A Ravens Conspiracy

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A Ravens Conspiracy
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This is a story about a cat, small and stubborn, whom lived on his own in the vast wilderness. A cat who traveled, who grew up too fast. One who never did have a normal childhood. Grieving the death of family, all the while finding a new home and forming new bonds. This is a story about a cat, small and stubborn, who found a sense of purpose.
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Character Analysis
Ravenheart 
a diminutive tom with thin black pelt, emerald eyes, scar on his cheek and multiple nicks in his ears.
User: Wickedtrashdude
Affiliation: HawkClan
Status: Alive	
Crowface 
a monumental tom with black glossy fur and skyblue eyes and a scar over his snout with grey paws and tail-tip.
User: [NPC]
Affiliation: Tribe of Eagles Wing [NPC]
Status: Deceased	
Daffodilpetal 
a thick coated tortoiseshell she-cat with dazzling emerald eyes.
User: [NPC]
Affiliation: Tribe of Eagles Wing [NPC]
Status: Deceased
Weaselstar 
athin white pelted she-cat with a tan mask on her face, stripe running down her back, brown muzzle, ears, and underbelly with pale golden eyes.
User: Germman
Affiliation: HawkClan
Status: Alive	
Redcloud 
[short description]
User: Wammer17
Affiliation: HawkClan
Status: n/a	
Cascadesong 
a tall and slender blueish-grey she-cat with sky-blue eyes and light grey underbelly.
User: NauticalTwilight
Affiliation: HawkClan
Status: Alive
Deerflower 
a heavily brown dappled tom-cat with neat white fur and pale green eyes with a flower-like marking covering his left eye.
User: Prismarinerøse 
Affiliation: HawkClan
Status: Alive	
N/A 
[short description]
User: [NPC]
Affiliation: n/a
Status: n/a	
N/A 
[short description]
User: [NPC]
Affiliation: n/a
Status: n/a
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Chapters
Prologue
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"You're doing great, love, just a bit longer." The sable pelted tom reassured, ears flattening protectively as he coiled his thin tassel around his mates thick and fluffy one. His bright cobalt orbs stared into the tortoiseshell she-cats emerald ones as she heaved a loud, exaggerated sigh and winced. "I know, always the backbone of the relationship. . ."
She did, perhaps he was a bit too protective. Crowface appreciated her sarcastic response anyway and purred gently. Crowface leaned forward, lapping her muzzle and pressing his nose against hers gently. "Glad you can still find sarcasm in these situations, Daffy."
"I always do, you know that." She pinched her eyes shut, her toes curling into her paw-pads as if grasping for something to hold onto. Crowface's tail grip tightened, Daffodilpetal held her head up with a wobbly smile. Crowface stared longingly at her, before his ears flipped behind him. A noise, like a twig breaking off a small branch, echoed behind him, his head whipped around and his fur bristled at the sight. A raven. . . No, a conspiracy of ravens all gliding towards a branch, feathers ruffled by the autumn wind and the frigid breeze that bit at their beaks. Their black, button orbs stared down at Crowface and Daffodilpetal. It was a sign. Bad luck.
Bad luck. Bad luck. Bad luck. Bad luck. Bad luck.
Crowface turned around, attempting to block out his own thoughts and the daunting croaking of the conspiracy of birds above. Crowface bit his lip, forcing his muzzle to a smile as he stared at Daffodilpetal, paw curling over hers as she squeezed reassuringly. After a moment of silence, the she-cat let out an agonizing hiss.
Then, softly, a chanting of soft meows came from behind. A small, black kitten cried out to his two guardians. Daffodilpetal let out a soft sob of joy, Crowface only choking back one as he smiled. They were happy. . .
So happy, they didn't notice the pooling blood.
"You did it, love. . . We're a family." The toms voice broke, his happiness couldn't be described in words but he did try his best. Daffodilpetal weakly purred. "We did it, you can finally be the father you always wanted to be."
Crowface pressed his forehead against hers, but at the touch the tortoiseshells head fell against the ground with a thud. The ravens chirped with what only could be described as delight. Crowface's pupils dilated, ears flattening against his cranium as anxiety filled his chest. "Daffodilpetal! Are you alright?"
