**x city of angels x** [open!]

[angels.to.demons]

ooc; yeppers. this is an open thread. anyone can post here, though I suggest a WillowClan or a rogue. Dawnbreak is still a test-drive charrie; I don't know if I'm keeping her. So, this thread will probably determine it. SOMEBODY help me keep it alive, please!

x ♥ x ♥ x

sometimes i feel like i don't have a partner
sometimes i feel like my only friend
is the city i live in; the city of angels
lonely as i am; together we fly...

The sky was as gray and dismal as the pelt of the small she-cat below as she slid her way through tufts of drying leaf-bare gripped grasses. The straw-like moor grass whispered against the warrior's thick, loosely clinging silver pelt, entwining in the longer, mangier hairs and contrasted against her pale winter's sky fur like brilliant sunlight on snow.

Pale amber eyes locked on the edge of the plateau, and, approaching the thin line of stone between her and several feet of wasteland below, Dawnbreak, warrior of WillowClan, stared out into a desert of its own kind. The cold expression her face regaled also matched the feeling her soul was trapped in; the emotionless, lonely, frigid air around her closed in on her heart and squeezed it like a badger holding its quarry in a death grip.

Why these morbid feelings?

Dawnbreak wasn't sure. She had not been a warrior of WillowClan long; her mother, Agileleg, had died sometime not too long ago, and the old queen had told her of ValleyClan's ressurrection shortly before her death. From there, she'd merged with the daughter Clan of her heritage, not knowing quite why it felt so different to her than her mother had described.

Maybe it's because you're alone. You've always been alone, Dawnbreak, and you know what the bitch of the bunch is? You probably always will be. But... we already knew that, eh?

Shaking away those morbid thoughts, she cast a weary glance behind her, where the sun set in a nest of gray clouds, delivering little pale light to where she sat, letting freezing breezes tousle the cream fur on her chest and the longer, darker gray and silver shades on her back and shoulders. Nothing good had come of her joining up with WillowClan, so far; she'd made no friends, she'd gained no loyalty... hell, the only thing she'd gotten was more shunned from the world than she already had been.

Bowing her head to stare at dusted cream paws, she raised on slowly, staring at the scraped pink pads, and she contemplated her future as a warrior in this godforsaken wasteland. What could she do to live here... contentedly?

Dawnbreak sighed, lowering her paw and closing her eyes slowly and feeling like a dramatic weakling. Still... that was what she was, in her eyes, and what she always had been. Did she really want friends? She didn't think so. She merely wanted to be accepted for who she was -- a badass bitch with an attitude but a loyal heart.

She turned her back on the world to stare down at the tumbling moorland below the flat plateaus... how symbolic.

and i don't ever wanna feel like i did that day
well take me to the place i love take it all away
and i don't ever wanna see what i did that day
take me to the place i love take it all away

[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

Singedpride looked around the flat moors blankly, used to the sights before her. It seemed she'd always be here, had always been since her arrival, somehow liking the blank emptiness of the moors to the crowded stuffiness of the Willow Clan camp. Recently she found he couldn't stand it there, the rush of Warriors to and fro, the yowls of the cats. It had gotten too much for her these past few moons, and now it seemed, with Leaf Bare upon them, that it would only get more unbearable.

If only she could find something to anchor her to this land, this life even, that didn't make her want to wretch or yowl with frustration. Her goody goody nephew had been made deputy, and with him around, there was really no peace.

So here she was, walking the Moorish pathes alone, her thoughts providing her sole company. Her shoulders sagged with that added weight her thoughts provided, her mind growing blank against the onslaught of thoughts that lapped against her consciousness.

She still preferred this though, to the hostility she knew most of her clanmates held for her, even if they didn't say it to her face. She had thought some were different, that maybe she had a chance here. But it seemed it was not to be. She didn't even know why she thought this time would be different, that maybe the cats in some small way would accept her. They never did. So now even as the dusk washed over her form, she was bitter. It had been all she had known for seasons now, most of her life in fact. Ever since Oceanfern, her life had been thrown into chaos.

Every cat she met now, she met with hostility, a mask. Not ever giving them a chance to hurt her like that tom had. And now it was such a part of her nature that she didn't know if she ever could.

So here she was, doomed by her own self to walk the pathes of life alone, just as she walked these moors: blankly and with the cold distance she had forced between herself and others.

