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Post by angels.to.demons on Aug 17, 2008 14:14:16 GMT -5
seems like everything's the same and i'm left to discover on my own seems like everything is gray and there's no color to behold they say it's over and i'm trying yeah try to stay sober and i'm dying here How long can one go without any happiness whatsoever? As the sunset cast a multitude of colors across the sky, like a watercolor whose colors had blended together to create a magnificent silk masterpiece, none of the hues could match the rainbowed pelt of MireClan's deputy as he swiftly sprinted from GorgeClan territory to MireClan. No patrols had caught him from any of the Clans he'd run past... odd. Still, he was pleased with his secrecy skills. Narrow emerald eyes darted to and fro, very alert; as alert as his swiveling wedge-shaped ears and his attentive scent glands. So far, no hint of any enemy warriors... but who could be so sure that even Violetlight would not attack him? After all... she was obligated to protect her Clan... he sighed in pain. Would she? Waiting pensively for a forbidden mate to arrive in enemy territory was wearing on his nerves... Would she show? Would she attack? Spectrumfire sat solemnly, head low, but senses as alert as ever. StarClan forbid...
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Post by Hidden on Aug 19, 2008 1:01:26 GMT -5
Run, baby, run Don't ever look back They'll tear us apart If you give them the chance [/center] Violetlight yawned and continued padding lazily through WillowClan territory. Silverpaw had just been made an official apprentice, and Violetlight had slipped out of camp unnoticed. She wasn't doing anything wrong by going on a walk by herself. After all, she was a senior warrior, wasn't she? She hadn't spent very much of her life in a Clan, and she was only half WillowClan. Her other half was either a kittypet loner hybrid or a mixture of StreamClan and WillowClan, depending on how you looked at it. As the gray she-cat approached the Orange Grove, the wind shifted, ruffling her fur. She took a deep breath of the fresh breeze and stopped in her tracks, her brilliantly colored eyes flashing and narrowing with suspicion. MireClan. She remembered the look Plaguestar had given Mintleaf and how he had bragged about how strong MireClan was. He'd probably sent a spy to see if they could take over WillowClan. The gray warrior bristled, then hesitated. Maybe she should go get help. No, by the time she got back whoever it was would be gone. She could handle it. She dropped into a crouch and hid behind a bush. Her claws slid out. No MireClan warrior would go onto WillowClan territory and leave without a scratch. As she was preparing to leap, a familiar scent washed over the overpowering smell of MireClan warrior. Violetlight blinked and sheathed her claws. It couldn't be. She stepped out of the bush and groaned, for in front of her stood the multicolored pelt of her mate--no, former mate. They were in different Clans now, and the MireClan scent that clung to him proved it. The thought of what would have happened if anyone else had found him... He would have been ripped to shreds. The silver warrior looked him over. No cat had a pelt as stunning as his, or emerald eyes that even compared to the ones before her. If only he'd joined WillowClan instead of MireClan. Violetlight sighed and sat down. "What are you doing here?" she asked softly. She'd meant for it to come out sounding threatening, but was acutely aware of the worry in her voice. She didn't want him to get hurt. How could she live without him? For a fleeting instant she imagined herself joining MireClan. Then they could be together. But it was impossible. The other MireClan cats would never accept her; she was everything but MireClan. The gray warrior glanced around briefly and sniffed the air. The were alone, at least for now. Most of the other cats would be at the Clan meeting. They had a bit of time, but not much. She looked at the MireClan warrior, and realized that she should be driving him out then. And yet she couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again right then and there. Don't sell your heart Don't say we're not meant to be Run, baby, run Forever we'll be You and me [/center][/size] ((...Plaguestar is the MireClan leader, right? I'm blanking out.))
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Post by angels.to.demons on Aug 19, 2008 20:20:58 GMT -5
Yeah.
Reply tomorrow after school.
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Aug 19, 2008 20:23:28 GMT -5
[[you're in escuela? already? I'll wait another post cycle before bringing Icefire in.]]
