The internet is a storm of URLs, wi-fi and strings of dangerous code, whirling and thundering. Out in the wilderness you can only survive so long unaided, but in here, behind the mellow yellow windows, a safe and comforting place awaits. This place is a respite from the internet; the fire crackles invitingly and alluring rainbow-coloured drinks are poured into glasses. Exciting chatter fills the rooms from tables bustling with friends, eating from trays of warm, rustic carum bread and hearty stews. Gentle music comes from the band in the background.
[image description: a busy tavern lit by orange light]
Come in, chat away, have a great time! The old location may have been overrun by the Codekind, but this new building has three-meter thick walls, three floors and turret bedrooms to rest in at the top! We’ve returned, free from the battles of the secret pages! A safe micro-community of equality and no judgement. Hang up your HTML-reflective suit at the door and settle in with a drink and a meal.
Notice Board: Free candy in the bowl on the counter! What types of candy are there? Yes.
Lion looked around. Darkness. “Anyone brought a torch?” She asked. “Wait, never mind! I got one.” She pulled a plastic hand sized pumpkin out of her bag, and clicked its stalk, there were suddenly two red flashing lights that appeared in it’s eyes. Lion gasped when she where they were…
(I’ll let you make up where we are! 😀 I feel kinda like I’m rushing this a bit 😛 )
Flowerpaw narrowed her eyes warily.
Shadowedpaw snickered. Was the pumpkin….. Rolling it’s eyes?
Yes…. How spooky…
Fawnpaw carefully reopened the trapdoor and snuck in after them. She missed some steps on the ladder and fell down with a loud screech. There was a snap. And a burst of pain in Fawny’s wrist, which had hit the hard floor first. “hehehe.. OW!”
“Comfrey.” Shadowedpaw muttered. “Anyone have comfrey? Bandages also? I have some thyme to..” Shadowedpaw handed Fawnpaw a bit of dried up herbs. “They reduce shock and anxiety if you need it.” She told her.
They were in a hidden room! From one of the walls came muted conversation. Were they… behind the bar? Lion glanced back at Lily. “Lily! How did we get here?! I though that this building was just… well… that. A building. With no hidden rooms.”
Lily brushed her hair out of her face. “I don’t know. Maybe the portal malfunctioned?”
Lion blinked. “Ah, Lily… what portal?”
“You mean you didn’t know about the portal?!” Lion shook her head. “That’s how we get here from BlogClan. I am no physicist, but have you noticed whenever you come here that_______________________”
Fill out what happens when you go through the portal!
“But you must have noticed that whenever you come through the portal—“ Lily began.
“Well, personally, I tend to get better at driving.” Lion said, clearly not getting it. “Oh, and I grin a lot more!” She added, grinning.
“But this is so cool!” Brightwing gushed excitedly. “I can listen to other people’s conversations and they’d never know I was here!”
Her eyes widened as possible scenarios played out in her head… until someone cleared their throat uncomfortably. There was an extremely awkward pause.
“Er sorry…Did I just say that out loud?!”
Flowerpaw snorted. “We know all your evil plans now,” she teased.
Brightwing blushed and stared determinedly at the floor.
*stays silent even though they had the same thought*
Emberdawn started on her task of cleaning the tavern, waving and stopping to chat with some patrons as she did.
With a quick glance around, she realized that some people who were supposed to be in the tavern were seemingly… nonexistant? Where was that new person, Lily? And wasn’t Lion supposed to be here?
Rainspirit collapsed through the door, tears streaming down her face.
“Oh.. StarClan… Thank StarClan I made it here…” She sobbed. “Is it really safe… from… from them?” She looked around nervously. A tiny gray kitten pranced through the door and sat by her feet, a confused look in it’s eyes.
“Oh, Featherkit! I thought I lost you!” Rainspirit scooped her up and laughed a little as Feather licked her nose. “Is there any cat food I could give her? Or a mouse or something?”
“Um…” Irismist was kinda confused, and a little uncomfortable. Who was she afraid of, where the Codekind back?! How could that be? Irismist racked her seer senses, but she couldn’t pick up anything unusual. What if this secret room had stopped her powers? Searching through her back for something to give to the gray kit, she felt worried, even scared. She was used to knowing more than the normal person, so with her powers not working, she felt vulnerable.
