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Crow listened intently to what the star cat had to say after he shuffled his paws. His eyes brimmed with questioning and hope at what Dappledfrost had to say. He'd be welcomed! Starclan approved and so did the leader of Shadowclan, but of the rest of the clan.... The black loner knew the answer to that one, their were doubts about him and Spottedstar. There would be more if he joined, but how could he let this opportunity pass out of his claws? It would be foolish not to accept, but then again he didn't know the first thing to actually living as a clan member.

Incoming paw steps made him look behind them. Runningpath was jostling towards them in a hurry. Crow noticed Spottedstar's slight aggravation with the she-cat, but the presence of Dappledfrost cut her off. He of course mewed a greeting, before turning his attention back towards the star cat. It was then that she went on. What she said made his hopes sort of plummet. Starclan wasn't saying anything about his relationship with Runningpath? He'd been so sure that they would, but her answer was vague enough to let him know that she knew. The answer was for them to find out on their own. After this analysis, he felt his respect grow considerably for the starry she-cat. Dappledfrost was wise and kind and he'd remember her that way. Spottedstar herself mewed agreement with the words that were offered.

By the way Spottedstar and Dappledfrost were acting, he could figure that it was about time to leave. He didn't want to go, but the world of the living held promises of a great future full of adventure and he wasn't about to let that go. "Dappledfrost, thank you. You are defiantly kinder than I imagined a member of Starclan could be. Forgive me for those illusions and thank you for your support," he meowed his thanks with puffed up fur. Crow almost looked like a kit again who was delighting in a new surprise. If only you'd tell me if my blood is in Runningpath or not. Am I a rightful clan member or just another loner?, he thought to himself. After seeing for himself what the clans were sort of like, the loner life didn't really appeal to him anymore.

His eyes looked towards Runningpath to see what she would say to this, but if she said nothing then it was time to leave for sure. Perhaps she had a question that would help this predicament. If anything, he was happy that the issue of Starclan not wanting his presence was over. He had the truth and he was happy with it.

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The starry she-cat’s bright blue eyes twinkled at the black tom. His respect flattered her. A very likeable cat, overall. Too good to just be a loner wandering the outskirts. If any cat deserved to have the privilege of being a Clan cat, it would have to be this tom. Even if the Clan he chose was ShadowClan. The medicine cat dipped her head to Crow, pleased. “There’s no need to forgive. But your words are highly welcomed.” Dappledfrost raised her head and smiled warmly at him, and then turned to Spottedstar. ”It’s time for you to take your two warriors home. Farewell, and know that we will always watch over your Clan.”

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Understanding that now was the time to depart, Spottedstar also dipped her head in respect. “Thank you, Dappledfrost,” she mewed, already beginning to think over everything that the medicine cat had said tonight in her mind. But as she did, the leader began to feel her consciousness slip away from her, and her eyelids pulling themselves into a close. The scent of stone and water brushed her nose, and the she-cat succumbed to the sensations and closed her eyes.

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The next second, Spottedstar reopened her eyes, and found herself staring at the now dimly glowing Moonstone rather than the old ThunderClan medicine cat. But the starry she-cat’s words still whispered in her ear: Its time for you to take your two warriors home. The ginger and white leader felt a shiver go down her spine, for it felt as if the medicine cat had actually just leaned over and said it to her again. But Dappledfrost must have been right. Crow deserved a place in ShadowClan.

The she-cat slowly rose back up onto her paws with some difficulty due to her limbs growing stiff with the cold during the dream in StarClan’s realm. Glancing about, she noted that the two black cats were still asleep with their noses to the stone. In the fading light, it was almost hard to tell the two black cats apart.

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RunningPath, who was already embarrassed, just looked between Crow and DappledFrost. SpottedStar did already leave, but she didn't want Crow to leave just yet, and nor did she want to go.

She still had a question, "DappledFrost..." she softly mewed, "I still have a question, and it is okay if you can not answer it. And it is okay if your answer makes no sense, because... there is just something I need to know."

The black she-cat stood there, the smell of sweet, soothing milk wafting through her nose. She wasn't sure where it was coming from, and she didn't know if Crow could smell it as well.

"Are you willing to listen?" she mewed in her silky voice, the words jumping over one another.

