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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jun 14, 2008 11:10:14 GMT -8
I'm a new soul, I came to this strange world, Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take. But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear, Finding myself making every possible mistake.
See, I'm a young soul in this very strange world, Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake. But why all this hate? try to communicate, Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
This is a happy end, Cause you don't understand, Everything you have done. Why's everything so wrong?
This is a happy end... Come and give me your hand. I'll take you far away.
I'm a new soul, I came to this strange world, Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take. But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear, Finding myself making every possible mistake.
-New Soul- by Yael Naim
From the glaucous eyes of ~Pantheress~ Why's everything so wrong? Try to sing your own song.
An ebony-coated shape burst into the Stone Hollow, breaths echoing through the trees and wrapping around my paws. The entire trek across Echoclan territory had been terrifying, and when the patrol spotted us, I was sure we'd get caught. But at least we escaped from BloodGang's clutches of death. They were sure to be searching for us, and what better place to hide than in the very center of Clan territory? The bushes rustled behind me, and I turned my emerald gaze to see Slvana and Match emerge, their breaths, like mine, coming in gasping rasps from the run. Match's wounds had been re-opened, and was bleeding is a scarlet stream.
I padded to the edge of the hollow, and returned with Marigold clamped between my jaws. I used a water soaked moss-ball to clean the wound before applying the Marigold and wrapping it with cobwebs. I then settled into the grass in the hollow-clearing and caught my breath, the adrenaline slowly dissolving from my blood and brain. What would become of us? We were being searched for. Fugitives. I sighed and shook my head. My pretty, ebonite face twisted in confusion and lost hope. Then the bushes rustled again. I felt my fur stand on end, and sprang to my paws. From within the depths of the bushes emerged a silver tom. His ice-stained eyes racked across the clearing.
I bared my teeth and unsheathed my claws, but didn't attack. The tom didn't smell of BloodGang. He smelled more like a loner. I sheathed my claws and cocked my head. What did the tom want?
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Post by Rose on Jun 15, 2008 8:42:31 GMT -8
Slvana followed Pantheress, her paws sore from running for what seemed like forever. She blinked, her firey eyes dulled by exaustion. To her immense relief, she realized that they must be stopping. "Here?" She called, voice echoing. Before her companions could answer, another rustling came from the bushes. As a tom stepped out the she-cat growled, low and unheard. He was not of BloodGang, that was for sure. His pelt was free of the junkyard stench. But then, who was he? "Who are you?" She called, voice wary as she sheathed her sharp claws. No fighting was needed yet.
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Post by Silver on Jun 15, 2008 12:49:57 GMT -8
Match stumbled in after the she-cats. He was gasping for air, and he could feel fresh blood gushing from his wounds. The adrenaline drained from his small body, making him collapse in exhaustion. From battling, to hiding, to spiriting for his life. He was only 8 moons old for the star's sake! When Pantheress and Slvana jumped to attention, Match didn't move a muscle. He suddenly remembered Mimi, and hoped she had gotten away safely. He also wondered where Alley was right now. Had she stayed to look for him, or had she gone home? Maybe the whole family was looking for him. He could only imagine their thoughts and expressions if they saw him now. Match managed to turn his head to see the new-comer, before the edges of his vision started turning black. "Oh lovely!" he whispered, before blacking out.
(oh dear... I wasn't planning that X3)
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Post by Måø§† on Jun 17, 2008 11:44:08 GMT -8
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very mad world mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very mad world ... world Enlarge your world Mad world
By Gary Jules From the murky depths of the cold day Bandit could scent the mysterious she-cat without even knowing her. Pantheress. Silver coat glistening against the pale moon climbing higher and higher into the sky, he set his icy gaze upon the bold she-cat. Her figure was strong, yet her heaving chest emphasized her tired state, her pelt was scratched and her muscles tense, yet Bandit knew the facade was deceiving, Pantheress was never too tired to act it.
