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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 20, 2006 4:58:51 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, girls, I flipped off the camera in a photo and put it on my myspace. My dad found my myspace somehow, saw the pic, and grounded me fo three weeks.
Leopardpaw firmly nodded her head, keeping her lips tight as she refused to let any emotion slip through while she lowered her head and forced herself to eat. It wasn't so much she didn't want to eat, it was more her body getting use to the long absence of food she had had. This was one of the annoying things about being a forest cat, having a crazy diet that always seemed to be changing. She took large bites, so it was finished in about four heaping mouthfuls before covering it and padding to Lunarpelt's side and sitting down. Shadowstorm, am I to hunt for the rest of our session?
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Post by icefang on Nov 20, 2006 19:11:16 GMT -5
Yes, Shadowstorm said. He turned to try and find something else to stalk, but then decided against it. Yes, but I think I'll go now, he added thoughtfully. I suppose I'll be back at some point to watch you, but you can continue to hunt with Lunarpelt until sunset, then come back with your catch. Eat if you're hungry, too. And try not to be too much of a distraction to her. His last statement was directed at Lunarpelt. His words weren't stern, but made it clear that he was serious. See you in a while, he said to both of them. As he passed Lunarpelt walking out of the clearing, he considered telling Lunarpelt to make sure she ate something else, but decided against it. He knew Leopardpaw could take care of herself, and he'd have a hard time telling Lunarpelt without Leopardpaw hearing or seeing. He picked up the prey he had caught and headed back to camp, fully intending to come back in another few minutes to watch Leopardpaw.
OOC: Ouch... I thought those were funny... wow... well, glad you're back, anyway ^^
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Nov 20, 2006 19:39:05 GMT -5
ooc: my parents don't allow me on myspace anymore...you know that radio stuff...too dangerous...lol
Lunarpelt watched Shadowstorm pad away, his retreating backside making Lunarpelt relax and stop feeling defensive. So, shall we hunt? He glanced at Leopardpaw for quite more than a couple seconds, then tore his gaze off her (with great difficulty) and looked around for some prey. Prey wasn't very plentiful--it was late leaf-fall. Despite this, he spotted a mouse scuffling about at the base of an oak tree. He stalked it and pounced, dispatching it with a swift bite at the throat. He straightened up and looked at Leopardpaw. All right? Want some more food? You look hungry. Actually, she looked starving, but for some reason he didn't want to tell her that.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 20, 2006 20:33:29 GMT -5
Amber eyes followed the back of her mentor with slight agitation before the bushes and trees of thir forest home enveloped them in their net. After a few seconds of looking where he'd disappeared she turned head to Lunarpelt, locking eyes with him and feeling her fur prickle with unease until he looked away at last. When he asked to hunt she nodded, saying with a bit of a 'duh' tone, It's not like Shadowstorm just told us to.
She lowered her body slowly to the ground, taking a few slow pawsteps forward before pausing and opening her mouth wide. The shuffling of a mouse caught the attention of her ears, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Lunarpelt already creeping up on it. Her attention drifted ahead, toward the rather rabbit that sat sniffling outside its hole. She would have to time this just right in order to catch it before it went fleeing to its mother. Slowly, she crept in a wide circle around it, hidden by the short grass of the forest floor. With the right swing of her pelvis and the right spring of step she landed perfectly on top of the youngster, more or less squashing most of the life out of it at first. Then her jaws closed around its neck and she returned proudly to Lunarpelt. The weaned kits in the nursery should be able to share this.
And no, I just ate, I'll be full for a while now. But, feel free to eat yourself. Long, golden-hued was just turning when she froze and stared back at him. She had to deal with this before it got out of hand. Shadowstorm's a fine tom, Lunarpelt, and a good mentor. StarClan knows how I've been wanting one! I'm only about five moons from being the age of a senior warrior! He deserves respect, he's done nothing wrong. Give me one good reason not to like him.
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Post by icefang on Nov 21, 2006 17:35:20 GMT -5
OOC: ahem... maybe I'll wait to bring him back ^^^^^
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Nov 22, 2006 16:03:07 GMT -5
Lunarpelt felt embarassed. I'm sorry, he mumbled, barely audible. He couldn't bring himself to look at Leopardpaw, so he just looked at his paws, flexing the sharp claws... unsheathe... sheathe... unsheathe... sheathe... unsheathe. Finally he spoke again, this time so Leopardpaw could hear him. He forced himself to look down into her beautiful ((Color?)) eyes. You're right, he didn't do anything wrong, and he is a good mentor. He's been training you right, and I really have nothing to say about him... I don't know why I was so rude to him.
ooc: Should he tell her that he you-know-what now?
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 22, 2006 16:34:30 GMT -5
OOC: Her eyes are amber. You can go ahead, I can't guarantee it'll be a good idea, she kinda already knows, she just hasn't voiced it.
BIC: She released a sigh and shook her head, looking down for a moment before glancing up at him. Her paw raised into the air and rested on his shoulders as she reached forward and gave his cheek a lick. She resumed her earlier posture, gving him a smile as she purred reassuringly. Just try harder when he comes back. You're my best friend, I can't have you and my mentor fighting all the time!
