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Post by Stella on Feb 11, 2011 13:15:50 GMT -5
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It had been two years since the accident with her sister, closer to three years now, she felt so bad, that fox, it was so large, so fast, her sister had been killed even before she could fight it off. But Cinderfrost had found her self in a new clan, a new life, someplace where she was safe. The she-cat slowly walked to the waterfall, there she would relax from a long day. Cinderfrost sighed, she wondered what has happened to her mother, father and brother, did they think she was the one to kill her sister? Or did they find the fox, or at least its clues. Cinderfrost had been so scared to face her mother, that's why she had run, she knew they would never accept the she-cat not defending her sister. But her new life was here now and she was safe, happy and a warrior. There was almost nothing missing from her life. Well maybe a family. Cinderfrost was by the Oak now, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slowly. She had to stop thinking of her past, she had to erase this, now. This is what she had to do, for her own good. For the good of her clan.
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Post by ELISE on Feb 14, 2011 14:53:48 GMT -5
Ghostheart
I'll make a sacrifice and see the world.
I'll see the world with eyes unclouded by hate. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
The day was warm and the sun bright against my dark and light hued cat. Pale eyes scanned the land around me, taking it in with wide, delighted eyes. Bushy tail curled up before coming down and twitching around long legs. The scent of prey filled the light breeze that came my way and I felt my belly growl with a hunger that hadn’t been there moments ago. It was easy enough to ignore when I knew there were other clan members that needed feeding before I was fed. Muscles twitched with the need to run, but I would have made too much noise for my own liking and scared off any prey that others might be hunting and that was just plan shameful in my eyes. So, I stayed quiet and moved through the lands on slow steady paws. I was large and I stuck out a bit here, but that was okay, I was good at what I did. I’d always been good at what I did. I may not have been born a clan cat, but I had been raised as one since I’d hardly been able to see when I’d arrived here. This was home and that was all I or anyone needed to know about who I was.
Sharpe ears picked up the sound of a waterfall and I wondered that way, taking a deep breath of the scents of cats and prey was strong here, but one was stronger than the other and for some reason, I followed it. Sure, it may have been weird, but that’s how I could be sometimes. I knew it was another clan cat, but at this moment in time, who it was slipped my mind and I wished to know who it was, just to make sure they were safe and whole and nothing bad was going on. My paws took me after them on a quick beat. I heard prey and my mind wished to stop and hunt, but something else egged me to keep moving forward and ignore, for the moment, all else that was around me. A clan cat alone in the forest was common, but there were dangers out there that could take one’s life if they weren’t careful and didn’t make sure others were close at hand when something bad went down. Things happened; I’d seen them happen and had to live through watching others suffer from it.
As I rounded a corner, I saw a she-cat. The Russian Blue. What was her name? Cinderfrost. I could see her eyes were closed and she was trying to settle herself, or so it seemed from here. I wasn’t sure if I should announce myself or not, but standing here spying on her didn’t seem right and so, I took the former of my thoughts and stepped forward, clearing my throat loudly. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.” The words weren’t harsh or cold, just matter of fact. It was typical that I was straight forward with others, letting them know how I felt about something. My stride took me forward until I was standing a full fox length away from her. I sat carefully, and tilted my head to the side in greeting. My attention then turned to the tree. It was an old Oak, big and strong from years of living and it made me wished I could live just as long as it had. I shook my head lightly and turned my attention back to Cinderfrost. “It’s a nice day, but what brings you out here?” I questioned. Sure, she could have been out here hunting, but I didn’t think that was what she was up to.
words - 615
muse - okay, will get better
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Post by Stella on Feb 14, 2011 19:10:30 GMT -5
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Bluestripe, Cinderfrost and Greyclaw where all so happy when they could go out alone. And that's exactly what the sister's did. They were out on their first solo hunt in a very long time you could say. And that's when it hit. A fox, Cinderfrost was in shock, but she tried to fight, it was too late for her sister though. Greyclaw was gone, she was so small and the fox had jumped her first. That's when Cinderfrost ran, she never came back to her clan, never gave an explanation. That's why she is here now. And everything in her mind had 'been erased'.