Although she held her gaze upon Bandit, another cat entered, surprised by finding the beautiful she-cat. The she-cat now examining the scene with large copper eyes questioned him, her silver and black marked pelt slightly resembling Bandits own. Behind Pantheress a small tabby tom fell unconscious, his weary position and bleeding battle wounds too much for him to handle. He needed help, and if help was the only way Bandit could get Pantheress to join the Resistance, he would. He could be a gentleman, but with effort. In truth, Bandit was all but a city rogue with strong beliefs.
Bandit's deep yet still young voice echoed through the large and no longer empty hollow, setting his intense gaze upon the young silver she-cat he answered here question, "Bandit," but he continued, fervent eyes upon Pantheress now.
"Pantheress, I need your help. Bloodgang has gotten farther than I thought possible. Loners and rogues who refuse and escape their hold must take cover, Bloodgang will find them again. Together, with your help, we can build a movement. Not only do the loners and rogues need help, but the Clans do not accept the possibility, if they fail to take precaution, they will easily be destroyed. Together we can nourish and heal cats," Bandit gestured to the young tabby-tom behind Pantheress, " It won't be a Clan, but a system, a body of cats with the same ambition; safety and rebellion if necessary," his gaze powerfully set upon the black she-cat, Bandit took a step forward, "The Resistance."
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jun 17, 2008 12:11:42 GMT -8
The young are foolish, And strive to rebel. The old are ghoulish, As the living dwell. Give me the chance, I will take it. For I am the young, the unwise. When my choice is based upon wit, It tends to promise my demise.
From the emerald orbs of ~Pantheress~ Let the revolution begin...
'It won't be a Clan, but a system, a body of cats with the same ambition; safety and rebellion if necessary... The Resistance'
Ebonite fur slowly caressed by the warm breeze, I narrowed my viridesent gaze as the silver tom, Bandit, spoke. His offer sounded awfully like that of Seth's. Promising a chance for a better life. But Bandit's was different. Instead of offering a new life, one of confinement and cruelty, it offered a chance to stop that new life. The chance to help save cats rather than kill them. With hopes so low, this offer sounded almost too good to be true. I didn't know Bandit, but something about his steady gaze made me trust him. I saw myself reflected in his frigid depths. A cat who wanted a new life that helped other cats, rather than harming them.
I knew why he wanted my help. I was well known among the loners and rogues, and well respected. Not all the cats may listen to Bandit, but they'll listen to me. I dragged my spheres of vision away from his sharp soul-windows. To stop Seth was all I wanted. To prove to Mistclan that I've changed is what I've desired. By joining The Resistance, I could achieve both.
I locked gazes with both Slvana and Match, then stepped toward him. My glaucous gaze steady and confident, I replied: "I'm not sure about Slvana and Match, they must decide for themselves. Count me in, Bandit. I've wanted this option my entire life. What took you so long?" My eyes glinted with happiness and humor as I padded to his side.
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Post by Måø§† on Jun 17, 2008 12:41:40 GMT -8
Things are only beautiful if you love them. 'Count me in, Bandit. I've wanted this option my entire life. What took you so long?
A small smile crossed Bandit's face, his cold blue eyes glinting as the cool wind curled around his figure. Nodding in appreciation Bandit's spirit lifted in hope. There was a chance, and although they would never have enough cats as Bloodgang, he and those who fought could help those who needed it. Bandit was determined to help this forest for what was right.
The black she-cat padded lightly to his side, and Bandit excused himself to the young tabby-toms side. He was unconscious. Licking the budding fighters wounds, the gentleness that had stayed cooped within him came forward. This cat would have a choice, but he needed aiding, fast. Turning quietly to stare at the silver she-cat who had stumbled upon them his voice became powerful, "We need cobweb and golden rod," he didn't are wether or not the she-cat was with him or not, the thought of ordering Pantheress around sent a shiver down his spine. His side or not, her actions were unpredictable.
