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Post by dream. on Jan 27, 2007 0:31:40 GMT -5
terror; sc warrior
reserved for mossy and dreamy
...because i want it all... There are times in life when all we can do is watch. Never interfere, however much pain we're in. Heavy steps pounded the ground as a lean, well-muscled feline tore out of the undergrowth at breakneck speed. Fresh pain and fear washed out his eyes, though no enemies raced after him in pursuit. He blinked, and grit his teeth. Lowering his head, the handsome brown tabby let his paws guide him through the forest.
[...and i'd been doing just fine...]
Terror had spent the whole of his apprenticeship living as a rouge, with Shadowclan's deceased leader, Silentstar. They had grown up together, and they had taken control of Shadowclan together. But Silentstar's passing didn't sting as much as this.
Nothing had ever hurt so much.
Pridefury's lies pulsed through his head, making cold fury shine in his eyes. He had never felt so strongly for another cat. He had trusted her.
But she was only interested in herself. And in...
Sablepelt.
But this must be the price payed for trust.
He had spilled his secrets, his deepest feelings and regrets to her, and now, the regret cut deeper.
[...jealousy...]
She had turned around and told Sablepelt everything. Her tone had been scornful, and mocking. But what hurt the most, were the words that brought the conversation to a gentle close. The words she had never spoken around Terror. Not hollow, but filled with feeling. With contentment.
"I love you, Sablepelt" Pridefury had admitted, and they had lied down together, in the warriors den. Their purrs still rang in his ears, and he scowled.
[...it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?]
Terror had been frozen to the ground, like a feline made of ice. How could he move, now? How could he breathe? Live? Pridefury had been his one true love. and he thought that she had felt the same way. But it was all a lie.
[...now I'm falling asleep...]
He heaved a breath, and collapsed on the ground by the stream. A thin layer of ice covered it, stilling the dull murmur it usually made as it moved through the forest. The forest seemed quieter than usual, and Terror raised his head. He peered into the ice covered river, and strained his eyes, examining his reflection. Pain and hatred were reflected in the depths of his pale green orbs, and his fur was sticking up in uneven clumps. Wincing, he turned away. Pridefury obviously didn't like him, but he couldn't understand why.
[...destiny is calling me...]
What could possibly be wrong? Why him? Why now? Why this?
The sky above him was a dull gray, and the sun did not shine through the clouds. The ice was thin, and it looked as if a single breath of wind could split it wide open.
Split wide open, like his heart.
Tears stung at his eyes, and he tried desperately to blink them away. But the more that he thought of Pridefury, the more he hurt inside.
A single tear rolled down his cheek, and splashed onto the thin encasement of ice that held the river. In an instant, it buckled and tore apart, a gurgling, rushing sound filling the forest. Complete.
Terror lay down where he was, bitter, infuriated tears streaming down his face.
[...open up my eager eyes...]
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Post by untilthis.echo on Jan 27, 2007 14:33:29 GMT -5
ooc: Woah lovely beautiful start! I'll try and match the majesty of your post! Though if you want me to use the song lyrics as part of the post, I dunno. @_@
She was walking again. Alone. She was always walking, never stepping out of the solem pace she set herself for. Her brown depths stared dazedly at the snow that sparsely dotted the cold earth ground. Her pawsteps were heavy, dragging her form almost as each step she took crushed something underneath. A patch of grass, a blanket of snow, ora smooth path of dirt, it didn't matter. Crushed. The word rang in her mind softly, not even touching the blanket of drowsy haze in her head. The dark clouds in her mind were too thick.
She blinked, steps faltering for the first time in their even pace. Was she hearing things? A crack and a gurgle shook the ground and shattered the eerie silence of the beginning winter of Shadowclan terra. Raising her head slowly from where her gaze had been directed at the snow-covered earth, she stared ahead, in a daze. She finally remembered to breathe. Her breath came uneven, not like her cautious steps. Her ears swerved slowly, listening to the rush of a newly shattered river. She told her mind she only imagined the heartbroken sobs on the wind.
Her eyes cleared, widening with the life that'd been ripped away from her since she started to stroll. Everything came back to her, like a weaving small stream filling a small pond. It was slow, like her walk had been and like the coming of life. It was far too fresh for her hazed mind to comprehend. Breathe. Breathe. It was like she was a kit again, born into the world with no warning and no choice. Life was cruel, twisted, and beautiful. It made her want to cry each time she took a breath, filled with bittersweet emotion.
Stepping carefully again, she closed back into the haze she'd been in, listening for the pained sobs and letting the careful brush of wind guide her to it. A spirit, a lonely spirit, was crying out to the world, not a single soul to stop and listen to its pleas for kindness. Except for now.
Steps quickening, she didn't realize she was running until her eyes cleared as she saw the rushing river in front of her. Alarm shot through her and she could only gaze in awe at the thin ice mixed in the cold water. Her gaze frantically moved around the riverbed as she searched for the cries, heart increasing in rate and bleeding again when she realized the guide of the wind was gone and she couldn't hear and feel the soul anymore. But her eyes had been awakened again and she found herself staring at a tabby tom, bent over and staying so close to the river that icy water lapped at his paws. He was crying.
A lonely spirit. Crying for a kindred soul.
