familiar places, unfamiliar {faces} {lace}

[Wolfy]

Islandsplash
You don't know what it's like to be outside the crowd
And you don't know what it's like, to be left out
And you don't know how it feels, to be you're best friend
On the outside looking in.

Maybe in a fresh blink of an eye, the torrents of loneliness would leave the orange she-cat's pelt, but however much she tried to think on the bright side, her mind was swept away by the sounds of laughter in a different world and scents from a far off land. Some warrior right? Can't even keep her mind on the present? Well Islandsplash was like that. She could get cleverly distracted and never understand when she does. She has dreams all the time about what she could be doing, but never gets around to doing it. Ever since her apprentice has grown up and Dreamfeather has more to do, Islandsplash feels like she did when she was a 'paw. She feels left out and lonely. Not like the perky, trolly self she always been. But Islandsplash tried to remain optimistic. Padding restlessly around the camp, Islandsplash kept a well aware eye out for Dreamfeather, though she never showed. Shrugging, Islandsplash slithered over to the fresh-kill pile and rummaged through it before picking up a piece for herself. She glanced around TempestClan camp and spotted an orange pelt, much like her own. She blinked when she recognized Flamestripe. She had never really spoken to her clanmate, but now was a good time she mused.

Padding over with a full mouth, Islandsplash sat down next to him. "Mind if I join you?"[/color] she paused and sat her prey down before tucking her paws underneath her and gazing at him with her brilliant blue eyes. Awkwardly, Islandsplash wrapped her fluffy orange tail around herself and blinked at him, awaiting a response.

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The sky was an eerie loach of pink. The winds scuttled about on the sparkling drifts of snow here and there- dotted throughout the forest. A few straggling leaves hung off the bare branches. A patch of snow drifted in a nearby bramble pack. An orange striped tabby tom grunted as a flake fell onto his nose. The cold stung the exposed skin. He shook his head, freeing it. Biting into a skinny finch, Flamestripe looked up, only to meet the gaze of Islandsplash. Her pelt was the same as his- almost identical. He felt a little warmth- finally, he wasn't alone.

For the longest time, he had been noticing that he was a single cat in a sea of normal ones. All the other TempestClan cats seem to have normal, dull pelts. Perhaps he hadn't looked hard enough, but he had yet to find a cat with markings as bold as his. But looking at Islandsplash, he realized he had been wrong. He gave a little, friendly purr. "Oh, hello Islandsplash." He rumbled, his voice appear deep and seductive. Without meaning to, of course. He flicked his tail lightly, the soft fur making a muted thumping sound among the damp Earth. He stared at the she-cat with bright, amber eyes. "Of course you may join me."

[/color] He replied simply. A slight purr was laced amongst his tone. Staring at her meal, he nudged the remainders of his toward her paws. "That's pitiful. Have the rest of mine."[/color] He said softly, eyes gentle.
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^{STARRING : Islandstripe [<3]
WORDS : 465
STATUS : Complete
NOTES : Short /:
LYRICS USED : Use Sombody - Kings of Leon
LISTENING TO : I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab for Cutie
CREDIT : TANA}

[Wolfy]

Islandsplash[/color]

You don't know how it feels, to be outside the crowd.
And you don't know what it's like to feel left out.
And you don't know how it feels to be your best friend.
On the outside looking in.[/b]

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?

Blinking softly, Islandsplash purred and sat down beside him, trying to enjoy her prey. It just wasn't working very well that's all. But then Flamestripe offered her his prey. Flashing a grateful glance at him, she finished off his prey quickly, but then suddenly felt awkward in finishing it so fast. She was just washing her whiskers when she looked up at him and saw that his pelt was as vibrant as her. She'd be the first to crack a joke and say that her pelt was more radiant than his, but something stopped her. It wasn't like she was talking to Dreamfeather or Paradisepool. She couldn't just joke around with the tom that she hardly spoke to, could she? She wanted to talk to him, really she did. He drew her in somehow and it made her comfortable, but uncomfortable at the same time. Did that even make sense?

Don't you wanna hold each other tight?

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Swallowing whatever left she had to eat, Islandsplash looked up at Flamestripe through her clear blue eyes and she cleared her throat delicately, "So Flamestripe, I haven't actually spoken to you in full depth before."[/b] she began slowly, "Please, how are you?"[/b] was all she managed to get out. Stupid, stupid stupid! she thought ignorantly in her head. Her pelt prickled and she carefully dodged his gaze.

J'taime.

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