world falls away [viper]

[angels.to.demons]

ooc; Yeah... speedin' things up with them, Leafers. Hope ya don't mind. I'm not going too fast... I just think she should start thinking Viper's might have the possibility to be more than a friend. </3 Feelin' museful.

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Must be something they're hiding
Must be reasons that no one will dare to tell
Must be something inside me
But I don't think so anymore

The water sloshing around her paws in the ground, pads against the cold stone beneath. With the already frigid atmosphere around her, the chill was reaching as far into her bones as it could go. Vixenpaw felt as though her very soul was freezing from the inside out; and yet she waded further, this time going into the water up to her chest.

Hackles raised from the chill, she clenched her jaw, trying hard to be strong, to be powerful enough to withstand the numbing sensation spreading over her in waves of cold spasms. Her tail lie completely drenched beneath the powerfully pulling dark river water. Yet, Vixenpaw took another big step, finding another inch consuming her growing young body.

Turquoise eyes gleamed in the black darkness, the midnight of her darkest day. Vengeance still toiled in her mind, even though it had been weeks since the horrible occurrence in WillowClan's territory. That day death had fallen around her like raindrops in new-leaf; and those drops had struck her hard enough to pin her to the ground and leave her for the hyenas for quite awhile.

It's hurting again now
And I don't need friends when I have foes like you
It's hurting again now
It's killing me to be here all alone
Go away
It's all the same
There's more for me

Who had been the drop to strike her on the head, leave her unconcious? Who had sacrificed her to the scavengers with a willing glee that was sickening to all with sanity?

Icefire.

Just the thought of his multicolored pelt, just like Spectrumfire's, and his flashing, cool and expressionless lavender opticals, just like Violetlight's, made a heat wave travel through her, from her nose to the tip of her soaked tail. Now her eyes darkened; her vision blackened and she felt the same smoke rise in her throat as she always did before...

Oh no.

Quickly gasping and taking another step forward, the brilliant sunset-colored apprentice clenched her jaw in furious concentration, pulling in all of her control and bunching it tight into a steel trap she made for herself. Snared now in confliction agony... a web of steely ice and searing hot fire... she choked, then stumbled backwards, revealing her sopping wet body to the cold once more. Slumping against the river side instead of entering again, she let out her breath.

As the world falls away, and I can't find a reason
As the world turns to grey
It's killing me unwillingly
and I am just the same as you

Close one... oh, God, it hurts... when will I ever learn to control this goddamned pyrokinetic thing?

Her muscles, exhausted by all the force she'd put into the trap of ice and fire which had tortured her poor body, gave out on her, and she lie on her flanks, panting lightly and staring morbidly into the black forest beyond the river. Moonlight glinted off the water's surface, giving it a deceptive natural beauty that only barely hinted at the sinister purpose beneath.

It had been so long since she'd used her sparking fire. Since Icefire, her only brother and the present medicine cat of WillowClan, had tried to kill her, as a matter of fact. The day of discovery; the day the three children of Spectrumfire and Violetlight had discovered their powers. It had been significant only when the tomkit had tried to harm his sibling with the power of his cruel and sick mind; and then she realized she'd have to harness the otherwise random flames that seeped from her thin redgold coat.

Must be something confided
Must be someway to feel the pain and heal again
Pain and pleasure, inviting
I don't think so anymore

Random.

Not anymore.

Now they only came when she thought of Icefire... and she thought, like any cat who hates another enough to think of taking their life, that if they didn't succeed in her training, she could never have any hopes of killing the son of a bitch. Which was her ultimate goal in life -- kill the insane tom who murdered her parents, separated her from her sister eternally, and forced her into a Clan that didn't want her. The tom that plotted on destroying his family and consuming the forest in his hateful wrath.

It's hurting again now
And I don't need pills
When I have drugs like you
It's hurting again now
It's killing me to be here all alone

Sighing exhaustedly, she lifted her head and looked out over the water once more. She saw no fish jumping, no life at all but her; the only thing that moved besides her caving and rising sides was the breeze, the frigid, whipping wind that slashed harshly against her soaked, blizzard-choked body. Instead of curling into a ball to preserve warmth, she stretched, extending her limbs and neck so that the cold consumed her; she needed cold and wet.

It extinguished any outer flames burning in her flesh and fur.

As for the inner flames... only one could extinguish those, and he didn't even know it. Vixenpaw slightly tensed at the thought she was letting run in her crazy, dented head.

