Vision over Visibility - FC/PC Flash Event! OPEN!

[Cloudbat]

OOC: Joinee notes

Flash Event: An event planned and executed quickly, with no planned direction or ending.

Instigating incident: The respective medicine cats of PineClan and FogClan have decided to try and unify the rebels and doubters of the oppressed Clan and the sympathizers among their enemy to try and fight back against Volepelt’s regime. Brightnose of FogClan is waiting for Crowflower of PineClan and the cats he has gathered while hers, separate and careful, arrive through the fog, doing their best to not be found out by the ever-watchful Council.

Guidelines:

- This is an event you can drop in and out of at will. You could post once and disappear, and the thread will continue without you. There's no obligation at any point to stay involved. PERFECT FOR BUSY RPERS!

- ANYONE CAN JOIN AT ANY TIME! There is never too many cats!

- There is only one rule – if you want to have a Volepelt follower or non-sympathizer PineClan cat drop in on the meeting, PM me to let me know in advance. Other than that, there is absolutely, 100% no direction for this. Just post and see where it leads

- No post order! Ever.

- Include every joinee, early or late.

Other notes
It is fine if your cat is newly accepted and/or has no history as a rebel; if they are written as one they can join; the same goes for sympathetic PineClan cats.

- Please be aware that Fogclan cats are in a precarious situation and MUST not draw attention to themselves or they risk getting themselves and the rest of the rebels caught.

- For the moment, please no Council members. If your cat wishes to 'inform' on the rebels, please talk to the admins about this idea first before leaping into rp
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The verse, of course, was with her. Always. Despite its inhibition of her sight, the calico did not mind the blanket of fog that wrapped around her like a damp shroud, muffling the world. It was soothing, and she knew the rocky, dense forest well enough not to trip too often as she made slow progress toward the border. Fallen angel In the hopefully doubtful event that any member of the Council or one of Volepelt’s cronies was following her, it should either bore them or lose them as well. One did not wish for unexpected company when meeting a (supposed) heathen scum. Broken wings Brightnose well knew that her Clan particularly condemned the medicine cats of PineClan – she’d heard the Council, Volepelt, and even Miststar mention how they were the falsest of the false, scorned by the stars for their ‘unholy practices’ and ‘impure blood’ (the latter she’d heard from Thrushflower). What utter fox dung. I will be glad to be rid of that, she thought, squinting as the edge of her territory began to come into sight. However this meeting goes, I know I’ll have tried. Righteous burn Somewhere in the fog, following her trail and carefully spaced so they wouldn’t attract attention, were the doubters of the hideous regime- some open, some not so open – that by some miracle she’d managed to round up and bring with her to the border to meet the PineClan sympathizers. Not everyone had been enthusiastic or even trusting of the idea, but all of them had agreed to come. Finally at the edge and waiting for both Crowflower and her own Clanmates, the tricolored medicine cat mumbled a prayer – not to StarClan, but to faith. Yes, she no longer HAD faith in anything, but believed that faith itself could be just as powerful of a force. Faith for change was the only thing that might see them through now. Sinners sing [bg=090806][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Glowy]

As Crowflower padded stealthily toward the PineClan-FogClan border, he did not doubt what he was about to do. It was something he had wanted to do for moons now, ever since Finchpaw had told him about the state of things in his clan. He finally had a chance to help his best friend. And all the powers of the earth could curse him to whatever end if he did not take this opportunity by the horns and ride it 'til it threw him off. That was something Rainpaw would say, the horns thing. Funny. Rainpaw wasn't even here today, he didn't think. That was disappointing. He could be useful somehow, Crowflower was certain. Come to think of it, Crowflower really had no idea who was even following him. He wasn't sure how his quietly circulated plea for help had been received, especially since his plea for help involved FogClan. His clanmates couldn't stand them, and for good reason. When their official faces were those of Volepelt and his Council, who would want to help FogClan with anything? But they forgot the innocents, and those who opposed Volepelt's rule. Crowflower remembered. He always remembered them. Whenever he thought of FogClan, he was not filled with anger, but acute sorrow. He always had been a strange one. Now his strangeness was about to be for good reason. Now he would have the chance to use his strangeness for good, for something more than chewing up healing leaves and pasting them on wounds, although he was sure that would be involved as well. The Punished would need treatment, surely. When he finally arrived at the border, he scanned for any sign of Brightnose's presence. She'd promised to be here today. He hoped she hadn't been detained in camp, or, worse, discovered by the Council. He doubted that they would do away with their only Medicine Cat, but since she had Finchpaw, who knew? Perhaps they would decide that having Rowanheart's son be the Medicine Car would be best for the spiritual future of FogClan, and would do away with Brightnose if she were caught. There was no telling what the Council was mentally capable of justifying until they did it. "Brightnose? FogClan? Are you there?"