Cinderfrost sighed, she was sure she heard another cat come. The she-cat waned to be alone, but maybe a distraction was good. Cinderfrost opened here eyes, the sun bouncing of, making her cyan eyes even brighter. She got to her feet, shook her pelt and tried to look presentable. It was Ghostfeather, she could tell by the tone of his voice. She never really spoke to him before but he didn't seem to be that bad. Cinderfrost watched as the tom got closer, her eyes wondering.
Cinderfrost was not too upset at the moment, the male seemed to have his own problems or he was at least he came to hunt. That's probably why he came here. But as Cinder though her life in this clan over her head, she did not remember having a true conversation with this tom. She had been on a few patrols with him, two or three that she could remember. But nothing to really stay in her memories, no fights, no crush, no hunting accidents or even just having a nice talk. But she smiled, maybe she would get to know him now. He spoke, “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”. Cinderfrost giggled, it was soft and barely audible to her own ears. The blue she-cat looked at Ghost, she wondered what brought him to the tree. She wanted to ask but was a little nervous, plus she didn't want to invade his privacy. But they had to talk right? He spoke againg and she looked up, “It’s a nice day, but what brings you out here?”.She coughed, one of uncertainty but started a small conversation. ''I come here to think, specially when im upset. So what brought you here?'', she looked at him, hoping he would talk, or at least not get upset.
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Post by ELISE on Feb 14, 2011 22:49:50 GMT -5
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Ah, so I’d been noticed. I tried not to let that bother me. I was proud that she even heard me coming at all. I’ve known some who wouldn’t have twitched an ear when a much larger creature came tromping through. I thought back, trying to remember if I’d ever spoken to this feline before, but something clicked in my memory. My ears flickered in a bit of annoyance at that realization. Normally, I made a point of trying to talk to everyone, but it seemed this one always by passed me. Well, she wasn’t going to get that chance today. I would strike up a conversation with her and hold it, no matter what she asked or what was said. I know, that probably sounded really weird, but I didn’t really care. It was in my personality and that was that. I would always be one who wanted to talk to another rather than just have a push button relationship where I talked to them every once in awhile. It was an everyday thing for me, most cats thought I was out of the ordinary, but that was okay. Being different was a good thing, or so I liked to tell myself.
My ears twitched toward the sound of her giggle and a slow, low purr emitted from my chest. Sure, it wasn’t loud like some felines purrs were, but it was loud enough, sounding like rolling thunder. I nodded solemnly when she said that came here to think. It was common that felines came here for that reason. I’d heard more than one cat say this was where they did all their thinking, but I’d never done such a thing. I always did my thinking in the comfort of my bed. I just laid there and allowed my thoughts to wonder, but now, this she-cat had given my mind an idea. When she asked me why I was here, I stood and stretched. “Well, I was supposed to be out hunting, but it seems I’ve gotten myself distracted.” When I stood, I realized just how much larger than her I was. My ears pricked forward at this notion, but I quickly allowed my surprise to disappear. It would do me no good to always be surprised by how much bigger than others I was. “Would you care to join me?” I felt like I could be almost too polite with others at times, but that was my nature.
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Post by Stella on Feb 15, 2011 18:19:49 GMT -5
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Cinderfrost looked at the tom, she was waiting for a response. But maybe she had said to much, maybe she should have said nothing. But she would have to wait. Maybe she had said just the right thing. But she was getting a little nervous, he started to purr, and the she-cat knew that he didn't think she said to much, maybe she said just enough. She loved it here though, the trees, grass, land, even the beautiful sounds of the birds, squirrels, wind. It all brought such good memory.
The she-cat stood and shook her own pelt, she noticed how huge the tom was, she tried to forget that though, he was sweet, that's what mattered. She smiled and nodded, ''Sure..'', Cinderforst flicked her tail, motioning him to go on, she wondered what his background was though? Plus she also wondered if he was the sweet cat that she always saw in camp, well she would find out now.