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Post by Hidden on Aug 20, 2008 12:22:50 GMT -5
((Okie dokie. To both of you. -waits for Fox somewhat patiently-))
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Post by angels.to.demons on Aug 24, 2008 9:11:45 GMT -5
Sorry, guys. x.x; School is already a bit rough. Anyways, I'm working on bringing Viperpaw and Vixenpaw here too. x . x . x . x Was that... Violetlight? Jerking his head up, he could only barely catch the independent scent that still clung to her; WillowClan had rubbed off most of it and replaced it with their trademark aroma. Nothing good about that, but he supposed it meant she had fit in just fine. He was a bit stunned at the sight of her -- in the fur and flesh -- instead of in his dreams and roving thoughts. Her brilliant silver pelt was still glowing as faintly as a cascading waterfall, and her extraordinary eyes were glowing with concern and shock. Spectrumfire trembled slightly as he watched her emerge from the tawny moor grass, and, swallowing heavily, he responded to her with a dip of his head, I... I know... I couldn't help it, though. I took a risk, and you know what? I'm so damned tired of being the picture-perfect deputy and warrior. I just want our old life back... and even if it's impossible, I wanted to see you as I used to see you... even if it's for the last time. As he spoke, he voice wavered like ripples of water after a fish streamed across. Glancing behind him wearily, just to be sure, he then stepped forward, feeling the weight of his new life settle on his shoulder like the world itself. He felt as though he were not just around thirty moons old, but one thousand. He wished for the simple life he had led once MarshClan had dissipated, like mist in a gale. He realized that although he had missed the Clans' world... He wasn't built for it, like he had been when he was an apprentice. Working for Plaguestar, who was a trustworthy cat, despite being Abyssfang's son, was haunting his dreams, although that was not quite fair to the young leader. Shuffling his paws in close defeat of just leaving MireClan altogether, he gazed into Violetlight's eyes, wondering if she was experiencing anything similar.
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Post by Hidden on Aug 25, 2008 0:11:36 GMT -5
Violetlight was vaguely aware that the MireClan deputy's words should have shocked her, but she felt exactly the same way. Minus the deputy part, of course. But when their gazes met, the very idea that he was the MireClan deputy seemed absurd; the tabby she-cat saw only the tom she loved.
"I know," she said gently. "Maybe neither of us were meant for Clan life. It's not bad living in WillowClan. I would have been happy with it before... Before I got a taste of something better." She took a step closer to the tom, ignoring his MireClan scent and instead focusing on the sweet scent of her mate. "I didn't realize what I... we were giving up in going to our own Clans."
Then practicality seemed to settle in on her again, only to be washed away by a crazy idea. "You know... we can still leave. It's not too late. There are loners." She gave him a friendly lick on the ear. "WillowClan would never let you join. And I couldn't live in MireClan, if they would even accept me."
((Sucky post, sorry.))
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Aug 28, 2008 19:30:15 GMT -5
[[and now for a little twist]] "I don't think any Clan would accept you, Violetlight," a cold, high voice cried from atop one tree. Icefire leapt down from his perch, eyes alight with triumph and, yes, malice. He positioned himself between his parents, orange-tipped tail swaying back in forth as though the young tomcat were comtemplating something. "Traitors," he spat after a moment, as though the word left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. "That's the word for cats who would leave their Clans and responsibilities for their own pleasures, isn't it?" His violet eyes darkened for a moment as he cast a glare in Spectrumfire's direction. "Go on, dad. Enlighten me. I'm just dying to hear your definition of it. After all," Icefire smirked. "You're the big Clan deputy, aren't you?" The small tom's eyes burned with hate for Spectrumfire. Oh, when he was little, hardly more than a kit, Icefire had loved, even adored, his father. He'd wanted to be a big, strong warrior, just like him. But time had passed, and Icefire had noticed that he wasn't getting much bigger; his sisters far surpassed him in size, even then. And, for that matter, he hadn't been much stronger than them, either. But he'd made up for it, hadn't he? He'd become WillowClan's medicine cat, though he hardly knew anything about healing. He was counsel to Mintleaf, was one of the only cats who could easily influence her opinion, even if through lies of what StarClan said. But that wasn't enough for Icefire. He wanted revenge, revenge for not being stronger, faster, bigger. For having to fight other ways than simple clawing and biting. And he was going to start with his father. [/blockquote]
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Post by Hidden on Aug 31, 2008 21:32:22 GMT -5
Violetlight took a quick step away from her mate and glared at the cat who had interrupted them. She felt her fur begin to bristle. Her own son shouldn't be talking to them like that, and he shouldn't have been spying on them, or have followed her in the first place.
