standing on this C A P E wishing on a S T A R

[C A P E [penguin]]

i will reply once called ;;
capekit - capepaw - capetrail - Capestar

the hourglass is going ;;
my life has been going for 37 moons. I am fairly young for my rank.

i was givin these genes ;;
female - she-cat

here are where my loyalties lie;;
my loyalties lie in EastClan

always climbing, trying to achieve ;;
king of the hill as Leader

they say i am not strong, let me show them my power ;;
I control most of water but my strong point is freezing hearts

not to show off, but not to keep hidden ;;
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[more to come]

heart and soul, brain and mind ;;
to come

in the book of history ;;
It all started with two strong elites. Hot headed and proud. Wavedance, her mother was a water wielding NorthClanner who could make a sea seethe better than any other cat capable of the power. Her father was a fire wielding EastClanner named Emberdrift. The couple believed they could do no wrong. That was their first mistake. Their next one was the accident of Capekit's creation. Everyone knows the 'how babies are made' story, but somehow, the two made this an 'accident'. The two were honest and loyal, not meaning to stir anything, but lust led them farther than it should. From one private meeting came an innocent batch of souls tossed into a horrible life.

Capekit was born in EastClan territory, although her mother was of NorthClan origin. She had two sisters, Seethekit and Minnowkit. Seethekit was born still born and Minnowkit only made it to see the world for a few hours. Wavedance was strong and made it through the process without a medicine cat. Only Emberdrift there to stare icily at the kits. The two knew these kits would ruin their reputation and their 'perfection' so their first thought was to destroy the traces. Two kits were already done with... that left the measely Capekit to be dealt with. Although the couple named each kit, they despised each one. Even the two that had passed away.

For her first night, Capekit was on her own. Her mother left her, feeding Capekit once and ditching her under the shelter of a lone tree. Out alone in the new leaf night, the kit was tough and tried to make it out alone. Her senses were barely open and trained, but she didn't ahve to make it long. After some time, Emberdrift came back in pity of the poor kit. He figured he'd take her back, claim she was not his and hope that the leader would either kill her himself or giv eher to another queen. The queen would most likely kill her off for although she was strong she would smell NorthClan on her and assume a traitor... and if that didn't work, he'd have to do the job himself.

He was wrong. When Capekit got to the age of three moons, she was living and being loved by her adopted mother. Little did she know her real father was shadowing her, waiting for a time to pounce. One night, her birthday [although she didn't know it] was a time when she took the time to try and sneak out of camp. Her father was two steps away.

It felt eyes were boring into her body. It was absolutely silent, only the crickets chirping and an occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. It was an eerie scene, but the kit expected nothing. She kept the same steady pace towards the entrance of the camp. She got right to the very spot before stopping suddenly and turning to look behind her. Nothing could be seen but the horrid feling of being watched followed her still outside the camp. At the first thought of something being wrong two things happened. A horrible impact hit the poor kit and words were hissed into her ear. Time to die you mixed blood trash!. The voice was familiar, an elite that she saw often around the camp. Emberdrift. Her mind was too frantic to wonder why he was after her. The only thought running was the thought of getting away from this maniacle murderer. Capekit attempted to squeal, but a paw was already covering her mouth and the breath being crushed out of her. Capekit did the only thing she had left to do. She struggled and she trashed, lashing her claws out and biting whatever was in range. Her teeth clamped onto his tail and Emberdrift let out a loud yell. The silver kit struggled to her feet, fear flashing in her eyes, trying to run away. The elite warrior hissed and tossed another threaten. Capekit inched backwards, her back bumped a corner. She was trapped. Her eyes widened as Emberdrift grew closer, his teeth bared. Tsk. Tsk. Gentle now, my daughter. Capekit's stomach clenched and she didn't even take time to question what he meant. Her voice came out in a squeak and her tiny calws slipped unsheate. S-stay back! Emberdrift only chuckled and silently drew closer. Don't struggle now. His teeth were hovering over her neck, waiting to close on it and snap it, ending her life. The kit yowled and clamped her eyelids closed, her body straining, screaming in pain from the pressure rushing through. All her energy was draining and her focus was searing. She suddenly felt water pulsing through her body. Quickly, it stopped and she realized Emberdrift was only inches away in the same position as before. Stunned. Realizing it was over the look of shock passed and he laughed again. A deep taunting. You scared me, but don't think that helped. Your water powers won't help. Water powers? That's odd. Capekit tried to muster the power again but nothing came but weakness. She collapsed to the ground in panic, fear rooting her to the spot. Emberdrift's warm breath was on her neck now. His teeth were digging slowly into her fur. It was over. This was the end. She felt pain flowing through her body and she heard a loud crack. A loud yowl filled the air, but whose it was, she could not tell. Everything was black, there was nothing to see. The scent of blood filled her nostrils, but there was the scent of another cat now. Her adopted mother, Sleetstorm, was now in range. Capekit slowly opened her eyes, discovering that she was not dead and that she was unharmed except for a few stinging claw marks. Only Emberdrift lie dead and Sleetstorm's side was split open. Burns covered her body. the kit's eyes wandered to meet her mother's confusion filled them. What would the leader say? How did her mother find out? ...Why did her father call her his daughter?...

