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Post by GYPSYLEAF on May 2, 2014 21:49:24 GMT -6
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Post by grayscar on May 2, 2014 22:40:18 GMT -6
A gray tom moved through the trees his eyes fixed on a mouse that was nibbling on a seed right below a tree, the mouse was seemingly unaware of the hunter. The tom's amber eyes narrowed and he wiggled his haunches preparing himself to leap at the defenseless creature. He pushed down hard on his hind paws sending himself flying through the air and towards the mouse, suddenly a memory of him standing over his fathers motionless body made him land short. The mouse alarmed scurried off diving under the roots of a tree. The tom let out a hiss of frustration knowing he would never be able to force his way under the roots of a tree, not with his large size. 'I've never been a good hunter, and now my memories are making hunting pretty much impossible. Why does this keep happening to me?' he asked himself lashing his tail back and forth. The tom gave up on the mouse and backed away wondering if he would be able to find any more prey. 'Maybe I'll be able to find a squirrel, after all I'm kind of good at catching squirrels, probably because it is easier to hunt in the trees than it is to hunt on the ground,' he thought with a shake of his head and let out a sigh. While he thought of what else to do, he began to groom his fur, his mind racing. 'Maybe, I could just scout around the territory,' he thought wincing at the thought and then began to scent the air.
When Grayscar scented the air he caught the scent of a cat he didn't know, not that he really knew any of his clan mates, but from the scent of this cat he knew that she wasn't apart of his clan. The gray scar-covered tom narrowed his eyes wondering what a loner was doing on Treeclan territory. 'Guess there is only one way to find out,' he thought stretching his muscles rippling under his pelt as he stretched out each leg in turn. Once he was done stretched he tasting the air again, drawing in the scent of the unknown cat, before following the scent trail. He had only been here a moon and hadn't really been out in the territory since he had first joined Treeclan due to the fact that he had kind of been in bad shape. Being newer to the clan, and the fact he hadn't really been out of camp since joining, he really didn't know his way around the territory. He had just gotten tired of being a burden to the clan so he had decided to try and do a little hunting for the clan to pay them back for their kindness. If it hadn't been for Treeclan, he was sure that he wouldn't even be here today. Before he had ran into Treeclan he had been ready to give up on his life, he had killed his father, and the only cat who had ever showed him kindness had died. Then he had met Treeclan and he had realized, that hope was still out there and that it wasn't over yet for him.
The tom ended up following the scent of the unknown cat to a place he had yet to discover in his new home, of course he looked around remembering his clan mates telling him about this place. 'Hmmm....so this is the Golden Hollow where warriors train their apprentices,' he thought. The thought of showing an apprentice how to fight made the fur along his spine rise and he dug his claws into the ground, gritting his teeth. "I can't teach an apprentice how to fight, but what else can I do?' he asked himself sheathing his claws blinking rapidly. He looked down into the hollow into he spotted the cat he had tracked down, taking in the color of her fur. He noticed that he fur was a smokey gray, and that she seemed to be searching for something. He wondering what a loner could possibly want in their territory. 'Is she stealing prey?' he asked himself his gaze still fixed on her, he had yet to realize that he was upwind so the cat below him probably wouldn't even be able to smell him. He was curious to what she was doing, if she was looking for prey this wasn't really the place to look for it.
Once again the tom open his jaws drawing in the scents around him, picking up the scent of many fresh growing things that he presumed to be herbs, or flowers. The tom shook his head to clear his thoughts and took a deep breath before descending down into the hollow. Once in the hollow he cleared his throat getting ready to speak to this cat even though he had never, really been any good at social interaction. "Greetings, loner, what brings you here?" he asked the she-cat sitting down and curling his tail over his paws showing his unwillingness to fight her. The loner might be trespassing, but he was never a big fan of fighting, and something about this cat made relaxed him. "If I may ask, who are you?" he meowed his mew devoid of all emotion though his eyes were filled with curiosity.
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Post by smoke on May 7, 2014 16:40:44 GMT -6
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Post by grayscar on May 9, 2014 22:40:56 GMT -6
Grayscar watched the she-cat his amber gaze hiding his emotions making it hard to determine how he was actually feeling, for some one who had, had such a hard life he was awfully reserved. Of course this cat in front of him wouldn't know anything of his past, he kept his past pretty much hidden only telling cats he absolutely trusted. The tom glanced away from the she-cat letting his gaze wander, he was still waiting for her to tell him who she was, or perhaps why she was on Treeclan territory in the first place. The tom glanced back at her when she returned his greeting, it seemed that this loner had manners, of course she wasn't the only loner he had met who had manners. 'Smokey was well-mannered as well, and he went out of his way to save me but in the end I failed him,' he thought making sure to keep his emotions from showing on his face. He didn't want to show any of his emotions especially not to a cat he didn't even know, he figured that they best way to get hurt was by letting others see your emotions, so he always tried to keep his emotions in check.
