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Post by Dawn on Mar 5, 2011 22:09:33 GMT -5
* JETFANG
[/size][/font] Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
Prisoners in their own territory. Prisoners to their feelings. It was sickness, being trapped in the Vertigoclan camp. He could deal with it when there was a chance to get out into the forest, to walk beside the water with light bouncing off of its surface. But the darkness of camp each day drove him to madness and depression, forcing his mood down with every day. Taking away his lightness of mood, in being able to enjoy a simple task, helping out around the camp. It made him see the darker side of things, to feel like they would always be prisoners of the predator, with its sharp fangs and foul scent. He had not been invited, even, to the gathering, a few days away, his only chance to get out of the camp. Nothing was good about the world today.
But Jetfang was never the type to voice a complaint, to mope around and let others feel sorry for him. He had felt that as an apprentice, being held back from his ceremony for half a moon to grieve for the loss of Shiverpaw. He had been empty, thoughtless. He would not allow himself to be that way again. Ever since that dark time he had poured himself into everything he did, working tirelessly, enjoying the effort. Today, as the sun rose over Vertigoclan again, without heed to the sadness felt there, Jetfang put on a brave face. He felt weakness in his muscles, had no strength to get up and to go about the day without fear; but he did so anyway, forcing himself to stand and make his way out of the Warriors Den at first light. Even with ghosts on his mind, he let his mismatched gaze, one eye blazing amber and the other a shining ice blue, meet those of his clanmates. He settled by the edge of the fresh kill pile, barren and half empty, and began to clean his coarse black coat and massive white paws, deciding that this was a start. His positivity gave him energy, and by the time he had finished he had psyched himself up, prepared for a day of training and hunting.
It was a disappointment to be unable to leave camp. There was a chance, with a large group of cats, but not by much. Still, he held hope that he would be chosen anyway, knowing that without hope to light a path he would want only to go back to his den and sleep long into the day. So Jetfang turned and began to sift through the fresh kill pile, searching for prey eaten by maggots. It was a repulsive sight, prey once healthy and edible with a belly full of writhing white worms. It was fortunate that he found none, and though his belly rumbled with desire to make a meal of at least a small gray mouse, he forced himself to hold steady. Instead, he took this mouse in his jaws, as well as a young raven, and headed for the den where Vertigoclan's elders, two she-cats, made their nests.
"Brittlewing, Darkclaw. May Starclan walk with you in these difficult times."[/b] The large black tom-cat, with his unusual white and ebony facial markings, greeted the elderly females with respect. Despite the feelings in the camp, of unhappiness and fear, the elders were in a good mood, and cheerfully chattered with Jetfang for a while, throwing about comments of why such a good young fellow was not settling down with a family, and then telling stories of their own about love, famine, and predators. Darkclaw reassured him that she had faced far worse in her time than the clan did now, and despite her carrying tone, Jetfang sincerely hoped that she was correct, and that they would make it through alright. By the time he returned to the clearing others were waking, apprentices and warriors alike, and he greeted all with a friendly tone, dipping his head and flicking the tip of his tail over ears. [/size] [/blockquote] |
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Post by lily ♫ on Mar 6, 2011 19:38:55 GMT -5
LILYTHORN** let's see if i can muster up enough emotion to cry [/font][/size][/center] Nights weren't treating her well lately, not since Abyssbird's death. Her obsidian pelt and bright, shining azure eyes pierced through her dreams along with her muffled caterwauls of pain and surprise. Why couldn't they have saved her? The deputy had asked herself that question not but a million times. Couldn't the Warriors of VertigoClan open their ears and listen for the very first signs of distress? But no, it couldn't have been stopped. Lilythorn knew very well that the young queen had most likely been taken entirely by surprise and had known not to struggle too much, or her death would be much harder. Though she wished the she-cat had suffered no pain, Lilythorn herself had fresh enough scratches from the wolf to know that its fiery might was ferocious and it wanted each cat to suffer. Shuddering, the ginger dusted she-cat rolled over in her nest, trying to let sleep claim her once more.
