Post by tigerpaw on Apr 16, 2014 7:06:24 GMT -6
tigerpaw
the two cats would speak under their tones come the next morning when the storm reappeared; power flickering off and the outdoor cat sitting by the window calmed by these happenings. 'i've never felt so dry; but i want to go home... back to my mother - she used to tell me these wonderful stories of these clans... they were so interesting and wonderful.' dimple would listen as the tom would speak; and when night came and her owner came to collect her - she hissed and curled up around the tom; curious as to what else he would tell her. but as the night drew on; she felt him shift away from her, and head for the kitty-door in the back. she followed; hiding in the shadows of the table as her owner grudgingly moved down the stairs and opened the door. 'good..' the only word she understood, but as the door opened dimple bolted after the tom - who had refused to speak his name and yowled at him over the thunder; 'run!'. he followed her quickly and as they disappeared over the fence and into the streets; the tom was grinning from ear to ear. 'i'm cricket; come on; i'll show you out.'
dimple wasn't sure then if she really wanted to leave her old life behind and looking back through the rain; she felt something awake in her - something that she would later recall as her inner cat - and she turned her head on her home; collar still snug against her neck. it would take them a day to find the little hideout that cricket lived in; and it would take another three days to work his way back in. 'a house pet; really cricket, how do you expect us to let you live with us if you keep choosing them!' but cricket had hushed the tom and offered to share his nest with her; charming and sweet as always. that was her first mistake within this little working group of ten. cricket it would seem had been high up the social latter here; the group's leader held little respect for cricket and soon dimple came to realize that the two toms were brothers - cricket being the oldest, and the leader toad - was the younger by seven moons. 'dimple; just ignore the idiot; come on, i'll take you to my mom - she's the oldest one here.'
dimple was delighted to meet the old she-cat, and sure enough the she-cat did not like her; but it was the tales of the clans she told dimple with a heartfelt interest. 'do you know who your parents are my dear; you remind me of a friend of my mothers.' and dimple would shrug and meow that her mother had died near her owners house and she had been rescued. 'i truly don't know, but i want to be like you all; to be free... but i can not get my collar off.' it would not take long; perhaps a moon before they managed to get her completely free of the collar and that is when cricket began to train her; the two grew closer; and dimple even grew closer to toad and the two tom's mother - and surprise was it when toad made a move on her; his brown pelt flashing as he asked her to be his mate. dimple had never felt more flattered, but something in her gut screamed no and she politely declined. that was was her second mistake. give it a moon of terror and pain; of cricket trying to talk to her, but she refusing the company of any cat; and in fear huddling near - but far from toad, she watched as her life began to slip.
cricket and his mother - goat - offered a way out one moon to the day she was forced into the position of leader's mate. two weeks after she discovered the truth in her belly. goat would distract her youngest son; allowing cricket and dimple to flee into the upwalkers place. it went smoothly; although cricket would bark orders into her ears; making tears prickle at her eyes before the two were three blocks away and they rested; breath coming in pants and even cricket looked tired. 'come on, we got to get out of this place; into the wild.' she never questioned why he did it; nor why he cared, but as they traveled she asked him and he could only shyly smile before leaving it unanswered. dimple gave birth while they were still within the two-leg place; her two kittens small and unhealthy looking. while the oldest; a orange tom-cat that took after dimple breathed perfectly find and suckled instantly; it was the younger; a tabby tom much like cricket - but more brown like toad - began to have trouble breathing.
she would panic when cricket left her that night - and she would nearly consider putting her youngest kit out of misery and would of nearly gone through with it - if cricket did not come with a she-cat who offered to help. 'can we name them lion and tiger?' dimple would ask absentmindedly, not evening remembering they were not his kits; but cricket seemed to beam and grow warmer by the time her second kit was suckling. 'you can call them what you like; but yes, i like lion and tiger.' and dimple would smile as she swiped her tail over the two fur balls; picturing them as cricket's kits and not toad's - praying to the gods if there were even any, that they would not give them toad's awful ways and let her kits grow up good and kind. how she was oh so wrong.
