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Post by maybe on Dec 22, 2011 8:53:13 GMT -5
It was hard for her to forget the times when all she needed to worry about was playing and how to get in trouble. Now as a warrior she found herself wishing for love and wanting to settle down. Those thoughts were not everything, as patrols came up, and eventually she would find herself with an apprentice and the time would come to when she might be competing for a deputy position...though that was not something that was likely. The young she-cat was more of the constant warrior type. She didn't have the powerful speaking skills of that sort. It was hard for her to picture herself anywhere else but a common cat in Vertigoclan. But that was of no great concern to her. Many things were more important...like the welfare of others...listening before speaking. Ivorywhisper wanted that understanding without explaining every. Without trying so hard to make another understand her. Without having to really try. But at the same time, she was the one who explained herself. Who wanted to get her emotions out, because without them...nobody would know where she was coming from.
Sighing the small she-cat looked around her. The evergreen trees were significant and had always been something she admired. They stood strong, and never faltered...even under the harshest conditions. It was they who stood under the heat, the frigid icy cold and never complained. Though they groaned in the howling wind and flourish in the soft rain...they never seemed to fall. Her tiny paws batted lightly at a pine cone. Her mind was restless, her energy building up, wishing to break free. She hadn't been letting the "kit" out of her. She had chained that beast awhile ago, knowing that being a warrior was business at its best. Her eyes grew wide, her tail lashing back and forth. Her mouth pulled into a smile, knowing well that she should run. Let the spirit out of her now so that she may return to the placidity she loved and held dear.
Feeling her body move without any control, she burst into a run. Her paws worked quickly to keep her level over the terrain that Vertigoclan proposed. For now it was dodging evergreen trees though shortly it would be the rocky slopes. With the rocks suddenly in her view she shortened her stride, readying to slow down as she approached a large rock. Muscles working together she pushed herself from the ground, halting herself as she landed atop the pillar. Her maw opened, letting loose a string of laughter. Now all could be quiet...and now Ivorywhisper could be her normal self.
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Post by Dawn on Dec 23, 2011 11:53:56 GMT -5
Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time? A crowded room, friends with tired eyes -
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice -
Last night, he had fallen to sleep in a world of dreary darkness. The camp was dim and gloomy; the snow had melted away and became ugly slush, dotting the land. It felt like there was nothing of beauty remaining; and this left Jetfang with a heart that beat with agony. Laying in the ancient warrior's den, he felt hopeless and alone. The morning that he awoke to felt somehow different. Jetfang had risen with tired limbs, eyes weary; and he had padded out into a world of white. Somehow, seeing such a stunning sight made him feel lighter. He had thought that without Lilythorn, there was nothing for him. She had run away from him again, and he felt like a blind man, wandering lost. But as he had slept, snow had fallen all over Vertigoclan forest; and now there was a chance at wonder, something different as he hunted for the elusive prey. Certainly, this cold weather would make it harder to stalk, and already he felt the chill trying to force itself into his body. But he gazed at the unmarked ivory stretch with something he hadn't felt in a while- hope. That alone was enough to chase away the knowing that his despair would return after; and the foolish feeling that his mood depended upon the weather. He barely glanced at the almost empty fresh kill pile before he left camp, leaping over a fallen pine, and raced through the snow.
My God I thought you were someone to rely on -
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on -
Jetfang felt strength rise through his body as he ran quietly through the snow. It seemed as though all noise was muffled, all colored muted by the harsh, imposing landscape. The sun was rising behind him in the eastern sky, bringing light to everything and shining radiance upon the cats he had left behind thoughtlessly. He knew, somewhere within, that he was a fool. Running off in pretense of doing his duties, when really he just wanted a few moments escape from the suffering Lilythorn seemed to have wept into his body, leaving him wounded. Jetfang wanted to remember that he had the power to stand alone, the chance to pretend he relished it when really it only reminded him that he was left on an island, without support. Distracted by this sense of freedom, the ebony tom-cat nearly crashed into a towering evergreen. Just in time, his mismatched eyes, one amber and the other a vivid blue, recognized the dark vertical stretch and he dived out of the way, skidding along beside it. His fur had brushed it, and left him feeling as shaken as though he'd brushed death itself. For a few moments, the warrior lay among the scattered ice crystals, shaking, and remembering. He would've survived the impact against the tree trunk, of course; but he was stricken, afflicted, by the many times he had faced death. He rose only when he heard a far off noise, like something running in his direction... Afraid that he had been seen brooding, Jetfang sought shelter, leaping atop a large boulder and flattening himself in a dip of rock. He hoped that whatever or whoever it was would continue running, and not notice the brawny black pelt laying flat against the beaten gray surface.
Hold my heart and watch it burn...
He heard the sound advancing faster... and faster... leaving the amount of noise only something in nature can, a ripple affect. And then before he knew it a white flash flew through the air, and was right in front of him. He was too startled to realize the other cat hadn't seen him; and it was too late to dart away. In his surprise, Jetfang forgot his manners as he heard her laughter, and jumped up, his fur bristling in alarm as he faced his clanmate. "What the hell?" He stared at her for a few moments, then backed toward the little ridge of rock he had hidden behind, a warm dip in the stone. His heart slowed entirely and Jetfang let the fur on his shoulders relax. "Er... Ivorywhisper. Sorry." He was thoroughly embarrassed, and almost certain he had offended or scared the much younger warrior. Trying to keep his wits about him, he took one more step away. He casually flicked an ear in her direction, more so looking off toward camp, through the trees. "Hello. You startled me. What're you doing out here?"
WORD COUNT: 767 TAGGED: Ivorywhisper NOTES: xD I hope this works okay, I couldn't see Jetfang wanting to approach anyone right now since he's in such a bad mood.
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