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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jul 2, 2006 18:44:16 GMT -5
A white and tabby patched tom slunk through the feilds. He walked silently, and nothing was aware of him. But then he turned, and leaped straight up into the air, catching a flyinkg hawks body between his claws, hoisting himself up to rip out its throat, landing nimbly. He was obviously not from the forest, since his methods were so different. He also hunted mice differentyl. As one approached now, he did not crouch, nor begin to creep forward, merely freezing in position. As the tiny creatue neared him he slwoly stood, moving in one swift movement, and the mouse froze, eyes flicking about. Finally, using a snakes technique, he locked eyes with the tiny creature. It froze, lost in his preditorail, hatefuly amber eyes. He took a deliberate step forward, but it was locked with fear. Then he lunged with a foxes speed, taking its life before it even knew what hit him.
Since his love had left, he had been resentful and hateful. He had never admitted to her or himself he loved her until she was gone; until it was to late. Now he was a silent, hateful, brooding cat that ran off his restless energy. He rarley ate,a nd rarely slept, just partoling and hunting on his own, brooding.
[ooc]Anyone... Kash or Goldy, or someone with a cat that knows him preferably...[/ooc]
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Post by rex. on Jul 3, 2006 0:43:04 GMT -5
Kashclaw had seen Bearfrost leave the camp a while ago, while he lay in the clearing chewing a mouse. when he'd finished, he decided to do a patrol...perhaps join up with his ex-apprentice...Why did it always feel like he failed at being a mentor? first lionkit, who dissappeared soon after he was apprenticed (dapplefur), Bearpaw; who didnt seem to learn or even care about anything the tom taught him, and Spiritpaw; who had died on the thunderpath not long ago...The polydactyl's heart sank; true he felt some sadness but he had noticed how close the two apprentices had become as friends (to his knowledge) and so Bearfrost must be feeling the loss harder than anyone. The lithe black figure left the camp, head bowed down at the ground following Bearfrost's distinct scent to the Goldenfields. During his tracking expodition, he had managed to slay a rabbit just before it bounded for the cover of its burrow, but he buried that some way back. Kashclaw lifted his head and saw a lithe tabby figure leap up at a large bird. Impressed by his former apprentices skills, he watched for a bit before approaching him. Raising his BLACK tail in greeting he approached cautiously so not to alarm any prey. "Bearfrost." he meowed as he came to a fox length away from the other tom "mind some company?-oh! nice catches!" he added glancing down at the mouse. he hadnt noticed him catch that on his way there, but all the same, his pale green eyes went back up to meet the young warriors <insert color here> ones-when he looked that is ((dun want to powerplay  )) ooc: fixed it |
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jul 3, 2006 22:46:53 GMT -5
[ooc]Kash, his name is BearFROST. But I'll pretend thats what you said.[/ooc]
Thank you.
The toms voice was respectful, but blank of all emotion. His eyes, amber glwoing orbs, were void of and feeling whatso ever. He nodded to Kashclaw's prey, clearly returning the compliment.
[ooc]For you Kash- you can powerplay.[/ooc]
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Post by rex. on Jul 4, 2006 0:07:22 GMT -5
OOC: :[c OH I FEEL SO HORRIBLE!
Kashclaw tilted his head to the side, "is something bothering you?, you can talk to me" there was a strange calm in the toms voice that he hardly used unless he was talking to Prettypelt, and his eyes looked honest as he continued to look at Bearfrost. "You can trust me"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jul 4, 2006 20:50:01 GMT -5
I-
The tom paused, about to say he was fine. But then he took a breathe. SPirit had told him he never smiled and never told the truth about how he felt. He didnt want to live a lie anymore. He took a deep breathe and looked at the calm tall grass that had always been his shelter. He drew strength from it and continued.
I'm depressed. I have all this angered energy, and nothign to do. I haven't eaten in four days. I haven't slept in longer. Spiritpaw is dead, I found her body. And I loved her, but she never knew. I feel horrible.
His voice was hoarse, and his eyes never once showed any flash of emotion, nor his colorless tone. His face remained void of feeling and he didnt quite meet Kashclaws eyes.
