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Post by Måø§† on Aug 14, 2008 12:47:07 GMT -8
OOC: No, this is the Resistance. If you have any rogues, loners, or kittypets, then you can join this thread. Otherwise, I'm sure you can start a new thread in Dawnclan...
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Post by Silver on Aug 24, 2008 14:58:11 GMT -8
OOC: NO! I need it, or else I'll forget Lilyan ' I don't know where else she'll show up...) This forest unnearved me. There was to many trees; up on the moutain, you could see for miles. But here, in the dark, I could hardly see my own paws in front of me. Homesickness struck, and I was almost ready to turn around and go home. But then I remembered my mission. With a sigh, I rose and continued forward, scenting the air for any familier scent. Like usual, there was nothing but the smell of prey and trees. Though I couldn't smell anything, my ears suddenly picked up voices. There were cats nearby? Maybe they could lead me to Damien! I thought eagerly, picking up my pace. The voices grew louder as the scents of cat grew stronger. It was everywhere, as if huge groups of cats meet here often. Pawsteps on the ground comfirmed my suspiciouns. Bounding ahead, I began calling. "Damien? Fala? Anyone!" Skidding to a halt, I looked down. The sight below made me gasp. I was standing on a ridge above a deep scoup in the ground. A large, crescent shaped stone sat in the center, surrounded by four smaller ones. All around the clearing, smooth stones were littered about, free of trees. The sky was clear above me, the stars shineing brightly. But it was not the beautiful clearing that made me gasp. It was the group of cats who were sitting there. One cat seemed no older than a kit, a puzzled look lingering on her face. Nearby, a young tom was resting, covered in dry blood and cobwebs. Beside him was a plump loner, who looked out of breath, as if she had just recently arrived. Another loner with firey eyes was resting a wounded shoulder. A black she-cat was talking to a silver tom, their eyes flickering around as if watching for something. Their serious expressions told me these cats were almost like the leaders of the strange group. But what really took my breath away was Damien. In the moon-light, she bet his injuries looked far better than in reality. He was covered in scars and deep wounds, and it looked like he had a serious limp. A large pool of blood told me where he had recently collapsed. Fala was standing near by, watching him warily. "Damien! Fala!" I cried, bolting down the clearing to my Tribe-mates. I had finally found them. "You guys are alive!" I purred, nearly tackling Fala. It was so good to see them again. "Damien! What on earth happen to you?" I asked, suddenly whirling on him. Padding up to him, she began to inspect him. He had the worst of his wounds covered in cobwebs and marigold, but I knew they would not last so long. Good thing I insisted on learning everything possible about healing before leaving. I suddenly remembered the other cats in the clearing, but did not care. I had found my Tribe mates at long last; the first step of my mission was complete. (Sorry if the last paragraph could have been better)
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 24, 2008 19:03:30 GMT -8
The stars in the sky are already burned out, but their light reaches us only now. ~Damien~ Just as the past will always influence the present... and my past will set my paws into the path I am fated to walk.
'Damien! What on earth happen to you?'
Will wonders never cease!? Damien goggled, his eyes growing spherical at the sudden appearance of Lilyan. How did she find us!? The gentle-hearted she-cat purred so loud that the sound seemed to come from the sky. Damien almost smiled. Lilyan had been one of the few tribe cats who had accepted him despite his blood. Damien was shocked that she was here; usually being a friend and "mother" to each and every tribe cat kept her busy. "It's good to see you, Lilyan," Damien spoke, struggling to his paws. He managed to hide the pain that bit his veins from his readable eyes. It's good to have another ally. Plus we'll need her help after the battle... I don't think Pantheress can heal all the cats at once.
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Life passes so quickly. ~Pantheress~ So quickly, in fact, that if you do not stop and look around you will surely miss it.
