Night
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"Strange, thats how I am"
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Post by Night on Jan 21, 2008 0:01:22 GMT -5
It's down to this I've got to make this life make sense Can anyone do what I've done I missed life I missed the colours of the world Can anyone go where I am [/I]
The day had been unusually warm for leaf bare and many of the clan cats had found themselves relishing in the sunshine. The black she cat who found herself nearly isolated from her clan by her own means had even enjoyed the sunlight. The night before she’d had an odd discussion with Duskflight, the deputy of Nightclan. Still she was silent again today. Her face a mask of cold indifference. Her stance, just like her father’s.
'Cause now again I've found myself So far down, away from the sun That shines into the darkest place I'm so far down, away from the sun again Away from the sun again [/I]
After going on a hunting patrol Night padded back into camp and dropped her small catch on the freshkill pile before padding away from it, without any food. How long had it been since she’d eaten? Three days? Yeah it was only three days, and that wasn’t too long a time. Others needed it and her father had gone for longer. Oh how she strove to be an amazing warrior like her father, but in a way she’d just become as closed and silent as he’d been.
I'm over this I'm tired of living in the dark Can anyone see me down here The feeling's gone There's nothing left to lift me up Back into the world I've known [/I]
Ribs glided beneath her pelt in an almost unhealthy way as she glided like a shadow around the camp. Finally after moving around on absolutely no sleep at all she managed to lay down in a patch of sunshine near the warriors’ den. Closing her eyes she saw silence for once in a long time. Silence was what she strove for so silent is what she’d become. No longer did she crack small jokes or strike up the tiniest of conversations. Ask anyone in the camp and they’d tell you that if she wasn’t a she and black that she could be her father. Her father that was dead. Her father that wasn’t supposed to return.
'Cause now again I've found myself So far down, away from the sun That shines into the darkest place I'm so far down, away from the sun That shines the life away from me [/i]
Even in sleep she looked restless and pained. Right now she dozed as her auds flicked atop her dial. She was never truly at rest. It’d been moons since she’d actually had a good night’s sleep and she had a feeling it would be many more moons before she got one. Right now she just wanted to be quiet and serve her clan. If no one remembered her in the future she could care less. Who wants to remember a broken she cat that floats around like a zombie nearly working herself to death? Oye if the medicine cat knew! She refused to go to the medicine cat’s den. That place had only brought her death. Head resting on her paws, she tried to let everything go. In the end though…. she was still a cat left by those she’d loved.
To find my way back into the arms That care about the ones like me I'm so far down, away from the sun again It's down to this I've got to make this life make sense And now I can't do what I've done [/I] [/size]
OOC: Blah not my best
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Post by moonheart on Jan 21, 2008 0:19:53 GMT -5
Dawncloud padded her way into camp, two small voles dangled in her jaw. It was such a nice day to be out hunting but she was tired from the amount of work she had done. She thought of nothing else but serving her clan, but she knew she needed to rest to regain her strength. Placing the voles on the pile she thought about her morning. Sent out on the dawn patrol she felt very good giving her slim legs a long run. The sun bathed her tabby fur and her eyes gleamed like the stars. It was an okay morning until some stupid tom looked at her the wrong way. He was one of her clanmates but she could not remember exactly who it was. He eyed her as she climbed a tree to get a better look at the land. She hated it when toms only cared about her looks, sometimes she felt cursed within her body. "I'm nothing more but long legs and a nice face." she spat as she made her way over to the warriors den. As she looked straight forward she did not notice the patch of black fur that blocked her way, and in an instant she fell over. Her nose hit the ground hard and her eyes seemed to tear a bit. "Dangit!" she hissed pulling herself up and giving her chest some quick licks. She looked over at the mass of fur and was surprised to see Nightrunner. "Hey," she mewed as she prodded the she-cat with her forepaw, "watch where your sleeping, you know there is a den for a reason."