[/b] he called, taking pains to keep his voice low. They wanted to attract no attention.


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[ambird]

[bg=252620][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] After explaining he was going out hunting, Cranetail had left his dreary camp for a wetter, darker and colder forest. But somehow the dense fog still felt more welcoming than his Clanmates eyes. Their faces spoke of hardships and of punishment. What he wouldn't give to take away their worries and give them reason to live again. Right now, no one was really happy. Those blasted Council members were never pleased if you disobeyed, the cats themselves were tired of this constant dictatorship. And those who obeyed without protest and just given in because what else had there been to do? But now there was hope. If the Fogclanner's against this dictatorship and the Pineclanner's willing to help could come together and somehow uproot the tainted powers ruling the Clan, then a change could be made. Everything Fogclan thought about Pineclan has always been dung. Here we are, at our lowest point, and who has offered to help us? The Pineclan medicine cat himself. A meeting of Pineclan and Fogclan(the ones who actually saw the corruption for what it was, and those who actually had the nerve to come out and help rise against the cause). Who could ever predicted this could happen? Worriedly, Cranetail double and triple-checked to make sure he covered himself in enough fern to mask his scent. The fog itself would make it difficult to sniff out his presence, but he was talking about his Clanmates. At young ages, the apprentices were trained to pick up scents in the thickest of fogs. Knowing the seriousness of this meeting, and how screwed over they would all be if they were found out, he had made sure no one had followed him, and that he had caught prey beforehand, keeping true to his hunting story. As he neared the the border he began to see silhouettes pop out from the fog. Brightnose. He nodded to her, and approached the border. Cranetail could see a black tom on the other side, who he believed to be Crowflower, the Pineclan medicine cat. Another cat who he had heard of, but didn't have the best reputation. But what Pineclan cat did when it was crazed believers shoving lies down other cat's throats? His Clanmates didn't find Pineclan having more than one medicine cat "right" or having one at all because they were "non-believers." So because they didn't believe they didn't deserve some cat to heal their wounds. So much grime and dung has littered Fogclan's name... he thought to himself bitterly. But we can start and change that today.

[Cloudbat]

Relief smoothed the anxiety bristling her pelt as a welcome voice reached her ears and a dark, green-eyed shape appeared on the other side of the border. The smell confirmed it: it was Crowflower all right, and from other faint traces she could tell the sympathizers were not far behind. "My Clanmates should be here soon - look, here's Cranetail even now." She said, nodding back at the white tom as he did so to her. A rather decent fellow, refusing to be consumed by the regime yet afraid to do much against it. Still, a decent amount of sinwounds littered pelt and the medicine cat could relate to him very well. "Isn't his brother among your number?" She inquired - she had learned of the white tom's unlikely relation. "Indeed I am." A deep voice and a hefty tom who matched up came up to sit beside the solid black medicine cat, his bi-colored pelt seeming a perfect balance between his brother and his Clan's medicine cat. "Loonstep, at your service. Hey, bro." He said less formally to his brother, winking at him. The calico, after briefly acknowledging him with a dipped head, turned once again to her associate in healing. "The others are spread out in the fog; we must be very careful that too many of them do not travel together as it would be suspicious. We should also keep our voices down." she meowed softly. "But it is good to see you, Crowflower. Thank you for coming." [bg=090806][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[nightfall]

