if i fall}}WILLyouCATCH m e ? [open to all]

[`s қ y . x x]

In this Farewell,
There's no blood,
There's no alibi...

Such a time of day, such a shaded path, the minutes tick by like lights flickering off the distant shores. Flicking, ever so slightly, the colour draining from that of very life and fading into nothing. There is a stage were you just lie there, not knowing where you are, how long you've been there or why you lay still on the cold, hard ground. Not a sound reaches your ears, not a flame dances infront of your vision. All you see, all you feel, all you hear is darkness. You can open your jaws and try to yowl, try to make yourself known but nothing escapes your gaping mouth, only the short, wheezing gasps as you try to reach for air, but nothing is coming, after all there is nothing. You can't breath, you can't move, you're stuck and struggling as pain writhers all over your limp body. You can't carry on for much longer, there is no way possible but you keep trying, trying to swim to the surface of the emptyness, like it was water. A faint flicker in the distance, a small freckle of light. That's it, you can see it. Warmth starts to creep across your body as the feeling comes back into your paws, but you still can't breath. You're running short of air, and this struggle you can't keep up. The darkness with reaching for your paws, trying to drag you back under and, with struggling for long long and so har, you can't keep it up. You relax and let the darkness swallow you, without a sound, without a fight.

Bright silvery gray eyes shot open in surprise, the fuzzy darkness offering no comfort to the older tom as he climbed unsteadily to his paws, breath coming in short, sharp breath, eyes skating around his den. After a few heartbeat's, Cloudedsoul's heart began to slow as the familar and comforting scent of herbs filled his nostrills. The medicine cat gave his head a sharp, brisk shake, long golden fur plastered to his body in a cold sweat as he gazed around through the darkness. Every night it was the same, the darkness grabbing his old and slightly fragile body and dragging him away, away from his clan and his position in the clan. But he couldn't die yet, seeing as he had yet to find a suitable apprentice to take on such a role after him. Cloudedsoul gave a loud sigh, his limbs stiff with sleep as he padded slowly towards the den entrance, his bright silver gaze closed for the time being as he stepped out into the fresh air, the gentle, soothing rushing of water filling his ears, along with the large, gulping breaths of fresh, water-tinted air that the medicine cat breathed in, the chilly breeze ruffling his damp pelt, sending a shiver down the tom's spine. He was getting old, he knew that but his time had not yet come and right now, he just needed to calm down, to escape the dreams that haunted his ever sleeping moment. Such a lack in sleep was not good for him, and if anyone should know, it was the medicine cat. It couldn't have been past midnight, the tom noted in his mind as he lifted his gaze to look up at the thin, claw-pointed moon.

...Cause I've drawn regret,
From the truths, of a thousand lies,
So let mercy come, and wash away, what I've done.

words--> 642.
character--> cloudedsoul.
lyrics--> what i've done by linkin park.
listening to--> bomb this track by mindless self indulgence.

[STREAMY ?!]

A mother didn't know what it was like to lose children unless it had happened to her. And it had happened to Mistshine. She had already had one set of kits, and they were grown up now. But as the deputy of RiverClan -- just a few moons ago -- she had mothered kits and disgraced her Clan. Fawnstar had been furious, as had all her Clanmates, and she'd been shunned. But fortunately for the Clan's reputation, she'd miscarried. But what is good for the Clan is not always what is good for individual cats. This was one of those cases - Mistshine had always wanted kits. But she had wanted her deputy position too - breaking the warrior code was the cost of having both. And she'd done so. And now that all that shame was for nothing, because she'd lost the kit or kits she'd been carrying, Mistshine was what you could describe as not happy. Actually, she was more than unhappy - she was depressed. There were consequences for every action, and sometimes they were unexpected.