Where had she come from? What was her past, and why did she bother saving these cats? Bandit felt an urge to ask her about her past, but he would remain fair, she knew nothing about him, he would know nothing about her. Eyes on the dark forest ahead, secrecy was the element of all goodness; even beauty was a mystery. "We must find more cats, but first we must clear out the abandoned twoleg barn, collect herbs, set a base. If Seth finds out about this he will forge an attack before we are ready," keeping his eyes set in the distance he continued, "I don't know what is ambitions are. Maybe I don't want to know, he seems deeper than his appearance. He may have greed, but it must be greater than that," Bandit studied Pantheress, "I intend to find out."
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2008 13:09:11 GMT -8
He could feel something. He could see nothing, and hear only murmeredd words that he didn't understand, but he felt the pain. He felt pain, he felt the fatigue that burned his body... and he could feel the gentle licking of a stranger, cleaning his bloody wounds. The blackness the shielded his eyes turned to gray. He could sense shadows and changes of light, yet he still couldn't see. The licking continued, followed by commands. The words were getting clearer to Match now. Cobwebs and golden rod, a tom had said. A tom? But didn't he escape with two she-cats? He know remembered the silver figure that entered their shelter before he fainted. This must be him. Match stuggled to gain full conciouness, but his body refused to fully awaken. At least my head is clear, and I can hear, he sighed. Aloud, unknown to him.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jun 18, 2008 11:56:46 GMT -8
I walk a lonely road, The only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, But it's home to me and I walk alone.
I walk this empty street, On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Where the city sleeps, and I'm the only one and I walk alone.
I walk alone... I walk alone.
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating. Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me. 'Til then I walk alone.
I walk alone... I walk alone.
I'm walking down the line, That divides me somewhere in my mind. On the border line, Of the edge and where I walk alone.
Read between the lines, What's messed up and everything's alright. Check my vital signs, To know I'm still alive and I walk alone.
I walk alone... I walk alone.
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone
I walk alone... I walk alone.
I walk this empty street, On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Where the city sleeps, And I'm the only one and I walk alone.
I walk alone... I walk alone.
-Boulevard of Broken Dreams- by Greenday
From the azure depths of ~Damien~ As long as I walk alone, my heart will be sheathed by stone.
Every beat of his traitorous heart sent a wave of agonizing pain through his limbs and body. His face was twisted in a grimace, his teeth clenched and teal glare shut tight. He wished the end would come. He just wanted it to end, to become but a distant nightmare. He didn't want to face the truth. He had failed. How long had he lain there? Days? Moons? Since the gathering, he had slowly been losing blood. The sticky, scarlet drops knotted his fur and created a rotting smell like crowfood. Which is what he had become. Each breath rasped and cracked with lack of water, and his skin pulled away from his bones to reveal a complex array of ribs. He hadn't made it out of Clan territory. He had just been wandering in circles for days, his mind falling further and further into the soft darkness of sleep.
He had failed to create an alliance with the Clans. He had failed to help Fala. He had failed to leave Clan territory, as the leaders had so ordered. And, most of all, he had failed to complete his deepest desire... to kill his father... Seth. Now he lay sprawled upon the earth, covered with twigs and leaves and slowly becoming a part of the forest. The ferns covered him with their fanning leaves like warm paws that blotted out the sun. He wanted so much to leave his pitiful state, but his heart kept on beating, and his breath repeating. He had hoped he could die in the mountains, buried beside his mother. But the forest had already made it's claim, and waited patiently for his body to become lifeless.
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From the viridescent gaze of ~Pantheress~ The boundaries of good and evil have long since been forgotten.
