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Post by {Snarky} on Dec 28, 2007 19:47:14 GMT -5
The sleek silver she-cat yawned, showing off her tiny pink mouth. Being unpopular in WindClan didn't seem to faze her a bit. Standing and stretching, she contemplated going outside for a bit, but decided against it. The darkness suited her tired mood. Laying back down and covering most of her face with her tail, she watched the others with striking blue eyes.
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Post by maddykay on Dec 28, 2007 20:10:47 GMT -5
As the brothers entered camp, cats noticed Specklespot, the elder, shake his head angerly. The younger one, Whisperwind, sighed and turned in the direction of the fresh kill pile. Specklespot was in a cranky mood and Whisperwind, though a patient loving cat, could only take so much. The spotted tom walked stiff legged past the pile and headed for the den. He figured if his own brother had had enough, there wasn't another cat who'd put up with him and he should just turn in early. Maybe his bad mood would fall from him after a good rest.
As he made his way to the den, Specklespot almost collided with the observing she-cat. Tripping over himself to avoid hurting her, he fell lightly in the dust as her paws. "Ouch," he said, shaking the dirt from his nose, "that was graceful."
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Post by {Snarky} on Dec 30, 2007 20:02:26 GMT -5
Silvermoon jumped up quickly, holding back the urge to snap at him even though it almost made her choke. Her tail lashed back and forth as she narrowed her eyes. Trying to think of something kind to say, she knew it wasn't his fault after all, she let out the breath she had been holding. Her dull gray eyes seemed to almost glitter as she returned to a sitting position and glanced over him.
"Are you all right?"
she finally decided to say. Her ears swiveled to catch a random noise, but she kept her eyes on him. She know it tended to make other cats uncomfortable when she did so and it was what she wanted. Most cats left her alone when she stared at them like so and she was so used to a life of solitude she had adapted to continuing the harsh stare. Inside, the young playful kitten she once was cried to be let out, but a hard life had sharpened her. She wasn't weak enough to admit she was lonely. |
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Post by maddykay on Dec 31, 2007 9:33:52 GMT -5
Specklespot straightened up and started to clean the thin layer of dust now covering his fur. "Yeah," he said, embarassed, "I'm sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?" He gazed back at her, feeling her stare penatrating his body but not flinching. He himself wasn't one of the most liked cats in the clan, although he had more friends than Silvermoon, so he didn't want to almost hit her and then leave. His whiskers twitched slightly and he copied her, swivling his own ears toward the fresh kill pile to detect a snigger or laugh that never came.
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Post by {Snarky} on Dec 31, 2007 14:06:52 GMT -5
Silvermoon's heart skipped a beat as her ears registered his question. Never before had someone been so kind to her, and she tried not to let it show that it affected her.
"I'm fine. Can't say the same for you, though. You look horrible."
Her mind flinched as she said the words, the side of her that was good fighting desperately to pull them back. She had been torn apart too long, though, and they remained in the air. |
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Post by maddykay on Dec 31, 2007 18:34:18 GMT -5
The young tom's dark ears flattened against his head, but not in a hurt way. A coy smile spread across his handsome face as he laughed. "Yah, I guess I do look pretty aweful huh?" he said, as he bent his head to try and get the rest of the dirt off. He hadn't noticed her reaction, he was too surprised that his brother hadn't laughed at his clumsiness. He knew Whisperwind wasn't the type of cat that made fun of others, but the older brother thought he would at least take pleasure in something embarassing happening to someone he was frustrated with. Like always, Whisperwind never failed to amaze Specklespot.
He stopped grooming himself when he decided it was useless, with his active lifestyle he would probably just be dirty again before sun fall anyways. "I guess I'm just having a bad day," he said after this pause, "just annoying clanmates all around." He gave a small smile, sad yet joking, as if he were admitting what was bothering him but making it into something funny. Specklespot wasn't one to open his heart for all to see, and humor made it easier for him to express his feelings. "You ever have days like those?"
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Post by {Snarky} on Jan 1, 2008 15:22:28 GMT -5
Silvermoon pulled her head back slightly, as if this cat asking her questions offended her. Narrowing her eyes again and flattening her ears against an equally silver head she answered him in a harsh monotone voice.
"Perhaps."
Her tail lashed in the air behind her as if to say, this conversation is over. I have no time for the likes of you. Although, of course, even if she had said it she wouldn't have meant it. A whole lifetime of nothing but abuse and snarky remarks changed a person. |
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Post by {Jade on Jan 1, 2008 18:34:08 GMT -5
Moondance entered her den, the white paws on her feet feeling the earth below her. The short furs caressed the dusty ground as she walked, feeling an unidentified feeling coming from.... Silvermoon. Specklespot and Whisperwind were there too, but she could tell the conversation was over. The blind she-cat looked around her, not seeing, but still knowing what was going on. "Hello." she stumbled, trying to find cimfortable words.
