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Post by untilthis.echo on Sept 23, 2007 14:09:59 GMT -5
[n o . o n e . i n . t o w n ; w h o m . i . k n o w]
[y o u . g a v e . u s . s o m e . p l a c e ; n e v e r . s a i d . t h a n k . y o u]
[t h o u g h t . i . w o u l d ; g e t . o n e . m o r e . c h a n c e]
[w h a t . w o u l d . y o u . t h i n k ; s o . l u c k y . s o . s t r on g . s o. p r o u d]
[n e v e r . s a i d . t h a n k . y o u ; n e v e r . h a v e . a . c h a n c e]
xx may A.NGELS lead you I N\\________<3
[c.l.o.u.d.h.e.a.r.t.]
The sun couldn't have been clearer today and the wind couldn't have been any fresher today. Her steps padded softly on the soil and her ears rang sweetly with the whispered songs of the birds just hanging in the trees above. Her tail waved languidly, thick and the color of cream gold. Claws delicately scratched against old bark before her body clambered up over the log and landed neatly on the other side. Her belly fur brushed briefly against the earth and a quiver of exhilaration and warmth spread from her stomach to her flanks, grazing the length of her spine. One glance was cast aside the forest, attentive. The eerie serenity of the woods didn't go unnoticed by her. Yet a quietude of euphoria clouded her mind and she kept on walking.
Something was calling her, though what or who she wasn't sure. There were the sounds of footfalls resonating around her, as if other felines walked with her farther and farther from the heart of the forest. Lips, whispers, words tickled the fur of her ears as she trekked closer to the river hailing from the edge of Thunderclan. Its hissing currents sounded beyond the trees and her slow pawsteps broke her through the forest. She glided carefully downward to the banks and peered into the waters, shivering at the feel of its white spray against her coat. Closing her eyes to half-mast, the femme tilted her head and listened to its lullaby. Seemingly satisfied after a few moments, she drifted down its banks and further to Shadowclan territory. Yet before she traversed the border, her weightless paws carried her to the clearing. The grass felt like cushioned earth beneath the pads of her paws and she welcomed its rich texture. Her breathing continued to deepen, soothed.
Finally, she trailed away from Thunderclan's territory. Cream mitts touched barren soil and her ears twitched in notice of this. Her breathing accelerated slightly and her pace grew brisk, almost breaking into a trot as she neared the hazy object of her destination. Eyes took in the sight of rotting, old wood and the faint scent of catmint tickled her nose. Her heart began a crazed, staccato beat inside the cage of her ribs and her tongue grazed her fangs nervously. Pallid sky irises took in the sight of the Twoleg Nest. Cloudheart's ears gradually swiveled to the front, the song of the birds and forest fading evermore. This was the end of her journey, the earth told such to her paws as they shook on the ground. The hollowed steps of the felines around her ceased and tension began to crackle in the air.
She stilled, waiting against the tide that was sure to come in the sudden disquietude.
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Post by ,hateh? on Mar 7, 2008 18:39:36 GMT -5
 and i`ve been reading about our demise .trying to see myself through your eyeswell;it`s an open casket w a k eenjoy the s h o w_____.x Placid yellow eyes were gazing calmly out into the open. The long black tail flicked lightly, stirring the fallen leaves that surrounded the beast. An unsteady purr had risen once, moments ago, but the tom had since fallen quiet. Why? There was something in his view.
Shadeheart picked his muscled body from the ground, pelt rippling as he shook himself free of debris. The tom padded forward, head low, tail trailing the ground. Almost as if stalking prey. The misshapen black form lurched across the ground, lacking grace. As he trailed the femme, silent, he would stop and his black head would turn. Yellow eyes would stare from under the heavy fur, and he'd scan his pathway back home. Shadeheart was beginning to pause more and more frequently as they - well, the orange femme and her unknown pursuer - neared the ShadowClan border. His mind was cleared, but a certain nagging would not let go of his head. Briefly he stopped, shaking his pelt once more, before veering away from his Clanmate and stepping quietly away from her path. Once out of earshot, the tom soared freely. Heavy paws carried the body far, leaping over obstacles that littered the ground. Pine trees began to form in his way, signaling the approach ever deeper into the enemy territory.
Once well ahead of the femme, the tom came to a sudden halt. His body lurched forward, and he precariously tipped, tripping over his own paws in his rush. Quickly, the tom righted himself with such a lack of elegance that even he had to swivel his head around, scanning the area, before he became satisfied. A breeze scented with pine was trickling from between the trees, luring him deeper into the forest. But he caught himself, turned, and pranced forward.
Shadeheart sat promptly in the shadow of a towering pine, slinking to the ground and spreading himself out comfortably. He crossed his paws, tucking them beneath his large, black head. His ears remained tilted upward, as if listening for some unspoken words. Even here the birds did sing. His eyes turned lazily upward to gaze at them, maw cracking open to scent the air. And soon he was so engrossed in these creatures that fascinated him so that he did not feel the shift of the wind, carrying his scent to awaiting beings.
ooc; aaah, i'm so late with your present. I typed this up here and now, so sorry it's not that good, mossh. D: |
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Post by untilthis.echo on Mar 22, 2008 19:50:39 GMT -5
[c l o u d] x h e a r t________{in the d i s t a n c e xx
ooc: D: imma post later hateh sorreh! no muse right now but thanks for posting! :D it's gorgeous!
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Post by wowposter on Nov 7, 2008 3:27:14 GMT -5
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