As Slvana padded off to look for herbs, I figured I might as well look around. I had never visited the Stone Hollow as a Clan cat, but I tried to imagine what a gathering might look like. An ocean of colorful pelts moving in unison, bright optics directed toward the moon, pelt bathed in moonlight. I padded across the hollow to the largest stone upon which the leaders presented Clan news. I drew in the scent of the four Clans mixed together, but caught something I didn't expect. It was a different scent. A strange scent that smelled not of Clans, loners, or kittypets. It wasn't badger or rabbit... but something else. It was a cat scent that didn't belong. It smelled of the same faintness of the Clan's during the gathering. Below the stone, was a small trace of blood. What had happened? Had there been a fight during the gathering?
One of the foreign scents carried the blood, so it must've been injured. I followed it across the clearing and up the side of the hollow. I pushed my ebonite face into the bushes, black fur glinting with a summer silver. I was blasted with the foreign scent, strong and fresh, but almost drowned out by the sickly presence of blood. The scent came in layers, like the cat had passed here many times as if wandering in circles. Had the cat been lost? I padded forward, following the blood-scent until it was almost unbearable. The ferns slicked my fur with dew, and my emerald vision searched the forest for the cat. I took another step, and almost tripped over something. I gasped as my paws parted the ferns to reveal a tom blanketed in blood. I would have not doubted him dead if his chest was not rising and falling in a desperate pattern.
Gripping his matted scruff between my jaws, I dragged him back toward the clearing. He seemed to be unconscious, but let out a small groan when his legs dropped from the side of a log. I backed into the clearing, the tom's matted pelt leaving a crimson trail upon grass blades. Heaving the tom into the center of the clearing, I desperately began to lick the blood from his fur. I cleared away a section of his flank, and almost stumbled backward in surprise. The tom's fur was banded and spotted. A pattern I had seen only upon one other cat... Seth.
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Post by Måø§† on Jun 19, 2008 12:17:03 GMT -8
(I am happy, I am, I am happy) (I Have a Dream) I got a Dream (That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out out (That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out out (That One Day ) We gonna work it out (I Have a Dream) I got a Dream (That One Day) We gonna work it out out out (That one day) We gonna work it out out out (That one day) We gonna work it out out (I have a Dream) I got a Dream (That one day) That one day (That One Day) I'ma look deep within myself gotta find a way... (I Have a Dream) My Dream Is To Be Free My Dream Is To Be My Dream Is To Be My Dream Is To Be Free
In search of brighter days, I ride through the maze of the madness, Struggle is my address, where pain and crack lives, Gunshots comin' from sounds of Blackness, Given this game with no time to practice, Born on the Black list, told I'm below average, A life with no cabbage, That's no money if you from where I'm from, Funny, I just want some of your sun, Dark clouds seem to follow me, Alcohol that my pops swallowed bottled me, No apology, I walk with a boulder on my shoulder, It's a Cold War- I'm a colder soldier, Hold the same fight that made Martin Luther the King, I ain't usin' it for the right thing, In between Lean and the fiends, hustle and the schemes, I put together pieces of a Dream I still have one
I have a Dream…
The world's seen me lookin' in the mirror, Images of me, gettin' much clearer, Dear Self, I wrote a letter just to better my soul, If I don't express it then forever I'll hold, inside I'm from a side where we out of control, Rap music in the 'hood played a fatherly role, My story's like yours, yo it gotta be told, Tryna make it from a gangsta to a godlier role, Read scrolls and stow slaves, And Jewish people in cold cage, Hate has no color or age, flip the page, Now my rage became freedom, Writin' dreams in the dark, they far but I can see 'em, I believe in Heaven more than Hell, Blessings more than jail, In the ghetto let love prevail, With a story to tell, my eyes see the glory and well, The world waitin' for me to yell "I Have a Dream" I have a Dream… A Dream, By Common in Freedom Writers.[/center] She padded silently through the dense tumble of undergrowth and trees. They were so unlike her home, the forest was no home to those who have adapted to the cold open world of the mountains. She missed her tribe so dearly, yet she had a choice. Now she wished she had never given them up, these cats would never believe strangers, what was she thinking? That cats she had never even seen would trust her…
Above the clouds seemed to have disappeared in the thick cloak of night, the prey was silent accept for the coo of a youthful and inexperienced jay just every so often, or the scuttle of a newly waken mouse. Suddenly the night did not seem to fearless, was it only the word that brought the fear? Sighing oh so softly, Fala crept low to the earth, belly so close to scraping its moist surface. A small shrew walked cautiously only a fox-length in-front of her, so foolish. But the peaceful state didn’t last long, and soon Fala was swamped with worries and doubts. She had believed Damien could get through this successfully, but when the final moment came she had to let go of that last string of hope. He had been so helpful, a friend, a companion during their journey, but was he really that different than his father? Was she? Should she have abandoned him, left him there to fend for himself with Seth wandering the forest? A wave of panic suddenly swept over her, her eyes wide she missed the young shrew by far. Even a tender-paw from her tribe could have caught such easy prey, her no longer tribe. But quickly she let all of her anger and doubts release into the fresh atmosphere in a long and forceful sigh. Was it all worth worrying about? But it was worth it.