Pantheress stiffened as yet another cat burst into their temporary camp. Well, she guessed she could call it a camp since everyone here was part of the same community despite their back rounds. The new she-cat (called 'Lilyan' by Damien) seemed pleased and ecstatic that she had found her lost tribe mates. Her starry-blue eyes brimmed with such warmth that the sun was left forgotten. Pantheress shook her head, turning her gaze briefly to Bandit to watch his reaction. We might as well let the entire tribe join, she growled inwardly, her emerald eyes drifting back to Lilyan. It'll save us the trouble of all these heartwarming reunions.
In contrast her her thoughts, Pantheress's mug curled into a smile.
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Post by Torn on Aug 30, 2008 13:18:46 GMT -8
Drooping eyelids hung over her amazing blue eyes as she grew more and more tired. The day was drawing on longer and longer... Only the arrival of someone else roused her from sleep. Looking over, she surveyed the new cat, her eyes slightly brighter as she recognised tribe scent. "It's good to see you, Lilyan," Damien meowed as he stood up, slight pain showing in his eyes. She watched from the other side of the clearing with interest as the new she-cat - Lilyan, apparently - greeted her tribemates estatically. Fala's face was unreadable, but Damien looked quite happy to see her, and she seemed friendly. Maybe she'd stay? She didn't seem as though she wanted to leave her tribe-mates now she'd found them.
Mimi purred, then stood up from her lying position in the ferns and padded into the clearing. She made her way over to Match and smiled sleepily at him. "So where are we sleeping? I'm exhausted." She stifled a yawn, then grinned sheepishly at him. "Sorry. Long day..."
Long Day... Dragging On And On _____________________________________________________________________
Shell stared into space, then jumped a few minutes after she realised Match had spoken to her. He'd gone off now, but she was still thinking about the question. "So how has Alley been?"
Shell lowered her gaze and examined her blunted claws. Alley... The blurry image of her tending to her wounds, the tabby she-cay as she hunted with and for her. The image of her back as she ran away from the fight. She smiled sadly. Alley had been a good friend, despite running away. Maybe she was trying to draw them away? Shell swallowed guiltily. And there I was, thinking I could save them if I ran. I'm a stupid coward. She looked up at Match. The young she-cat Mimi was making her way over towards him, her sleepy face set in a gentle smile. Match was so young - he deserved his sister and Shell had been the one to take her away. She shook her head slowly, then stood up.
I can't tell him... I'm a coward
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 31, 2008 14:38:35 GMT -8
I have seen the worst of life. ~Damien~ And it haunts me still.
There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday. -Robert Nathan
Although his paws stung with the venom of pain, Damien felt no desire to rest. His ears filled his head with the voices of his comrades, leaving no room left for thought. His head throbbed as he began to pad heavily up the hollow side. His whiskers drooped into the grass that turned slowly from spongy blades to sharp twigs and leaves that shed a warm, humid odor into the air. He stopped at the edge of a large puddle, drawing in the scent of water and ferns. His face reflected by the forest mirror, Damien gazed into his azure eyes. They turned melancholy, then sharp as he remembered his purpose. Kill Seth. That's the only reason I live. I wonder if he even regrets all the pain he brought to me and mother...
Damien whipped his head around so fast that he gave out a soft curse, pain flooding the interiors of his neck and spine. The rustle of leaves and strong cat-scent drew him to a crouching position, fur bristling beneath the blanket of cobwebs that clung to his fur. The slender black fela, Pantheress, emerged from the ferns. Her emerald gaze gave out a eerie glow before her pelt, dappled with shadows and droplets of dew. Damien let his fur lie flat, and rose back to his paws, wincing in pain. His robin's egg windows turned to shards of glass. Although the the she-cat was clearly young, Damien felt as if he was set with the wisest of stares.
"What is it?"
I can help you. ~Pantheress~ Just let me into your soul.
You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry. -Author Unknown
"Revenge...." Pantheress whispered, her eyes clouding. She raised her head to see the banded tom's eyes twist into an expression of shock and anger. She felt a bubble of anxiety rise in her throat, but swallowed it with determination. She knew what she needed to do.
