|
Post by L a m b on Oct 23, 2008 17:07:57 GMT -8
I will not die I'll wait here for you Fiver In this time our we loving or do we sit here wondering why this world isnt turning around
Rocking emotions follow the moon taking what's left of my soul
Emerald optics drooped, every scar seeming to have reopened leaving her pelt stained in scarlett. A hind leg dragging behind her once grand bod', skull was held limp, close to the ground, almost dragging, touching the glistening earth. grass tainted optics, once so full of life, now held nothing... Pain choose not to ease, but to delevop past white lightning to a throbbing numbness...
Pads, an ivory pillars nearly drug the calico along..Even audits seemed to droop, but rose slightly as the sound of cats came from the normally empty clearing. Nares drawing in the mixed scents of the resitance, and the Clans? Yes, perhaps she could tell them quicker then before..Hearing the lyrics of a she-cat, it came to her that they might not beleaive her...Her what if they still though of her as a traitor? Finished her off, well atleast she was here...Here to try and tell them, even though they might not listen.
Bursting through the dense shrubs into the clearling, Emerald optics fell upon all of them, wanting to yell, and scream, for many reasons, pain, defeat, the fact she had made it... Standing infront of them, optics held very little of the fire they once had contained, once brillant pelt was matted, with her own crimson blood, a back leg was twisted out, such an odd angle, useless...For the moment, perhaps forever.. Scarlett drops fell to the earth, beginging to stain....
"They, Bloodgang they'll attack tomorrow, not just with many cats, but with dogs, not normal once, large, they crave cats..."
No pause was giving between lyrics, as young cat tried to force them out in one breath, optics were dimming, but she forced herself to stay up, to look every felidae in the optics, as if daring them to speak up...A dull fire still burned in green eyes, but it was so dull, and the feline that she wanted to see did not appear to be here...Optics came to rest on Pantheress, as if daring the she-cat to doubt her....
turn your back on me
|
|
|
Post by Måø§† on Oct 26, 2008 11:32:18 GMT -8
Come along it is the break of day Surely now, you'll have some things to say It's not the time for telling tales on me
So come along, it wont be long 'Til we return happy Shut your eyes, there are no lies In this world we call sleep Let's desert this day of hurt Tomorrow we'll be free
Let's not fight I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight Don't turn away it's just there's nothing left here to say Turn around I know we're lost but soon we'll be found
The cool winds of leaf-fall curled around the now colorful forest. Like a summer pool reflecting the late green leaves still not yet fallen, eyes searched the place where Fiver stumbled.
Bandit cast a stern glance over the many Clan cats sitting before him, his voice was strong, "Get back to your Clans and rest. They will attack at nightfall tomorrow, the time of the full moon. Treat those with traveling herbs before they come and meet within Crescent meadow of Mistclan. Here we will have the largest advantage. They will reach us later and we will have a large expanse of open area to battle in. They do not know where we plan to fight, they will have the challenge of finding us. Bring herbs and store them behind the trees. All of those two young, old, or weak to fight must be brought to Mistclan camp to be protected by a number of cats and treated by a single medicine cat," Bandit nodded towards a young she-cat beside the Mistclan leader, "Falconcry.
Remember you are born to live Don’t live because you were born
When the cats murmered uneasily he went on, "We need trust, in a situation like this it is the least we can give. I know giving your old, young, and unfit cats to another Clan is hard, but we need our medicine cats to be close to the battle. We can't risk cats watching over every camp when there is an easier solution. Now go," he exchanged glances with the black she-cat beside him, his voice was stern "Prepare."
Well it's been rough but we'll be just fine Work it out yeah we'll survive You mustn't let a few bad times dictate
So come along, it wont be long 'Til we return happy Shut your eyes, there are no lies In this world we call sleep Let's desert this day of work Tomorrow we'll be free
Let's not fight I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight Don't turn away it's just there's nothing left here to say Turn around I know we're lost but soon we'll be found
~Soon We'll Be Found, Sia
|
|
|
Post by Torn on Oct 27, 2008 7:21:16 GMT -8
Mimi stared at Fiver, transfixed. She was back! But the state she was in... Fur matted with scarlet potion, bringing with it the sharp tang of blood. A broken limb at the back hung uselessly, seemingly mangled beyond repair. Gashes bled openly from side, leg, flank. Anywhere and everywhere, the blood ran. The shock of Fiver's appearance chilled her, froze her to one spot for a minute or so as Bandit spoke. None seemed to have noticed her, none helped.
