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Post by silverfang on Apr 20, 2014 22:47:55 GMT -6
SILVERFANG I DO BELIEVE IN THE LIGHT
RAISE YOUR HANDS INTO THE SKY
THE FIGHT IS DONE, THE WAR IS WON
LIFE YOUR HANDS TOWARD THE SUN | Flurry of claws, and swiftness of fur. They moved so quick, the young ones, trying to be bold and brave, and it reminded him .. of himself. Such a elegant looking feline, and he even sat like one. But this male, was indeed, a fine asset to the clan. He watched over the Kits, and ensured everyone's safety. As a warrior would, to uphold their code, Silverfang, knew where his loyalties lay; here at HillClan. Every so often, one of the Kits would face him. They knew him of course, but there was one individual that even Silverfang could see great promise in. He was that of a relative, a long line descendant, and a very swift apprentice. Crowpaw.
Sighing deep, his chest fur briefly puffed until he resumed to his sleek figure once more. His tail tip every so often twitched, but what made Silverfang so noticable, were the brilliant sky blue eyes. Numerous times he had been complimented on their vibrancy, and the fact they seemed to dance with the very stars themselves. The only time he'd ever seen the sheen of his eyes, were in a reflection of water, and even then, he saw but dull shade, as if they were lifeless. Where they truly seeing this life in him? Or was it the fact.. he did not see it in himself? Again, Silver? So deep? Why so deep?
Shaking those thoughts off, he returned his attention to the younglings, watching them prance around, and swipe with paws, not claws. Training, becoming stronger and more understanding of their movements. His small muzzle formed a smile, and the fine silver tabby relaxed his posture, keeping his bright eyes mainly focused on Crowpaw. He was simply studying his movements, and wondering where his faults were, after all, Silverfang's capabilities in intelligence were by far astounding and unrealistic, but the logic he had learned, came from his Queen's side, and he was capable of picking out even the finest of details. For example, the way that Crowpaw's feet lifted too light, rendering him open for quick actions by the other sparrer. This, allowed Silverfang to provide pointers and assist partially in the learning of the Kits.
He was indeed, a Warrior, and his duties were to fight to protect and to defend, and uphold the rules, and provide his loyalty where it deemed important - which was, all the time, especially for him. And thinking over loyalty, his nostrils flared, able to pick up a familiar aroma, a stronger one, that was potent in leadership. Snowfire. Silverfang immediately stood, but he had not turned around to face his leader, instead, he kept his eyes on Crowpaw for a few more minutes until he glanced back, ensuring that his senses were correct. Well, as of the moment, Snowfire had not approached too closely, but the fine tuned cat was able to register his pace, his mood, and a few finer details just by listening, and smelling. And, heck, even feeling through the sands. Sometimes, Silverfang wondered if he was even real, with how well he managed to define things. But, it was just learning so advanced through his moons as a Kit to adult.
Smiling gently, he made sure to keep his posture submissive but at the same time stable for the Leader to read he was willing to listen, but also to show relaxation of the atmosphere around them. He did not speak, as of yet, for the Leader always spoke first. So, Silverfang waited patiently, glancing back out, to watch the Kits train and the waters ripple. | | TAG: snowfire || NOTES: I do this this opening was okay, I'm a little rusty. |
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Post by snowfire on Apr 21, 2014 9:19:25 GMT -6
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Post by silverfang on Apr 23, 2014 2:33:01 GMT -6
SILVERFANG I DO BELIEVE IN THE LIGHT
RAISE YOUR HANDS INTO THE SKY
THE FIGHT IS DONE, THE WAR IS WON
LIFE YOUR HANDS TOWARD THE SUN | With the two of them settled, side by side, it allowed everything about him, as a clan member, to relax, knowing there was nothing serious to attend to, but, rather, to enjoy the company of another, and to muster on life itself. "silverfang." The tone lifted into the air, and immediately, the intellectual cat began to muster things in his mind once more. As he always did, he always analysed things unnecessarily; like now for example. He was able to depict quite clearly, the comfort, the relaxation, and the mindset of the leader, and able to read just by listening, how he felt about the silver tabby Tom - personal opinions. These sort of things were hard to hide from Silverfang, especially when he was so good at being able to read under the covers into the deeper pages, buried in the centre of the book. Sometimes, this ability would come across as rather annoying, especially when the Tom would say them aloud or in inappropriate conversations.
