written in bone {shadow!}

[lionpaw]

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[atrb=background, i51.tinypic.com/zxzwp.jpg] Flareheart sat nearly alone in the sunny grove, her golden eyes peering up at the swaying canopy of green leaves. The breeze gently rustled the boughs of the trees, invoking a kind of whisper from the small forest. The slowly setting sun was shining through the curtain of leaves and creating small, hazy rays of light that dappled her silver and black fur. It seemed almost like magic, but Flareheart knew better. It was really just sunlight catching dust and other things floating in the air, which created the golden-orange glow that now caught her pelt and eyes as well. She liked that it wasn't magic, though. She found that when she could completely explain what was happening, everything seemed so much more beautiful. Like when the sky looks more blue that usual, it's because there had just been rain, and the lake was swollen with water that was reflecting into StarClan's territory. Hmm. StarClan. Now there was an anomaly. StarClan was something in her mind that she could not logically explain, which often unnerved her. The only logical explanation she could muster for the "ghostly" cats, was that they were simply the minds of cats who have passed, minds that could only come to be in another cat's mind. It was something that happened in the brain, therefor, StarClan itself was something that existed in the minds of living cats. Now, that was only one possible theory, and it was still less than satisfactory. Flareheart frowned a little, looking down at her paws where a small skeleton lay. Yes, she had been nearly alone. But there in front of her was a small skeleton of a rabbit she had discovered. Flareheart smiled. Now there was something she could explain and analyse and pick apart with her mind without being proven wrong. She looked at the bones and knew that some were missing, namely many of the paw-bones and the tail, and few ribs. But she didn't need those to tell the life story of this little rodent. Flareheart didn't even have look very closely to know that the pelvis indicated that the rabbit was female. The clavicle was matured, indicating that the rabbit had been adult at the time of it's death. The tibia on the animal's front leg had clearly been broken quite badly, but some slight remodeling in the bone showed that it had been para-mortem. The increased loss of bone mass showed that the rabbit had more than likely died from malnourished, most likely because of it's broken leg that had never properly healed. Judging by the stage of decomposition (no flesh), and the clean bones, it had mostly likely died moons ago. Flareheart smiled, her amber eyes glimmering with satisfaction. Now that was something that she enjoyed. Not battling or discussing StarClan or gossip. This thoughtful warrior preferred to find out what made the world tick. She found the science of everything to be far more fascinating than anything else. Carefully, Flareheart picked up each bone, one by one, and carried it to a small hole, most likely an some old rabbit den, and placed the bones inside. Inside the hole were plenty of other bones and rocks and dried leaves and many other things that were obviously from other parts of the territory. Yes, Flareheart had a strange fascination with how things worked, and she kept many of her little projects inside that old rabbit den. The beautiful she-cat carefully rolled a large rock over the mouth of the hole, covering the evidence of her little hiding place. What would the Clan think of her if they saw her collection of scientific tests? She shuddered at the thought. The Clan didn't like her all that much as it was. Flareheart was a strange cat that was very literal, and hard to get along with. While she easily could pass as one of the most beautiful cats in TempestClan, she just didn't quite fit in. She wasn't aggressive and she wasn't headstrong. Rather, she preferred to think, to gather all facts, and to try and know everything. If there is information being kept from her, any cat could bet their life that she would find it out, whether it be of her own accord, or if she somehow got it out of them. She wasn't one to battle or spar, and wasn't very good at any of it. That's not to say she couldn't defend herself, because if someone set her off, she could probably surprise him initially and then take her leave, but a long battle? No way. Battle wasn't her only weakness, either. Flareheart looked at the stone that covered her little hide-out and placed a silver paw on it, feeling her heart flutter just a little bit. Her only friends lay behind that stone. The she-cat felt a small tinge of sadness settle over her, knowing that the one friend she did have, her brother, had died only a moon ago. She supposed she could consider her mother a friend, for her mother loved her unconditionally. But did the elder she-cat understand her? Hardly. Flareheart up at the sky that was no a fiery orange from the setting sun, and then backed away from the stone. Bones spoke to her, wind spoke to her, stones spoke to her.. Everything but other cats she could understand, and everything but other cats could understand her. She felt as if she didn't belong in TempestClan most of the time, her very intellectual way of being sharply contrasted against their aggressive and strong minds and bodies. She was still loyal to TempestClan, and she would be, but would there ever be a cat she understood? Would there ever be a cat that saw the beauty in science the way she did? Most likely not. She shook her head. What use was feeling sorry for herself? She was intelligent, gorgeous, and perfectly healthy. She had many reasons to be happy. She took a deep, satisfying breath and smiled, looking around at the beautiful grove, a small stream from snowmelt trickling by on the far side. A pleasant feeling settling over her mind, Flareheart trotted over to the little stream and dipped down to take a drink. The water was freezing, shocking her teeth and her throat for a moment. She gasped from the cold when her toes touched the liquid, but she slowly got used to it and took more of a drink, letting the chilling refreshment wake up all of her senses and her nerves. She felt a light happiness again, entirely content with being alone again. What had been thinking? It didn't matter if the cats in TempestClan were so different from her. She still had her bones. It had been entirely illogical to pine for someone to sympathize with her. She had the physical companionship of her Clanmates and a mother for love (which was really nothing more than chemicals racing through their brains), what more could she be possibly need? Still, despite these thoughts, there was still a nagging sense of isolation in the back of her mind. muse; okay status; done tags; shadow/alexander notes; she's completely mad, but i love her. <3 Alex could just stumble upon her or something, and she'd get all excited over having some company.

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