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Post by melodyy on Feb 21, 2011 13:54:34 GMT -5
i walk a lonely road, the only one that i have ever known
don't know where it goes, but it's only me and i walk alone. there was a cat in front of her. a tom cat. she couldn't tell who it was. a shadowclanner? riverclanner? rogue? he stood up and walked a few steps, flicking his tail in motion to follow him. she stood up, following the cat to where ever he was going. he stopped when he was by the water's edge. it wasn't the river, but a little stream. the same stream that she went by when she needed to think or be alone. it was her place. what was the tom doing here?
he turned around, and she looked at his face. he looked vaguely familiar. there was something about the way his blue eyes pierced through her... hello sparrowflight. he said in a soft voice, she opened her mouth to speak- but another cat spoke before her. hello ravenclaw. sparrowflight turned around her, looking at the cat that spoke. she looked exactly like her, same tabby pelt, same green eyes. there was obviously some tension in between the two cats.
sparrowflight, was invisible in this scene. this was her dream, but she wasn't a part of it. you have a lot on your mind, don't you. do you regret anything? ravenclaw asked, his blue eyes piercing into the other she-cat's.
the she-cat didn't answer. instead, she looked down at the pool, her green eyes sparkling in the water. the other sparrowflight opened her mouth to answer, except no words came out. all of a sudden, sparrowflight felt she was falling. there was a dark hole, and she was going down by herself.
BAM.
she was dropped into a strange territory. there was no one there. no one but herself. there was no sound. no life. nothing. sparrowflight opened her mouth to call for anyone, but no sound would come out of her jaws. panic began to come into her, even if it was just a dream, it seemed so real. she was alone. alone in this strange land.
she was alone.
all. by. herself.
her biggest fear was coming alive. the fear of being left alone. of being abandoned. she didn't like being by herself. it wasn't safe. it wasn't right. she couldn't live like this. she needed to be around others. she needed someone to talk to, someone to trust.
because she couldn't trust herself.
[/i] she woke up at the brisk of dawn.[/color] good morning, shadowclan. she muttered to herself, getting up to shake her pelt. the den was filled with sleeping cats, it was much too cold and early for patrols. sparrowflight tried to sleep again, but starclan wouldn't send her any more dreams. that was fine. her dream had scared, she didn't want anything to do with it. and after second thought, she didn't feel like sleeping. what if that dream came back again, like it had been for the past couple of nights?
she stood up, stretched, before walking outside. the wind blew at her fur and she puffed up, trying to keep warm. she welcomed the silence, there was no sound except for the occasional snoring in the elder's den. the silence was welcome, and she was alone for the first time in a while. there was barely any food in the fresh kill pile, so she decided to go hunt. this early in the morning, most of the prey would be sleeping, but it was worth a shot. besides, she wanted to walk to her stream and relax. she needed to get some fresh air. something to clear her mind.
she saw it before it saw her. she crouched down, all of her weight light on her toes as she crawled towards the small animal. it was scrawny, not much meat was on it, but it was better than nothing. all of a sudden, the wind changed direction, she was suddenly upwind instead of down. the mouse looked up into her eyes, and they stood there frozen for a split heartbeat. almost as if it were choreographed, both bodies moved at the same time. she was faster, however. she looked up, triumph in her eyes as the small mouse hung from her jaws. the taste of the salty blood stung her tongue, and she desperately wanted to eat that mouse for herself.no. she said forcefully, putting the mouse down and putting snow on top of it. clan must be fed first. she repeated the warrior code, her eyes shining in the sun light. the wind blew in agreement, and there was a trace of warmth in the air. new leaf would come soon, and the prey would come with it. new leaf was the perfect season, not too warm and not too cold, and there was also good prey. the clans would be busy getting fat and gathering herbs. battles usually never occurred in new leaf.
the she cat lifted her head again, sniffing the air for any warm scents of life. there was nothing around her that she could kill. her eyes narrowed, searching the marshlands for anything. there was nothing. her stream was frozen. she drew figures in the small layer of snow on top of the ice. her eyes were focused, and so was her mind. what was the meaning to her dream? who was that strange cat, ravenclaw? and that other sparrowflight? why had she been plucked out of the conversation and dropped into strange lands without anyone.
the brown tabby warrior sighed, letting her tail drop to the ground with a thump. whatever. it was just a dream.
just a dream. it didn't mean anything. it was just a dream.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] i walk this empty street, on this boulevard of broken dreams.