It wasn't working, though. Not even the fresh moss that separated her lean bodice from the needle strewn ground could help her feel comfortable, and the she-cat reluctantly pulled herself up from her nest and into a sitting position. There was hardly any light coming in the entrance as of yet, but Lily could feel it in the air that dawn was nearing. A crisp, springtime chill came over her then, causing her to shiver slightly. Sleep was now entirely out of the metaphoric picture. Shaking her lithe body, the she-cat closed her eyes but for a moment and stumbled lightly over a fellow Warrior. She whispered her apologies to Flamingarrow before emerging fitfully into the camp. The fear scent hit her like a wall. When would this great menace leave them? Pondered the she-cat, pulling her eye lids open more, irritation flaring up just a bit as the exhaustion she had felt since the previous night made them heavy.
A familiar black and white shape came out from the Elder's den at that point, and Lilythorn smiled as her tail wriggled happily up in the air. Padding softly over toward the tom, she opened her maw to speak as he greeted those cats around them in a very friendly tone. "Good morning, Jet-" Her meow was cut off by a sufficiently tired young obsidian apprentice approached. "Jetfang, I'm going back to my nest.
[/b]" Gloompaw cried, a yawn escaping the young boy as he turned about and stopped through the camp and to the Apprentice's den. " Well," She began, glancing around her to check for more interuptions. " He seems to have stayed up all night, the mischevious creature." Lilythorn mewed, looking up slightly at Jetfang's mismatched eyes. " I do hope he didn't wander out of camp." Fretted the deputy, her tone worriedly growing more and more high-pitched as she continued to speak. Her paws ached for the pine forest and the rockslide, but Lynxstar's words rang through her ears once more. " Hmm, I just called you Jet, didn't I? Seems like every VertigoClan cat has some type of nickname."[/right][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Dawn on Mar 6, 2011 20:17:25 GMT -5
* JETFANG
[/size][/font] Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
His mood was steady as the waves that broke the lakeshore, no longer lingering in darkness. He could only move forward from here. Lack of food had made him lean, but muscle was still present beneath a well kept black pelt, and the gleam in his mismatched lights only helped to enhance his health. Keeping up a pace across the camp, heading back toward the Fresh Kill pile, he spotted Gloompaw padding toward him from the corner of his eye. Jetfang's thoughts were occupied; he decided that he might take prey also to the medicine cat, Pomegranatefur, who was, by far, not his favorite cat, especially after speaking out against Lynxstar, but yet another he treated with respect. He could see a thin squirrel at the edge of the pile from his position, which would suit the ginger medicine cat well, and his stomach ached for a taste of it. Hunger was pushed from his mind as another cat greeted him, yet another whom he owed his respect- Lilythorn, deputy of Vertigoclan.
But his kindness toward her was in no way false, not forced respect. Lilythorn was kind to all around her, making a point of it, and her strength was more than admirable- he knew that, just as he had had hard times, she too had known time and again what it was to lose. He was her senior by only one moon, and had known her for her entire life, sharing a den with her as kits and apprentices and now as warriors- but only recently had the two become closer friends, beginning to speak more often. Catching her ice colored gaze, blue as the new dawn, he pricked his ears as she spoke a greeting, or half of one. Before she could finish Jetfang's apprentice, a sable young tom named Gloompaw, padded up and informed him that he was returning to his nest. Eyes, ice and fire, glimpsed Gloompaw for a moment with concern before he chuckled faintly and tapped the back of the apprentice with his tail as he padded away. "With luck we will train later, with a patrol. For now, rest well!" There was not much for Gloompaw to do as it was, so he had no quarrel with giving him extra rest. Despite his actions, Jetfang himself still half wished to crawl back into the moss and rest until all of the terrors had gone away. To wake, and find that the predator had been all of a silly nightmare, and then to greet Abyssbird with a smile and tell her that he had dreamed of her.
