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Post by eccentricbirdie on Jan 24, 2009 0:54:03 GMT -5
 Time and time again, Spottedwing found herself sitting alone on the barren stones that adorned the rough landscape that she and her Clan called their home. A crisp wind stirred the few strands of sturdy moorland grass that could be seen through the snow. The cold blowing across the flat land penetrated deep into her fur, causing her to pull her tail tighter around her paws, ears flicking to the side in annoyance. At least it wasn't rain. The sky was cast in a faded pink, the sun nothing but a sliver far on the horizon, blurred by the mist that hung in the early morning air. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, maw ajar to take in the chilling air. Shudders ran through her lithe body, the lean muscles moving under her pelt in waves. Faded memories of her time as a Kit, temporarily seperated from the Clan due to a fear of sickness, and even further back she can barely remember what her mother was like. " Mistkit.." She said, breathlessly, almost silently. Faint images of a pale kit, her fur streaked with an almost invisible hint of gray, flashed across Spottedwings mind. Following closely, the only memory she had of her mother; Larktail. The bright she-cat had grown sick within a half-moon of birthing her kits, and they were nearly lost when she passed. Shaking her head, Spottedwing dipped her nose down, crouching so it rested between her forepaws. Taking another deep breath, she opened her eyes and looked out across the frosted land. Prey was so scarce; too scarce for her liking. They were still managing in the freezing weather, but it was hard. Windclan was thriving, and that meant more mouths to feed. While she had originally left the camp with the intention of catching some fresh-kill for the elders and kits, her mind had wandered to the events that happened many moons ago. Forcing herself to stand upright on the icy stone, the strong winds common for the area caused her to shiver again. Leafbare was the only time that the winds bothered her in the least, lacking the long fur of her father or former mentor, helping to shield them from the cold. Her slightly longer than average tail twitched, held nearly straight out behind her, curving up just at the tip. She let her jaws part to taste the air, filling her with the scent of frost and snow, nearly all the prey scent covered by the cold sheet of air. Sighing, she lept down from the outcropping of rocks and landed lightly on the ground below, trotting briskly over the thin sheet of hard snow, cracking easily under her paws. All she ever felt these days was lonesome. She had yet to create a true, strong bond with any single Clanmate. The large community of cats was too fast moving for her; and that was saying something. She hadn't the chance to get to know another cat on a personal level, and she longed for the strong bonds she saw around her when at the camp. " Taking off to be alone isn't going to help, mouse-brain." She said to herself, quietly. She answered her thoughts out-loud too often for her own taste, but with nobody there to share them with, she did it without thinking. Shaking her head, she continued to walk across the snowy land before she froze mid-step, the wind shifting to carry a somewhat familiar scent to her.. --//-- ooc|| This is your cue to appear! As a general rule, I don't post this much in every post, just intros; and I apologize before hand if I can't keep up with your word count. |
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Post by sanctuary on Jan 26, 2009 17:15:48 GMT -5
You can't stop me from falling A P A R T. Because My self-destruction is all your fault! [/color][/font]
OOC| | Sorry I am so museless at the moment. I couldn't think of anything to write.
BIC| |Deep lamps flickered about the terra as a bulky, masculine figure padded onto the moor. Finchpelt halted in his tracks, a feeling of unease washed over him. Looking roughly about his eyes narrowed slightly and a grimace drew across his face as he spotted another feline upon the moor. ”Company. Great.” Caution made the fur on his pelt stand up and he gruffly gathered himself before taking a shaky step forward. ”Just ignore her. Finchpelt.” Taking a deep steadying breath through his nose he tried to remain vigilant and calm, not matter how stressful it was to approach this feline. A few more steps and he stopped and looked away, blinking away the painful words that echoed throughout his mind. Every time he spoke to a cat nothing positive came from their mouth in return. Finchpelt felt his fur prickle in irritation as if a nasty thorn had dug into his repugnant pelt. Indeed something about this cat troubled him in particular but it wasn’t anything that he couldn’t deal with. Under it all he felt rather unsure of how to approach her even though he wouldn’t say a word in greeting to her.
