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Post by burnt on Apr 19, 2009 15:30:20 GMT -6
--moss--
lord, i feel so small sometimes in this big ole' place
Thump, thump, thump. Small paws landed heavily on the moist earth, sore from the long day's journey. Once pure white, they were now greyish from the dirt the clung to them, relentlessly claiming it's territory. With a sigh, the small tom that the limbs belonged to plopped himself down and rasped his tiny pink tongue over them in an attempt to clean his dirty self. Stupid white fur. Why couldn't I have been born black? Then I'd never have to take a bath. He thought, aggravated. Then again, he always seemed to be annoyed at something or other. He could probably find something wrong with the most perfect of places, StarClan itself. Or better yet, why couldn't I have been born to a mother who would have cleaned me herself? His thoughts stung him, so with a shake of his head, he dispelled them. There was no reason to bring up the past, not now, when he needed to focus.
yeah, i know there's more important things
Thirst clawed at his throat and hunger gnawed at his belly, just like it had all day. Being a loner was harder than it looked. I mean, at first thought, it would seem fun, right? No rules to tie you down, nobody to tell you what to do. You could sleep anywhere you want, do anything you want, and live life the way you wanted. That was, of course, if you had the tools you needed to survive on your own. Like, say, the ability to fight and hunt, a full grown body, and more than five moons hanging over your shoulders. Without age and skill, or help, most would think a kit living on it's own wouldn't make it for a moon, let alone three. But Moss had proved them wrong. He had survived, and he would survive, no matter how hard the times got. Suddenly, a sound that had lingered in the background the entire time he'd been resting came to surface, the soft trickle of a stream was somewhere in the distance, maybe not even too far off. There was also the scent of other cat's, but he was so hungry and thirsty, that at this point he didn't care. Without nutrients he'd die anyways, so why not take the risk?
but don't forget to remember me
His tiny body tore threw the forest, nimbly dodging trees and leaping over anything in it's path. He was so deeply buried in his concentration that by the time he'd reached the brook, he nearly fell in he was going so fast. Managing to stop, he leaned down and lapped up the silky liquid, gulping it down as quickly as he could. It slid down his throat with ease, washing away his ill thoughts and renewing his strength. Finally. He thought contentedly, sitting up and looking around. Where was he? Without thinking, he got up and followed the stream, as if it would guide him wherever he needed to go. Unfortunately, it ended abruptly in a cliff, the water cascading over the ledge. A dead end. Where would he go from here? The kit looked up to see the sun starting to drop, and knew he had to find a place to rest until night came, before he was found. For some reason, though, his body wouldn't move with his mind, instead staying rooted to the spot. It was beautiful, really, the scenery. The green tops of trees blanketed the hills before him, only ceasing to make room for a small pond. He could see birds take flight from their homes and soar across the sky. It looked like paradise, but he could see no way to get to it. Once again, it was just out of his reach. Would he always be on the outside looking in?
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Post by xroses on Apr 19, 2009 16:03:52 GMT -6
Rose padded along quiet boredly, wondering why she had avoided coming through this area before. For some reason, she couldnt remember. Pink and black paws thudded solftly on the ground, making almost no noise at all. Emerald optics were wide, looking at everything at once, slightly amazed by how beautiful it looked in this area. The scent of mouse floated to her but it was pushed to the back of her mind, althouhg her stomach growled in protest. Mind wandered aimlessly in her head, searching for the answers to her questions. The sound of water in the distance made her consider eating once more. Did she have time to veer that far off course? The sun was low, so a shelter would be needed. That could be found later. If she could make it to the river with some daylight left, then she could search for a resting place. Water was more important at the moment, and her dry throat agreed.
