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Post by Dawn on Jul 27, 2011 18:18:25 GMT -5
* CLEAR
[/size][/font] I never thought you'd slip away | I guess I was just a little too late
It had been half a year; six moons come and gone, shimmering down on her black pelt, and all the time she was changing and growing stronger and more knowledgeable about the world around her. Through the eyes of others, she had been seen as a bumbling young female; Not much more than a kit, the only thing extraordinary about her roughed over ebony fur and long, clumsy limbs her glacial blue gaze. She had not been a pretty youth nor a wise one, stumbling dumbly into most things without question of safety or sanity. But Clear had always accepted herself, where others hadn't. Clear had always known herself, deep within, in places that those on her journey couldn't see. She had been on a journey, the newly adult she-cat knew that. She had been searching, and now she stood under a fresh dawn, knowing that entirely and knowing what it was that she sought after so lustily. Running her rough pink tongue over her teeth, Clear thought about those she had come to meet. Talon, Atticus, Jango, Halopaw. Dozens of strangers and familiar faces and kin. She thought about those that she would meet in the future; lately, she had given a lot of thought to her father, for kits couldn't certainly be born without fathers, and her's had never been present. Perhaps he was dead and gone, to, well, wherever cats went when they their hearts stopped beating; perhaps, Clear thought, Starclan. That was what Halopaw, the apprentice she met, had told her. Still, it all seemed sketchy; not just this Starclan, but her father not being alive. It was a gut feeling she had, nothing more than the whispering of a butterfly's delicate wings, but still, it was there. She knew two things: one, her father was alive. And two, she had to find him. It was her quest, what she would breathe for. He was out there somewhere!
So breathe in so deep | Breathe me in | I'm yours to keep
So that was what she thought about as she stood under the cool, early sky, watching a few of the pale gray clouds on the horizon drift easily in her direction. Clear didn't sense that she had changed physically much in the time passed, but she had. Her rough, kitten-fluff fur, often catching at thorns and burrs, was now sleek and carried the healthy shine of a well fed forest cat; rather than being ragged and not well groomed, she had grown quite well, appearing lovely and feminine with a long thin tail and a slim body. She had grown slowly out of her awkward stage, but hadn't noticed it much. As usual, she went about her business, hunting in the forest, exploring along the clan boundaries, and generally daydreaming about ridiculous things. For instance, what would the world look like if her eyes were turned upside down, but the rest of her all stayed right side up? She had tried to simulate it by leaping upward and tilting her head backward so as to see the wrong way, but it had ended with Clear landing unsoundly in a patch of brambles. She was just thinking that she might like to try again, seeing as how there was no telling when success might occur, when a stream of golden light struck her curious blue gaze. Temporarily blinded, she was forced to turn away from the rising sun; she had already tried to watch it rise from behind the brilliant blue green hills, and had found herself unable to. It was a shame, not being able to look at something that she was certain was astoundingly beautiful, but it gave her something to wonder about. Halopaw had said that Starclan resided in the stars. Did they also live in the sun? Were they looking out at her now, but she just couldn't tell it because it was too bright? The slim young adult sneaked a glance over her shoulder, but quickly turned away as red flames danced in front of her, closing her eyes tightly against the rays.
And hold onto your words ‘cause talk is cheap | And remember me tonight when you're asleep
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Post by aero ❥ on Jul 31, 2011 20:47:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] sky full of lighters -- Lately his house folk had been acting strange. Moving things, bringing things in. Part of the house was broken and more walls were going up, by the looks of it they were making another room. How they did this puzzled the white tom, but he didn't linger near to find out. The construction was loud and frightening, the men and his owners often shooing him out or locking him up anyway. So, he found himself roaming further and further each time he left the busy household. The other day he had lingered on the outskirts of Trenton itself, finding there in a rather dank alley a test of strength.
Another young tom had challenged him, cornered him. The wall had been too tall to leap; and he could not pass the aggressive tabby. The only way out was a brawl of pointlessness, but a brawl all the same. It had only been his second fight, and you could put money on guess that the kitty-pet had been scared. The tabby had shown some experience, but obviously hadn't received training or the like. Church had been able to catch him in a hiccup, pinning him down and sinking his ivory fangs deeper than necessary into the competitor's neck. That was what pretty much ended the fight, since from there the tabby had screeched and flailed, catching the white tom's ear with his claws as he struggled away, pelting down the narrow back street. Six months ago the kitty-pet would never have wandered that far - and certainly never would have fought. As he plodded across the open terrain, hardly anything seemed terribly different about him. He had grown to his full adult size, being rather big with muscular potential. He had a few scabs still on his ear, but that was temporary. His amber eyes hadn't changed.