"What did Fala tell you?" Damien growled, his lips drawing back over needled teeth. "Nothing," Pantheress responded simply, positioning her ebony paws among scattered twigs and tree roots rising from the earth like the coils of a serpent. "Then how-" "I can see it in your eyes." Pantheress's gaze seemed to wring all words from his tongue. "I can see sadness and anger that you think will be solved by drinking revenge. I can tell you, from experience, that revenge has as much a soothing effect upon emotions as saltwater upon thirst." "You could never understand," Damien retorted gently, anger and shock drained and replaced by anxiousness and mystery. "It is not an elixir I search for. It is a goal, a purpose I must achieve." Pantheress considered his words. "You have been hurt. I am sorry. But if you are going to help us defend ourselves, you need to let go of those emotions or you could become a danger to yourself and others." "The thirst for revenge is the only thing that gives me a will to live," Damien spat, taking a step back. "How could you possibly try to understand something like this!? Such events reach far beyond your simple life." "MY simple life!?" Pantheress felt herself drawing above Damien and staring down at him with venom trickling from her eyes. "You think my life has been simple!? You think I have not felt pain and fear!? I have been punished for events that were not my doing! I have been called a curse, rejected by my own kin! I have run, run, hidden, until I could run no more. I have sought revenge, just as you do, and found nothing but emptiness and despair. Revenge, anger, is the monster that will destroy you from within!"
Damien's shield was shattered and he felt her words strike his flesh like barbed claws. He struggled to stand, to face her, but found himself plummeting down into the mud. When her words had ceased, he felt her soft paws tenderly warming his chest, drawing him out of the mud and laying him upon dry earth. "You should not be trying to move around," Pantheress whispered, all her previous words breathed away by a serene rush of wind. Tears freckled her muzzle and caressed her lovely cheeks. Damien stared up into her sealed eyes and swaying ebonite fur. He lay at her paws for many moments, mesmerized. He felt something strange stir inside him, something that brought back memories of warmth and the scent of milk. Is was a feeling: something distant and forgotten. What had this she-cat done to him? Why was he suddenly feeling... elated? He suddenly felt as if nothing mattered but the glow of her fur and the warmth of her breath.
"Seth is my father," Damien rasped, finally finding words. He was surprised at himself, and at the same time, felt as if this black fela was a cat he had trusted for moons. "He abandoned me and my mother when he was banished. My mother was too heartbroken to carry on, and ended her life. I have lived my entire life plagued by Seth's blood and labeled as a traitor without choice or say. I have sworn to kill him, to bring to him the pain he has brought to me and my mother." Pantheress opened her eyes when he spoke, yet not shock nor hatred glimmered in her gaze. He did look like Seth, so she wasn't surprised that they were somehow related. But the pain in his voice made her heart prickle as she remembered the agony of her own childhood. "I understand, Damien," she spoke with her honey voice; Damien shivered. "And I know that you are nothing like your father. Do not think that blood will effect you here. You are here to help us, and I promise you, I will help you bring peace to your suffering. Thanks for telling me."
Pantheress stood and floated into the ferns, her slender silhouette disappearing from view. As she emerged back into the clearing, she felt an odd tingling in her toes. Damien felt like calling after her, to bring her back. But instead he stood and cleaned the mud from his bandages, his head swirling with Pantheress's candied scent.
Later, Damien settled down upon a moss bed in the Stone Hollow. It felt good to rest, he decided, for suddenly he was feeling quite sleepy. He spotted Pantheress across the clearing, grooming a paw, her fur outlined with a silver glow. And as hard as he tried, Damien found himself unable to look away.
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Post by Silver on Aug 31, 2008 19:22:43 GMT -8
Match smiled warily as Mimi settled beside him. "Gather some moss and sleep anywhere, I guess," he meowed, steching out a bit. "Pantheress told me not to move so much so I guess I'm sleeping right here," he added with a sigh, curling back up again. "Yeah... I'm tired to," he chuckled, a soft smile lingering on his lips as he closed his eyes, exhaustion pulling him down.