When the loner finally said her name he actually flinched and his emotionless mask almost shattered, but before any of his emotions could appear in his facial expression he regained control. "Hmmmm.....what a nice name, not a name you here very often," Grayscar meowed, even though her name seemed to have caused him pain, he was still trying his best to be polite to her. 'She isn't Smokey, their names are just close, that's all,' he thought but to him it was like he was there again, gazing down at the lifeless body of the only cat who had been nice to him. 'Smokey was the only cat who showed me kindness, not even my parents showed me kindness. Smokey didn't have to take me in but he didn't and I failed him,' he thought taking a deep breath. The tom gazed at the loner once more, he could see why her name was Smoke. Smokey's fur had been a few shades darker than the she-cat standing in front of him, and the deceased loner has also had a stump where most cats had long tails. He had once asked Smokey about his tail, and Smokey had told him that it was a trait from his father, his father had also had only a stump for a tail. The gray scar-covered tom shook himself to clear his thoughts knowing that thinking of Smokey would only bring up memories of his father who had tried to kill him many times over.
Grayscar returned his attention to Smoke when she spoke listening politely to what she said, he knew his leader might end up getting mad at him but something about this she-cat interested him. "Ugh....sure two cats would be better than one or that is what a good friend once told me," he meowed unable to hide the pain in his eyes. The tom gazed towards the herb that she had indicated noticing the poppies for the first time, 'Why didn't I notice them when I first approached her?' he asked himself frowning. 'Maybe because you were more focused on the loner that was in your territory,' he thought and shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, that had somehow become jumbled. He realized that he was just staring at the herb and blinked rapidly before returning his attention to Smoke, he didn't want the loner to think he had lost his mind but he couldn't help his curiosity. "If I may ask, what does the herb do?" he asked nodding towards the poppies, glancing down at the herb once more.
He dragged his gaze away from the herb waiting patiently for her to answer the question, he wasn't sure why he was so interested in the herb, but for some unknown reason just was. He couldn't explain it but the thought of learning ways to help his clan without having to fight was strangely exciting, but he kept his face an emotionless mask. Suddenly, the part she had said before asking him to stay with her came back to him and if possible his frown deepened as his thoughts began to churn. "You said that you are helping to train the medicine cats...what exactly do you mean?" he asked him gazing at her intently waiting for her to say something. Even though he had been with Treeclan for a moon he had yet to hear the term medicine cat, he had actually never heard the term in his life, so therefore, he didn't even know what a medicine cat was. "I haven't been with Treeclan long, and perhaps I wasn't really in the best condition when I first came to Treeclan, but I have yet to hear the term Medicine cat," he meowed letting his gaze drift away from her. "What exactly is a medicine cat?" he asked her glancing back at her the tip of his tail twitching.
'I need to know everything there it to know about clan life,' he told himself glancing towards her, even though he didn't seem as tense as he had when first coming across her, it still seemed that he couldn't take his eyes off her for very long. His past had caused him to be cautious and not to trust any cat upon first meeting them. He had pretty much told her that he was new to Treeclan, but he figured that she already knew that, since she had pretty much admitted to being around the clans a lot. He had given her a little bit of his history by saying that he hadn't been in the best condition when joining Treeclan, he wasn't a big fan of talking about his past but figured that telling her of his short time in Treeclan wasn't such a bad idea. He had to know what a medicine cat was though, he felt like just knowing could change his life forever.
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Post by smoke on May 10, 2014 0:10:07 GMT -6
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Post by grayscar on May 10, 2014 23:22:36 GMT -6
'She noticed that I flinched, I shouldn't have done that, doesn't matter how much the name brings back memories,' Grayscar told himself the tip of his tail twitching. He didn't want anyone to see that a name or anything could bring a reaction out of him, he always tried his best to keep his emotions in check. 'I guess her name just surprised me, though if she helps the clans so much I'm surprised that I haven't heard of her until now,' he told himself. 'Than again I really don't talk with my other clan mates, but still you would think that at least one of my clan mates would be gossiping about Smoke. Some of my clan mates tend to gossip to much, and yet this is the first time I've heard of her,' he thought his thoughts racing. 'Maybe my clan mates just aren't how to be accepting help from a loner, that seems to be the most logical answer,' he thought quickly snapping out of his thoughts not wanting to miss anything in case she said something to him.