The gray she-cat forced herself to sit, a harsh truth creeping down her spine. She and Icefire were in the same Clan. Spectrumfire was not. It was against the warrior code for her to meet with her mate; she should be preparing to attack him, not her son. To make things worse, Icefire was the medicine cat, while Violetlight was only a warrior. And the fact that Spectrumfire was the MireClan medicine cat only made things worse.
If she didn't attack Icefire, he would certainly tell Mintleaf about her meeting with Spectrumfire, most likely in a completely exaggerated way. But Violetlight knew the WillowClan leader would swallow anything her beloved medicine cat spat her way. The worst that would happen would be that she would be expelled from the Clan. But wasn't that what she wanted?
If she did attack Icefire... she would be in even more trouble. Attacking a medicine cat was strictly forbidden, especially your own. But Icefire hardly counted as a medicine cat. As far as Violetlight knew, her son knew nothing about healing; all he could do was torture cats. No, attacking him was out of the question. Her fur flattened, but she still glared at the small cat.
"Why were you following me?" she asked coldly.
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Silverpaw sniffed the air. She'd slipped out of camp to take a walk. Now that she was an apprentice she could do that, right? She caught a whiff of the sour scent that meant her brother was nearby. She wrinkled her nose and started to turn the other way, then paused. If she wasn't allowed to be out of the camp alone, she could at least use the excuse of helping the medicine cat collect herbs. That was a good thing for an apprentice to do, wasn't it?
The silver apprentice followed the scent, surprised at how easy tracking was. The trail led her to Fourtrees, where two new scents reached her. There was no mistaking her mother's scent; she had seen her just a little while ago. The third scent was harder than her relatives' were. It smelled of MireClan.
The apprentice crouched and stalked up to a bush, peering through carefully. She glanced back to make sure her tail wasn't sticking out, then looked at the clearing where the four Clans met at every full moon.
After a brief pause, she recognized the multi-colored pelt of her father. To her surprise, her mother was bristling at Icefire, not the invader. Wasn't she loyal? Silverpaw hadn't known that her parents had been meeting. She felt somehow betrayed.
Silverpaw strained her ears and heard her mother's voice. 'Why were you following me?'
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Post by Hidden on Sept 3, 2008 17:57:10 GMT -5
((-slaps Diz and Fox- Reply, darn it!))
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Sept 3, 2008 20:09:59 GMT -5
[[Can't. Ice directly addressed Spec.]]