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Night
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"Strange, thats how I am"
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Post by Night on Jan 21, 2008 0:28:52 GMT -5
Night had been lost in thought, her eyes closed to the distracting movements of clan life. How could she even begin to recover from the grief that still held her heart? Though she'd only gone a few days without food that was topped on her already nearly killing herself from when her parents and friends died and the fact that she went on nearly every patrol and never slept. Add all those up and you get a cranky and, though she wouldn't admit it, weaker she cat. It was impossible for her to admit this weakness. That tired weakness that tugged deep in her bones and just urged her to sleep. Sleep was nearly what she'd achieved when she felt someone fall over her and than a huge prod into her boney side.
Any other day she might of just ignored everything, but today she was very irritable so she jumped to her paws angrily. Eyes were narrowed as she bristled from nose to tail tip. Lip curled in a snarl as she glared at Dawncloud. Finally cold and sharp vocals were spat towards the she that Night towered over," Why don't you watch where you place your clumsy paws!?!" Not in the mood for playing around, okay so she really was never in the mood for messing around, but that wasn't the point. Night wasn't in the mood for anything and that was evident in her battle stance, bristling fur and most of all her unsheathed black and silver claws. Snarling a growl rumbled in her. Many think cats can't growl but that isn't a fact for right at this instant Night was growling angrily at the other shecat who'd just tripped over her and it was threatening.
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Post by moonheart on Jan 21, 2008 0:38:31 GMT -5
Dawncloud was surprised to see such hostility in her clanmates eyes and voice. Never had she thought that this cat would go at her like this, but like Nightrunner Dawncloud was in a bad mood. "Listen you mousebrained moron, if you just slept in the den like every other normal cat there would have been no issue of me tripping over you, but since you felt the need to place yourself in my way then get use to the problem of other cats walking over you." Dawncloud curled her lip up in a snarl, her back arched as well and loud hisses came from her mouth. After getting mad at the tom, there was no way that she was going to let this fool get on her bad side. She unsheathed her claws ready to pounce at any moment her eyes burning deep into Nightrunner's mind.
(Sorry it's kind of short)
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Night
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"Strange, thats how I am"
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Post by Night on Jan 21, 2008 0:45:01 GMT -5
Growling she let loose and angry hiss as her muscles tensed. Ooo this was just not Night's day! No sleep the night before, okay no sleep for a few weeks, loss of appetite and she'd twisted her paw the other day and nearly been forced to stay in camp! Now this Dawncloud was going to pick a fight with her?! Baring her teeth angrily she snarled,"My fault? Oh so everything that just happened is my fault?!" Voice was raising with anger and she was close to giving into that horrilbe anger that she'd fought back every day of her life. It was odd that a quiet cat like Night could harbor such a horrible temper when it finally managed to snap. Rolling her shoulders she felt adrenaline coursing through her veins before she let out a blood chilling battle cry and launched herself at Dawncloud. Let the fight begin.
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Post by moonheart on Jan 21, 2008 0:58:26 GMT -5
Dawncloud yowled with rage as she was knocked over by the scrawny she-cat. By the strength of her push Dawncloud could tell that she looked a little weak. Perfect, she thought, this fight is going to be easy. Twisting under Nightrunner's body Dawncloud was able to free herself. She launched herself at Nightrunner knocking her over and the two began to roll around. Cats came running from within their dens to watch the two she-cats go at it, but Dawncloud did not care, her anger meter was full and she needed to let her rage out. Spitting with furry Dawncloud took some fast jabs at Nightrunner's face but the she-cat already saw her attack coming and dodged the swipes easily. Dang, Dawncloud thought she wasn't as weak as she had presumed. Dawncloud then turned and once again ran full speed at Nightrunner knocking her into one of the many bushes that surrounded the camp. This blow made Nightrunner stager a bit giving Dawncloud enough time to hit her once more and pin her down. Holding her in place she hissed in her ear, "Yeah it was your fault!"