The wind was back again and she was in depths, wreathed in its scent and weaving through the thick emotions of the solemn, angry river and the anguish in the lonely soul. Breathe. Breathe. She did so, slowly and pained as she stepped toward him. With each step, the tom's unsaid cries became louder in her mind, crying out with pain and heartache. Breathe. Breathe. It was getting hard to do so when each silent sob of his soul tore at her bleeding heart as she stepped closer to him, able to catch the sight of his tears. Breathe. Breathe. She realized she was no more than a few tail-lengths away now, stopping her slow pawsteps. She froze, hazed eyes clearing.
"Are you alright?"
...Am I still breathing?...
She only vaguely noted that she wasn't anymore. Her mind was only focused on the shattered remains of this tom's soul and the breaking of his heart. And his silent sobs. |
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Post by dream. on Jan 27, 2007 17:58:52 GMT -5
[ o o c ] | Mossy! You beat me out, there. =3 I'm not using lyrics anymore, I think I've used all the decent ones from the song. Well, I might use 'em.
[ b i c ] | His voice squeaked like a kit, as he whirled around to see the feline that had spoken. He cleared his throat, and turned his head in embarrassment, as her recognized the warrior.
Mossstorm...
Shaking his head wildly, his tears scattered away. He blinked his eyes clear, and wondered what to say.
Awkwardly, Terror mewed, "Er...yes, I'm fine, Mossstorm. Why do you ask?"
But was he really fine? No. He was far from fine. His heart had been torn out, yet he still had the strength to lie.
He blinked away more tears as Mossstorm's words echoed through his mind, bringing back fresh memories.
Terror was a strong, young Shadowclan warrior. He should show no emotion, only devotion to his clan. Thoroughly embarrassed, he licked his chest fur, a silent plea for time. What would Mossstorm say? Surely she wouldn't believe him. Had she seen him crying? A shiver ran down his spine, right to his tail tip, making his fur bristly uncomfortably.
He refused to meet her eyes. To stare into the dark brown and green depths. It would seem like surrender. Surrender to all the pain. But Terror would stand up for himself. He couldn't break down like this! Not now...not ever.
[...how did it end up like this?] |
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Post by untilthis.echo on Jan 27, 2007 18:24:51 GMT -5
ooc: Really? I liked yours much better than mine. XD
bic: Mossstorm gazed at him, her hazy gaze darkening as the earth brown orbs turned almost midnight black. She stared at the tom as embarrassment seemed to come off him in waves. He said he was alright, but even though the wind had momentarily stopped whispering to her and his soul had briefly silenced itself, she could still feel his fragile. Her ears perked as she listening to everything he said and everything he didn't say. She breathed again, her heart going out to the miserable tom.
You still have enough strength to lie, even though you're about to break. Even though you're so fragile, even though you're made of glass.
She nodded, ignoring the thick emotion in the air that threatened to drop and cover her in despair. Her eyes lightened, the warmth in them dripping like the snow that started to descend. Sitting back on her haunches, Mossstorm stared at the ground beneath her paws before looking at him, hetero-tinged eyes gleaming with curiosity, "What are you doing here?"
She didn't add the words that she wanted to whisper. Why were you crying? She couldn't ask the questions that he wasn't ready to, and couldn't, answer.
"I mean, you're awfully close to the river. If you're not careful, you could fall and drown. The current's very strong."
Are you still breathing? Or have you lost that feeling, that feeling to live. Because you're made of glass, and you're about to break. |
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Post by dream. on Feb 1, 2007 18:44:52 GMT -5
[ o o c ] | Sorry about the shortness, I used up all my muse yesterday, when I was writing a one-shot.
[ b i c ] |
The tom shrugged, a noncommittal sound coming from his throat. What would he say? He'd have to invent some strange story, maybe something dramatic. To turn the tables and impress Mossstorm.
"I, er...I was trying to catch a fish. My luck for forest prey had ran out, so I decided to try fishing."
But that wouldn't explain why he had cried out.
And then a huge fish leaped out of the water at me," Terror added, lowering his gaze. "I swear by Starclan, it was the size of a badger! It gave me quite a fright."
He shuffled his paws nervously, wondering if that story would please her.
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Post by untilthis.echo on Feb 1, 2007 19:45:26 GMT -5
ooc: And you're not the only one without muse today.
bic: Mossstorm blinked, surprise briefly littering her dark earthen eyes. Her tail waved from side to side momentarily as her mind tried to discern whether or not Terror was telling the truth, or lying. Gazing at his bowed head, her heart rang loudly that he was not, but her mind pushed it away. When he was ready, he'd say something. But the wind was whispering that there were too many tears to be shed and too much pain to be felt for anything remotely truthful to be stated. So she'd wait.
Giving him a keen-eyed gaze, she sat down and dipped her head, staring at her own dark paws which crunched flecks of snow before raising to stare at him again. She breathed in slowly, sucked out of her euphoric haze and pulled harshly back to reality. Every breath was filled with a metallic taste in her mouth, but being so close to the sound of rushing water, she barely noticed it. She hated to breath, there was too much misery in every gulp of air. It seemed to roll off Terror in great waves, crushing her under its low mournful bellows.
She blinked. And spoke. "A fish? Did you catch it?" |
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Post by wowposter on Nov 7, 2008 3:27:25 GMT -5
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