Burrs and dirt and thorns bugged her, messing with her light grey fur, getting caught on her shoulders where it was harder to brush them off. But, perhaps most annoying, thorns and pine needles constantly got trpped on her pads, making her stop to pluck them out. Maybe she could foolow this river to a place a little less inconvient. Making a home around the water would be beneifical, so she wouldnt have to move to far to stop and get a drink. Perhaps she could find a old fox or badger den to spend the night in. Or at least a comfortable tree or bush. Her mind pondered the worst of situations, which included anything to do with foxes, badgers or other cats. Or worse, she-cats. Rose could not stand some she-cats. the ones who freaked out about every speck of dirt and constantly told you what to do. Bleack. Those she-cats deserved to die in ditches. For whatever reason though, thiking about dieing sent a cold shiver down her spine. Maybe she could turn back? Dieing was something she didnt plan on doing. What if someone was there and they tried to kill her? The sound of the water made her change her mind quickly, paws moving quicker.
If she was to live, she'd have to start learning things. Tonight she would sleep, but tommorow she would teach herself how to swim. Or how to fish. Both ideas seemed fun to her. A new scent made her freeze. Her body grew still. The scent was not a normal one she found around those big groups of cats. This one was mixed and funny smelling. One again, her paws itched to take her back to where she had slept the night before, in the soft moor only a while away. She could be back there by nightfall and snuggle warmly in the grasses. She shook her head. To tired to run all that way, she walked slowly now. The sound of the water filled her ears, more scents coming to her as she approached. It had grown a little cooler as the sun grew closer to setting, and her short fur did little to keep away the cold. She would grab a quick drink the run into the woods again to find a nice warm place to sleep. The water was right ahead, the oprange and pink colors from the sun reflecting of it's surface in a dazzling burst of colors. She smiled and sighed slightly, lowering her head to get a drink. The cool water trickled down the back on her parched and dry throat, making it feel like her was freezing from the inside. That feeling was welcomed though. With the best of luck it wouldnt drizzle tonight, although the clouds were darker then usual and killed most of her hopes.
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Post by burnt on Apr 19, 2009 16:35:16 GMT -6
--moss--
shoulda been much further than this by now
An unknown scent hit the roof of Moss's mouth, putting an immediate end to the peaceful thoughts that had been floating around in his head. Inwardly groaning, he whirled around, ready to defend himself as best he could. To his surprise, though, there was nothing there. His nose couldn't have deceived him; there must be something upstream. After a moment of reluctance, as he didn't want to leave his spot on the edge of the cliff, he managed to take a couple achy steps towards the stranger, following the trail as best he could. He went slowly, not wanting to surprise anyone, and certainly not wanting a fight. After the day he'd had, he didn't know if he could handle claws raking down his back. Plus, if the cat was much older, it could surely kill him as easily as a mouse, with one swift bite to the neck. He stopped suddenly, wondering if this was a good idea after all. Like most, his life was valuable to him, and he wasn't ready to give it up just because he was curious. What if it was a fox or a badger or some dangerous creature that would love a bite of sweet, juicy kit? Or one of those cats that he'd heard his ex-mother speaking of, the ones who lived in groups and were vicious towards anyone who got in their way. As each second ticked by, he was doubting himself more and more.
a little bit more gone
On the other hand, if he fell asleep and whatever was out there found him, he'd be defenseless. And running or finding another resting place wasn't an option, as his poor paws were heavy with weariness, and even his eyelids were starting to droop. The hunger that was still present in him would be no help, either. At least now he was conscious and aware, so that he could at least put up a fight. If he was going to die, it wasn't going to be some pathetic scene, he was going to fight until the end. So, that was that. For better or worst, he'd made his decision. Lightly, he took another step, following his nose, and then another and another. After not long at all, there the mysterious stranger was, lapping up water from the brook just as he had moments earlier. But this was far from what he had expected. It wasn't a giant fox or ferocious badger, not even a vicious cat or rogue. It, or she, rather, looked about his age, maybe slightly younger, and bore no threat to him at all. At least, not much of one anyways. Maybe he wasn't alone after all.
