Well on the Way, Head in a Cloud...

[Sealvah™]

"The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud..."Mont Blanc padded purposely through a maze of bare trees, murmuring softly to himself words that came and passed through his drifting mind. He came to a steady halt and the banks of small brook, where a small mouse appeared to have caught it's tail under a stone.
Strange how these things only ever happen to the most innocent of all creatures.
He kept his claws sheathed as he trotted down to where the scrawny scrap of fur was squealing desperately, scrabbling away at the ground at an extraordinary pace.
"Fear not, for you are in the presence of one who wouldn't dare lay a claw on one such as you."
Obviously these words meant nothing to the desperate creature, but it was perhaps the tone of his voice that made it's squeaks not quite so high pitched as they had been. A white tipped paw rolled the rock away, and in a flash it was gone.
I suppose mice don't have the sense to say thank you.
He thought with some amusement as he observed the tracks it had left. With his paw, he began to create abstract marks in the sand by the brook, having nowhere else to be, and nothing better to do.

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Kitcatcher watched the mouse run off, his head tilted slightly. he could have gone after it, an easy catch, but he decided not to, instead turning to face the cat by the riverbank.

he padded up silently, peeking over the cat's shoulder at the markings in the wet sand. "ooh, me like! what is they? protection charms? words of star-chasers?" he asked, forgetting that he did not know this cat.

[Sealvah™]

Mont Blanc let out a soft, gentle laugh as the cat behind him spoke. He turned around so that he was nose-to-nose with him.
"Well, I suppose they could be. Do you think that's what they look like?"
He wasn't intimidated by the cat's almost black eyes and sudden words, because he never really got intimidated. In his opinion, there was nothing in life to be scared of.

[blueskysummer]

Kitcatcher smiled crookedly. "They be any number of things. once me see words of star-chasers, in cave. shapes of drawings similar, but not quite right."

suddenly his smile dissapeared, and he looked at the loner in confusion "my name is being Kitcatcher. yours?"

[Sealvah™]

Mont Blanc nodded, inwardly amused, but keeping a serious expression on his maw.
"Ahh, really? How interesting." He mewed, frowning thoughtfully. After making a couple more marks in the sand- to complete his work- he turned back to face the other loner, satisfied.
"Kitcatcher, is it? That's a nice name. I'm Mont Blanc." He thought it strange that anyone would name their child something such as Kitcatcher, but then, everyone was different. Perhaps his own name would come across as foreign to the dark tabby.

[blueskysummer]

"Good name, good name," he nodded, stepping back to begin pacing back and fourth along the riverbed.

"But good game as well? myself, i save kits. save them, yes. two saved kits in clans now, more soon if lucky. you? what you do?"

[Spottedshadow]

ooc: I hope I'm not unwanted....

Dreampaw padded delicately along the border of Skyclan and the Rogue lands, more specifically the Red Forest. She was daydreaming about Flashpaw, as usual. It was rare that the young apprentice thought of little else. But who could blame her? Flashpaw was perfect. His white pelt with calico blotching, much like her own, but darker. His blue eyes, also like her own, but darker, more like the night while hers were of the day. And his scent... Dreampaw felt her nose ache at not having Flashpaw's scent wafting across her nose right this second. He smelt like mud, like the ground, but nevertheless it was dream-inducing. Then there was his tail, it was light and feathery, as if the air were trying to run away with his fur.

Dreampaw shook her head, thinking about Flashpaw now could be disastrous. Dawnstar already suspected her of meeting with a cat from another clan. But what did she know? Dawnstar could never understand how strong Dreampaw's love for Flashpaw was. No cat could, expect maybe Lakeripple, the kind she-cat who had kits when Dreampaw was still in the nursery. It appeared that the queen loved her mate like Dreampaw loved Flashpaw. Only Lakeripple could be with Eagle-what's-his-name... She's so lucky, I'm sure that no body understands me... Dreampaw thought to herself. Sure she fit in with Skyclan much better then Waterclan, her birthclan, but she still longed to be in Earthclan... Dreampaw was loyal though, she would never leave to join Earthclan, her clan needed her. The actually already suspected her of being disloyal, she had absolutely no Skyclan blood what so ever...

A sound crossed into Dreampaw's thought. Voices! But who's? She couldn't hear them clearly. All she could here was a single name, Kitcatcher. Is he some kind of kitnapper? Dreampaw thought with a panic. She had to find out, if this Kitcather wanted to steal kits, she had to do what she could to stop him. Dreampaw darted in the Red Forest, toward the sound of the voices. She came skidding to a halt between two cats, both looked older the she. "Um, hi there," she meowed quietly, suddenly very scared. These cats could probably kill her easily if they wanted to...

