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Post by griffinkit on Jun 17, 2011 12:37:22 GMT -5
 WHERE DID MY LIFE GO AS I STOOD BY DID I LET
EVERYTHING GO MISS ANYTHING NEW EVERYBODY IS SET
TO GO WHERE AND I AM REMINDED I AM LEFT BEHIND[/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] The day was as boring as the last. And the last, and the last... Actually, it'd been boring over all. Griffinflight felt it hadn't been so exciting being a warrior as it had been an apprentice. Apprentices could blend in doing mediocre tasks for the Clan. Apprentices had hardly any responsibilities. Now everybody was looking at him to participate more. The young tom cat was not lazy. He did his regular border patrols - but by himself. He was not the type to be outstanding in WindClan, the one who was brilliant and defined by superior talent and skill. He preferred to be alone. That way, nobody could call him out on what a horrible warrior he was. Wishingfur had been a fine mentor, but he noticed she hadn't been as dedicated to the training. She taught him hunting but he lacked the battle training. The old WindClan leader had accepted him as a warrior despite this, and he felt he cheated Clan ways. He didn't think Featherstar knew Wishingfur had been absent. All in all, his skills set him apart from other warriors. Even an apprentice could shred him! Griffinflight usually took to wandering the camp, trying to find his father and ask assistance but Phoenixstorm was never around. Like him, his father never stood out and most warriors didn't really know him. Of course nobody knew Phoenixstorm was his father. He had been raised by a WindClan queen after Phoenixstorm ran into camp with Griffinflight barely able to open his eyes. WindClan raised him. It was his home but he was half-Clan. His mother was a RiverClan cat. The whole thing was kept secret. He was tired of secrets. Tired of pretending not to care about his family, not to know them, to hide... To make matters worse he hadn't seen a lick of them. The only good thing about being half River and Wind was the border. It was close. Despite the tension between the two Clans, he had always looked for his brother and sister.
Did they look for me? the tip of a long tail twitched. He knew the answer. Russetpaw - or whatever he was called now - would have risked seeing his brother. Sirenpaw - again, he didn't know what names they had - was especially close to their father. She would have eventually run to WindClan. None of them did try to contact him. Guilt fell like a puddle in his stomach. How could they? How could any of them without risking the secret? Sometimes he hated it. Secret this, secret that. Can't say too much or we'll all be in trouble. Was your Clan so important you had to place family above it? Green speckled blue eyes looked toward the sky for an answer. The clouds were silent, drifting by without a care. Didn't even StarClan set alarm bells? It would be paranoid to think they went along with this.
Griffinflight sighed, pressing his muzzle against white paws. Nobody did figure out Phoenixstorm was related to him. It was remarkable why not! The two toms had the similar body design. Ginger fur, though Phoenixstorm's was a bit darker, and a slim structure. Darker stripes, brown in color, marked him for a tabby. Griffinflight had put on weight opposed to his skinny Clanmates. He still had a slender, lean body but over the moons his fur had grown out to make him 'fluffy'. He supposed it was his RiverClan blood. Unlike his father, his underbelly, muzzle and paws were striking white. Silvercreek had added that part. Maybe also that his eyes were green-blue and not yellow.
Genetics aside, he was still young. His life felt meaningless like all youngsters do. Some piece was missing. Something that didn't feel right until it'd fall together. Lying there among the grass, breathing in the green-leaf air, it was just another lazy day. The tabby watched, uninterested, as a rabbit raced by. Spooked by something, he didn't care. Hunting had never been 'his thing'. It felt sadistic to take another life. Then again, he couldn't fight if a border dispute went up. What could the warrior do?
Nothing. Nothing at all answering his own question, that puddle of guilt was replaced by shame. I can't do anything. I'm useless. I wonder why the Clan doesn't chase me out. Featherstar was replaced by a new leader. Her old decisions didn't have to stand. All anybody knew was that he was most likely a rogue or loner in origin. Maybe the Clan needed warriors, they were desperate. Especially with the fight with RiverClan.
That I failed to take part in oh ho, another reminder of his failures. Griffinflight was indeed in a self-loathing mood today.
[/size][/font] ___________________________________________ OOC: Ah, somebody to cheer him up? He's naturally broody. Also! I HATE STARTING THREADS! It drains muse. This post was supposed to be awesome.
Also, everybody is allowed!
LYRICS: ah, copyrighted myself. something quick to type up.