a little less twisted around
Still cautious and ever careful, though, he dropped to his paws, silently creeping up behind her as if she was some sort of prey. He didn't wanted her to be cornered against the stream, just in case she tried to put up a fight. This way, she couldn't run or surprise him at all. As quietly as possible, he lifted himself back onto all fours, and stared straight at the cat. With a twitch of his tail, he slid a twig across the rough ground to make some warning noise, then spoke, keeping a hint of frustration in his voice to intimidate her, if only a little, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
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Post by xroses on Apr 19, 2009 17:05:29 GMT -6
Rose was not at noticing things. Nor was she good at paying attention and staying focused. Currnetly her mind was weaving complicated and silly tales. She stared into the water, eventually attacking her own reflection. Stareing into her own eyes, tilting her head this way and that way. Her fur was messy, with a burr sticking uncomfortably on her chest. She swatted the burr away then attacked her reflection again the same way, irrated by it for some reason. Why was she out her by herself? She should be with her mother, curled up and warm and fed. But no. They died, she didnt. To her, It seemed they got the better end of the deal. She took a breath, realizing that that scent was so much closer now. Paws wanted to run but her brain told her it was best to stay, encounter the cat and maybe run later. No sense in running from a possible ally. Or a possible death sentence. Which ever happened to come first. If it was a big cat, she would simply play the innoccent lost kit, maybe eat a meal of them then ditch. Then again, if it was someone her age and in a clan, she'd mock them. If some loner, hopefully chat. Yup, what ever. As whoever it was crept closer, Rose revisited the whole run awy plan. It was too late now however, she could feel whoever it was standing behind. The sound of the stick made her jump, and she quickly turned around to face the cat.
Who are you, and what are you doing here?
Emerald eyes looked at the tom, his unusally colored pelt brining a small smile to her face for whatever reason. He was probably a little older then she was, based upon how she seemed a bit smaller then him. It took her a few moments to gain composure, running over what to say in her head.
"I heard it's only polite to introduce yourself first." she told him, voice slightly quiet.
The anger in his voice had not scared her, just made her question who he was a bit more. He didnt look like a clan cat. Clan cats were normally fatter. Rose could at least be happy that it was a tom, instead of some stuck up she-cat. Ears were pricked for any noises as her eye lids suddnely seemed a bit heavier. Normally, she'd be laying down by now. Her stomach growled in protest, wanting food. Once again, Rose ignored it. maybe eating would keep her energy up... oh well. Her head turned for a moment, to look at the setting sun, then back to the tom, eyes slightly narrowed. Rose wasnt in the mood or condition to fight, but that didnt mean she wouldnt.
(Shorter then usual, didnt know exactly what to type other then like, speaking XD)
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Post by burnt on Apr 19, 2009 17:40:19 GMT -6
--moss--
you start to wonder why you're hear not there
As the she-kit spun around to confront him, he noticed a few things all at once. First, she had incredibly bright green eyes that stood out against the pale gray of her fur. Second, that she was smaller than he was, and he could easily win a fight if necessary, though he didn't particularly want to. Third, that her back right leg was injured or lame or something, which brought up a mixture of emotions. She was out here on her own, with a crippled leg, and even younger than he was? Part of him felt guilty for complaining about his own life, when this kit was out here struggling even more than he. She didn't appear to have the scents he associated with any of the group-cats; she must be a loner, which was a good thing. He wasn't about to be recruited into some fat, friendly, dependent clan, no matter whether it would be better for him or not. He couldn't imagine having so many other cats crowding around him, telling him when he could go about his own way or have to stay in some StarClan-forsaken camp. With a jolt, he realized the she-cat had spoken, and he should probably be replying right about now.
and you'd do anything to get what's fair
"You heard wrong." He hissed, getting annoyed. Great, she was already being uncooperative and irritating, and they'd only exchanged a couple of words. Maybe he should just leave, walk away right now. He already knew she couldn't hurt him, so why hang around? Then again, she could make a possible ally. She didn't look too evil, though there was a coyness about her that made Moss feel like she could outsmart him easily. With a frown, he wondered whether that would be a good trait or not to have in a friend. If she could outsmart him, she could probably outsmart other cats as well, which would come in handy if they ever got caught. But, she could still play him, or trick him, and he honestly had no idea how to trust or gain the trust of anyone else. As he debated within his mind, he came to the conclusion that no matter the circumstances, she could probably not use his name against him, and it was therefore okay to give it up.