Acknowledging Snowfire's words, the silver feline bowed his head to display respect."Snowfire, sir." Such a luke, warm, young voice, it boasted life and potential, and was downright charming to any ear. "what do you think of their skills? would they be ready for battle if it should come to it?" With ears perked and vibrant sky blue orbs studying the movements of the felines ahead, he took a moment to analyse some more until his head turned in the direction of the leader, catching those visionary green hues. "Though they show much determination, and promise in their actions and movements, I believe more training is required to understand deeper into the course of battle. - If, it were ever to come." The silver feline released a sigh, and his brain seemed to swirl with the knowing of future concepts. A fight were to occur, it was customary knowledge to the wise cat. Everything fought, with, or without reason. And sadly, as much to his and his clans debate, it would come. When? Even Silverfang, did not know the answer to that.
His expression showed but worry now, and even, minor fear, and coming from a cat as bold and brave as he, Silverfang represented his concern over his clan rather deeply. Snowfire allowed him in here, and provided great promise to him as a clan member. A chance to live life properly, to make something of himself. His Queen, always had said Silver was a vivid dreamer, one to go wherever his paws would take him and experience the challenges in life. And to him, well, HillClan was an almighty challenge, growing up, was also, a major part of that too. He shook his head partially now as he spoke out his opinion, but mostly, his words seemed to be directed at himself. "I dislike the concept of battle, a rather, illogical concept if I do say so myself - unless of course in self defence - especially when brains can come out more over brawn. But with the clans growing ever more, it is indeed inevitable. Sometimes, sir, I wonder, is the intelligence dithering? When fighting, is all we must do to amend ourselves?" Once again, Silverfang had spoken his mind, as, of course, he always had done. But this intelligence, is what made Silverfang so damn valuable. It was unlike a cat... to be so powerful, especially, in the way of words, not brawl.
"I do have to numerously remind myself, though, not everything, can be solved through voice." He chuckled a bit to himself, as if laughing at his own dreams. A young Kit came bounding over, showing a stern face - if you could call it such - and immediately stood before Silverfang, and Snowfire, bowing accordingly to their leader before their attention settled on Silverfang, and then, resumed off to their training, after their advisors calling. Taking in the warmth of this youths spirit and energy, the silver warrior resumed his attention to Snowfire. "They all show brilliant potential. Sir. But are not yet ready, to face the challenges of reality just yet." He reassured. Fantastic, Silverfang, rambling once more, and to the leader of all things. Sometimes, he pondered if Snowfire accepted his sophisticated rabbles. But from all the times he held up a conversation with him, the leader seemed to enjoy the variety and indifferences of the silver tabby. After all, change, is what makes things all the more, bearable. | | TAG: snowfire | NOTES: I rabble, oh my good lord. Also, SILVER, SERIOUSLY? He needs to control his intelligence, he's going to blow brains up! |
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"we are descendants of the wind. we are as swift, and as deadly as the wind - we will pick our enemies up; up root them and leave them barely grasping their holds. we will stir the water and blow away the shadows. we are the element of surprise."
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Post by snowfire on Apr 25, 2014 7:14:12 GMT -6
I TOOK THE LOW ROAD IN
1261, silverfang, words here
✗ words were never enough for the older of the two toms, not now and not ever - as snowfire strived on the mistakes overs made with the slip of their tongue under his cautious eyes. many could see when he did not wish to speak aloud, and some would even dare to ponder what would possibly be on the tom's mind. he wasn't intelligent - he knew this, he simply had his clever thoughts and witts to gather and move forward, and the only thing that had gotten him this far had been his patience and his careful and cautious paw steps. not many cats could match his patience, could sit in silence for as long as he had growing up; watching as his mother drove herself into her state of mindlessness - though he had been patient with her, he had learned from her the act of patience and gentle guidance, as that was how their numbers had grown from five family members to fifteen cats in total before his birth. green eyes watched softly as his clan mates swiped and used their own skills to each help better the other and a swell of pride burst in his chest. 'snowfire, sir.' whiskers twitching, the older tom's green eyes landed on the younger cat with interest. he had always been snow, the odd colored tom whose eyes had a eerie feeling to them if they had been set on another. but with an incline to the young tom; he almost muttered that he was in fact, no sir, he had never been and would never be. '"Though they show much determination, and promise in their actions and movements, I believe more training is required to understand deeper into the course of battle. - If, it were ever to come." with a raise of his brow the older tom nodded his head slowly. "if it were ever to come." snowfire meowed in agreement, a voice laced with such cautious that even he felt uneasy speaking it to the much younger tom - he did not need to be worried of the troubles the new clans faced.
