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Post by skie on Feb 13, 2011 18:55:42 GMT -5
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Leopardpaw was bored and alone. Not to mention the sun was setting. The forest he was in had always freaked him out; for a couple of reasons. One being the mist; sometimes it got so thick that it was hard to see your paw in front of your face. The other was his parents. This was the forest they had gotten killed in. He had learned to live with it. They were happy in StarClan now, and someday he would go see them. Someday after he had lived the long full life that they would have wanted him to, he would go see them and tell them all about it. These thoughts were how he had dealt with the loss. Icestar had helped him a lot, and he looked at her like his mother. She had been the cat that had found him in the tree after the incident. She had comforted him and made things better for him, and she never gave up on him. She was the reason that he was living a happy and full life. The credit really couldn’t go to anyone else. His big green eyes rose to the sky, and it was a beautiful sight. The sky was pink, and the stars were just starting to pop out. He sat back and wrapped his thin tail around his white paws. He liked to look at the stars, they calmed him. 236 words, muse meh, thread is open and complete.
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Post by ELISE on Feb 14, 2011 16:01:48 GMT -5
Riddlepaw
Let me tell you a riddle.
It's a riddle about life and love. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
A moth loomed before my eyes and I watched it, tail twitching from side to side. I would get my little winged friend if it was the last thing I did. Muscles bunched and I sprang, launching myself at it with a powerful push of hind limbs. It fluttered, unharmed, away from me as I rolled onto my back and looked up at it with a haughty glare in my eyes. Well, if I never see it again, I would live a long, happy life. As I rolled to my feet, my tail was a tall banner of pride raised behind me. My head was tossed fight and my nose was to the wind. My dainty paws carried me through the woods as if I knew every step by heart. Really, I didn’t because I’d only been here for awhile now, but that was okay. I learned fast or so I liked to tell myself. I wasn’t always the brightest and my sister used to call me horrible names, but she wasn’t around to be rude to me anymore and I’d never been on to talk nasty to another. It just wasn’t in me. I saw it as something only bullies did.
My ears twitched forward and my nose drew in the scent of another feline. A tom and I knew this tom. We slept in the same place, so it was hard not to know who it was and well, I was ready to have a little fun. Sure, I didn’t know him well, but that was okay. We would get to know each other soon enough and that was all that really mattered here. The night wasn’t very good at hiding my white markings, but that was okay. I was behind Leopardpaw anyways. My tail twitched as I crouched and leaped, jumping out and him only to land by his side, not on his back as I had planned. I blinked sharply and smiled sheepishly up at him. “Um. . . Hello, Leopardpaw.” A slow grin came over my features and I gave a shy giggle. Well, it was one thing to miss; it was another to land next to the object that you missed. I hoped he wouldn’t notice that I had been attempting to tackle him, but nothing mean or anything like that. My claws were sheathed and I would never harm a clan mate. I liked my life here.
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Post by skie on Feb 14, 2011 18:29:51 GMT -5
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Leopardpaw was lost in his own world when the she-cat appeared next to him. He was so lost, in fact, that she startled him so badly that he jumped back and hissed a bit. Leopardpaw had lived a normal life thanks to Icestar, but in many ways he was more on edge than a kit his age should be. When he realized that the thing that had given him such a fright was just Riddlepaw, a fellow apprentice. Immediately he went into apologetic mode, lowered his ears and smiling sheepishly at her. "So sorry for snapping like that, you startled me." He laughed softly, and moved the dirt around with his paw. His green eyes took in her appearance. She was a bit smaller than him, with white and orange fur. He didn't know her very well, but he knew of her. She actually hadn't been born into the clan, but joined it at a young age. He'd always been curious about her, and wondered what happened to her parents. Had she lost them in a way similar to him? He hoped not, but he couldn't think of any other reason that she would have been on her own at such a young age. And what of her clan? They should have taken care of her. He sat back on his haunches and brought a paw up to his face, licking it and then using it to clean his left ear. "What has you out so late?" Being such a young cat, Leopardpaw wasn't great at striking up conversation. He knew how to pounce and play, but as far as having a mature conversation went, he sucked. 275 words, muse improving, thread is open.
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Post by ELISE on Feb 14, 2011 23:40:04 GMT -5
Riddlepaw
Let me tell you a riddle.
