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Post by Thornpaw on Mar 21, 2007 12:47:12 GMT -5
Hawkpaw strolled along the border of Riverclan and Windclan, making sure the scent barriers were secure. He looked to the sky, the wind ruffled his fur gently caressing his pelt. He gazed along the border secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of the Riverclan queen Silvertip. He smiled at his childish fantasy and shook the thought away. He opened his mouth and let the smells of the forest filter through his lungs. A squirrel, but the smell was stall. He snorted and resumed his walk along the borders dividing the two very different clans, leaving his thoughts astray.
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Post by Shiningstream on Mar 21, 2007 14:20:12 GMT -5
She knew very well that Fireleaf needed something to distract her from Bonefoot, and what would be better than for her to watch over her three kits? Silvertip needed some time to herself anyway, so she took up Leafstar's orders to patrol the RiverClan and WindClan borders. It was a fine day and a good way for the young queen to stretch her aching muscles...until one thing distracted her. Coming up closer to the river, the queen couldn't doubt the shiver of excitement that made her fur tingle. "Hawkpaw?" she mewed quietly, coming a bit closer to the border so she could see the WindClan apprentice clearly.
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Post by Thornpaw on Mar 21, 2007 18:31:44 GMT -5
Hearing a sound, Hawkpaws ears shot up in alert. He lashed his fiery tail and started to head toward the voice attempting not to be seen. Then he froze. The voice, felt so familiar to him. He took a whiff of the air to confirm his thought. He emerged from the bracken to find a silver cat waiting for him. "Silvertip." He mewed softly to the approaching Riverclan queen. His amber eyes softened as he gazed upon the lovely cat. "I was...um...how, how are the kits?" He ended lamely, cursing himself under his breath. He took a step toward her, ignoring the barrier markers that had divided their clans for centuries...
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Post by Shiningstream on Mar 21, 2007 19:39:43 GMT -5
For the first time in moons, the young Silvertip was able to relax and give her full attention to the growing WindClan apprentice. Like him, she didn't care that he had crossed RiverClan boundries; she just wanted to see him. She was briefly caught off guard by his question, but answered it just as embarrassingly. "They're fine. They miss their father..."
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Post by Thornpaw on Mar 21, 2007 21:24:59 GMT -5
Pain shook the she-cats voice. He wanted to comfort her but hesitated out of respect for her lost mate. Silence shrouded the clearing for a moment, letting him consume the fact that they finally had a chance to be alone. A glimmer of curiosity overcame the silence and he could not help the question. “What happened?” He questioned gently, but paused and let his eyes wander her sad features. “Its alright, its not my place to ask.” His ears twitched and he let his eyes rest on the river that divided to two very diverse clans.
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Post by Shiningstream on Mar 22, 2007 10:59:22 GMT -5
Silvertip stretched out a paw reassuringly. "No, don't be sorry. You should know, you helped bring my son back to me." Taking a gulp, Silvertip edged herself a bit closer. Hawkpaw was a bit bigger than she was, odd for an apprentice, but it made sense as she was a queen for a few moons. "I was giving birth in the nursery when a badger broke in. I... Skyheart pushed me away so he could fend it off. He died next to me... when our kits were born."
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Post by Thornpaw on Mar 22, 2007 20:23:54 GMT -5
Compassion clouded his eyes. He brushed his pelt against hers in empathy. A light breeze wallowed swiftly by and he could not help a glance towards the sky. A soft smile parted his lips and he mewed quietly, “He died with honor, and he is always with you.” His eyes drifted again to the cloudless sky. “He has joined the great cats of Starclan, he is at peace.” He paused, mildly embarrassed. He brushed his warm pet to hers. “I would not dwell on the past. You have so much to live for, Finchkit and…” His voice trailed off. But an impish smiled creased his lips and he laughed, “I must sound pretty awkward right?” Trying to lighten the grave mood.
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Post by Shiningstream on Mar 23, 2007 12:27:05 GMT -5
Silvertip gave a short laugh. "A bit. But that is called pride, Hawkpaw. It's a good thing to have, and you'll learn much more of it from that cranky old mentor of yours." With the feeling of reassurance creeping dangerously close, Silvertip pressed her side against Hawkpaw's shoulder and her muzzle against his. A new wave of feeling crept over her, until three cats stood on the river bank: Silvertip, Hawkpaw, and giving the apprentice a playful, unseeing cuff over the ear, was Skyheart. He leapt back into the sky before Silvertip could notice. "Thank you."