Blinking, he tried to remain calm and not have a stroke. Instead he closed his eyes and walked forwards until he was only a yard or so away from the feline. Without thinking he opened his mouth and thought a loud, ”Go ahead and say something about how ugly I am.” he whimpered with fear and a small trace of pain. He voice was shaky but his bodice was rigid in anticipation. Hope fluttered about in his stomach as he pray for a light lashing from her tongue. If he just would’ve kept his mouth shut… A frigid breeze ruffled his pelt but the thickness of his ghastly yellow fur kept any of the chilled air from making him cold. There he stood, an image of abuse and weakness waiting for the words that would so painfully torture him. (Word count :: 333)
[/blockquote][/font] How Could You? How Could You?
How could youHateme? When all I ever wanted to be was You How could you? How could you?
How could youLoveme?When all you ever gave me were O P E Nwounds...[/right][/color][/font] Open Wounds
By: Skillet
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Post by eccentricbirdie on Jan 31, 2009 2:49:23 GMT -5
ooc|| It's just fine, I get like that all the time.
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bic|| Eyes going wide, Spottedwing listened to the strange words of the tom curiously. She had seen him around the camp many times, usually alone, and she had always been too shy to approach him. Now, her first encounter with the Tom, and his harsh words cut into her like the icy wind that blew across the moors.
"I- wait, why would I say anything like that?" She asked, just realizing what he was alluding to. Her tail wrapped around her leg protectively, as if trying to shield her hurt feelings. "I know others may be harsh to you, but I will say no such things.."
To be entirely honest, she had actually admired his pelt, while in the camp.
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Post by sanctuary on Feb 1, 2009 20:43:57 GMT -5
You can't stop me from falling A P A R T. Because My self-destruction is all your fault! [/color][/font]
Instinctively his face cringed as he saw her mouth open, waiting for the words that would ease only his anticipation. Yet, they did not come. Instead his head shot upwards and his whiskers twitched with shock and unsurity. A light sliver of relief flickered about in his pools. Slowly, as if waiting for her to changer her mind and lash out at him, his muscles began to uncoil and relax.
"Surely you cannot mean that? All of the other cats won't let me walk by them without a hiss or a rude comment..." Finchpelt trailed off and averted his gaze from the feline before him. Then a new thought crossed his mind that this might be his only chance to right the wrong that he had started. First impressions weren't really his thing but... "Maybe I got off on the wrong impression. Let me start over, please." There was a certain note of desperation in his voice, but it mellowed out into a casual tone as he carried on his conversation as if he'd just approached her, "My name is Finchpelt. May I ask you name, lady?" His manners seemed to bring on a new air of confidence but the real test was still ahead.
[/blockquote][/font] How Could You? How Could You?
How could youHateme? When all I ever wanted to be was You How could you? How could you?
How could youLoveme?When all you ever gave me were O P E Nwounds...[/right][/color][/font] Open Wounds
By: Skillet
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Post by eccentricbirdie on Feb 2, 2009 0:34:11 GMT -5
Her muscles relaxing, Spottedwing nodded her head gracefully, taking a step forward. The wind had eased a bit, and the sun was starting to brighten the land; the frost and snow covering the hard ground was actually beginning to look.. pretty. The mist was starting to dissipate, making more of the land visible as you looked across the horizon.
"I am Spottedwing. It is a pleasure to finally speak to you, actually.." She said, suddenly a bit embarrassed. "I had often seen you around the camp and wanted to speak to you; but the Clan is so large, there is never a moment to rest it seems." She said, a slight laugh in her tone. Now she was sitting in a small patch of exposed grass, her tail flicking side to side steadily, as if keeping time.
Taking a deep breath, she scented the air. Now the pure cold was intermingled with the scent of her Clanmate; a comforting scent in the barren lands. "If I may be so bold; I rather enjoy your colors myself. You are unique! That is never something to be ashamed of." She said, her minty green eyes sparkling with an inner joy. Not only had her mind been taken off the sad events of her past, but she was actually having a conversation with another feline. Something she hadn't done in far too long. |
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Post by sanctuary on Feb 3, 2009 9:33:51 GMT -5
You can't stop me from falling A P A R T. Because My self-destruction is all your fault! [/color][/font]
Her words opened up old wounds in his fur, he opened his mouth to retaliate but his just ended up letting out a perturbed grunt-sigh noise. "There is a difference between being unique and being an outcast. Those cats don't understand what they've done to me..." Finchepelt trailed off and adverted his gaze. Storm clouds raged in his eyes and he started to hold his breath in frustration.