Featherkit walked over to Irismist and rubbed against her legs, purring. Rainspirit smiled a little.
“She likes you,” she said happily. Featherkit rolled onto her back and let out a soft little “mew.”
Pulling off a piece of a turkey sandwich that just so happened to be in her bag, Irismist bent down and set the piece of turkey in front of Featherkit, running her hand over the kittens’ soft fur. As she stood back up, she warily turned to Rainspirit. Not bothering to introduce herself, she quickly and anxiously asked, “Who is it that you are afraid of?” Not wanting to scare the already shaken girl anymore, Iris gave her a reassuring smile, but her heart wasn’t in it. Her hands deftly searching through her bag for thyme, she anxiously awaited the answer.
Cool
*stalks hazelpage*
Lion looked at Fawny sympathetically, “Are you ok?” She gasped, “I might have some useful and somewhat medical stuff in my bag!” She added, quickly pulling her bag off her back, and tearing open the zip. “Here’s a Halloween-y witch-y cape, you could maybe wrap it around your wrist?”
Flowerpaw’s eyes widened, but she stayed in her spot, fumbling with her fingers and adverting her eyes.
Turning in place, Irismist walked toward the girl, Fawny. Her hands once again in her black bag, she pulled out some wide green leaves and a long roll of white gauze. Placing the leaves on Fawny’s wrist and wrapping it securely with the gauze, Irismist’s mind was with Rainspirit. Focusing on the girl’s wrist, Iris stared through the dim light at the now-gauze wrapped arm. Iris squeezed her eyes shut, and felt the familiar sensation on tingling and mini zips as magical healing purple sparks enveloped the gauze. Removing her hands from Fawny, Iris knew that the magic would help the pain and make the broken wrist heal faster, but not heal it completely. Iris looked up at Fawny’s face, smiling. Turning back to Rainspirit, Iris felt exhausted. That small bit of magic had been almost impossible to preform, and Iris still couldn’t see farther than the room. What was preventing Iris’s magic?
(Could someone please update me? I is so confuzzled 😛 )
It’s in chaos…
Lion found a secret room, and is also trying to help Rainspirit
Rainspirit is hurt
Featherkit is cuddling
yah, chaos
We have found a trapdoor which is under the Hazelpage and Fawny has sprained/broken her wrist 🙂 Also back in the Hazelpage, Rainspirit has come in with Featherkit and Irismist is helping them 😀
“Hey…” Brightwing said suddenly, forgetting that she was embarrassed, while everyone under the trapdoor looked curiously at the pumpkin’s glowing eyes, “this isn’t just a hole! It’s a tunnel! Why don’t we see where it leads?”
“It’s dangerous,” a raspy voice answered. “And anyway, I’m not supposed to let you.”
Everyone looked around in confusion and fear, and then they heard laughter.
“It’s me you idiots!”
Brightwing squeaked involuntarily as she realized who had spoken. It was Lion’s pumpkin lamp…
Flowerpaw looked down at the lamp. “Creepy,” she muttered, smirking. “Well, what a surprise. A talking pumpkin.”
Shadowedpaw laughed. “I hope that’s not making sarcastic comment the whole time!” She snickered.
Sorry I made Flowerpaw disappear 😉 (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, read on)
Lion screeched, “That’s cool though, I didn’t know it could do that.” She added, laughing.
Blueheart opened her eyes groggily. She must have hit her head on something on the way down. She awoke in a pitch black tunnel. “Hello?” She called.
Lion smiled, “We were just about to set off down the tunnel, but we can wait if you need any time, are you ok?”
Iris jerked her head quickly. She had sworn that she heard someone calling out. Taking a step into the gloom, Iris stubbed her toe on something in the dark. Wincing in pain and hopping on one foot, Irismist called into the depths of cavern, “Anyone there?”
“Yup!” Lion called, “Follow the pumpkin eyes.” She added, winking and pointing the pumpkin back towards Iris.
“Who is it?” Blue called, trying to not sound hostile. She scrambled to her feet.
