Post by Moonstar on Sept 7, 2007 21:27:24 GMT -5
*You enter the Fourtrees proudly with your Clan. You glance around at all the cats, and the Clans RiverClan and ShadowClan look...thinner. You disregard this though; they must be having a hard leaf-fall. But RiverClan's usually so healthy. Then you glance at the Great Rock and groan. A ginger she-cat is perched on the giant boulder. Sighing, you shake your head. It's obviously an annoying early April's Fools Day joke. Puh-leeeeze, Moonstar. You think. You used this last year. Where's your originality?*
Cats of all Clans! Listen here, fools. *Gingerfur mews menacingly.* ShadowClan and RiverClan are no more. They are now GingerClan. I suggest you all ally with me...unless you want blood to be spilled. *Her claws unsheathe with those words.* I know you think this is a joke. Well, last time agreed to do a gag. But, I got a taste for power. My 'mate' (ha, like he even loves me. The only cat he loves is Birchclaw) is gone, along with his real love's kits. His elite guard is also in exile, except for the forum's member. Don't seek out OOC Moonstar by the way. She's been replaced by OOC Gingerfur. Don't believe me? *She smirks coldly at all the cats.* Follow me. *With lots of suspision, you slowly follow.
Numb with shock, you return to the Fourtrees. The leaders' dens of ShadowClan and RiverClan had a very stale scent of Moonstar and Shortstar. And almost all cats associated with Moonstar are gone! A silent wail rises in your throat. For one of the first times in your life, you long to be called minion, to hear the word 'Muhahahahahaha!', and, well, you sort of would like to read a crackfic. But Moonstar, both IC and OOC, is gone...forever.
As you slink home, you see a piece of paper sticking out of the ground, three quarters of it buried. Overcome with curiousity, you dig it up. In messy handwriting, one written by someone with bad penmenship and in a hurry, the paper turns out to be a note. Your heart skips a beat as you read it:
To my wonderful minions,
I am alright and alive. The same goes for everyone in the elite guard. At the end of the message I have a simple code, for I have confidence you'll keep this note out of IC and OOC Gingerfur's hands...paws...whatever. If you succeed quickly I'll be back soon...Muhahahahahaha!
OOC Moonstar.
To all members of RiverClan,
I'm alive, and still have eight lives left. First off I'd like to say: Don't hate Gingerfur. The other day she started to feel like a replacement, and nothing else for some reason. It's not easy for her to be loved by me when there's another she-cat I love, even if she's dead. (*The writing here's a bit blurred, as if tears fell on the paper as it was being written.*) Don't worry about me or OOC Moonstar. She's perfectly content to be nuzzling Stormfur happily.
Now our message:
Epirtskrad. Invert that word and you'll find the password. We've said too much all ready, and DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES LET GINGERFUR CATCH AS MUCH A GLIMPSE OF THIS NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cats of all Clans! Listen here, fools. *Gingerfur mews menacingly.* ShadowClan and RiverClan are no more. They are now GingerClan. I suggest you all ally with me...unless you want blood to be spilled. *Her claws unsheathe with those words.* I know you think this is a joke. Well, last time agreed to do a gag. But, I got a taste for power. My 'mate' (ha, like he even loves me. The only cat he loves is Birchclaw) is gone, along with his real love's kits. His elite guard is also in exile, except for the forum's member. Don't seek out OOC Moonstar by the way. She's been replaced by OOC Gingerfur. Don't believe me? *She smirks coldly at all the cats.* Follow me. *With lots of suspision, you slowly follow.
Numb with shock, you return to the Fourtrees. The leaders' dens of ShadowClan and RiverClan had a very stale scent of Moonstar and Shortstar. And almost all cats associated with Moonstar are gone! A silent wail rises in your throat. For one of the first times in your life, you long to be called minion, to hear the word 'Muhahahahahaha!', and, well, you sort of would like to read a crackfic. But Moonstar, both IC and OOC, is gone...forever.
As you slink home, you see a piece of paper sticking out of the ground, three quarters of it buried. Overcome with curiousity, you dig it up. In messy handwriting, one written by someone with bad penmenship and in a hurry, the paper turns out to be a note. Your heart skips a beat as you read it:
To my wonderful minions,
I am alright and alive. The same goes for everyone in the elite guard. At the end of the message I have a simple code, for I have confidence you'll keep this note out of IC and OOC Gingerfur's hands...paws...whatever. If you succeed quickly I'll be back soon...Muhahahahahaha!
OOC Moonstar.
To all members of RiverClan,
I'm alive, and still have eight lives left. First off I'd like to say: Don't hate Gingerfur. The other day she started to feel like a replacement, and nothing else for some reason. It's not easy for her to be loved by me when there's another she-cat I love, even if she's dead. (*The writing here's a bit blurred, as if tears fell on the paper as it was being written.*) Don't worry about me or OOC Moonstar. She's perfectly content to be nuzzling Stormfur happily.
Now our message:
Epirtskrad. Invert that word and you'll find the password. We've said too much all ready, and DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES LET GINGERFUR CATCH AS MUCH A GLIMPSE OF THIS NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!