✗ a young apprentice stepped forward the leash his claws against an older cat of hillclan and snowfire's eyes drifted off again. there was indeed a need for these cats to practice and even he would admit he had grown rusty. whiskers twitching with his face blank, he stared ahead - remembering how the day before the battle with treeclan at the border, he had cautioned his uncle that this was why windclan had fallen beside thunderclan - they were both two good for their own goods, they were hillclan now and they did not need to fight a pesky feud with these cats of the thunder. 'there yowls are more painful then their bites. they are the thunder and we are the wind.' with a raise of his nose to the sunny sky he wondered why he had not cautioned his uncle more, warned him that their would be trouble if he did this border fight and when his uncle had been carried back to camp; leg gone numb and unable to lead hillclan he had told snowfire that treeclan could not be trusted - no more then the cats of the creek. 'you must be patient, you will not act like your uncle, you must be patient snowfire. things will come to you in time.' he knew that his mind was sound; quite well so that he spent most of his days their sorting and resorting anything he needed to keep under lock and key. it was when the young warrior's voice drifted from ear to ear that he turned those large green eyes to the younger's vibrant blue. "I dislike the concept of battle, a rather, illogical concept if I do say so myself - unless of course in self defence - especially when brains can come out more over brawn. But with the clans growing ever more, it is indeed inevitable. Sometimes, sir, I wonder, is the intelligence dithering? When fighting, is all we must do to amend ourselves?" a smile edged it's way onto the corners of snowfire's lips. their was always a note of silverfang that brought an interesting twist to the conversations and as the older tom looked back to the cats he thought of what the tom said, put it into his own little mind's image and a very low chuckle escaped his throat - cold, but not as cold as usual.
✗ "we will not fight to amend ourselves, silverfang." he meowed firstly, whiskers twitching as his voice spoke hollow and cold. "war will not come, but should it befall us we will wait it out. if there is anything i can claim to have it is patience." he meowed with a sharpness, something that boiled deep in him. his uncle would demand he go to war with treeclan, but it was clear he had won his place upon the top of the clan - he ignored his uncle's words and chose his own course of action. 'i am the leader of the clan, not my uncle - advice as he pleases but i will rule.' his smirk curled dangerously upon his face as the younger tom spoke once more. "i do have to numerously remind myself, though, not everything, can be solved through voice." with his smirk growing a deeper he nodded with a sharp nod. it faded as a young apprentice came bounding over; and a bemused chuckle roared from snowfire as the young cat moved away again. "the voice is powerful, while not all battles can be won with it - the voice holds a certain... nature that will tell you anything." he meowed, watching as the cats toyed with each other and only raising a brow when he witness a warrior slam and apprentice to the ground. his cats would do fine in a battle; but he did not want it to come to this - no, he would rather they wait with him; exhaust the enemy before attacking. a cat who waits until the last moment, can strike the most terrifying blows. "they all show brilliant potential, sir. but are not yet ready, to face the challenges of reality just yet." this brought snowfire's eyes to the younger tom - a note of curiosity lost in those green eyes of his. 'when one has lived longer then thirty moon turns you will see that reality is the harsh lies to the truth of the dead. their cold reality will come, but i can shelter them for now.' with a raised brow he looked off again.