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Night
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"Strange, thats how I am"
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Post by Night on Jan 21, 2008 1:11:07 GMT -5
Nightrunner was hissing and spitting the whole time. Curses colored her language as she spat them angrily at Dawncloud. When she was pinned to the ground her anger only boiled to a higher level. Now she was beyond even trying to talk as the fight consumed all her concentration. Growling she let out a yowl before bringing her hindlegs up under Dawncloud and kicking up, propelling the shecat off of herself and than out the camp entrance. Staggering to her feet Night was panting before she ran like a bullet towards Moonheart. Yellow eyes burned with anger as she threw herself into Dawncloud, using all of her strength that was slowly ebbing away. Ultimately she was pushing the fight out of the camp and soon they were in the trees tail lengths from the camp. Growling she slashed claws towards Dawncloud before jumping at her and pinning her down in triumph. Something dangerous glinted in Night's angry eyes as she growled and bared her teeth in triumph. A light ring of cats had formed around the two fighting cats, but they were all so focused on the fighting shes that a monster could of rolled past and none of them would of seen or heard it coming.
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Post by Blood on Jan 21, 2008 1:48:54 GMT -5
B l o o d c l a w 'What have we here?' >> Eyes flashed in the shadows. Pale blood red orbs gazed out of the greenery. Having been calmly walking...pardon me, limping, along, the tom was taking his sweet old time getting used to actually having forest under his paws. A shiver trailed down his spine at the thoughts of that awful place. But they had saved his life, he should be thankful. His dam had brought him there upon finding his mangled corpse out in the brush with her friend, Ellie. San had brought her son to her twolegs, who, thankfully, were the good kind. They cared for stray kittypets and such and upon seeing him and remembering him as one of their cat's offspring, quickly rushed him to the cutters. The cutter turned out after all to not be so bad, though the slate bengal didn't want to be caught in there by choice again unless it was necessary. Two moons in that hell hole had been enough, he couldn't even walk properly when San's pets took him home. Thankfully his mother had been kind enough with the help of Ellie to help her son recover over the next moon. He was still injured a great deal, though. His front right leg was the source of his heavy limp. He was still tall though, his muscles glided under his pelt, depleted from the normal thickness they were normally, but they were still there. His ribs showed through his pelt; he had been on his own for nearly two weeks now. Food? Ha! He'd been lucky to scrape a worm from the ground. 'Eight days. Eight bloody, fricking days and not a single bite of food or sign of NightClan. Maybe my brain was jarred in the fight. No...I remember clearly...Wintercall...'
>>The silver bengal stopped upon hearing the screeches. He lifted his scarred face, his ears swiveling to pick up the sound better. Soft wooshing, the sound of one falling in snow. Definate sounds of a fight. The tom picked his pace up, limping heavier on his limb. He was pathetically skinny and wounds that had not quite healed still littered his pelt like fallen snow. The worse was probably the ones on his face and the three slash marks on his chest that traveled a far way up, stopping around his throat. Someone had obviously tried to slit his throat, unsuccessfully, but they had come close. They were scabs now, only half way close to healing. His red eyes blinked, shifting to yellow as a shafted of sunlight caught his face, lighting the silver scars on his face into an irridescent show. And it was then that he stumbled through the bush upon the scene. He blinked, his eyes flashing between yellow and red and it was then, the cat beside him looked up and at him. The cat, a few moons older than himself, didn't recognize him right away, but upon seeing the changing eyes, he stepped back in confusion. The cat turned his face to the tom. Yes, the other tom knew that face. The black around his eyes that ran down either side of his nose as though he had cried was unmistakeable. 'Cheetah Tears.' And the streaks behind his eyes, too, as well as the fact the tall, lanky tom towered over him with his yellow eyes flashing red was a dead give away. But still, the smaller cat looked at the Bengal's paws, and sure enough, there they were. The long silver claws, thick and curling, were unsheathed but relaxed, as though they were always out, which was true. He used them as grips, cleats when running. The older tom's voice was quivering when he spoke, causing some cats to turn and look. "B-Bloodclaw?"
