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Post by Måø§† on Mar 13, 2008 20:02:21 GMT -8
Bandit lay asleep within the medicine cats den. At times he would move uncomfortably or jerk quickly. Bandit awoke sweaty and still tired. The day was groggy, and clouds covered the sky in an enclosure of insolation. Although the medicine cat was not present, Bandit slowly padded over to a stack of herbs. Being a rogue, he had to fend for himself, and learn many different treatments. Some scents that wafted toward Bandit were familiar, although others were unfamiliar and foreign.
Picking out a small amount of what looked like poppy-seed, comfrey, and dock. Chewing the comfrey and dock to a poultice, he swallowed the nasty mixure and enveloped a few of the poppy-seeds. Although no cat saw him, he rearranged the herbs to look as if none were taken. After waiting for the herbs to kick in, Bandit headed towards the opening in the den.
Sunlight streamed through the opening of the den, and Bandit slowly let his eyes adjust. The sight outside seemed even more spectacular than he had remembered it to be. Cats spent their time grooming each other, and playing. Cats spoke in small groups, exited and happily doing what they usually do. A pile of fresh kill was stacked neatly in the center, and his mouth watered when he remembered how hungry he was. Looking around for a cat he recognized, Bandit let the scene sink in. These Clans weren't as bad as he thought.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Mar 14, 2008 16:07:38 GMT -8
Spiritstep bounded into camp, her vision tear-blurred and paws skimming the ground, propelling her toward the Warriors' Den. Without realizing it, she accidentally barreled into another cat, throwing both of them to the ground. Her face saw only white fur for a second before she stumbled and landed onto the dusty moor ground with a "thud". Sides heaving, she didn't get up right away, sobs still escaping from her clenched teeth.
Slowly, she pushed herself to her paws. Teardrops hit the ground in a steady rhythm, and she glanced up to see that the cat she had run into was Bandit. "I-I'm so sorry," She sobbed, getting to her paws. "I-" She bounded again toward the Warriors' Den without a second glance. She didn't stop until her pelt was swallowed up within the darkness of the den.
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Post by Måø§† on Mar 14, 2008 19:38:56 GMT -8
Bandit was pushed out of thought when he was suddenly barreled over. He steadied himself back on his paws and was seconds away from quarreling with the cat that had knocked him over when he realized something wrong. The beautiful cream she-cat had blundered obliviously into him, something was wrong. The apology she had murmured had been blank and held no feeling within it, it had been automatic and polite. But tears streamed from her face, leaving a faint trail of salty patches behind her. She headed into one of the many dens in camp, and the darkness had quickly enveloped her.
But she had not finished her sentence. And if Bandit were to follow one rule, it was comforting an ally. For this she-cat that he did not even know the name to, the one that had been the first cat to accept him as a temporary visiter was surely an ally. Bandits trust was little, and to trust one cat it would take moons. This cat was trusted as soon as she had helped Bandit back to camp. A friend. So now, if he was ever to show his manners, it would be now. A gentleman.
Bandit raced after the beautiful off-white she-cat. As he was enveloped by the sturdy den, he took in the sight before him. As his eyes adjusted, he saw what was a temporarily deserted den. Accept for the she-cat not a fox-length away. A small puddle of tears lay by her stony paws, and she lay in a stale den of moss, her sides heaving shallowly. She seemed unaware of Bandit as he walked calmly over to her side. He wanted to tell this cat it would be okay. But it would be a lie. And Bandit was fed up with telling lies, he did not even know anything about this she-cat. Why would she tell him anything.
"Please stop," was all he could murmur. He did not want to cause this cat to feel worse, or look blunt if he asked if she was okay. He referred to her tears, yet somehow he knew her tears would not recede easily. Whatever her loss, he doubted he would know, and he doubted knowing. He was less than a fox-lengths away. He knew better than to stand right by her side, if he were to lose something, the last thing he wanted was for a whole village of rogues to invade his space, to want to know every little detail of what had happened.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Mar 16, 2008 15:27:35 GMT -8
Spiritstep felt the presence of another cat, and recognized Bandit's voice. She raised her head and let her over-flowing indigo eyes trace Bandit's silhouetted appearance against the harsh sunlight. She avoided his concerned gaze and stared at the ground. "I-I'm sorry. They won't stop." With her paw she desperately tried to wipe away the running tears. But as quickly as she wiped them away, more came to take their place. Tears were a curse.
She felt the silent gaze of Bandit's sharp, blue eyes. She sobbed with frustration and stood suddenly, making a dash toward the Warriors' Den exit. But Bandit was in the way. She halted a tail-length away, and avoided his gaze as she tried to find a way around the muscular, white tom.