Capekit explained to her mother about the night and the story came out. Her mother had been curious about the hatred that could be seen in Emberdrift's eyes whenever Capekit would go by. When Sleetstorm realized that her kit was gone, she immediatly suspected danger and followed her scent until she found the poor kit cornered. She would have run down sooner if only the little she-cat hadn't shown a hint of water powers. It hadn't only been the kit's imagination afterall. Later, at the next Gathering when Emberdrift's death was announced, shock could be seen plainly in Wavedance's face and when the news of Capekit's story got out, Wavedance's hidden secret also came out. Both NorthClan and EastClan were shocked at the news and concidered whether to tell Capekit the story or not.

When EastClan went back later to the camp they announced to the poor kit what they had discovered. Cape announced she had already known about her true father, but she hadn't expected to know who her mother was. Later was more amzing news of Wavedance throwing herself off a cliff in humiliation and grief. None of this seemed to urk Capekit in anyway. She was too stunned to notice anything going by anymore. There was proof of her skirmish with her father. There was a large scar on her face from that last moment when her mother tore her father away from her. It was a large mark, a large reminder of her past that would always haunt her. She grew to be a serious feline, pressure lying on her shoulders and the large expectation of her becoming an elite from her upbringing. She seemed plenty strong enough but she hadn't wielded her power well enough to show any other signs. Finally the day of truth came. Her foster mother had passed away a few days before her apprenticeship, but she knew that Sleetstorm would be proud of her and was watching over her from above. With that thought, she bravely held her head high, ready for the moment of truth.

It was finally that day. The day all the weight of the pressure could either kill her or lift off her shoulders. Capekit gave a large sigh and felt her eyes wander up to the sky even if the stars weren't out. Sleetstorm was up there somewhere... maybe Emberdrift and Wavedance, too, if they were lucky. Capekit snorted and gave her pelt a shake. That was doubtful. Suddenly she sensed a warrio nearby. It was the deputy, Loudcry. He smiled gently at the kit and nodded towards the entrance of the camp. Ready? Capekit hesitated slightly and looked at the apprentices tussling behind her. There wasn't much tension between the ranks. Laborers were respected more than in other clans, but there was definitely a difference between them and many other cats. Other than that there wasn't much difference. The apprentices were as carefree as any others... and Capekit was ready to join that group. She turned back to the deputy and blinked, keeping her lids shut, savoring the sounds and smells of the camp. The last ones she'd have in her kit-hood. Yes. It was a small answer but ever since that night so long ago, she never spoke often. She remained quiet and seclusive, keeping to herself and observing the world around her. Giving a small twitch of the mouth to the deputy she slowly began to set off. It was time to meet her destiny.[...] The journey was long and suspensful but, soon enough, they got there. Capekit was shaking with stress and tension, her eyes widened in wonder as she stepped up to make her mark. Looking back at Loudcry nervously, he nodded encouragingly. Go on, he urged. Capekit sighed and with slow movements as if in a time slow, she moved to set her print. When it came up she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, expecting the worst. She felt Loudcry creep up behind her and gasp. Not. A. Good. Thing. She slowly opened her eyes and looked. The mark glowed a deep shade of green. Capekit yowled and rubbed her eyes with a paw. It was unbelievable! Her parents two elites bringing to life a laborer! She looked back to see the light hit it differently. It instead showed the mark of an elite warrior. Loudcry beamed and turned back to the new apprentice. Congrtulations, he murmered, touching noses with her. Capepaw sighed and blinked happily, a shaky relieved sob coming from inside. Thank goodness. She was to be a successful elite. On her way to being a deputy... and then a leader. Her mind laughed at her for thinking so ambitiously. Her - leader? She'd never get picked! Her eyes glimmered with her new thoughts and she gave a full smile to Loudcry, jerking her head to the exit. May we go? she asked. The deputy nodded and they both left, the new apprentice shining with a new pride.

