blueskysummer
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Post by blueskysummer on Jan 7, 2010 20:02:22 GMT -8
Goldenclaw sat just outside the camp entrance. his golden pelt shimmered in the near-sunset light. he stared at the sun until the image burned itself into his eyes, staying there even when he turned away.
she's like the light... he thought to himself. she's still with me. she said, no, she promised. she promised she'd never leave me, so she didn't. she's here in spirit, right?
sapphire eyes searched the sky for an answer, but there was none to be found in the cerulean depths. it was too early for stars, too early to seek his love in their vast stretch.
Goldenclaw blinked, the afterimage fading away. fading like Midnight had. she was gone. there was nothing he could do about that, and he had tried. he'd chased the twoleg monster for hours after it had vanished into the distance. he had asked each and every kittypet and rouge. she was gone.
Goldenclaw closed his eyes, holding back tears. his head was still tilted back, facing the sky.
Midnight, where did you go? he asked the wind, the trees, the earth. are you watching over me, my love? are you guiding my paws?
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Post by lakeripple on Mar 16, 2010 14:39:02 GMT -8
silversong [/color] I've got those gorgeous eyes And that sleek fur Make your heart melt In just one purr LoVe Me.[/center][/font] Silversong wriggled her tail happily as she padded into camp with her kill. It was good for this season and she had every right to be proud. She had done well. And man did she know it.
Looking around the camp, she drooped a little, realizing that hardly anyone was hear to praise her. Ever since she was a kit she had loved praise. She fed off it. Without praise she was nothing. Who could live without being appreciated? That's why Silversong couldn't understand cats in charge, who had to praise everyone and receive none for themselves. That's why she understood Moonlitice, whom she was sure only stayed with Foxcloud to hear the praise.
It's a wonderful thing.
That's why it's good that Silversong was beautiful. For who couldn't help but love her? When you had the looks, you got it all. She knew that well.
But Silversong wasn't vain, oh no. She worked hard for the good of her Clan and wasn't afraid to get dirty just for the sake of the fattest thrush in the territory. For if she caught it, what would happen? Yes, cats would notice. And they'd say what a good hunter she was.
Which came back to why she was disappointed that hardly any cat was here. They didn't see her, they didn't praise her. It was as upsetting at that. Oh mousetails |
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Post by blueskysummer on Apr 11, 2010 11:31:51 GMT -8
Someone padded into the camp, causing Gooldenclaw to look up. He saw the tip of a silvery tail just as it vanished into the camp. He stood and stretched, blinking. He wiped a paw across his face, and was surprised to find it wet. Had he been crying? The tom hadn't even noticed. He wiped his eyes furiously, and blinked away the last of the moisture. He had to stay strong, if not for himself, then for the clan.
After regaining his composure, he padded into the camp. His pelt was warmed wonderfully by the sun, but he was too out of it to enjoy it. his eyes swept the camp, seeing no-one... untill he saw the fresh-kill pile. A silvery she-cat was dropping a plump piece of fresh kill on the pile. It was a nice catch, he hadn't seen fresh-kill that good looking in a long time. he padded up behind the cat, eyeing it and wondering if it would be rude to take it right after she put it on the pile.
"Nice catch." He commented, padding up beside her. something fluttered in his chest, something he hadn't felt in a long time... but he pushed it back. It was just his hunger. It wasn't anything else. It couldn't be anything else.
The she-cat was beautiful, he had to admit. He hadn't noticed that in a she-cat since Midnight. He felt guilty for thinking that, but shook it off. What was wrong with thinking another cat was pretty? He was still loyal to Midnight, what could be the harm in it?
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Post by lakeripple on Apr 27, 2010 15:51:19 GMT -8
Just as she was about to cut her losses and move on, to a cold nest in a cold world, a voice reached her ears. Silversong turned toward the noise, beaming. "Nice catch," he said. She grinned. Finally.
"Thanks." Looking the tom up and down, she quickly placed him. Goldenclaw. She had always thought it funny. Goldenclaw. Silversong. It was like that in almost every Clan. So hilarious.
"Want some?" She pushed the squirrel to the tom, smiling broadly. "I bet it tastes much better than the muck we've been getting recently." Flicking her tail, she glanced up at the sky. "Jeez. I didn't realize that it was so close to night. How time flies." |
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Post by blueskysummer on Apr 28, 2010 17:39:10 GMT -8
The golden tabby shrugged. "No problem." He felt his face grow hot as she pushed the squirrel towards him. Others needed it more than him, he would feel guilty if he took it all.
"We can split it, if you want. I don't think I'm hungry enough for the entire thing." he lied, trying to keep his stomach from giving him away. The squirrel was making his mouth water... "I bet it'll taste amazing." he said, not quite realizing it was aloud.