Go away
It's all the same
There's more for me
As the world falls away, and I can't find a reason
As the world turns to grey
It's killing me unwillingly and I am just afraid
As the world falls away, and I can't find a reason
As the world turns to grey
Your killing me unwillingly and I am just the same as you.... As you!

Viperpaw...

At first he'd seemed like a weird but funny, bumbling and very sweet apprentice. He'd helped her settle into StreamClan -- a Clan in which she had no close ties or desires to join at first -- and even traveled with her to say goodbye to her family for the last time. Then she'd recognized him as the only friend she had in the world, besides the dwindling memory of Silverpaw. God knew where she was now... probably still in the same vicinity as Icefire.

Now...

Vixenpaw, what are you thinking? Her suspicious conscience questioned bitterly. Viperpaw and you are far too different for you to think you have any kind of chance at all at being romantic. Besides, you have a mission, you stupid female. You have a mission, and no distracti--

I know already, she snarled out loud, probably sounding like some crazy schizophrenic idiot, I already know all this. I don't need to be reminded. Turning around to see if anyone had heard her rambling, she held her breath and blinked away her fear of being though even stranger than she was.

In any case, yes.

I'm just like you, just not a fool
I'm just like you, just not as cool
I'm just like you, just not a fool
I'm just like you...

She already knew she and Viperpaw had no chance; he was sweet, fairly normal, loyal to the Clan and his beliefs. She was cynical, a descendent of suicidal characters and traitors, and not to mention a fire-wielding freak. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so alive... except for when she was with Viperpaw.

But that was unmentionable.

Right?

Besides... why would he be interested in a strange she-cat like herself?

Moonlight filtered through the trees by the river and landed shadows on the ground, which Vixenpaw glowered at for a moment. Life wasn't fair in the least. She knew that quite well... who didn't? Her parents were dead, were brother was a psycho, she could never be happy as a normal warrior... what was wrong with the world?

Turning to stare back at the water, she sighed. She really didn't want to get back in now... but she stood up anyways, slowly making her way to the water's edge. First her paws... then her chest... shoulders... her breathing got faster, her hackles rose -- well, of what little fur she had exposed to air still -- and she stopped.

Standing still in deep, frigid water was more than she could take for long, but she withstood the cold, knowing it was good for her flames and knowing it was good for her thoughts as well. She knew pain was sometimes better than misery. They weren't synonyms... she knew that for sure, she thought miserably, thinking again of Viperpaw.

Thinking again of how she'd been born under a dark star.

A star that was surely so black it left a visible spot in the night sky.

As the world falls away, and I can't find a reason
As the world turns to grey
It's killing me unwillingly and I am just afraid
As the world falls away, and I can't find a reason
As the world turns to grey
Your killing me unwillingly and I am just the same as you
I'm just like you, just not a fool
I'm just like you...
Shut up!

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[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

Viperpaw raised his hackles against the biting cold. He knew he should be asleep, it was midnight, but he couldn't. Not tonight. For some time now he'd taken to taking long midnight walks around the territory, trying to calm his racing mind. It never helped though. He'd sneak out when each apprentice was quiet in the throws of sleep, tossing in their own nightmarish worlds. He sighed wistfully for their dreams, the nightmares that were immediately forgotten with the rising of the sun. For weeks now he hadn't slept, his mind always returning to that fateful day with Vixenpaw whenever he closed his eyes. So this was why he walked now, his paws padding across the cold bareleaf ground, his mind wandering more than his feet.

For weeks now he'd settled into his nest in the hours before daybreak, his mind too exhausted to process anything, giving him even for a few hours an escape from his waking nightmares. But soon they would always return; Icefire striking silently out at the two warriors, the screams emanating from Vixenpaw's lonely form, the shock of witnessing something so horrible. These were the visions that robbed him of sleep in the night, the reason he was like the walking dead during daylight, afraid to close his eyes even for a second lest they reappear.

It was only Vixenpaw who could chase away these terrors for him. He didn't know why, maybe it was the thought that she'd lost something all the more precious, her only family. That, more than anything else calmed him, the thought that she needed him to be strong to be her solid rock as even she flowed past him unable to keep above the sorrow's flow.

He sat quietly now, his thoughts for once settled by the thought of Vixenpaw. He had never really thought about her as anything more than a friend in all the time he had known her, but now, after all that had happened, he seemed to view her in a different light.