Slender, almost skinny shape moved through the dark. The she-cat stood out from the rest of the silvery-green land, her silvery-white pelt the color of snow in the night. She padded slowly toward the camp, not paying attention to her surroundings. Instead, Mistshine was reminiscing, fantasizing, wondering what her life would be like if she had not been RiverClan deputy. Would she have had more than one litter of kits? Would she want to be deputy Mistshine sighed and shook her head, entering the camp. She tripped on a pebble, though, and crashed into a bush. Thorns pierced her skin, and some caught and stayed. Typical Mistshine - she'd always been a klutz. She cursed loudly, forgetting that the whole camp was asleep. Fox-dung! Glancing around, she realized that she might have woken someone up. But no. The camp was still - except for sounds coming from the medicine den. Cloudedsoul was probably awake. Limping because of the thorn in one paw, Mistshine started for the RiverClan medicine cat. Pain pierced her pelt in different places, including her nose, and she felt blood trickling down her maw. Not a lot, but these could get infected. It was important to get to the medicine den as soon as possible, and since Cloudedsoul was already awake...

She approached the den unsteadily, realizing that Cloudedsoul was already in front of his den, as if he'd been waiting for her. He looked a bit shaken and Mistshine frowned before shrugging to herself and heading over to the older cat. Dipping her head as well as she could with all the thorns, Mistshine padded up in front of him. Er...ouch! she mewed as a stabbing pain hit her paw. She'd set her weight on it, forgetting that it was hurt. Mistshine shook her head at herself and began again. As you can see...I'm in a bit of a predicament. Mistshine scowled, knowing he'd probably scold her - she made trips to the medicine den practically every day.

words: 512
character: mistshine.
listening: consequence of sound - regina spektor. i'm yours - jason mraz.
muse: ehh. >.< sorry...

[`s қ y . x x]

In this Farewell,
There's no blood,
There's no alibi...

A sudden, loud crush echoed through the clearing, making the medicine cat's head whip mtowards the camp entrance, his whole boy going tense and heart beginning to thump hard against his ribs But then a familar, loud curse echoed through the air as a sigh escaped his jaws, with the reconisation of Mistshine. The riverclan deputy was clearly being her usual self, a bit clumsy to say the least. Cloudedsoul turned his misted blue gaze towards the sky once again, until he heard the slightly stuttered steps of the deputy moving through the camp entrance. Er...ouch! Cloudedsoul gave his ear a light flick to the white she-cat before looking at her with a slightly amused glow to his misted gaze. Flicking his tail back lightly in greeting, the old tom climbed slowly to his paws. "As you can see...I'm in a bit of a predicament." The ginger tom gave a soft chuckle as he looked carefully over the she-cat, seeing that she'd stumbled not only near the camp, but also into what liiked like a thorn bush. "Heh, 'Predicament' is a bit of an understatement don't you believe Mistshine?" He rasped, eyebrow's raised as the tom gave his long pelt a hard shake before flicking his tail to the she-cat, turning around and slipping into his den.

At the current time he didn't have any patients, so as no cats for the deputy to wake and right now, that the time while his nightmare was still fresh, he was thankful for the company of the she-cat. Giving a small sigh, the tom flicked an ear towardsa large nest right next to the small pool of water that was closest to his herb store. "May I ask Mistshine, what brought you to wander away from the camp of a night at this time?" The ginger tom rasped, his back to the white warriors as he looked over his herbs. They were only small flecks of blood, seeing as it was only throsn but could still get infected. carefully, Cloudedsoul pulled out a few leaves of marigold and moved back over to the deputy. "Paw." He ordered, sitting down with a grunt. There were cats who got injured being heroric and helping the clan, then there were others, that often went by the name of Mistshine, who managed to injure themselves over small things. Shaking his head, the tom looked over the she-cat for a moment, his thoughts wandering.

...Cause I've drawn regret,
From the truths, of a thousand lies,
So let mercy come, and wash away, what I've done.

words--> 409.
character--> cloudedsoul.
lyrics--> what i've done by linkin park.
listening to--> paralyzer by finger eleven.