but at a young age; tiger just wanted to be different; and so when his brother spoke highly of something he bit back the negatives; and he watched his own brother grow spiteful towards him - and they were hardly six moons old. tiger however; knew his angry ways were bad for his mother and even worst for his breath; and it proved when he was seven moons old; he and his mother were yowling over this or that; and cricket was coming into try and calm down the early panicking mother and the even more so short of breath and wheezing tiger. '-shut up cricket! you're not his father!' would sound and that would drive little tiger into a panic, his breath growing wild and his eyes flying open as he felt his chest tightening up, but his mother would change her tune and even cricket would look from calming to panic as tiger lay upon the ground gasping for the air that refused to get past his throat. even lion would run for him; and as he tried to calm down, his chest would slowly reopen - his eyes watery as he gulped in the fresh air once more.
at nine moons; tiger watched his mother whisper to cricket and the two left in the middle of the night; leaving lion and himself in their den. 'they left us... gods calm down tiger, deep breaths.' and with the help of his brother, tiger calmed himself and the two toms would set out into the wilderness looking for their parents and instead they stumbled across a pack of cats - these cats claimed to be descendants of this windclan and when tiger and lion asked more of the clans - they told them of the others; thunder, shadow and river and both toms would bow their heads and leave this group. by their thirteenth moon the two toms discovered a little she-cat; @skysoul. lion thought she was but the cutest little thing; but with a heated argument with tiger the two toms tried to sneak off - 'you have to do the hunting for two; and still try to train me - do we really need a kitten following us. a girl kitten.' but it would be an invade collection as that night as the two toms slept tiger woke to find the small bundle of fur beside him.
he settled with it; thought grudgingly; and the three cats traveled more until they found the group they had asked questions to - but now there were three leaders in total - tree, hill and creek. with a much carefully thought out plan; tiger approached tree and spoke; 'i am of the thunderclan, as if my brother. i am tiger and this is lion and she is sky.' while not formerly or openly welcomed; the three cats would join this new clan treeclan in the end - and while lion became lionpelt; a warrior, tiger was forced into training; his inability to properly hunt or fight was lacking and he became tigerpaw.
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"do you honestly think i am that much of an idiot that i do not realize this problem within my chest? it will cost me much more then your clan - it will cost me my life. i thought showing up to these bloody training sessions was enough to prove my loyalty."
i was left to my own devices.
at birth the tom was described as a wee little thing that probably would die before the sun set but it was indeed something different when the young tom pulled through; a lovely she-cat providing herbs to his cause and helping him through the first three moons of his struggling life. you see; tiger had a shortness of breath after long runnings or when he was frighten or got to worked up. the creatures that walked on two legs would call it asthma but tiger would call it a huge inconvenience. but beside the obvious shortness of breath; tiger grew from the wee little thing; and his body filled out his huge paws became appropriately sized and when he was eleven moons old he would of grown to the nice height of a normal sized cat and would look filled out. his muscles were strong - but not overbearing like those who fought and hunted on a daily bases; no, young tiger had his brother lion for that. tiger was more of the investigator; he would climb trees and watch from above; and silently direct his brother with his longer then normal tail. but then again; hiding in those trees tiger blended in nicely with a tabby brown pelt; looking like a branch covered with shadows and that was how well he could be described from the ground. his eyes are a deep amber color; always watching and always grumpy; especially during the winter; when the air makes it harder for him to breath.many days fell away with nothing to show.
from a young age, one could find the young tom huddling behind his mother; a fright to see when the young tom was shockingly shorter and hard of breath; but the was a certain faithfulness to the tom as he stuck with his mother and listened to the tales of his great-great grandparents. of course, that faith he held would follow in the back of his mind; and the only name he would remember is thunder. however with that faith came a loyalty to all those who he deemed worthy of it. but with that loyalty many cats found that sometimes it wasn't worth it - for his loyalty came with a rude and unforgiving nature; a tom who held a grudge like an elder. but while the tom was rough around the edges and in his play as a kit - there was no mistaking the clan cat within his soul. his mother had once joked that he would of made a warrior cat in so many ways; save birth.and the walls kept tumbling down, in the city that we love.
there were cats who at first glance could almost tell from the sour look on his face; that the tom was more of a pessimistic then anything. when one could find the light in every situation; tiger was always sure to bring the cold hard truth of it back to earth. being prepared for the worst; tiger finds his strength in being a pessimistic; though sometimes there are times where the light is shoved into his face and he can't help but agree. honest and intelligent are two words that describe him perfectly; although if one was to ask how honest, you would have to say simply; that he is more blunt then anything and he will not lace his words with fluff; he will plow over all that and tell you the cold hard truth. however there are times for honesty and then there are times for deception and when it comes to the game of lies; tiger is mastering it quite well as he grows; each mistake he takes back and recalculates his wrong doing and proves himself a better liar.
great clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above. but
then we can see; that he has a different bravery that is rarely displayed before others - sure he will fight on command and defend on command, but to see his bravery be brought instantly to the surface; is a weird happenstance. for the tom will come to find that when cats begin to mean something to you; you would die for them. disrespectful is a term that can be used promptly with our young tom; coming from the life of a loner - with problems that leave him short of breath quickly; he has been known to snap and show little respect to those around him and it has left him in a sore state more then once. however add that to his boorish manners and his unkind ways and you have a recipe for disaster. The tom has more then once proven to get cats angry with him - and he had proven himself to be a valuable warrior; even with his shortness of breath.if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? and
dimple was a sweet kitty-pet; her life was comfortable and kind behind the closed patio doors; that was until her owner opened the door one stormy night and let in a handsome little tom cat. he was the color of a tiger; and his eyes were as hot as the burning flames in the fire. she thought him handsome; though his pelt was soaked and his pitiful meows were clear. she watched from the table as her owner fed the cat and set up a small blanket for the tom to sleep in. that night; after slipping from her owner's bed; she climbed the stairs down to the kitchen where the tom was sleeping in the nest. the rain had stopped and dimple was curious as to why the tom had not left. 'are you truly of the wild?' she asked quietly when the tom stirred; and he gave her the biggest smile and a voice floated into her ears - so uncultured and wild to her cultured kitty-pet ways. 'why sugar, of course i am. why you interest in seeing the world?' dimple would flatten her ears and flee back into the living room where her play-mate and house mate fluffy was.the two cats would speak under their tones come the next morning when the storm reappeared; power flickering off and the outdoor cat sitting by the window calmed by these happenings. 'i've never felt so dry; but i want to go home... back to my mother - she used to tell me these wonderful stories of these clans... they were so interesting and wonderful.' dimple would listen as the tom would speak; and when night came and her owner came to collect her - she hissed and curled up around the tom; curious as to what else he would tell her. but as the night drew on; she felt him shift away from her, and head for the kitty-door in the back. she followed; hiding in the shadows of the table as her owner grudgingly moved down the stairs and opened the door. 'good..' the only word she understood, but as the door opened dimple bolted after the tom - who had refused to speak his name and yowled at him over the thunder; 'run!'. he followed her quickly and as they disappeared over the fence and into the streets; the tom was grinning from ear to ear. 'i'm cricket; come on; i'll show you out.'
dimple wasn't sure then if she really wanted to leave her old life behind and looking back through the rain; she felt something awake in her - something that she would later recall as her inner cat - and she turned her head on her home; collar still snug against her neck. it would take them a day to find the little hideout that cricket lived in; and it would take another three days to work his way back in. 'a house pet; really cricket, how do you expect us to let you live with us if you keep choosing them!' but cricket had hushed the tom and offered to share his nest with her; charming and sweet as always. that was her first mistake within this little working group of ten. cricket it would seem had been high up the social latter here; the group's leader held little respect for cricket and soon dimple came to realize that the two toms were brothers - cricket being the oldest, and the leader toad - was the younger by seven moons. 'dimple; just ignore the idiot; come on, i'll take you to my mom - she's the oldest one here.'
dimple was delighted to meet the old she-cat, and sure enough the she-cat did not like her; but it was the tales of the clans she told dimple with a heartfelt interest. 'do you know who your parents are my dear; you remind me of a friend of my mothers.' and dimple would shrug and meow that her mother had died near her owners house and she had been rescued. 'i truly don't know, but i want to be like you all; to be free... but i can not get my collar off.' it would not take long; perhaps a moon before they managed to get her completely free of the collar and that is when cricket began to train her; the two grew closer; and dimple even grew closer to toad and the two tom's mother - and surprise was it when toad made a move on her; his brown pelt flashing as he asked her to be his mate. dimple had never felt more flattered, but something in her gut screamed no and she politely declined. that was was her second mistake. give it a moon of terror and pain; of cricket trying to talk to her, but she refusing the company of any cat; and in fear huddling near - but far from toad, she watched as her life began to slip.