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Post by rex. on Jul 5, 2006 14:27:47 GMT -5
Kashclaw was silent for a long time, but after a while he spoke; slowly and quietly so he had a lean in and he spoke to the young warrior in an understanding tone
"Bearfrost...I know how you feel...You see....there was a time when I was an apprentice and Prettypelt-who was prettypaw at the time would tell me she loved me everyday...but I never said anything. then came a day when she left me..." The tom's voice quavered as though he were reliving the memory "for weeks I felt so sick. so hopeless...Like you, I hardly ate, but for when I was ordered to, and even then I didnt eat very much...I didnt sleep until those times when I didnt have any energy left in me and I would just pass out in some field to be honest....Anyway...When prettypaw came back, that dark cloud left, and I was able to tell her how I really felt." The ebony pelted cat let out a long sigh as he looked up at the horizon "I guess what my point is...is that sometimes it takes a great loss for you to realize something...but If I had killed my self like I had wanted to, I wouldnt have seen my love again...If you Kill yourself...who knows what Lay around the other side of the hill, bearfrost? you never know, but it could be somehting good; something not worth missing...."
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jul 5, 2006 16:16:35 GMT -5
She's dead. She won't come back. You know who I've lost? My mother, my brothers, my sister, my fight mates, my friends, tho only tow I had, and Spirit. Spiritpaw. That's what I meant. And none of them will ever come back.
His voice was dull and hard, the reality pure and harsh as it was. He was the type of cat that looked at a situation evaluated it, and worked through it. He was not optimistic nor pessimistic. He was a realist.
His mother, a feirce tabby famed for her fighting skills had taught him that. If you look up, then your world can only crash down. If you look down, you'll fall on your face. If you look away, the truth'll get away and you'll fal hardest. If you look at somethign for what it is, then you have the facts and you can methodically work thorugh it. He had looked away from his love for Spiritpaw, and she had litterally got away.
But his mother wasn't always right. HSe said it was best not to feel. Because to cats like him, cats like his mother, who have had everythign doen to them, they can't tale away anyhting except loved ones. If you don't love nothing can hurt you. But maybe she had been right. His oldest brother had run away, and he had been Bearfrost idol.
King had been cold, hard, and dangerous. He got what he wnated, and his morals were non existent. He shamelessly used cats and stole and murdered to get what he wanted. But he had no feelings. He had broken out of his cage and clawed apart a two-leg, one of the only creatures ring cats were not allowed to fight. He had run away, and he was most certainly still alive. Nothing could hurt King, because he had forgotten to feel long before he was born. He got through anythign, his ambition and ahte for the world and the living driving him.
Bearfrost shifted his right paw uncomfortably. Beneath it, on the pad, was printed his brand, naming him as a cold hard murderer. And that meant that he had defeated his fate, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Though he hadn't killed in a while, the brand remained. It was a bunch of two-leg symbols, and he knew not their significance, only that no one else but.... someoen in the forest, someone else, had them. So he told no one, smothering his fate as a murderer, testing fates reign on him as much as he dared.
I don't want to die.
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Post by rex. on Jul 6, 2006 7:08:08 GMT -5
"hmm" kashclaw toiled over somthing to say to this. If they had known of starclan...then maybe....spiritpaw is now hunts with starclan...so there will be a time when you two can be together- even in your sleep.
ooc: blah
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Post by rex. on Jul 6, 2006 7:08:56 GMT -5
ooc: ohh...she could give a message to gail =D *wanders away*
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jul 7, 2006 23:22:45 GMT -5
Bearfrost did not say a word for a long itme. He did not mention that he didn't beleive in starclan, that he wasn't even sure if he was rothy to belong in hte clan. He merely stretched, and shook his head.
Whatever.
He siad tonelessly, and slightly dejectedly, the blank mask he wore so often sliding back onto his face. He nudged the prey he had killed tworads Kashclaw, as if sugessting he take it as his own.
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Post by rex. on Jul 7, 2006 23:40:46 GMT -5
"aye. no. you take it, you caught it, you did" he meowed with a smile, but in his eyes there was obvious concern
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