&&& so . far . away }

[angels.to.demons]

O O C Takes place a little after "ten thousand fists". Basically an open thread, though it'd be nice if Mirror showed up. [coughHintHintJaidacough] Or at least Plague. Song is "So Far Away" by Staind. Actually, Diz could come and make Dark a warrior. [coughHintHintDizcough]

this is my life; it's not what it was before
all these feelings i've shared
and these are my dreams
that i've never lived before
somebody shake me
'cause i, i must be sleeping

Slipping through the ferns at the entrance of the camp, pelt clearly disguised by the fallen shadows from above, as sunset overtook the camp in a gripping orange and dusted-pink hurricane, a black tom emerged the camp. When he'd left it moons ago to find his parents, he had been a naive kit, but the adult that entered the camp now with prey in his jaws and droplets of blood between his claws was a warrior.

Setting his mouthful of prey down, he casually sat near the fresh-kill pile, lifting one jet paw to clean the crimson-clotted claws. One acid-green eye trailed one single pearl of scarlet stain the ebony fur near his forelimb, and he slowly licked it away, relishing the taste of his kill's lifeblood. Slowly stretching , he cast his eyes towards the horizon, which was slowly darkening. No stars were visible as of yet, though Darkpaw was not even looking for them.

now that we're here, it's so far away
all the struggle that we thought was in vain
and all the mistakes that one life contained
they all finally start to go away

and now that we're here, it's so far away
and i feel like i can face the day
and i can forget, and i'm not ashamed
to be the person that i am today

Moons had passed, chiseling the innocence from Darkpaw's eyes and emotions, his face and form. Once fluffy of pelt and bright of eye, naive of mind and playful of spirit, he now carried the weight of a depressed kind of wisdom, a sick, twisted look on the world's evils. Revisiting his old demons was not easy, but after he faced many a nightmare containing both false darknesses and real ones, he managed to push away two of the heaviest thoughts on his mind -- Shadow and Eclipse.

It had been far too long since Darkpaw had seen either of the dark animals, and he hoped it would be longer before he sighted either of them. If he saw Shadow, it would be in his dreams or in his death, and if he spied Eclipse, well, he didn't know what he would feel like. Empty? Lost? Joyous? Somehow, none of those fit the idea he got when he thought of her in his mind. Was he attracted to her? No doubt she was lovely in a cold, violent-looking way, but what a she-cat for him to lust after!

Sighing morbidly and looking away, he realized the only cat he needed to talk to right now was Mirrorpaw, his littermate, and the only she-cat in the world that had seen the same horrors he had, only through Shadow's blue eyes instead of Shroud's green. His sister, pretty and somewhat classy in her spotted gray fur, her regal manners, her proud way of moving and speaking. He was not at all like Mirrorpaw, but he did share the bond most littermates felt when they were alone in the world.

these are my words that i've never said before
i think i'm doin' okay
and this is my smile that i've never shown before
somebody shake me 'cause i, i must be sleeping

That was actually what Darkpaw felt like -- like he was alone in the world. He knew he had his sister, he knew his had his mentor, and he knew he had his memories of a haunting she-cat to keep him company. He had his Clanmates, he had his familiar hunting grounds, he had his dreams of being Clan leader one day. Yet, he didn't have the confidence and patience it took to carry all of those out. Sadly enough, he felt repressed into a muted existence whom only selected few noticed.

Those selected few weren't enough to save him from himself -- not yet, anyways. Suicidal many times before this, that was true. Darkpaw had always contemplated taking his life, ending the gray, monotonous misery he faced every day, but something always stopped it from becoming more than vicious thoughts.

i'm so afraid of waking
please don't shake me
afraid of waking
please don't shake me

and now that we're here, so far away
all the struggle that we thought was in vain
and all the mistakes one life contains
they all finally start to go away

and i can forget, and i'm not ashamed
to be the person that i am today

Looking towards the darkness behind and before him, Darkpaw himself slowly sauntered over to the center of camp, not wanting to enter the apprentice den, and yet, not wanting to leave. Mixed up inside on even the smallest decisions, that was him. Sighing, he settled near the edge of camp, dark pelt blending with the dusk well, he closed his eyes and listened to the pulse of his own demons.

[angels.to.demons]

-taps foot- WOW. I MAGICALLY haven't gotten a reply a MONTH later. Jaida? Dizzy? SOMEBODY from MireClan?!

[//The/Pendulum/Swings//]

ooc// Srry Foxx, I would reply, but Diz still needs to accept Missy into Mire. -dies-

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

[[snap, I do, don't I? Sorry, been watching stuff and playing Pokemon and stuff. =_=]]

[angels.to.demons]

OOC Well, if you reply with Plaguestar so you can accept Missy and make Dark & Mirror warriors, you are past forgiven.