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Post by L a m b on Aug 31, 2008 15:51:15 GMT -8
Wake Me up Im living a nightmare
Lostheart
I will nto die..I'll wiat here for you
For the one who can never Love
a.gain
The darkly painted she-cat, with a great contrast of ivory here and there, slunk through the shadows..Emerald optics closed, and mug arted muttering about something, if you could hear it and understand it one would think she was insane...
"Shetani..Shetani...My dear I miss you.."
The wind danced slowly between the now swamp like plants, bringing a silent voice that only she could hear, aduits pricked and for a moment her normallyanger and fury locked facade softened, a smiel of rememberance passed, otpics wide open,but focusing on nothing...
Lostheart, I will not die I'll wait here for you
But now the anger thickened as teh she-cat, began once more to stalk threw the shadows, the light fading in the horzion, to spark of the twinkling of stars above..Disgust passed, StarClan, she'd forsaken them...Angrily now she sat down into the cold, soggy ground, skull titled upward, and three words, rang out loud and clear..
"I hate you"
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Post by Silver on Aug 31, 2008 17:11:48 GMT -8
"Do you now?" Cinderstar padded up behind Lostheart, dropping her vole. Curling her tail around her paws, she asked, "You seem to be awful angry at something. Care to share?" A soft smile danced on Cinderstar's lips, her ashen grey fur shaking in soft laughter. (Total brain freeze o.o) |
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Post by L a m b on Aug 31, 2008 17:21:08 GMT -8
It's hard to imagine
but one day you'll end up like me
Lostheart
IF you wanna get out alive
ran for your life
For the one who can never
b.ealive again
Mug drew back in a sneer, as the lyrics of Cinderstar, lit her ebonite audits, that were pinned to her grand skull. Coldly she turned to face Cinderstar, Cinderstar should know...Know of how much she resented everyone, how much she shirked off her duties, How she was once the medicine cat's apprentince, but how she'd turned away from it...How Cinderstar herself had given Lostheart her own name...Because Lostheart, was a Lost cause, spoiled ortten in the eyes of others..But not even they, not even Cinderstar knew the truth, Truth of How She'd Stumbled Apon Shetani's death, his murder...She awasn't even supposed to know him..Mug parted and icey lyrics spilled the air..
"Why Hello Your Majesty, Last tiem I checked in your Eyes and the rest I'm nothing but a Spoiled kit, Lost cause..If I can recall..."
Hatred was clear as day in her emerald optics, and claws had shown themselves, mug was still drawn back in a sneer, but also in a threat, to the older storm lashed She-cat...
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Post by Silver on Sept 1, 2008 20:02:23 GMT -8
Cinderstar rasped her tongue over her paws, her eyes locked onto Lostheart's. "Hmm. For a moment, I must have forgotten. How foolish of me," she mewed, her voice icely calm. She stood, silent for a little while, before shaking her head. "I don't know why I bother. You never will change; you can't imagine life being any other way. I swear, sometimes you even enjoy this life. I give up!" she sighed, snatching up her vole again. "Try and do something useful," she added over her shoulder. With slightly aggrivated steps, Cinderstar returned to hunting, decided that her encounter with Lostheart was over for the day.
(Hmm... I might have to read Lostheart's bio O.O)
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Post by Torn on Sept 15, 2008 6:18:24 GMT -8
Dogbite's step was a limp as she ambled through the forest; her badly sprained leg would trouble her for moons yet, or so Falconcry had said. She wanted to speak to Cinderstar alone, and the scents had led her out here.
Dogbite's decision pained her. She knew how old she was, but she'd still injured her leg. Maybe if she could carry on with her warrior duties, she might have put it off more. But how could she possibly fight or hunt with this, along with her aching joints? A mouse scurried in front of her, and she reached out for it. But her leg jerked, and she missed it by miles. So useless you can't even catch it when it runs along and practically lies in front of you. Memories of her days as a young warrior flashed in her mind. Fighting in border skirmishes, hunting huge birds, going to gatherings under the moon, sharing tounges over a piece of fresh-kill. As she realised she was day dreaming, she shook herself out of it.
Shuffling along, she followed Cinderstar's scent trail. At least her nose hadn't deteriorated - she could still track. She spotted Lostheart in the trees and turned away, not wanting a run in with the spoilt and grumpy she-cat. The scarred warrior cursed silently as she carelessly stepped on a twig. If Lostheart hadn't seen her before, then she would know now.
