/ *the l o n g xjourney. H.O.M.E ]

[grayfur]

xx g r a y f u r _of_ R.I.V.E.R.C.L.A.N. xx

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[ w h a t s t h e w o r s t t h a t i c a n s a y ]




Gray paws padded gently down the slope of the snowy mountain, whiskers flailed out, feeling the frosty air around him. His blue eyes were sparkling now, no longer the dull, sapphire shade they had been before he had reached this beautiful place. His long gray fur, now in tangles and knots, and his claws were overgrown and dug deeply into his paw pads. But nothing of this sort seemed to stop the cat. For this cat was leaving the place he had thought was home for many moons, a place where destruction and loss were real. he had completed his mission over those mountains, mingling with the strange Clan cats there that were not like the ones he was used to. he had gone from zero to hero, a stubborn, heartbroken clan cat that turned out to be the leader of a Clan far greater than any of the Clans in the forest. He had done it, but it was time to return home.




[ t h i n g s a r e b e t t e r i f i s t a y ]




So many things had happened to the cat while he had been away from his love. So many things, things that the cats here would have died to encounter. He had faced fear, danger, loss, and love all in one night. He had felt the pints of unsheathed claws pierce his cheek, his shoulders, and slid down his body. He had been near death, sinking into the muddy riverbank as cats laughed at him from above. he had met a beautiful she cat, had kits, and then killed off one because he wanted revenge against his sworn enemy. He had thought, for as long has he could remember, his love, his true true love, was dead. And he had come back, to find out.




[ s o l o n g a n d g o o d n i g h t ]




The cat lifted his head, finally arriving to the stream he hadn't seen in moons. He smiled, walking over to lap up the wonderful river water. He smiled, remembering the time he and Clo had confessed their love to one another. It had been the most wonderful times of his life, the most wonderful experience he had ever endured. But then... He remembered Axel, winning his beautful love over, and telling her how much she meant to him. He remembered the fight, the fight between Axel and Spike. He had run, run forever and never looked back. he wanted to get away from it all, and thats when he had met Winterstar. And his journey really began. But, as he looked at the tall trees surrounding the area, he realized he was home.

Grayfur... was home.




[ s o l o n g a n d g o o d n i g h t ]

[wolfy]

wolfheart.x♥x

Wolfheart stepped lightly, trying not to make much noise. The snow chilled her paws greatly, and every moment or so she had to surpress a small shiver throughout her bodes so that she could press on. The day was still plenty young, with the sun stretched out along the sky, making the snow that surrounded the two cats glisten amazingly. Wolfheart had only met Grayfur a while ago, and it seemed to her that he really knew that where they were before, wasn't where they really belonged. He was duller then, his head was always hung low and his unkept fur was brushed back, entangled in ponytails with the burdocks and matts that covered his fur, but now it seemed like he was a different cat. Wolfheart could tell by how he was walking. Though Wolfheart trusted this tom, she wasn't entirely sure that he knew what he was leading her into.

[i've;been;waiting;a;long;time]

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As Grayfur went over to drink out of the river, Wolfheart got a chance to look around a little more than she had previously, for the tom wasn't moving as quickly as he was anymore, so she wouldn't lose him. What's a tourist without a guide? Lost. Wolfheart turned around once, her mossy eyes skimmed the land smartly and efficiantly. It seemed since the last snowfall, not many creatures had passed through this part of the RiverClan territory. The scent of rabbit floated in the air, but it was horribly stale, and it was covered up my more scents, like chickadees and other birds. Being in that state, Wolfheart decided that it was fine around this part, and when to join Grayfur around the lake. As she moved, her legs began to ache with the remmbrance of their long traveling. She held in a small cringe, and continued to move forward. Reaching the lake, the white warrior dipped her head closer to the water and tasted the crisp, coldness of the liquid. It refreshed her greatly, but not as much as it would have if there were any prey around here.

[for;this;moment;to;come]

Wolfheart let her eyes wander around her, watching the water that she was lapping up move into fine unending circles, smoothly dancing away until they disappeared into the side of the river. She raised her head, and looked around briefly, one last time, before her eyes landed on the head of her traveling friend, Grayfur. He reminded her so much of Flutterstep, with his gray pelt and bright eyes, but they cannot be similar. Flutterstep was Wolfhearts, and her's alone, and no other tom could match his beauty, or smartness. Ugh.

[/b] She thought to herself, her hate filled lyrics echoed in her head, feeling her ice-covered scars become apparent suddenly. When will Flutterstep leave her mind? Never. She had watched him die, and that will remind her that she can never fall in love again. Grayfur? Her calm lyrics floated aross the snow, You know where we are, right?

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[i'm;destined;for;anything;at;all]

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[grayfur]

[ i v e b e e n e x i l e d p e r s u c u t e d ]




Grayfur sneered to himself. He looked over at Wolfheart. "This, dear, is RiverClan." He looked around, the tall trees looming over them. The old riverclan warrior looked at Wolfheart, his eyes having a sudden evil feel to them. he looked away from Wolfheart, his smile growing wider. He was going to get rid of Spike and Axel, if it was the last thing he had to do. he walked farther, the woods smelling familiar. But his pelt smelt of MountainClan, and he hoped that the others did not think he was an intruder.




