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Post by mudmask on Dec 13, 2008 13:13:32 GMT -5
A hard rain beat down on the pelt of a Shadowclan cat, blinding him with sheets of liquid. Hardsoul flattened his ears and hissed, running over to where he had buried his prey. He scratched up the tilled, cold earth and retrieved his sparrow and skinny mouse, and then darted under a nearby pine for protection. The many layers of green vegetation shielded off most of the water, but still a few drops slithered down the needles and dribbled onto his head. Hardsoul lay down on the soft bed of needles that had recently fallen before leaf-bare, and looked as his prey for the entire day. A ruffle feathered sparrow and a skinny mouse lay before his feet. The warrior’s face wrinkled in disgust, this was actually considered a good catch in the cold winds of the weather.
Hardsoul blinked and peered out of the needles that were above him, trying to make out any familiar shape in the pelting rain that engulfed the forest he had once recognized. Now everything was just a giant blur that seemed to be shifting and moving around with each teardrop from the clouds. Then a movement caught his eye farther up the tree. His optics spotted a squirrel, round and fat, nesting in the pine needles! Hardsoul’s eyes narrowed, “Hello my little ray of sunshine…” he whispered, “Come down here so you can join your sparrow and mousy friends…” The warrior unsheathed his claws and sprang up the tree, pine needles scratching and whipping at his face, but he had to catch this squirrel. The squirrel jumped with a start, and scrambled up the tree, water pouring into its eyes. The prey was about to clamber into its hole when Hardsoul reached up with an unsheathed claw and snagged it by the tail, pulling it down and killing it.
With the prey in his jaws, he descended down to the roots of the tree, and stopped to catch his breath. The warrior’s mouth watered at the sight of fresh kill; he hadn’t eaten a thing all day. But this had to go back to camp. The rain was even harder than before now, and as he reached out a paw to test it, it was bitter cold, like sheets of ice. There was no way he could make it across the forest to camp without getting hypothermia. So he stayed where he was, waiting for the storm to lighten up. Hunger was killing his stomach, and right now he was cursing the warrior code, but elders and queens came first, he knew that.
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Post by kowala on Dec 23, 2008 11:45:10 GMT -5
``Nightfeather
"Curse you, wretched rain!" A growl climbed its way out of Nightfeather's parted lips and it rang out through the forest. It had been raining for a while now and she was just about fed up with the conditions that she and the clan were living in. The contant wetness was chilling her to the bone and the fact that the rain would turn into ice as the cold weather escalated didn't make her any happier. She was just wishing that for just a period of time, however short, the sun would come out and warm the pelts of her and her clanmates. Of course though, the weather would not hear her pleas for sun and it would most likey rain harder and ice would build up throughout the land.
Fat, cold raindrops splatted on her head repeatedly and started to soak her midnight pelt. She mumbled a curse and her golden gaze slitted in pure annoyance. She honestly hadn't been this annoyed by the weather in a long time and now it was starting to really get on her nerves. When other cats said the weather had a real effect on you, they were speaking the truth. Nightfeather had been feeling really crumby for as long as the rain had been falling and it wasn't helping her social skills. Any cat that had approched her, for whatever reason, she had growled at, earning a glare or scowl from those cats.
Nightfeather sighed as she padded further down the way. Her paws sometimes got sucked down to the squishy earth from the amount of rain that had soaked it. She grimaced and pulled her paws out, stepping high so that they would seldom get stuck.
After wandering for quite some time, Nightfeather began to smell the familiar scent of Hardsoul. She stopped dead in her tracks. The scent smelt fresh, as if he had just been wandering the same path as her, but the rain had washed most of it away. This frustrated her. The rain was making her cranky and she just wanted company. She took her chances and called out into the rain pelted forest.
"Hardsoul?"
ooc;hi, want some company? :]
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Inspiration;Paparazzi-Lady Gaga
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Post by mudmask on Dec 26, 2008 14:45:31 GMT -5
A faint voice calling his name snapped Hardsoul back to the reality of the freezing forest. Even through the pelting rain, it was somewhat familiar. Perking his brown ears, he called, "Nightfeather?"