✗ "potential, i need success." he meowed firstly, tail flickering behind him, ears erect and alert. "my uncle, our former leader, brought the weight of an impending tension with treeclan upon my shoulders." he meowed cautiously; eyes flickering the clearing and his once relax posture grew rigid with a panic that the cats around him would spill their secrets. "come, let us leave them to train - i do believe i am throwing a few off." his eyes catching the wary look from one of the younger apprentices and rising to his paws, the orange and white tom moved made to travel the sandy beach west; to circle around and watch from across the water. "reality will come for them - this life is a lie, only in death will we see the truth." he meowed more to himself then silverfang.
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Post by silverfang on Apr 28, 2014 6:25:56 GMT -6
SILVERFANG I DO BELIEVE IN THE LIGHT
RAISE YOUR HANDS INTO THE SKY
THE FIGHT IS DONE, THE WAR IS WON
LIFE YOUR HANDS TOWARD THE SUN | "if it were ever to come."Deep breaths Silver, remember what your Pa told you. If you kept thinking so deeply all the time, you're going to scar not only your own brain, but everyone else' around you. With the rate his mentality was buzzing, he would soon spiral downward, that, was an inevitable fate, and even he knew, his own future ahead of himself, was not going to be easy. So why ponder over the state of the clans? Well, for one, it was curiosity, and two, despite him being so young, Silverfang held much care and concern for those in it. "we will not fight to amend ourselves, silverfang." Listening intently, he did not allow his mind to wander now, the leader, was speaking. "war will not come, but should it befall us we will wait it out. if there is anything i can claim to have it is patience." Showing his understanding, the Tom nodded, bowing his head a little lower in respect of his words. As the leader, he knew the best for his clan; and this silver youngen, need not question so much about its future prospects. He did not wish to cause more worry, especially on Snowfire.
"the voice is powerful, while not all battles can be won with it - the voice holds a certain... nature that will tell you anything." Indeed it did. Just by the way things were spoken aloud, and the words used, could make a massive impact on a conversation, and especially in a serious debate regarding the lives of cats. Numerous times, Silverfang would envision the scenario when the clans would clash, and instead of a flurry of claws and blood, instead, there were voices, so loud the heavens could hear, speaking power and heart and life. Even now, as he sat here, the visions of the battle furled before his tinted hues of sky, the apprentices that trained before him morphed into blood and bone, and he momentarily, could not decipher reality. "potential, i need success." Immediately, he shook his head, blinking a few times. If it were not for Snowfire's soft hum in his voice, he would have once more, been lost to the power of his brain. Was he sick? He questioned that too. Maybe, that was a part of his illness? Over-stimulating his brain? 'Now is not the time, Silver'.
"my uncle, our former leader, brought the weight of an impending tension with treeclan upon my shoulders." Nodding, he glanced to his leader, briefly watching the trainees from the corner of his sharp vision until he sensed the change in atmosphere around his companion. It was piercing, capable of causing even oneself to question their purpose in life; and it struck Silver well enough to cause his fur to prickle. And that vocal meow, led Silverfang to lean aside somewhat, as if physically providing Snowfire space would cure it. "come, let us leave them to train - i do believe i am throwing a few off." Just by his very presence, he was capable of setting a very stirred pace about him. So, with that, Snowfire had stood. For a brief moment or so, Silverfang remained, but, not wanting to keep his leader waiting on him, he too rose to his snowy paws, and followed suit, keeping at a steady pace beyond his leader's rump. "reality will come for them - this life is a lie, only in death will we see the truth." Those words sunk deep into that intellectual skull of his, and it had the cat, once more, watching the earth beneath his paws. The granules overlapping his furred toes before they dispersed.