It's a riddle about life and love. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Blinking in surprise I rolled away from the tom with my head lowered slightly and ears back in shock as I waited to see what else might happen. I’d done such things to other kits my own age, but I’d never have them act this way because I was playing around. My own mood settled back into its playful manner after he became a seemingly very apologetic feline. I sat up, allowing my tail to come around and hug my front paws. That sheepish smile was almost too much for me to handle. I didn’t like sheepish looks; they always made me feel bad for surprising someone so I acted like it didn’t affect me and sniffed. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long and I would give in, but I would try for a little while, at least until I heard what he had to say to me. My blue eyes watched him, a slight sparkle of humor hidden within them. The tip of my tail flicked from side to side as my impatience overcame me. This mask would hold for a moment longer at least, but a moment wasn’t enough, or so I thought at the second.
A soft giggle of sound passed my kissers and I rose, sashaying my hips as I walked toward him with graceful steps. My eyes were half closed, but the play and delighted humor there was not easily hidden and I pressed my nose to his cheek in acceptance of his apology before taking several steps backward and sitting down once more. “It’s fine.” I’d always had a case of being over excitable or forgetful of other feline’s bubbles as some wished to call them. Well, I thought they could just get over it. A little touching now and again wasn’t going to kill someone. I mean, I got males with their females, but really now? Two apprentices just kidding around? It was silly how upset some of the elders used to get before I came here. I thought on my past often, but not in a bad way, it was easy to think of the good things that could happen when one really thought about it. Not everything was doom and gloom, or so I liked to tell myself. Now, I sat here gazing at the multi-hued tom. I could say he was handsome; for being my age.
His next set of lyrics got my attention. Why was I out so late? I bit the inside of my cheek and cast my eyes to the side for a moment as I thought about how to answer him. Lying didn’t seem like a very good idea and well, I wanted to share with someone what I was feeling on the inside. It seemed only right that I share it since it was something that plagued me night and day when I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. “I had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep.” I told him, matter of fact in what I was telling him. I had to keep telling myself it was only right, but now he had me thinking and I tilted my head to the side and thought carefully about how I was going to ask this question, for all I knew he could be just like me in the sleeping department or it could be something totally different than my issue. “Why are you out here?” The words were murmured softly and coolly. I didn’t want to pry into information that he might not want to give, but I hoped he would give me a straight answer.
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Post by skie on Feb 16, 2011 16:31:53 GMT -5
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The male watched her, as she started to make her way closer to him. Being a young tom, he was obviously interested in the opposite sex. He didn't really know a lot about how those things worked, but he did know that deep inside him, something was stirring. He watched her closely, his eyes traveling down her body to watch as her hips sashayed from side to side. He cast his green eyes downward, and tried to make the feeling go away. He didn't really like it, it felt wrong for him to be looking at her and feeling that way. She finally got to him, and placed a small kiss on his cheek. His ears flattened on his head, and he smiled softly, looking down at his paws. When she backed up, he brought his eyes upward to look at her. She responded to his question with something that was obviously the truth; she had nightmares. What did she have nightmares about? He wanted to know, but he didn't want to ask because it seemed rude. For his age, he thought things through more than most other cats. "I'm sorry to hear that, Riddlepaw." He said softly, and then smiled at her a bit. She went on to ask him why he was out here, and since she had been honest with him it felt wrong for him to lie to her. "I like to stay up late, and look at the stars. They make me feel closer to my parents." He shrugged a bit, and looked off to the side, embarrassed. 265 words, muse bad, thread is open.
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Post by ELISE on Feb 17, 2011 22:16:17 GMT -5
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I knew all about how life worked and how it was created. My mother had told me, very sternly in fact that such things should only be done if you really loved and cared for another, like she did for my father. It had blown my mind to think about it all and I told myself I would never have to worry about such bother some thoughts. Well, that could be different one day, but I didn’t think so. There would have to be a very charming, very handsome tom to get my attention. Sapphire hued eyes turned back to the tom before me and I thought for a moment, only a moment, maybe him? Then I shoved away such crazy thoughts forcefully. Now was not the time. Maybe when I was a warrior, but I didn’t even have a mentor at this moment to teach me how to be a warrior. I was stuck doing things around the camp because I would have no means of defending myself out in the forest and it was plain silly for me to even think I could teach myself all there was to know about being a great defender of the clan.