He hoped that it would be her, or else the warrior would feel like an awful fool calling out to an invisible Nightfeather if someone chanced to walk along. But who would by chance walk along in weather like this? Then a blurred shape appeared in the distance, and not caring if he got wet, he bolted out to see her. The Shadowclanner didn't get but a few rabbit-lengths before sinking into the mud and getting stuck. Hardsoul let out a snort of disgust and tried to climb out of this sticky tomb, but found that this mud held fast. He didn't remember it being so sticky when he had first hunted this morning, but then again, there had been a downpour of rain large enough to flood the Twoleg Place.
Squinting the keep the pouring rain from running into his eyes, he flattened his ears and began to trudge through the sludge until he reached a spot where the mud had turned into a puddle. The warrior slowly began to crawl out, and finally arrived on the surface. Red mud on his pelt washed away, and he made out a blurry figure up ahead. Careful to avoid the patches of deep muck, he made his way over to her and touched her soaked pelt with his tail. “Follow me, there’s shelter nearby!” He flicked his tail toward the tree and darted toward it, keeping up pace with his mate.
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Post by kowala on Dec 27, 2008 21:42:07 GMT -5
``Nightfeather
She heard her name being called through the pitter pattering of the rain. Her ears flattened on her head and she hung it down in relief and exhaustion. Relief for the fact that it had been Hardsoul and not some other random feline. She was very exhausted from trudging all the way through the thick guck that was mud though, she most likely wouldn't have cared if she made a fool of herself. When the sodden and slightly muddied Hardsoul came forward and told her of a nearby shelter, her head and ears raised and she followed him over to the tree.
She practically dove into the little space between tree and ground when she got close enough. A cloud of dust blew up around her and settled onto her soaked midnight pelt. She curled herself around in a tight ball and covered her nose with her tail. She was shivering madly and she hadn't even realized it. The cold and the rain must've been really getting to her now, she didn't really care though. She opened her glued-shut eyes and gazed lovingly at Hardsoul. She hadn't talked to him a while and when she would see him in the camp and would go over to him, he would get called upon by someone else. She never got the chance to have a chat.
She averted her gaze after a few more heartbeats and she felt herself warming up a bit with his presence near. She smiled lightly and felt like a smitten apprentice. Young and unknowing of the outcomes of things. Thinking of adventures and daydreaming durring tasks. All the memories were flooding back to her now... and she brought her golden eyes back to look at Hardsoul once more.
"Thankyou, Love." she whispered rather blankly. She didn't mean for it to sound uninviting or cold, she just had no more emotion left to give at the momen. The lack of heat at this time made her sides heave.
ooc;haha, no problem ;D
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Post by mudmask on Dec 31, 2008 19:12:40 GMT -5
Hardsoul padded over to another area under the tree and shook the water and mud from his pelt, making his sodden pelt now stick out, until he resembled a thorn bush. Walking back over to his mate, he realized she was shivering and licked her forehead. “You’re cold.” he murmured, and curled up beside her, sharing tongues with her to warm her, and trying not to grimace at the bitter and gritty taste between his teeth. Then he thought about his words, No duh mouse-brain! Do you think she's warm? Smiling, he mewed, “Trying to hunt in this bitter leaf bare as well? We’ll both have to get back to Darksoul before we catch a cold!”
Hardsoul’s stomach growled as he looked at the meat in front of him. His name might insure that his soul was strong, but his stomach was weaker. Smiling he pushed his nose into her fur and then resumed licking her fur the wrong way to warm her. “I’m sorry to disturb your glamorous looks love, but I think you’ll want your life more than your pride, eh?”
The rain beat down on Shadowclan territory even harder, and instead of dripping down the branches onto their heads, it was running. Hissing his annoyance, Hardsoul wrapped his tail around Nightfeather and moved them to a drier area. Then he realized how cold he was himself, and began to shiver.
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Post by kowala on Jan 10, 2009 19:51:45 GMT -5
``Nightfeather.
"You're cold."