Her little black paws scuffled among eachother, making no sound, yet her ears twitched to a slight... rumbling of water? No. That wasn't it. She just ignored it.

Her blue eyes moved up to the old medicine cat, her eyes rather soft.

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((Guyz. I want both fo yours guys opinions. Should we keep thsi plot going with Crow and RunningPath, or should there be some sort of battle ro something so I can kill her off? She is kinda old, but... I don't want her to go, but. I don't know. I Just want opinions I guess.))

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Dappledfrost responded to his comment and it made him shuffle his paws more, this time to stop a blush. This whole meeting with a 'dead' cat had caught him off guard, especially if he was reacting like this.

With kind words, the starry cat sent Spottedstar away. What she said though confused him. Two warriors? A sudden warmth spread through him and his ears twitched with happiness. It seemed Dappledfrost already knew his answer about joining. There was no way he could be a loner and drop this opportunity when it was set forth. He was a proud cat and needed to give his skills to the help of others.

Before he himself got up to leave, he looked at Runningpath for her confirmation. Her behavior told him she had no intention of leaving. Hesitant mews came from her mouth and he listened to what she had to say. When she asked Dappledfrost if she was willing to hear her out, Crow cocked his head. What was so important? He realized she was reacting to something he could smell or feel. This greatly disturbed him and his tail began to thump the ground as he waited Dappledfrosts' reply.

((Umm...its really up to you Zimmy! It's you're cat were talking about here. If you wish to kill her off I'd be alright with the decision. Of course, if that were to happen, it'd have to be an epic disaster. Runningpath could be caught in a fight which would open Crow's eyes to the dangers he would now face. She could also be ambushed by some of Foxflight's gang who take it a little too far when she knows too much.

If you kept the plot running the course it is now we'd need to think of something to cause them to remember their past as kin. I'm still stuck here....

XD Spotted maybe you can shine some light on this predicament? lol ))

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Dappledfrost had expected all three cats to depart from the moonlit hunting grounds, but that didn’t seem to be the case. There was still more work to be done here.

The medicine cat prinked her ears when the she-cat warrior softly spoke her name, waiting to hear what it was that the black she-cat had to say. A question. But instead of asking it, Runningpath seemed to be rambling, beating around the bush. Was she nervous? Hesitant? Afraid? It was hard to tell. But the way that the queen kept fidgeting, it was apparent that at least one of her guesses was probably correct. And she had glanced to Crow in a way that was almost seeking reassurance that he was still there. Did this question also have to do with the black tom? That would explain why she had come along on the journey. All together, quite the interesting situation. It intrigued her.

She nodded her head a little, keeping her ears perked and blue eyes focused on the she-cat. “Of course,” she mewed in assurance. “And I will do my best to answer this question for you.” Whatever that question was. Dappledfrost still didn’t know, and that made answering it particularly difficult. A corner of her mouth twitched at the little thought to herself. “What is it?”

(( OOC: I wouldn’t kill of Runningpath just yet… It may not be much, but she’s one of the few cats you have going for you at the moment. Killing her off probably wouldn’t leave you with much to work with… What I would do it hold onto her and go through with this plot more before doing anything drastic. ))

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The black she-cat was hesitant, yes, for they could of asked this question when she wasn't even here. She knew that DappldFrost may not know the answer, or... anything of that matter, but she had to at least know something. (She as in Runningpath, guyz)

RunningPath looked at her, and opened her mouth as if to say something else. Yet, she only closed it. She was trying to think of how to word this question, so she was specific, and she didn't ramble on or... get it mixed up.

Her blue eyes slowly rose back up to the wise, Starclan she-cat, and softly spoke in her voice, "DappledFrost... I'm not sure if this was asked before, when I was not here, but... Crow and I... are we... kin? Brother and sister?"

Her words seemed swirled with emotions, the highest ones being worry, confusion, and possibly, well, sister-type love. It was confusing to explain, but it seemed as if she was almost confident they were kin or something, because... of how he smelt, looked...

The she-cat looked back at the black tom, Crow, not sure what his expression would be. She didn't want to embarrass him, or anything of the sort, but she might of already. Although, why would he be embarrassed; there is still a chance they are not related at all.