but fair ain't what you really need
Still, part of him was reluctant, and it felt like his mouth was filled with peanut butter as he said, "Or maybe you're right. I've got nothing to hide anyways," he muttered indignantly, "I'm Moss. And you?" His breath caught in his throat. He hadn't heard his own voice in so long, it was weird to be speaking again. You know you're lonely when your own voice was strange to you. Or rather, alone would be a better word. Lonely was a feeling, an emotion, and Moss wouldn't admit even to himself that he harbored such a sensitive thing. Alone, on the other hand, was a state of being, a fact. He had no one surrounding him, no one to talk to or play with, like a normal kit would, so therefore he was, in fact, alone. But being alone and being lonely were far from the same thing, he told himself, and if you were one, it didn't mean you had to be the other too. He was perfectly fine out there with only the twitter of the birds and the scuttling mice as his company.
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Post by xroses on Apr 19, 2009 19:09:04 GMT -6
Rose resolved to stay weary, no matter how tired she felt. She raised a paw to her face and gave it a few swift licks then swished it behind her ear, waiting for something interesting to happen. The sun seemed to have sink lower already, chilly temperature now slightly uncomfortable for her. Rose was used to be laying down now, to sleep under the night sky. No matter how hard she tried to hold it in, a yawn escaped from her maw. Great. How easy was it to kill a sleeping cat? To easy. She sat as the clouds only grew darker over head, whether from the lack of light or rain. If it didnt rain tonight, it'd probably ran tomorrow. This worried her slightly, because then all the prey but the fishes would be hiding in there always hard to find dens. When the tom's voice floated to her ears, she might've jumped a little bit.
"You heard wrong."
Okay, so that one scared her slightly. Rose opened her mouth to spit something back to him, but then closed it. What was she supposed to say? This tom could eat her alive. Plus, being next to a river and lacking the ability to swim wasnt to nice either. For now she ignored his comment, a bit of shyness and a slight bit of fear churning in her belly. What did she manage to get herself into this time? Emerald eyes turned elsewhere for now, thoughts crossing her mind. If it came down to flight or flee, she'd probably flee. Jumping into the river would be okay. Or seeing how fast she could run without stopping. But for now maybe her best chance or survival was to try and befriend this tom. At least having a friend would cut out some portion or loneliness that usual followed her around. When the tom spoke again, she turned back to him.
Or maybe you're right. I've got nothing to hide anyways. I'm Moss. Any you?"
Rose waited for a few moments to gain a steady voice before answering.
"I'm Rose." she told him, a happy tone filling her voice.
his words sounded forced but whatever. At least he wasnt trying to skin her alive or anything. Emerald eyes studied him for a few more moments before she yawned once more. She'd need to sleep eventually. For now however, she would sit and look at the stars and such, eyes ending on the moon after a few moments. She was tired, slightly bored and didnt really have any idea of what she was doing. Although, she did remember why she never came here. Rose never came here because everyone came here. Duh!
Are you in a clan? she asked him, head tilting to the side a bit. It was habit to do that now.
Clans were not her favorite, but they seemed okay. Some of them at least. If he was from a clan she probably wouldnt care to much, just wonder why he wasnt biting her face off yet. Clan cats seemed very angry when you intruded. Her leg throbbed once or twice, because this would be the time when she could lay and let it rest. It could surely deal with a little extra time though. Not like it was gunna fall off or anything. Emerald eyes turned back to the tom, looking at the color of his eyes. Grey green.
"Are you called Moss because of your eyes?" she asked, curious.
