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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 15, 2007 22:17:47 GMT -5
The twiggy she-cat paused for a moment at the wire fence, tt was in a dilapidated state. She wove under the rusted wire in a less than perfect manner and left behind a patch of dark ginger fur. She felt her excitement bubbling to the surface, which was not a good thing, as she tended to get hurt from her overly rambunctious self. She shook herself and stared deep into the tawny grass of the field, her white paws landed on the ground heavily. She obviously cared nothing for stealth and wasn't too worried about it either. This place was obviously old and forgotten, so why worry about waking anybody up, when there wasn't anybody home.She tottered along through the tall, golden grass with her sooty gaze alive and actively bouncing from corner of the field to another...
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Post by Hidden on Dec 15, 2007 23:06:04 GMT -5
A pair of dark blue eyes peered curiously over the golden stalks of grass. Though she was young, she was very large for her age and was able to see over the tall grass. A patch of dark ginger caught her eye, and, without even pausing to consider whether it could be something dangerous, she began shoving her way through the grass, her fluffy gray tail raised high in the air. It didn't take long for her to identify the dark ginger shape as a cat. "Hello!" she called cheerfully, loudly shoving aside the stalks with her broad shoulders and pounding the earth hard with her large gray paws. The truth was that with her sister and mother missing, and father dead, the she-cat was lonely and happy for any company, though she hadn't gotten to the point of being sad about being abandoned.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 15, 2007 23:29:05 GMT -5
Asphodel turned on her paws quickly and braced for an attack but the hell caught her off guard. She calmed herself with a deep breath, her green eyes saw the grey peltage of another cat. The fur on her nape relaxed, as she slowly approached the grey ball of fur. Her gait had a slow, steady grace to it, she walked with confidence. Her green gaze met with a dark blue one. She could almost smile but she didn't she inclined her head slightly "Hello,I'm Asphodel, but you can call me Azy" her voice was calm but soft, as if the larger she-cat hadn't scared her half to death "What's you're name?"
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Post by Hidden on Dec 15, 2007 23:53:23 GMT -5
"Hey Azy," Baykit said cheerfully, not even trying to pronounce her real name. "My name's Baykit." The fluffy blue-gray she-cat sat down. "So," she started, not sure what to say. "What brings you here?" Was she all alone too?
((Meh. Sorry about the sucky post.))
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Post by flinteh on Dec 15, 2007 23:55:40 GMT -5
Time is so hard to escape. It runs on, regardless of the pain it causes. Time, it has a way of dragging on at the hard times, speeding by when your life is at it's best. This torture is it's only way to live. Otherwise time would be naught but the position of the sun. Time has a soul, and it is broken. There is no way to fight time, just try to keep up with it's rapid flow, and not to be swept away like a leaf in the wind. Bottled up inside Captain Blacksparrow stood on the edge, in soul and in reality. The darkness of the ravine gaped in front of his paws as a rough breeze swept his soft fur. Tendrils of air curled around his paws, buffeted his head, pushed him. The yawning chasm was calling to him, the wind coaxing him to the edge. Tears ran down his handsome face, his eyes like molten gold as they radiated emotion. are the words I never said He pushed against the wind, resisting, his will to live stronger than his despair, his remorse. The ghosts of his siblings floated in front of his face, calling him over. Calling him down. She sobbed, his white paws dislodging pebbles and sending them cascading down into the depths of the ravine. He took a step back, shaking his head. The faces of his loved ones followed him, taunting him. He howled, his face tilted at the sky, his rage pouring out. Guilt, remorse, pain was washed away by all the pent up pain he had been forced to live with. the feelings that I hide The sky was dark, laughing with dark crashes, flouncing arrogantly with bright bolts of light. The wind was strong, the air thick. It mimicked his rage, his pain, magnified it, made the scene so very troubling. He quieted and lowered his head, only a few footsteps from the edge. His eyes were blank, his heart beating raggedly. His mind was swimming with images from his past. Scars deep under his fur felt like burrs stuck to his pelt. the lines you've never read. The storm was passing, slowly but surely. The laughing monster drew back behind his silver gilded screen. His flashy lights dimmed, his deep laugh faded as the sun pushed from the depths of the storms bowels. The sun, feeble but sure, warmed Blacksparrow's weary pelt. He watched as a leaf dislodged from it's branch and danced in the wind. He pitied the leaf as it fluttered away in the mild flitting breeze. It's life was ending, it's story over, while he was only beginning his life. Yet he envied it's simple life, it's rudimentary existence. Nothing haunted a leaf. You could see it in my eyes Blacksparrow watched the sun fight the dark, it's face growing brighter by the second. He let the sun's beauty fill him, let the mild breeze wash away his hurt. He felt