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Alley felt ready to collapse. She hadn't eaten at all today, not to mention this was the second time today that she had been running hard as she had. She slowed to a stop, trying to catch her breath again. It seemed she had ben running in circles, a maze where every tree and every shrub looked the same. It was a mad hunt; there was no Resistance, and Match was probably still stuck in the twoleg territory. Yet for some reason Alley picked herself up and kept walking. This whole thing could have been a trap and Alley would have kept walking, because the promise of Match wa just too sweet to resist. Alley sighed aloud, glancing this way and that.
Alley stopped again, this time from hunger pangs. She knew that she could stop and hunt if she wanted to, but she was already pushing her luck. So far, she had barely managed to avoid the wild Clan cats. She ran across their fresh scent often, always just missing them from ahead or behind. Ignoring her rumbling stomach, she listened for something, anything. And was pleasently surprised to hear voices, no louder than a whisper. Getting to her feet, Alley trotted toward the voices, slowly picking up speed with every few steps.
Alley began to sprint as she caught Shell's faint scent on the breeze. The voices were growing louder, though she still couldn't make out the individual words. These cats were getting ready for bed, she thought. Suddenly, she stumbled into a wide, smooth clearing, filled with cats. Her eyes opened in wonder as she looked around. Most cats were beaten and bloody, whispering amoungts themselfs. Alley's eyes immediatly flicked to Shell, who seemed one of the few that were unharmed, before settling on Match. He was curled up in a light sleep, next to a kit. Blood clumped together his fur, and new scars covered his body, but Alley thought it was one of the most beautiful things in the world. The tom she had spent two moons searching for was alive. Emotion almost over whelmed her; here was the cat that had played with her as a kit, who had kept her from going home all this time. There was her brother, her family. Alley managed to cry, "Match! Match, Fiver said-!" before her legs gave way, and she crumpled into a calico mass.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Sept 1, 2008 18:54:53 GMT -8
A rogue one day... ~Pantheress~ A guardian the next.
'Match! Match, Fiver said-!'
A new voice cut through the peaceful air like talons, plucking sleep from the eyes of cat in the clearing below. Pantheress sprang from a position of unconsciousness - her tail wrapped tightly around her spherical, sleeping body - to her paws as if the laws of air and wind suddenly had no meaning. Her emerald eyes, wide with terror, realized that the voice had come from a calico heap sprawled upon the hollow side. Letting her fur drift back onto her skin - BloodGang obviously wasn't attacking - Pantheress soared to the bundle in a matter of heartbeats. Licking the cheek of a fallen-leaf-colored fela, Pantheress received a few breaths and rise of the ribs. Gripping the scruff of the multi-colored she-cat in her powerful jaws, her lean muscles rippling like waves on a pond, she dragged the new cat down into the hollow and onto a soft bed of moss.
"Match?" She raised her stunning features to Match who was groggily coming back from a realm of dreams. "Is this a friend of yours?"
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Post by Silver on Sept 1, 2008 20:12:31 GMT -8
Match was up in a second. He winced, watching Panthress drag Alley across the clearing. "Yes. She is my most dearest friend; she's the reason I'm even here right now," he meowed hurridly, dashing to her side. "Alley? Alley! What did Fiver say? Are you ok? How are you? Where have you been? Did you miss me? Alley!" the questions tumbled out of him like a flood. He had to bite his tongue to get himself to shut up.
Alley took a deep breath to steady herself, along with a good shake. "Im... fine. Just need to...sit down for a bit," she gasped, stuggling back to her paws. "I'm fine. Oh Match, I'm so glad to see you!" she purred, rubbing against her brother's check. "I've been in an old barn," she said, trying to answer some of his questions. "And of course I missed you silly!" she laughed, giving him a playful bat on the head. "BloodGang caught me, but then this she-cat named Fiver saved me. You should have seen her Match! She started talking back to Seth himself! She was so brave! And she told me... told me to tell you..." Alley's brow furrowed in concentration, trying to remember the she-cats words. "She said... that she is being watched constantly now, and she is under a death threat," she meowed, loud enough for the rest of the cats in the clearing to hear. In more of a whisper, she added, "Fiver also said that she missed you and not to get any nonsense ideas."