"I feel. . . Faint." The ebony tom examined her carefully, his racing heart beat stopped as he stared at the blood that formed around the kitten who let out desperate mews. Daffodilpetal examined his expression, her neck aching as she twisted up to see, she let out a faint cough and wobbly smile before laying back down. "I guess. . . It was never meant to be."
"No. . . No, no, no, no. . ." Crowface pleaded to her, desperate as he pressed his snout into her fur and inhaled her sweet aroma. "Don't go. . . I can't do this without you. . . Please!"
"You can. . ." Daffodilpetal purred, pressing her nose into his cheek. "I love you."
Crowface's world spun as he continued to plead for what felt like hours. The almost victorious chants of ravens echoed around him which only made him sob harder, coughing and gasping. The world suddenly became silent when he heard a soft meow, his blurry vision caught sight of the black kitten that laid in the pool of his mothers blood. Blood he caused.
"No." He said to himself, his inner-thoughts being pushed back into the darker corners of his mind. "You are the one thing she wanted. . . I won't corrupt myself with those thoughts. . . You were never the cause. . ."
Crowface, through his pain, smiled at the black kitten. Crowface stood, hearing the pattering of raven feet against the crisp leaves. He leaned forward, picking the kitten by the scruff and hesitating for a moment at the body of his significant other. He exhaled a sigh as he thought for a moment, blocking out the angered caws and the sickening smell of blood.
"Let's go, little raven."
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==Chapter One: First Flight==
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"Faster Ravenkit!" Crowface escalated forward onto a branch, his claws piercing the bark as he climbed up the pine at a swift pace, The small sable kitten trailing behind as he struggled. Ravenkits paws slipping from the small branch he managed to get a hold of as he panted desperately, his back paws scratching the branch."Dad!"
Ravenkit called out in desperation, the tom sighed heavily as he raced down, skidding along a thick branch and landed down, picking the kitten by his scruff and placing him down on the branch. Crowfaces' narrowed gaze towards his son gave him a clear indication that the tom was not impressed. "I'm disappointed, you had it till the last jump."
"You were going too fast!" Ravenkit whined, ears flattening against his cranium as a pool of guilt formed in his stomach as he averted his emerald gaze to his paws. Crowface exhaled once more, ears flickering as he held in a breath as he spoke. "Life moves fast, little raven, you need to learn to pick up the pace if you want to survive."
"Uh, can we stop with the jumping for today? We've been doing this all day, and yesterday, and the day before yesterday!" Ravenkit pouted, his eyes narrowed to match his fathers, obviously irritated by the tom. Crowface stared at the kitten, gazing back at his viridescent orbs before exhaling with a soft smile. He leaned down, pressing his nose against his forehead. "Of course, but we must hunt. Are you ready today?"
Ravenkit, despite his aching limbs, nodding quickly at the fact. "Yeah! I almost caught a fox yesterday, it was so cool! I saw it and I jumped at it but it ran away! It was so scared."
Crowface made a surprised gasp, but as any guardian knew it was utterly and pathetically fake sounding, but to the kittens ears it sounded as real as it could ever sound. Crowface's smile grew. "Really?"
"Why would I lie? I'm super tough!" Crowface leaned forward as Ravenkit swatted at the air, the frigid winds blowing through their pelts as his father picked up the kitten by his scruff. Crowface escalated, paws covered in a thin layer of sap from the conifers as pine needles threaded through his pelt but seemed to disappear as he landed on his paws. Crowface set Ravenkit to the floor, ears flicked as he trotted forward through the shrouded forest as Ravenkit rambled out his morning. Crowface had to scout the area, leaving the kit alone and allowed him to explore the forest, although the topic of foxes was concerning he smelt no scent, fresh or faint, as the two trudged along the dirt pathway worn out by paw prints, pine needles, and pine cones. Over Ravenkits chatter, a faint clicking and rustle of shrubbery was heard just a few meters in front, a paw cupped Ravenkits mouth and the kittens blabbering came to a halt. "Hush now, Raven. Do you see that?"