For a moment, I thought I’d done something wrong and my heart lurched up into my throat. I drew in a slow breath. So what if he got mad at me? Everyone usually did and then I pushed them away in my typical way. I hid behind the meaning of my name. I hid behind riddles and kept everyone at bay when they were confused and cautious of me. Something deep down in me, didn’t want that to happen with Leopardpaw. I saw the smile that crossed his lips and I could almost feel my heart let out a sigh and the constricting pain in my chest let up. Why was I getting this upset? I put it off at just being the fact that I didn’t want someone else to hate me. Not everyone liked me for the way I could act. Like any feline my age, I could be childish and foolish, but wasn’t that how most of us grew up? That’s what I thought anyways. I was a proud feline, proud of the way I’d been raised. I was also proud that I was part of this clan, even if I hadn’t been born here. My heart belonged here.
Ice cold gaze lifted to the sky and gazed up at the stars as he had only moments before I’d interrupted. My lips parted slightly at the pure beauty of the heavens above us. They were startlingly bright this night and I felt bathed in a whole new light. My eyes closed for a moment, taking that feeling in before the opened and looked side long at him. “There is nothing to be sorry for. It is only natural that such a thing happen to me.” I shrugged a shoulder before focusing my attention on the sky once more. “I can see why. You can almost reach out and touch them. I wonder if my parents are up there too.” I wasn’t sure why I’d said that, of course they were, but how could I know for sure? I felt a hollow sorrow swell in my chest and threaten to burst. I sucked in breath after breath, trying to free myself of the horrible feeling that made me want to curl up in a ball and cry until I could cry no more. Now was not the time. When I was alone, that would be the time for such actions.
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Post by skie on Feb 18, 2011 22:47:58 GMT -5
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StarClan knew that she-cat who sat before him was attractive. He didn't really understand it, what was happening inside of him. He had never before been attracted to a female. The feelings that were swirling around in his gut were new, exciting, and a little scary. It seemed like the change had happened so suddenly. One day playing with a female was the same as playing with a male, and now he was sitting here feeling flushed just by sitting semi-close to her. It didn't make any sense at all to him, and it made him want to run in a way. In the same way, he felt the need to stick around and protect her. She didn't have a mentor yet, something that he felt bad for her for. He had only became an apprentice recently, and he and his mentor hadn't done any training together. He wanted to get started on the training as soon as he could, so that he could get his warrior name and become a great warrior some day. It was his dream to a warrior that everyone remembered for something great. He didn't want to just go to StarClan at the end of his life with nothing to be proud of. He could have sat there musing endlessly, but her voice pulled him from his dreams of greatness. She told him that he had nothing to be sorry for, it was only natural that it would happen to her. His green eyes were confused. StarClan surely had nothing against the young pretty apprentice before him. She didn't seem like she'd ever done anything wrong. Sure, she'd been born out of the clan, but StarClan didn't care about stuff like that. Before he could think of something to reply to her first statement with, she was talking again. She told him that she could understand why he felt close to them. He looked up at the stars momentarily, and it indeed felt like he could just stand up and paw one right out of the sky. But something about her demeanor changed. She sucked in a breath and his eyes darted toward her figure. It was plain to see that she distressed over the loss of her parents. Leopardpaw had learned to deal with the loss of his parents easily, it still made his sad, but it seemed like it upset her more. Kindness guiding his paws more than his own thoughts, he took a couple of swift steps toward her. He was only slightly larger than her, so he didn't seem to be looming over her or anything ominous like that. He pressed his nose into her side gently, and his green eyes sought out her blue ones. "Its okay to cry," he said softly, "I did a lot at first."446 words, muse pretty okay, thread is open.
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Post by ELISE on Feb 19, 2011 17:57:48 GMT -5
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I’d never been one to crush on a tom. Never been one to look at them as being more than a companion. They were a friend, someone I fought and worked next to, but I could see Leopardpaw possibly being more than that to me. Which was scary on a whole new level. I was good at hiding those kinds of feelings. As I’d gotten older, I’d noticed that males were cute or attractive as my mother had always corrected me. My tail fell like lace over my paws, shielding them as I shielded my emotions from this cat right now. I kept my thoughts away from such things and on the sky above us. If I thought about it too much my life would go all topsy-turvy on me and then well, then no one would want to deal with me because I would be mentally unstable and a mentally unstable me was like asking for trouble. I didn’t like being trouble. Well, sometimes I did, but that was only when I was bored out of my mind and needed something to do. I would happily climb up on top of something and spend my time dropping dirt balls on others.