"Oh, yes I'm sure your right, my leader wouldn't want someone who was so helpful to our clan to have something happen to her," he meowed looking around warily. 'I need to stop being so paranoid,' he told himself quickly glancing back towards the loner refusing to look around again. His lack of sleep was starting to make him on edge bu he was trying his best to ignore his feelings, and to just keep an eye on Smoke. He knew that is wouldn't be a good idea to leave her on her own, not that he thought she would be any danger to his clan. He just figured that she would be in trouble if some predator ended up making an appearance and attacking her, which he really hoped wouldn't happen. He wasn't big on the whole fighting thing but he was sure that if this cat in front of him ever got in trouble, that he would be there to save her. He just hoped that he wouldn't need to do that, though he figured that the she-cat did know how to protect herself since she lived on her own.
Grayscar snapped out of his thoughts when Smoke began to tell him what the herb did, and listened politely to what she had to say not wanting to miss a thing. "Oh, that sounds great, it could be a great help to my clan especially if they have trouble sleeping," he thought meowed glancing towards the she-cat. "I do have a question though, would poppy seeds help a cat if he or she was having bad dreams, and needed a good nights sleep?" he asked making sure to keep his face an emotionless mask. "I don't think we have any queens in Treeclan, but I could be wrong. I haven't been in Treeclan long enough to get to know everyone yet, I know Pinewhisker is leader but that is about it," he meowed turning his attention to Smoke. He hoped that she didn't think his question on poppy seed was weird. If she asked why he was curious about that kind of thing then he might have to reveal his past just to explain that he rarely got any sleep.
"Oh, how rude of me, I have been trying to work on my manners. Anyway my name is Grayscar," he meowed flicking his ears back and forth. After stating his name the tom watched the she-cats reaction noticing how excited she got and braced himself for her to be really energetic. Realizing that she get as energetic or perky as most when they were excited her relaxed once more hoping that he would be able to learn all about these so called medicine cats. Since she had been the one to bring it up he supposed that she knew a lot about it. He also figured that his clan mates also knew what a medicine cat was, but probably wouldn't know as much as the loner. With the tip of his tail twitching the tom waited for Smoke to began explaining what a medicine cat was and what it had to do with the clans.
When she did start explaining what medicine cats were and about the four clans of old, he listened so intently that he stopped paying attention to his surroundings. "It's sad that medicine cats weren't remembered like the clans, thank goodness your family was able to remember," he meowed dipping his head to her suddenly remembering that she had mention the four original clans when she had been explaining medicine cats to him. "My great grandparents were from Thunderclan and Windclan, my mother never really seemed pleased by that, for whatever reason," he meowed glancing at her. He didn't like saying much on his past but he figured telling her that he had both Windclan and Thunderclan blood wouldn't hurt.
"That sounds like a good idea, would hate for some cat to get hurt and for no one to be there to be able to help the cat, I'm sure your good at helping all of the clans, but it isn't like you can be everywhere at once," he told her gazing down at his paws, his thoughts spinning. He didn't want to offend her, and really hoped that he hadn't just offended her with the statement he had just made about the clans. 'With most cats I talk to I'm moody and maybe a little snappy, but it is so easy to talk to her,' he thought looking around. "Oh....yes, that is true there will always be war and sickness," he meowed for some reason there was pain in his eyes but he quickly pushed it aside. "Surely everyone has had to face something alone, once in their life, I faced a lot of stuff alone before I came to Treeclan," he meowed frowning.
ooc: none of the word counts on any of the sites I get on are working
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Post by GYPSYLEAF on May 11, 2014 1:35:26 GMT -6
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Post by grayscar on May 11, 2014 9:33:47 GMT -6
"Oh, okay," Grayscar meowed a little disappointed but he didn't let it show, he was good at hiding his emotions. 'I should have know that wasn't a good idea, one could only hope though,' he thought the tip of his tell twitching. He didn't like bad dreams, than again he didn't know anyone who actually liked bad dreams. 'I don't think there is anyone who likes bad dreams if there is, then they are crazy,' he told himself with a shake of his head. 'I guess with the kind of past that I had, I have no choice but to just live with bad dreams,' he told himself looking at the sky. 'I'm sure there are many others who have bad dreams, I guess I should just consider myself lucky that I don't make a racket when I have a bad dream. Last thing I want is for all of my clan mates to be mad at me for waking them up in the middle of the night,' he told himself. It was true that he really didn't make any racket in his sleep, instead it was like his body stiffened whenever her was having a bad dream. Blinking rapidly he snapped out of his thoughts, hoping that he hadn't missed anything.