The little she-cat, kit, ran over and licked her unofficial friend's nose. "Fiver," she breathed, eyes wide and sorrowful. "What have they done to you?" The horrow of BloodGang truly became real. More than when they'd stalked her in the city, more than when they'd taken the ones who tried to protect her. They might as well have killed her... "Heck, those stupid Clan cats!" She hissed, and turned around, seeking out the gaze of a silver tom, who met her gaze with steady eyes as she silently pleaded to him. His green eyes narrowed slightly before he came over and surveyed Fiver.
"Just breath easy, deep breaths, and lie down. I'll be back in a few minutes, so stay still okay?" His tone was gentle and assuring as he looked over his new patient. "Those scratches are bad, and that leg's broken for sure."
|
|
|
Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Oct 27, 2008 12:14:54 GMT -8
The enemy of your enemy is your friend. ~Copperfur~ For selfish divisions shall be forgotten beneath the blanket of a horror much worse.
My life is brilliant, my love is pure. I saw an angel, of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the subway: she was with another man. But I won't lose all my sleep all night, for I have a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place. And I don't know what to do: for I'll never be with you.
Copperfur found himself losing all though within the eyes of the black she-cat. Pantheress, that was her name. It seemed like so long ago that he had seen her crossing the border into the Gnarled Forest. Such a stunning ebonite fela now standing before him, in flesh and not in spirit. He had felt such a longing to meet her from that one night, and now he felt ashamed for being distracted by her beauty when his Clan needed him.
Yes, she caught my eye As we walked on by She could see from my face that I was flying high And I don't think that I'll see her again But we shared a moment that will last 'till the end
You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place. And I don't know what to do: for I'll never be with you.
The young she-cat bleeding on the earth drew him to her side from his pity. Mimi seemed distraught by this sudden change of events. Sniffing her side, Copperfur began to list in his head the herbs he would need to cure her. "Are you a Medicine Cat?" Copperfur turned and found himself facing Pantheress. A Tingling sensation flowed through his feet as he replied: "No, but after spending moons in the nursery I've learned some things about herbs. "Let me help," Pantheress suggested, staring sadly down at Fiver, her eyes two emerald tears. "What herbs do you need?"
You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. There must be an angel with a smile on her face. When she thought up that I should be with you. But it's time to face the truth: I will never be with you...
~James Blunt
***
Seeing that Copperfur was helping Fiver, Wrenstar found herself resting sight upon a spotted tom within The Resistance. Her ears fell to the sides of her head as she recognized Damien. "Bandit," her tone demanding and angry. "Why are you helping a traitor!? Damien attacked my deputy, and I suggest you explain why he is within your ranks."
|
|
|
Post by L a m b on Oct 27, 2008 16:39:14 GMT -8
As if I'm becoming untouchable Well content loves the silence It thrives in the dark With fine winding tendrils That strangle the heart They say that promises sweeten the blow But I don't need them, no I don't need them Fiver Oh, I need this Well is it dark enough Can you see me Do you want me Can you reach me Oh, I'm leaving You better shut your mouth And hold your breath And kiss me now And catch your death Oh, I mean this
silence forgotten missing the one i love
Grass-tinted optics fell upon the cats of the clearing once more, audits hearing the faint sounds of Bandit, dismissing the Clans, but it was nothing but a mere haze, as optics now seemed to frantically whip around the clearing...Mug parted as a scream almost hit the sullen air, but nothing came, nothing...She felt like a mere stone, watching everything dance in slow motion. The tom approaching her, and Pantheress coming up behind him...The lyrics of each just barely reached her tinted audits, as she lifted her skull which had been hung, they twisted up to meet Pantheress', mug was parted and lyrics even sounded blurred to herself.. "None, where's Match? Where's Match!" At first it was just a question, before it became a demand, optics fell back to look upon the earth, pain seared her small calico bod', but she did not seemed to care...