"Bloody Hell." This curse was spat by the one and only Ravenheart, medicine cat of Pineclan. Well, not the only medicine cat; There was Crowflower as well, the cat Ravenheart was currently considering for a long, painful death. As Ravenheart proceeded to trip over another root, he wondered why he was doing this again. Oh, that's right. Crowflower decided he would take a midnight stroll. It was pitch dark out, it was foggier than a morning at the marina, and how was this a good idea? He probably already threw himself over a cliff. That being said, Ravenheart was more than likely going to do the same thing. He sucked at tracking, and because of how poor visibility was, he wasn't sure where he even was in the territory. Crowflower's scent was so faint where he was it was driving him bonkers. But Ravenheart plowed on, worried about his best mate. While they tended not to always see eye to eye, especially in terms of taking care of apprentices and how lazy Ravenheart was, he knew he couldn't let the little guy get hurt. Ah. The scent was stronger now; he was surprised he was going in the right direction. At the same time, however, the scent of the Fogclan border was getting just as strong. What is he playing at? Ravenheart thought. He couldn't have gone over the border, could he? Ravenheart's eyes widened. He could smell others. They seemed... masked? What's going on? Why are cats masking their scent? Then he could see them. Even through the fog, there was an unmistakeable white pelt sitting a little ways away. And... Was that Brightnose? What is going on here? Ravenheart approched as silently as he could, passing Loonstep. As he neared Crowflower, he spoke. "What the holy dooley is going on here?" [bg=000000][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Glowy]

Crowflower let out a breath that he had been holding for far too long. Everything was okay. The night was dark and full of enough terrors to keep patrols at bay until the first fingers of dawn began to pull back the stars. They would be safe here for some time yet. They were getting along. He had feared... it was silly of him, but he had feared that perhaps there would be some dissidence amongst those who chose to come to the meeting. In fact, he had feared espionage by loyal FogClanners. Hah. "Loyal." For them, what did the word mean? Did it mean following the orders of Volepelt, or did it mean taking a stand for those wronged? Who truly got to claim loyalty to FogClan, those plotting trouble, or those causing all of it? It was such a gray area that he gave up on contemplating it. It didn't matter who was loyal and who was not, because that would vary depending on whose eyes you were looking through. All that mattered was the cats that needed healing. "It is good to see you, too, Brightnose."

[/b] He smiled broadly. "And thank you for coming. It is so much more dangerous for you. I don't anticipate any difficulty... unless FogClan sends patrols out at midnight?"[/b]

Suddenly there was hot breath in his ear and Crowflower nearly jumped out of his pelt. He actually did jump, about a fox-tail away from where he'd been sitting, and sat there, heaving. Flowers, that had been such a fright! "Loonstep, come on! Unfair. You scared me, jerk."

It was then that Crowflower managed to pick out a dark shape in the fog, the shape of his colleague. Ravenheart. Crowflower mumbled a quick apology to Loonstep and then sat beside Ravenheart. Stars above, how was he going to explain this one? He seriously just sat there with his mouth opening and closing again and again while his brain righted itself.

"Holy dooley? What in the name of wild roses does that... oh, whatever. Um. Lotsa stuff could be going on. I could be doing many things. I could be hunting fireflies because I think they're pretty,"[/b] he began. "I could be sitting here, talking to members of FogClan, plotting the downfall of pain and suffering. I could be trying to find the stars through the fog, just for kicks. The group of us could be about to... um... do something awesome. Maybe I'm even searching for a magical glowing plant. Pick whichever you think is most likely."[/b]

Yep. Crowflower, the world's best liar. Best watch out for him, folks, because it's impossible to tell when he's pulling the moss over your eyes! Right. He tried to morph his face into an expression that was stern. "I think a better question is what you are doing out here at this hour, when you have an apprentice to tend to in the morning! Mine sleeps late."[/b] Yep. Blame shifting time!