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Post by burnt on Apr 19, 2009 21:40:10 GMT -6
--moss--
heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why
He could tell he'd finally knocked some fear into the kit at his hiss, but only part of him was satisfied. Guilt pricked at his conscious and he hoped he hadn't made her fear him too much. Of course, it would suit his needs to make her slightly intimidated, as he couldn't let his guard down around her. She seemed to be lost for words for a moment, until he spoke again, then she found her tongue. I'm Rose. The name fit her well, her delicate features were like that of the flower. She seemed to brighten up now, glad that he wasn't being as angry anymore. His expression darkened slightly, hoping that she wouldn't think them friends immediately. Sure, he'd like to have a companion, but he wasn't about to spill his life's secrets or put his trust in this random she-cat, not until she proved herself to be good, someone that he could trust.
hold on tight, wait for tomorrow
"That's a nice name." The least he could do was be polite. He followed her eyes as she looked towards the sky, his gaze resting on the glowing stars. Did he have ancestors up there, in the so-called StarClan? His 'mother' had told him stories of the ancestors when he was younger, how those who died in the group-cat clan things went on a journey through the sky, eventually finding StarClan. He often wondered if their protection extended to those not in the groups, to loners like himself. Even if it didn't, though, it was still comforting to imagine hundreds of cats up there, watching over the cats below, making sure nothing to horrible befell them. The she-cat's voice once again pulled him away from his thoughts, "Are you in a Clan?" Clan. That must be what she called the group cats, he recalled his ex-family using the word at times. He hesitated before answering. Was she? She didn't really look like any of the ones he'd had the misfortune to lay eyes on. They were usually plump and well-fed, and he'd never seen one so young out of camp, let alone with a hurt leg. Plus, they were normally hostile, while Rose seemed genuinely curious. And there was something about their names that made them different, but he couldn't remember what it was. Maybe he should have paid more attention to the stories he was told as a kit.
you'll be alright
"No, I've lived on my own my whole life, and I'd like to keep it that way." That wasn't entirely the truth, but it was close enough. She didn't have to know about any of the other stuff, not yet anyways, it was pointless and a little shameful. After all, who wants to admit they'd been abandoned twice, by everyone they'd ever loved? First by their real mother, then by their foster mother, sister, and real brother? "You're not either, right?" He asked, relaxing slightly. She seemed nice enough, and there was no reason to act all mature when he knew very well she couldn't care less. She was a kit too, he didn't have to pretend to be older around someone his own age. Her next question was random, and surprised him slightly. Are you called Moss because of your eyes?" A name was a funny thing. He couldn't remember the first time he'd been called it, nor when he'd been nameless before it came along. Had his foster mother been the first to look into his eyes and think 'The color of moss,' or had it been his real mother? Whatever the case, it didn't matter anymore. It was his name, it defined him as much as the color of his pelt or the sound of his voice. A tired sigh escaped his lips as he mewed, "Yeah, I guess I am." He felt like he should say something else, so he asked, "Where'd you get yours from?"
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Post by Kizzy Kat on Apr 21, 2009 16:36:19 GMT -6
Night darkness with water-painted silver feet and tailtip. Glazed blue orbs a black nose that was small. Shimmered whiskers and short fur. A newly made warrior figures, young but full grown now. A shrub in her claws and a hole she had dug into the peaty earth. Wind ruffled her fur the wrong way and scents stung her nose. The voices whispered through the wind, and it wasn't any cat from Cycloneclan. Letting out a hiss, she buried her kill, and crept on the earth. Bully fur whiskered the soil, and paws completely silenced. Gazed through a few shrubs, through a tiny peephole. Two young ones, not from this clan. In Cycloneclan territory. This is not their place, this is the clan's territory. Nightsplash, had to guard her territory to be a loyal clanmate. I need to protect my home she whispered in her mind. They looked young, but she took no pity.
She had no thoughts left to think about except her Warrior Code and clan loyalty. They may be young, but they served to right to be here. She could eavesdrop into the conversation to see what was going on. 'No, I've lived on my own my whole life, and I'd like to keep it that way.' She repeated through her mind. Then heard them talk of names. They are loners, no clan cat. Definitely. The scented of no band either. Disgusted, the she-cat was enraged with these 'fleabags' on their territory. Maybe they did or didn't know, but they need a fearing warning or a fight to show this was our land. She gazed and watched them very silently. Her gaze set in this bushel peephole. Rose, and Moss. That's their names. she spoke into her mind. A little twisted in thoughts, she just watched. As though she was an invisible ghost. Trying to avoid the scenting and shifting wind she crept through the only areas. There wasn't anything but boulders and 3 bushes, and only right were she was standing.