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Post by angels.to.demons on Sept 3, 2008 21:22:07 GMT -5
Ugh. Sorry, guys. Anyways, I'm gonna go ahead and bring Vix and Vipe in. xx The mocking voice of the young apprentice-aged cat made Spectrumfire's ears flatten against his head. His emerald glare rested on his son's smug expression, but it softened as he realized the truth: the young tomcat was absolutely right. Spectrumfire was not supposed to be here... and Violetlight was going to get in trouble because of him. He wanted to hastily apologize and go, feeling embarrassed to be chastised by his own young son and the medicine cat of WillowClan, but suddenly, a feeling of hesitation and anxiety to leave Violetlight alone with this cat washed over him. The violent look in the mottled tom's eyes made him want to snap at him like a rogue in his terra; and this was his own son! Speaking of children... Whose scent was that on the wind? Was this a family reunion, or what? His ears twitched as he thought about how he had brought his clan here to have a brawl which could endanger their new alliances. It was clearly Silverpaw's scent, and it thrilled him to know his little Violetlight-look-a-like daughter was here. Yet, he didn't acknoweledge her presence. He didn't want her to know she had disloyal parents, though even a twig-brained idiot could figure out that Violetlight and Icefire weren't attacking Spectrumfire. Sighing reluctantly, he answered his son's hostile remark with a bored-sounding grunt, Yes, I am. I got there because I was strong and loyal, although you are not seeing that facet of me here. And... I here you're the new big Clan medicine cat, huh, son? He didn't feel intimidated by a kitten like Icefire, who was a bully and always had been, though an intelligent one. His steely eyes met the budding tomcat's with a mild look of amusement, as though he were humoring him; though he was prickling with discomfort from his ears to his tail tip. xx Vixenpaw didn't know why, exactly, she had come here. A hunting patrol for StreamClan should not have ended up in WillowClan territory, but she had known... hadn't she? As soon as she rounded the border, anxiously glancing behind her to see if Viperpaw was still following, she felt the scents of MireClan and WillowClan hit her in the face. It made her fur prickle with excitement and extreme worry. Spectrumfire and Violetlight were there, she knew, but WillowClan's scents far outpowered MireClan; others were with her. Stopping fearfully before they saw her or smelled her, she peered through the moor's grasses, seeing the flaming pelt of Spectrumfire as he challenged Icefire openly. Ooh! Good one.. she still felt revulsion when she thought of her father-look-a-like littermate. Her mother looked on, looking guilty, ashamed, and a little worried. But the scent that intrigued her the most was Silverpaw's. Ah, yes, she knew her best friend when she smelled her. Vixenpaw kept low to the grasses, trying to conceal her prairie-gold pelt as best as she could, yet still peering through the tendrils of tawny straw-grass, watching with a sick kind of excitement. She knew something bad was going to happen, and Icefire was looking pretty gleeful right about now... She felt like turning around and saving Viperpaw from the family crisis she felt could possibly happen. Too late now.
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Post by Hidden on Sept 3, 2008 23:30:36 GMT -5
((Yeah. Technically I also should've waited for Fox, but I'm an impatient person.))
Violetlight sighed softly, her anger turning to annoyance and a vague boredom. Her mate and her son were always disagreeing about something or another. Although she shared Spectrumfire's feelings about their son, a small part of her loved him simply because he was her kit. Her mind drifted back to the wonderful days when they were a happy family of loners. She remembered lying in the grass by the Twisting River next to Spectrumfire, watching their three beautiful kits playing. Icefire had seemed so innocent back then, it made her wonder where she'd gone wrong.
He was a medicine cat; he wasn't supposed to get involved in Clan politics. Part of her wanted to point this out to him, but she knew it was useless. She just hoped that he wouldn't hurt Spectrumfire. She felt confident enough being alone with her son, since they were in the same Clan, but anything he did to her mate could be justified by his trespassing.
A couple of new scents reached her. Oh no. Unless she was sadly mistaken, which she was sure she wasn't, both of her daughters were also present. A mother who couldn't recognize her kits' scents didn't deserve to have kits at all. The she-cat cast a quick glance around, hoping they were well-hidden and that Icefire was too busy coming up with a response to Spectrumfire's statement to notice them. The she-cat then stared squarely at her son, not wanting to reveal that she'd scented anything.
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Silverpaw blinked in surprise. Maybe she was just imagining it, but... no, that was definitely her sister's scent. The gray she-cat had always preferred her sister over her brother, and had been disappointed when she and Icefire had joined the same Clan but Kitsune had joined another. Silverpaw wondered what her sister's Clan name was. Her first instinct was to track the other apprentice down, but there were a couple reasons she couldn't. First, she didn't want to give herself away, and second, she couldn't be sure if Kitsune still wanted to be her friend. Maybe she'd taken the Warrior Code to heart, and now wanted nothing to do with Silverpaw. The thought of having their friendship ruined just because they were in different Clans was painful.
