` don't tell them; { red & silvs }

[Redpaw ◂]

"Imagination is rather dangerous, look at what some long-dead cat's delusions have shaped the Clans into." The she-cat paused mid-stretch, considering Greypaw's suggestion, though she didn't look up hold her sister's gaze. Surely enough, their clanmates' imaginations had transformed them into a bunch of gullible idiots, the kind who would believe anything, so long as they were provided with any sort of fake 'proof' that the words came from the stars. What made the stars so trustworthy? As far as Redpaw was concerned, they were one mystery no cat seemed to be able to solve. So is that what happened? They were all too afraid of something they couldn't explain, and decided to come up with a dumb little story for it so that the kits wouldn't be scared of the dark? "Honestly, I want to see what makes them all believe in star-cats." Fear, that was what. If her clanmates had been once terrified enough to believe in such nonsense, what sort of fictions were she and Greypaw capable of creating for themselves? Surely their imagination was just as dangerous, if not more? "Don't you ever wonder what happens in the Maw?" Abruptly the red-eyed apprentice pushed all of her musings to the back of her mind, ignoring the nagging temptation that seemed to be shaping itself into some sort of instinct, one that demanded she followed orders, and right now they told her she should be surrounded by clanmates, back at camp. But as she stared straight into the blue depths of Greypaw's eyes, every other inner voice suddenly felt muted. Distant. "I know what happens at 'the Maw', Greypaw." Her voice was firm, and finally she turned around, beginning to slowly make her way down the tree. It was longer the instinct that she should be listening to what her leader and the other warriors told her to do that made her paws itch to be back in her nest anymore. It was her own exhaustion. Greypaw was still in sight, and Redpaw glanced up at her as her hind paws searched for the next paw hold. "Nothing. Nothing happens." ARE THEY APPRENTICES OR ELDERS tags // Greypaw ☿

[Greypaw ☿]

Greypaw

"I know what happens at 'the Maw', Greypaw." Redpaw offered, her voice giving no room for arguing. The blazing gaze in her sister's eyes was sincere, and Gazing back into the fiery depths of Redpaw's eyes, Greypaw felt at peace. The curiosity, dread of going back to the camp, it all seemed washed out, unimportant. Breaking the eye contact, the red-eyed apprentice turned to make her way down the tree. Greypaw turned to follow her sister, taking a moment to take the last look at the stars that dotted the deep blue fabric of the sky.

"Nothing. Nothing happens." Redpaw's voice brought Greypaw back to the present. Looking down, Greypaw spotted the burning red eyes of her sister glowing in the darkness. After a momentary pause, the silver tabby said, quietly making her way down the tree, "They think something happens there, Red." she paused again, taking a moment to try and grasp the idea she was about to voice. "When we take away the Maw, the Clans would get some sense knocked into them." It certainly seemed that most of the idiotic traditions of the clans originated from StarClan. It was time to end the era of fear and superstition, and they would be the heralds of the new era.

With optimism now spreading through her chest, Greypaw smiled, jumping down a few branches to catch up with her sister. "Without StarClan to tell them what to do, they will realize how blind they have been," and we will no longer be outcasts and the odd ones, "Red, we can do this."

notes;; hollas at the gay
tags;; Redpaw ◂

[Redpaw ◂]

"They think something happens there, Red." The silent determination in Greypaw's voice shook the blue apprentice, making the final scraps of her pessimism dissolve into the still night air. Greypaw's had enough of words. She wants to start contemplate our actions instead. Pausing in her climbing, the red-eyed female gazed up at the silvery she-cat further up the tree. "When we take away the Maw, the Clans would get some sense knocked into them." This time it wasn't fear that froze Redpaw, but disbelief. 'Take away' what appeared to be a sacred place for all the cats of both clans? How? Surely two tiny apprentices like them couldn't accomplish something like that. Perhaps what Greypaw means is that we won't have to do it alone. Still, the she-cat couldn't begin to imagine who would be the least bit willing to help them. It was no secret that some cats' belief in StarClan was weaker than others', but that did in no way guarantee they would be up for a task of the like. Eliminating the one powerful connection the clans had with their ancestors? We can't do it. It's too big. Within seconds Greypaw was beside her, her claws digging deep into the tree's bark as she balanced herself next to Redpaw. A look of determination was still firing up her blue eyes, making them glow with new ferocity that even Redpaw found hard to resist. "Without StarClan to tell them what to do, they will realize how blind they have been. Red, we can do this." Even more wide-eyed than before, the apprentice could do little more than blankly stare at her sister. The logical side of herself was trying to fight its way back to the surface. What we're imagining is just that; a concept that could only ever be imagined. It's only a dream. It could never happen in the real world. And yet still, the blue female found Greypaw's fierceness to be contagious. "You really believe that?" she finally whispered, afraid that once she'd admitted she was in on this, there was no backing out. "Because I don't think.." She paused suddenly, not to consider her words but to buy herself time to give to her sister for a chance to get Greypaw to rethink her suggestion. Tearing her gaze away from her sister's, she glanced down, then gave a leap that landed her on her four paws on the forest floor. She glanced towards the direction they were supposed to take in order to get back to camp, then turned her prompting stare on the silvery apprentice directly above her. "Greypaw, I want to show them how wrong they are as much as you do. Maybe more. But we can't afford failure." and then greypaw just starts chanting 'y so serioussssss' tags // Greypaw ☿