Fala had no idea what territory she was in anymore, was she even in a territory? The answer came quickly when the almost too memorable clearing surrounded with towering stones approached her paws. But something seemed off. Scents from deep within the crisp and open clearing raced to her nostrils, the familiar scent of scarlet blood and gaping wounds, but even more so her companion. Damien! Fur standing on end and eyes wide with shock, the beautiful black she-cat stepped into the shadows of the hollow. The dark light seemed to caress her powerful and sleek figure, hoping to stay hidden she crouched low, watching the devastating scene before her eyes.
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Post by Silver on Jun 20, 2008 12:34:05 GMT -8
Match continued to fight against the blackness. Bit by bit, all his senses were coming back. The pain wasn't as intense, but still hurt. He could hear and smell fairly well, and most of the things said did register in his brain. But he still couldn't see or move, and his tongue felt dry and heavy. "Muh!" he managed once. No had seemed to hear him. After a while, he gave up trying to talk and relaxed. He listened to what Pantheress and this Bandit were talking about. A Resistance? How on earth were they going to get enough cats to make a 'resistance'? He probably wouldn't heal from these wounds for about a moon, and even then he'd be a little stiff afterword. As he pondered this, he heard Pantheress slip off. After a few moments, the vile scent of blood reached him, even fresher than his own. It burned his nose, telling him someone was far more seriously hurt then even he was. Again, he tried to fight the dark, but it held firm. He imagined himself ramming against the blank wall, every time succeeding in something he didn't care about. But behind the smell of blood, he could scent something else. Someone? Yes, there was another cat nearby. Match tried to alert the others, but all that came out was, "Caw!" He tried to wiggle to his feet, but pain rocketed through him, so he slumped back down. "Thar...some...caw...oher..." he muttered. Being knocked out was highly infuriating.
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Post by L a m b on Jun 21, 2008 17:56:53 GMT -8
Ok not trying to copy, but I want to do the whole song thing really fast..