Though, everything seemed to be blurred to her, she heard the lyrics of another cat pass through her audits.. Why are you helping a traitor!? Damien attacked my deputy, and I suggest you explain why he is within your ranks Though she had not truely, talked to the felidae, she could still see his mangled bod' locked in her mind, is that what she looked like now? Movements so slow to her mind, but skull snapped around to face the leader that spoke.Lyrics were so harsh, and unforgiving... "LISTEN, how badly was your 'precouis' deputy hurt??Did you see what YOU FOOLISH Clan CATS DID!!! You left him to die, I might not know much, but i'm sure you would not have done that to your own kind! You sit there and complain, about a decent cat helping another, would you have thrown a fit if it was your deputy that was being helped, no....NO, you wouldn't and in this time, you do nothing but sit in complain. There are many thing I could complain about, but i don't....I can't, if I did I'd be dead...I could've stayed and bloodgang and complained about how much I was hurt, but I came here, to tell you...And now you sit here and yowl like a kit about Bandit helping Damien, knowing you would want help if it were you..." Rant of the young cat never, finsihed as optics shut, and three fairly good pillars gave way, small bod' collasped to the ground, Legs stretched away from her bod', mug parted momentarily, and a word was mouthed...Match...Mind was let free to run into the darkness, Pain riveting through herself, but in her mind..All she could see was Match...
|
|
|
Post by Torn on Oct 28, 2008 12:40:30 GMT -8
"None, where's Match? Where's Match!" Mimi's eyes clouded with pity. "Fiver, no don't talk." It was too late... the words she'd had to say had sparked something off in her own mind. Just what?
Fiver began to rant, rage rippling through her injured body. Mimi fretted, darting back and forth unsurely as she gave a Clan leader, of all cats, the very sharpest tip of her tounge.
But then it had stopped as soon as it had begun. Lying so still
Her face crumpled. Realisation flooded through her body, like being suddenly thrown into a lake where she could see underwater, and it was so much clearer: Fiver loved Match. But so did she. Biting her lip, she felt a spurt of blood escape from under a pointed fang, dripping onto the ground and scattering into the pool of Fiver's. There was so much confusion in her world right now - protest against the unfairness of it all, misunderstanding of what she really felt, slabs of a little jealously and not knowing quite why she was so young, yet feeling all like this. All instincts screamed to run into the forest.
But as her gaze returned to the still Fiver, sense kept her rooted to the spot. "Match." She called, looking up at the young tom. It hurt, but there was nothing she could do. "Come here - she needs you." She gestured with her tail, still staring. It hurt and hurt through these new lenses, instead of the view of the ignorant, but just like new contact lenses, it just took some getting used to. And it was all for the better.
"He's here Fiver. Come on, stay with us. You can do it - I know you can." She was seven moons old again. "You can... honestly, honestly. We need you."
|
|
|
Post by Måø§† on Oct 28, 2008 17:27:00 GMT -8
A man that won’t die for something is not fit to live. ~MLK
A retort mingled on the tip of Bandit's tongue but he bit it make politely. Wrenstar's demanding gaze bore into him but he stood erect. From behind within the shade, Fiver rose to her paws. Her voice was strong despite her mangled state. Crimson blood seeped through her tender wounds, clotting and matting her ivory and sun-kissed fur. Her words were full of unbridled power, standing up for a cat she didn't even know, but one she could relate to.
Bandit caught her eye as she spoke, thanking but warning her to be careful. He watched as she collapsed, quickly aided by Pantheress and Copperfur. From a distance Damien observed the night-colored she-cat, eyes portraying an image of the mind that slipped away everytime he tried to grasp it. He admired the complicated bond tying the two together, knitting chemistry between strong pillars of personality.
He fixed his gaze upon Wrenstar once more, "Damien did not chose to come here, the night he was banished from your forest he went looking for Seth, his father. He came to us in poor state like the brave she-cat you see before you," he gestured to Fiver, "he is healing. He will help us defeat Seth, but I assure you, turning against and defeating his father is much more than we can ask of him."
The moon-kissed tabby scanned the cats still before him. His eyes cut through a silent cream-masked tabby with eyes like of ocean. She sat within Stoneclans ranks, her gentle yet fixed gaze everything like her personality. His eyes faltered; issuing a numb apology.