Her apprenticeship was harder than she thought it'd be. Her mentor was a tough tom by the name, Arrowstreak, who despised her father and what he had done. He made her training as rough as he could and made each task the ultimate test. He pushed her everyday to find her power and played small scrimages with her to see her strength. One day the tom took Capepaw to one of her most dreaded places... the place where her father had attempted to kill her. He started off the same. A casual play fight, seeing her current status... but he got carried away in the place of her father.

Arrowstreak's teeth were bared and his eyes flashed menacingly. He lunged forward in a face attack, Capepaw's back pressed against the corner. Her eys widened in fear and his eyes flashed. ATTACK ME! he commanded. Numbly, Capepaw stepped forward before lunging forward unsurely. She stumbled and missed the tom by a large space and he spat at her, What's the matter... HALF CLANNER! He lunged at her again, this time knocking her down and pinning her to the ground. She hissed and bit his leg at the retort. Don't. Call. Me. That. Her voice shook but was firm in her order. He added more pressure to her and raked his claws down her flank. It was lightly but his claws were unsheathe... unallowed in training. Capepaw screeched and writhed beneath the tom, her mind running wild. She wondered if he was trying to hurt her purposely. Your leaving marks! she exclaimed. His eyes falshed and he hissed. Can't take it?! Capepaw jumped a beat and her body filled with terror. She felt water within. Suddenly she grew very cold, her heart seemed to freeze as did the world around her. Her blue eyes glimmered an even icier color and she yowled as it felt as if she was frozen, icy coolness flowing through her body. She heard a hiss and a shriek and suddenly Arrowstreak's weight lifted from her shoulders. She got up and shook her pelt, observing the ice clinging to his fur and his leg incased in ice. He was panting, but feeling Capepaw's gaze, his eeys rose to meet hers and he smiled. Congrats. You have the power freezing hearts. The apprentice was confused but taking huge gasping breaths she nodded softly, in wonder... she had found her power for the second time. This time stronger than last. Pushed to the limit in the same place as before.

Capepaw went on many patrols and border skirmishes afterwards. Normally taking up a front position and attacking full on. She was a fierce fighter and was recognized for that, too. Soon enough, Capepaw got her warrior name, Capetrail and proudly walked the camp as an elite warrior. She didn't know whether to feel grateful to have had Arrowstreak as her mentor, or upset that he had been so tough on her. She ended up nodding politely to Arrowstreak whenever she encoutered him. He seemed to have warmed up to the warrior, sure she was a loyal elite warrior on her way to abandon her past and prove herself better than her parents. He always helped her and picked her for patrols when he had a chance. He grew to be more like the older brother. It was an amazing change from tough mentor to caring friend. Capetrail appreciated his company when he as there.

A a few moons later a lareg battle was fought out in EastClan camp. There was an invasion by SouthClan large and uncontrolable that ended up killing the deputy, Loudcry, and taking the leader, Yewstar's, last life. An elite warrior also had his life ended leaving Capetrail, Arrowstreak, and two more elite warriors left to take the positions. Arrowstreak ended up as deputy and Boulderstep turned to Boulderstar. Not long after Capetrail got her first apprentice. An eager silver tabby tom barely able to control their power. The two got along fine and with Capetrail's help the young tom became a tame elite able to easily control his power.

It was one horrible night when a large storm whipped up with large winds. Capetrail was included in a patrol with the leader, Boulderstar, the deputy, Arrowstreak, and a few warriors. It was doubtful any cats would be out but some cats could stand it and may be invading. Sure enough, the patrol got to the SouthClan border where their scent was near. Unknowingly one warrior stumbled over the border starting a small fight between the two. Nearby was a large river with seething water and crazy waves. Boulderstar was shoved over the edge into the water and swiftly carried away. Capetrail dove in after the leader but they were long gone. As she got near shore, she heard another splash and turned to see a warrior being carried away in the water. Arrowstreak already was going in after the warrior but it was doubtful. He missed the warrior and got stuck himself.