His ears perked at her mention of how close it was to being night. he looked up, seeing the first star in the dimming sky. "Yeah. It seems like I just woke up minutes ago for some morning hunting." He joked, forcing himself into a half-smile. "And I don't think I caught your name? I'm Goldenclaw." he said, still looking up, as if searching for something he couldn't quite see.
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Post by lakeripple on May 18, 2010 14:36:25 GMT -8
Purring happily as she bit into the meat, Silversong's ears pricked up at his answer, nodding happily as he agreed. Yes! Praise! She had succeeded, and she knew it. Some things were just meant to be, and she was meant to be admired. It was a fact.
But? What is your NAME? True... the Clan was a big one... but she made it her personal duty to know each and every one of her Clanmates. To think that... No, it was true that she was not long out of training. Apprentices can get away with being unnoticed. And some people are hunting when meetings are called. She smiled again. Yes, of course that was it.
"I'm Silversong." She licked her paw in a way she assumed was dignified, trying to cover up how bubbly she felt inside. For how could she not feel bubbly inside? It was a beautiful... sunset she guessed by now. A beautiful sunset. LightningClan was at peace. There was nothing in the world wrong in her life. No one could keep her from feeling... what was it again? Bubbly. Yes. Bubbly. |
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Post by blueskysummer on Aug 26, 2010 16:29:09 GMT -8
Goldenclaw tilted his head to one side, chewing a mouthful of the squirrel. This she-cat had a look in her eyes. It was one that he had seen a lot lately. Nearly every day, actually. it was the look that was in his own reflection's eyes; the look of having something on their mind.
"What's on your mind?" he asked after a swallow of meat. "You look a bit distant, there." he took another bite, taking his time to chew it. "not that I'm any different..." he smiled half-heartedly.
he took a moment to wonder what her answer would be. who knew, maybe there was some tragic secret behind that pretty face. maybe something happened on her hunt. or maybe he was just saying all the wrong things...
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Post by lakeripple on Aug 30, 2010 13:29:52 GMT -8
Silversong shook her head slightly, smiling. The forest spun slightly before her blue eyes, causing her to stop the movement and wait for it to stop. Her smile fell just the slightest bit. Things weren't quite back to normal. They never would be. She had to keep from moving too fast...
"Nothing's the matter," she insisted. "Nothing at all."
Shut up, she told herself. Don't lie. You aren't as happy as you used to be. Things are different now. You aren't the same.
The smile stayed plastered on her face, the side of her neck prickling. The dog. The dog had ruined her future. She needed praise... needed it, felt desperate for it, to prove that she wasn't worthless. She could still do everything she used to... But if she moved too fast she would get dizzy. Not that rare. Nothing... was the... matter. |
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Post by blueskysummer on Sept 4, 2010 18:51:32 GMT -8
Goldenclaw noticed the she-cat pause after shaking her head, a dizzy look in her eyes. He was about to question her on it, but something in the way she spoke and the look on her face directly after made him bite his tongue. He wouldn't want anyone prying information on Midnight out of him. He gave her a final look, as if giving her a chance to change her mind if she wanted to. when she was silent, he took another bite of squirrel, trying to come up with another topic.
"Is it just me, or are there more squirrels running around than normal?" He brought up, hoping to distract the she-cat from whatever was on her mind. her eyes seemed duller now that her mind was weighed down with whatever was troubling her. He wanted to see her eyes brighten again. "Not that there are less of other animals, but it seems like squirrels make up most of any cat's catch these days."
It was meaningless babble, but that was usually the best thing to distract. he knew plenty about distracting himself.
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Post by lakeripple on Sept 4, 2010 21:53:58 GMT -8
A feeling of distinct relief washed over Silversong when Goldenclaw didn't pry. She dipped her head and felt it clear, the dizziness dissipating and clarity replacing the blurred edges around her. Sucking in a few breaths of fresh air, she smiled and kneaded her paws against the ground.
"Yeah, there have been a lot more squirrels," she agreed. Normally their were more mice. But she couldn't remember the last time she had something other than a squirrel. Perhaps there was a strange increase in their breeding population. Not that she was complaining. It was always good to have prey around.
"How are things with you?" she found herself asking. Somehow she knew that in the other Clans they weren't asking that question. LightningClan was thus far the least affected by the war. They were neutral. And it felt good. It felt safe. No one was attacking them right now. If they had a side, that would change. So it was possible for things to be going quite well for cats around here.
But that just usually wasn't the case. Her eyes narrowed slightly. The woods were a dangerous place. |
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Post by blueskysummer on Sept 6, 2010 18:08:06 GMT -8
Goldenclaw's eyes distanced. how were things with him? his mate was dead, his children lost, his sanity eroding away... he was constantly depressed and on the verge of losing it completely at the flick of a tail. not to mention the clans he had joined for refuge against his own memories and loneliness were balanced on the peak of a war he knew and cared nothing about. He missed being a rouge, but was too unbalanced and afraid to return to his old ways. so, what did that add up to? how was he?