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Post by Måø§† on Mar 16, 2008 16:03:18 GMT -8
Bandit blocked the exit to the Warriors den. He knew the she-cat was frustrated, and didn't want to hurt her when her thin facade was already broken. His eyes focused on her, he stood his guard. Talking to this she-cat would not be as easy as he thought. Then again, nothing was ever as easy as he thought.
Above him, small and thin branches weaved together as well as a jay could build a nest. Moss was expertly hung up in patches where the den needed to be fixed. Small tips of sun rays waved through the crisscrossed branches, providing just enough light for him to see easily. Beds of moss lay softly on the earth, some recently used, others needing replacement. But the she-cat held all attention, her eyes like pools of flooding water.
Bandit knew better than to let this cream colored she-cat run away from her problems. He had enough problems that he had run away from for almost his entire life. But even though he ran away from what he believed fearful, this she-cat didn't have to suffer as he did. Bandit had believed that by coming to this Clan, he would start over even if he wouldn't be here forever. But he had learned that no matter where you go, your fears only follow you, you can't abandon them.
"Please, just sit down," Bandit commanded softly. "Keep on crying, I won't care. But stay here, your tired and hungry. I will be back, I'm going to get some fresh kill," Bandit had no idea if the beautiful she-cat would stay or not, but he hoped she would stay. For her sake.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Mar 16, 2008 16:17:09 GMT -8
Her mind still numb, all Spiritstep could do was nod and lay down on the soft moss. She watched his white pelt vanish out into the web of spun gold, and tucked her paws beneath her chest. Why is he being to nice all of a sudden? Why is he helping me, a Clan cat of which he has no relation?
In her wonderings, Spiritstep hadn't noticed that her tears had stopped. She dabbed her eye out of habit, but found it dry. She twitched her whiskers, realizing that for just a second, the searing pain in her chest had stopped. But then she wondered why she had the pain. Snowstorm... Another wave of the pain gripped her chest, and she whimpered.
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Post by Måø§† on Mar 16, 2008 16:39:35 GMT -8
Bandit padded quickly into the waning daylight. The Clan had a surplus of fresh kill, and he picked out a small rabbit for the she-cat. He headed back quickly to find the she-cat still there. She lay silently on the grass and Bandit was relieved to see that her tears had quieted.
He nodded respectfully and pushed the rabbit over with his nose. He then took a few steps back and glanced at the she-cat. After finding she was okay he left. He would let her calm down and fill her stomach, possibly get some rest too, before talking to her again. He fetched some prey for himself and quickly devoured it.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Mar 21, 2008 11:43:55 GMT -8
Spiritstep sighed as Bandit left. But the searing pain in her chest quickly evaporated when her scent glands recognized the smell of fresh-kill. Her stomach gave out a pleading gurgle, and she rose on wobbly legs to sink her desiring teeth into the warm prey. She had forgotten how hungry she was, and quietly guzzled down the warm meal.
Her head was beginning to clear up, and she rasped her tongue around her muzzle and down her chest. Sun shone through a gap in the den, and she positioned herself beneath it, letting the sun burn away any last trace of her recent depression. Her mind became clearer as well, as if she had pulled her head above water and saved herself from drowning.
She stood and left the den, stepping out into the bright sunshine. Her pupils formed slits against the sharp blare of the sun, and she padded across the clearing toward Bandit. She met his icy stare, and quickly looked away. But she dragged her indigo eyes back to him and spoke. "Thank you." She smiled.
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Post by Rose on Mar 21, 2008 15:18:58 GMT -8
A single figure limped along, his tired eyes watching the territory ever so carefully. He flicked his tail, the black fur shining as it passed under a ray of sunshine. His eyes darted toward the twoleg nest; after what he had been through he never wanted to go near a rotten twoleg nest again.
The tom had been hunting for his Clan near Snake River when a twoleg came stomping through. Seeing Snowstorm, it had let out a bellow and swiped him up. His body had unwillingly gone rigid as the twoleg grasped him by his scruff. He had tried to escape, but had been dumped into the belly of a twoleg monster. For the last several weeks he had been trapped in the nest, a constant nightmare that would forever haunt him.
However, the twoleg had left a door open one day. Snowstorm took the chance; he darted out, leaving the world of the twolegs behind him. Now, he was heading home, wondering if he was still wanted by anyone. His heart ached as he thought about Spiritstep. Did she still love him? Or had she moved on? There was only one way to find out.
Snowstorm sighed as he finally caught sight of the camp entrance. His limping pace became slightly faster as he padded along the well-known trail. The tom came to the entrance, his eyes wild as he looked around at his long lost home.
Suddenly, a cat was standing in front of him, it's fur puffed up. Snowstorm blinked. It was only an apprentice. One he knew. Aspenpaw. "Aspenpaw! It's me, Snowstorm!" he meowed. This only got a shocked and disbelieving look from the cream and brown Aspenpaw. The tom felt sad as he realized that the younger tom didn't recognize him or his scent. /I smell like twolegs./ he thought sadly.