where the city sleeps, and i'm the only one, and i walk alone. tagged; openword count; 928muse; rambly /:[/b][/color] music; boulevard of broken dreams , green day
notes; really long, rambly, post. not my best, sorry. i'm getting used to rping cats again. |
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Post by Darkpaw on Feb 23, 2011 3:07:43 GMT -5
 Something was hopping through the snow in front of his eyes. It was hard to tell what it was because it was far away, but he guessed it was a rabbit. How he longed for the warmth and the taste a rabbit could bring him. Although the rabbit was a fair distance away, that wouldn't stop Darkpaw from going after it. He raced forward and only stopped when the rabbit did. With each tail length that he got closer the more he could taste the rabbit in his mouth. When he got close enough and the rabbit had stopped long enough, Darkpaw steadied himself and pounced on the rabbit. But before he got his paws on the rabbit everything underneath him disappeared and he began to fall.
The cold leaf-bare air blew into the apprentice den and shivered one of the apprentices out of his nest. He had rolled over and ended up rolling out of his nest. He landed with a light thud onto the cold ground. He had awoken from his strange dream and shook himself off. The dream only stuck with him for a moment and then it was almost completely gone from his mind. He shivered again, climbing back into his once warm nest that got almost instantly cold. The apprentice den would need some fixing up because he was sure no one would want a drafty den. He looked around at the sleeping apprentices and didn't much feeling like falling back asleep. He signed and got to his paws, stretching his body out. The cold made him want to hide in the back of the den and not come out till new-leaf. But he was up and awake and decided he wanted something to eat.
He emerged from the den, shivering again, and padded over to the fresh-kill pile. It had little to no smell to it and was definitely in need of filling up. Another smell drifted around him, the smell of his mentor, Sparrowflight. From what he could tell she had left the camp, most likely to fill up the fresh-kill pile or patrol the borders. Either way, Darkpaw was going to head out of came to do his own bit of training himself. He hated hunting but figured if he found Sparrowflight and asked her to do some battle training, they could go and do that instead. It would be a lot more fun than freezing their paws off trying unsuccessfully to find prey.
To avoid being questioned, Darkpaw went through the dirtplace and followed the scent of his mentor. It wasn't hard to find her since everything seemed dead and scentless in leaf-bare. Her followed her paw prints as well. His eyes moved between the mouse and Sparrowflight. He waiting till she had caught the mouse before popping out on her, "Nice catch!" He mewed to her, bouncing out towards the she-cat. The mouse looked tasty and he wanted to sink his teeth into it. Though, it was scrawny and he would much prefer to catch his own breakfast.
"Darkpaw speaks" | Darkpaw thinks
Word Count; 505
Comments; I don't think I could measure up to your 900+ word count even if I tried. XD
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Post by melodyy on Feb 23, 2011 17:19:16 GMT -5
when you just can't sleep, and you're sick of counting the sheep,
the sunlight in your head just won't let you put the days to bed. “Nice catch!” the apprentice meowed, the scent of the dirt place still strong on him. Sparrowflight snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the apprentice. Her ears and tail flicked in annoyance, she should have heard him coming. Stupid dreams. “What are you doing up so early, you should be sleeping. I was going to take you out battle training later, and you need all of the energy you have for that.” She snapped, looking at the apprentice. The sun was just coming up, warming the chilly winter air, and it wasn't ideal time to be training a rather mouse brained apprentice. He was too naïve to know that in your apprentice moons, you needed all of the sleep you could get. She was nice enough to let him retreat to his den early and not to wake him up to go patrolling. That cat was dumb enough to wake up this early and follow her.
Why was it that she never got any intelligent apprentices who knew how to use logic?
A wind came blowing in, and she smelled the strong scent again. “Did you have to go through the dirtplace? You smell revolting” She wrinkled up her nose and flicked her tail. “Thank you, I am now fully awake. And so are all of the other prey. Unless they're as mousebrained as you, they would've run away by now.”
She looked at the apprentice with her stunning green eyes before looking back at the frozen stream and her drawing. She quickly messed the pictures up by moving her tail on the ice. The cold wind blew at her fur again, and she was taken back to the dream. Sparrow. The rogue, she looked like an exact copy of her. And they had similar names, maybe there was a connection in between them somehow?
She shook her head, no, it wasn't possible. She was pure ShadowClan. One hundred percent clan born warrior. There was no way that she would have stupid rogue blood inside of her. Featherstorm was her father, and Fawnheart was her mother- they were both strong and loyal ShadowClan warriors. She bit her lip, tasting the tangy blood. If only her parents were alive, or even Brittlehope, her mentor. They were the only ones she was close to. They were the only cats that she would say anything too.