There were many things I’d always dreamed of before my life had seemingly come to a close. I wanted to be a great warrior and someday work my way up to deputy and then onto being leader. I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted anymore. When I really thought about it, I wanted to be a great warrior still, but I also wanted to have a family. I wanted to be a Queen and have lots of kits and see them go on to do great things with their lives. Sure, maybe that was asking a bit much, but I couldn’t help it. It was really all I wanted from life anymore. I just wanted to be happy and watch the world shift and change while still having kits to keep things going strong. I’d always been a life giver, in my own way and I just wanted to keep giving. Kits were the future. That’s what my father had always told me. I’d never taken that message to heart until after everyone had died. Then I was really listening, to memories of old and the things they had told me way back when I was small and young.
Acting this way, I didn’t want him to see it. I couldn’t help it though. I closed my eyes against the wash of pain. It was so hard to hide these feelings. They were so fresh and new that I wasn’t sure I could fight them off for much longer. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and I closed my eyes looking down at the ground. I felt his nose press into my side and without thinking about it I turned and pressed my face into his neck, hiding the emotions that I could barely contain. I’d never been a crier and even though he told me it was okay, I was fighting hard not to. “Crying is a show of weakness.” I hadn’t even heard the words leave my lips before the next set feel, “But is that really true? Crying over those you cared for most?” I sucked in a breath and tried to release it as normally as possible, but it hic-up from my throat to linger on the air between us.
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Post by skie on Feb 22, 2011 18:05:22 GMT -5
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Post by ELISE on Feb 24, 2011 19:43:16 GMT -5
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I’d never known another cat to understand my pain. No one wanted to understand it either, yet here stood Leopardpaw and he was being so kind and he got it. He didn’t look down on the fact that I hadn’t been born here. He made me feel almost normal by treating me how everyone in my old clan would have treated me. He accepted me for all my differences and I loved it. I loved feeling like I belonged here. That was all I wanted. I wanted to belong somewhere and be cared for like I would have been had I been in another clan. My chest swelled with this odd, new feeling. I always hoped someone would understand me and take me in. I hoped that Leopardpaw would be a sort of guide for me. That was all I wanted. I wanted to learn to be a warrior and I couldn’t do that unless someone saw something in me. I was loyal and I believed that this can was where I belonged. I hadn’t felt this way in a long, long time. My old clan, yes I’d been born into it, but I’d never felt like I was at home.
Feeling him tense up almost brought my head up, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t bring myself to move away from his warmth. He was familiar. I’d smelled him in the apprentice den along with the others, but his had always stuck out, or beds were so close together. He was comforting, reminding me that I was someplace safe, even if no one talked to me and everyone turned their back on me when I walked out of a den. I knew where I was. I drew in his scent, pressing my face closer as I felt him loosen up. His cheek rubbed against my face and I almost felt like I was home again, with my family. I knew I wasn’t, but all that mattered was this secure feeling. I knew I was home. I was home in a place I had not been born into, but where my heart had called me. I wondered for a moment what Leopardpaw thought of me? I knew I’d made a friend in him, but what else had I made out of him? He was handsome. Very handsome really and I just wasn’t about to admit that. I wanted to keep him and friend and keep my crush to myself.
His words had my heart leaping up into my throat. I’d never been told that by anyone. I’d never felt so cared for. This was what it was like to have a true friend. There was no way I couldn’t believe his words. He was too kind a feline to say something like that and turn around and not keep true to them. The rasp of his tongue along my ear had me sighing, completely content to just stand there forever and let him take care of me. I knew deep down though, I wasn’t some she-cat that could be coddled and taken care of all the time. I’d always been a free spirited sort and I was sure I would forever be that way, but for now I could deal with it. It wasn’t like this happened often and it made me feel comfortable. “Thank you, Leopardpaw. You’re very kind. If you ever need someone to talk to, you can talk to me.” I rubbed my forehead into his neck before pulling away and gazing at the sky once more. There was a sweet smile upon my features and I slid my gaze toward him.
There was a bit of playfulness on my features as I flicked my tail from side to side. I was trying to change my mood from the somber sadness to something exciting and playful. With a gentle paw, I lifted it and lightly taped his face with it before rising and bouncing away to crouch before him. “Let’s get out of this sad state and have a little fun.” The words were stated on a voice that rolled with a soft giggle. Yes, I was trying to have as much fun in my life as I could. I would live a happy full life, even if it only contained friends and my clan.
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