When she said something else about the poppy seeds he listened to her he figured that she was just trying to make him feel better, but he didn't want to do anything that could be dangerous. "I was just wondering, besides it shouldn't really be used unless someone is sick or hurt," he told her dipping his head to her. 'Hopefully she'll just let the topic drop, I'm shouldn't even have brought it up in the first place,' he told himself flicking his ears back and forth. He didn't want to come off as rude to her, and just hoped that she didn't think he was being rude. 'I don't want to put my clan as risk, they saved me and I have to make it up to them, so using poppy seeds in the way I had planned would only harm them. Of course, i don't think any of my other clan mates have bad dreams,' he told himself flicking his ears back and forth. 'I wonder if I would have bad dreams if my siblings were still alive,' he thought letting his mind wander. 'Don't be absurd, you would probably still have bad dreams even if your siblings had lived,' he told himself the tip of his tail twitching. It was true that not a lot of things would have been different if his siblings had lived, but that didn't stop the ache from forming in his heart. Even though he didn't really know his sibling that well he still missed them, and wished that they could have been there for him. Feeling his mood plummet he snapped out of his thoughts and pushed any idea of his siblings and all of the what if's to the back of his mind. 'I should stop thinking of stuff that is depressing,' he told himself breaking out of his thoughts, returning his attention to Smoke.
When she repeated his name he was confused at first thinking that she had been trying to get his attention, then he realized that she had just been committing his name to memory. 'I'm glad that she wasn't trying to get my attention,' he told himself letting his eyes wander away from her. 'She must not have noticed that I was lost in my own thoughts, I just hope she didn't notice my mood plummet,' he told himself. He just didn't want Smoke to worry about him not that she would, he didn't like it when others worried about him. It was probably why he felt so strongly about doing what he could for Treeclan, he felt like he owed them for saving his life. 'Treeclan didn't have to save me, but just like Smokey did that one time when my mother was about to kill me, Treeclan saved me and I'll always remember that,' he told himself looking around. Before he had met Smokey he had figured that everyone was like them, but he had quickly figured out that most adult cats were nice. 'So many cats have been nice to me, and none of them really knew me,' he thought frowning.
Snapping out of his thoughts he started watching her, watching her reaction he wanted to know what he reactions were like since it seemed that she wasn't good at controlling her emotions. He noticed that she seemed pleased that he had praised her family, but she also seemed confused for some reason. 'She's probably wondering why I would choose Treeclan over Hillclan,; he thought his eyes still fixed on her. "Your probably wondering why I would choose Treeclan over Hillclan," he meowed wondering if he should just tell her about his past, it couldn't be save to keep all of his feelings bottled up. "Before I came across Treeclan I had pretty much given up on life, all I saw of the world was that it was a cold and unforgiving place. When I came across Treeclan I was half-starved and so tired that I could barely stand up straight. I hadn't been in Treeclan territory for long before I was found by one of the warriors, it was awhile before I could tell the clan anything. I wouldn't tell about my past all I would tell them was that I had Thunderclan and Windclan blood. Treeclan changed my views on life and for that, I owe them," he meowed looking away for a minute before looking back at her.
"Yes, I'm sure it would be a useful skill if you could be in more than one place at the same time," he told her forcing a smile, of course the smiled didn't reach his eyes. The truth about Grayscar was that he never smiled, he had never smiled in his life and he was bad at faking a smile. "That is true, I'm sure that there were many others who were on there own, but now I have the clan. I'm not al..." he cut himself off. He wondering how much he was saying was actually true, even though he was surrounded by a clan, wasn't he still alone. He always kept to himself and didn't really socialize with anyone, Smoke was really the first cat he had really talked to since joining Treeclan. He knew that he was just worried or afraid that if his clan knew the truth about him that they would cast him out. He had somehow convinced himself that he had killed his father in cold blood, he had forgotten how his father had tried to kill him many times over.