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Post by Thornpaw on Jan 1, 2008 20:17:47 GMT -5
Hawkpaw slipped in beside Moondance. After just dropping of his offering of a squirrel and two small sparrows at the fresh kill pile, his paws ached for a place to rest. The apprentice’s pelt rippled like fire as her settled down next to the warriors. She battle was still on his mind but lately… so much was on his mind. He had been distant from his clan ever since his last meeting with the Riverclan queen, and as he gazed around at the cats, he couldn’t help but wonder what he had missed. Hawkpaw by nature being a remote and fiery kind of cat. But though he showed as much loyalty to his clan as any other cat, his thoughts were ever across the river, ever with her.
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Post by {Snarky} on Jan 3, 2008 10:52:36 GMT -5
Silvermoon turned to the new entrances, her eyes narrowing in their almost seemingly permanent position. She summed both of them up, immediately recognizing them but deeming if they would try to engage her in conversation or not. Then, after only a short wait, the she-cat spoke. Timid, that one.
"The den seems to be getting a bit crowded. I should go."
Rising to her paws, she prepared to leave. Her insides screamed for comfort, and even companionship, but the rest of her continued walking. The fight inside of her raged on, and soon her eyes closed and her paws halted. |
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Post by maddykay on Jan 3, 2008 20:48:08 GMT -5
"Silvermoon," Specklespot murmured. It was guiet, almost like a question. He did not understand why she was being so evasive. He did not understand why she didn't want to talk. And above all, he did not understand why she had dismissed him like a bothersome kit. All he had done was apologize and try to be kind. He sighed. Something he rarely did. Now he was scared, he was turning into his brother. Suddenly the young cat looked tired and sad. He stood and walked over to his nest, curling up in it and covering his face with his long tail. If no one wanted to talk to him, then he didn't want to talk to anyone either. If his mood had been bad before, now it was aweful. His heart was filled with loneliness, even though all he had to do was approach his brother and apologize to receive some companionship. Pride blotted all hope of this out, and sleep slowly seized the cat.
Whisperwind approached, having seen this gradual change in his brother. He wanted to see if he could do anything, but by the time he arrived, his brother was already curled up away from the group and pretending to be asleep. As if his intuitive younger brother couldn't see passed that. Showing the others in a startling way how truely close these two were, he heaved a sigh just like his brother's as he took his place. "What's ah...going on?" he asked, glancing at his brother before turning to all present.
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Post by {Snarky} on Jan 5, 2008 14:03:59 GMT -5
Silvermoon turned to snap at him, but found herself unable to do so. He hadn't done anything to her. No one had. Why was she such a monster? In an act completely unlike her, she slowly padded over to Specklespot and buried her nose in his warm fur. She hadn't ever wanted the closeness of another cat since she was a small kit, but if she ever needed it it was now. She still had a genuine chance at being a good cat, and she intended to take it. |
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Post by maddykay on Jan 5, 2008 15:04:16 GMT -5
Specklespot expected the cat that approached to be his 'make sure everyone feels good' brother. Suddenly, and almost as if annoyed, Specklespot raised and turned his head and began to say, "Go away." He stopped as his cold, black nose touched Silvermoon's. His eyes stared, searching, up into her own bright mirrors of the soul. "Are you alright?" he asked, pulling his head away making room for her if she wanted to lie down. His dark spots and light fur made part of him blend in with the gloom of the den and part of him stand out. His whiskers twitched slightly as he gazed at Silvermoon, wondering what she'd do. Maybe she was just having a bad day too, he thought, deciding to be less judgemental of the lonely she-cat. He didn't know her very well, but for some reason he liked her.
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Post by {Snarky} on Jan 8, 2008 15:09:44 GMT -5
She watched as he backed away slightly, presumably to let her lay down with him, but she didn't. She just stood staring at him.
"I'm fine. Can't say the same about you." Her words were snapped, and she felt bad. She tempered them with the following, "Are you ok?"
Her nose still tingled where his had touched hers. She shook off the feeling. |
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Post by maddykay on Jan 8, 2008 18:26:42 GMT -5
He cocked his head to the side at her snappiness. She must really be in a bad mood, he thought with a smile. "Don't know," he said, almost apologetically, "I feel almost like I'm in a rutt or something. I'm just bothering everybody and can't seem to do anything right." When he finished he let out a sigh, which scared him. He, the proud and headstrong young tom, did not sigh. His brother, the thoughtful and caring younger tom, was the one who sighed. Shaking his head to clear these thoughts, he continued, "I know its stupid to say, but I think I need a battle, or at least a gathering, to get me pumped. I don't know why, but I'm just...stuck." He really didn't know another word to end with. Lost for words, he just continued looking up at the she-cat he couldn't quite figure out.
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