He exhaled deeply and then drew in a slightly smaller breath. Her scent flowed in strong, but was slightly masked over the chill that lingered in the morning air. That seemed to bring back a certain gentleness to him and the storm clouds began to dissipate and scatter. Turning his face back towards the she-cat he looked over her carefully, "Do you honestly think that anybody else would want this position? This life?"
[/blockquote][/font] How Could You? How Could You?
How could youHateme? When all I ever wanted to be was You How could you? How could you?
How could youLoveme?When all you ever gave me were O P E Nwounds...[/right][/color][/font] Open Wounds
By: Skillet
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Post by eccentricbirdie on Feb 4, 2009 17:54:42 GMT -5
Spottedwing sighed. "Of course not. It is not right for the others to say such things, you know." She said, shaking her head and sitting on the cold ground. This conversation kept going up and down, and it was confusing her slightly.
"I'm just trying to say; I mean you no harm. I merely want to be a friend." She said, bowing her head slightly. Her mind was having trouble concentrating; she had been busy thinking of her lost sister and it was starting to return, a certain sadness in her voice. |
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Post by sanctuary on Feb 4, 2009 20:30:34 GMT -5
I can’t take it any longer. Thought that we were stronger. All we do is linger s l i p p i n g through our fingers. I don’t wanna try now. All that’s left is goodbye, to find a way I can tell you.
OOC| | New tags 
BIC| | "...friend." Finchpelt choked when the words reached his ears. "I don't think you know what you are getting yourself into." he scoffed but then looked up to see a glimmer of pain in her eyes. Taking a deep breath he realized that he was being a little to harsh on her, "I'm sorry this is just a touchy subject for me. I'm sure you can see why..." Without even realizing it he had closed the gap between them in a few long strides and his tail tip was resting on her shoulder as he apologized to her.
Backing up abruptly he glanced at her face quickly but turned away before he could see the horror and amazement stretch across it. "I'm sorry that was out of line." he backed up back to his regular position and placed his haunches firmly on the ground as if to say, "I'm not going to touch you or get near you anymore."
[/b] [/blockquote][/font][/size][/color] I Hate this[/i] part right here. I Hate this part right here. I just can’t take your tears. I Hate this part right here.[/size][/font][/color]
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Post by eccentricbirdie on Feb 5, 2009 0:11:47 GMT -5
The soft touch of his tail on her shoulder caused her to look up, a thankful look in her eyes. It was all she needed, to snap out of her funk. The movement of him retreating concerned her though, and she took a step forward. "There is no harm in showing concern and compassion for someone." She said, a lighter side in her voice as she moved to sit next to him, the side of her flank touching his lightly and her tail wrapping around her paws.
"Please. Don't apologize. I'm sorry for talking about it so much." She said, her voice soft. The sun was nearly over the distant horizon now, the sun blazing pink and purple, the clouds appearing as if they were on fire. Her eyes reflected the light as she stared off into the distance, he mind full of questions. |
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Post by sanctuary on Feb 5, 2009 16:20:12 GMT -5
I can’t take it any longer. Thought that we were stronger. All we do is linger s l i p p i n g through our fingers. I don’t wanna try now. All that’s left is goodbye, to find a way I can tell you.
I don't deserve a friend like this. Finchpelt took his eyes off of the horizon as she came and settled down beside him. He was sure that with his thick fur he must feel like a radiator compared to her thin winter coat. "You are nicer to me then I have been to you. I don't deserve a friend like you." It was more of a thankful comment then a regretful sad one.
Then a thought crossed his mind and his mood turned shallow, "you shouldn't be here. If any one of them sees you with me you'll become an outcast as well." He rasped. His eyes glimmered with regret that he had ever endangered her social status. No cat should have to live the way he does. There was no way he was going to bring her down. Still he couldn't quite find it in himself to get up and just walk away. No, as selfish as it seemed Finchpelt just sat there, wallowing in his own guilt.
I Hate this part right here. I Hate this part right here. I just can’t take your tears. I Hate this part right here.
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Post by Fernear! on Feb 5, 2009 16:33:48 GMT -5
ooc: both of you please hit at least 200 words for you posts. I've let it slide a few times but in the near future please increase your word count. Thank you. [/blockquote] |
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