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Post by NICKLE on Aug 28, 2012 23:45:54 GMT 4
Many expected his face to appear in the dead of the night, in a nightmare that threaten to pledge the dreams of kits. His monstrous body, his deep tone - although not scary could easily become silver and trick the kits. But that was not the feline in this picture. Many would suspect the tom to lash out, and have many vanish should they come across him. The pitiful tom who lost his true love - the only one who still pinned after her even in death. His heart ached.
Stormeyes closed his eyes, paws holding the fish on the ground and slowly the claws sank, anger and pain coursing through his veins. Her blue eyes haunting his memory and he felt the thick liquid from the fish lash at his claws and he blinked away those memories, looking down at the ruin fish he had caught. He sighed, body tense as he dug a hole and placed the fish there. Best to forget about that piece of prey, it was ruin beyond belief. Looking to the sky he shivered and trotted off.
Paws graced the ground lightly, well as lightly this monstrous cat could pad. His teeth flashed as the mouse raced pasted him. He stopped then, ears perked and his body shivered slightly as the distant sound of the river flowing changed his path. His paws carried him that way - he was excited about it - the river would calm him and as he padded, his body shivered once more. Moments later, the river came into few and his eyes widen, the storm of emotions filtered into his eyes and he watched it.
"Are you happy Ivypatch?! Look what you've done."
His body shook now, he mourned silently, head bowed and anger coursing through his body. Only after a few moments did he calm himself down enough to stare into the river. The reflection of a black and white tom shown - but the eyes, his eyes were cold. They held no mercy and he felt cold inside. He shivered, a non-ending leaf-bare going on within him.
'Why must I be so alone.'
He pondered.
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Post by Skye on Aug 29, 2012 0:05:18 GMT 4
Small brown paws splashed into the shallow waters of the cold babbling river. She wasn't allowed out of camp often and when did manage to sneak off the joys she had were almost worth the punishments. Just as she was about to run across a shallow portion of the wonderful water, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her green eyes looked up and she saw the older warrior standing there. He looks so sad....
The brown she-cat tilted her head to the side and just looked at the older black and white tom. She hadn't been around when he was an apprentice. However, she had heard the stories from the older warriors just like everyone else had that he was a monster. Granted the senior warrior was bigger than most. How was he a monster?
Being indifferent about most situations, the happy-go lucky she-cat despite her health problems decided to befriend him. She didn't care if she was mocked by the warriors for it. She just wanted a friend. Since there were only two or three other apprentices in the den and they were always training, it would be nice to have a cat who was around more often than most.
The padded slowly in caustiously across the shallow moving water that way she didn't splash him. She knew how irritated cats could get with apprentices, and that was a bad way to start. "When I feel troubled, I always go into the shallow water and let the cooling sensations run over my paws...I feel like the water takes my worries away and sends them down the river, never to be seen or heard of again." She mewed. She didn't make eye contact with him. Instead she just watched as small minnows, dirt, and rocks moved down stream.
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Post by NICKLE on Aug 29, 2012 0:45:15 GMT 4
When I feel troubled, I always go into the shallow water and let the cooling sensations run over my paws... I feel like the water takes my worries away and sends them down the river, never to be seen or heard of again."
His ears perked again, and his eyes lifted as his head tilted up. Maw parted to speak harsh words - stopped suddenly at the cat before him. He knew her, her scent coated the Medicine Cat's den, and the camp for frequently then it did the territory. His muscles tenses, his cold eyes turning to the she-cat and he felt his colder side edging closer, but his maw would not let the cold harsh words slip though instead he pondered them. He felt sorrow for the small she-cat unable to reach elder-hood, to train longer and possibly die training. He stared, and stare he did before his jaws un-tensed and his lips parted to form words.
"As does many. But my problems are as stuck to me as my skin is to my bones."
His deep silky voice rippled from his voice, those cold merciless eyes narrowing to the wise speaking she-apprentice. He had heard words similar from Ivypatch when they were apprentices - lost in their adventures and their friendship - only bothered by Darknose and his bulling antistatic, how he still could not forgive his brother. He felt his insides turn angrily and he stood on his paws now, towering over the apprentice and a shiver passed through his body. His eyes following the she-cats to the river, watching the life in the stream flow down it's current.
"Should you not be in camp?
His voice hitched slightly, looking over the she-cat with curious eyes. The silent worry behind them shown silently. His maw parted to taste the air. It could be bad if anything stumbled across them, and he would not put it past Starclan to do such and make him feel worst for letting this she-cat dying to. She was hardly a warrior, she was sickly and he was not forcing her back to camp - oh no, letting her run free sounded much more fun. His pearly white teeth flashed as his eyes drifted past the stream to where camp lay, many, many, many paw-steps away. Shaking his head he shivered slightly and padded into the stream. He pondered what to do.
'Should I take her back to camp? Or let her stay with me as I finish my hunting.'
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Post by Skye on Aug 29, 2012 1:23:39 GMT 4
Mosspaw's gaze shifted eastward when he asked about her having to go back to camp, or matter of factly, whether or not she should be there. Mosspaw knew for a fact she should be there, but it doesn't mean she would stay there willingly. She flicked her ears and muttered a few things to herself before gathering the words she decided best fit the situation.