I watched quietly as the young cat tumbled into the clearing. I took a step toward her in hurry when the she-cat collapsed, but the midnight cat picked her up and dragged her toward the other young tom. I studied both cats carefully. They had the same build, the same emerald eyes. They both looked no older than 10 moons old. Must be siblings, I thought, padding over. Quickly looking over the poor scrap of fur, I decided she was unhurt, but the fatigue on her face reminded her of the days when Seth still roamed the moutains.
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Post by Torn on Sept 2, 2008 11:57:56 GMT -8
Mimi was retrieving some moss from the edge of the clearing, when the words of a new voice cut through the quiet hum. She pricked her ears, then pushed the large pile of moss that she'd collected for both herself and Match over towards the new comer. Was this the new cat that Match had talked about? Alley, his sister? She looked like his descriptions. She smiled, happy that he was reunited with his sister. Then she simply folded into a heap onto the floor. She ran over, abandoning the moss. Worry showed in her deep blue eyes as she peered over the foreign she-cat, whoses scents told of BloodGang, Fiver and the forest. Pantheress dragged her onto some moss, then questioned Match about her presence.
He replied by dashing over, licking her and asking questions almost as hurriedly as he purred. She smiled at his affection towards her, but there was a pang of unmistakeable envy in her heart. Her brow creased. What was that for? The young cream she-cat questioned herself, then shrugged and padded over to listen to Alley's stories. Cerelaun blue eyes gazing up, her ears swivelled back in fear as she heard Fiver was under death threat. Death threat? That was bad... would they have to go and save her? Her eyes were fixed on Alley, but they began to drift over to Match. A compulsive little creature in her mind kept scratching at the itch that seemed to have come from nowhere.
Whats wrong with me today? _____________________________________________________________________
Shell was still feeling guilty as she busied herself collecting moss to put into a pile. She hadn't yet taken anything for herself - sleep still seemed miles away as the thought scrabbled around in her head. But she needn't have bothered for long. She scented the air as she left the safety of the clearing, reaching for wads of moss that were growing on a tree. A scent bought back uncomfortable memories, still red and raw. Alley! She grabbed the moss, pulling off the last scraps as she heard her crys to Match. "Alley!" she purred as she rushed in, but the tabby she-cat didn't seem hear, as she was slumped on the ground, looking like a little calico ball of wool. Her amber eyes widened with surprise. She stepped back, unknowing that she would wake up again a few minutes later. Was she dead? She attempted to yowl, but it came out as a strangled moan. In a few steps she bounded across the clearing and sniffed at her friend fur. But Pantheress stuck in her head and pulled her away from the crowd, onto a soft bed of moss. Shell followed, her eyes wide with worry as she stared at her. She stepped back to allow Match to stare at her, babbling away. There didn't seem to be a place to greet her friend, so she stepped away. She didn't want to interfere... but she ended up not greeting her at all. Instead she retired to the edge of the clearing, separating the moss into a few beds for various cats. How can I get out all I want to say? How about sorry...
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Post by hotsoup on Sept 3, 2008 11:20:52 GMT -8
(I need to get him in aswell. Just a warning, he flirts alot...)
Ace strolled leisurely through the forest, features uptured in a slight smile. There were many different scents around, Clans and loners alike. The scent of quite alot of loners that lived around here - he'd met a few briefly - littered the forest floor. But there was tension in the air. Curiosity pricked at the tom's brain, so he followed the tracks. There'd been a few strange scents around the dump, and scattered blood scents in a few places. The loners refuge had been abandoned, signs of a fight there. Maybe there was something wrong? He'd visited before and it had been different then.