No! I couldn't do that! And even if I wanted to, she isn't looking for me to be anything except a friend to comfort her. That must be the farthest thing from her mind stupid! She's just lost the most important thing in the world to her, and you think she's looking for love?

He yowled his frustration, shaking his head. How could she want more? Especially from me? Especially now? A splash brought him from his thoughts. Looking up he realized he'd been sitting at the edge of a river, the dark water flowing past him swiftly as the moon burned weakly overhead. There was no silver light flooding the earth this night, just a black emptiness that swallowed cats whole. A distant shape caught his eye, even in this low light he could make out shapes, pulling itself from the river. A mew floated across the river, seeming to call for something. He couldn't figure what was said, but it sounded woeful.

Tilting his head he heard a splash as something entered the black water. It's a leaf bare night! Who would be mouse brained enough to go for a swim in this weather?! He tilted his head curiously, searching for the answers he sought in the black rippling surface. A gasp sounded across the water then, quiet as a whisper, but still audible to him. Someone was there, he knew it. Silently, he slipped into the freezing water as well, baring his teeth against the cold as he waded deeper. A form grew from the darkness, finally registering. The identity was hidden from him, though he could make out a light ginger tint coming from the form, almost as if it was glowing. But no, cats didn't glow. As he got closer, swimming against the current now, he finally identified the cat. Vixenpaw! A shiver wracked his body as he watched her stand motionless in the waves, the current almost taking her over.

Swimming stronger now, Viperpaw swam until he was abreast of his friend, tugging on her and pulling her towards shore. The current pulled him farther down the bank, but he managed to pull himself up onto land, the mud feeling chilling against his wet coat. Looking for his friend, he walked shakily back to where she was along the bank, licking her ear and trying to get her to lie down. Question after question buzzed through his head, but he ignored them, instead focusing on Vixenpaw.


OOC// Hope that wasn't too bad with the PPing, I tried to eliminate it......Sorry if it was too much. and ya Foxx, I think we can speed it along. And I know that was a sucky ending. Ran out of muse about then.

[angels.to.demons]

ooc; It's fine, Leafy.

x ♥ x ♥ x

Being jerked out of the water by a physical force stronger than her, she flailed, the scent reaching her a moment too late as a clawed forepaw lashed out behind her, aiming somewhere at the face but not sure where she hit. Stumbling into the shallowest, warmest part of the frozen waters of the Twisted River, she adjusted her sleep-blearied eyesight to focus turquoise orbs on a familiar form.

Sighing with relief that it was Viperpaw, she shook the water droplets off of her pelt and shivered. Vixenpaw leapt forward, peering at his face as he rested on the same bank she'd just a minute ago talked to herself on. Oh, StarClan... he hadn't heard her insane schizophrenic drabble, had he?

Oh, God... even more important... he hadn't seen... her pyrokinesis... had he?

The sunkissed female, luminous in the dusky star-filled night, she pushed her shoulder to his, murmuring, Hey, sorry 'bout that. You startled me, that's all... are you hurt? I didn't make you bleed, did I? She asked with concern, hoping she didn't draw his blood. That would just make her freakin' day... er, night. Having had her control fail while manipulating her mental ability, she ended up with nothing but the starting line... where she'd been stuck since the day Icefire had killed the fish.

Fluffing out the dampened gold fur on her flanks in order to dry it quicker, she nervously glanced around for a midnight patrol. If Vastflame or any of his warriors were to catch them on the grounds, her playing in the water like a maniac and Viperpaw wheezing on the ground, the repercussions would not be terribly favorable in her case. She wasn't stupid enough to think StreamClan liked or trusted a weird reject with family in another Clan; especially whose brother was the WillowClan medicine cat and her father was the MireClan deputy. Or had been.

Wincing slightly from the memory of Spectrumfire's anguish-filled eyes emptying as his shell of a body hit the ground... she froze, still seething from Icefire's haunting icon in her mind's chapel. It was her sanctuary, and, being her strongest and most fearful phantom, he could violate it without a second thought. Vixenpaw now wondered if Silverpaw and Viperpaw also had these horrific images of Icefire... and she felt guilty about both of their misfortunes.