Arrowstreak's paws churned the water and Capetrial's eyes filled with worry. Her heart beating fast and her eyes wild with fear once more, the she-cat splashed her way over, her neck stretched out to reach the deputy. Her jaws closed around his scruff and there was no protest. Just a limp body hanging from her jaws. Capetrial looked up to see the remaining warriors staring over the edge at her. Apparently they had driven the SouthClanners away. Her breathing was hard and ragged as she made her way back. The water pulled her under once and carried her back. The elite warrior broke the surface and continued on until her paws felt rocks beneath them and she scrabbled up the shore, staggering with the weight in her mouth. She dropped the deputy on the ground and looked down at him. She may have gotten him out of the water but he didn't seem to be breathing. With quick commands, Capetrial was heading back to the camp the warriors following behind sharing the body of Arrowstreak. She burst into the clearing calling for the medicine cat who urgently emerged and examined the tom. The medicine cat took him to her den, doubt in her eyes but she was determined to keep him breathing.

Capetrail had to announce the loss of Boulderstar and the condition Arrowstreak was in. The clan decided she would take temporary control until Arrowstreak was well. She was the obvious next choice as deputy when he was revived, anyway. She spent the whole night in the medicine cat den, waiting for her old mentor to open his eyes. She slipped into a sleep, her nose pressed against his chest. In the middle of the night she woke with a start to feel a shuddery breath come from the deputy. After about three heartbeats no movement could be detected. She gave a loud sorrowful yowl which brought half the clan and the medicine cat to the den. The medicine cat nodded, confirming their loss and Capetrial rose to power as leader.

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c a p e s t a r
lost inside, not quite alive

leader of eastclan

Ragged breaths and nonrhythmic steps. Pounding hearts and wild eyes. She made her way up the spiraling path, memories of her past haunting her, flooding her mind. Nothing else could cover it. She was still in shock, in fear of her father. She was sure he hadn't made it up there but it was still heart stopping to think she could look into that glassy surface and see the face she feared the most. Her eyes drifted to the sky above. If only there wasn't any stupid greed. Any fear of losing rank. One small slip almost caused the loss of a kit's life. Now it was the precious life of a leader, but it was still a wonder back then how such a prideful father would try to kill of his own young.

Her eyes filled with moisture and clouded with questions. Why was there such difference. She had tried to make the clan so loosely separated so as not to cause ranking problems. She didn't want such an accident as her past to happen. Sure, she'd still protest against half clan relationships but not enough to cold-heartedly end a life. Her steps faltered and she stopped. She was at the top now and looking towards the clearing. In between obstacles to the glassy area where another leader, Twisterstar stood.

He was obviously lost in his own thoughts. Unaware to the knew presence. The she-cat blinked back her stinging tears and sucked in a silent, constructing breath. She wasn't one to cry or feel emotions. She was impassive... but somethings were too strong for her to keep inside. Her serious and blank face covered her previous grief as she stepped forward quietly. Her mind trailed once more onto the wonder of what powers the leaders contained. Enough to wreak havoc on the forest but enough to stop even the most horrible disaster. She knew if anything were to go wrong with the leaders and these powers that StarClan would find a way to strike them down. But it was somewhat tempting to use this unique traits. Capestar felt her body go cold and held back the urge to freeze whatever was underfoot. No. She was to be a leader. Not some crazy ambitious murderer like her father.

She stopped at the glassy surface and tilted her head, leaning over it. Her icy blue-silver eyes and stony face were reflected clearly. She saw Twisterstar's reflection across from hers and she looked up to meet his eyes after moments of staring into the reflective thing. She blinked and dipped her head respectfully, her breaths still a little uneven from the way up. She was not to let anything show. Just courtesy and respect towards the SouthClan leader. Something needed among the clans. Peace. No fighting and no horrible disasters around every corner. She pressed her paw to the surface, looking down once more. Her eyes wandered among The Spire before she finally spoke. Hello, Twisterstar. Nothing much. She was never much of a talker. A listener, a secret keeper. That's what she was.

She let her icy gaze rise back to the other leader. A question filled them. How was SouthClan... what was the reason for him being here? Coldness was detected by her paws and her eyes darted down to the glass. One of the few things that felt more freezing than her average temperature. She used her icy power so often that it seemed her body temperature had also dropped a few degrees. Stormy gaze rose back up, the same stony look to them. Was Twister so curious about the powers and ranks as she?



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