Jetfang stifled a slight yawn, baring his ivory fangs to the new day. He had shown concern of his own for the apprentice, but Lilythorn's was unbearable, her voice rising as if she longed to simply give in to the misery in the camp. It was almost as if the cats here were looking for a reason to screech and turn tail, unable to admit to themselves that they were numbing to the terror of it all. "He is safe, and that's all that matters. If he's wandered, I'll have a good talk with him once he's rested." Jetfang reassured, flicking his tail to show that it was nothing to worry about. "Besides,"[/b] the tom added, twitching his whiskers, "I've got half a mind to make a break for it myself, being locked up in camp all the days!" He knew that once he was out into the territory again he would half expect everything to have changed; it was comforting to reach into his memories and think of the good times he had had in the forest, before fear had been unleashed into his world and had made it a hellish place to live. [/blockquote] [/size] |
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Post by lily ♫ on Mar 22, 2011 17:37:12 GMT -5
LILYTHORN** let's see if i can muster up enough emotion to fly [/font] Her fluffy, ginger dusted cream bodice rose and fell in time with Jetfang's. Their breathing was at the exact same pace, and Lilythorn found this to be soothing. A small source of comfort amidst the tears and sorrow - wasn't that what all cats looked for? Just barely hidden away now was a sad smile, the same one the VertigoClan Deputy always seemed to carry on her white splashed maw. Not often was it that she was able to smile as brightly and strongly as she wanted to, especially when the Clan was now ravaged by the wolf. Taking a moment to recollect the past few seasons, the ginger she-cat's shiny cerulean eyes grew distant, as if in a bad dream.
From the time that little Flamingpaw had been taken by MaliceClan to the birth of Radianteclipse's and Emeraldfire's kits had been a long stretch of sorrow. Then it had been peaceful for a short while with the youngest Warriors birkcering and having their names torn from them and replaced with their apprentice names that they had worked so hard to get rid of. After that, Flamingarrow had been the one with the sorrow, the loss, with losing all but one of her kits along with her so-called mate. She'd even missed Heatpaw's apprenticeship ceremony, having been captured only a short while by Knife.
It was then that the obsidian and ivory tom beside her spoke, pulling her quickly to the present. 'I've never really lived for myself. Even now I'm worrying to death over Gloompaw and Spellpaw!' Lilythorn thought before clearing her throat and looking at the male Warrior with mismatched eyes. "Yes, I do suppose it is maddening being trapped in here. It's better with a friend around to share it with, though." She meowed optimistically, flicking the tom playfully with her tail. More thoughts rushed through her mind, most of them that of mischief and other types of trouble. Lowering her voice until it was only a husky, breathy whisper, she proposed an idea. "Since you have half a mind to get out of here, I'll give you the other half."
Her eyes were shadowed with a new, fresh darkness, tentatively erupting from her normal calmness. 'I'm going to live for myself from now on. This is my only life to live as of now, and it's time for me to live it!' Pointing nonchalantly with her tail toward a 'ack' entrance to the dark VertigoClan camp, she opened her maw to speak once more. "Should we?" She asked, suddenly afraid to make such a decision on her own. Her paws itched for the territory like mad, but Lilythorn would only go if Jetfang went too.
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Post by Dawn on Mar 22, 2011 21:03:38 GMT -5
* JETFANG
[/size][/font] Sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
Jetfang did not remember the same as Lilythorn did, nor did he note that their chests rose and fell to the same rhythm; for he was somewhat stricken, for a good moment, by the sun. The gray clouds seemed to shift and allow rays of light to bounce about the clearing, to turn his black fur even darker, and, fascinatingly enough, Lilythorn's fur glowed even a warmer gold, drawing his mismatched amber and ice eyes. It was a lovely picture, the dark camp alit momentarily by bright sun, faint colors turned vivid and beautiful. Every cat relished in its rays, no matter how quickly they faded to a dim glow. His gaze twinkled, a faint grin appearing upon his maw; not merely from the beauty of the cats around, and of course the deputy herself in front of him, but also from the warm feeling radiating through his pelt. Greenleaf was coming on the wind, even if Newleaf had only just arrived. It would be here, soon he hoped, and then the good days would return. The days when prey was plentiful and every cat had a full belly. When apprentices grew taller and stronger and lean with sleek fur. Everything was infinitely more beautiful during the warmest of days, even if sometimes he dreaded going out under the hot sun.