What in fact compelled him to start this sudden wandering was nothing to do with conscious decision, but a hormonal and chemical development within his body. (His owners did not believe in taking birthing abilities from animals.) Changing into an adult tomcat caused both temperamental and physical transitions. Even with his naturally friendly disposition he had become slightly combative to the things that had only irritated him before, and his thoughts had lately been lusting after she-cats. His curiosity was also magnified it seemed. Why else would he be past Trenton, so far from his beloved home? He knew little to nothing of the clans, only the nightmarish tales one kitty-pet whispered to another on a spooky night. He didn't even know where they lived - but somehow the trees on the horizon seemed like a good guess. The colors of dawn filled the twilight sky, the sun threatening the shadowed land with it's magnificent glare. His white paws quickly covered ground to pad along, air faint with humidity but not as asphyxiating as most recent mornings. Was it already his second summer? He couldn't recall last summer's weather, if it was a sticky as these sunny days.
Approaching the woods, he became more alert, guard slightly raising as the unfamiliar sight of the trees and undergrowth instilled a wariness inside him. He had never before stepped paw into any type of forest, so his amber orbs were fluttering from detail to detail, soaking it all in with an erratic calm. He wasn't the type to go bouncing around like an excited kit, in fact he lately had been acting rather mature and controlled. All this growing up was odd. Crouching to duck under a broken branch, Church inhaled deeply. Pine was all he knew, but other more outlandish scents tickled his glands as well. He picked up a trace of mouse, Oh and squirrel! He often watched the hairy, chittering creatures scamper along from his favorite window.
Creeping further into the wood, it was a change of scene to be surrounded by unkempt shrubbery and untrimmed trees; compared to his cleanly neighborhood this was as wild as it got. (The sad thing was, he hadn't even entered the real forest yet!) Relatively noisy as he continued making his own path, something he caught a whiff of sent his mind spiraling into thought. It was terribly familiar, it even distantly reminded him of...himself? He craned his head to see around, maybe catch a glimpse of what he was sensing. It wasn't in plain sight, so he would have to search, eh? Determination in every movement, he pushed through a tangled patch of undergrowth, insects buzzing in a zigzag pattern away as the foliage shook. Inch by inch the smell was growing stronger, and he now realized it was cat. Names and faces flashed in his mind, but he wasn't quite sure who radiated the particular aroma. Bumbling into a new section of terrace, he saw a she-cat, (Yes, he could instantly tell gender as well as who it was.) the perception of this cat bringing on a rush of emotions.
"Clear?" He had only met her once, but she was his sister all the same. It was strange, to see family. His owners had only kept him, selling the rest to other people all over Trenton. Last time they had met, she was a bright young cat that was curious and ever positive - innocent and maybe a little too oblivious to the things around her. Now she looked as full-grown as himself, had her personality too warped with age?
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Post by Dawn on Aug 2, 2011 4:45:07 GMT -5
* CLEAR
[/size][/font] I never thought you'd slip away | I guess I was just a little too late
She was too occupied with her thoughts to taste the air, but it would have been difficult, anyway, to catch her littermate's scent, for he was in the trees, and she stood in a clearing opened into. For another thing, there was no breeze; whatever had previously drifted scents and leaf litter about had died all together, leaving only silence in it's wake. This was always a curiosity to Clear. Perhaps today the wind is tired. She was apt to think, as she began to groom her sleek pelt with absent minded care. One of her favorite things to do was to roll in the dirt, truthfully enough, and once the sun caught ablaze her jet black pelt, every spec was visible, at times making her appear a dusty brown. She was easily distracted, however, and when she heard the loud noises of another cat crashing toward her, surely not careful of it's feet, Clear lifted her head and gazed peculiarly into the brush. Blue eyes catching here and there at the familiar tom, she studied him. The female was not one to find others handsome or note such things, but had she been, she would have seen clearly his attractive features. The tom had a white pelt, which very much reminded her of the clouds in color. She could tell right away that he was a kittypet; his belly fur hung downward, and she noticed other areas where he was not tucked up in the way a forest cat would be. There were also several other reasons she could tell; for one, he had plodded through the woods with abandon, not caring who heard him or knowing of danger; and for another thing, he carried the scents of twolegs, and kittypet food, and other things she instantly knew despite how long she had been absent from them. It was her brother, Church!
He had always been the largest of the litter, and she had seen him when she still lived with her twolegs, quite a long time ago. Church had grown a lot bigger, she saw that simply. She had seen almost a full change of seasons in the forest, she thought, and it showed in her lean muscle. Clear, also, was larger than she had been before. She was not the runt of her siblings but was indeed built with small definition. Her brother had been larger than her then, and still stood noticeably taller than her, with thicker limbs, though with less muscle. Clear carried no twoleg scent to her fur, but seeing him took her back to the brother that she had lived with, Moritz, and her owners. She had all but forgotten them, and that they might expect her to come back. In any case, the little black female never had, being too curious to live the way she had in her early life any longer. She did miss her brother though, so it was nice that she would meet some kin of her's without having to venture into the twolegplace. She immediately abandoned her washing and padded to his side, having new found cautious steps from living around so many dangers, but still being too excited to keep away. "Church! It's you!" She touched his shoulder roughly with her nose, then backed away again as if she hadn't gotten a proper look at him the first time. "I thought I'd never see you again."