We walk like soldiers now, Hands at our sides, And my tongue's glued in my mouth, As we fall in line... I've tried to make a stand, To no avail, My words are made of sand, And thought unreal... Bound here by these chains, Save yourself 'cause, I can't lead the change Fight your own wars! I will not call out to you With deaf ears you'll hear me, Blindly we all follow you, As you lead us to die... Lead us to die, Don't let me die. As if we're all too shy, And part of the crowd, They let our voices die, Without a sound. You just ask me to make sure that Everything's OK... But I am no savior here, It doesn't matter what I say... Bound here by these chains, Save yourself 'cause, I can't lead the change Fight your own wars! I will not call out to you With deaf ears you'll hear me, Blindly we all follow you, As you lead us to die... I will not call out to you With deaf ears you'll hear me, Blindly we all follow you, As you lead us to die... Lead us to die, Don't let me die The Deaf Leading the Blind..Flatlined Angels, they fell first but I'm still hereFiverWounded is the deer that leaps highest And my wound it cuts so deep Turn off the light and let me pull the plugTRAITOR one who turns their back one who ignores others for the better of them self To weak to care.. Prove them wrong Their scent was close, if she was found, she'd be killed they'd be killed it would have to be quick.. Her steps were soft, her tail drooping, they were close, yet she couldn't find them, and if she didn't hurry she'd be discovered.. Fiver's small crimson smeared bod' stumbled into the clearing, grass hued optics, were glazed over with a blank look, a look of one that had given up, one in fear, one who knew so much, and yet so little.. Optics were shifted over the cats that stood in the clearing, so many..The ebonite shadowed bod' of Pantheress. A silver brute...Match's bod', that she'd beaten and broken..A bark-hued tom, that strikingly resembled Seth.. She bent down close to Match.. "I'm sorry.."Lyrics were soft, and broken.. As she then stood and looked at Pantheress, and the silver brute, avoiding the bark-hued tom.. "I told you I'm no Traitor. But I only have a little time before someone realizes I'm missing.."
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Post by Rose on Jun 22, 2008 11:33:14 GMT -8
OOc: Oh goody. Damien. -_- Let's hope this encounter goes better than the last one! XD
Bic: Her pawsteps quick, her senses alert. The she-cat glanced around warily, her fire-colored eyes sweeping the terrain in front of her. She had been on her guard ever since they had escaped the BloodGang. Now, herb-searching like a common Clan cat, she was even more alert. Luckily she wasn't hurt too bad by the fight; the worst wound was a bite to her shoulder. Yet the blood continued to run slightly, dropping to the ground in a small, scarlet rain. Now, her mouth stuffed with overpowering smelling scents, the she-cat could only find her way back by sight alone. Unless something strong, stronger than the herbs, was scented, she was a sitting duck.
Slvana's head shot up as a powerful, sickly sweet smell crossed in front of her face. Imediatly a picture of her two companions popped in her head. Were they hurt? Well, more hurt than they were? Closing her eyes, she relaxed when she realized that the blood didn't belong to them. But then who did it belong to?
Curious, Slvana shot forward as if her paws had wings. The forest around her was just a blur as her heart began to beat wildly. She was free, free! Yet it could only last so long. Coming to the clearing, she cautiously stepped forward and gazed around. Pantheress was standing over a very blood-stained cat, while Match was clearly agitated at something. Fiver had also returned, causing Slvana to narrow her eyes. She had arrived just in time to hear Fiver's words.
"Then what are you here for?" She growled, the herbs now forgotten at her paws. She still remembered how Fiver had abandoned them for her so-called father and the BloodGang. Traitor.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jun 22, 2008 20:30:17 GMT -8
Destroying takes nothing of the mind or soul, A numbing exploit of dark zest. But creating, building, achieving a goal, Really takes more to request. Your trust has been broken in one single word... Let's see if rebuilding it isn't absurd.
From the jade hues of ~Pantheress~ I am one who believes in second chances, trust me.
I turned away from the strange cat whom I had found, turning my ghostly stare to Fiver as she stepped out from the bushes. My face expressionless, paws planted firmly upon the emerald earth, I listened in silence to her words.
'I told you I'm no Traitor. But I only have a little time before someone realizes I'm missing...'
The determination showing in her young, bright eyes told me all I needed to know. Fiver wasn't going to give up so easily. My ebonite muzzle curled into a smile. She still wanted to fight. The fact that she was risking her life to help us spoke on it's own terms, but I realized that even though her father was of BloodGang, she still had a sense of right and wrong. Fiver had found her second chance. But the hatred bubbling in the pit of my stomach had not receded since our last encounter. Suddenly I frowned, my eyes narrowing. What if this was a trick? What if Seth knew where we were hiding, and wanted Fiver to lure us out? If that was true, then the determination in her optics was not of Seth's downfall, but ours.