'Yes' the she-cat thought as her mate started to lick her fur. The wind and the rain wasn't doing much for them in the first place and the fact that they were stuck under tree roots wasn't helping their situation either. The ground felt just as cold as the rain to Nightfeather and she wasn't enjoying any bit of it. When she slept, she perfered to be sleeping cold, so that when she was sandwiched between warm bodies in the Shadowclan warriors' den she wouldn't feel frigid nor over-heated. Having Hardsoul near her helped with heat a lot more than just having nothing to help warm herself though. And for this, she was truely grateful.
With the rain soaking them farther, Hardsoul had moved them both to a drier part of the small space. She felt his shivers right when she settled beside him and sorrow clouded her thoughts.
'I should have know that if I had been cold then he would have been cold as well...'
Nightfeather pressed as close to Hardsoul as she could and licked his fur as he had hers. She drew her tongue along his fur in long but quick strokes that she hoped helped him warm hid quivering body.
The midnight cat didn't know what to say as a silence settled over the little area they were contained to. She shifted slightly to give some more space for Hardsoul, she had almost squished herself to him in the process of warming him.
"Sorry for that, love." She meowed as she settled into a comfortable position.
"I just wanted to warm you up faster by lending my body heat... I'll give you some breathing space now... Haha..."
She almost started to ramble about something when she stopped herself. She didn't want to seem like an idiot, so she snapped her mouth shut and averted her golden gaze.
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WordCount;325
Inspiration;February Air-Lights
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Post by mudmask on Jan 14, 2009 20:20:54 GMT -5
Hardsoul let out a ‘mrrow’ of amusement at her tangle of words, and licked her head with affection for his mate. Sometimes she could be dangerous and ruthless with her words, and yet other times so tongue-twisted she sounded like a kitten on their first day out of the nursery! Smiling, he almost wished the rain wouldn’t cease so they could be together. Nightfeather meant more to him than any other cat, and he would protect her to death. He also knew and accepted the fact that she was just as skilled as he and could do a fine job of protecting herself without him.
The silence was life threatening, he couldn’t bear it any longer. Clearing his voice, he spoke,
“It’s been so long Nightfeather, how did we get separated for so long? It feels like it’s been a moon since I have even lay eyes upon your midnight pelt, and if I had gone without you for one more sunrise, I think every cat would be mourning my death.” He stiffened a laugh, trying to suppress his depression at the next thought that popped into his head and he sighed, “Of course, you would be the only one to attend, my love. I’m afraid I’m not the most popular cat in the clan right now.” As if I've ever been or will be! Nudging her head up he met her golden pools of endless honey, and stared lovingly into them... |
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Post by kowala on Jan 16, 2009 18:41:21 GMT -5
``Nightfeather.
Nightfeather felt her whole frame stiffen in responce to Hardsoul's words. Endless thoughts seemed to swirl through her mind and unpleasantness churned her stomach. She felt the same as he did, for their seemingly endless seperation, but his last few statements caused old anger to flare itself to life in her heart. As her head was tilted upwards by her mate, a snarl and a furrious comment was about to leave the confines of her throat when her eyes met Hardsoul's.
Only love could be found in the depths of those eyes, staring amorously into hers. The she-cat bit her tongue, and this stopped the nasty comment from leaving her mouth.
'He adores us that much...'
The thought spread over her mind like hot wax, slow and burning at first, but soothing after the scorching heat penetrates the surface. In the earlier years, everything that Nightfeather had cherrished, even though it was only a few things, they had been roughly taken away from her, thus creating a cold, ice-encrusted heart that beated in her body. She had tried to keep herself collected and she tried to be nice, like she used to be, but she never thought that that was possible for her after the years. Too much callousness had taken a seemingly permenant stay in her heart and mind for her to enjoy. A lot of that changed though, with those few changes in her life, the ice that metaphorically consumed her heart, saw the sunshine that entered her life.
"I can't believe any of this, you must know. It feels as if I'm still dreaming... You must know as well, that when you said the part about 'if I had gone without you for one more sunrise, I think every cat would be mourning my death.' I felt as if my heart was going to jump out from between my teeth....
"We would have seen eachother, you must know, we would have flown by eachother, and at leasted glimpsed one another, even if only for a heartbeat...
"I would have found you..."