''If its alright, may i ask about your history?'', Cinderfrost was a curious cat, well not that curious, but curious enough to wonder where her clan mates came from. She licked one paw, then her chest, her cyan eyes waiting for his word to go.
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Post by ELISE on Feb 15, 2011 19:15:49 GMT -5
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The wind blew the breeze against my face and I leaned into it, drawing in as many of the scents as I could. I swallowed them down and drank them in as if they were life’s energy. My eyes turned back to her in a moment though. My nostrils flared and drew in all the scents that played around. My lush tail twitched from side to side as I thought about all the stuff that was out there for me to catch. I was quick, yes, but I was large and that was what made life easy when it came to getting enough food. My claws dug lightly into the ground as my ears twitched toward each and every sound they picked up. I never turned my head though, my features never left Cinderfrost. When I thought about it, each cat was like a work of art. All of us were different and this she-cat was different from most. I wasn’t a tom who fell for she-cats easily. I’d never actually had feelings for anyone, but I had a feeling, I could really come to like this female. What little I’d heard about was that she was friendly and friendly was good.
A sigh of relief passed my lips when she agreed to come with me and I took the lead at an easy gait. My paws beat the well worn ground, but were silent none the less. I’d never been known to be a loud feline, but there were times when twigs got in the way and you had to watch out for them. My green gaze stayed on the ground as I walked, picking my feet up and away from rocks and twigs that could be a hazard while we were out here. I was happy to be in the lead, but it was a bit nerve racking to have her behind me. Only Starclan knew what she was thinking about as she walked with me. I mean, most cats liked me, yes, but there were some that had a real problem with my background. I didn’t want her to be one of those “conservative” types. Sure, it was mostly the elders, but I’d had a few other warriors frown down upon me for how I’d come to join the clan and well, I couldn’t help that that was how life had given me to them. No one got to choose their destiny.
Her next set of lyrics gave me pause and I mauled over the idea of telling her my story. Most already knew it, but I had to remember she wasn’t born in this clan and everyone who was born within this clan already had an idea of what had happened to me. I felt a soft smile touch my lips and I braved telling her. “I was a kitty pet.” I tossed a quick glance over my shoulder, “I was abandoned before this clan and they took me in. A queen raised me and I just sort of became part of the clan, though some still think I don’t belong. I’m not sure what kind of a kitty pet I would make. Not a good one, I’m sure.” I sighed and trudged forward, “I’ve never seen the inside of a kitty pet home, but I have braved a travel close to them, just to see if maybe something familiar is there. Nothing ever pops up and I quite like being a warrior. I believe, I’ve gained my right to be here.” I nodded my head and raised it proudly, I wasn’t ashamed of who I was or how I came to be.
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Post by Stella on Feb 16, 2011 17:28:45 GMT -5
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The blue she-cat padded along as the male led, the day was beautiful, plus there wasn't to many leafs or twigs to step on, new-leaf was the best season for a clan, well she though it was. The leafs where large, green, many animals flying, well birds, and lots and lots of prey!
The she-cat moved on and smiled, she could remember all of her history, though she preferred to remember to good parts. You know where her and her siblings ran around the camp, the elders telling stories, their first hunt, all of that. But his next words made her surprised, “I was a kitty pet.” Cinderfrost smiled, but her eyes where huge with surprised. But her paws kept on moving. The she-cat had never truly met a kittypet born warrior, though their could be some in the clan, like Ghostheart here, but she never knew of it. Cinderforst didnt mind of Kittypets, she actually found them funny to watch and sometimes they can be very kind, she had nothing against them. So to call a fellow warrior who could not even truly be called a kittypet a weak member or not a clan cat is just a shameful thing.
Cinderfrost breathed in though, she wondered of what her parents would think of Ghost's story. ''I find that a sweet story, well not the fact that you where abandoned. But the fact that the clan accepted you and you are a great warrior!'', Cinderfrost smelled the air, they where getting close to a very good hunting spot. Well she licked it there. ''Have you ever tried to look for you mom or dad?'', The blue she-cat would hate not to know her parents, it would suck. Plus she would nit know her full history, which is sad. But just not knowing who your mom is must be sad...