You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore. ~Columbus
|
|
|
Post by Silver on Oct 28, 2008 18:35:43 GMT -8
(Ahh! So slow to respond -___- Sorry guys!! And btw, since when was Match here? I thought he was sleeping somewhere. Oh well >w< Just a warning, he's still clueless about Fiver and Mimi's feelings) Cinderstar eyed Bandit warily, keeping her gaze from straying to the bloody rouge. Yes, she had agreed to follow the resistance, and the crippled figure only amplified her worry, but what of this nonsense about sheltering the weak and old in her camp? Of making the battle grounds on her territory? She had not agreed to that, let alone had the thought even hinted to her. Though her pelt prickled with defiance, she kept her lips sealed. Of course, it all made logical sense. It always had to make sense. "Bandit," she drawled, trying to keep the impatients from her voice. "Though I agree with you on matters of the battle, I think it is unwise to leave Falcondance alone to tend to the others wounds. If things turn out as we think they will, we will haze dozens of cats requiring immediate medical attention. I think any cat who has knowledge of herbs and remides should stay back and help after the battle... and I would greatly appriciate it if you informed me of any furture plans that invole members of my Clan, or it' territory, Bandit," she finished. Now that her main matter had been settled, so could do nothing to keep her eyes from drifted to the mangled mess that had stumbled into the clearing. Several cats were crouched over her many hued body, murmuring to one another. A defiant shrieking split the still night air, screaming bloody murder about someone named Match, before whirling to Wrenstar, fury burning in her dulling eyes. Even Cinderstar, who was normally always calm and relaxed, flattened her ears against her head. The poor creature; she could be no older than an apprentice, and yet she had a look about her that screamed that she had seen far more than even the most bloodthirsty warrior should ever have too. StarClan, wiether that rouge believes in your exsistance or not, help her. Send her someone, anyone, who can heal her pain, to sooth her broken soul. Their all so young, mother. They should not have to be here, she prayed, turning her head away in shame. "Where's Match? Where's Match!"
The screamed demand shattered the air. On the far end of the clearing, a small dark body jumped to it's feet, having been dozing lightly just moments before. As his optics scanned the clearing, he saw a site that made his young heart skip a beat. "Come here-She needs you,"
Confused and afraid, the dark tabby tom bolted across the clearing. As he approached, his beat-skipping heart now lodged itself in his thoart, cutting of his breath. Hesistantly, he padded over to the she-cat, looking bewilderedly at the surrounded cats. He scanned each pair of eyes, searching for an answer to his unspoken question. Why? As Match crouched down beside Fiver, he could only hear Mimi's whispered words. "I-I'm right here Fiver. What did you need me for?" he murmured. Slowly, he began to rasp his tounge over the open wounds on her shoulders, cleaning away the blood. For the moment in time, Match was not aware of his surroundings, but at the injuried she-cat by his feet, who had called for him, and him alone. For a while, he could only focus on the she-cat named Fiver, who had, not long ago, nearly ripped him to shreds. Who, until only recently, was a stranger to him. "Fiver, what do you need?" he asked, his voice harsh as he tried to imagine what had happened to his friend. His tounge moved to lick her head, trying to sooth her.
|
|
|
Post by L a m b on Nov 11, 2008 17:40:57 GMT -8
So you found out today your live's not the same.. Well it's not so bad y'all Together we all fall just as long as we get up will stand tall i'm hitting back ya'll kicking these four walls just as hard as I can 'til I can't crawl Fiver I know we have giving all that we can give when there's nothing to lean on well i remember this all we make of this lifetime is always here within and remebering that's why....