MUSE: fairly OK for an old unused character. 787 words
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Post by tackle on Jun 24, 2011 13:03:08 GMT -5
the gentle she-cat woke up yet another day without talking to anyone. sure, she was shy and awkward, but she wanted to make friends. she stepped out of the warriors den. she was in the coldest area but she was the newest warrior. she was pretty happy that she had her first apprentice, sorrelpaw, but sorrelpaw had been sick and was sleeping. medicine cat's orders. she decided maybe she would go hunting. she looked around for seednose. he wasn't nearby. oh well, he seemed to like fawnspots better anyways. but oddly, she was in a pretty optimistic mood. her head was held high and her red tawny and white fur sparkled in the sunlight. the lithe she-cat wanted to know if she was in any patrols but couldn't find elmfrost nearby. he must've gone on a patrol himself. she looked around camp but sighed. maybe she had a border patrol at sunset or something. who knows, it was the afternoon. she must've woken up late. she flicked her ears, taking on a nice yawn. since it was sunhigh, the elders were sunning near the rocks. oh, how much this young cat to give to lie with them. she padded over and nodded a hello, but then padded out of camp. fresh scents of camp flooded her scent glands and she purred in satisfaction. she decided "Well maybe, I could go near the borders." she padded softly around the trails but suddenly the scent of rabbit snuck into her nose and she grinned. she dropped into a crouch and then watched the rabbit. she broke into a fast sprint. she pounced on the rabbit and gave it a swift bite. she didn't like to see the rabbit's face before it died. she usually closed her eyes and bit it's neck. she carried the snow white rabbit with her. it was actually quite rotund, maybe the first good rabbit she's caught in awhile. she quickly padded through the meadow towards the gorge and then saw another cat. she sped up her pace and noticed it was windclan. she slowed next to him and purred "Hi, i'm Tawnyspots." she smiled and dropped the rabbit on the ground. maybe this cat could be another friend, possibly more? probably not. she was just looking for company.
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Post by griffinkit on Jul 1, 2011 14:46:42 GMT -5
WHERE DID MY LIFE GO AS I STOOD BY DID I LET
EVERYTHING GO MISS ANYTHING NEW EVERYBODY IS SET
TO GO WHERE AND I AM REMINDED I AM LEFT BEHIND [/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] The familiar tang of blood hit his nose before the scent of the other cat. It was strange how he dismissed his own Clan's should-be familiar smell and immediately went for others. I'm not really WindClan he could argue so the Clan's scent isn't entirely my own to claim. True. He never felt any bond with RiverClan either - maybe he was being a bit of a brat today with his mood and feeling abandoned, deep down he was proud to be half-RiverClan. Didn't feel in place with any of the Clans. It was because of the cats. So many of them. It had been easy as an apprentice. You knew what to do; behave and train. It was friendly competition. All apprentices eventually became warriors. There where no doubts. Now there were warriors surrounding you, unknown intentions. They pried for top spots and you felt pressured every day. What was the goal of being a warrior? Gloating over how many scars you had was a dull topic indeed. And fighting! You were lucky to be alive and you now want to talk about how you barely escaped death?
Yes, Clan life wasn't much on choices. StarClan chose your destiny. Two cats escaped that by healing the ill and injured; the rest were lumped together to live in constant conflict. What a life!
No wonder all the warriors fight each other over who becomes leader and deputy! Griffinflight thought to himself grimly. Nine lives - and the gain of eventually getting nine lives - would be a huge advantage. But he liked living with just one life. Why go through another life, then another and another... You get the point. Sometimes cats are greedy the voice of his father echoed in his mind. You had to wonder the sanity of allowing greedy cats to take over a Clan. StarClan-chosen or not, they were dangerous.
"Hi, i'm Tawnyspots."
Green-blue gold orbs flickered to the sky at the voice. A she-cat stood there, looming over him. He was feeling too lazy to do anything about it other than give a dishearten grunt about her being 'in personal space'. Her mew had been muffled because of the rabbit she was carrying. The cat dropped it promptly after talking. His eyes lingered on the body. Dead. Lifeless. The rabbit's head hung at an awkward angle, one dark eye staring back at him, he could almost hear the blood slowing to a stop in the stiff body...
Stop! Stop it!
The tabby tom leap to all fours suddenly, white chest heaving in an effort to calm himself. His thick fur managed to lay flat, but there was no way to make the little trill he uttered seconds ago go away. Flustered, he did what any tom would do in a situation that demeaned his gender; ignore it and hoped it went away. Chin dipped to one side, addressing the ground as he avoided eye contact with the fellow WindClanner and her catch. "N...Nice to meet you" he mumbled. A little heartbroken that she didn't know him, since all of WindClan seemed to know him despite the fact he didn't take time out to know of them, he added; "Griffinflight. My, uh, name."