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Post by ELISE on Feb 18, 2011 16:53:46 GMT -5
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My steps paused for a moment and I opened my jaws, drawing in a breath before crouching low. My posture said that something was before me, waiting for me to jump and catch it. All I needed was to get it in my sights. My tail twitched and my gaze narrowed as I inched forward slowly. I could see the vole. It was sitting there, looking just as yummy as I imagined it might taste. My tails flicked from side to side and when I knew I had not a moment to spare before it might see me, I lunged. It was a clean shot and a clean kill as it fell within my open claws and quick jaws. My head came up and I rose, staring down at the small creature before me. Whenever I caught something like this, I felt mildly bad about it. I was so much larger than it and I felt like if I wasn’t careful I would squish it. I also worried about if my shots weren’t clean and quick. I didn’t like it when warriors didn’t kill their pray quickly. Letting it suffer didn’t seem like something Starclan would care for. I bowed my head then, and thanked Starclan for the bounty of pray we had.
I glanced back at her and saw the surprise that colored her features when I’d told her I was a kitty pet. Though I hadn’t been raised in that laid back way, I was a warrior by heart and by nature. The smile on her face said she didn’t judge me for it, but those huge eyes. That’s what always made me wonder if she actually understood that I’d never led a pampered life. I’d been abandoned here and I had lived here to become strong and faithful to my leader and to the clan that had raised me to be the creature of the wild that I was. I loved this land; I lived for this land and breathe its untamed and untouched beauty. I picked up my vole and padded back towards her with a gentle pace to my steps. I smiled around the small scrap of food and felt like an apprentice all over again. Yes, I’d had my fair share of crushes, but it always hit me when I was around a pretty she-cat and they knew about me, about how different I was. I was even more awkward about it when hunting.
Laying the vole back on the ground I looked at her quietly. “The only thing I remember of that time is thinking; are they going to kill me?” I chuckled softly and gazed to the side, “As I grew up, I began to notice the difference between me and others. I grew fast, while most stayed small longer. I’m just glad they accepted me and didn’t leave me for the birds.” I looked up towards the sky, in thank you to Starclan for the glory they had given me. The comment on my parents had my head coming down and my eyes locking on her. “I don’t care about them. They left me for dead. Sure, I looked when I was an apprentice, but I grew out of it. I found no peace in continuing to search. Only heartache waited for me there.” I cast my eyes on the ground, only feeling slightly like I’d snapped at her, or like I’d said too much. I knew that among the clan, family was important. I had no family though and no one to share my worries and hopes with. It was painful to think about and I couldn’t do it any longer.
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Post by Stella on Feb 19, 2011 15:35:31 GMT -5
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Cinderfrost looked around her self, it seemed Ghostheart had spotted his own prey, but Cinderfrost had to locate one her self, she had to feed her clan, that was part of the warrior code, well not really but it was part of their duties.
She looked a few fox-tail length away and saw something moving. Walking slowly her self Cinderfrost walked slowly, crouching down so the prey wont see her. Looking closer it was a chubby looking mouse, she licked her lips and watched as the mouse nibbled on what seemed to be a seed. Cinderfrost took one step at a time, slowly moving forward, the mouse herd her though, threw the vibration of the ground, The she-cat decided it was time for an ambush and jumped up. The mouse squeaked and started to turn, but it was too late, she had caught it.
Ghost laid the vole back on the ground as she listened. “The only thing I remember of that time is thinking; are they going to kill me?” He chuckled softly then, “As I grew up, I began to notice the difference between me and others. I grew fast, while most stayed small longer. I’m just glad they accepted me and didn’t leave me for the birds.” Cinderfrost wondered if he had some one those large cat breeds in him, he did kinda look like them. She was also glad though that the clan was good enough to take him in, she wondered who was him 'mom'. She was too shy to ask though. ''Im glad they where kind and took care of you. But who let you stay?''.