... oh, he was dead. He was so very, very dead. Ravenheart would leave and Gingerstar would have to come and she'd look at him with those eyes and everything would melt away to nothingness. He was going to die. Shrivel up into a little ball, like a pill bug. A fluffy little pill bug.

"Um. Please don't leave and get anybody. I swear this isn't as bad as it looks."[/b] He looked pleadingly at Brightnose. She was good with words. She'd be able to explain what they were all doing gathered here.


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[Cloudbat]

Oh, brilliant. The uninformed medicine cat would have to show up as well. Although his use of the word “hell” – a vague memory from her days as a kittypet and rogue – was amusing. A living hell was what this meeting was going to try and end, after all. She nodded and accepted the PineClanner's thanks while inwardly she groaned. Loonstep merely grinned and flicked his short tail, blowing out a plume of breath indistinguishable from the fog save in scent. He grimaced as Ravenheart showed up, but figured this was for the medicine cats to sort out between themselves. She opened her mouth to say…something, but Crowflower beat her to it. Just as well; he knew his colleague better and could more easily convince him to not expose them all. ...and he was babbling. Well this was just simply brilliant. Or was he stalling and waiting for a warrior to pin down his colleague? The calico quickly thought it through and pinned it as a bad idea for several reasons: if blood was spilled, their risk of detection was much higher; it would leave scent on Ravenheart as evidence; and it certainly wouldn't make him any more amenable to their cause. A snort escaped the tricolored feline; she couldn't help it. Her comrade's excuses were too amusing, and his blame shifting was pathetic. His like-pelted ally was obviously older in any case. "Look, Ravenheart...Crowflower and his allies here have agreed to aid us, and by us I mean we who retain sanity, overthrow this incredibly stupid and illogical regime. It's not bad at all, and if you tell on your own Clanmates, what will that gain you? Nothing. You could even -" A small gray shape leaped out from behind Ravenheart and clung to the larger black tom like a burr, doing her darnedest to pin him (claws sheathed), dull green eyes narrowed with intent. Ashstorm. [bg=090806][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[nightfall]

Okay, so. It seemed that Crowflower hadn't been expecting him at all. Ravenheart was mildly surprised at that. For goodness sake, he slept in a small den with three other cats, and didn't expect any of them to wake up and hear or smell or even see him leaving? Then again, it was Crowflower. Ravenheart 'hmmed' and 'humphed' as Crowflower started babbling. Fireflies? Really? "I could be sitting here, talking to members of FogClan, plotting the downfall of pain and suffering." Oh, bloody hell. He had to be kidding. Seriously. Plotting the downfall of the regime in Fogclan? Unfortunately, Brightnose solidified it. "Look, Ravenheart...Crowflower and his allies here have agreed to aid us, and by us I mean we who retain sanity, overthrow this incredibly stupid and illogical regime. It's not bad at all, and if you tell on your own Clanmates, what will that gain you?" Well, of course he wouldn't tell. But that wouldn't stop him from telling them all how amazingly stupid they were for even meeting each other. "Nothing. You could even -" Brightnose was cut off by the arrival of a cat. On Ravenheart's back. Like, really, how much more ridiculous could this night get? Of course, it wouldn't make sense for a Fogclanner to attack him. That could dangerous. So it was a clanmate. Ashstorm, to be exact. She wasn't doing much damage really. After all, it was clear she was trying to pin him, and he'd barely budged. Ravenheart just sighed. "Ashstorm, get off my back before I sit on you." Oh, a day in the life of the Pineclan medicine cat Ravenheart. [bg=000000][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Glowy]

Crowflower's paw pads began to feel slick, suddenly damp with perspiration. Oh, Flowers. This was not going to end well, no it was not. He flicked his ears a few times and took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. What he was doing was right. It was good. It needed to happen. Oh, but Ravenheart was sure to be angry. Crowflower hated it when anybody was angry. It made his fur stand on end, sending funny little prickles all over his body, and his breaths started to get shallow sometimes if he couldn't get angry in return. Anger terrified him, though he had no cause to fear it. No cause from personal experience, that is. But he saw the way that anger rent relationships apart, how it crippled hearts and poisoned souls. He hated anger, and he feared it, because he saw what it did. He didn't want Ravenheart to be angry with him. Fortunately, he seemed to be in a good humor still, albeit a bit skeptic looking. "I'd do what the man says, Ashstorm,"

[/b] he warned, but with a gentle smile.

