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oh silly little she-cat, you are mine.
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"all i ask is that; when i say run - you run. you don't stay and help you get the hell outta here and you don't look back. not now, not ever. promise me."
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Post by wren on May 22, 2014 14:58:57 GMT -6
you left me here like a c h a l k outlinethe sun was not in the sky that day.
imagine this, a scene is built before you - where dark stormy clouds as black as night lay above - hardly a light to be seen, an omen to some and yet to the shadows that lingered it was coverage. trees were casted in the distance, something far from the dark waters that lay to rest just a few moments ahead. for there was something of a feline standing in the distance, fur as dark as the sky itself and beside said feline - a shadow twice as large, hovering over the smaller, fur a mixture of light and dark, where grey met solid black. for there were two cats, eyes as different as the sky and the earth - for the black was green and the grey was yellow. with them came an air of something different, and for that we force not on the little female, but the older tom whose muzzle was scared with fresh claw marks.
the male feline was known simply as wren, a tom whose line could be traced back to a clan of the past; windclan. he was a odd tom, a cat whose personality wrapped around certain cats and held on like a tightening blow. hold onto the little bird, to tight and you may kill it, but hold it to gentle and it'll fly away. so he had been a tom of few words once more, gentle with his eyes and body, but harsh in the night when he thought the female was not watching. for his ways were stuck into his very soul, like tar clinging to that of it's victim - this gentle nature was hard to find within his soul, hard and long since lost beginning to unfold. we are almost there, starling. we are almost to our new home. it wasn't hard to understand; having come the night before to watch this clan from afar.
needless to say he had returned on his way back to starling and their den to find a rogue feline sniffing off in the distance with the small pile of prey he had managed to gather in the two days they'd been there. he could remember how the cat had attacked him after he had threaten the cat's life and when the two had parted ways; the other cat bleeding, but with his prey and his pride - wren had laid beneath the stars, wishing for a moment to prove he was capable to defend not only himself but the she-cat he had grown fond of in the last couple of moons. in truth they had been traveling four days before they picked up the trail and now - a fortnight later, they were within sight of the border. he could smell the scent markers, see the crushed grass and even hear the missing sound of prey from here. but the water glittered on beside them - it's dark depths a mystery.
a storm was following them, but they had found a home.
with eyes of liquid fire, the grey tabby lifted his muzzle to the sky with a look of utter determination and distaste. "i swore they patrol here every couple of sun shifts." he meowed, more to himself then to the young she-cat at his side. but as he stared up and out into the open fields he could see the distant figure of a cat. that must be one of this hillclan cats. turning to look down at the female who had been his companion since near birth, he brushed his tail along side her flank before lifting his maw to call out a greeting. 'young warrior, we wish to seek your console." turn his head back to the she-cat beside him he nudged her gently, trying to calm himself more then to offer her comfort. he was the one who would have to swindle their way into this clan - to lie and be dishonest to gain them both a part.
but for her, he'd do anything. 0678, starling, rabbitwind
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how long have I been in this storm? so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
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NOTHING YET.
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Post by starling on May 22, 2014 15:57:14 GMT -6
there is nothing left of you, i can see it in your eyes, sing the anthem of the angels.
darkness would practically swallow the land and those it held on this day. the clouds above swirled with danger and an occasional flash of light in the distance marked the tremors that would find their way here soon enough. the thunder did not follow - much to far to be heard but quickly approaching as the swirling wisps danced above the tree tops. the clearing was large - much more than a clearing really. a moorland, filled with small hills, grass, and shrubbery. to many a cat in this clan of the hills, it was home. maybe one day it would be their home as well.
the paw steps were practically in unison - a surprising thing for a cat that was nearly half the size of her companion. but in their long moons of traveling starling had learned to keep pace with her guardian or otherwise feared being left behind. today was no different. the scent of strange cats wafted through her nostrils and her nose wrinkled in distaste but she did not speak. well more, could not speak. from birth the kit had been silent, never uttering a sound beside pathetic gurgles and coos that had from the attempted wails of fear at birth. mint had feared the worst for her daughter but wren had assured the fem that they would be all right - that starling would be all right.
the air was still - no wind carried them forward or attempted to stop them in their path. it was empty, the world musty and nearly dead with the lack of wind. no prey could be heard or scented and it would appear that spare the two felines that approached the border of the hills that they were the only life to be found. or at least that was what starlign was beginning to think until wren called out.
the sudden interference with the dead silence left her ears ringing and she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye but did not allow the gaze to linger long. for not more than a few seconds afterward she spotted the creature that had been addressed. a massive head nudged her gently as if to reassure her but the new cat had almost clearly set a fear into the heart of the sable pelt that stood beside it's protector. orbs were larger than normal, perfectly rounded and staring toward the cat that had been spotted but instead of following along with wren, the fem just stared. terror ridden.
this has to work.
as if remembering what she were here for the paws carried her gracelessly behind wren. though the cat did not attempt to make herself acknowledged in any way. her body marked no sign of scarring and really no evidence of a real fight. her muzzle was untouched, face untouched, no piece of skin was out of place or miscolored with scar tissue. she was a bae in the world of fighting and a bae she would likely remain. fighting had never been something she was good at. but whatever it would take to be with wren she would do. she would have to do.
so they waited for the new cat, her smaller body half hidden behind his as she peered out around the older tabby tom. and she stared at the approaching cat. this has to work.