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Post by Thornpaw on Mar 26, 2007 14:56:36 GMT -5
Hawkpaw could not suppress a smile. He dipped his head low, returning her warm gesture. Affection washed over him, and he felt a sudden power near. A cool breeze sliced through him yet it was content and welcoming. His ears stood alert but he dare not leave Silvertip’s side, for fear the moment would end all to soon. And now standing there on the bank of the river that divided their clans, he could not feel more content standing next to her. Her steel pelt was an icy contrast to his flaming red attire as he touched his muzzle to hers. His eyes wandered, settling on the azure reflected in her magnetic eyes.
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Post by Shiningstream on Apr 7, 2007 8:47:37 GMT -5
Silvertip murmured a purr-like sound before nuzzling her nose under Hawkpaw's chin affectionately. This was one of the best moments she had ever experienced, save Skyheart and her beloved kits. She forgot all about the warrior code, Clan boundries, everything now that her pelt was pressed against his. "...Please, don't tell anyone." Silently, she gave a prayer to StarClan and Skyheart, wondering what to do next. "...I love you."
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Post by Thornpaw on Apr 17, 2007 8:45:57 GMT -5
Yes. At those words all doubt was lost. No boundaries, no rules, no obligations, just…love. The feeling was new to him. He had faced many dangers in his life but none could compete. This was the most terrifying, and wonderful thing he had ever experienced. He looked at her, her azure eyes with wonder. So deep, and knowing, he felt he could spend a life time deciphering them. His lungs felt as though they will filled with shards of glass. He pressed blazing red pelt against her, tucking his nose against her silver pelt. “Silvertip," Saying her name sent a chill down his spine. "I would never tell…” he whispered, his alluring voice chimed, “I…love you too.” His words were lost, as if a breeze had lifted them up and whisked them away.
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Post by Shiningstream on Apr 22, 2007 9:42:09 GMT -5
Oh, how great this day was! Her new love had accepted her, her kits were apprenticed, and she had an apprentice herself. The wind blew her silver tail against the air, and for a brief moment, she actually believed that a slight gust could sweep her away, with Hawkpaw next to her. And then... another thought. Love. A forbidden love. Silvertip had tried to tell herself that she should just pull away from the apprentice, confess her love one last time, and never see him again. But her heart willed not to. Instead, she looked up at him carefully. "Hawkpaw... until you become a warrior, I don't think we should meet again. My Clan knows very well that I loved Skyheart, and they will be quite suspicious if I come to camp one day with kits again. They knew I loved no one else." there was an edge of humor in her voice.
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Post by Thornpaw on Apr 24, 2007 14:52:23 GMT -5
“Yes of course.” He relied without thinking. “The next time we meet I will no longer be Hawkpaw, but until then…” he swept her up with a wash of licks, and affectionate embrace as well as a cat could… He began to pull away but took a moment to survey his surroundings. The river, carving its way through the valley like a silver snake. Few trees surrounded the area though one stood tall among the rest. A stark white birch , a beautiful sight. The birch stood proud and alone, unbent by hail and wind, its bark a sturdy yet elegant mixture of white with streaks of black. He felt an odd connection to the tree, its ashen trunk unique against the dark branches that surrounded them. His gaze drifted to Silvertip. Her coat as silver and unique as the lone birch that towered above them. He seemed to know then he could love no other. The birch, standing tall above the feelings of sorrow and hate, carrying the will to move on. They are one, he decided in secret. Both stood silent, with a mysterious air around them. A cryptic smile parted his lips and he began a slow accent the meadows, though it proved very difficult to move away. Delivering a lick of secret affection on Silvertip’s ashen cheek. “Here again we will meet, under branches of the silver birch. Until then may Starclan light your path.” He stopped at his Starclan comment praying their forbidden love would not upset their great ancestors. “I love you.”
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Post by Shiningstream on Apr 24, 2007 15:23:18 GMT -5
Silvertip felt choked with emotion, her heart about to swell in her happiness. Before he could disappear behind the border completely, the she-cat dashed over, rubbing her muzzle under his chin. The white birch was sending an odd scent over her way, one that smelled like... Skyheart. He had accepted them, but would StarClan? "I love you too."
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