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Nov 23, 2006 20:49:52 GMT -5
ooc:he's daring...but he's so emotional this might turn out real ugly Lunarpelt smiled. Okay, I promise. Suddenly he thought of telling her...that. Should he? What if she didn't like him at all in that way? What if? What if? That question had come up a lot lately. He hoped she knew, deep in her heart, about this. Or else he'd shock her completely and he'd feel embarrassed enough to just lay down and die. Yet he forced himself to look up into her deep amber orbs...those eyes that sparkled and shone every time she was happy...That was why he'd fallen in love with her in the first place. Those eyes...then he came back into reality. I-I... he paused and looked deep, deep, into those golden eyes..they pulled him in...captivating him... giving him sudden strength. He took a great breath and finally uttered, barely audible, Leopardpaw...I-I-I l-love you. Those words had been hesitated and were faltering, but he felt good all the same telling her. But what if she rejected him? What if? What if? His heart would be broken and he'd live that way for the rest of his life...alone. He looked quickly back down to his paws and waited, uncertainly. He felt as if he'd had a huge weight lifted off him...but at the same time he felt as if he was teetering off a cliff. ooc: DANG IT!!!! I just typed a really, really, long thing like three or four paragraphs launching into his emotions and all...then I erased the whole IC part!!!! I don't know how....probably because I'm using my cousin's stupid laptop...I'm so awkward w. them. So, anyway, let's see how Leopard'll react. ;D
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 24, 2006 20:02:12 GMT -5
OOC: My laptop does that a lot too, gets me sooooo fustrated. Or I save something on microsoft word and it poofs! Did that with a major homework assignment once >.< ugh. Good post btw, you're getting better.
Sometimes he was so clueless. She shook her head slightly with a smile as she turned completely and began to scuffle around the base of a smaller oak. She caught sight of a rather large beetle and swatted it with her paw, cracking part of its shell. Her jaws opened to take it in, then she went to a clearing and laid it down with a bit of a gagging sound. Once she was satisfied that it wouldn't be going anywhere she scuffled a bit of dirt over it and stalked away. Perfect bait for any of the animals she hunted. Come on, come get your succulent beetle. I know you're out there... She flicked her tail impatiently, ears flicking toward Lunarpelt when he began to stutter. Mmm? You say something, Lunarpelt?
When he continued to stutter she sat up, looking over at him with a sigh. He said her name and began to stutter some more. This was growing to be annoying. For StarClan's sake come out with it, fool!
Then he did.
As the words sunk in she felt as if the world was hovering a few centimeters above her fur. She looked at him painfully as images of Firestorm and herself together flooded through her head. A lump had risen in her throat that refused to go away as she fought back her tears. Never let them see you cry, never let them see you cry... Now it was her turn to stutter. Lunarpelt...I-I-I...d-d-d...How can you do this to me?!
Behind the sudden anger in her eyes flashed hopeless confusion. Her claws flexed out of her sheaths as she brushed the side of her paw heavily along her face, the claw closest to her face pushing past the fur and leaving a small dribble of blood as it went down her pretty face. She was more than fustrated right now. Too many emotions were coursing through her body. Anger, pain, fear, confusion...love. Even before Firestorm's death she had always known deep down in the back of her mind that Lunarpelt wanted to be more than friends, but she'd always tried to put it off. If she didn't think about it, it would never happen, somehow. She was never sure of how she felt about him. Firestorm had been the love of her life, she’d never doubted any of her loyalty to him. Right now she’d give anything to have him back, to guard her from having to answer the tom before her. He’d helped her so much since the death of her mate, even if it was in a bit of an annoying, persistent way. She’d crush him if she said no, and if she said yes, she’d crush herself.
Why couldn’t he have given her more time? She tried desperately to remember how many moons it had been since the death of Firestorm, but it refused to come. A shriek of a gasp left her vocals, followed by heavy breathing as her legs splayed out wide, head close to the ground. Her jaws were spread wide open, as she looked to the left, then right, searching for an escape. She saw the mouse munching on the beetle she had left and leaped onto it, taking it alive in her jaws before she let loose her tears. Jaws fell open, letting the creature charge off with nothing but teeth marks on its sides. Her tear-stung eyes looked up at Lunarpelt as she pleaded quietly to him. Why me?
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Post by icefang on Nov 25, 2006 19:47:47 GMT -5
Shadowstorm came back. He wasn't exactly making a point of being quiet, but he wouldn't have disturbed anyone with the noise he was making. He stopped just short of the clearing where Lunarpelt and Leopardpaw were hunting, but as he turned his gaze to Leopardpaw, he knew something was seriously wrong. He didn't quite register deciding to keep himself hidden, but he waited in the bushes, to see what would be said.