A small dip in the field just then uncovered a shape she hadn't noticed in the midst of her ramblings. And why would she notice? shapes held no interest for her here, unless it was a mouse or small bird she could eat. But no, this one was bigger. As she got closer though, fog rolled in, obscuring the shape. trying to see through the blanket of droplets, Singedpride got nearer still, until when the fog did pass, she was standing only a few paw lengths away from a cat. Noticing their proximity, she backed off a few steps, and sat, staring openly at this newcomer. This cat looked more than road weary. She looked downtrodden, maybe even more so than Singedpride herself. This cat looked skinny at best, her silvery coat hanging loosely from her body.

Singedpride took no interest in her suffering though, but at the haunted expression in her eyes so much liker her own that paled this cats features. Watching, Singedpride left her mask up, as she did with any stranger, but her eyes still reflecting her own pain within. She didn't quite understand why she felt a connection with this feline, when so many others had been met with indifference.

Even so, she didn't speak the first words, only stared at this cat with growing curiosity, wondering what she would make of this encounter.

[angels.to.demons]

ooc; Leafy, I love you. -passionate kiss-
No, I'm kidding -- but seriously, you're a life saver. <3
Or, more correctly, a Dawnbreak-saver. xDD
Song is "Touch, Peel and Stand" by Days of the New. Excellent song, and very Dawnbreak-esque. I think it'll be her new theme.

xx

Since I know how low to go
I won't let it show
Won't you touch me touch me, I won't let it go
And now I stand, and I peel for more.
Won't you touch me touch me, I won't let it go

A freezing gust of wind crawled down Dawnbreak's spine like tiny spiders, bringing her hackles up against the harsh cold. Wrapping her tail around her small paws, she drew her head up and bleakly stared into the horizon. Ahh, she was so tired of this... so, so tired of being alone, of being pressed into the stone soldier she was, carrying out duties to her Clan with none of the love or passion her mother had surely expressed in ValleyClan. What is a warrior who does not feel for her Clan any longer? Or ever did?

Yes I've finally found a reason
I don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands
You are the one to abuse

Yes I've finally found a reason
I don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands
You are the one to abuse
One to abuse

She suddenly wondered if joining, simply to honor a dead mother's wish, was a terrible mistake. The thing was... she was committed, miserable or not. It was like making a deal with the devil; Dawnbreak had the feeling she had already signed her name in blood. Darkness had its claws around her heart, yes; but... she had a feeling if she could search hard enough for the light, she would certainly find it.

You're always talking back to me
You won't let it be, won't you touch me touch me
It never bothered you before
Now I stand and I peel for more, won't you touch me touch me
I won't let it go

Yes I've finally found a reason
I Don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands
You are the one to abuse

Dawnbreak slightly turned, hearing pressure against flesh and earth behind her; ears twitching, she wondered briefly if she had company that was worthwhile. Hostile towards a newcomer to their Clan, maybe; she knew it was a WillowClan warrior from the heavy, slightly familiar scent. She observed her as she silently came up behind her, as silent as the natural sunset around them. Stealthily creeping over the earth, Dawnbreak felt herself sigh. Err, I might actually not know her... though she seems familiar. I've seen her... maybe if I wasn't such a damned loner I'd have learned her name.

Yes I've finally found a reason
I Don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands

I've got this time on my hands
I've got this time on my hands
I've got this
You are the one to abuse
I've got this time on my hands
I've got this time on my hands
I've got this
You are the one to abuse
One to abuse
One to abuse

She dipped her head in case she was older or higher in stature, though she wasn't positive she was anything but a normal warrior. The dull look in her pale yellow eyes dissipated slightly, like wind tussling a gale or stirring a brushfire. She wanted to say something polite, but what came out of her maw instead was, And what are you looking at? Have you never seen a cat watch the sun go down? Who are you, anyways? I don't think I ever bothered to learn your name. Almost appalled at her manners but not surprised by her impulsive mouth, she took nothing back and anxiously awaited a reply from this she-cat. Dawnbreak smirked, knowing she had probably made an enemy with a single sentence.

ohh, yeah
you are the one to abuse

[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

[[It was my pleasure. -bows-]]
Singedpride raised her eyebrows slightly in mild interest. The words that spilled from the she-cat's mouth seemed like something she would say to an intruder. She wasn't used to hearing them spat back at her. Now even more interested in this warrior, she edged nearer, giving the cat her space but not as much as before. Seeing the warrior dip her head, she had to Supress a chuckle. Actually, I do it quite regularly. I was just wondering why you are out here instead of in one of the clans. That's all. Ussually I am the only cat to stalk these parts somewhat regularly. And no need to bother with all that higher warrior crap. Out here, we know no rank. We just are.