"You feel like your world has turned upside down, I use to feel like that and then I ran into Treeclan and I felt like everything was right with the world again," he thought. "I'm sorry I'm probably not making much sense," he meowed figuring that he sounded like a mousebrain to her. "Yes that must be hard, I use to feel like nothing was right with the world, and that there was nothing that could make the world right," he meowed after shaking his head. "To tell you the truth I don't really care much for the whole warrior thing either, I hate fighting all fighting does is lead to heartbreak," he told her frowning. 'I am also scared of fighting he told himself with a small sigh. 'Everyone is entitled to their opinion, it's not for me to say what you should and shouldn't think," he told her the tip of his tail twitching.
ooc: sorry not color coding this time, I had to rewrite the whole thing because I was trying to color code my text so right now I'm mad at the color thing. Thoughts have single quotes and talking has double quotes of course.
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Post by smoke on May 11, 2014 19:33:51 GMT -6
SO YOU HAVE THE DESIRE TO BE PLAYING WITH FIRE?[presto]
633 @grayscar I’ve found bold and italic can sometimes be neater substitutes.
[/presto] Smoke lived a simple life. Well, she strove to. Her life before the clans had been straightforward – wander and heal. She was, more often than not, the hero, the one who was owed, and she’d found no use in keeping track of who owed her. Usually, if she ran into the same cat more than once, they were pleased to help if she needed it, but she didn’t depend on their charity, or even expect it. Plainly, the idea of ‘owing’ anyone for her wellbeing (or being owed) was foreign to Smoke. She wasn’t sure she’d ever understand it. Or the idea of TreeClan being a saving force… Her own prejudices clouded her judgment, and she put it to the back of her mind.
The she-cat considered asking Grayscar what he meant about his past, but dismissed the thought. If he had been so unwilling to tell his clan, he certainly wouldn’t divulge that to her, they’d only just met. It made her slightly uneasy, though, this idea of his shadowy past that he was unwilling to discuss. What happened to him? Or what did he do? She wondered, until she flicked an ear and turned her mind away from the thought. No need to show fear around him – and so she met his eyes to speak, smiling easily. “I’m glad you made a full recovery.” She purred.
His next few statements she let pass without comment, afraid any interruptions would keep the cagey tom from speaking at all. He was so stoic – not just controlling his emotions but concealing them, and she had begun to wonder if he was simply an apathetic sort of cat, but that was proving to be, well, not quite true. While his voice remained as moderated as ever, he was surprisingly honest. “No, that makes sense, I think I understand.” She reassured him, and it did make sense. She wondered if she could ever share the same feeling about a clan.
When he mentioned fighting, she merely nodded. It wouldn’t do to betray her excitement and frighten him – but in all actuality, she was inclined to burst at the seams. He loved his clan, but hated fighting, didn’t want to be a warrior? A she-cat might have the option to spend much of her time as queen, but a tom in the clans as they stood now was a warrior for life. Unless, of course, he became a medicine cat. But she stayed calm. “I wish more of the forest shared your feelings about fighting. It would make keeping the peace much easier.” She mewed. As she did, the sun above dimmed, and she looked up. A thin, gauzy cloud had drifted across it, casting them into the brightest kind of shadow. Without the sun tinting the whole hollow gold, the brightest thing was the red of the poppies that grew on its rim, and Smoke was reminded of her reason for coming to TreeClan in the first place.
“Until they do, though, TreeClan may need herbs.” She reminded him, padding up to a clump of scarlet flowers. “If you help this will go a little faster – just bite off a fully-grown flower with enough stem to hold onto.” She instructed, and then demonstrated, leaning in beneath an fully-unfurled blossom and biting at the stem a mouselength below it. She had to grind it a bit between her back teeth before it would fall, and she pulled it out, depositing it gently a little ways away. The sun had returned, and she looked to him. “Oh, and be sure not to take many from one plant – it’ll die off if you do.” She added, and then gestured to another about a foxlength away with her tail for him to work on.
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Post by grayscar on May 12, 2014 18:42:54 GMT -6
He felt like he needed to hide his past simply because he thought if his clan mates knew that he had killed another cat, that they would cast him out. His past was also a painful subject to bring up, every time he thought of his past or every time a memory formed in his mind, it brought him pain. Since his past was painful he tried his best to keep himself from thinking about it, though most of the time he couldn't keep himself from thinking about his past. Sometimes he felt like he would never be able to escape his past no matter what he did. Maybe it was crazy that he would have convinced himself that he had killed his father in cold blood since his father had been trying to kill him, it was just that Grayscar has always been the kind of tom who felt guilt strongly. He blamed himself for the death of his siblings and the death of Smokey as well. The tom didn't want anyone to grow through something like he had went through without being able to get help. Smokey had helped him as long as he could and for helping him he had paid with his life. He couldn't stand the thought of being responsible for some many deaths, he wasn't even thinking straight if he was he would realize how ridiculous it was to blame himself for all of the deaths that had happened. It was true that he had been responsible for his father's death, but he had been just defending himself.