And he was hardly lost into his thoughts when Lilythorn spoke, pleasantly, and he too forced himself to remain focused. He knew how she worried of his apprentice, Gloompaw, just as he found himself worrying for Lionpaw and Falconpaw. They were no kin of his; not actual kits, no, not by blood; but he loved them just as he would his own daughter and son. Jetfang cared greatly for the youth in the clan, and was glad to have Gloompaw as his apprentice, however much he too internally worried as he monitored his progress. Jetfang grinned, tapped by the deputy's tail in playful remark. Of course he could always count on her to say something reassuring; she would never try and dishearten another warrior. But what he did not expect of her was her voice lowering tremendously and allowing him seemingly to lean nearer to hear it, curiosity dancing in his mismatched eyes. And then, of course, once he heard of her proposal, he couldn't help but chuckle. It reminded him of his apprenticeship, truthfully, the two of them, Lilypaw and Jetpaw- both fully grown warriors, of course, herself at the second highest rank in the camp, and yet he allowed himself to think back to his apprentice ceremony. It seemed everything was much less serious then. Now everything had consequences, had to have a reason. He felt sorry for the young cats growing up in this time; denied of a true time of innocence. A time that was safe, well protected by mentors and older warriors, always thinking that someone else was there to make sure they never fell through. Now no one can watch over us, no one but Starclan; we must be our own guides, and let our hearts tug our paws in the right path.
Jetfang quieted his faint laughter, hearing her quieter question. She seemed to feel hesitant now, and he was struck by how gentle the golden feline seemed at times. How fearful she could be, and yet she was one of the bravest warriors he had known. "You're the deputy, if I know my facts! Shouldn't you be giving the orders, 'O' Mighty Lilythorn?"[/color] He taunted in a soft voice, no harshness to the tease. This of course betrayed that he agreed with her, but he didn't want to make the decision either, for he might have felt that he was pushing the other cat into something she didn't want. Still, refreshed by the new feeling radiating from the she-cat, he twisted to gaze at the opening, and smiled with a humorous warmth. "Want me to go first, or you?"[/color] [/size] [/blockquote] |
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Post by lily ♫ on Mar 23, 2011 22:43:29 GMT -5
LILYTHORN** let's see if i can muster up enough emotion to die [/font][/center][/size] Anticipation prickled in her long fur, buzzing on her as if it were static electricity - as if a single spark would light her on fire and burn down the entirety of the pine forest. If that happened, well, the Clan wouldn't be worrying about the wolf anymore, just a bunch of burns, but the other Clans might help collect aloe plants for them, right?
Lilythorn shook her head lightly disspelling her silly thoughtss and smiled serenely at Jet. Sure, she didn't need to stop and wait for his opinion. Just like he pointed it out to her, she was Deputy for StarClan's sake! "Oh, yes, of course. Now if only everyone called my Mighty Lilythorn, then I might make snap decisions." She mewed pointedly, expressing the sole fact that she couldn't always bend the rules for herself.
Quick decisions had nearly killed her before, but then again, Reflectedrain's life had been saved by her swift skill and agility in distracting the wolf. Remembering the events of not even a few days prior made the few scratches on herself throb for a moment or two, and Lilythorn made a mental note to check the dock bushes close to camp for Pomengranatefur. These cuts from the wolf infected easily, and though her own weren't infected, they still had pangs of pain like no tomorrow.
Slyly grinning quite openly at the mismatched tom, the ginger and cream she-cat threw her head back like she owned the world. "I'll lead, Jet, dear." She cried out quietly in a dramatic style, stepping toward the back entrance to the camp. It was near the nursery, but the obvious lack of queens was strongly present. Turning back to look at Jetfang, she nodded. "Wait a few heartbeats before following; let's try not to get the whole Clan after us. Lynxstar's got it out for a few of us already." Ordered Lilythorn before pawing her way through camp, weaving away from the small groupings of bored cats.