Word Count;; 415
Muse;; Very good, I love Dreampaw!!

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(OOC: of course you're wanted ^^ the more the merrier)

Kitcatcher paused in his pacing, his nearly-black eyes resting momentarily on the young newcomer. he could see the fear in her eyes, and tried to smile kindly at her, though most likeyl it just made him look all the more insane.

"Hello, hello," he purred, once again pacing. "me am kitcatcher, saver of kits, yes! who are being you?"

then, as if hunting, he pounced on the flowing water, sending a splash up into his mud-caked face. he sputtered, then laughed, rolling over in the water. the water downstream turned a slight brown from his filth, but he didn't notice, too entranced by his own insane fit.



(OOC: i love Kitcather, he's so fun to write ^^ insane kitty =0wo=

[Sealvah™]

Mont Blanc chuckled as Kitcatcher spoke. "You save kits? That's... very nice of you." He let his eyebrows raise up in a delicate arch as he speculated this. His guess was that this cat didn't exactly save them... but thought that he did. The insane cat's next question caused his green eyes to shade over with thought for a moment. For this was something he hadn't been asked before. Why he ate 'mouse food' or why he was so 'weird' he had answers to, but what he did?
"Well, I don't really have a set job like you... I mostly just wander. Meeting lots of cats, being liked or disliked, and sometimes doing favors for others." He lifted his head as if to ask what he thought of that.

The pale gray tabby blinked kindly at the young she-cat that had emerged from the trees. He dipped his head in greeting, inwardly glad that this was a cat of his size and age... if another large rouge had turned up, well, it just seemed that he was thought of as easy prey by many.

It seemed as though the newcomer had heard their discussion of Kitcatcher's name. It was enough to make anyone nervous. His head turned to observe the dark tabby, who was now rolling in the river.
"Hello there." He mewed, turning back to the calico she-cat.
"Forgive us if Kitcatcher there gave you a bad impression... He's a new acquaintance to me as well, and I don't believe he's quite right in the head." These words were abrupt, and somewhat nervous. Unlike Mont Blanc on every aspect of his personality, and he realized that himself. After adjusting his expression so that it was one of calm diligence, he flitted his gaze from the cat in the river to the cat on land a couple times, making sure he caught everything that was happening around him.

[blueskysummer]

Kitcatcher heard the comment about him, but didn't take offence to it. actually, somewhere in the still sane portion of his brain, he knew it to be true, but had accepted that long ago.

Finised with his roll in the stream, itcatcher stood, walking over to sit by the other two. "Lost right-head long time ago. don't even miss it. do miss tail, but not head." he wiggled his stump of a tail as if in agreement.

the wind carried the new cat's scent to him. she smelled of the land of sky, a farmiliar place. his mind wandered to a sleek black she-cat, amythest eyes shining even in darkness. "You from land of sky? good place. Little Night go there. she in clan, nice and saved." he nodded to himself "Yes yes, nice and saved,"

[Spottedshadow]

Dreampaw shivered again. I don't think these cats are going to harm me, I feel that I will be safe around them, she thought to herself. Dreampaw forced herself to relax. She pictured Flashpaw being here next to her, she was braver when he was around. "Land of sky?" Dreampaw repeated, still trying to make sense of the strange cats words. This Kitcatcher said he was the saver of kits, not a catnapper. This other cat, the grey tabby, seemed so peaceful. Dreampaw found it rather unnerving. I wonder what he'd do if I attacked him... she thought. From the looks of him and the way he held himself, he'd probably do absolutely nothing expect meagre defence. Dreampaw sighed quietly. Her earlier fears proved completely false, and now she was angry with herself for being afraid.

"Oh, you mean Skyclan," Dreampaw meowed, suddenly realizing that the land of sky was Skyclan. Well, duh, I'm from Skyclan! Dreampaw wanted to shout. All the good cats, minus Flashpaw, are! But she bit her tongue. These cats probably don't know a ton about the clans, let alone Skyclan as an individual... "Yes, I am of Skyclan," Dreampaw said respectfully. She didn't know Kitcatcher's age, so therefore she was going to assume that he was her elder. A safe assumption, I am an apprentice, not yet a warrior, not yet a queen, not yet an elder, she thought.