Singedpride sighed, lying down a distance from her, also directing her gaze towards the setting sun. And why would I tell my name if you haven't given me yours? Though here two cats could watch the sunset together and walk away never seeing eachother again. So if that's what you want, then I'm fine with that too. As Singedpride said this, she knew it wasn't completely true. She for once in a long while was curious about something. And she wasn't about to let that something go.

[[Not so long, but eh.]]

[angels.to.demons]

It was only once in a blue moon Dawnbreak found a cat she liked, and this one was one. Although it was certainly too early to tell, she appreciated this femme's wit. Stretching, she stood, although she wasn't quite sure why. Tilting her head and narrowing her wide yellow eyes, she answered, We're in the same Clan, yet we don't know each other. In a Clan as small and closed-in as WillowClan, you would think you would know everyone by the third letter in their name. She grinned, flashing a set of small, neat teeth, appearing filed down like a kittypet's.

Observing this warrior, she admired her coat; aggressively dark, with splashes of auburn. She contrasted strongly with Dawnbreak, who was small, unimpressive and pale gray with yellow eyes. Twitching the tip of her tail, she mewed noncomitally, Well, whether you care or not, my name is Dawnbreak. I haven't been in WillowClan long; but, with this new screwed up system, who has? I don't know a soul, but Mintleaf, Fadingsteps and Icefire... and I don't know them, y'know. Blinking owlishly, she carefully watched the newcomer. In the desolation she had found herself in, Dawnbreak was almost praying for a sign of kindled friendship, even if it was a weak one. She had found almost her double in persona, but... who knew?

[[don't]fear[the]reaper]

[[and now I'll test out Thunderstep!]]

"Who does?" A light-hearted voice sounded from nearby. Thunderstep padded towards the two she-cats, his large paws moving surprisingly lightly over the flat ground. The large light-colored tom smiled at the pair as he, too, sat down, curling his tail over his feet. The tom looked around, yellow eyes bright with ideas.

"Mintleaf's not much for soci'lizing with the Clan, is she? And that Icefire kid's weird as all hells, if you'll pardon my language, ladies," Thunderstep added the last bit quickly. He was a chivalrous sort, though not the type to go out of his way for she-cats. They made good company, at least. "My name's Thunderstep, by the way, he continued helpfully.

[[na na na na na na na na MANWHORE! XD]]

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[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

[[ MANWHORE! XD ]]

Singedpride let out a sigh. "I'm not too interested in Clan life myself, though I do participate when I'm needed. That's why you probably haven't seen me around much. I come here a lot now, just to think really. I'm Singedpride."

Turning, she tensed as she felt a new set of paws touch the ground near them. 'Of course. Just what we need. Another Tom to mess up a perfectly good conversation. Why does this always seem to happen?' She asked herself, annoyed. She raised her mask once more, not willing for just anyone to see through her shroud. Sitting, she twitched her tail towards the tom as she sized him up.

Fairly large, this grey tom, Thunderstep seemed to graze over the grass surprisingly easily. He seemed nice enough, with his opening line, easy to talk to she guessed, if she didn't know better. All toms she'd met so far seemed to have only one thing in mind when they met a she-cat. However nice or easy going they were, they basically were all the same.

[angels.to.demons]

Dawnbreak nodded to Singedpride, but looked up, surprised, when a new tom joined them. Thunderstep? Another cat she didn't know in the Clan? Closing, then opening her eyes with semi-wide eyes, she answered Thunderstep acidly, Aye, Mintleaf and Icefire are a pair, alright. Makes me think the only real warrior in this Clan is the deputy, and he's caught between those two until they both die. Sighing, she threw a wry glance to Thunderstep, mewing,

Don't have to be mannered around me; I have about as many manners as a kit from a murdering rogue clan. This was probably true, and although she herself had no time for manners, welcomed it in toms, who so often did not have them these days. Peering curiously at both Singedpride and Thunderstep, she wondered if they were truly the only warriors in WillowClan who noticed something weird with their higher powers. Blinking, she found this rather eerie.

Why is it everyone's eyelids are blinded by starlight here? She thought morbidly, then added on after a ragged moment, Actually, it's 'cause they worship starlight, but, that is besides the point.

[angels.to.demons]

Heya, guys, I'm closing this thread. We'll start another one elsewhere -- I'm just tired of it sitting here, rotting. So, if we want the conversation of SingedDawnThunder to continue, it'll have to go somewhere else. >D
[Plus, technically, it exceeds the dead-thread-limit.]
*CLOSED