Slipping through the tight space, a thorn caught in her pelt and the she-cat nearly cursed out loud. Instead, she held it inside, and tumbled not so gracefully toward one of the pine trees. She was immediately met with the stench of canine, and all of her mind and body wanted nothing but to go back inside the camp and order all the Warriors to patch up the hole to be better protected.
Guiltily, she did nothing of the sort and waited as calmly as she could for Jetfang to follow her, though her heart felt heavy with her actions already. What would the Clan do if they were attacked? What would happen if Lilythorn was needed direly to protect her clanmates like she had during the assessment?
Just as her tail sweped lightly at the pine needles below, the she-cat cleared away the dusty thoughts into a corner of her mind edged at by cobwebs, though these had not been used to stop bleeding. They were there simply from age, not danger. Sighing, she watched the makeshift exit pleadingly, hoping Jetfang would come quickly before they were discovered.
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Post by Dawn on Mar 27, 2011 12:50:13 GMT -5
* JETFANG
[/size][/font] Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
You know that only the good die young
Jetfang might have chuckled had he known the thoughts of the she-cat standing before him. The reasoning for this was that his fur too seemed to stand on end, fiery shivers splintering along his back and chilling his neck. He could feel the tension in his chest, as if every breath he took could change the future and every movement could tell stories. "Well, with a bit of persuasion..." He grinned. Of course, if all cats called her Mighty Lilythorn, he wouldn't feel very special to be calling her that, now would he?
Jetfang had not yet run into the wolf, the predator, which stalked them in every shadow it seemed. Anxiety bit his throat, a sharp pang of fear for them, for Lilythorn. But she had handled herself with the creature before, and he trusted that the two of them could make it out of an encounter alive. Was this a mistake? He thought of how angry Lynxstar would be if she heard that they had been injured. Was it foolish to go out together, to steal a few moments from the terror they lived in?
His maw twitched into a warm smile as she picked up the decision making, and addressed him as 'Jet.' He had already planned to wait a while before following, so it was no shock to him for her to remind him. Jetfang turned and glanced across the camp, then nodded, still half wondering what they were getting themselves into. He shook his doubts away; Lilythorn was the deputy, and he was an experienced warrior. They knew what they were getting into. but couldn't they have chosen a better time to run off into the pines together? couldn't they have waited for a time when the clan was safer? No... his paws tugged him to follow her, drawn after the golden feline. This escape could not wait.
He glanced backward again, then casually began to pad over to the opening, casting a half glance with his blue eye toward the apprentice den. He hoped that Gloompaw and Lionpaw wouldn't get into too much trouble. Feeling his heart beat all the faster as he cleared the other felines and drew nearer the exit, he hurried himself to follow Lilythorn through, and into the open forest.
The black tom cat thought he would feel relief, freedom, to be at last into the clear air, not polluted with worry and fear. But instead he felt torn in two, compelled against his better nature to follow the deputy deeper into the forest- yet being drawn back to camp, where he should stay. Where he could be safe and be sure that Lilythorn was, too. Where I could live and die a warrior, or even rot away as an elder, losing my sight and senses with nothing left to remember? To be one of the numbers, bleeding my life out on the battlefield? Shaking his coat and causing another shiver of tension, he gazed at the blue eyed feline for a moment, then shook a tendril loose from his tail and stood with a faint, unsure smile.
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Post by lily ♫ on Mar 29, 2011 20:23:12 GMT -5
lilythorn**
my god, amazing that we got this far, it's like we're chasing all those stars [/font] The ginger she-cat pawsteps were tentative as she pressed her pads firmly down into the prickly pine needles. Her tail wafted generous amounts of musky forest scents into her mouth, and it was all the deputy could do to not cry out with pleasure at this childish excursion. It'd been far too long since she'd been able to venture out into the territory, especially without a reason to be doing so. Having changed her stance since we left her last, Lilythorn now stood facing the forest head-on, cerulean eyes ablaze with animalosity. This is exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and what was good for her. Looking back to where Jetfang now stood, she smiled. "Nothing holding us back now except our thoughts, Jet." The deputy mewed cooly, turning her neck back and watching the sunbeams dance carefully in the prickled canopy above. Bird calls rang in the air like a Twoleg monster revving its engine. VertigoClan land held much amazement.