Creeping around the bush, they - oblivious to her, she was able to get a good figure of them. She cast a shadow onto the boulder she had climbed onto. Her limber body shifted well. Before winds shifted, her shadow was noticed, or even her being noticed, she leaped. Without warning she attacked in utter surprise, and was on top of Moss immediately. "Why are you in our territory?!" she scowled at the kit-aged cats. Her weight half on a pindown of Moss, making sure he couldn't escape. "HM?" She growled with her throat. Her teeth bared in a threat. She was ready for a fight, she could take them on for her clan. Her clean breath scented of the river, and her white teeth glared. Orbs for eyes that buried into the tom's eyes.
((OOC; It's a little short, but I'm tired x^D))
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Post by burnt on Apr 22, 2009 18:56:34 GMT -6
--moss--
face down in the dirt, she says this doesn't hurt, she says i've finally had enough
The thin whiskers that adorned his face twitched with impatience as he waited for the she-kit's reply. He was starting to wonder if it was ever going to come. Was she in some kind of daydream or something? Maybe a flashback. The thought sent a stab of bitterness through his heart, wishing he could remember his own past clearer. Or parts of it, anyways. He'd hoped long and hard to remember his real mother, something about her. Her face, pelt, eyes, even an expression that had stood out to him. Some sort of memory or proof that she really had existed, given birth to him. His mother didn't define him, not in the least, but how could he know who he was or what he was capable of without knowing where he'd come from? On the other hand, the memories of his foster mother were all to present in his mind. Her soft brown pelt, wide yellow eyes, overly large paws, and gentle voice. She'd seemed so sweet, so perfect, much too good for Moss himself. She'd had a clumsy way of walking that had always reminded him of another kit, stumbling as it took it's first steps. Almost every time he'd laid eyes on her, he'd wished that she could be his real mom, the one who'd never let him go.
do you feel like a man, when you push her around?
And then she'd just left, disappeared. Along with his best friend and brother, the only kin he'd ever known. A low hiss escaped his lips, and he looked up, hoping it had went unnoticed. If she thought he was territorial or something, what was only the beginning of their friendship could be destroyed in an instant. But could he really let himself-- His thought was cut off abruptly as something landed on his back, knocking him off his paws. What in the name of StarClan? His breath was taken instantly from him, and he nearly forgot to try and get it back. Thinking as quickly as he could, he realized that her grip on him was loose enough for something as small as him to wriggle away, so he did so, letting out a pained and angry hiss as one of her claws tore down his back. His first fight, and he was already losing. With this realization, he tried to take a different approach. In an instant, he had taken up a protective stance in front of Rose. No way was this cat going to hurt her, not until he was buried in the earth. Careful to keep a watchful eye on his attacker, he ran through his entire life in his head, trying to think of some way out of this. And then it came to him:
do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
The sun flooded the hollow he and his family had been laying in, jolting Moss awake. The stuttering thoughts of one who'd just woken up from a deep sleep filled his mind. Where was he? What was he doing here? What had his dream been about? The image of his mother, brother, and sister filled his mind, and he turned his head just enough to see that they were all okay before laying it back down on the soft grasses, drifting off into a peaceful half awareness, until the voice of his mother filled his ears, "It's time to get up. Moss, Stone," At the sound of his name, he sat up stiffly, waiting to hear what he had to do today, "You two need to go out and find the leaves that we need to make Rain's poultice." My brows furrowed. We had to find leaves, herbs? That was always my mother's job. She didn't usually delegate anything but the occasional hunting duty. My brother, Stone, opened his mouth to protest, but was interrupted, "I'm sorry, but we're in clan territory. If I get caught out in the open, they'll probably kill me." By now I was completely awake. I didn't want to die. "You two, on the other hand, have nothing to worry about. They have a code, rules that StarClan gives them to live by. If they find a kit on their territory, they can't hurt it. They have to take it in, care for it. They may be strange, but these cats aren't monstrous enough to kill one so young."