Her words lost their volume and they faded into the pitter-patter of the steadily falling rain. The sound seemed deafening as the silence in the little hollow stretched onward and Nightfeather kept staring into Hardsoul's eyes.
OOC: finished.
WordCount:390
Inspiration:Many a wonderful songs :3
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Post by mudmask on Jan 31, 2009 14:04:39 GMT -5
Hardsoul was a bit taken aback as he felt the anger swell from her pelt. Surely she couldn't be angered at him for some reason, could she? The tom's heart sank. He should have spent more time searching for her, instead of waiting for fate to bring them together on this cold, miserable day. He was a failure, and Nightfeather probably knew it. Hardsoul knew females didn't like to be ignored, but it was just in a toms nature to think they were fine if they didn't say anything.
Bowing his head, he thought of placing a paw on hers and rejected it, breaking eye contact with her and rising from beside her. Her walked a little ways to the edge of the pine fronds and sat down, wrapping his tail around his shivering body. Water ran just a whisker-length in front of his nose, and then plopped on the ground, running in between his paws and disappearing into the dry ground before him. The tom wished he could do the same, run from his shame and hide in the dust. In a kit-like way, he somehow envied the rain.
'You're just like a big kit! go face Nightfeather and apologize!'
The little voice inside his head was right, but his male instincts never would back down and let him apologize to another cat, not even his beloved mate. For this, he was even more shamed.
ooc; i'm srry i didn't reply, i saw the unfinished and kept checking it, until one day i stopped, and then went back to look, and you had finished your post. for this, i am as ashamed as hardie. lol
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Post by kowala on Feb 7, 2009 21:45:28 GMT -5
``Nightfeather.
"Is this what we are reduced to?"
The silence between the two of them was shattered. Fury lept from Nightfeather's body and this increased the volume of her words toward the end. They got stronger and louder with every heartbeat. She felt as if she was yelling for absolutely no reason.
She stood up from where Hardsoul had left her alone and her emotions seemed to get the best of her. Nightfeather's pelt bristled and her stance was rigid as she mentally willed the tom to look at her. For a long while, stress and tension had built up in Nightfeather's subconscious and now all her will that forbade it to show cracked to pieces. All her emotions were out now and she was fiercely trying to tame them back to their original state.
For a short while, Nightfeather just stood there. She was waiting for nothing.
"I can feel the shame radiating from your soul. Shame which shouldn't harbour there! Whatever it is, it's okay... You don't need to get your tail in a knot about it."
Her eyes widened with her subsiding anger and her rigid posture eased up. She didn't want to fight. It was literally the last thing on her mind, but she also wanted to snap her mate out of his little moment.
Shame is not something he should be feeling, Nightfeather's stray thought flew around her head, toying with her.
'That's how you make him feel in the end? Shameful?' She dropped her gaze, feeling like she was kicked in the stomach. She honestly hoped that she wasn't the cause of this. She hoped as the rain started to let up.
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ooc: oh gosh, don't even talk. I should be ashamed, I haven't been on Sig for so long. I feel horrible >.<
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Inspiraton:Still Around-3Oh!3 , Dear Jamie...Sincerely Me-Hellogoodbye and Bleed For Me-Saliva
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Post by mudmask on Feb 14, 2009 13:09:39 GMT -5
Hardsoul let out a sigh and rose, turned, and faced his mate. The emotions that sprang from his pelt made him blind. They were building up a wall between them, and the pair couldn't let that happen, not at this time. Especially since Shadowclan had no leader or deputy, there could be no rivals in the clan. The clan was too fragile now for battles, to petite for civil wars. His eyes widened, and he silently padded over to her and pressed his forehead against hers.
"We can't live like this any longer Nightfeather. Shadowclan is too fragile, and every cat is becoming strung high because of it. No cat could live like this any longer. I love you so much, and I'm so afraid that my mistakes might cause me to lose you."
The tom stared into his mates eyes, his pain penetrating from his pelt into hers. He had lost her once, and that was all he could take for the rest of his life. No family, hardly any friends, losing his mate would be too much for him to bear. The clan was dying, and Hardsoul was afraid that their love was as well. |
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