RunningPath looked back at Dappledfrost, her eyes rather soft and kind, hoping that DappledFrost knew something. Although, what RunningPath and Crow don't know is, if they are related and RunningPath came in as a kittypet or something, then DappledFrost wouldn't know at all; starclan doesn't see all cats, do they?

The smell of fresh-milk stung in her nose, but she tried to push it away. She started to smell this earlier, like in my first post, but it seemed to get stronger. This could mean something, or nothing, because she could be imagining this; I mean, Starclan is technically a dream, and she could control it or DappledFrost could. It would make sense.

Her little black paws scuffled among one another, while she waited for an answer. Her little ears twitched, her little nose wrinkled, each little movement being something of worry, anticipation, apprehensive... Although the answer could make her worse or better, that is what she is worried about. She was scared and nervous that StarClan knew nothing at all about this little fickle, which could be true. Crow and RunningPath were going to have to see, eh?

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((Yes that I understand and that is true. I'm just not sure at the moment. I've been having my ups and downs lately. I might reply more when I get my new glasses, because maybe I can see better. My eyesight got worse apparently...

Anyways, Runningpath, yes. I'm still deciding if I should kill her off after this plot or no. I mean-- ACCORDING to the cat's live thing, she should of been dead a while ago. I've been here for a LONG time, and she was my FIRST cat... Yet she seems so young still. :s

I think I'mma make FoxStar run off in the middle of the... meeting thing, and I know I"m taking a while to reply to that, I just don't know how to at the moment... I have like no muse, and I haven't been too happy or angry at the moment. OKAY, I've been angry, but... it was over some stupid drama that I apologized for.

AHHHH.... Sorry. I'm rambling. I need to learn to stop.))

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His eyes grew wide when Runningpath actually asked what she had been meaning to. She had the courage to say it to the starry cat and he was grateful. Crow didn't know if he could ask that, but it seems he could have after all. A cool breeze moved his black blue fur around, some of it melding with Runningpath's. They really did look alike under this starry sky. Their own personalities were a bit different, but they shared the same hottiness when needed.

The loner begged Dappledfrost to tell them anything at all. It didn't have to be a straightforward answer. If it was a riddle, they could solve it together for sure. He just had to know if she was really his kin or not. Heritage would determine if he was really a blooded warrior or if Runningpath had been taken in after a separation of sorts. Why was it so hard to remember? Those voices that had been in his head had whispered to him to come here and now that he was here, what was he gaining from this one question that had dragged him through all this?

"If it's no trouble Dappledfrost, we'd both like to know," he said politely with a dipping of his head and then the eyes of a kitten pleading with its mother for another piece of mouse.

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It was quiet for a moment as the she-cat warrior thought to herself. The only sound was the whisper of a gentle, passing breeze that made the leaves flutter in the treetops around them. Dappledfrost was patient, typically, but she’d rather if the ShadowClan cat could speed up her thoughts a little. Keeping living cats in StarClan’s hunting grounds past dawn was not usually a good idea. Others weren’t fond of it.

When Runningpath seemed to finally be prepared to speak, Dappledfrost’s attention returned to her. The question was something she could have assumed. The medicine cat had known it was something buzzing around in all three ShadowClan minds just earlier. But the answer was harder to read. Just by looking between the two cats, it wouldn’t have been hard to believe that they were kin. Their build, their fur, they would easily be littermates. But ShadowClan blood ties… It wouldn’t have been the ThunderClan medicine cat’s area of expertise. But even in the afterlife ShadowClan cats were stubborn, and none had been close enough to these living cats to have the desire volunteer to meet them. So the task had been left to a cat who had never really known this Clan well.

Not knowing the answer irritated the she-cat. StarClan cats should know everything, but that was just an act that they had to put on. If the living cats knew the weakness in their actual knowledge, they could easily loose respect for their watchful ancestors. So instead of letting these two in on that fact, Dappledfrost closed her eyes, breathed in through her nose, and then reopened her blue eyes to look at the two cats.

“There is a strong connection between the both of you. But finding out the past must be left up to the living- those who can use what they already know to find out more about what has been hidden.” The brown she-cat wrapped her tail around her paws as a way to hide the tension in her paws. “Look in shadowed corners. Dig up what had been buried under the earth for seasons. Then you will find the answers you seek.”
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