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Night
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"Strange, thats how I am"
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Post by Night on Jan 21, 2008 2:03:54 GMT -5
Anger gripped Night and wouldn't let her go as her yellow eyes flashed. Lips were curled as she stood there pinning her opponent to the ground. Right then she didn't look like the she cat that she'd been moons before. She didn't look like th strong and always in control of herself warrioress that the clan had loved so much. Right then she was a monster, and she knew it and it just made her angrier. Glaring down at Dawncloud she hissed at her before her head snapped towards whispered words. Eyes narrowed as she tried to make out what was going on, but all judgement was gone now and it was obvious as she trembled in her anger, letting it seep to her very core and nestle there. This anger was so much better than the pain that usually hung there in her heart. Hissing she sent a pawful of claws towards Dawncloud's face once more before she turned and stalked angrily towards this new arrival. Scent was tainted with kittypet and rogue, maybe if it wasn't and if she'd of been able to think straight she'd of known who it was. Still neither of those things were on her side as cats shrunk farther from Night as she slunk towards the small tom and the larger scarred one. Branches overhead hid all light from this walking shadows and her eyes flashed from bright yellow to a flaming orange.
Horrible growl rumbled deep in Night's chest as she glared towards Bloodclaw. Tail lashed back and forth as she hissed towards him. Oh she must of looked horrible. Gaunt and tired she was mostly skin and bones as she bared her teeth, unknowingly, at her supposedly dead father. Running a tongue around her jaws she caught the blood from cuts on her nose before she snapped in a cold and sharp voice," Who the hell do you think you are?!" Growling she stepped forwards stiffly as the other cats shrank away. Looking at him she growled again before she snarled," Nevermind, I don't think I want to know." That said her muscles tensed before with a snarl she threw herself towards Bloodclaw with all the force she could muster. The adrenaline that had lent her strength was quickly wearing down and that was obvious in her lagging movements. If only she'd been less angry! If she had she might of seen this tom for who he was! Her father!
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Post by Blood on Jan 21, 2008 2:39:54 GMT -5
B L O O D C L A W 'No...it can't be...' >> Bloodclaw looked at the tom who had spoken his name, staring at him for a few moments. He closed his eyes and dipped his head, a rare smile curling the tiniest bit across his marked muzzle. The tom gasped, as a few other cats around him. Bloodclaw's pelt prickled, rising slowly at the sudden attention on him. His smile quickly faded and once more the stoic mask of a statue resumed its pose. Bloodclaw turned crimson eyes upon the fighting cats, only to realize one was walking toward him. He stared at the she-cat blankly, taking in her emaciated form. She was young, he couldn't tell by looking at her, but something inside him told him, just like something was saying there was something familiar about her. His nose twitched upon her scent, analyzing it. It smelled of the moon and stars, of mystery and...the night. Realization dawned on him. He stared at the black she and into her yellow eyes, orange danced around her pupils. He took a step forward, parting his jaws to speak. But when she sprung, Bloodclaw froze. He couldn't believe it, his own daughter was attacking him! Then he sprung into action. His eyes narrowed and he dropped to a crouch, his muscles bunching in preparation. He ducked his head under his chest, wincing when Night landing on his shoulders, her claws digging bone-deep into one of his shoulders and ripping open a wound on the other that had just begun to close.