well i tell you my friend, one day this world's gonna end
"Stop!" He demanded, his voice firm, "I've been wandering for days, my companion as well. We didn't mean to come onto your territory, but we were so thirsty.. we had to. We haven't taken anything but a few laps from your stream." His attempt to explain himself wasn't sounding as good as he would have liked, so he tried his back up plan. "Would you really hurt us? We're just a couple of kits. I'm five moons, and she's even younger than that. If I remember your code correctly, you're not allowed to lay a claw on our backs." After glancing at his wound, he continued, "We couldn't do any harm to you or your group.. I mean clan, even if we tried. Please, let us go. Or, if you're bent on following your rules, take us back to your home, to whoever leads you. Just don't hurt us." His temper was flaring, but he did his best to contain it. There was no need for him to give this cat any reason to ignore his plea.
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found
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Post by Kizzy Kat on Apr 22, 2009 21:24:25 GMT -6
She knew she had that grip too loose, she began to snarl a little. Her cold eyes no longer the affectionate cat she was. She almost sputtered with anger, resentment and even...fear. Yeah, fear. They where kits, and we all know who has kits that come to our clans, that can cause damage to us. These kits looked weak though, too weak. Not even the stance of a Spike was shown. Yet Nightsplash's anger was still stinging in her eyes, almost like a glare in her every motion, of the pupil sliver in her glazed orbs. They shouldn't be here, it's my right to protect my clan and my territory, is it not? she tried even persuading herself. Why'd this cat try to prove her as disloyal? "Threaten me with my own clan code, twerp?" she mocked the kit in a furious voice. "As well as protection and right to our territory." she hissed in hot breath. Her eyes burrowing right into their pelts. "You don''t know how lucky you are. I'm one new warrior, coming across a real patrol, and you'd have been in trouble. She began to scowl in her breaths as she continued, "Or coming across the bands and they'd have your throat. You squealy little kits don't know the dangers lurked around these lands, do you?" although Nightsplash shouldn't have gone so easy, even as kits.
She eyed them, they could have been Spike kits, the kits we had not ever wanted. The reason I attack kits... her thought hit her like a claw in the heart. That's whats become of these clans. Even the nice ones. Even shame began to pour down on her. Dropping her head she sat down and peered at the kits. "You don't understand though." As though ready to tell a story, in which she was, she kept a locked gaze and a few words began to play like an ancient legend. "Ye little ones don't know who the Spikes are, do they now? Being loners, wanderers, you don't learn do ya? I can already tell you've had a bad past, otherwise you'd let little Rose there a little less guarded." a sigh was escaping, and a hollow gaze sent a little notice. "You can't come here little ones, we barely see any kits, hardly one a year that's not a Spike. Many of them hide, 'cause they know who the Spikes are." Nightsplash no longer sounded like an apprentice, but maybe a teaching elder. Her curious gaze looked at the kits in a softer way. Maybe she was a little one, but the story was engraved in her, and she was ready to tell it. But first, did the kits even know what The Spikes are or A Spike is? She must know before she could speak again.
Looking at the little ones carefully, she almost filled with guilt, they looked scrawny, petrified and starved. They couldn't be much of the trash City loners, no kittypet of any sort, definitely a not a Spike kit. So why do they hang around here? Why put fourth a risk, that is most likely to get them killed instantly. Mercy is gone now, and Nightsplash felt it was almost her fault for it. It was her fault for being so frightening and crucial. Maybe if they could understand the Spikes better, they might be more cautious, or even feared like us. Most powerful clans, cower, it made us look pathetic. But what could we do? We can't even team up without losing everything. It was too much and was too painful. We may suffer in some insanity but this was shame drowning us! What have warriors become? What dawned on us so badly that we litterly lie awake at night for every sound. Why shall we be the ones suffering? Reality has lost us I believe, I'm not sure. Her thoughts scrolled through so fast, it almost made her weep a tear. She still had a straight face though, and cold eyes, but she must have given up on a battle.
(Short AGAIN X^D)
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