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you can't take me and throw me away
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HILLCLAN
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Post by rabbitwind on May 22, 2014 16:25:53 GMT -6
Rabbitwind had been standing idly, not paying much attention to anything. The slim warrior had gone for a run and ended up in the same place he always did - the open moors. The warrior sighed as he looked out into the territory. It was such a wide and open place. Moments later, there was a noise. No, a voice. Someone unfamiliar. Loners.
In one swift motion, Rabbitwind spun around and unsheathed his small claws. He was greeted by two loners, who didn't seem to look related or anything. One was a rather beautiful she-cat, while the other was a tom. Rabbitwind didn't know what to do. He hadn't dealt with things like this before.. It was unusual to him. His green yellow eyes flicked between the two. Tom. She-cat. Tom. She-cat. Honestly, they seemed like an odd couple. Rabbitwind was quite convinced he could take them on if need be.. But he felt as if they wouldn't try anything like that. He was still having a hard time adapting to the clan lifestyle. Was he supposed to be mad that they were here? Or was he supposed to welcome them with open paws? Shrugging, he decided to do neither.
The slim warrior dipped his head lightly, first to the she-cat and then to the tom. "Greetings, loners. This is Hillclan territory, and I am Rabbitwind" he felt odd talking so serious, he wasn't used to it. But he had to make a good impression. Well, not exactly good. But a powerful one. One that would make them think he was stronger than he really was. Despite that, his facial expression stayed relatively calm. He exchanged glances between the two again, not sure if one of them would make a move or something. He was unsure. Things would be so much simpler if Ashenflight was here to help him. His brother always seemed to know what to do, even in the worst situations. Although lately they hadn't been exactly friendly, it'd still be nice to have him here.
Rabbitwind didn't know what to say next. Should he bring them back to camp? Should he chase them away? He did neither. Instead, he asked them one simple, straight forward question. "So.. What can I do for you?" | |
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Post by jaystrike on May 24, 2014 19:45:53 GMT -6
It was early noon, and the deputy was already up to his ear-tufts in work. Well, a cat with nothing to do was quite a useless one, so Jaystrike wasn't complaining. He was just exhausted. It took a lot of fuel to keep his large body going, and he'd neglected to eat breakfast. Hopefully Sungust didn't catch wind of that; the tom was always dogging Jaystrike to keep his health in the utmost shape. For the most part, the deputy kept at it well, but he did tend to neglect it when he busied himself with things.
At nearly noon was when the fluffy cat finally decided to catch a bite to eat - literally- because of the almost unignorable snarls of his stomach. They were almost as bad as his friend and ex-lover nagging in his ear about it, so he handed his duties to his other close friend, Hemlockshade and left camp. He felt bad for shoving his busy schedule on one of his best friends, but Hemlockshade was capable and trustworthy. He would neither neglect nor complain of his given tasks.
With quick strides, Jaystrike hurried into the moors. It took him just about an hour to finally stumble upon a plump sparrow and catch it. Just as he was carrying it triumphantly to a place he could eat near camp, a storm began to brood. It seemed like a sudden occurrence that dark clouds, pregnant with water began to loom over the moors. Lightning ripped through them, no thunder roaring. Rain did not fall, and it was as if the spirits of the sky were screaming silently, refusing to let their cries be heard or their tears to leak.
What in the fluff is with this storm? Soundless and waterless? I've not seen such a thing before. Perhaps the spirits have been kind and delayed it so my quarry won't be soaked.
Glancing around to see if there were any other cats in the moor, Jaystrike's eyes lit with pure curiosity when his glance landed on two unfamiliar figures. Hurrying himself, the massive deputy came crashing into the scene. He paid no attention to how he may look, for he was quite interested in the reason the pair had come to the hills. There had been no thought that the stomping and intense glare of strange interest would frighten either of the newcomers, as his joy and wonder were overwhelming.
Coming to a stop next to his Clanmate, Rabbitwind, Jaystrike dropped the bird from his powerful jaws and let a slow grin take over his lips.
"I am Jaystrike, this Clan's deputy. If my comrade has not already asked, what is your business here?"
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