frantically clutching words that can't make me live but words that will push me on 'til I die
Lulling sleep, that pushed the young felidae farther and farther away from the light, down into the darkness. Optics once more fell upon the green twisted forest, glowing of unspeakable dasrkness. Yet, the whispering in the bushes made the she-cat's ivory laden skull turn. Pads amazingly perfect, pillar not broken, followed the whispering. Audits strainging to catch the hushed voices, that called to her. Until, suddenly she was falling paws touching nothing, but the darkness of her mind... Gentle rasps of a tounge, falling over the drowning bod' that she called her's...Emerald optics left shut, audits listening, listening..Match, it dawned slowly on darkened mind, Match, was here..His lyrics still seemed far away, every voice, the whispers were still there, but not as loud..Mug parted, letting chocking lyrics bleed into the frozen air... "Match..I need you..." Jaw left open, no lyrics coming forth now...Butthoughts were wild...Knowning, what she feared... Seth had saved her, and she truly did not want it to come to what she knew it would have too...Seth couldn't live could he...But if it came to it, would she let the cat kill him..Shiver racked trhough bod'..Til lyrics once more reached the air... "The dogs Match, The dogs..But Seth didn't do it, he didn't push me, no one did..Match h-He saved me..." Optics opened, to look up into his, pleading, almost screaming, Look to them..Wanting to tell him, how much she needed him, but not being able too..... We Should Never Give In
|
|
|
Post by Silver on Nov 26, 2008 21:15:32 GMT -8
Cinderstar could no longer sit still. She stood and paced, Willowear's steady eyes following her uneasy movements. The other leaders were so quiet; did they have nothing to say? Or were they thinking of the future to come? She gazed across the clearing at the group of Resistance cat. None of them seemed much older than some of Mistclans apprentices, and some certainly looked to have never so much as bared their teeth, much less were prepared to fight a surely epic battle. How much time did they have to whip these loners into shape? Weeks? Days? Willowears rose shakily to his paws. He was getting up there in age, almost ready to claim the title of oldest elder in Mistclan. He padded slowly over to the group of loners, despite his daughter's protest. He was tired of listening to whispers; he needed to know more. Clearly, Bandit and Pantheress were ignoring the wounded she-cat for a reason. He sat beside a young tom, who seemed to be the most distressed. To Willowears, these cats were no more than kits taught to fear the world. He paused at the edge of the group, listening to the she-cat's strangled words. "Hear that, Bandit? Sounds like this Seth is starting to have a change of heart," he called. The tom looked up, surprised. "What's your name, son?" he murmured.
"Match...sir. I'm Match," he whispered. The old cat who sat beside him smelled faintly of trees mixed with fish and a cooling breeze off a lake. The dark grey she-cat across the clearing, whom Bandit had called Cinderstar, was hurrying over. Clearly, this old tom must be important if even the leader was concerned about him. The grey she-cat-- Cinderstar-- bent over to sniff Fiver warily. "Bandit! Fiver needs help, now!" he yowled, growing impatient. Why was everyone ignoring Fiver? She was obviously dilusional and needed some medical attention. He stroked her with his tail again, purring encouragingly while he rasped his tounge over her ears. When he glanced at her face again, he was startled but the depth and intensity in her eyes. For a moment, he looked away, just get out of the burning gaze of those eyes. "Im right here, Fiver. What do you need?" he asked burying his face in her fur.
|
|
|
Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Nov 28, 2008 12:04:06 GMT -8
Why is it that death rhymes with breath... ~Pantheress~ And life rhymes with knife?
Just is the stem of approaching dreams Curling 'round my mind like a vine Slowing draining life from my soul Is this what it's like to die? To be trapped forever within a dream? I cannot escape the light that swallows me up. Down. Down. Down.
The water cascading from the damp pieces of green sponge washed away the flowing blood, allowing Copperfur to untangle calico and white fur from around the wounds. The flesh around one of the deep bites was already infected, and gave off a sickly scent of rotting crowfood. Was Fiver already dead? No. Her chest continued to rise and fall, like the wind through a canopy of forest leaves. Copperfur turned Fiver so her mouth faced toward the ground, so that if she vomited blood she would not drown in it. I gave a soft apology to Fiver as my claws began to cut away the dead flesh from the living, agony reflected in her young eyes. Along with love. And trust.
I began to chew a goldenrod plant into a pulp, spreading it thickly around the rips in her body. I could feel her small body shudder, spasm, then continue to breath as Match comforted her. I felt a beat of affection toward the brave young tom. When Copperfur returned with so much cobwebs it seemed he had white fur instead of copper, I wrapped them tightly and carefully around the Goldenrod-smothered wounds. I let Fiver lay upon her side, face still turned toward the earth but head lying comfortably upon a bed of moss and feathers.
