Dawn <> Spirit - nothing left to live for

[//Cindy// l u n a]

The night was beautiful. The silverpelt stretched luxuriously across the pure black sky, thick with pinprick lights. Not a cloud hovered above to dampen the sight and the breeze was slow and lazy. Little patches of snow spattered the otherwise dark ground, reflecting the light of the crescent moon. Noticing none of this splendor, bright yellow eyes flickered around. They were a lively color, and could have been pretty - but nothing seemed to make them shine. The moon was reflected in the orbs, but none of its pureness, its unexplained beauty, showed.

So immersed in nothingness was Dawn that she didn't even notice the scent markings as she drew near to them. Autopilot steered her paws from actually crossing out of RiverClan territory, but she would not have realized if she had. Walking along the border, Dawnstorm stared ahead, blind to the night's beautiful shine.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

OOC: Uhhh, this is sorta for me and Faith, her cat is gonna be Dawnstorm's mate...... I don't know where Faith is, though.... sorry.

[faith]

ooc://SOOOO Sorry I am so late I always fall behind on my sites when school starts up again -_-' Oh yeah... Spiritedflight became a loner and his name got changed to Path, he been a bad boy lately but he is still the same cat... just had a bad run in with Moontea >_<\\


Path's eye was half closed as he sat on the border between his old clan and another. His eyes stared whistlessly up at the bright stars and the breeze felt good on his blinded side of his face. His thoughts never vereing any further towards it. He sighed and scented the sweet night air as he reflected upon why he left the clans. 'I was probably being a bit hasty' he admitted to himself grudginly then remembered that he had left becuase he had no one and served no purpose in his clan anymore. Yes if there had even been one distant person from his kin left, or anyone that didn't look down upon him surely he would have stayed, Spiritedflight to the death. But Starclan's sign to him had been clear and he was Path now, not to look back to where he had come.

But as he was scenting an even sweeter scent then the night air came to him as he scented a she cat on the wind. Loking up wind of him he suddenly spotted the she cat coming straight towards him. He stood and looked left and right for somewhere to go but with the silvery waters to his left and open moore land to his right he wouldn't be able to hide. Certian he'd be spotted soon he decided to pretend he wasn't tresspassing and hoped his Riverclan scent was still somewhat strong.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Dawn could scent intruder, but she didn't really care. She knew well enough that she should turn, talk, threaten. But there was no energy there, no light in her eyes. She turned slowly and found the other easily enough with her orbs. She opened her mouth to call out to him, then closed it again. If he was going to cause any trouble, he would go to her first. What was the point of starting a fight before one was needed? She sighed softly, her downcast pools somehow full of soft sadness and also empty. Her heart kept up a steady beat in her seemingly hollow chest, not speeding up its painful thumping even though Dawnstorm knew that a fight would probably come soon. What was the worst that could happen - death would be a welcome change from her terrible life. She supposed that getting badly injured but not dying would be pretty terrible. It would involve being taken care of by the medicine cat, who of course she was very much afraid of. Like all the other cats in RiverClan. Like anyone else she had to have a social conversation with. She blinked slowly and patiently waited for the loner tom to do something.

[faith]

Path waited anxiously for the warrior to attack him, but the attack wasn't coming. He turned his face a little more towards her to see if she was getting ready to attack, but she didn't seem as if she was even going to come near him, though he was certian she had noticed him. Path's anticipatingly raised fur slowly lay back down as the attack still didn't come. Cautiously he took a few tentitive steps towards the she-cat then puased. She looked a little upset but not exactly fearfully or angrily so as far as he could tell. Keeping his blinded side in his shadow so as not to startle her, and walking a little side ways, he came closer to her, his clan instincts still telling him he should help other troubled cats. "Whos got your tail drooping? I'm not going to call you names and be a bully if you're worried about that." he said feeling like a fool for saying things so weird, he was a tresspasser of course she was supposed to expect those kinds of actions. Path's tail twitched a little as he wondered if mabey he should have just left, but his heart told him if he had she probably wouldn't have cheered up even then. He also wondered though if the 4 tail lengths between them was enough for her to feel comfortable as he took a step back.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Dawn watching him approach with wary eyes, ready in a tired sort of way for him to attack. He looked strong; he would probably defeat her. She was just reassuring herself that it wouldn't be too bad, at least she wouldn't have to try to socialize, when he spoke. Kindly. Without even a glint of evil or bad intentions in his voice. She nearly ran away, but she forced her quaking legs to merely back up a couple pawsteps. This was the worst scenario, she belatedly realized - now she had somehow get him to go away and somehow talk to him, too. She opened her mouth and nothing came out, only a thin wisp of an exhale. She took a shaky breath in, cool air filling her lungs, and tried again. She still was too petrified to even speak. She wished she could just disappear..... couldn't he just attack her already?

[faith]

Path was cuaght off guard a little by her reaction and while still confused and wanting to calm her down he took one small step forward turning to face her better. "It's Ok! I won't hurt you, here I'll just leave ok? No one gets hurt and no one gets in trouble." he said but as he turned she suddenly left his sight and only in that moment that she entered his blind spot did he realize his scarred side of his face had just been lit up by the starlight. Not seeing her reaction to it becuase he couldn't see her he lowered his head in shame. "Got that protecting my old clan from a fox." he didn't even look at her as he said it, now he just wanted to get away and he didn't want to know how she reacted to it. His scar was a gruesom thing, kits used to scream when they first saw him, or hide behind their mothers. It made him seem evil, despite how he had gotten it. "No one ever remembered that I helped save them they only realized how ugly it made me, how scary it made me." that he whispered to himself but he said it louder then he'd ment. "Sorry I- I'll go." though as he said it he found himself unable to run as he couldn't move his legs while his mind shook with the memory of the fox and the worse memories of the scorn his clan mates had given him. So there he stood blind sided face towards the clan cat in a vary vunerable position, and all he could do was shake with the wind staring at his paws shamefully thinking 'I am pathetic'

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Dawnstorm felt truly awful. This cat would think the petrified look on her face was because of something about him. She had to explain, or he would be afraid of others, too. She opened her mouth, closed it, took a deep breath, and tried again. She forced her vocal chords to work, stuttering out, "I... it's... I'm not... It's not you... I... can... can't really talk well? I mean... no... what I mean..." She stared hard at her paws, wishing she was able to communicate like a normal cat. She was sort of proud of herself for speaking at all, and that gave her the courage to try again to say what she meant. "I'm too.... I dunno.... scared? Sorry... It isn't you, it's me." That was more words than she'd ever been able to say to anyone. Except Shadowstorm, but as soon as she even thought the name the pain of loosing him crashed down on her. It was momentary, but it drained her of the tiny bit of confidance she'd built up by speaking to the loner. She wanted him to go away, but at the same time she needed, desperately needed, to talk to someone. She didn't look up, watching the earth in front of her with an intent gaze.