Silverpaw... was she okay? She still lived under the wicked thumb of their brother. Vixenpaw had never wanted to leave her twin soul, her beloved sister, but had no choice. Your family history is littered with devoted sisters, huh? That dreaded, mocking and dry voice taunted her. Nightlight and Tigerlily. Hmm.. that didn't end well. Violetlight and Crystalheart... oops. Now Silverpaw and Vixenpaw. Need I say more, darling?

She refused to outwardly defy the voice; besides, she was probably right. Tigerlily? Dead from sickness. Crystalheart? Dead from suicide. Silverpaw... did she not live in the same Clan as the most tempestuous murderer the forest had harbored since Shallowheart and Stormfaith? Shuddering in her fur, she desperately wished her pretty, sleek silver sibling had chosen to dwell in StreamClan, where their roots lie weakly in Darkstar, Venomfang and Winterflower's shadows.

Huh.

Taking a look at Viperpaw, she realized she had dragged him into all of that mess, too. He had witnessed his first murder, as she thought about it -- or, maybe. She wasn't for sure on that, but the young tom had been -- and still kinda was -- pretty innocent. Suddenly feeling hollow inside, Vixenpaw whispered audibly, Viperpaw... you don't hate me for that day... do you? She understood that if he said yes... he had a reason... a reason she knew was quite fair.

[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

Viperpaw shook his head to clear his thoughts. Hurt? Had he gotten hurt? He hadn't felt much after jumping in the mind numbing rapids, only that he needed to get to Vixenpaw. He shrugged inwardly and dipped his nose to his paw. Sure enough, a crimson spot appeared where he'd wiped it a moment before. Huh. He said quietly, then noticed Vixenpaw looking at him. Uh, no, it's fine. In fact, i hadn't noticed it before now to be honest. He noticed as she raised her head, seeming to look back in the direction of their camp. No one will be out now. Don't worry. The midnight patrol passed me heading back to the camp as I was making my way here.

He didn't feel like explaining himself more than nesassary to keep her mind at ease. He didn't want to worry her with his midnight wanderings. But it seemed she was already worried, though about something else.

"You don't hate me for that day......Do you?

Of course he knew what day she was talking about, but her question still echoed in his shocked head. Why would he have reason to hate her? Did she really think that would be the emotion he felt towards her after that day? After she'd lost everything near to her?

Of course not Vixenpaw! What would have given you that idea? I would never.....could never hate you, esspecially over something like that which was in no way your fault.
Getting closer to her, Viperpaw pushed his pelt against hers reassuringly. I am here to support you, not hate you. He said quietly in her ear as the dark waves lapped against the shore behind them.

[angels.to.demons]

Relieved to hear the midnight patrols had passed, Vixenpaw allowed some of her frozen tension to stream out of her sprung body. Although the reason had been clear and logical before, now she wondered what the hell she'd been doing, standing in freezing water in the middle of leaf-bare. Sighing at herself before giving Viperpaw a rueful grin, she meowed, Well, the midnight patrol was the least of my troubles... She realized she wasn't sure what was the biggest, then, and decided not to dwell on that topic anymore.

However, when she found a new topic, she felt her mental state roar like a wet lion. Why the hell did you have to bring up THAT day, you little idiot? Her inner leopard hissed, shoving her ego to the ground. He might've forgiven you... until now! Cowering from Viperpaw, not sure how he would react to her pitiful, whining voice, she ducked her head, turquoise eyes on the ground. The moon streamed through her flame-tinted golden fur, illuminating her and giving her an inner fire as well as an outer one. Hah. No pun intended.

However, his next words, laced lightly with shock and concern, put her heavy mind to rest. Looking up softly, she allowed herself to give one short, broken fragment of a purr. If you don't hate me, Viperpaw, then maybe it's time you knew the truth. I can't keep it from you any longer... and if you don't want to be my friend anymore after this... then it's for the best. When she said this, though, she did not honestly think it was for the best after all.

Taking a deep breath, the stepped backwards, feeling the old embers stir inside of her again. Yes... but they were weak still... she needed a thought that would ignite them... show Viperpaw she was not what he thought she was... why she didn't know... to warn him? Protect him? Seeing Icefire's beautifully flashing violet eyes, a pulse of rage flew through her limbs, lighting them up along the way.

Crimson stains on her parents' pelts...

Icefire... isn't... the... only one... she gasped, trying to hold it in a moment longer. Don't know why, but... we all have... something... wrong... with us... Closing her glittering eyes and finally releasing the pulsing heat that coursed through her body like an inferno through a dry forest, sparks shot from her glinting gilded coat like a firework.