The tom snapped out of his thoughts shaking himself realizing that Smokey had spoken, it took only a second for what the she-cat had told him to sink in. "Thank you, I'm sure I will never let myself get like that again," he meowed sounding a little weary but he quickly cleared his throat to cover up how tired he had just sounded. "It's hard getting use to sleeping with so many cats, I only had..." he cut himself off looking away trying to hide the pain that had flashed in his eyes. He was good at hiding his emotions but hiding pain still posed as a problem. It was awhile before he looked back at Smoke, by the time he looked back towards the she-cat his expression had cleared. 'Smokey is dead, there is no reason to keep thinking about him,' he thought with a sigh, flicking his ears back and forth. 'Everyone has probably had something happen in their past that has hurt them deeply,' he thought the tip of his tail twitching. He didn't like showing weakness, and revealing that his past could still hurt him was look showing weakness, or that was the way he saw it. 'It isn't only that my past hurts me still, my past still terrifies me,' he told himself looking away from Smoke letting his gaze scan the hollow. 'I'm revealing to much emotion with this she-cat, I should be better at this by now,' he told himself glancing back towards Smoke.
The tom watched Smoke watching her reaction and was glad that she didn't seem to think that he was crazy for what he had just told her. 'He didn't need the cat who was suppose to play a huge role in the clans to think that he was crazy, or had lost his mind,' he thought blinking. "Oh, that's good, I'm glad that someone is able to understand what I'm talking about," he meowed looking around. 'I feel comfortable talking to her, probably because she isn't talking about fighting,' he told himself the tip of his tail twitching. He didn't talk much about his feelings, so it would probably have surprised most of his clan mates if they heard what he had just told Smoke about how he felt a fighting. He didn't want his clan mates to think he was a coward or that he would just stand by and let a clan mate die. He just didn't like fighting, and like everyone else around here he was entitled to his own opinion. The thought of fighting made him shudder, whenever he thought of fighting he always thought of how he had killed his father. He was just happy that he hadn't had to fight yet, but he had to wonder how long would that last if he couldn't find a way to serve his clan a different way.
The tom was snapped out of his thoughts when Smoke began speaking and he had to blind rapidly just to keep himself from getting lost in his own thoughts again. "I'm sure it would, sometimes I feel like the clans act like kits when they cross paths," he meowed with a shake of his head. "I hope the can just find peace with each other, I haven't had to battle any of the other clans yet which I count as lucky. That doesn't mean I wouldn't defend my clan but I would rather try and talk out our differences than fight," he meowed shrugging. He was the kind of cat who would rather try and talk to the cat about what was going on, than to actually fight it out. He didn't like fighting and he had yet to see any good to come out of fighting, in his mind no good ever came out of fighting. He just wished others could share his few, he had pretty much grown up with so much fighting and will all the things that had happened to him, he saw fighting as an inconvenience He wondered what would have happened if he had grown up fighting, would he have felt differently about fighting. Letting out a sigh the tom shook his head to clear his thoughts the tip of his tail twitching.
"Oh, that's true wouldn't want my clan mates to have no way of healing themselves," Grayscar meowed his thoughts going back to Smokey. 'If I had known anything about herbs back then would I have been able to save Smokey?' he asked himself frowning letting his mind wander. 'Maybe if I had gotten to him sooner, by the time I got to him he was already dead,' he thought with a pang of regret. He was broken out of his thoughts when she began speaking explaining to him how she wanted him to collect the herb, of course he listened to her intently. When she was done explaining and had even shown him how she wanted it done, he dipped his head to her before going over to the place she had indicated. Taking a deep breath he began to collect the useful plant like she had showed him, keeping in mind what she had said. He found comfort in the scent of the herb and the steady rhythm of collecting the precious plant.
He moved back glancing back at her trying to think of something he could ask her that wouldn't sound rude or make her uncomfortable. "Have you ever been so scared of something that you were afraid to ever confide in someone?" he asked her confused to where the question had come from. "I feel like that about my past, I use to feel like I was drowning most of the time," he meowed looking away. "My past is horrible, but I wonder if it is safe to keep it to myself. I ran from my past, I was hurt so many times and I couldn't handle it," he meowed collecting some more of the plant. "I'm scared of my past, but not because of something I did, sometimes I'm scared for my life," he meowed glancing at her. "I've always felt like I had to face my past alone, that no one would care if I lived or died," he meowed.
ooc: he might reveal his past might not, right now all he is admitting is that his past terrifies him and is kind of admitting that it gives him nightmares too.