Shrugging to himself, Ace bounded along the path towards where the intriguing scents were wafting towards him. His ginger and white pelt shone in the fading twilight as he wound through the forest. Bushes surrounded a clearing where low voices and strong scents lay. From experience, he knew this was where the Clans gathered every full moon. A 'Gathering'. He half-snorted at the the name, amused by the obvious title. Taking a step forward, he peered through the bushes and saw a few familiar faces. What were they all doing here? Time to find out. The bushes rustled as he stepped through, then took his first steps into the clearing. Gazing around, he registered the loners that littered the clearing. There was a young cream she-cat, a frosty white tom that looked as though he was in charge, a stunning black she-cat - he'd want to get to know her... - a tabby she-cat was separating moss in the corner and two other young cats, a tabby tom and a calico she-cat talked quietly to each other, as well as other cats, alone and in groups, around the clearing.
The tom flashed a dazzling smile to the tabby gathering moss out of habit, and stepped over to the black she-cat. Ace half wondered if they'd be hostile, but they looked friendly enough. He smiled as he reached her, standing a small distance away from the two young cats. Glancing round, he saw a leopard marked tom gazing at her also. A prickle of jealousy prodded at him, making him glare at the tom. He didn't seem to notice, and Ace felt a slight bit of shame. After all, maybe the two were in love? How was he to know... She is pretty though. A part of his brain mused. Shut up! He hissed mentally to the part of his brain that was turning out the rubbish, then turned to her and smiled. "Uh, hi. I'm Ace. I travel all over the place and I was just visiting. I noticed there were some strange scents. I just wanted to ask... what the hecks going on? Why are you all gathered here?" He grinned, then sat down and curled his tail around his paws, his smirk apologising for the rudeness that may have appeared in his tone.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Sept 5, 2008 16:14:14 GMT -8
(OOC: Now Damien's got competition! XD)
You do not know what treasures you own. ~Pantheress~ Until you lose them.
Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness... or have gone stark raving mad. -Norm Papernick
'Uh, hi. I'm Ace. I travel all over the place and I was just visiting. I noticed there were some strange scents. I just wanted to ask... what the hecks going on? Why are you all gathered here?'
The sun itself seemed to step into the clearing as the fur of a strange tom glowed like all of summer. Her eyes squinted against the harsh glow of the handsome tom, his smile radiating a heat that made her heart melt. His voice was young, deep, as he strolled absent-mindedly into the clearing. She was through with being agitated by these sudden intrusions by random rogues. In fact, most turned out to be good, rewarding The Resistance with powerful new allies. This new tom - Ace - could help them also. Her emerald hues lingered on the darkening sky above her, shadows wrapping around her paws and transforming Pantheress into a living silhouette.
"Yes, I suppose we are gathered here, Ace. Not a meeting, I'm sorry to say, but an alliance. We are called The Resistance, and we are rising against the threat that grows not far from here in the Twoleg Rubbish-Forest. The BloodGang. Perhaps you've heard of them. I'm Pantheress, by the way." Her voice was alluring, a spoken lullaby incomparable by even the coo of a dove. She dipped her beguiling face, emotions intertwined within her eyes.
Across the clearing, an azure gaze burned into the fur of the new tom. A banded figure lay coiled beneath the ferns.
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Post by hotsoup on Sept 8, 2008 9:43:20 GMT -8
(Yeah! Heh heh... sorry.)
Ace grinned at her, his handsome face slightly impish. She was very beautiful... her long and silky figure like a shadow. Impeccably perfect... Her face was breath-taking, amazing optics, like deep emeralds shining out against the night of her sleek fur. Her legs were long and slim, long alabaster claws showing up like snow on black stone. A long tail flicked gently back and forth. Her fur shone, lining her slim body with shimmering ebonite down.
"Yes, I suppose we are gathered here, Ace. Not a meeting, I'm sorry to say, but an alliance. We are called The Resistance, and we are rising against the threat that grows not far from here in the Twoleg Rubbish-Forest. The BloodGang. Perhaps you've heard of them. I'm Pantheress, by the way."