Cinderfrost felt bad she had asked about his parents in the first place. Buts his response scared her. “I don’t care about them. They left me for dead. Sure, I looked when I was an apprentice, but I grew out of it. I found no peace in continuing to search. Only heartache waited for me there.” He seemed upset, and Cinderfrost can understand, she look at the ground, ''Im sorry.. ''. She looked around, wondering, wondering if to tell him. ''I was the reason my sister died..'', maybe then, he would forget his parents..
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Post by ELISE on Feb 20, 2011 2:43:43 GMT -5
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I watched her as she caught her own pray and felt a secret smile bloom on my face. Sure, it didn’t show acrossed my features, but it was there none the less. I was learning new things every day. I watched her with the fascination of a scholar. That was always how I viewed things. Sure, I was an easy-going fellow, but I had my own personal reactions to things. Lifting a paw slowly, I washed it and ran it over my ears. I did this when I was thinking. It wasn’t something one would notice right away, but in the end someone would see it and question me about it. My tail wrapped around my paws as that foot came back down from the ear cleaning that I had just used it for. There was a look of calculation in my eyes that quickly faded into a look of wonder. How had I not realized what a strong asset this she-cat was? I’d never really seen a she-cat as more than just another warrior, but today it dawned on me. I wasn’t some fickle apprentice just learning about my feelings, but this was a new idea to me. The tip of my tail twitch and I tried to keep my mind off this fact.
Her question surprised me and my ears flicked forward. I looked up at the blazing sun and pondered this question. “I didn’t know their name. It was the leader before this one. You know that scary she-cat, Rainstorm?” I laughed softly as I thought back on all those times I got smacked upside the head, she made me wiser by doing so, “She raised me, took me in and raised me. She always said I would be the one to last.” I shook my head at the idea and went into a flood of memories. I really did love that she-cat she’d treated me well, raised me well and she kept doing so, even though I was deputy and she was well, a warrior. Every time I asked her when she’d decided to have more kits, she’d cuff me one and ask when I was going to find a mate to give her grandkits. It was an odd relationship, but one that was very much fun. Starclan, some days I wished I could go back to the days when I was just a kit, lying in the nursery being taken care of. I missed the good old days.
My ears pinned against my head for a moment, and then came back up. I wasn’t one for pity and I didn’t give pity to others, only understanding. I drew in a slow breath and released it, ignoring the harsh feelings that bloomed toward the ones who had left me with nothing more than my own crying. That’s when all thoughts stopped. I blinked rapidly and looked at her, not sure if I had heard her right for a moment. Then I realized I had. She’d said she was the cause of her sister’s death. Where had this come from?! I took a deep breath and then tilted my head to the side. “That can’t be right.” I said with a sigh, “Accidents happen, things happen. You can’t go on blaming yourself. Like I can’t blame myself for being abandoned.” It was hard to say, because I did blame myself. Yes, it was hard to admit to myself, but I did. I really did blame myself for everything that happened to me when I was young and small. I gazed at her with nonjudgmental eyes. I couldn’t judge someone for their own issues if they did not judge me for mine.
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Post by Stella on Feb 20, 2011 15:33:43 GMT -5
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Cinderfrost started to dig a small hole, to hide her own prey, she did not want any other predators to take it, it was the clans food now. Plus Cinderforst was so exited, she had not gotten an apprentice yet, but she new she was on the list for one. But she had to look up..
Cinderfrost was curious to hear what Ghostheart had to say, his life was so interesting to her, plus she licked him, every minute that went by it seemed Cinder was getting a crush on him. “I didn’t know their name. It was the leader before this one. You know that scary she-cat, Rainstorm?” He laughed softly then, but i was confused. Rainstorm was the one to raise him. Wow, she was such a wise cat, truly, plus why did she say she was scary, well to Cinderfrost she was not. Rainstorm seemed so kind, so smart, noble, she seemed to be the perfect om to Ghostheart. “She raised me, took me in and raised me. She always said I would be the one to last.”