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Post by aero ❥ on Aug 2, 2011 14:29:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] sky full of lighters -- Was it wrong for the white tom to be baffled by her appearance? She had grown a considerable amount, though still smaller than he. Her lean muscles and thin figure belittled his own large but slightly flabby shape, and though he felt it made her no better and him no worse he longed for his brawn to be so clearly seen. Delving further into her beauty, he found in fact that she was attractive. Of course he would never be attracted to her like that, (The thought caused bile to rise in his throat.) but since his newly developed interest in the feminine gender was in full force, of course he would notice. She had that wild presence, something that not only set them apart on a physical level but deeper. The events in their lives had been more than flesh deep, and so it was only natural their improvements were as well.
Watching her swiftly though cautiously approach, he brightened. "Church! It's you!" His amber eyes twinkled, tail flicking in greeting. Indeed it was him, so unlikely the sight. "I thought I'd never see you again." Oh, had she? He hadn't given much thought to her truthfully, especially as of late. But, digging deep, he guessed he had shared the same belief. What were the odds? This was a terribly lucky reunion, no doubt. What has she been up to? By the looks of it spending a lot of time outdoors! Did she ever visit twolegs? Where did she live? What did she eat on a typical day? His imagination ran with these questions, dreaming up it's own answers. The biggest question caused him to stutter. "D-Do you live with the clans?" It was unexpected, but he had to know. She smelled like she could of been - with all the scents of summer grass and shadowy forests clinging to her black pelt.
And what would be his reaction if she said yes? Shock obviously, but what would he say? His kin a clan cat! How outlandish it seemed! (Though little did he know it wasn't outlandish in the least.) He would ask questions, yes that was what he would do. What the feral felines were like, if she liked living that way, did she regret joining, did she ever miss house cat living, did she have a family? From the looks of it, the reply to the last question would be a no. But she could have a mate all the same. Even without knowing why, he felt a little protective, like any big brother would. Factually any adult forest cat could beat the large kitty-pet within minutes of a fight, but he would take on any number of them for the she-cat that stood in front of him. He didn't know her, but she was kin and his loyalty to that fact alone was enough.
Church waited quietly for her answer, not knowing what to expect.
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Post by Dawn on Aug 6, 2011 20:04:01 GMT -5
* CLEAR
[/size][/font] I never thought you'd slip away | I guess I was just a little too late
Like her brother, she hadn't spent a lot of time pondering if she would see her siblings. Clear had visited Moritz, but she didn't want her twolegs to see her around. Her brother had told her that they were distraught about her leaving for a while, and had taken to making him stay in at night, much to his annoyance. She didn't want them to see her, so she had kept her visits short, even if she couldn't stand to stay away from her beloved brother for very long. He'd been the only of the kits that was still in her life, and now out of no where there was another, one unexpected, to fill the gap. Little did she know her family was quite large, and that the forest was filled with kin of her's. In Clear's world, her family was her missing father, who she was desperate to find; her mother, who was absent, and not terribly on her mind; and her brother, Moritz. She knew distantly that there were several others that shared her blood, though. The white tom standing before her, an opposite in coloring, was one of these, a brother that she hadn't had. There was also Pumpkin, though she hadn't seen her in a very long time- the rest Clear couldn't put a name to. They were bleary faces from the past, ones that she may never recover.
The clans! Recognition and warmth surged into her veins at the mention, along with mingled curiosity and confusion. Church thought that was where she had been? Of course he wouldn't know that she had been a kittypet until less than a year ago. Not many would to look at her now; she had become a feral cat so young. At first the slim black female had been not sleek but scrawny; it had taken her a while, and then she had learned how to hunt, to an impressive degree for a cat whose blood it wasn't in. She had, however, not yet fought with any cat, nor witnessed fighting, nor knew anything about it. It was a wonder to those who now kept their eye out for the cheerful young she-cat that she hadn't met anyone dangerous yet. If she should ever be attacked, the day dreaming she-cat would easily be torn to shreds; it wasn't that she was weak, but her head was full of cotton fluff, and she wouldn't know what was happening or what to do. Did she live with the clans? Of course not, but she remembered every tiny bit of information she had heard of them, she could pretend easily! Clear knew about the apprentices, the warriors, the leaders, Starclan; she knew all this without knowing, without experiencing, from what clan cats had told her. And still, there was something about her that was drawn into the deepest boundaries of the forest, toward things she should have known to be dangerous.
"No, I'm just a loner." She responded brightly, for Clear could never lie to anyone, much less her brother. "But it's amazing, the forest!" Clear exclaimed with a kind of enthusiasm only a curious kittypet turned loner could have. "A sparrow, even the smallest, tastes far better than kittypet food any day. And the water is fresh and clear and beautiful... Always running and flowing. I've met the forest cats, too!"
OOC. Haha, i can just see her being like, 'CHURCH, BROTHER, LET'S GO ON A MAGICAL ADVENTURE TOGETHER TO MEET OUR FATHER!' xD
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