their eyes as they realized they had been led on. "Not funny dad, you had me going for a moment there. But yeah, we slept in. I-I well didn't sleep all that well. Nerves." Mikhah received two similar looks of concern from both his parents but he shrugged and let them know that in the end, it was fine. Mikhah's and Lanthiel's food arrived after that and conversation was saved until after.

Breakfast was as always, delicious but soon it was time for the two travelers to prepare their things and head for the stable where two horses were prepared. Another was being loaded up with supplies, and extra bags. Mikhah, Lanthiel, and both parents exited the Manor and exchanged hugs before Isak removed himself and went back inside. Mikhah didn't think anything of it and sent Lanthiel to check the straps and gear on the horses and then stopped dead when he saw his father returning with a sword... And not just any sword, but Tamerlein, a sword crafted by a Master Blacksmith who created a colored stain mosaic in the steel. It was a gorgeous blade and the pride of their family and so when his father stopped in front of him and held it out, Mikhah could only gasp and then pull his dad into a large hug while admiring the sword. "You should take this with you, son, and make sure to bring it back so you can give it to your own someday." Mikhah knew he was still crying and just nodded, taking a good five minutes to calm himself. Eventually, however, he did, saying his final goodbyes and then swinging himself onto his horse which trotted forward a few times in anticipation. He waved and then pointed Aesteloth towards their location and galloped off.

The trip was a simple affair for the most part. Their manor lay close to the Castle as Mikhah's family were nobles and advisors both. All in all the journey came out to average, and as they approached the gates Mikhah spotted a bird swoop down from the sky and then disappear. He smiled to himself and urged his horse faster, glancing behind to make sure Lanthiel was still following ok. The Eidolon wasn't the best rider as the horses could sense he was different. But he had improved by leaps and bounds and his current horse had been bred to trust him. The two made their way to the gates and Mikhah gave a small wave to the sentries who would no doubt recognize him and his crest. He noticed a few others waiting to be addressed but with the portcullis open and ready he simply trotted him, and dismounted in the courtyard, handing the reigns of Aesteloth to a stable-boy and smiling over to Lanthiel. "Well Lanthiel, here we are. I'll head up to see where our rooms will be located and meet you in the training hall after. Lanthiel nodded his understanding and dismounted to start seeing to their supplies and inventory it so nothing went 'missing'.
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