[ L e f t a l o n e w i t h n o d e f e n s e ]




Was wolfheart going to live here with him? If so, he was not in love with her. He was in love with Cloudystar, his mate, his everything. RiverClan had ditched him. They had kicked him out, to fend for himself. MountainClan had left him, they ahd hated him. He was Glad to get out of there. But was axel still in RiverClan? The last time he had seen the fiery red cat, he was laughing as Grayfur ran out of the forest, out of Highstones.




[ w h e n i t h i n k o f w h a t th a t b r u t e d i d ]




Every hair on Grayfur's pelt stood on end. Axel. he spat the water out of his mouth, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He glared at Wolfheart, but then smiled. "I'll kill him," he spat. "I'll kill them all. Every last one of them." he was talking about the RiverClanners of course, and the hatred he had felt inside for Axel erupted out. he leaped up, his claws unsheathed, the smell of the old loner in his nostrils.

he was here.




[ i g e t a l i t t l e t e n s e ]

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[wolfy]

[you;only;think;about;yourself]

RiverClan, the name sounded oddly familiar to her, but she didn't say anything due to Grayfur's sudden burst of hatred, or evil, was more like it. Wolfheart suppressed a smile herself, looking over to her right, seeing the abyss of white snow that covered the ground. Suddenly, something didn't feel right with Wolfheart as they continued onwards. The RiverClan scent was growing, and there was something else hidden within the branches of the trees here, something...not...good. She blinked the thought away, feeling rather insane for thinking so. There was no evidence that some other cat was here, only those other footprints...

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[you;only;think;about;yourself]

Wait...Wolfheart curiously stopped in her tracks, bowing her head downward so her nose could fully ingest the cruel smell of other Clan cats. This one didn't seem to blend in with the surrounding scent. The tortoise-shell spotted warrior looked about the lands, raising her head and moving her dial smoothly, back and forth. The smell seemed to be fading in and out, moving back and forth, and it was close to unbearable. Something along the lines of smoke and blood, which itched at her nostrils so fiercely that she had to sneeze it out. Instead, she swallowed it, and trailed her mossy eyes over to Grayfur, who looked to be aware of the scent too.

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[you'd;better;bend;before;i;go]

I'll kill him.I'll kill them all.
Well now. Someone had a secret. Wolfheart cleared her throat and took a step backwards, showing Grayfur that who ever came that he didn't like, the battle would be his own. This white warrior wouldn't be caught up in something she didn't need to be in. There was too much of that already. She, again, kneaded the snow within her claws, making the freezing feeling one to remember. In her other clan, this coldness was only something to dream of, but now, Wolfheart really wished it would all disappear. Again, her optics would travel back to where the unique scent was flourishing. There was something hellish about that scent, and oddly enough, Wolfheart had gotten used to it. She felt comfortable. Who was this cat?

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[on;the;first;train;to;mexico]

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[grayfur]

tis fine wowo

[grayfur]

Axel.f.l.a.m.e
RC

[ i s w e a r i n e v e r m e a n t t o l e t i t d i e ]




Axelflame emerged from the ruddy weeds, his flame colored spiky mane emerging from his shoulders. He smiled, his emerald green eyes flashing with anxiety and mischief. "Well now," he sneered. "Is that any way to treat your deep, dark, regret?" he sneered, his white teeth glistening in the beauty of the sunshine. He looked at Grayfur, then at Wolfheart. "Tsk, tsk," He shook his head, the brad sneer widening. "THis your new mate? Cloudystar's gonna be furious." He glared at Wolfheart, every hair on his body directed at her.




[ i j u s t d o n t w a n t t o h e a r i t a n y m o r e ]




Axel circled Wolfheart and Grayfur. He smiled at the two, loering his head in a threat. "I could call the Warriors to come and fight you," he threatened. "You two do not belong here. Get out." Axel's past with Grayfur was seeping into him, taking over his body. He did not want these two to live. Spikeshard was the new deputy, and Cloudystar's new lover. "You do not belong here," He glared at Grayfur, hatred sweeping into his heart.




[ l e a v e m e ]

[wolfy]

_{[you;rise;and;fall]}

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This was it. Wolfheart could just feel her anger bubbling up in her. This emotional roller-coaster had broken down at the wrong spot. Though her hatred for this cat was already above it's limit, Wolfheart stayed almost unbelievably calm. Her face didn't move a single inch, though most people around her could already tell how pissed she was. They've told her she's a lot like her father in this sense. He was as stubborn as a mule when he got angry, not moving an inch just to aggravate who ever he was dealing with. She loved her father dearly, but isn't very thankful for a sharing of his personality.

[back;up;against;the;wall]

While the other tom continued to talk like he was bigger than the world, tougher than a dog, Wolfheart would see Grayfur out of the corner of her mossy eyes, flaring up and snarling more than ever before. Was this who he was preaching about? She exhaled silently, and went back to studying the vain tom. As he spoke his last words, Wolfheart was already ripping him apart in her violent mind. She was trying to keep the smile a seceret, so far she was successful in this act. Because Wolfheart was traveling with Grayfur, that automatically makes her a...traitor? Wolfheart never did anything to this cat, or this clan. She was furious, but she was putting on her mask.

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[what;goes;around;is;coming;back;and;haunting;you]

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