Sunsets (Open!)

[silverko13]

'i hope i can find a place' coldpaw thought. he'd wanted to belong ever sense he realized his parents weren't coming back to make it all better, and that hawk truly hated him.

"i, i'm sorry" he stuttered. after speaking it, he had thought the question might have been a bad idea. but when he saw the look on the bi-colored toms face he knew it had been worse than a bad idea. it had been horrid.

he knew that look, the small apprentice felt icy claws rip into his chest. he had seen it in his own eyes every day sense that day. it was far apart but so similar the look of having something precious torn away from you.

redwing faced it with more bravery than him, with a burning anger instead of a chilling fear "i cant even look at a brown tabby without shaking in fear" he murmured to him self, becoming lost in thought, he didn't even notice as hot tears slid over his dark cheeks half for him self and half of redwing.

ooc- i made him sound like a little whiner but he never really did any growing up after getting his scar at 3 moons. and hes suppose to be a sensitive cat. _ _,

p.s. ooc- we finally have a second page ;D

[blueskysummer]

Brokenpaw rubbed reassuringly against Coldpaw.

"Its ok, you couldn't have known," he whispered so Redwing wouldn't hear.

but something stirred inside of him. all these cats had hard pasts. perhaps even harder than his. each one took refuge in the company of others to distract them, comfort them, possibly even redeem them with time.

and for the first time, Brokenpaw understood why there were clans. it was impossible for cats to handle things on their own. they needed others for more than just food and shelter. those things cats could get on their own. what they really needed were friends, and shoulders to lean on when they were weak. no ammount of strength or cunning could gain that.

[Glyph]

Redwing glanced at the two apprentices sharply, though his gaze wasn't entirely in the present, and neither were his thoughts. After a long moment the tom relented and gave a callous shrug, looking away.

There came a muffled grunt, an awkward shuffle of paws. "Mmph. Forget about it."

He paused for a moment, ears straining at the snatch of words he heard Coldpaw mumble, and blinked in surprise. Then, uncomfortably, he stared at his paws. Why did he suddenly care so much? What was it about these two scraps of fur that was getting to him?

He sighed, and glanced at the two again. "Hey, c'mon, buck up pal. It's not your fault. None of it is." He stopped himself abruptly, puzzled and infuriated with himself. He was starting to remind himself of his father.

[silverko13]

Brokenpaw's touch drew his attention. Coldpaw clawed his way out of his thought like a cat dragging it's self out of water.

hearing Redwing's words the apprentice noticed the dampness of his cheeks. with a flicker of fear in his eyes he rubbed the tears away with his white foreleg. he still remembered his first 'lesson' not to cry so 'generously' taught by a gray and ginger rouge.

"sorry" he mummbled before breaking into shakey giggles realizing this was like the 5 billionth time he said that. it just came natural now, when he was upset, like apologizing could fix it. starclan knows how many times he had yowled apologizes to his ansestors hoping if he just said sorry enough everything would be okay again.

[blueskysummer]

a humorless chuckle escaped Brokenpaw's maw. when would the similarities stop? Night was always apologising. it had bothered him at the time, but looking back, he sort of missed it.


(ooc: ugh, sorry. creative block.)

[Glyph]

Redwing peered at Coldpaw and Brokenpaw carefully, eyes mellowing sadly. There was a weariness clinging to both of these cats that shouldn't be there, hanging like burrs, as if they'd been pushing their way through brambles for a very long time. It just wasn't right, and it struck a chord somewhere inside the young tom.

"I think I missed the joke," he said softly, and for once, all the bluster had gone out of his voice. Then, he smirked, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards for no apparent reason. He sighed. Blast it all. "And now I'm a hypocrite..."

[blueskysummer]

Brokenpaw shook his head. "It's ok to be a hypocrite sometimes. i guess it's just cat nature." he paused, then covered his hesitation with a laugh. "Trust me, i know."

he sighed, gazing out at the lake. hypocracy? he was the king of it. he was drowning in bad memories, yet it seemed as if he kept throwing himself into the waves. well, then, it was time to stop. no more similarities. no more bad memories. no more regrets.

[silverko13]

Coldpaw made a small sound of agreement. the one that had always told him how important family was had left him with out a second thought. his protector had hurt him. "irony as well" he added thinking how the love and kindness in his life had come from the cruelest cat he knew.

[Glyph]

Redwing frowned. Cat nature, maybe, but not in his nature. He hated having to go back on his word, and he certainly didn't enjoy telling someone one thing only to do something else. Irony, on the other paw...

Redwing laughed, a note of bitterness underlying the otherwise light sound. "We're just a bunch of furry paradoxes, aren't we?" Didn't he know it. Say one thing, do another, that was Redwing when he was young and hypocritical. Unafraid, yet he turned tail and ran. Bold and pompous, but his bones liquefied at the sound of the fox's barks. Strong, courageous young Redwing couldn't move a muscle, couldn't even lift a paw to help his sister.

What was worse? Irony. Irony that the one thing he hated the most, the one thing that symbolized his weakness and failure, would be carried on his pelt. It was a ginger and white badge of sorrow, a reminder of what he'd lost. His bristled angrily, and glared off into the night. Even his eyes were the same golden yellow; it was a wonder his mother hadn't named him Foxkit when he was born.