I had done all I could. And as I washed the blood from my paws I noted that now it was all up to Fiver. She had lost so much blood... would she be strong enough to pull through? I felt a brush of fur against my side and was flooded with the scent of a cat who smelled of Mountains and sadness. "Seth will pay for this," vowed Damien. "He must be stopped before he hurts anyone else." I nodded numbly, Fiver's words returning to me as they had slid past while I was struggling to save her life.
'The dogs Match, The dogs..But Seth didn't do it, he didn't push me, no one did..Match h-He saved me...' This seemed to twist everything I thought I knew about Seth. He was a bloodthirsty murderer. Yet, he had saved a young she-cat from certain death. My emerald eyes lifted to the moon glowing brightly above, a tint of crimson to the surface. I recalled when I had been out for revenge, mistreated by kin and dying of grief. Had I been the villain then? I began to wonder if there was a secret to Seth. No cat is born evil. I wonder who made him this way...
|
|
|
Post by Torn on Nov 30, 2008 9:41:10 GMT -8
Mimi rolled her eyes, bringing back the normality into her situation. "What do you think, mousebrain? She needs you." Mimi looked at Match, a cheeky eyebrow raised as she smiled at him, sadness under lying the depths of her optics. Would it stay?
You'll get over it.
But what if she didn't? It wasn't fair, that as soon as she realised she loved him, she realised someone else had to love him too? Frowning, the cream she-cat's lips drew back in a slight snarl, before dropping again as she watched Fiver, and the tom taking bits out of her.
It hurt to watch - it was like she was a mere piece of prey, and he was picking out the bits he didn't want to eat. Shuddering, she watched as the blood came forth even more from her friend's wounds. The cobwebs were stained with blood as Pantheress spread them across the wounds - her whole pelt, until she looked a little like she was a fly. All these things were death - a coincidence? She prayed to whoever was out there that it was so - she would survive, she had to.
But the blood bathed her paws, lapping hungrily at the sticky fur on her paws, swirling around her long, white claws turning them a deep, rich scarlet. She stared at it, her mind flashing images at her, none of which belonged to her. She would make this blood around her paws that of the ones who did this to her. Seth...
'The dogs Match, The dogs..But Seth didn't do it, he didn't push me, no one did..Match h-He saved me...'
He saved her? Dogs? Her cream pelt bristled as she thought of the slavering, fearsome creatures that could snap a cat's spine in one sickening crunch. But Seth, he hadn't done it. But the stories against him - they'd told of a blood thirsty murderer, power crazed. Could this be a good cat, that just did the wrong things at the wrong times, to the wrong beings? Frowning with confusion, she slumped down on the opposite side of Fiver, staring with clouded eyes at Match opposite her, but not really seeing him.
Match looked down at Fiver, looking after her. The blue eyes narrowed, despite herself. If that had happened to her, would he look after her? Blinking, she imagined it. And it was sweetest - having someone love her - if only a delusion. It wasn't only Fiver to was imagining stupid things - her mind was joining in too.
Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.
|
|
|
Post by L a m b on Dec 1, 2008 18:09:42 GMT -8
Losing my site losing my mind wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Nothing'd alright nothing is fine I'm running and I'm Fiver Crying
If i give up tonight will everyone be alright If I turned and left. would I ever know..
Pain, nothing more then the undaunty river, hidden behind a dam..but the dam had burst.It took hold as they attempted to stop the crimson flood, that was turning scarlet..Skull stayed where it had been layed, teeth gritted together. Audits flickering back as the voices just barely made there way into them. WAnting to yowl, and scream, knowning that many thoiught this part was just a figment of her imagination, but no it was real, real as..NO much more real then the pain she felt. Light hued optics were shuht, so tight....The pain from the wounds as they were cleaned grewm but that was not where the pain came from, though she was just being picked away like a mere toy that she had seen actaul kitty-pets play with..IT was the now crushed thing that served as her hind pillar..Mug finally parted but nothing could make it's way out her dryed crimson tainted mouth..OPtics flew open, before they shut...Looking at the movement, seeing nothing but a blur..Nothing..there was nothing..