'What lies behind you, and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison, to what lies inside of you.' He remembered those words, rich from his father's lips. And in reflecting on them, he had not registered he had arrived in the newer location to watch over the trainees. Settling down, he glanced to his leader once more before back to them on the shores, and once more, the envisions of the sands manipulated under his eyes. The waters, turned to crimson of thickness, and swallowing nervously, he had to shake his head once more to register reality. "Snowfire." Breathing heavy somewhat, he had to compose himself. "I witness the unseen. Blood and fire. Bone and ice. In my sleep dreams, and wake dreams." Calming himself, he asked of his leader, seeking advice, be it for his own mentalities sake. "Are these visions of aid? Or of fault? Is it a gift, of which I should not fear?" He queried, nervously turning away. "Or.. is it fear itself, fueling them?" He was not one to show his fears openly, but, these visions could be of major importance. Or.. a severe sickness. But he'd witnessed so many ... and he did ponder, if they ever where to come true, would it be his wrongdoing? | | TAG: snowfire || NOTES: He may be a little... mentally unstable, but these visions, they could mean something. ;3; |
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Post by snowfire on May 9, 2014 9:20:53 GMT -6
i'll never wear you're broken crownhe remembered much of his childhood; being a cautious cat at birth he had been a different sort of odd-ball then his curious brother gecko. the two balanced each other out - and where snowfire would not go as far as to call himself paranoidid, he could say something for others and as he spoke to the younger tom he regarded his lowered head and it pained him to see how cats he had been considered equals with no bowed themselves in respect to him. he was their leader; yes, but that did not deny that he was still a cat below it all. he was rambling, something he did often when his own brain over functioned and he had not one to speak of all the changes too. his uncle was not someone he talked to - no hill had, had his time and snowfire needed to break free of the founder to prove himself as a leader and as a cat in general. when from the corner of his eye he spotted the younger tom move from him, he felt guilt rise in the back of his throat but he pushed it away and made for silverfang to follow him. the tom whose brain and had been one of the reasons he had strived to get the tom to join hillclan instead of any other clan.
he didn't need fighters, he needed thinkers and with thoughts he could control and act from his own personal place in the forest. from their walk he spoke of reality, and he personally have many troubling thoughts on the waking world - though now too his dreams were pledged with nightmares of crying cats and in the middle he could not do anything but run; his own white and orange fur stained red with blood; and should he cast a look over his shoulder all that would appear would be the claws of a flying creature with wings as bright as the shinning sun. 'snowfire.' he shook from his reminder of the dream that had casted it's memory once again upon his face, upon his thoughts and face and with eyes turning to look at the tom with slight worry edged onto his cautious features he took not of the heavy meow of his name. i witness the unseen. blood and fire. bone and ice. in my sleep dreams, and wake dreams.' something burned in his gut, something rather protective of the young tom stirred, and it shown behind his cautious eyes some small that not many could see it. are these visions of aid? or of fault? is it a gift, of which i should not fear?" snowfire turned his face from the tom, whose nervous glancing brought ill wishes upon snowfire's chest.
or... is it fear itself, fueling them? what could an answer be to settle the tom. legends of old spoke of a cat kissed by fire who could dream of the cats with stars in their pelt - but snowfire had never thought of them - he had certainly been kissed by fire with his orange pelt harsh against a outstanding white. like lava against ice, where the only thing that emerging from this sight would be his unusually eerie green eyes. eyes that belonged to his kin and his kin alone. "of blood and fire, bone and ice." he meowed, where he had thought his voice would shake - it held nothing more then a calm, determined tone - one that even shocked himself into thinking he was beyond to calm for this. he should be cautious, frightful - what if the starry cats the mother of healing, smoke spoke of were trying to speak with hillclan thorough silverafang? but that idea froze him inside and out; it would not do so - starclan had died moons and moons ago; long before the cats of the old clans had fallen. it would not do well to let this all fall to pieces.
"dreams, my dear silverfang, are dreams. they rattle our bones and make reality and dream blur until we are unable to see the fine line of either." he spoke, one dibbed in what one would call wisdom. like he had experienced himself the tortures of the sleeping dreams. "but you are not dreaming, you are pledged with nightmares that are haunting not just you within our clan, but myself in truth." he meowed in a blunt honest, his body displaying a cautious and wary approach as he turned those eerie green eyes to the younger tom; a look that told not to speak of this to no one else. "of cats yowling in the dark, and of the sun transforming into a giant bird with talons as large as a cat. it comes for me - night after night, but it is only my imagination that drives it to the size it is." he meowed before looking away again, eyes catching how one apprentice flopped onto his back. the bird that pledged his nightmares was no bigger then him, a owl that had tried to swoop in on him when he had been but a kitten. but to him it pledged their small cluster of cats for a moon; hunting them at night, and only disappearing in the light of day.