''I know her. She seemed to have raised you well. A good mother she was'', Cinderfrost nodded at her own words. She was trying to forget what would come next, she knew he would either think she was a murderer or that she was a sad sad soul. She looked down at her paws as he talked but soon looked up. “That can’t be right.” Ghistheart said with a sigh, “Accidents happen, things happen. You can’t go on blaming yourself. Like I can’t blame myself for being abandoned.”
Cinderfrost shook her head though, she knew he was wrong in one scene. ''It was not an accident though, if i had just jump or tried to stop that fox, maybe she would be here with me right now.'' Cinderfrost's eyes where sad, lifeless right now, she missed her sister right now. She knew her sister was in Starclan, but would she ever forgive her?
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Post by ELISE on Feb 20, 2011 20:40:10 GMT -5
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With a slow paw, I dug a hole, eyes focused on the dirt that came up with each pass of my claws. Those jade hued eyes turned up to her before I looked back down, shoving my vole gently into the hole that I had created for it. I brought my paw over it, covering it with dirt. I wondered if I left it there, would life grow? Would something beautiful evolve from the life that I had taken? I knew that it was not a wise thing to do, wasting food and all, but it was a tempting thought. I let out a heavy sigh and turned my gaze too the sun dappled world around me. This whole feeling was like something I had felt once before in my life. I shook my head to send away the dizzying emotions. I didn’t need that right now. I was busy and allowing my mind to fall into the idea that I had dreamed up this whole thing was just too weird right now. I drew in a deep breath and just listened to the world around me for a moment. Only a moment, that was all I needed right now.
My ears tuned in on what Cinderfrost was saying and I left a smile come over me. “Yes. She was a very good mother. She enjoyed cuffing our ears though when we miss behaved.” It was a memory I did enjoy. Whenever someone got cuffed and another laughed at them, she’d cuff that kit too. She didn’t see it as fair for others to laugh and carry on when someone was getting in trouble. One day, it could be them watching someone being put to death and then it would not be something to chortle at. It would be something to look at seriously and with a distance that was correct for such occurrences. It had only taken a few good swaps to get me to behave and continue to be that way. Rainstorm always knew I was smarter than the rest. I saw her look down only to have her head come back up as I spoke. Well, I guess I had surprised her with my words. That wasn’t a first for me, but I didn’t think this she-cat was easily surprised to begin with. She was a tough cookie and it seemed she took every, little thing full force.
Her words reached me and on a sad tune, I moved toward her, “Oh Cinderfrost.” My head came up against her shoulder and without thinking about it, I lightly leaned my weight against her side. “I’m sure your sister doesn’t resent or hate you. What happened, you had no control over it. Fate lays a heavy hand on each of us. We have no control over it or how it works.” I looked up to the sky; a hawk flew far over head. “We can no more control how the world turns as we can control the seasons. If that fox was bent on getting after something, it would have done it whether you tried to stop it or not.” I wasn’t sure if those were the right words to use, but they were all I could think of and to me, they seemed like the only answer I could give. “I’m sure, no. I’m positive that your sister would want you to go on living, keep on fighting and growing strong. Learn from your mistakes. Don’t wallow in sorrow over the things that you could have done. Do what you can now, before you waste your whole life.”
I turned my smoldering gaze on her then. “So, what path will you choose? The path of your own destruction or the path that your sister would really want for you? Hate is a strong word, but within kin, it is not commonly used. She would understand that fear over took you then and that you wished for it to be different. She would know that and forgive. Forgiveness is so much more powerful than hate. Be upset over the knowledge that she loves you no matter what. Be worthy of that love. Take that love and let it build you up, make you stronger. Don’t let the idea of hate weight down on you.” With that being said, I laid my nose against her coat, drawing in a breath before raising to all four once more. I just stood there, waiting to see what would happen. I knew the weight of my words, but I also knew that she needed to hear them more than anything else. That was a feeling that grew inside my chest. I wasn’t sure if I was right, but I liked to believe that what I said was what she needed to hear. That was all I could do.
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Post by Stella on Feb 20, 2011 21:41:48 GMT -5
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The Blue-grey she-cat watched as Ghostheart dug his own hole and placed the vole in side. Well at least they have found some food for the clan, and the fact that they had no elders right now means everyone gets the best food. She loved Elder's though, well at least their stories and the fact that most of them where heroes in her eyes.