Night? Who's Night? Dreampaw thought, confused again by Kitcather. 'Little Night' had her completely stumped, that was not a clan name... Well, Kitcather saves kits, so Night must be young... She's probably been given a clan name already... Oh, Night must be Nightpaw! Dreampaw thought with pride at her accomplishment. "Night? You must mean Nightpaw, she's an apprentice now, just like me!" Dreampaw said with certainty that Night and Nightpaw were one and the same. "Oh, I'm Dreampaw by the way."

Word Count;; 381
Muse;; It's with me, but this isn't my longest post ever...

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Kitcatcher smiled. he knew that his rescued friend was named Nightpaw, but he would always call her by her nickname, little Night, either from the insanity or from fatherly affection, but he couldn't tell the difference.

"Dreampaw. name good. always good to dream. dreams let cats into world of star-chasers." he swished his stump of a tail against the forest floor, displacing a few dead leaves.

[Sealvah™]

Mont Blanc refused to flinch at the skeptical an somewhat superior look that Dreampaw gave him. It was one that he received often, and he honestly didn't blame those who did it. He was weak, in terms of fighting. That was something you could see at first glance. His ribs showed clearly through his skin, and he had no serious scars. But none of this ever bothered him- nothing ever really bothered him.

The clans. That was a subject that the gray tabby only knew bits and pieces of- facts gathered from conversations with passing loners. Starclan was something that was mentioned often, most of the time in an expression such as, 'Oh my Starclan.' It, or they, seemed to be what clan cats believed were the spirits of others that have moved on. Skyclan was one of the five clans. He only knew that clans were a group of cats that lived together, most of the time in peace. It definitely didn't seem to be the life for him.

The rest of what Dreampaw said was fairly meaningless to him, but he still listened with his usual politeness. Kitcatcher's next comment then shot out another trail of thought for him to travel on. Dreampaw was a beautiful name- well chosen by the parent. It seemed to fit the she-cat perfectly. Something about her- perhaps it was her blue eyes- just made the ring that the word 'Dream' brought really stand out.

[Spottedshadow]

Dreampaw felt her pelt flush. She didn't usually like this kind of attention, only from Flashpaw. One would think I'd be used to complements by now... she thought. The price to pay. Dreampaw was a beautiful cat, her white pelt was unnaturally white. A pure snow white, unusual for cats of the forest, normally there'd be some sort of dirt on it. Then she had her exquisite blue eyes. They shined with a silver luster, that was lost to most cats in general, it was too unnatural. But her name meant nothing, when her mother died shortly after naming the four kits, Dreampaw began to suspect that they were all named on how Waterpetal felt. Her sister, Hollypaw, was undoubtedly named for Holy only Waterpetal in her last moments made a mistake in the word. Tinykit, who died a few days after Waterpetal's death, was named for the way Waterpetal felt in the world. Icekit, also died, was named for the ice in Waterpetal's heart. And Dreampaw herself was named for the dream-like state that Waterpetal was entering.

But that means nothing, Dreampaw reminded herself. I wasn't wanted in Waterclan anyway... "Hopefully soon I'll be made a warrior, then my name won't be Dreampaw anymore. I'll be something better, I'm hoping for Dreamfire myself..." Dreampaw muttered. She wasn't really talking to the other cats, although they were allowed to comment if they wanted. Dreampaw was really only reminiscing in the conversation she'd had with Flashpaw about their warrior names.

Word Count;; 296
Muse;; It's a so so, it's not dying just cut short on time...

[Sealvah™]

Mont Blanc looked down at his own pelt. It was nothing particularly stunning- just a dull gray tabby, seemingly faded from the sun. It didn't shine like most cat's, and was soft and short- if it had been any longer perhaps fluffy. His eyes were the color of pale jade, and almond shaped. They always seemed to be contemplating something with mild curiosity, never truly blank or dull. He blinked them slowly, and smiled as the light flooded out and in again.

"You change your name in the clans? That's interesting." He kept the conversation moving smoothly, something he did very well. "It's a symbol of growing up, then?" He had no idea what a warrior was, but he expected that it was something that she had been working up to for some time. One of the traditions in the clans, no doubt.