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Post by smoke on May 23, 2014 22:00:41 GMT -6
SO YOU HAVE THE DESIRE TO BE PLAYING WITH FIRE?[presto]
950 @grayscar sorry for the delay, it won’t happen again. smoke is apparently done being gentle.
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Progress, Dawn had once told her daughter, was always slow. Smoke tried to remember that, but she was all too often an impatient cat. Grayscar was so slow to open up, and so consumed by whatever it was that shut him down, that his cagey attitude was frustrating. She wanted to understand, to act, and having to wait around watching his half-hidden reactions and icy apathy only deepened her curiosity. This cat had something to hide, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
If you’re considering him for TreeClan’s medicine cat, it might be good to know he’s… Stable. She reminded herself. But he did seem, if not interested, at least competent. She was pleased by how attentively Grayscar had listened to her instructions, how eager he had been to help his clan. She shimmied out from under the poppy plant and watched him work. There was an ease to the way he moved, a slow, steady rhythm to his breath, and she saw in him the echo of her mother. They bore so little resemblance to one another that the feeling took her by surprise – this massive, grizzled tom would have dwarfed her elegant, silvery mother. But it was in the way he moved, she realized. Comfort, confidence, contentment. Smoke wondered, briefly, if she looked like that gathering herbs, so purposeful. Unbidden, warmth rose in her chest. Perhaps this was what her volunteering for the clans was all about, seeing what she loved – herbs and healing – be loved by others. Loved is a stretch, perhaps. She thought wryly, suppressing a purr. But he looks almost relaxed. It was then that he turned to her, and Smoke did her best to disguise her staring. He seemed to be thinking, so she didn’t speak until he did. Smoke was lucky – she hadn’t lived a life with much fear in it. Now she was facing the greatest one she’d ever seen, this shift in the forest, but that she was vocal about – every cat that met her had a sense that she was displeased with it. Hesitant to disagree and afraid it would dissuade him, she simply lapsed into silence until he spoke again.
It was strange. Poppy dulled pain, muffled its edges into softness. It pulled those who cracked its seeds into a deep, alluring sleep. Smoke had hated the feeling, but she’d never been seriously injured. For a cat who lay in constant pain from an infected wound, for a cat too traumatized by their broken limb to rest, it was a miracle. The cloying seeds brought peace by blurring out the world and soothing racing minds. The flowers smelled sweet and sleepy in the sun. Smoke watched Grayscar closely, but he was moving normally, moving calmly but not lethargically. He hasn’t been dosed with this stuff. She thought. But the herb was exuding its calming influence on him all the same, drawing the pain out word by halting word.
She listened in silence, sensing that she didn’t have much to add to the conversation. If it even was one. He kept working, and so did she, carefully not looking at him, afraid to make him self-conscious and silence him. But her ears swiveled to catch every word, her body was tense with listening. Still, no revelation came. Was this cat dangerous? He didn’t seem to be. Terrified, but not dangerous. But he mentioned being scared for his life. There were some rough cats in the world, rogues that drifted in ever-changing gangs between the outlying lands and twoleg place. They had dirty, matted fur that smelled of twoleg refuse and crowfood, with nicks in their ears and no real loyalty to one another. She’d seen them from a distance, heard about them from her mother. Had he fallen in with a band of rogues? It would explain the scars…
“You’re part of a clan now.” She reminded him gently when he seemed to be done, adding another poppy flower to the small pile. “They chose you, they kept you. I wouldn’t call that alone.” In clan life like that, Smoke felt the only way a cat could be isolated was if they chose to be. She reconsidered her interactions with Grayscar thus far. If I hadn’t thought he might be a medicine cat, I might not want much to do with him. Moody. Hiding something. She thought. If he spent all his time this caught up in his past, like he seemed to be now, it would be easy to feel alone. Only memories for company – and they didn’t seem like good ones. “If it’s honestly dangerous, your clan has a right to know. In case you’ve brought the threat to them, or so they can know to fight for you, I don’t know. You live with warriors, Grayscar. In clans, life is such a precious commodity. The only thing in this world that could make the clans worthwhile is caring whether their members live or die.” She looked at the flowers. Each bloom had plenty of seeds, this would more than do for the clan, even if there was battle soon. “I think that’s enough poppy.” She turned and looked him in the eye. What was the point of hiding his past? Fear? He had the blood that TreeClan was after, they wouldn’t soon see it spilled. They wouldn’t run it – him - off. For a warrior of TreeClan, it sounded remarkably like cowardice. “For their sake, for yours, I don’t care why. But the cats you surround yourself with should know you. And if this is as… Big, as significant, as it seems, don’t you think they deserve that?” She challenged.