[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

I'll stay with you
The walls will fall before we do
So take my hand now
We'll run forever
I can feel the storm inside you
I'll stay with you

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For a moment Viperpaw couldn't comprehend what in Starclan she could mean. Not be her friend anymore? Is she crazy? He sat down, worriedly at what he was about to hear. What he heard then, and saw, was nothing he was expecting. He heard her whisper something about other gifts, strained as if she was restraining a badger. The thing he saw next wiped those words and anything else from his mind.

A light started to form about Vixenpaw's body, slowly gaining in intensity until Viperpaw's world went white. As he began to regain vision, he had to blink a couple more times to make sure that what he saw wasn't some sort of trick.

There stood Vixenpaw, by the river, completely covered in flames. Her pelt was now a mix of white, orange and yellow flames that danced lightly across her form. Staring, Viperpaw watched as the flames shot higher growing brighter and hotter, until he couldn't see a clear form for the light. It calmed a bit, and he crept closer, a bit nervous that it might start up again.

"Vixenpaw? Are you...ok?" Hesitating, he saw she was still smoldering, though nothing near what she had been at first. Keeping his distance because of the heat, he sat. His instincts told him to save his friend, but also to run as far as he could get from the flames that engulfed her. "What IS that?" He said instead, scared, and yet wondering at the same time.

Now, come in from your storm
And I, taste you sweet and warm
Take what you need
Take what you need
From me

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[angels.to.demons]

OOC song is "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward. I quite like it for them. =D

i know your life is empty
and you hate to face this world alone
so you're searchin' for an angel
someone who can make you whole

Maybe he thinks he's seeing things, she thought, almost weakened from her burst of energy. Honestly, the inner fire she kept pent up inside had never given her magma waves on her pelt like this... she felt the intense heat on her golden fur, felt the inferno writhing against her sunkissed pelt, and she grimly looked Viperpaw in the face, eyes shining blue stones in her orange-armored gilded face. Well, he's in for a surprise, I guess.

i cannot save you
i can't even save myself
so just save yourself!

Flexing her muscles, the she-cat straightened her regal form, sighing. Her hackles stood on end, furthering the flames. Vixenpaw appeared to be a prisoner of hell, serpentine wraiths of orange flame crawling up her body. She appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was tense and tight, and her muscles screamed from exhaustion every minute she was not fire-free. She felt like just letting it relax, but she needed to hold onto this just awhile longer; she owed Viperpaw that much.

i know that you've been damaged
and your soul has suffered such abuse
but i am not your savior
i am just as f.ucked as you

Taking a step forward, chin trembling slightly from the very effort it took to even stand with this thing on her fur, she gasped hoarsely, Viperpaw, hear me out... my sister and my brother... and me, too... Closing her eyes, she managed to continue hurriedly, They all have something wrong with them like me... Icefire has the pain thing, you saw that, the thing where he kills you in your mind... and Silverpaw, her fur is like water, heat rolls over immediately... Stumbling a bit, she lost her breath, and the inferno ceased, flickering like a weak candle flame. She fell limply against the dust, sending cold dirt onto her fur.

i cannot save you
i can't even save myself
so just save yourself!
i cannot save you
so just save yourself!

please don't take pity on me...
please don't take pity on me...

Managing to catch her breath as the dark, cold world came into her focus again, she centered her gaze on Viperpaw, smiling softly into his sweet face. God, he's still standing here. He didn't run from me, the StreamClan freak with the killer brother and dead parents. He... he's still standing in front of me, looking at me with those beautiful concerned eyes. Why?

my life has been a nightmare
my soul is fractured to the bone
and if i must be lonely,
i think i'd rather die alone

She was aware of the slight smoke smell she emitted, the smell of heavy black charcoal. Shaking it to allow the wind to comb through her thick hair, she still lie in the dust, warily continuing from where she left off. See... none of us know why. But, Spectrumfire -- my dad, MireClan deputy -- and Violetlight, my mum -- WillowClan warrior -- had us three. They were normal physically... but all of their three kids had a weird thing, a strange power that is hard to control and dangerous as hell. Here she paused.