UNFIN
|
|
|
Post by Måø§† on Dec 2, 2008 20:00:36 GMT -8
It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. ~JK Rowling
Undergrowth parted behind the many cats to reveal two dissimiliar silhuettes. One of firey rowan fur and light green eyes like the beginning of the new-leaf. The other broad and tall with a sleek jet-black figure and eyes of icey green. Both pushed their way over to the small crowd circling the wounded she cat. They stopped a tails length away, both demanding Bandits attention.
The larger one stepped forward, coal-black pelt seeping in with the shadows, piercing green eyes beckoning the silver tom forward, "I understand that you need help training these cats," he swept his gaze over the many untrained cats behind him, "and I believe that we could be part of this solution. Both I and my friend have listened to this gathering. We have both barely escaped the clutches of Bloodgang and wish to join The Resistance," his voice was rough and confident.
Bandit studied the two large cats before him. He caught Pantheress's glance but only nodded. He knew she did not like the idea of trusting any cat who confronted him, but at this point they needed to train the cat's they had gathered together. The Resistance had days...hours, but certainly not weeks. Bloodgang had everything they would need together and organised, timing was their only doubt. "Surely the Resistance would at the least like being introduced to you. I am Bandit."
The fire pelted tom stepped forward, a streak of silvery black raced down from forehead to tail-tip, rowan masking his face and spreading over sides and a light orange cream flanking his underside and neck. His voice was young and rough, "I am Casey," he nodded towards his dark companion, "This is Night," his eyes drifted back to Bandit, "I reassure you that we can do out best. We both can fend for ourselves to the point of defeating Bloodgang recruits."
Bandit nodded, "I will trust you can teach our cats to defend and attack. You must be quick but thorough, we have only days if not--"
He was interupted by an excited gasp. An elegant figure weaved and pushed her way forward from Mistclan, chocolate eyes clouded and confused. Sunwing approached Casey, forgetting an audience stood watching. "Rowanpaw? No it can't be," her voice was like fresh honey oozing from honeycomb lips, yet sadness welled from it's depths
The fire-pelted cat stood rigid yet unmoved as he studied the young deputy. Suddenly his stance relaxed and matched the uncontrollable trembling Sunwing possesed. "Sunpaw? No. Sun..."
"Sunwing, It's Sunwing now," she buried her face into the young toms pelt fiercely.
Bandit exchanged a confused glance with Pantheress.
Sunwing stepped back abruptly, "Everything has changed -" she paused, staying at the young tom. "It's Casey, Rowanpaw is long gone," he spoke of his name with longing. The deputy look towards Bandit, happiness brimming through every movement among the darker times surrounding her, "Bandit...everyone...this is my brother Casey," she smiled timidly.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving. ~Einstien
|
|
|
Post by Silver on Dec 3, 2008 18:18:06 GMT -8
Cinderstar jumped up when the bushes rustled, her fur bristling. BloodGang couldn't have found them already? She refused to relax as two toms entered the clearing, their movements smooth and graceful. "Sunwing! What are you doing here? I thought I asked you to stay back at camp," she meowed, cautiously padding toward the group. She eyed the two toms warily, coming to stand beside her deputy. Rowanpaw... Rowanpaw... she pondered, trying to remember the young apprentice. She had just left the apprentice den herself, if she remembered correctly. "We haven't seen you in a while... Casey," she said cooly, still summing the tom up. He really did look like Sunwing, so she couldn't deny the family resemblance. But was this really the missing apprentice from so long ago? Willowears too, had turned his attention from the wounded she-cat, watching both toms curiously.
Lilian slide in next to Pantheress. "I'm here if you need me. Is there anything I can do to help? I don't know the land well, but I could search for some Adder's Bark, or some Belan. There was even this wonderful plant up in the mountains we used, Aloe, and I swore I saw some entering the forest a couple of days ago. I could try and find it again. I don't suppose you'd have any Aspen tree bark handy, would you? The poor child needs some, I believe..." she chittered. Lilian was so realived to have thought of training herself in some healing herbs before leaving. It seemed like this place would need every cat if could get soon. She glanced up when her creamy ears picked up some rustling. Looking up, she watch the little scene unfold. Oh my... those are some handsome toms, she thought, her skin warming under her plush fur, despite the bitterly cold night air.
|
|