>>In one swift movement, he dropped one shoulder, letting her roll off. With her still attached, he rolled on top of her, falling on her with just enough force to make her let go. But as he staggered up and away, she had struck out again, her claws catching his bad limb and ripping it out from under him. Bloodclaw gave a hiss of pain as he crashed to the ground, but he snapped open his eyes and rolled back to his paws, silver claws digging into the turf and with one powerful thrust of his muscled hind legs, launched himself high in the air. He sailed over Night and landed on the other side of her, spinning around, claws sheathed and swung his front paws to roughly bat her away with brute force. Bloodclaw didn't take the time to gloat if he hit her or not, he was a warrior, a smart one, and would not wait and see. Again, with a powerful hind leg thrust, he launched himself backward, away from her. As he landed, his front leg gave out and he crashed to the ground, panting heavily. It was obvious Bloodclaw was still hurt, he still had numerous wounds and by the way his front leg was bothering him, he had obviously fractured or broken it. But he was still fast, faster than most, but not as fast as he used to be. "Nightrunner! Snap out of it! NOW!!"
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Post by moonheart on Jan 21, 2008 11:43:56 GMT -5
Dawncloud laid there on the ground stunned at the outcome of the fight. Nightrunner had won, but she wouldn't let that ruin the rest of her day. Sitting up she wiped the driblets of blood that fell from her muzzle, it was only a few so the she-cat did no real damage. Turning her fiery green eyes in the direction of all the other cats Dawncloud could see that Nightrunner once again was in a fight. "Does she ever get up?" Dawncloud mewed. Shaking herself out she pushed her way through the group of cats to get a better look, what she saw next surprised her. There battling Nightrunner was the largest bengal Dawncloud had ever seen, silver in color, but full of scars. She knew this cat, oh how she knew him but at the moment her mind was in a complete blur. Dawncloud ran over to Nightrunner and pushed her body between the two cats, from the look of it this tom did not want to fight her. But why, Dawncloud thought. She turned her head toward the tom and looked at him straight in the eyes, two orbs of red. Dawncloud nearly fell back, but caught herself in the last moment, her memory began to flood back.
"I can't do it." the tiny she-cat mewed. Her father was gone, dead or maybe lost, but she was by herself. "I've been traveling for too long, i...i can't do it any longer, StarClan take me now." The tiny she cat then found a rock, made her way onto it and passed out.
"It's you!" Dawncloud mewed. "It's you, oh my StarClan!" Dawncloud rushed up to the tom and helped him up. "You were on the patrol that saved me when i was seven moons old." Dawncloud looked at Nightrunner who stood there with a blank expression, then she turned back to the tom. "Your name...it's Bloodclaw right?"
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Night
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Post by Night on Jan 21, 2008 16:31:51 GMT -5
Hissing and spitting Night was a blur of shadow as she moved and she snarled everytime something failed. When Bloodclaw gave her a heavy blow to the side of her face though, and knocked the breath out of her she stumbled and than fell to the ground. Panting her eyes looked wild and uncontrolable. Auds flicked atop her head as she tried to make sense out of everything. She had managed to stumble to her feet when she heard the tom yell out to her and now she stood there trembling as legs threatened to give out on her. When Dawncloud pressed between them she nearly told the she that it wasn't necessary but Night was still panting for breath, her head spinning as she tried to focus. Who was this tom?! Everything seemed hazy as she tried to think and than she heard Dawncloud's exclamation and Night's face turned quickly to stone as she drew herself up to her full height. Anger was washed from her face that was now emotionless and nothing like the Night that Blood would have known. It was a distant look as she tried to sort everything out.