Well, mine is dangerous; Icefire's is certainly dangerous... but not my sister's. She's lucky... not as much of a freak... as me... Her voice quieted briefly, feeling an overwhelming sorrow grip her autumn colored body. Yeah... freak... but who has ever called you that but yourself? She thought tiredly, and, looking up with sleepy realization, she realized that was the truth. The only one who thought she was really a freak... was herself... hah, how ironic.

you cannot save me
you can't even save yourself
so just save yourself!

You have something sweet, Vixenpaw, in Viperpaw. Don't ruin it yet.

She trembled, still gazing at him softly.

i cannot save you
you can't even save yourself
we'll just save ourselves!

[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

[[Song: w.a.m.s Fall Out Boy]]

when all the others were just stirring awake
I'm trying to trick myself to fall asleep again

The inferno calmed around vixenpaw's pelt, her sleek form falling as if in slow motion into the dust. Viperpaw reacted immediately, rushing to her side as she passed out. Vixenpaw?? He mewed worriedly, hovering over her still form. He breathed a sigh of relief when her blue eyes met his, an exhuation in their depths he hadn't realised was there. As she spoke, he listened quietly, not interrupting as he would have liked to do, not even protesting when she called herself a freak. He knew this was something she had to get off her chest.

Hurry, hurry
You put my head in such a flurry, flurry

"Vixenpaw...." He whisered when she finished, lowering himself onto his belly and pushing himself into her, supporting her, until his cream coat mixed with her ginger. "You are no freak...
You are unique, special, but never a freak. Not to me. " He whispered in her ear, caressing her gently. "Does it hurt? T-the.....fire?" He couldn't stand the thought of her power hurting her, or anything for that matter. In that instant, he knew there was something between them, some special bond they shared, and for the life of him, he knew he never wanted to lose that.

What makes you so special?
What makes you so special?

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[angels.to.demons]

i took a walk around the world
to ease my troubled mind
i left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time
but i watch the world through to the dark side of the moon
i fear there's nothing i can do

yeah..

Her eyes staring into the distance, away from Viperpaw, away from the stream gently chaffing the bay behind her, away from the situation in the dark leaf-bare scarred forests around her, she allowed her gaze to sight upon lights in the distance that she knew were not natural. Her fur lying flat at last, her flanks slowing in their desperate pumping, her tail lying limp in the dust, she closed her eyes and relished the words from Viperpaw's mouth. StarClan, she was relieved. Vixenpaw... he had began, and she thrilled in the soft feel of his pale fur mingling with her vibrant pelt. She had the same feeling she had when she had been surrounded by her kin -- Minnowpool, Eclipse, Spectrumfire, Violetlight, Silverpaw, and, yes, even Icefire -- as a kit, feeling guarded, protected from the world around her. Staring into the soulful eyes of her young friend, she gratefully closed her eyes.

You are unique, special, but never a freak...

How she wished she could believe his words. It was true -- she was only a freak in her own mind. However, she knew that if the world around her, the Clans that thrived around her, knew about her pyrokinesis, the burning embers within her soul, that they, too, would announce her an anomaly and ban her from their quaint lives. Shivering, not from the cold or from her thoughts, but from the feel of Viperpaw's sweet warmth against her flank, she softly lay her head on his shoulder, feeling as though he were the only thing keeping her sane in this strange Clan's world. Like a supple scrap of driftwood, just as tattered as she, clinging to one another to survive the currents of life. She gently pressed her nose into Viperpaw's lush shoulder fur, feeling herself grow numb with relief.

i watch the world through to the dark side of the moon
after all, i knew it had to be something to do with you
i really don't mind what happens now and then
as long as you'll be my friend at the end

When she heard his last mew, her eyes closed. Not to me. This, when it usually would have annoyed her, sparked her spirits and lifted them high. So, he actually did care. Of course he did... it was in the way he looked at her with concern, the way he did not run when he watched fire emanate from her gold-ginger fur, the way he promised that she was unique instead of freakish. Vixenpaw let loose a gentle sigh, giving a kittenish mew under her breath. It was more of a symbol of her release, of her joy at, finally, having someone to share her burdens with and not have them run.