thanks danni
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Post by grayscar on May 23, 2014 23:21:49 GMT -6
Grayscar, continued to pick the herbs wondering what her reaction was, but he didn't want to see her expression. He didn't like admitting that he was scared, and he had pretty much just told her that he was terrified of his past or for his life. He wasn't a cold hearted cat, but he figured that if he revealed that he had killed his own father, that all of his clan mates would turn on him. He hadn't even thought of all the times that his father had tried to kill him, in his mind he had killed his father for no reason. He figured that he would always feel that way and he also couldn't help blaming himself for the death of his siblings or for the death of Smokey. 'If I had been stronger, faster, I would have been able to save them,' he thought digging his claws into the ground.
When Smoke told him that they had enough of the herb, he set the poppy down his head bowed, he sometimes wondered how he could go on. He knew that hiding his past probably wasn't the best idea, but his past wasn't something he really liked to think about. He already had bad dreams about his past, he tried his best to forget his past, but it looked like that wouldn't ever happen. He always felt like he was breathing under water, he knew he had clan mates that could help him, but he was just so afraid of trusting others. He had trusted his parents and look at where that had gotten him, now because of him his father was dead. Around his clan mates he always acted reserved so as to not make others worry about him. That was another thing, he didn't want others to worry about him, but there was only so long that he could put up this act and it was slowly crumbling.
He snapped out of his thoughts as she said something and he blinked a few times before glancing at her. What she was saying was true and he knew it, but it was still so hard to believe that any cat would try and understand what he had gone through. 'How many kits would say that their own parents tried to kill him. Smokey helped me and look at where it go him,' he thought the tip of his tail twitching. He knew his clan mates weren't weak and could take care of themselves, but he still felt like sharing his past with them would hurt them more than anything had ever hurt them before. At this point Grayscar didn't really know what to do, he didn't know if he should tell this cat about his past, or if he should just keep his mouth shut.
The tom let out a sigh raising his head realizing that he had been sitting here for the longest time with his head bowed. 'Mousedung, cats only bow their heads if their grieving, or if their upset,' he thought trying to wipe the sadness from his face. He found it harder, and harder to hold onto his emotionless mask when he became lost in thought. 'What is happening to me, it use to be so easy to block others out, now I'm struggling to do just that,' he thought flicking his ears back and forth. He raised his head when she started speaking again listening to every word that she said. What she was saying made perfect since but it would still be hard for him to tell anyone about his past. 'How can I tell them my horrible past?' he asked himself taking a deep breath. He had never been one to talk about himself, he didn't really like himself, so therefore, he didn't like to talk about himself.
"How can others like me, as you would call it, if I don't like myself?" Grayscar meowed finally speaking after some time. Every word he had just said was true, he didn't like himself though he supposed she might have already figured that out. He had admitted early to not caring enough about himself to even live before he had joined Treeclan. He looked at her unblinking wondering what her answer would be. 'How will she take to the idea that I don't like myself?' he asked himself frowning. He looked away from her for a minute, his thoughts spinning as he tried to think of something else to say. He wanted to keep his clan safe, and he knew that one day he probably would end up being forced to tell everyone about his past. 'They'll all hate me when they hear about my past, I don't want to have to leave,' he told himself trembling slightly. 'I have a dark past, and talking about it will really hurt me,' he thought returning his attention to Smoke.
"I-I guess your right, I've spend so long trying to forget my past," Grayscar meowed the tip of his tail twitching. "I can't forget my past though, it seems the more I try to forget it the more my past rises up," he meowed taking a deep breath. "My past isn't what you would think, as I said before I'm scared for my own life," he meowed looking away from Smoke. 'Now, comes the hard part, the least I can do is tell he what I'm so scared of and if she wants to know my past I'll tell her,' he thought taking a deep breath. "I bet you think I'm scared of some random rogue that has threatened my life," he meowed closing his eyes. "The least I can tell you is what I'm so scared of, and I'll tell Pinewhisker as well, and if you still want to know my past I'll tell it to you, I'm done hiding from my past, I'm done being a coward," he meowed. "I'm not scared of some random rogue, I'm scared of my parents, because my own parents tried to kill me," he meowed.
ooc: not one of my best post, but I guess it's good enough.
Grayscars themesong(putting this on here for fun): How could this happen to me-simple plan
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