As if an idea struck her, the she-cat dropped immediately into a crouch as she heard the soft rustle of a mouse's small paws tearing at bracken to make its nest. Lunging forward silently a step at a time, the pale, creamy ginger she-cat launched herself onward, plunging her claws deep into the minuet bodice of the kill. From habit, her lips formed the words of the traditional prayer to StarClan for the kill, and rolled it carefully into the dirt. "Might as well make up an excuse, hmm?" She cried, eyes twinkling as she looked back at the tom once more. His multi-colored gaze intrigued her more now than ever, as it blended in handsomely with his obsidian patched white fur. Jetfang was a sleek tom, and quite a grand warrior, too. Not to mention he was pleasantly mannered and kind also.
ooc: icky post, sorry! orioleflash's will be better in ZC. anyways, i think jet should start getting flirty or something so that lilythorn can laugh it off because she can't take love seriously because of her past which will spin off into another thread, but with flamingarrow who's like lily's sister/daughter figure and knows what happened to her. he'll have to kind of work for it because flaming doesn't want lily hurt because what happened before was *~bad~*. then jet can be all, "I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, MISS DEPUTYFASE. |:" and we can have another thread for that too. (but this thread is nowhere near over yet, dawnie <3)
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Post by Dawn on Apr 2, 2011 14:16:27 GMT -5
* JETFANG
[/size][/font] Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
You know that only the good die young
Jetfang lifted his head eagerly, finding himself quite tall, a brawny Vertigoclan warrior. He gazed silently after the deputy; she did not need to speak for him to know what she was thinking. There were no words needed to communicate the desire to run free, shunning their pent up existence as they had been taught to shun the kittypet life style. No words could communicate, either, the way the forest felt under paw and how he felt now. It could be said by the quiet bird call, the suns rays creating a deep black sheen to his namesake coat; this was their secret language, one he would never begin to understand. But still Lilythorn spoke anyway, after what seemed a long pause, turning back to him and smiling, which warmed him greatly. And she was right, he knew; nothing was keeping them here, absolutely nothing. But they had to move away from the camp quickly, before his restraining thoughts could get a tighter claw hold and drag him back. Besides, if any cat had grown suspicious, they could easily hear them if they should think to stop by the wall.
Before he could mention this aloud, half thinking now she might have already thought of it, Lilythorn dropped into the movement of a hunter. He was captivated by Lilythorn's swift killing of the mouse, golden body in tune with the forest's urgings as she sank her claws into the small creature. It was effortless, like clawing into rich loamy soil; he remained silent as she sent a quiet prayer, then smiled lightly. "The clan needs prey more than anything. They can't find fault in us hunting, can they?" In truth he had already thought that they might use that, as many moments by themselves only to speak in the forest, made him faintly nervous. Of course, as the wind cooled his hot black pelt, he realized, they could let the rustling of leaves and the whispering of the wind speak for them. Still, his voice carried a tone of grateful compliment that she had thought of the idea, and he wasn't struck once by guilt that they were less than honest with their early morning affairs. "Let's get away from here." He suggested, remaining polite with an ember of familiar warmth in his voice. Clearly, the warrior was not used to giving orders to the deputy. And though his voice was purely suggesting, never pushing, he didn't want Lilythorn to think he was giving her an order. He simply wanted to get out into the forest!
ooc. :3 Yuss, this thread definitely has a lot of potential we can work out of it. The only problem with him getting flirty is that he's much too polite. D: But maybe he can be a little bit tender at times just in how he is, while they're out exploring the terrain, and maybe Lilythorn just thinks it's nothing, Jetfang is just being friendly to her. And of course as they become closer friends they can open up to each other about stuff, pasts and Shivermoon and stuff, but we should definitely take it slowly, build up to it? /wants lots of good threads 8'D
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