"Friend, I think what Brightnose was going to say is that you'd be welcome to help us, if you want. If not, that's fine, although I'd really love it if you would. But you're perfectly welcome to turn back. Just know that this is what I'll be doing, and I'm very committed to it,"[/b] he said, jaw clenching stubbornly. Nothing would dissuade him from his course now.


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[Cloudbat]

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[bg=000000] The little spitfire of a warrior was annoyed that that both medicine cats seemed to think she'd go down that easily. I'm not called Ashstorm for nothing, guys.Toms. "Just try it." She muttered, but slipped off him all the same. Dull green eyes still fixed the black PineClanner with a watchful glare as she backed off a few steps, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. It was a bit too cold and damp for her liking. Freaking FogClan and their stupid…fog. At least it means they don’t smell as bad. “He was about to blow our cover, Crow. I had to do something.” Never mind how effective it was. The gray warrior looked over at the enemy Clan’s party, already having her doubts. The medicine cat, fine. Cranetail…meh. Even though he was the one who’d convinced her to join this crazy scheme she wasn’t overly happy to see him again. Weird stuff had happened in their talk, heck if she could figure it out. I’m hardly the touchy-feely type. Brightnose nearly put a paw to her face in annoyance. This was supposed to be a quick, informative discussion that involved making plans, not pandering to whoever happened to stumble into their meeting. It didn’t help that /her/ whole Clan seemed to be dawdling. Caution was fine, but surely more cats than just she and Cranetail should have arrived by now. “What my associate has said is correct. As you do not seem inclined to join us, however, I respectfully ask that you maintain silence about this meeting and do not seek us out again. This is a very delicate operation. Time is wasting, and I begin to fear some of my Clanmates may have been waylaid. We must start without them. First and foremost, what can we realistically do?”

[MONSTER <3]

[bg=3b3b52][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] What a night it was to be strolling after your own mentor. That seemed to sum up the situation within Quailpaw's mind as briefly and simply as possible. At first he was only curious as to what Crowflower was up to, and he even plan on doing that. The thought of following his mentor in the middle of the night made him feel guilty. He trusted his mentor, more than any other cat actually. So his guilt over something simple as this might seem peaty to another cat, but to him it meant a lot more. After Crowflower had stopped, he was about to make himself known, but Fogclan cats started to show up and speak with him. Then Ravenheart, then Ashstorm. His mind became more and more confused as it continued. Finally, he heard his mentor back up the Fogclan cats, and Brightnose began to speak. “What my associate has said is correct. As you do not seem inclined to join us, however, I respectfully ask that you maintain silence about this meeting and do not seek us out again. This is a very delicate operation. Time is wasting, and I begin to fear some of my Clanmates may have been waylaid. We must start without them. First and foremost, what can we realistically do?”

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Quailpaw attempted to swallow his concerns before he took a step out of his hiding spot. He approached the group, trying to act nonchalant as he went to stand beside his mentor. He was not completely sure what was going on, but he had faith in Crowflower. He was sure that Crowflower would step in the right direction with whatever was going on, so he decided he was going to do whatever he could to assist him. He had always seemed to have had faith in Quailpaw, even when he hadn't had faith in himself. The older tom had trained him, given him a place to relax,.. and gave him a place he could truly call home.

So, doing one of the most abnormal things the large apprentice had done, he stood up for someone he cared about. Well, he didn't really say it, not yet anyway, but he was standing, beside him.

Close enough right?

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