"Things have been fine." he meowed. as if saying any of that stuff out loud would help his cause. it would just pass him off as the cat no-one was to go near in fear of being dragged down with him. "Just fine. What about with you?"
again distracting himself from himself, he focused on her. she'd seemed grateful for the change in topics. even though both of their issues were unspoken, it felt... nice, maybe (however narcissistic that might sound) to know he wasn't the only cat around here with issues of their own. like, for the first time in a long time...
maybe he wasn't alone.
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Post by lakeripple on Sept 10, 2010 16:05:14 GMT -8
Silversong flinched as Goldenclaw turned the conversation backed to her. Oh man. He must be keeping something back too. She turned her head and licked down the fur on the back of her neck, trying to check her scars without being too obvious. The fur was covering them now. They weren't that obvious. But the rhythmic movement made her head spin. She had to slow down. And hope that he didn't notice.
"Things are fine," she decided, turning back to face the tom. "There isn't any good reason why they shouldn't be, really. Our Clan is lucky."
She badly wished that they would just move on to talking about the weather and not get to close to things she would rather not dwell upon. Forcing a smile, the young she-cat twitched her tail slightly, moving it from wide side to the other in order to keep herself warm. Yes, the weather. Nice weather it was. For almost nighttime. It was practically begging to be spoken about. |
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Post by blueskysummer on Sept 12, 2010 11:00:57 GMT -8
Goldenclaw nodded. "Very lucky." he mewed in agreement, his voice tiny. He barely heard it himself. He had forgotten how hard it was to have conversations with other cats. True, he was getting better at it, and this She-cat was good at distracting him. The attempts to distract her as well were keeping him busy. But when it came down to it, all he was doing was sidestepping his feelings, keeping his mind preoccupied, and it was exhausting. Eventually it came to the point when all he wanted was to curl up in a dark hole for awhile.
He looked up at the sky, and noticed a tiny white pinprick in the yellowing sky. "Look." he nodded towards it. "The first star of the night." a tiny smile flickered on his maw. "Have you ever noticed how it seems so bright now, but when the sun sets it's outshone by a number of other stars? And yet it's the one that appears first, night after night."
he watched it for maybe a minute, maybe an hour, maybe a full leaf-green. he couldn't tell time anymore. all he knew was that one moment he was laying down, and the next he was on his paws. he couldn't remember the in-between moment of getting up, as if that moment had been lost in between.
"Will you come with me for an evening patrol?" he said without thinking. "It's a nice night, we should take advantage of it."
He didn't know why he asked the She-cat instead of just running off without a word. he didn't know why the words came out of his mouth so freely. he just knew he needed to move, to go somewhere, to do something before he was engulfed in the wave of his thoughts that kept building and building behind his mental walls...
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Post by lakeripple on Sept 13, 2010 13:28:36 GMT -8
When Goldenclaw mentioned the star Silversong felt her head instinctively look up at it. She'd heard stories about it. The Moonrise star, it was called. Because the first star at night didn't used to always be the same. And this star they were almost sure was the spirit of Moonrise, the one that was right above the High Hills, in perfect view of EarthClan, able to keep tabs on SkyClan, leaning towards WaterClan.
She hoped that when she joined her ancestors she would have her own star too. One that would always be able to see her home, here in LightningClan.
Silversong's ears twitched as Goldenclaw got up, feeling his body shift into a different position. She almost didn't hear his words, but when they reached her ears they also warmed her heart. He asked is she would like to go on patrol with him. Now when was the last time someone had done that? She couldn't quite remember.
Getting to her paws as well, a little more slowly than he, but not enough to make it obvious, she nodded and smiled. Yes, it was a good thing to take advantage of the night while it lasted. A very good thing. It would take her mind off things and she felt... that it would take his mind off whatever was troubling him.
They could both help each other by simply patrolling. What a good feeling that was.
"Yes, lets. Any idea which way to go?" She didn't particularly think that it mattered. Most places in LightningClan territory were wonderful places. Just not that hole. That would be a good one to avoid. |
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Post by blueskysummer on Sept 13, 2010 16:33:53 GMT -8
Something that had been cold and barren for a long time leaped up in Goldenclaw, warming his chest so much that he thought he must be glowing in the setting sunlight. She'd said yes, despite his problems and sulking (which he assumed must be so obvious to any cat....). He looked out of the clan entrance, pondering where to go.
"I'm not the most familiar with the clan yet... but I remember two places in particular that were nice. There's the Sun tree or the Lake of Light?" he suggested. "Whichever you'd prefer."
he was happy with either place. the tree would be nice to see if they got there before the sun completely set and saw the yellow sun reflected on it's leaves, and the lake would be beautiful to see the sky reflected in it. he felt slightly embarrassed to be thinking of these things, since he was a tom and shouldn't focus on feminine things like beauty, but he then decided he didn't care.
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