OOC: Don't scent him just yet
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Post by icefang on Nov 25, 2006 19:52:29 GMT -5
OOC: Well, you can, but don't call attention to his presence yet.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Nov 26, 2006 15:54:47 GMT -5
ooc: k, Stormy. And thanks, Goldy. Okay, from now on I bet you this is going to get really....hmm...ugly--and emotional. lol ;D
IC: He stared at Leopardpaw. He knew he shouldn't have done it; he knew he'd hurt her, deep inside. Why? Why did he do this? He'd never seen any cat, especially Leopardpaw, like this. He'd never seen her like this, except for when Firestorm died--never even seen her mad before. She was in extreme pain and all he could do was stare. He felt something inside him, something straining to be let free. As she stuttered, then spoke with shocking anger--How can you do this to me?!--, this feeling grew bigger and stronger. It was not one feeling, but many, he realized. Love, pain, hurt... All those emotions mixed together made Lunarpelt want to lay down and die. He watched her claw herself, not even attempting to stop her from hurting herself--he was too engrossed in his own emotions by now. A little voice in his head spoke with words of truth--See, there you go again--being selfish. He wanted to kill himself for being so stupid, for barely even thinking about this; not even thinking about how she'd feel--only what would happen to him. She caught a mouse, then let it go. Then--tears. Tears of pain. He felt like crying out, and something stung his eyes. That feeling--it was growing until it burst out. Something else gathered in his throat--he felt like his stomach was about to let loose his breakfast. He felt something wet running down his own black face. He knew it--she was about to reject him. It was obvious. Then she uttered a question--two words. In those words there was so much feeling, so much emotion, he did cry out. A ear-splitting yowl that was the thing deep inside him--love, pain hurt. Then he looked at her, a waterfall of salty tears leaving his face and splattering onto the bare dirt. He closed his eyes.
Splat...splat...splat...splat...splat...splat...
He unsheathed his claws and scraped lines into the now moist ground; all the while closing his eyes. Already this had relaxed him some--some of his pain had ebbed away. Now all he felt was numbness. Head pounding...claws scraping...finally, after what felt like a moon, he opened his eyes and looked up. He didn't answer her question--questions...but maybe there could be a solution. Leopardpaw...maybe we can forget about this and...not talk about it for three moons, at least. We can ignore each other for a half moon or until we're ready.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 26, 2006 16:27:06 GMT -5
She was so confused. She felt stupid. This was something you saw before you and rolled your eyes at because it was so melodramatic. Never in her life did she think she’d be caught in the midst of it. When he cried out so painfully she could do nothing, but go to the safe place she had known to retreat to the past few moons. He was in as much pain as she. How desperately she wanted to comfort him, but she knew not how. Her eyes were blank as she stood crouched low to the ground, unblinking. She could hear everything, it was blissfully silent, an eerie silent to anyone, but her. She could hear every tear as it fell to the ground, every sob he let loose. When he spoke it was like each word echoed off the trees of their forest home.
‘Leopardpaw...maybe we can forget about this and...not talk about it for three moons, at least. We can ignore each other for a half moon or until we're ready.’
No! He was her friend, her best friend. She could not lose him like this. Birchclaw had been no friend to her for many a moon, Amberleaf was never there for her except when she needed a real talking down, and Firestorm…every cat in ThunderClan knew where he rested. Why couldn’t she have Amberleaf with her now? She would help her from saying the wrong thing. She would even give her a swipe across the face if she had to. Why’d he have to open his mouth? She let the rest of his words sink in and she began to shake her head miserably, finally looking up at him. Lunarpelt, you’re my best friend. Friend. You don’t ignore a friend. You love your friend, you take care of your friend, but you don’t snuggle close to your friend every night. You don’t share emotions kept secretly for your true love, you don’t lick them every day to show how much you love them… A friend is a friend. They’re not your mate, not the father of your kits. They’re your friend. I love Firestorm, and I always will. How can I betray him for you? He’s still here, Lunarpelt! He still watches us! How can I betray him? Her voice began to break. How can I betray him..?
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Nov 26, 2006 17:13:36 GMT -5
He looked at her, desperate to figure this out. His stuipd, selfish self had never thought about Firestorm and how Leopardpaw would not want to betray him. He sighed, and looked into her eyes, seeing his pain reflected in them. She had been his best friend for what seemed like forever, since she'd been his first friend--but what now? We can ignore that this happened...and just let everything return to normal. Like when we were best friends. You're right...I should have waited. He spilled his guts to his best friend, the words tumbling out of his mouth. I'm sorry for telling you now, when I should've waited much, much longer. I really mean what I said...but I can stop it. I hate seeing you this way...but I can make myself stop feeling this way about you...If that's what you want me to do, I will do it.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 26, 2006 18:15:10 GMT -5
Leopardpaw gave him a look of gratitude and walked toward him slowly, nuzzling his neck in a friendly manner. She knew how much she was asking from him, she wasn't even sure if he'd be able to ever stop loving her. She'd never stop loving Firestorm, would it be the same way for him? Thank you, Lunarpelt. Thank you so much. Feeling awkward, she pulled away from him and looked to the ground for a while. We should get back to hunting.
She sideglanced at him before drawing up her head and scenting the air. Her ears pricked up straight and her hair stood on end as she smelled Shadowstorm. She looked around wildly, clearly mortified that such a thing had been witnessed by another. Shadowstorm?!
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