Pantheress... he studied the she-cat, noting again her noble features. She really did look like a panther. Or more a lioness... Power was evident in her lean build. Her tones were like a beautiful symphony, a summer breeze on an August day. Sighing happily inside, he managed to make his muscles jerk into a nod. Her face tilted down, so he was unable to see her eyes. But as she bent her head, he thought he saw warm feelings in her ocean-deep eyes. As he raised an eyebrow for a second, he was oblivious to the harsh glares radiating from the tom on the other side of the clearing.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Sept 10, 2008 20:39:02 GMT -8
Remember... ~Pantheress~ Every Rose has it's thorns.
Tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tilting her head as she raised her chin, Pantheress studied the sunshine tom's soft grey eyes. They reminded her of river stones. Her lips eddied into a smirk, a pearl dancing around in playful emerald hues. She flexed her claws into the jade earth below her, a breeze dancing carelessly through her ebony appearance. She chuckled. "Was that a yes or a no? Although I'm sure most of the cats in this area know about BloodGang's threat..."
She shifted her weight onto her haunches, drifting down into a sitting position. Twitching her shadowy whiskers, she tucked her paws against her slender chest and cocked her head back to Ace. "You say that you travel? I'm not much of a traveler myself. Have you had any recent adventures beyond these hills?"
Pantheress licked a paw and drew it over an ear, waiting for Ace's response. She found his speechlessness quite amusing.
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Post by hotsoup on Sept 11, 2008 10:25:02 GMT -8
Ace suddenly found himself shocked back into the present. He'd been lost in her emerald eyes, miles up from where he was. Wiping the gormless expression of his face, he grinned at her apologetically.
"Uh, yeah. I heard of them when I was passing through the city. They're hot gossip there. I'm guessing its a bit more serious than that here, right?" His face fell as he looked around at the injured cats, proving himself right. A tiny bump to his left told him that Pantheress had sat down. He did the same, his grey eyes gazing into her green. Her slender body was perfectly balanced as she sat, an amused smile across her beautiful face.
"You say that you travel? I'm not much of a traveler myself. Have you had any recent adventures beyond these hills?"
He thought for a second, then launched into one of his stories. "Yeah, I met a pretty interesting band of badgers lately. Totally vegetarian, thank goodness, and they had basically a whole beehive in their den. It was amazing! About twenty tail lengths high, the whole, 10 fox-lengths say, width of the den. Huge! And a huge pool of honey, with basically no bees guarding it. I've never seen anything quite like it in my life, and thats saying something. Great bunch, they were. Totally useless at fighting and being agressive, but it was quite scary when they wandered up, six huge great badgers smiling at you, which looks like they're baring their teeth to be honest." Ace shivered, still grinning at Pantheress. "Also, there was this cat, absolutely bonkers, poor guy, but he would jump the biggest gaps. And was looking after a baby eagle, which looked tasty but he made me sit outside for a few minutes before he'd let me back in when I suggested we shared it that evening." Shaking his head, he laughed out loud. "Shame really. Its probably going to be pecking out his eyes one day. Mad."
The sun seemed to shine around Pantheress as she gave her ear a wash. He realised that he was gawping at her again, he stuffed his mouth shut, beaming at her.
The Good Ole' Days, except they're new.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Sept 14, 2008 14:09:55 GMT -8
The problem with things so desirable ~Pantheress~ Is that others desire them too.
One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be see many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will. -Rachel Carson
Pantheress giggled daintily at Ace's stories. She silently wondered if she would ever travel: to see the world beyond the forest and grow wisdom like seeds. Now that she thought about it, hardly any cat in this area knew about life beyond the mountains. There were stories of huge twoleg-places called cities, where nests reached taller than mountains. Some elders still in the Clans spoke of explorations to forests ruled by packs of wolves, and visiting an endless lake. The sea, where the water tastes salty and the sun bathes every night. For a moment, she was lost in the imagery of her imagination. She WOULD travel... someday.
As Ace finished his story, Pantheress smiled at his enthusiasm in storytelling. His eyes would grow round, and his voice rose and fell like an iridescent forest breeze. "Tell me about cities," Pantheress chirped. "Are the nests really as tall as some say?"
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