refreshed, purified. He'd let out his pain, howled it to the heavens. Now he could go on a bit longer. His bright onyx-black eyes were glittering, a spring in his step as he stood. He loved these times to himself. He chuckled and turned, padding away from the ravine. read it on my face He stopped, hesitating. On the other side of the ravine was a cascading waterfall, bathed in moonlight. He smiled, sizing up the distance across the ravine. He took off at a sprint, the gaping hole that was the ravine yawning in front of him. He jumped. trapped inside are lies He was flying, soaring. Fear fluttered in his chest as he began his descent, a few pawsteps too soon. He hit the edge with her front paws, scrabbling desperately. His heart beat fast as pebbles fell around her to fall down, down into the ravine. and a past I can't replace. He felt his claws sink into a gutter whole and he hauled himself up, laughing. He flopped in the grass, his heart racing and a big smile present on his face. He rolled in the grass, reveling in it's feel and smell. He stopped, staring at a small purple wildflower, so innocent and sweet. He closed his eyes, rolling onto his back. He began to drift off, his fur dancing in a soft stirring breeze. The hatred that resides in me. Blacksparrow looked towards a barrenfield, the darkness overcoming his senses. He squinted in the darkening world, overlooking two other cats and a fence. His orbs scanned yet again, but this time he pinpointed the two cats. However he moved a few inches closer, not wanting to disturb them on this evil not.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 16, 2007 0:02:09 GMT -5
((Occ: Wow! You are literate! I feel incompetent now))
The white and ginger she-cat smiled now, it was soft and it vanished just as quickly. Her head was cocked as she fell to her haunches and wrapped her tail around her white forepaws. "Not much really" she replied to Baykit "Just wandering, and why are you here?" her voice was still soft and quiet like a breath that was let out. Truthfully, it made her think of her younger sister, who would never know what it felt like to be free of her torment, of her pain, of her sickness. 'What a strange name' she thought, it was a very strange name to her but then surely Asphodel must be a strange name for Baykit to hear...
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Post by flinteh on Dec 16, 2007 0:06:38 GMT -5
How this meadow brought back memories. Horrible memories, tainted with the death of a loved one and guilt resting on the tom's shoulders. This was the fifth time that Blacksparrow had revisited the Tawny Field after that fateful incident he had faced during apprenticeship... but it was the first time he had returned by his own free will. As a young loner he had come on patrols this way, only by command of himself. He never liked it, but he was never one to decline his duties as a loner of the forest. Even if no MountainClan blood was in his veins. Now, he padded along the wetland, blinking his onyx-black eyes up at the darkening skies. Night would come soon, with it the rise of the moon, and the presences of his forgotten ancestors. One of which would be brighter than the rest to him. He repeated this stargazing every night that he could, and he talked to the brightest star. Just because Gossamerstreak was not physically beside him didn't mean she wasn't here. He often saw her starry tortoiseshell pelt in his dreams, and sometimes he could have sworn he felt her beside him, guiding his pawsteps. It was painful to be here again, and Blacksparrow was considering turning back and hightailing it back to his den. But something tied him here - perhaps would his connection with Gossamerstreak's spirit be stronger tonight because he was here, standing on these cursed lands? The handsome tom paused and sighed, bowing his head to his paws in grief. "It was my fault..."
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Post by Hidden on Dec 16, 2007 0:11:44 GMT -5
((And you say you're a n00b! You're offending the rest of us...))
Baykit shrugged. "No reason really," she paused, then decided to risk asking a question. "Umm... I was just wondering. Why is your name so... weird?" She cut off hastily, then quickly added, "I mean weird as in different than what I'm used to. I guess my name probably seems weird to you." She blinked and wrapped her tail around herself and resting the tip on her paws. It was twitching nervously, and her anxiousness showed in her eyes too, but at the same time they were round with a kit-like curiosity. She had never been very good at hiding what she was thinking.
Then, as so often happened, Baykit got distracted. "Did you hear that?" she asked nervously. "I thought I heard someone talking." Or maybe I was just imagining it?
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 16, 2007 0:15:52 GMT -5
She was getting to reply that it was Baykit's name that was weird to her but a voice dragged her away from it.The twiggy she-cats head snapped her tabby head to the sound of tom's voice. She didn't understand what he was getting at. What was his fault? 'He doesn't have eyes!' she felt her heart beating wildly. Then, slowly, she relized that they were just very dark, insanely dark. She felt his guilt, as she felt her own, she stretched out her pace as she approached the pitch black tom "Is...is everything alright?" she was stumbling over words! This is Asphodel! She never stumbled over her words, ever! This was truly terrifying, her voice had changed too into something else. It was shaking, she couldn't believe herself!