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Post by silverfang on May 24, 2014 18:28:22 GMT -6
SILVERFANG I DO BELIEVE IN THE LIGHT
RAISE YOUR HANDS INTO THE SKY
THE FIGHT IS DONE, THE WAR IS WON
LIFE YOUR HANDS TOWARD THE SUN | Was it fear itself he was afraid of? Or his own mentality? The intellectual flurry that streamed through his soul and veins? Even now, as, he sat beside the calm that was his leader, the silver tabby emitted an aura of tension and strain, it seemed, he was in some kind of pain, that no other would feel nor embrace unless they truly knew inside the tom's head. And so far, the only one powerful enough to be so, was Snowfire. "of blood and fire, bone and ice." Even repeating them upon his leaders tongue had the cat momentarily curl his claws, feeling the soil grit beneath them. Was he sick? No. He did not feel sick. Even Snowfire had reassure him of that. But why, why did he feel so unwell? Something, was certainly not right, it was askew, and even the earth around him appeared to topple upside down, leaving only the felines gripped with determination of iron claws. Those powerful blue sky eyes widened, the vision before him all so vivid leaving him lost once more in his brain. Luckily though, each time Snowfire spoke, it reassured him back to reality, and for this, he was extremely thankful for.
"dreams, my dear silverfang, are dreams. they rattle our bones and make reality and dream blur until we are unable to see the fine line of either." He still did not even know if these were mind dreams. What if they were the future? Riddles he had to solve on his own? But even so, Snowfire made sense. It was a matter of deciphering reality from dream, and deciding what one you accepted as the undeniable truth. "but you are not dreaming, you are pledged with nightmares that are haunting not just you within our clan, but myself in truth." Did he say 'within himself'? Lowering his head, the silver tabby's ears, splayed, and those bright illuminating eyes dimmed in life and spark. "But Sir. These nightmares, it is surely illogical for them to predict what is to come? Yet... is it a pathway of which only I can lead myself down to prevent them from adhering to reality?" Of course it is Silverfang, why are you questioning yourself? Then again, the reassurance of his leader was all he desired. Yet, when Snowfire turned to face him, those piercing eyes allowed Silverfang to relax, and he understood. Secrecy.
"of cats yowling in the dark, and of the sun transforming into a giant bird with talons as large as a cat. it comes for me - night after night, but it is only my imagination that drives it to the size it is." As said, Snowfire, is in control, is in power to maintain his night dreams. But such a dream he endured? Was he not sure, this too, was a vision? Immediately, Silverfang began to analyse it, glancing away again to think intensely upon it's power and control. And, after several moments of silence, he spoke out quietly. "It appears upon driven by curiosity, fear is but a figment." Of course, Silver was mumbling to himself somewhat, speaking a faster pace than usual. "Maybe.. just maybe it hosts a resemblance of what is to come. Unexpected, nothing of which we can prepare for. Could it be with war? A power even we as cats, can't control?" Glancing back to his leader, Silver's face seemed to be void of all reality. His eyes, were wide, and his limbs, were partially quivering. Claws, dug within the soils beneath them and he was entirely tense. As if struck by fear. It was another vision.
The darkness that loomed behind his leader was overwhelming, and the entire scenario of the shore, disappeared, leaving just him, and his leader. Standing immediately, the tom stepped back. A single, lone feather, black and rich as the night itself, floated down, gracefully flurrying until it landed right before the toms paws. "Of night and of iron." His voice low for a brief moment until those eyes rose to settle upon a sprawling bird, wings as far as the eyes could see. "Of night and of iron." He repeated, a little louder this time. "Of night, and of iron." His shaking intensified, until the silver tabby had stiffened, standing only but a few paces away from his leader, staring aimlessly upon him. He was locked, in a trance, as if doomed to never leave it. Silverfangs mind, was lost, gone within the pastures of dreams. | | TAG: snowfire || NOTES: Poor Silver bub. :c |
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