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Post by blackie on Feb 27, 2009 15:27:47 GMT -5
Sea-green eyes that reflected with perfection looked at the morning light. Everything to her was a fake disguise. She didn't know where she belonged. It was time for her to carry on. Away from him.... She had to say goodbye. It's not like she could stop the rain from falling. Each night she drowned in the tears she cried. He left without a warning. She faced the dawns sleepless side. She can't go on. Not like this. Clouds were pushing down on her.
Her steps had a dance to them. She spun once and then faced an open clearing. Butterflydance did it again. Another graceful spin. She sighed once and started walking. She swore she still felt his touch in her dreams. She didn't know why, but she couldn't survive. She had this feeling. Her heart began to beat fast. Electricity began to flow through her. A surge of sadness that couldn't be stopped. Her mates death was harder on her then most could imagine.
Whispers haunted her mind. She parted her jaws and a whistle like voice echoed the forest. Hush now... he would never be back. She told herself. So where did she go wrong? She was stuck inside a dream that was long gone. For her the truth and her dreams were one. Its nothing but a bitter taste. It was better if she walked away from her bad memories. She just couldn't stop the rain from falling.....
ooc:Low muse
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Feb 28, 2009 11:13:37 GMT -5
the sun was shining through the trees, the light watery, not exactly bright. but what could one expect? it was late leaf-bare. at least the clouds were already thin enough for the sun to shine through. it was a sign that new-leaf was coming, in a moon at most. the weak morning rays pushed through the bracken of the warriors' den, which was half-full. a ginger tabby mass of fur rose and fall gently with the deep breaths of sleep. the tom dreamt peacefully - the dream wasn't very special. in fact, it was one most cats had probably had. he was stalking a fat, juicy mouse through the woods...and just when he was ready to pounce, it scampered away into a thornbush. he cursed loudly as his amber eyes opened wide to reveal the warm, half-dark den.
flashclaw stretched luxuriously. it was early morning, a little after dawn. late enough for the sun to reach the shelter of the den. glancing around him, he sighed and dropped into a deep cat stretch to warm up his muscles a bit. then the lively warrior sprung up and picked his way from his nest through sleeping masses to the entrance of the den. the camp was empty, except for one warrior. flashclaw recognized her as butterflydance, a quiet she-cat. right now she was spinning, almost dancing through the clearing. he tilted his head, confused, as she stopped and started again. he couldn't help padding toward the she-cat until he was just a fox-length away from her.
his fur shone in the morning light. it was naturally like that, long and always smooth and sleek. he was built slim yet lean. his thick muscles didn't show underneath his long fur, which helped him in battle. but his fur was ginger, which didn't help him in hunting. speaking of hunting...he was to be on the midday hunting patrol. idiot, he scolded himself. he had a problem with letting his mind drift. flashclaw opened his mouth to speak to the she-cat. he didn't exactly know her, had never spoken to her directly. but she was a clanmate. erm...are you okay?
[/color][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] it's okay, me too XD |
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Post by blackie on Mar 7, 2009 17:14:10 GMT -5
Butterflydance looked at him for a moment. Her lashes fluttered over her eyes as she closed them to think of a decent response that didn't seem like an excuse for her own horrid misery."Well Yes...Flashclaw why wouldn't I be ok?" She opened her eyes again as she paused where she was and wrapped her tail around her paws and sat up straight adding to a nice posture.
Why wouldn't she be ok? Her own words flew through her mind. She wasn't ok. Neither were the other cats that were with them. Shadowclan was certainly not ok. No one in the forest could be ok. It just didn't work like that. She wasn't ok either. She wanted her mate back. Just as she had decided to open her heart to another, not that she was mean in general, he died. Not from the bloodshed of war but an illness that plague the camp. She decided to let love takes it toll on her. Although she didn't want to love another and would have rather stayed a warrior, she let the hearts take over her eyes and fell on love. Just to be struck by what felt like death itself.
Her eyes looked distant for a moment then she snapped back to the conversation she was having with Flashclaw."How has this day been treating you? Good I hope."She mewed sincerely.
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