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Sept 4, 2008 2:04:35 GMT -5
Viperpaw ran, a distance behind Vixenpaw as she began heading into new ground. When they passed the scent marker, marking the edge of Streamclan, he stopped, wondrously for a moment before following a bit more slowly, but still as eagerly after the strong apprentice. Wonder if she knows we passed the border. She doesn't know our scent too well yet. But the young she cat seemed confident in her movements, giving the appearance of knowing exactly where she was headed. It was exciting for him, even if against the Code, for them to be traveling unknown grounds, together. Gathering speed, he ran up to her, almost catching Vixenpaw. He halted a few yards back as she did. Startled, he realized they had come upon Four Trees. What are we doing here?! He wondered. He could feel the tension and confusion coming off Vixenpaw in waves, though buried in those feelings there was a slight sense of joy. What's this all about? Viperpaw continued slower, moving stealthily as she did. Again halting, he tasted the air, surprised and alarmed as a mixture of Mireclan, and Willowclan hit his senses. bristling, Viperpaw crouched low, creeping through the tawny grasses he reached the very edge of the clearing. Peering through the grasses, he viewed the scene in front of him with shock. Vixenpaw does know what she's doing, Right?! He thought hurriedly, as he spotted his companion a few yards in front of him. Peering past her, he saw a multicolored tom, smelling strongly of the sour Mireclan scent. Two other cats, one a small tom, who strangely looked like a much smaller version of the Mireclan cat, and a silvery female both smelled of Willowclan. From what he could gather, the small tom looked to be the son of the Mireclan warrior. So then why are these three meeting like this? And why would a son not be with his father or visa versa? It certainly made no sense to him at the moment. Furthermore, Vixenpaw seemed to know all three cats, though she seemed wary or even scared of the small tom. He also scented another source of Willowclan scent, though he didn't move a hair to work. Whatever was going on, he figured it would be best to remain unseen, at least for the moment that is.
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Post by angels.to.demons on Sept 5, 2008 19:28:53 GMT -5
Leafy, one of Vixen x Viper's theme songs has got to be "Cold", by Crossfade. It definitely reminds me of Vixie. -cuddles- looking back at me i never really got it alright i never stopped to think of you i'm always wrapped up in things i cannot win you are the antidote that gets me by something strong like a drug that gets me high Vixenpaw glanced behind her as soon as Viperpaw arrived. With her tail, she motioned they mutedly move over to the left, where a secluded cluster of brush lie. The band of soft ginger smoothed itself over his muzzle, then she nodded towards the brush pile, gliding over to it as silently as she could, practically crawling like a spider. While moving, she whispered to him, Viperpaw... I have to tell you the truth. That MireClan tom, that's my father. The silver warrior is my mother, and the small rainbow-pelt tom is my brother. I think Silverpaw, my sister, is here, too -- all three of them are in WillowClan. She didn't know exactly why she was explaining the forbidden to him... except... well... She didn't want to think about that right now. Best friends didn't keep secrets like that, did they? Besides, her family had abandoned her and she was isolated in StreamClan while her father reigned in MireClan with Plaguestar and Shatteredsky and her mother and siblings walked the moors in WillowClan. Vixenpaw was alone... but for Viperpaw. For that reason, she spilled her guts, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She had no regrets... ever. Then she added, I don't know what's going on here, Viperpaw... but it scares me a little. You see that cat... the little one? He's named after Spectrumfire. He's called Icefire... and he's... he's... She struggled to tell him of the supernatural force that surrounded her brother... the deadly potential he held within him... But she couldn't tell Viperpaw about Icefire and Silverpaw's strange abilities without revealing her own. And... what would he think of Vixenpaw if she were a freak... which... that's what she was. Sighing, she miserably concluded her sentence with a morbid mew of, He's evil. I don't care if he is a medicine cat; he tried to kill me once. That's why we can't let them see us.
what i really meant to say was i'm sorry for the way i am (i never meant to be so cold) never meant to be so cold i never really wanted you to see the screwed up side of me that i keep locked inside of me so deep i never really wanted you to go so many things should have known i guess i'll need to just know i guess i'll need to stop this cold
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