Orbs flicked over his form as she saw the damage that she herself had done and she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit smug about that, but the emotion quickly faded from her reeling mind. Finally everything hit her like a train, even though she'd known it. Her dad wasn't dead.....her dad was here. The cold mask of indifference quickly fell from Night's face as pain cracked its way across it. Moving quietly and gracefully she stepped around Dawncloud and towards Bloodclaw. Right then she looked like a small kit in her eyes as she lowered her head slightly and walked slowly and stiffly towards Bloodclaw. Lowering her head so that they were eye to eye she just looked at him for a moment before quiet voice came forth, it was the voice she'd had after Juniperpaw had died, a voice of denial,"Dad? They.... they told me that you were dead.......you... you can't be here... you're dead..... how....why..why didn't you come back?" Her voice was heavy in pain as she just stood there looking at him, her legs were now trembling again before her eyes looked a little angry and she backed away from him shaking her head," This is just a trick..... its just... its just a dream. None of this is real and its all going to disappear at any moment. Its not real.... its not real." A gray tabby tom from the crowd walked slowly towards Night before he said,"Nightrunner...it is real. It i-" Night had turned an angry glare on his before she yowled," LEAVE ME ALONE!" That said she spun and ran as far as her legs would carry her then, which wasn't far and ended up being a few tail lengths past the circle. When she stumbled and fell she just curled up in a ball before she said," This can't be real.... they told me he was dead. They wouldn't lie to me, Yarrowbite wouldn't tell me that he was dead. None of them would of lied to me. None of this is real." Her mumbling continued as the cats that had gathered for the fighting began to make their way slowly and reluctantly back into the camp, leaving Night as a black blob against the snow, shivering and shaking her head.
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Post by moonheart on Jan 21, 2008 16:57:38 GMT -5
Dawncloud looked as Nightrunner took off, the utter silence still hung in the air as cats left the circle. Dawncloud looked at Bloodclaw then back toward the direction in which Nightrunner took off. Sadness gripped at Dawncloud's heart for she knew exactly how the she-cat felt. Turning to Bloodclaw she muttered some words that could not be heard and sprang off in search of her clanmate. It did not take long to find Nightrunner, a patch of black on top of all the whiteness of the snow. Dawncloud could feel the stress and sadness pouring out of the she-cat and could see the little trembles and shakes her body made. Slowly, in attempt not to disturb her, Dawncloud made her way toward Nightrunner, she sat a short distance from her face and placed her golden tail on the she-cats head. Making slight purring noises to comfort the girl Dawncloud reached out and touched her nose to Nightrunner's. "Nightrunner, I'm so sorry," she began, "I shouldn't have tempted you like that. I'm an awful friend, maybe exfriend if you will have it." Dawncloud then placed her head down on the snow. "I know how you must feel, when i was five moons my father left me, he said he was going to bring back food and said i should stay where i was, well i waited and waited but he never came back." Dawncloud had to shut her eyes to hold back the tears that tried to push through. "I first thought that maybe he had gotten lost, but after a week of waiting i knew he would never come back. Still to this day i have dreams of him returning, me running into his grasp and never letting go." She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. "But it's obvious that your father has hurt you harder then mine."
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Night
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Post by Night on Jan 21, 2008 17:14:49 GMT -5
Night was trembling and just staring off into the distance when she felt a tail softly layed over her and than a nose pressed to her own. Listening she tried to make her head take everything in but it seemed like it was tossing and turning in attempt to loosen the grip reality had on it. Finally Night's eyes met Dawncloud's and trembling voice came forwards quietly," They... they told me he was dead. Yarrowbite wouldn't of lied to me, he never lied! He... he left me alone. Why didn't he come back? I was all alone .... I was all alone." Night pulled her chin against her chest as she crunched her eyes shut. Painful shudder swept down her body and it was equivalent to a sob. Wait.... Dawncloud considered her a friend? That piece of information wasn't lost in this spiraling mind and Night whispered," Friends? I... I didn't mean to attack you. I really didn't. I didn't mean to attack.. my d.... Bloodclaw either. This is just.... its to much." Voice broke on the last word and Night curled into a tighter ball and closed her eyes even tighter than before.