"Should I be there? Probably the safest thing for me, but I like to enjoy the little things in life, so getting in trouble is worth it knowing that I got to enjoy myself for just a few moments." her tone went from enjoyment to pure seriousness. It didn't happen often since Mosspaw was normally incredibly peppy, but after seeing the slight angry in his eyes shift to sorry or sympathy even the slightest bit, dampened her own mood.
Her problems stuck to her bones too, at least he wasn't told that StarClan was already preparing a nest for him. She was told, but it didn't scare her. She was nearly excited to meet all the cats from each clan. It must have been nice being able to live as one.
"My problems are too, but I like to hope sometimes that it will change. Haven't been in the clear yet." She lifted her nose to take in the scent of RiverClan's territory. It was almost like this was her first time out of camp. It thrilled her to the core and she almost wanted to explore some more.
"Do you have hope Stormeyes...that maybe things will change?" Mosspaw asked. He was a warrior that had a couple seasons under his paws. She didn't know what life was like before she was born, were things better already? did he think they would get better? It was all a bunch of questions that the younger apprentice was just itching to have answered.
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Post by NICKLE on Aug 29, 2012 17:49:05 GMT 4
"Should I be there? Probably the safest thing for me, but I like to enjoy the little things in life, so getting in trouble is worth it knowing that I got to enjoy myself for just a few moments."
'The mischievous playing of being an apprentice, how I long for that Ivypatch. It was just you and me against the world.'
He knew her reasons were justified to her, and he didn't speak on it. Every cat only had one life (unless you where a leader, then the extra eight were added) and he did not wish to see any harm come to any cat - other then those he openly hated and wished death. His ears flatten against his head slightly in annoyance to the world and then his eyes narrowed, jaws parted tasting the air and allowing the smell of prey and clan mates tingle on his parted jaws.
"My problems are too, but I like to hope sometimes that it will change. Haven't been in the clear yet."
His body stiffen, his angered face dropped any emotion again and he turned blank face to the she-cat. He knew, the clan knew, she was a ticking time-bomb. A cat on the thin-line between the mortal world and the world of the dead. His tense face fell and he awkwardly placed a tail on her shoulder - an act he never did in front of cats, never once did he show sympathy, or concern for another and yet here he was. He knew what it was like - to be different, but not in her sense. Not always knowing that Starclan was calling you - but in the to large to be a true Riverclan cat kinda way.
"Do you have hope Stormeyes...that maybe things will change?"
Did he have hope? No, hope had been lost many moons ago when he shut himself away from the world and hide in his own little world while the shell of protection lashed out at anyone who hurt him. He was a heartless man at those times. Did he believe things changed? Of course, for the worst mostly, but maybe ...
"Change... comes with pain."
His voice hitched in pain and sorrow, but was serious. His maw parted as he played over an answer that would better suit her. He shook his head and he lowered his head, that tail resting on the she-cat's shoulder vanished as he hung his head again, he refused to mourn her while in the present of Mosspaw. How dare the apprentice mention change - change so heart-wrenching it drained him to even think of it. He swallowed.
"I used to believe that we can change things to better are destiny, Starclan plays no role in that, they can only guide, it is our choice to step off a given path and change our lives."
'Until my own brothers turned the kits against me and called me a monster. Until they started picking on my only friend. Until my brother stole Ivypatch. Until I attacked my brother in anger. Until I saw my niece staring back at me like the spitting image of her mother.'
All the times he had given up on his own life. But he tilted his head slightly - stilled bowed, but his eyes looking at the she-cat, stormy eyes, a storm of emotions fluttering around and he could not pinpoint an emotion that was riding a little higher then the other. No he felt pain, but he also felt relief. Relief. He shivered to himself, and tightly pulled his fluffy tail around his paws shivering once more. He parted his jaws and softly whispered,
"I can take you for a walk Mosspaw, since you are already out of camp. This way you won't get in as much trouble."
He let a small smile escape his cold mask, if she could be so positive so close to death, he could at least attempt to be a bit more happy. He had lost Ivypatch many, many, many moons ago, and lost her in more then one way many moons later. He shivered again before climbing to those monstrous paws and shook his pelt his eyes still storming, but his face hurting from the lack of a smile in ages.
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Post by Skye on Aug 30, 2012 3:52:48 GMT 4
The brown she-cat got excited when she saw a small smile form on his muzzle. It seemed like the tom hadn't smiled in ages. It was almost amusing to her to see someone who even the oldest of warriors called strange act the way he did. She honestly didn't mind. The apprentice swiftly, but of course gently as to not splash the tom padded to the land."A walk...sounds nice." she mewed. It was often warriors would spend time with her. Not being a ticking time bomb.
"I don't want to have to tell you this Mosspaw, but you're just so sick...I don't see you living past 30 moons...and you could never be a queen. That would be too much on you're sick little heart."Pebbleshine mewed as she nosed the small bump on Mosspaws chest.
The brown she-cat just frowned. She wanted to have kits. She looked at her paws. She wanted to fall in love."That's not fair Pebbleshine...why did you let me live as a kit...if you knew his was how life would be...."
Mosspaw sat up straighter as she recalled the most hurtful words she had ever said to anyone. To the medicine cat to say the least. However she didn't let that stop her from doing the things she loved best. She ran forward and through the reeds circling around. She came back a second later panting, but her eyes glowed radiantly."Stormeyes you are such a slowpoke! Come on! Oh oh oh can we go to the lake?"
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