cricket and his mother - goat - offered a way out one moon to the day she was forced into the position of leader's mate. two weeks after she discovered the truth in her belly. goat would distract her youngest son; allowing cricket and dimple to flee into the upwalkers place. it went smoothly; although cricket would bark orders into her ears; making tears prickle at her eyes before the two were three blocks away and they rested; breath coming in pants and even cricket looked tired. 'come on, we got to get out of this place; into the wild.' she never questioned why he did it; nor why he cared, but as they traveled she asked him and he could only shyly smile before leaving it unanswered. dimple gave birth while they were still within the two-leg place; her two kittens small and unhealthy looking. while the oldest; a orange tom-cat that took after dimple breathed perfectly find and suckled instantly; it was the younger; a tabby tom much like cricket - but more brown like toad - began to have trouble breathing.
she would panic when cricket left her that night - and she would nearly consider putting her youngest kit out of misery and would of nearly gone through with it - if cricket did not come with a she-cat who offered to help. 'can we name them lion and tiger?' dimple would ask absentmindedly, not evening remembering they were not his kits; but cricket seemed to beam and grow warmer by the time her second kit was suckling. 'you can call them what you like; but yes, i like lion and tiger.' and dimple would smile as she swiped her tail over the two fur balls; picturing them as cricket's kits and not toad's - praying to the gods if there were even any, that they would not give them toad's awful ways and let her kits grow up good and kind. how she was oh so wrong.
if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before?
tiger knew nothing of his true father - but for all his purpose he believed cricket to be his dad. his mother was a ginger she-cat, and his father was a tabby brown; and although at a young age he could tell the deeper shade of brown on his own pelt; he had pushed it away. even at the young age he would sit in the little den; chest heaving to gather enough breath, but as he would watch lion run around trying to catch cricket; tiger would sit beside his mother, watching impatiently until he father would change his tune and come and play with him. he needed his dad too; but that was just the first stunt that set the youngest tom into a grumpier state; it was the way his mother flinched at him when he bumped against her to get her attention. tiger knew it was just him; father could touch mother and even lion could touch mother, but tiger - no - tiger was shoved away a little. but at a young age; tiger just wanted to be different; and so when his brother spoke highly of something he bit back the negatives; and he watched his own brother grow spiteful towards him - and they were hardly six moons old. tiger however; knew his angry ways were bad for his mother and even worst for his breath; and it proved when he was seven moons old; he and his mother were yowling over this or that; and cricket was coming into try and calm down the early panicking mother and the even more so short of breath and wheezing tiger. '-shut up cricket! you're not his father!' would sound and that would drive little tiger into a panic, his breath growing wild and his eyes flying open as he felt his chest tightening up, but his mother would change her tune and even cricket would look from calming to panic as tiger lay upon the ground gasping for the air that refused to get past his throat. even lion would run for him; and as he tried to calm down, his chest would slowly reopen - his eyes watery as he gulped in the fresh air once more.
at nine moons; tiger watched his mother whisper to cricket and the two left in the middle of the night; leaving lion and himself in their den. 'they left us... gods calm down tiger, deep breaths.' and with the help of his brother, tiger calmed himself and the two toms would set out into the wilderness looking for their parents and instead they stumbled across a pack of cats - these cats claimed to be descendants of this windclan and when tiger and lion asked more of the clans - they told them of the others; thunder, shadow and river and both toms would bow their heads and leave this group. by their thirteenth moon the two toms discovered a little she-cat; @skysoul. lion thought she was but the cutest little thing; but with a heated argument with tiger the two toms tried to sneak off - 'you have to do the hunting for two; and still try to train me - do we really need a kitten following us. a girl kitten.' but it would be an invade collection as that night as the two toms slept tiger woke to find the small bundle of fur beside him.
he settled with it; thought grudgingly; and the three cats traveled more until they found the group they had asked questions to - but now there were three leaders in total - tree, hill and creek. with a much carefully thought out plan; tiger approached tree and spoke; 'i am of the thunderclan, as if my brother. i am tiger and this is lion and she is sky.' while not formerly or openly welcomed; the three cats would join this new clan treeclan in the end - and while lion became lionpelt; a warrior, tiger was forced into training; his inability to properly hunt or fight was lacking and he became tigerpaw.
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