Cinderforst turned now and listened once again, her tail slowly moving back and forth,“Yes. She was a very good mother. She enjoyed cuffing our ears though when we miss behaved.” She laughed then, all moms seem to be strong in that way, his seemed to be a good one. ''I remember my mother doing the same'', She smiled at him, remembering her beautiful mother, her strong father. When would they find her? And what about her brother, such beautiful pelt, such wonderful personality, he was a wonderful brother.
The sadness came over her again, and it seemed she would be listening a lot now. Ghostheart moved closer, and she sighed, what would he say? “Oh Cinderfrost.” His large head came up against Cinderforst's shoulder, she felt better, comfortable, no matter what he did. “I’m sure your sister doesn’t resent or hate you. What happened, you had no control over it. Fate lays a heavy hand on each of us. We have no control over it or how it works.” He looked up at the sky while Cinder looked at him. His words where so beautiful, and so true, she knew that in her head, but her heart would not a low her to believe that.
“We can no more control how the world turns as we can control the seasons. If that fox was bent on getting after something, it would have done it whether you tried to stop it or not.” She wanted to cry, but it was hard, his words where so, well there where no words for it. But she moved in closer to him, felling better, her eyes closed, just listening. “I’m sure, no. I’m positive that your sister would want you to go on living, keep on fighting and growing strong. Learn from your mistakes. Don’t wallow in sorrow over the things that you could have done. Do what you can now, before you waste your whole life.” She sighed now and looked up, her head nodding. ''She would want the best for me. I'm sure of it'', Cinderfrost looked up at the sky, knowing her sister was looking down, maybe she was proud, or upset, but she was watching Cinderfrost with her heart, Cinder knew it.
He then turned his beautiful green eyes on Cinderforst, she felt something in side, but she was not sure what it was. He talked more, and Cinderforst had to listen. She felt his nose, his face. ''I want to live! Just like she wanted me to, just like my mom wants me to. I will live''. She looked at him, hoping he did not hear, it was a whisper, she felt empowered, she wanted her parents and sibling her now, but all she had was Ghostheart. ''I like you..''. She smiled and closed her eyes, maybe a miracle will happen.
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Post by ELISE on Feb 20, 2011 22:47:18 GMT -5
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This was a nice feeling, one that really made me feel happy for once. I’d never been this happy or at peace. For once, I felt like I actually belonged in my skin. It didn’t happen often that I was at home in my own being, but I was and it was a delightful feeling. I wondered if she was what had been calling to me in my sleep. I dreamed, all the time and in every dream I’d ever sad, someone was telling me that my destiny was just around the corner and all I had to do was look there and I would find the one who would complete me. I never realized that it was this she-cat. This one female who called to me so softly, but I’d never heard it. Not until this moment. It had taken this long for me to so much as speak to her. Starclan worked in strange ways, but today was the day I was to find her and today was the day I was to learn from her and her to learn from me. I wasn’t as wise as other cats much older than I, but I had my ways and I had my words, that was all I needed.
A low chuckle left my vocals and I nodded my head, I’d seen more than one mother scold her kit by boxing their ears. It wasn’t an uncommon thing. First time mothers normally didn’t do it, but if it was their second or third it was the reaction they gave to their kits. “It’s the best way of teaching little ones what they can and can’t do. Otherwise, how would they learn?” It was just a fact of life that she-cats were a bit aggressive with their little ones. Sure, they didn’t let others get that way with them, but they would allow themselves to teach their kits to behave. I knew she-cats who just didn’t care and then when their young ones were apprentices you had to teach them yourself and it wasn’t always pretty how mean some of the mentors could get when apprentices wouldn’t listen. Lazing about was not something warriors did and these kits always had a lazy streak, so have a mother that pushed you around bit, helped to keep you active and on your toes. It also taught you not to talk back to those above you.