[blueskysummer]

Kitcatcher didn't bother looking at his own pelt. he knew exactly what he would find. dark tabby fur ever-hidden beneath months of accumulated dirt and grime. even a few leaves stuck to him, fluttering in the breze. his eyes were nearly black, and frightening, though he didn't mean for them to be. it wasnt his fault that most cats turned tail at the insane glint in the obsidian pools.

no, Kitcatcher wasn't one to ever be called "handsome" or "Beautiful". perhaps he once was, when he still groomed himself and his eyes held intelegence and sanity. perhaps he still would be if his tail haadn't been severed, if he hadn't been left in that twoleg alley to bleed, if he hadn't even left the house in the first place.

this brought a question to Kitcatcher's mind. why had he left the house? trying to push aside the insanity for long enough to get a glimpse at before. he saw nothing but a golden tabby pelt dissapearing over a fence, and a hint of purpleish blue before it dissapeared. oh well, perhaps he would fgure it out later.

"ooh, clan names change? fun, fun! kitcatcher wonders what little night's furtur name will be, or big broken!" he smiled, thinking of the two young cats.

(OOC: Big broken is Brokenpaw, btw.

[Spottedshadow]

Dreampaw felt her pelt flush again. She saw the grey cat look at his pelt with a rather embarrassed look on his face. Great, I've made another cat self-conscious... Dreampaw thought with dismay. She saw everywhere she went, she even believed that her own sister, Hollypaw, was a little jealous of her stunning pelt... At least my fur attracted Flashpaw, maybe if I look even a little different, he wouldn't have taken any notice of me.... Dreampaw shuddered slightly at the thought. She didn't want to think that Flashpaw was that vain, but isn't that how all cats meet? Looks? Then it evolves into something with personality? Surely that was what Dreampaw did...

Dreampaw sighed. "Yes, clan names change," Dreampaw explained. She felt a little odd, sharing clan traditions with a couple of rogues... "They change with age and status. When I was born my mother named me Dreamkit, signifying that I was young and still a kit. Then when I reached 6 moons, my leader changed my name to Dreampaw, signifying that I am now older then a kit, but still younger then a warrior. Soon though my name will be changed again, signifying that I will be a warrior."

[Sealvah™]

Mont Blanc snapped his gaze away from himself, for once feeling a hint of embarrassment, which was an uncommon emotion for a cat like him. Therefore, before he could stop himself, it showed clearly in his eyes for a second before they returned to their normal state. "I see." He mewed, faltering slightly at the end of the sentence. His left paw quivered ever so softly, something that seemed to happen when such a situation. The truth was, he wasn't quite his usual self when he was with she-cats, especially with... pretty ones.

[blueskysummer]

Kitcatcher looked over at Mont Blanc, just in time to see the hint of embarrasment leave his eyes.

he smiled, sensing the mild attraction in the air. he himself usually was not interestd in she-cats. for one, he kept scaring them off. there was hardly any queen who would stick around to court with someone like him.

and secondly, it never really crossed his mind. sure, he had helped along a romance or two in the past, maybe directed a pair of loners in the same direction and hoped for the best, but never really took an intrest in that sort of thing when it came to himself. he was more preocupied with the way water flowed over rocks and the shapes of cluods, and the path a falling leaf takes to reach the forest floor.

but looking back to Dreampaw, he saw that she was already taken. her eyes had a certain gleam to them, a gleam that meant undoubtably that she was in love with a very special cat. it was strong, oh, so strong in her. he had only once seen a cat that in love.

she had been a black loner, with emerald eyes. he could not remember her name. he had run into her in the woods, not long after losing his tail and sanity. she had shown him patiently how to hunt one afternoon, before leaving to meet up with her mate. she had described him to kitcatcher, but when he tried to recall what she had said, his mind once again showed him that golden tabby, dissapearing over a tall fence.

shaking his head to clear it of the conflicting memories of the past that tried to intertwine with the present, he spoke.

"Me once hear leaders have special names. names end with stars, correct?"
(OOC: whoa, long post. and my character's stories intertwine more and more...)

[Spottedshadow]

Dreampaw smiled weakly. She had never truely at ease with strangers. She felt her pelt prickle with unease as she saw the way that Mont Blanc looked at her. He was clearly attracted to her, Dreampaw could see that. Heck, even the crazy cat could see that... But Dreampaw was taken and held securely. Flashpaw was her saving grace and she was madly in love with him. The only problem was that he was of Earthclan and she from Skyclan. Dreampaw, being born into Waterclan, was already counted as disloyal...

Dreampaw looked at Kitcatcher and gaped. He knew about the leader taking the name of star... "Um, yea, they do... How did you know?" Dreampaw asked. "They also gain 9 lives from Starclan, making them formidable foes. Every kits dreams of becoming a leader. But Skyclan recently got a new leader, and she still has all her lives."

Muse;; Very good!!!
Notes;; Posting on iPod, no wordcounter or spell-checker...