"In many emotions, I believe you. And in many others, I do not. Your ambition's direction is a mystery, Fiver. How do we know we can trust you?" I shot a glance toward Bandit. It was his call of Fiver's fate. He was our leader. Yet still I kept my ears pricked, waiting for Fiver's response.
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Post by L a m b on Jun 23, 2008 6:13:57 GMT -8
This is me for forever One without a name These lines the last endeavorFiverTo find the missing lifelineYou can't believe in the darkness you can't believe in the immortal Unless you can see it so look further and crack the stone that encases my heart "Then what are you here for..." "In many emotions, I believe you. And in many others, I do not. Your ambition's direction is a mystery, Fiver. How do we know we can trust you..."Forget, Forgive, for I'll soon be dead. Audits twisted low, at Slvana's words, No lyrics ripped from her mug yet, as she turned to look at Pantheress. Lyrics were stinging, ripping at her. Before finally she yowled..Lyrics twisted, and dark..and desperate..Fiver was back.. "Yes, I know I'm a confusing little peie of twisted bark, aren't I? And yet, I risk my life to come here, to help, Even after I found my Father, resides with the evil.Even after I found him, The hollowness in my heart, didn't not go away, and I relieazed why..It was because I know it was wrong, to stay there and do nothing..So I snuck away, and followed your scent trail here, though it was hard, because you'd gone through Clan territory..And you can't know wether I'm with you or againtst you, but you have to trust me..And Slvana, and infact to everyone...Have not wanted something so much, that you searched for it all your life, and then when you found it, releazie it was evil, and wrong, but you still Love it and want to be with it.."The it would be her father..the reason she'd entered the wretched land..When the word love rolled from her mug, she thought of two cats..Her father, and the cat she taken a slight fondness of, the one that lay down at her pads, the one she'd caused the terrible wounds to..Yet no one knew, not even him..ANd she wouldn't voice it out loud.. Lyrics rushed and desperate flew from her mug, and skull was swung behind her to look over her shoulder, every few seconds.Fear trickled in them, and despite the pain she felt, from the wounds that ripped her normally gracefull bod', she stood tall,despite the glares that were tearing at her...A bloody mess, that stood tall, despite the glares of those older then her, despite the questions, and distrust...Audits that were normally laced down, now were flicked up, swinging this way and that, trying to catch every sound..Needing to know, if anyone had followed her, or was looking for her.. With Deaf Ears you Hear Me
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Post by Silver on Jun 24, 2008 11:55:01 GMT -8
"I'm sorry..." Fiver's soft lyrics filled his ears. She was here? Why? Match mentally took a step back... and deep breath... and shoved against the black wall with all his he had, mental and physically. It felt as if his guards that kept him unconscious had shattered. A soft shudder ran through him, as if he was cold. Match blinked his eyes open, his eyelids feeling heavy. The shapes he saw were fuzzy, but he could make out Pantheress' black shape, and Fiver crouch above him. He blinked sleepily. "Fiver? What's brings you here?" he asked softly. His question was echoed by Pantheress and Slvana, followed by questions of trust. He struggled to his paws, despite his wariness. "I believe Fiver wants to help us," he meowed. When he found his voice still quiet, he repeated it louder. He felt like sinking back to the floor, but forced himself to stay up. His optics flicked around the clearing, taking in the scene. Pantheress had pulled a bloody cat out from nowhere, Slvana was watching Fiver suspiciously, and the one called Bandit was sitting there, watching him. His optics traveled back over the bloody figure. "Looks like he needs some serious help. What happened to him?" Match asked, nodded toward the bloody figure. Match's amber optics followed Fiver's around the little clearing, before resting on a sleek black cat who was watching the injured cat with wide eyes. He pursed his lips, wondering if he should try and alert the others again, but stayed silent. Gently, he leaned against Fiver, for he could hardly support his own weight. "Sorry..." he mumbled.
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