“It’s Lily, Lion, Iris, and… come out of the shadows, Shadowedpaw. I assure you, Blue won’t hurt you… Ah! And there’s Brightwing. Wow, it got crowded down here!” Suddenly, Lily narrowed her eyes at the crowd. Alarm lit her gaze. With a frantic look around, she realized…
“Where is Flowerpaw?”
Flowerpaw raised an eyebrow, wrapping her arms around her leather vest as she glanced around warily. “Is everyone uninjured and gathered here?” She questioned, lifting one foot and tapping the toe of her boots against the stone floor, echoing into the darkness.
“I’m here.” Said Shadowedpaw, closing and opening her eyes to try and adjust to the light. “I have a knife, bandages, a few herbs, a walking stick, a hair elastic, and…. Well, Lion’s pumpkin can teleport. Anything else I need? Lion, want your magical, eye-rolling, teleporting pumpkin back?”
Lion nodded, “Yuhuh!” She said, winking cause why not 😉 😛
Shadowedpaw smiled nervously, handing her the pumpkin back. She was startled by the friendliness Lion naturally had, and could only hope she could match it.
Lion smiled, “Don’t worry, you’re friendly too!”
“I’m not here!” Lion said.
“Wait” Irismist whispered to Flowerpaw. “I defidently heard something.” Irismist peered into the darkness as she stepped further and further away from the group and the light of the pumpkin. The cavern was damp and dark. As her eyes became adjusted to the gloom, she saw a split in the path. Iris saw an erect shape, standing in the left tunnel. “Hello?” She called down the dark tunnel. “I know you are in there. My name is Irismist, and I was wondering…” Iris broke off. She didn’t want to offend whoever was there, but she didn’t know what else to say. Continuing, “I was wondering if you needed help finding the others.” She finished. As a second thought, Iris lit up her hands in a purple glow, so the girl would be able to see her face, and so Iris could see the girl.
Flowerpaw widened her eyes, realizing Iris was correct. She stepped forward, crouching next to them. “Are you okay?” She whispered softly.
Blue glanced at Lion. “I’m fine.” She brushed herself off. “We can continue. Can you fill me in on what happened while I was out?”
“Well, Rainspirit came in crying about something crazy that was going on upstairs. She was all worked up and asking if these secret tunnels were safe from ‘them’.” Iris felt slightly exasperated, but was hiding it well. She still hadn’t found out who “they” were, and she was wondering if she should abandon the adventure to check upstairs. “Fawny also hurt her wrist but I think she’s okay. Oh, and there’s a talking pumpkin thrown somewhere in the mix” she paused for a breath, “But that’s not important. What’s important, first off, is are you actually okay?” Iris didn’t want to invade the newcomer’s space, but even in the dark she could tell that there was a nasty bruise on her head. Trying to be subtle as she aimed the tingling purple light from her fingers toward the girl’s head, Iris continued, “By the way, you haven’t told us what your name is.” Now the sparks had reached the bruise, and were already reducing to a distant shimmer as they worked to stop the bump from getting any larger.
Blue knocked Iris’s hand away and snarled at her. “Thanks for the update. And I am perfectly fine thank you very much.” She glared at Iris, daring the girls to speak.
“There IS something going on. I have no idea what, but there’s a bunch of black things and they did this to me.” Rainspirit lifted her hair to reveal a pulsating black scar, with veins of black branching out from it. Featherkit nudged her ankle and looked up with a worried meow.
Irispaw gasped, but pretended to turn it into a cough when she saw the others look at her. “Who else is upstairs? Is anyone else hurt?” she managed to say to Rainspirit. Picking up Featherkit, Iris tried to push her worries away.
“I don’t think anyone’s up there. I did see a bunch of cats, though. That’s where I picked up Featherkit. A cat came up to me- I SWEAR she looked like Spottedleaf- and dropped Featherkit at my feet right before I managed to escape,” Rainspirit said. She put her hair down and sat on a nearby chair, a thoughtful look on her face. “It couldn’t have been Spottedleaf, though. She died saving Firestar…” She frowned thoughtfully, focusing on a spot on the floor.