"See-" Ravenkit stopped himself, the rustling becoming more obvious, the kitten crouched with a wary expression but still held a defensive stance. So he does understand, Crowface thought to himself with a soft smirk as he averted his gaze back to the bush. A tail pushed against Ravenkits chest, an indication to hold back, before Crowface unsheathed his unguis' and escalated towards his unknown adversary. A chant of caws seemed to emerge from the bush, the rustling continued for awhile before the sounds came to an abrupt halt.
Crowface exited the shrub, crimson laced around his muzzle as a plump raven was held between his jowls. Ravenkit beamed at the prey "Whoa!"
His father dropped the raven with a thud as his tail brushed over it. "I've caught mine, you must now catch yours. Not many felines will be so friendly as me. You must fend for yourself, Ravenkit."
Crowface held his head high, snout tiled to the canopy as he watched a single blue-jay glide over towards the ground. How convenient, Crowface narrowed his cobalt optics as he pressed a paw against Ravenkits back. "Steady, tail held low and your belly just above the floor. There you go."
He encouraged, Ravenkits pupils dilated as he stared intently at the blue-jay. His mind swirled with possible outcomes but his outlook stayed positive. "Hold. . . Hold it, wait for the perfect moment. . ."
Ravenkits tail flickered, biting his tongue as he stared. Crowface suddenly shouted as the blue-jays small frame turned, neck exposed to the open and feathers ruffled as it pecked the ground. "Now!"
The kitten unsheathed his tiny claws, propelling himself forward and into the blue-jay as the avian screeched and chirped, feathers flapping rapidly. Ravenkit sank his teeth into the blue-jays neck, twisting as feathers filled his mouth and scratched the roof of his mouth, claws piercing the birds muscles. A sickening snap had the bird limp on the floor, the chirping stopping and wings falling to the sides. Ravenkit spat a mouthful of feathers from his jowls and turned to his father, whom beamed at the kitten. "Well done, Ravenkit!"
"Thanks dad. . . Can we eat now?" The two snickered, Ravenkit hauled his first catch in his jowls as he trotted towards Crowface, almost tripping on it's wing. Ravenkit threw the blue-jay down, parting his jaws to take a bite but was once again stopped. His face held an expression of protest before his father began to speak. "Back in my tribe, it was a trophy to keep memory of a significant landmark on your person?"
"You were in a tribe?" Ravenkits head cocked to the side in curiosity as his eyes flashed with interest. Crowface nodded and smiled softly, ears falling to the side just the slightest. "Me and your mother lived happily there, until we wished for something more then caves and left together."
"What was she like?" The small kitten asked. "She was lovely, a kind and caring she-cat filled to the brim with determination and sarcasm. You remind me so much of her. . . She'd be proud of you, little raven."
Crowface shook from his day-dreaming, his sad smile replaced with a content one as he brushed his paw along his plump, ebony avian and picked a feather off. "Feathers, little raven, are a symbol of freedom and respect. It was common courtesy that every feline was presented with one on the day of their birth. . . You will be given a ravens feather, for your fierce nature and intellect." 
His father leaned forward, Ravenkits eyes followed his paw as he carefully tucked the feather behind his ear. The stem of the feather pinching the bottom of his ear before it slowly eased to something more comfortable, Ravenkits chest swelled with pride. Crowfaces' paw ran along his freshly caught blue-jay, plucking a feather that was a bit scratched and holding it out for him to see. "Your first catch was a success and in memory of your achievement you will receive the feather of a blue-jay, are loud and aggressive birds. . . Just like you."
"Hey!" Ravenkit hissed, the tom snickered mischievously. He reached behind him, tucking the feather next to his Raven one. It seemed to match his fathers, his large crow and finch feather peeking out at almost the same angel. Ravenkit purred. "Do I look good?"
"Of course. . ." Crowface encouraged, despite the feathers seeming too large for the small kittens head "You are now a true forest cat. May karma spare us today. . . Let us eat."
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==Chapter Two: A Fathers Wish==
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