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Post by Hidden on Dec 16, 2007 0:26:50 GMT -5
Baykit replayed the sound she had heard, and slowly made it into words. But they made no sense. In a heartbeat the atmosphere had gone from light conversation to an awkward gloominess. She wanted to say something to go along with what Azy had said, but no words came when she opened her mouth, so she closed it again. Comforting others wasn't Baykit's strong area; she always said the wrong thing. No, sometimes it was better to remain silent, even though it was awkward.
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Post by flinteh on Dec 16, 2007 0:34:54 GMT -5
Sigh. Why did this little pipsqueak ruin his reunion? Blacksparrow gave a puff of resigntment the mumbled, "What do you want?" He watched the rest of his followers get confronted by their leader. He watched Poisonflame climb up onto a ridge. He thinks he's all that. But he's never behind anything. Never making plans. Just acting all high-and-mighty when he's really a worthless poser! Like some of my followers, too, he thought, looking vehemently at the spot where Baykit had just stood. Then he threw his sight back towards Asphodel. She wasn't doing much of anything. Was he a pushover, too? Blacksparrow never really took the time to associate with the leader of gang. Yes, he did plan to stay in this gang, but the small tomcat never thought it really mattered to be on a leader's good side. Now he was seeing him in a new light. If he got on the she-cats good side by acting innocent and sweet toward her and veiling his pranks from her... maybe she would like him and not hurt him. He shook the dirt off his paws, threw it off his nose, and quickly took a dip in the stream he was next to. When he came out, his pitch black fur was shining with all the radiance that hygeine can grant to a cat.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 16, 2007 0:43:58 GMT -5
Azy wasn't at all shocked by his words or his tone, she was however astounded by his radiantly black pelt. 'Breathe!Azy,Breathe!' she reminded herself of the necessity of the act and did just that. She looked in Baykit's direction and shrugged, she wasn't sure what anything was about anymore. She cautiously approached the gleaming tom, her sooty stare revealed her flabbergasted state. Her white paws landed on the ground softly "I'm Asphodel" she introduced herself to the black tom and then motioned to Baykit with a casual flick of her tail "And that is Baykit. What is your name, if you don't mind me asking" she'd wind up asking him no matter what, but what the hell. She might as well act polite, because in the end, they'd all leave her...
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Post by flinteh on Dec 16, 2007 0:51:15 GMT -5
Blacksparrow pawed a peice of moss before anwsering the direct question. His narrow head bent to gently lick his chest fur, the swooshing of the licks could be heard from afar. The rythmic beats were like an eagle's talon keeping pace with the bellowing gale of the meadows. His peircing gaze peered up from his licking, "My name is Captain Blacksparrow...Although I prefer Blacksparrow." His tone was neither happy nor mad. But he was one of those creatures that were evil in a special way, not one of those coldhearted beasts down to the very core. (ack, crappy post for realz)
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 16, 2007 1:00:20 GMT -5
She wasn't expecting that reply, it was lacking in emotion. She chuckled lightly at his name, apparently the three cats all had very strange names. Asphodel shrugged the thought of names off and went onto to another more pressing issue "What exactly is your fault?" there was no fear in her voice. 'Idiot!Why don't you ever think before you speak!?' another internal battle had begun, she hated them. Her conscience meant very little to her as far speaking went, but now of all times? It was too late though, she'd already spoken...
(That's a pretty normal post and anyway it's like a decent pargraph, so chill man)
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Post by flinteh on Dec 16, 2007 1:15:40 GMT -5
A unearthly chill wound it's way throguh his body unable t ostop it, he shivered. The chill had found its target, his mind. Blacksparrow felt a growl rise up in his throat, but not for Asphodel. But for himself, why does this happen to me! Blacksparrow was about to swipe a paw through his neck for him to stop this nonsense, to stop acting the way he acted. It was all about his childhood, about his kits. About his past, escpecially about his father and brother. How did they get so wound up in all of his buisness. A look of sadness crossed the tom's face, it was gone as soon has it had came. Blacksparrow twitched in an ear impatiently with himself. Looking up, a pang of grief camp upon his face willingly. He could not control his emotions any longer. "I was abondoned when I was just a few moons old. However I knew my parents, and my little bully of a brother. He was an exact replica of my father, thats why we always called him Jr., or Aiden Jr., but his birth name was Wail. It all started when the clans fell apart so a group of cats made a gang, and my father was elected the leader, however. I was banished from the realm." Blacksparrow's voice was full of sorrow and loss. He did not however tell Asphrodel the whole story, about before he was banished about his mate and kits. He had keep that a secret, and a good secret at that. (another crap post...Oh well Raven)
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