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Post by Måø§† on Apr 1, 2008 18:51:08 GMT -8
Bandit sighed as a small feeling of delight raced down his spine. The she-cat would soon be able to move past the tragic incident that had occurred, learn to accept what would happen. He had never quiet helped a cat like the cream and white she-cat before him. Her small and guilty figure looked up at him sadly with beautiful ocean-blue eyes, and he purred.
A wave of stupidity flashed through Bandits mind as he realized he had never learned this she-cats name. He had never asked it, and a part of him felt empty, knowing her, but not what captured who she was. He took a small step forward, his tail swishing from behind him but his face fully composed, "I can't recall learning your-" but was cut off short when an obnoxious scuffling echoed of the quiet camp barriers.
Bandit turned to see a small tired figure clumsily stumble into camp, "Aspenpaw! It's me, Snowstorm!" was everything he heard.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Apr 7, 2008 18:46:03 GMT -8
Spiritstep smiled and opened her mouth, "I'm Spirit-"
'Aspenpaw, it's me! Snowstorm!'
Spiritstep froze. Her smile vanished as if it had never been spread upon her face in the first place. Her paws felt stiff to the ground as she recalled her memories, trying to make sure that she was not going mad. Snowstorm.... Snowstorm... I... can recall that name. But, it feels different. And that voice... that warm, honeysuckle voice. But, no it can't be! Snowstorm's dead-
But he wasn't. She turned, and her eyes turned at frozen as the ice on the ponds. Her limbs felt heavy, as if they had grown stiff over time, and her fur stood on end as she was almost convinced that she was looking at a ghost. But this cat had the same sunshine eyes, the sooted pelt, the friendly whiskers. Snowstorm... This cat has the same, sweet voice that reminded her of a gentle, summer wind. Snowstorm... This cat had the same large, clumsy paws and the warm light hidden beneath his dark exterior.Snowstorm This cat looked at her with the intensity of a once-lover, a friend, a warrior. A cat who she loved. Snowstorm... Snowstorm... Snowstorm...
"SNOWSTORM!!!" She wailed, tears spilling out of her eyes as she hurtled to his side. She pushed her nose into his warm, protecting pelt, and sobbed. "I-I thought you w-were dea-" She lost her voice in a series of sobs.
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Post by Måø§† on Apr 8, 2008 18:10:02 GMT -8
Bandit stood stalk still as if time had stopped, the she-cat who he had helped ran towards the familiar yet stranger-like tabby tom. He had never learned her name, and for only a second an unfamiliar feeling chilled his bones. At that moment he wished he had never helped this she-cat, Snowstorm would have come back anyway. Why bother? But he had, and he lowered his icy muzzle all the while staring at the shocked yet happy she-cat press her cream-colored muzzle into the returning toms flank.
Was his job full-filled here? Maybe he had come to the wrong place, or never had to come at all. Since the second he found his way here, what good has he done? A flood of thoughts, doubts, and anger gushed its white rapids through Bandits mind. And he couldn't move, only watch the scene before him.
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Post by Rose on Apr 9, 2008 13:54:27 GMT -8
Yellow eyes shut themselves tight as the warrior waited from Aspenpaw to strike him. StarClan.... he thought, mentally wailing softly in despair.
'SNOWSTORM!'
The tom's ears perked as he heard the voice that he knew all too well. The soft tone that he had longed for day and night, the one that let him know all was well with the Clan.
His eyes darted to the side, tail lashing in excitement. A beautiful she-cat was bounding toward him, tears darkening her fur as she came to a stop beside his side. Snowstorm let out a loud yet broken purr as he entwined his tail with that of Spiritstep's. He turned his head, rapidly covering her ears with licks. "Oh Spiritstep! I've missed you so! You were all I thought about when....when I was trapped in that nightmarish nest." he meowed, tears starting to fall from his yellow eyes.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Apr 24, 2008 10:03:32 GMT -8
"You mean TWOLEGS captured you!?" Spiritstep's endless indigo eyes stretched wide in horror. She seemed lost in thought for a second, then bowed her head with a look of regret. "Snowstorm, I.... I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. If I'd known you were captured then I wouldn't have hesitated to try and rescue you. But I thought you were dead...." She let out a sob, once again burying her face in Snowstorm's night-sky fur.
After a wile, she straightened up, wiping away her tears. She smiled. "Well, we'd better go tell Silverstar that you're back. For good."
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Post by Måø§† on Apr 26, 2008 8:35:41 GMT -8
At that moment, Silverstar padded elegantly out of her den. She had intended to capture the most of the day, and steadily looked around to see an astonishing reunion. She smiled when she saw the to young warriors speaking silently, affection and regret in one another's eyes. Catching Snowstorms gaze she gave a nod, "Stoneclan is glad to have you back."
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