Night was still young, only twelve moons old and she'd already lost everyone close to her, or thought she lost everyone. The reappearence of Bloodclaw was more than she could of ever wished, and that's why she was denying it. Why should she get her father back? She didn't deserve something like this! In her mind that conclusion led to the thought that this must be a dream, but the soreness and pain in her body was proving otherwise. Coldness seeped to her bones as she lay there, teeth chattering as small drops of blood dripped from her nose every so often to stain the snow. Oh how she wanted to just jump and rejoice that her father was home! She wanted to run to him and bury her face in his pelt, like her mother had when they'd been in the nursery and her father was out pulling double and triple patrols. Still... her heart was too much broken, her mind to scattered that she couldn't of really told you her own name. No reality check could be big enough to have tossed Night off her pedastle of calm and cold indifference. Now she was denying everything that she knew to be true. It just couldn't be real, but it was and she knew she'd have to face it. Right now though... she was fighting off grief, relief and anger. Which one would come out on top?
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Post by Blood on Jan 21, 2008 18:42:30 GMT -5
B L O O D C L A W 'What's it to you?' >> Bloodclaw blinked at the otehr she-cat's sudden appearance, his eyes flashing yellow then red in the shafts of lighting striking his face. He gazed at her, trying to remember who she was. Her pelt was a bright gold tabby, but upon further examination, he could see it was light brown hinted with gold. Her tabby stripes were a deep, rich mocha brown. He was surprised at her muscle mass, most females were more streamline with hidden muscles, but she had very visible muscles. He noted with apprehension her long, slender legs. Bloodclaw was a prideful cat and took great pride in his two titles as fastest and tallest cat. He wasn't the type to gloat about it, but it was only reasonable that he felt a little nervous at the thought that someone might be fast like him, especially with his current condition. Only his daughter had been close enough to rivaling his speed, but she still could not beat him in a race on a normal day. Bloodclaw didn't want to seem like he was admiring her, he didn't admire anybody other than his mate, who was dead. So he lifted his eyes to gaze in to hers and was shocked at the fierceness hidden inside the bright, glowing lime pools. And suddenly, a memory swamped him.
>> The young warrior had been walking quietly behind the leading tom of the border patrol, talking quietly with a friend. The new warrioress Wintercall was beside him, though Bloodclaw had yet to start his courting of her. But now he was at the head of the group. The leading cat had seen the sudden change in the bengal tom and let him take over. Bloodclaw had shown plenty of times that he could sense things others could not. And now he had sensed a disturbance in the forest. He stumbled upon the tiny tabby by surprise. He stood there, staring at the young cat for a little while before calling to the patrol behind him. "Hey guys, come look at this." Bloodclaw blinked, the memory fading from his mind like a ripple. When he gained his senses back, he noticed the other cats staring at him, not believeing that he had not pushed her away yet for helping him. Bloodclaw never accepted help unless he truely needed. Bloodclaw shook his head, relieving the other cats when he gave Dawncloud a push with his shoulder. Replying in a cold voice, he sent a light glare at her. "Yes, so what?"
>> Bloodclaw snapped his head to gaze at his daughter, watching her with soft, sad eyes. Bloodclaw listened to her words without saying a singe word and watched as she walked off. He glared at the cats lingering around. The cats around him began to slowly back off. They'd never seen, well, sensed, him this angry before. "You can't take a hint? Leave, she obviously doesn't need you guys." The cats scrambled away at the venom in his voice. Blooclaw stood there for a while before the mask resumed on his face. He licked the drops of blood trailing down his front shoulder. Bloodclaw limped towards the two she-cats, his progress slow as his leg pained him greatly in the snow. Cold never did it any good. He watched them for the longest time before he stepped in front of his daughter, looking at her through soft eyes. "Really, Night. Do you think I'd be standing here if I weren't alive, bleeding from wounds you caused me and limping like a fricking squirelmissing its leg? I don't want to hurt you, but if staying will make you feel so bad, I'll just be on my way." Bloodclaw turned around and began to limp away, but he stopped. "But just so you know, grieving over the dead forever won't bring them back. Wake up and smell the roses, Nightrunner. You're so busy grieving and trying to look alright, your making yourself weak and a complete burden to the clan. At least own up that you know you are weak and try to become better. See ya, I've got better things to do than sit here and talk to a half beat kitten."
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