[/size][/font] ___________________________________________ OOC: yay, a person! sorry for the late reply.
TAGGED: tawnyspots, anybody else
LYRICS: ah, copyrighted myself. something quick to type up.
MUSE: 538 words
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Post by tackle on Jul 4, 2011 19:35:39 GMT -5
her eyes flicked to the sun and she blinked her eyes. it was so bright. i mean, how could something have that much power? she sighed and hung her head low. she avoided eye contact also. but there was one time where she looked into his eyes. when he looked at the fresh kill. something flicked in his eyes. fear? it was gone as fast as it was seen. she was overwhelmed by fear-scent for a moment, and she took a step back. she looked towards the fresh-kill. what was wrong with it? sure it was dead. it's soul was gone and any chance of life was reaped from it. it died to save the clan. surely the clan was more important than this small life? sure it wasn't very rotund, but it had a few decent bites on it at least. she flattened her ears to her head.
"I shouldn't had tried to talk to someone.." she thought painfully.
had she done something wrong? she picked up the prey and nimbly tucked it in the long grasses behind her so that it was barely visible. she thought maybe it would make him less scared. she padded quickly back over to him. her eyes showed nothing. pain and sorrowful a little. maybe hurt. she didn't ... know. she was confused. she was dumbfounded. she didn't know what to say. i mean, an awkward cat, forced with an awkward situation? might as well stuff her in a river, she didn't belong there either. she sighed yet again, and took a painful swallow. "I..I.. er.." she spoke softly, "I'm.. sorry? What did I do?" she questioned. "I mean.. uh.. you don't need to answer that, i'm sorry." she was so embarrassed!
she flicked her ears and avoided eye contact. she shuffled her paws.
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Post by graywind on Aug 1, 2011 21:36:19 GMT -5
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Bounding through the meadows was so fun! Just here one moment, there the next - leaping when prey wasn't around. The silver, spotted tom slunk rather obviously through the vast field, having already caught some meals for the Clan and returned them to the fresh-kill pile. He was happy to be able to prance around now, not necessarily duty-less, but liking the freedom of not having any completely immediate duties. It seemed that he was beginning to play around more and more these days! Not the kind that was utterly useless, but he did admit, he did tend to get quite laid back. Despite the tension, the pressure, and the heartbreak, he wanted to be happy. Someone had to be, in such stressed times of pure rivalry. Maybe even some hatred.
Hate. The word brought discomfort to the young, childish warrior. It just wasn't right, and he was pretty certain that plenty others thought so, too. But the number of those who wanted peace over revenge was dwindling, and they were already far too massively outnumbered. His gait had paused for a moment, his shoulders slumping slightly as his amber gaze drooped to the ground for a moment. A sigh threatened to escape him, a faint sadness glazing over his optics. But, just as quickly as the sorrow arrived, it disappeared.
Tail and head back up, he continued to head further toward the borders, his bounding a tad calmer, since he didn't want to barge into the border all giddy. It wouldn't end too well, he knew. But still, his happy-go-lucky atmosphere never really left, radiating off of him like sunshine from the sun. The concept was almost laughable.
Then, he heard voiced; snippets of conversation. Skidding to an immediate and sudden halt, his lobes perked up, almost like a kit in a playing game of fight whenever he was left alone. Wow, he really did act young for his age. And position. Not that it really bothered him. Why let too many things be of concern and bother? It would only be catastrophic! With his bright, soft smile playing at his lips, he noticed that the scents were of WindClan. His Clan. But they seemed.. nervous? Why? Curious now, he straightened up, padding quietly toward them, although not completely silent; just to give them a warning so they wouldn't freak if he popped up.
"Hi, guys!" he wasn't quite certain that either of them knew his name and reputation for the 'one of the bubbliest warriors' in the Clan, but he didn't mind if they didn't. They seemed familiar, but their names weren't quite on his tongue yet. And he hadn't caught them in their conversation. But he did catch on to the reason they seemed so nervous; they seemed awfully embarrassed. Well, seemed like they needed something to break the awkwardness. Why not let it be him? "Just chase me away if I'm intruding on anything,"
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[/color] he partially joked, eyes sparkling, "But whatcha up to?" Another cheery, charming smile. He'd probably overdue it real soon. If he didn't already. [/color] » STATUS: finished!
» TAGS: Griffinflight & Tawnyspots!
» COUNT: 527 words!
» NOTES: Lotus offered to let me join? i hope das okay!
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