Whenever I did something, I wondered what she was feeling. I worried about every little move I made. I didn’t want to make her mad and I didn’t want to offend her by doing something that she didn’t like. I assumed she didn’t mind it since she didn’t move away from my touch. I wonder if my words were affecting her. I wasn’t always one to sit and talk like this. I was social, yes, but I wasn’t someone who gave long speeches. I was sure that would be my downfall as a leader, but I could deal with that. I learned from my flaws and worked to change them into strengths. A leader of few words was better than a leader who talked too much. That was not what I needed to be worrying about at this moment. Cinderfrost was what my mind always turned to. Would she understand why I was telling her these things? I hoped so because I wanted her to be happy, I didn’t want her to worry about whether her sister forgave her or not. I believed that each cat that died was shown why they had died. There was a reason for it all.
She moved closer and I felt my chest swell with delight. She was close and warm. I’d never allowed a she-cat this close to me. I’d always avoided the touch of another, only for the fact that I wasn’t sure if I could deal with it. I knew I could, if it was her and that was fine by me. I’d never wanted to touch or be touched by anyone, now I loved this feeling. It was over powering how much I enjoyed it. My head turned at her words. Maybe I had gotten through to her? My ears pricked in her direction, listening to what she was saying. I was glad that she got it though, that she understood what I had just told her. If she hadn’t understood, I wasn’t sure what I would have done. “That’s why you should do just that. Live the best way you can.” That was all I could think of saying to what she had said. There were no other words that needed to be spoken at this moment; she just needed to realize the rest herself. I couldn’t decide what she would do. I couldn’t choose her path for her.
Her words didn’t reach my ears, but I knew she’d taken what I’d said to heart. That was all I needed to know to feel like I had accomplished something. I could have stayed like this forever, but then it seemed like that wouldn’t be possible. We had a clan to take care of and food to take back to them. We couldn’t waste too much time lazing about here. We still had more hunting to do and sitting around here all day would not get that done, but I didn’t want to move. I never wanted to move. That was, until her words hit my ears. I froze for a moment, just letting them sink in before my muscles loosened and I lifted my head. A purr erupted forward and without thinking, I rubbed my forehead against her neck gently. I wasn’t sure how to put into words what needed to be said, but I knew I had to figure it out sooner or later. “Well, Cinderfrost. . . I like you too.” The words came out as sheepish as an apprentice with its first crush. I’d never felt at such a loss for words in my life.
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Post by Stella on Feb 21, 2011 13:25:25 GMT -5
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Cinderfrost felt comfortable, his warm fur was so soft, and well warm. Plus she could remember her mom just right, her beautiful white pelt, the way she smelled, her voice, and even the way she talked to them when they did something bad. Her mother liked to talk to them first, or to give them a chore, like to help the apprentice, before she resulted to a smack on the head. Though sometimes that didn't even work, and her mom would have a melt down. She loved her dad as well, Ghostheart remind her of him, the fact that they are both sweet, but don't speak unless they really mean it. Ya they are alike.
Cinderfrost took in a deep breath, Ghostheart had such a sweet scent. Her mother had never been sure if her children would ever get mates, and well that was at least true for Greyclaw, her sister would never be a mate, or a mother, but Cinder was sure she must be happy up there. Plus her brother might have found someone by now, maybe he was happy.
“That’s why you should do just that. Live the best way you can.” Cinderfrost nodded and took another sniff, her eyes closed. She would live her life, the way she knew her sister would want her to live, happy and with a family. ''I will honor my sister''. And she would do it well, but Cinderfrost wished she could just see her sister one more time.
“Well, Cinderfrost. . . I like you too.” Cinderfrost truly didn't think her had heard her! She was so embarrassed now, her eyes wide. She sighed though, he had liked her too. Cinderfrost felt so different, so warm inside. She loved this tom, no matter how little she knew him or how early some would say. She truly liked him. ''We must go, we are taking to long..'', Cinderfrost was a little embarrassed, and its true, soon the clan was gonna wonder why they where gone so long. But she just wanted to think, why did he like her back? Would she get a mate?
[If ya cant post tell me so i can add // What do you think of them as mates?]
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