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Post by icefang on Mar 13, 2006 18:49:08 GMT -5
"Well, for me... hope was all we had," she said after a pause. "In my house, if you lost hope, it meant that you lost the will to live... and the problem was it was so easy to lose hope. YEverything seemed like it would never let up. Life seemed to hate us... we never thought we could get out... but the only reason I 'm alive now is because I always was sure I could get out. My mother, father, and brother all lost hope. And when they did, they stopped trying to keep themselves alive. Aur'as death was just a stupid twist--" she realized she was using the same phrase she had reprimanded Bearpaw for using. "Was just a stupid accident. She never stopped believing, and it was because of ther that I kept myself alive. But even though she never lost hope... they picked her off too. In a way, her death also inspired me to get out. Because she was the only reason I didn't kill myself or leave." She looked down, hating the memories of her kithood.
{Ah, my lovely emo rant post!}
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 13, 2006 20:07:09 GMT -5
Sorry, he siad softly looking away. My siblings- they died too. He looked at her eyes softening marginally. They named you well- spirit. You never gave up. My name- his voice caught. My name was Jack the Ripper. It's an old two-leg story about a two leg that killed everyhting he laid eyes on. And- he puased, and took antoher breath. And they named me well. But that person in me died. I picked the name Bear because that's t he reason i was killed. When a Bear was put in our arena, he killed my last sister, and hurt me so bad they thouhgt I was dead. But I was only knocked out. They left me to die, but I didn't. I needed a new name, and I owed that bear one. So I took his name. he said, his haorse vocie steady htouhg his eyes were slightly troubled. They named you right, he murmered so softly it was more to himself than to her.
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Post by icefang on Mar 14, 2006 12:08:39 GMT -5
Although she knew it would make her feel terribly awkward later on, she rubbed her head against his, just for a moment. "They didn't name you well," she said. "Someone who would kill anything in their path would not care about who died, even if it was his sibling or family member. The pain you felt shows that you are capable of feeling pain, it shows you are a good cat. In a way, our pasts are the same. Neither of us should've had to go through what we did. But it is our pasts that made us stronger," she continued. "There's nothing to be sorry about." Her eyes sparkled gently, for once feeling completely at ease. She felt so much better now she could just say everything to someone, without worrying that her darkest secrets would be let out.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 14, 2006 22:08:00 GMT -5
We should both be named Spirit then. But you got their first. I'm honoring my bloody savior; even if he was coldhearted; he saved me all the same. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. ANd I wouldn't know you, and how sucky would my life be? he purred, a bit humorously. Then the stag gave a bello, and a magnificent rear before he bolted. Looking like a ghost, the pale form shot across the moor until it was gone.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Mar 15, 2006 18:03:36 GMT -5
Swirlingheart had been silent all this time, listening to the apprentices' conversation. Now with the stag's sudden movement, she snapped out of it and motioned to the apprentices. "Come on guys, we'd better start hunting more." Maybe that would get all those deaths off their minds. Swirlingheart couldn't bear stuff like that since her mother died when her half-brothers-and-sisters had kitted. Then they had all died, unknown how... Swirlingheart tried to get her mind off death and shook her head.
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Post by icefang on Mar 16, 2006 10:41:39 GMT -5
"Yes," said Spiritpaw, watching the stag run off. He knows what it's like, she thought immediately. Only those who know what it feels like know when we want and don't want to talk about it... and only those who know what it feels like don't ask, even if they're curious. She was glad he didn't ask. Before she started to hunt again she said something to Bearpaw and Swirlingheart. To Bearpaw, she said, "I like the name Bearpaw, too."
And for only Swirlingheart's ears, she said, "Could you not tell anyone about this?"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 17, 2006 16:57:01 GMT -5
Bearpaw turned his head, hiding a supressed grin that lit up his face. Once the blank look had regained control over his pale features he truned back to the other two. Yeah, It's getting late, and I prolly have training tommorow.
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Post by icefang on Mar 17, 2006 20:23:17 GMT -5
She looked up at the sky. "Oh it is, isn't it?" she said. Time had flown since they arrived at the Nettle Patch. She looked around and saw a squirrel in the undergrowth. From some instinct she didn't know she had, she dropped down into a crouch, an approach much more conservative than Bearpaw's, and much more common, but none the less effective... for most cats. As she snuck towards it, she stepped on a crunchy piece of bracken, and it was gone. "Ah!" she said. "Stupid bracken," she said, staring at it as if she thought if she stared at it long enough it would burst into flames. Then she felt the wind on her back. "Stupid wind!" she said, noticing she had been hunting upwind of the squirrel. She heaved a sigh.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Mar 17, 2006 21:09:43 GMT -5
Swirlingheart nodded at Spiritpaw. She whispered, "Sure, I won't tell any cat." Her heart broke at the sadness in the moors at this moment.
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Post by icefang on Mar 18, 2006 10:57:28 GMT -5
"Thanks," she said, trying to give hunting her complete, utter, total, undivided attention to hunting in order to drive these unwanted thoughts away. She slid into the hunting crouch and crept forward with extreme cautiousness. Slowly, slowly, she padded forward, sneaking up on a vole... she made sure to lay down her paws carefully so she knew if she was about to make something crunch, she felt the wind on her face, good... and... she pounced! The poor vole was dead before he knew he was being hunted. "That's better," she said through a mouthful of vole.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 19, 2006 23:11:16 GMT -5
Show off, said Bearpaw, eyebrow quirking up c.ockily. Well for him anyways.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Mar 20, 2006 17:14:21 GMT -5
Swirlingheart chuckled and ponced on a rabbit that was scuttling by a few fox-lengths away.
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Post by icefang on Mar 20, 2006 18:03:58 GMT -5
"Hey, who was the one catching birds in midair?" said Spiritpaw. "Which was very cool, by the way."
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 20, 2006 20:19:27 GMT -5
Thanks, said Bearpaw, his eyes giving the barest hint of sheepish amusment. Alright, i admitt it. I am a flithy hypocrite. And proud of it too, he voice was a shade lighter, showing his sarcasm.
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Post by icefang on Mar 21, 2006 20:17:21 GMT -5
"Eh, it's okay," she yawned, unconcerned.
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