She looked over at her apprentice, he showed promise. He also had spirit, all he really needed to learn was to use his brain. She looked up at the sun that was rising, and sighed. If this apprentice betrayed her and the clan, or died, she would swear that she would never take on another apprentice again. Jadepaw died in battle, Winterstorm went to ThunderClan to be with the love of her life, and Tigerstripe died fighting that former ShadowClan warrior, now named Skye.
Her eyes hardened. Skye. Her former friend. That traitor. That filthy rogue. There was nothing she hated more than cats who betrayed their own clan. And then murdered their former clanmates. StarClan and ShadowClan and Sparrowflight would show no mercy on her. On Skye. On anyone, any rogues. Her tail lashed in anger as her thoughts wandered to Winterstorm. The white she-cat was an excellent hunter, she also showed a lot of promise. She threw everything away for a stupid tom in stupider ThunderClan. Those cats were so arrogant, they were all words and no actions. They always threatened to beat RiverClan if they set paw on Sunningrocks, but a battle never happened.
Love. What a stupid thing. It's all an illusion. It's just lust with a better name.
There's no such thing as love.
[/size][/color] pick a place to meet, in pajamas and bare feet
on a moonlit street, move me to the rhythm of your heartbeat. [/size] tagged;[/color] darkpaww [:word count;[/color] six one four!muse;[/color] AWHDAEAKJHTET. i hate being sick.music;[/color] up in the stars , swimming with dolphinsnotes;[/color] c: |
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Post by Darkpaw on Feb 25, 2011 3:17:15 GMT -5
“What are you doing up so early, you should be sleeping. I was going to take you out battle training later, and you need all of the energy you have for that.”
Well, it was definitely the reaction he thought it would get. Some days he hoped Sparrowflight wouldn't be so harsh with him and just realize that he was going to pop out at her, disobey her and go behind her back and sneak out of camp sometimes. Other times he enjoyed her reaction and would laugh about it later. To him, she was uptight and needed to loosen up a little. Sometimes the simple rules needed to be broken in order to have fun.
"Well, I feel out of my nest, okay? Besides, it was too cold to go back to sleep. The cold air makes it almost impossible sometimes." Darkpaw realized that Sparrowflight was probably right about sleeping. He usually tried his hardest to sleep longer than anyone in the Clan if he could. That was just his laziness though. He wouldn't feel tired later and between now and when she was planning on taking him out, he could catch a nap in there somewhere. There was enough cats in the Clan to catch all the prey on their territory, so why did he have to contribute all of his strength all of the time? Seemed pretty unfair to him.
“Did you have to go through the dirtplace? You smell revolting........Thank you, I am now fully awake. And so are all of the other prey. Unless they're as mousebrained as you, they would've run away by now.”
Ah, yes, he had completely forgotten about going through the dirtplace to get out of camp. He didn't want to be questioned when leaving the camp so what other places were there, that he could fit through, that he could sneak out of? Sure when he was a kit he found loads of holes small enough for him to fit through, but not he couldn't fit through them no matter how hard he tired. Besides, he could barely smell the dirtplace on him, Sparrowflight just had a extra sensitive nose. She-cats! So naggy and picky. He thought, rolling his eyes at the warrior. A lot of them seemed so grouchy in the morning, or maybe it was just Darkpaw himself that made them like that? Nah! He thought wanting to chuckle to himself but suppressed it.
"I dare you to go through the dirtplace and coming out smelling like flowers." Darkpaw didn't actually know what a flower smelt like as he wasn't the type to "stop and smell them". Flowers were a she-cat thing and a medicine cat thing too. Whatever medicine cats did with the herbs Darkpaw didn't usually pay too much attention. The healed the Clan and talked to StarClan. How hard would that job really be? He could do it any day if given the chance.
"Since I apparently scared all the prey away, want to take me battle training now?" His plan was to get Sparrowflight to take him now and then sleep the rest of the day away. He sort of missed being a kit, being able to lazy around and explore. Now it was like he was under surveillance all the time. He wondered if being a warrior would be any better? He would have to take orders from the deputy and other higher ranking cats. It would be like he was still an apprentice but with a warrior name. Darkpaw sat down awaiting Sparrowflight's reply and trying to rid his mind of such useless thoughts.
"Darkpaw speaks" | Darkpaw thinks
Word Count; 596
Muse; Pretty good, sorta rambling
Comments; <3
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