Yes and no. The fire does not hurt my body, only my mind. The thing is... it does hurt whomever is around me... I'm trying to control it... that's why I've been coming out here. Lifting her head to meet his eyes, she murmured, I know I shouldn't be trying to harness it... I know it's dangerous. But... Icefire... Instead of attempting to complete this thought, she closed her eyes and shook her head, brushing away the thought of her murderous littermate, still in the same Clan as her dear sister.

if i go crazy then will you still call me superman?
if i'm alive and well, will you be there holdin' my hand?
i'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
kryptonite

[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

we've got to hold on to what weve got
Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not

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When Vixenpaw visibly relaxed Viperpaw sighed. This is what he wanted. He knew he wanted his friend to feel as loved and safe as she seemed in this moment forever. A small smile passed his mouth as he looked at the peaceful form of his friend, how safe and at rest with the world she was at this moment. He wished he could keep this moment forever.

We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - well give it a shot

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She shifted beside him, his pelt never moving from hers. As she spoke, he could sense the anguish in her words. The fire does not hurt my body, only my mind. it does hurt whomever is around me... He closed his eyes at this. He had just seen just how much she could hurt other creatures around her, but somehow it didn't frighten him to think of her dangerous powers. To him, she was just another cat who needed his support, needed a friend. And if he could provide that friendship and support, he would, in anyway he could.

we're half way there
Take my hand and well make it - I swear

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I-I probably can't know what it's like for you, to experience that, and maybe I don't have the proper knowledge to help you, but I would like to help you, in any small or large way I can. Whatever you need of me, I'm here. I want that pain in your mind to go away as well. Viperpaw assured her, knowing he probably wasn't the right cat to train her powers in any way, but he wanted -needed even- to be there for her through this time, and beyond if possible.

Viperpaw nestled his muzzle deeper into her pelt in turn, taking comfort as her sweet, slightly charred smell enveloped him. The world slowed for a few moments then, and he felt as if the world were theirs. He wanted this to stay the same between them forever, and he knew he'd do anything in his power to keep it so.

When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers baby it's okay, someday
For love - well give it a shot

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O O C eh. I guess we'll end this sweet, pretty ramble now, eh?

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Vixenpaw turned, and if she had tear ducts, her eyes would be filled with the thin, filmy droplets. As it was, they showed only deep gratitude and a light layer of sorrow and heartfelt emotion. Sighing in a relief-rasped voice, You don't know how long I've wanted to hear someone like you to say that to me. She knew, then, that StreamClan was her home. If she didn't care for the rest of it -- the customs, the other warriors, the territory, the weather, the isolation -- she still honestly would never leave now.

Why?

Viperpaw, of course. She wondered briefly if this was how Violetlight, her mother, had felt about Spectrumfire... but, no, for now, at least, Vixenpaw would cherish Viperpaw as her closest and only living friend in the world. Smiling gratefully, she pushed herself to sore and trembling paws, briefly turning her nose toward the dark sky. A thin line of gray was breaking across the horizon, lightening the shadows beyond the forested cluster around StreamClan. Dawn is already coming, she thought loosely, no longer noticing the chilling wind, the drying mud and water at her golden, flame-colored pelt. Glancing at Viperpaw, she blinked, her eyes mimicking the blue-green of the waters beside them -- the water that, ultimately, had started a legacy, as well as ending a few behind that.

Hey, we'd better get back to camp. We're gonna be so tired, Vastflame won't even bother putting us on a dawn patrol, she mewed, a hint of lightness and humor somewhere in her sleepy mew. Nudging her soft-coated young friend gently, she nodded towards the direction of StreamClan's camp, just now realizing how exhausted she really was. The pyrokinetic ginger-and-gold femme suddenly was able to forget about Icefire, about the lost relationship with Silverpaw, about the haunting deaths of Spectrumfire and Violetlight, about the thriving, pulsing embers of evil in her veins. Instead, all that clouded her vision was Viperpaw.

StarClan. Let it stay that way forever.

[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

ooc//I suppose so.

Viperpaw laughed under his breath, amazed that she could think about being late for Dawn Patrol. Not after everything that had passed between them. But then, what else were they supposed to do. To the rest of the clan, nothing had changed, it was only the two of them that were different. He knew this was where he wanted to be. At her side. Forever. Even if for now it was just as her best friend.

I suppose we should be heading back, huh? He asked, a yawn escaping him as he made it to his feet. Dawn break was upon them, and they would be missed if they didn't hurry back he supposed. Come on then. He mewed quietly at her ginger side, a lightness returning to his voice. Pressing himself against her to steady her and himself too, he took the first shaky, sleep-laden steps towards their camp. Their home.

Viper TO------ StreamClan Camp

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Vixen to -- StreamClan camp