Why do I have to step on every twig or stumble on every root that I see? I hate getting old...
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Post by L a m b on Sept 16, 2008 19:12:01 GMT -8
OOC. Her bio is really Ghostheart, I was just to lazy o cahnge her naem, before I posted it...*sighs*..yes she is Lostheart though.
I don't wanna live
I don't wanna breath
Lostheart
less I feel you next to me
Chained
locked
lost
Audits swivled back, at the lyrics of Cinderstar, well farther then they had been.Mug had parted to state something sharply, when the cracking of a twig resounding through ebonite audits..Skull flicked around, fast, faster then a snake. Optics not noticing before, but now allighting upon the bod' of a senoir warrior, Dogbite. Mug parted and lyrics slashed the air. First set towards Cinderstar
"Dear, Cinderstar, you know something, oh that's right envermind, I forgot your braindead..."
Next set flashed towards both, Dogbite and Cinderstar.
"Oh and by the way, it appears Dogbutts joined us.."
IF one looked closely into her paled optics, the sorrow there culd be seen, being hidden by anger, not wanting to admit how much she hurt...No one knew how many nights she snuck away, and just thought about giving up, in truth every night she broke down 'crying' , far from the Clan...But she did so eveyrnight. Optics flickered away from the two, and down onto her pads, claws had been abbsentmindely sketching SHetani's name in the dirt..Quickly she cvoered it up, but the sorrow shown, breaifly, then faded, til it was just a ring around her optics has before, there but not noticeably....
To whisper your name
To shelter the blame
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Post by Torn on Sept 17, 2008 8:35:51 GMT -8
The she-cat's words burned Dogbite's pride.
"Dogbutt?!" She hissed, her temper flaring up inside. Lostheart was always a misery guts, but she honestly had no respect for anyone.
"Look, you manky pile of mouse-dung, if you insult me anymore I'll -" Then she remembered that Cinderstar was still here. Rolling her eyes, she padded over to her leader, apology to her in her body-language to Cinderstar, although she totally ignored Lostheart. Dogbite didn't have a very long temper, but she was certainly at the end of it.
Leg wound... aching joints... retiring... Lostheart. She growled lowly, frustration lapping at her. Pointedly turning her back on her - although she knew it was immature - Dogbite turned to Cinderstar. All thoughts of asking her retirement gone, she plonked herself on a patch of springy grass and licked her wound. It looked nasty; yellow crusty stuff festered around the edges and it smelt horrible... but then they always do, she reassured herself. Falconcry hadn't said it was infected or anything yet, so it must be okay. Rolling her eyes, she gave it a few licks and straightened up to look at Cinderstar, then stare up into the sky. She wondered if StarClan were little bits of the blue sky as they watched over the forest in the daytime? Maybe... who knew.
Please StarClan... give me a few more moons to stay a warrior. |
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Post by Silver on Sept 18, 2008 17:51:35 GMT -8
Cinderstar fought to get her temper in check again. She couldn't believe she had let it slip so easliy; Willowear's had taught her much better than that. "That was completely uncalled for, Lostheart," she mewed, glancing at the limping warrior. "Dogbite never did anything to hurt you," she added in a grumble. "What did you need me for Dogbite? You probably shouldn't be out here with that injury of yours," she asked, her head cocked gracefully. Cinderstar's blue eyes flicked between the two she-cats, obvious tension in the air. What had happen to the little apprentice she had once known? Lostheart had been so good... hard working, always willing to help. Then... it seemed like the kinder Lostheart was banished to wither away inside, while the colder, quiter one tried to remain in control. She sighed aloud, her blue optics softening with memories.
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Post by L a m b on Sept 19, 2008 20:12:07 GMT -8
Would you tell me how could it be
Lostheart
Any better than this
How could it be any better then this....
Ignoring Cinderstar's lyrics, Lostheart's midnight specked, twirled ivory, pelt was lifted from the ground, as she stood. Pads shifted, and silently she slipped over the earth. Mind elsewhere then where it should be. If she was followed hse'd never realize it. fur was now flat, as she silently danced through the shadows, sorrow clearly painted across her facade. Paled optics were heartbreakingly filled with a look of emptiness.
Mug parted as mind tricked her into the past...Shetani's scent carefully drifting past. Stopping in the warm sun she felt the warmth of his pel. Smile curled over her mug as skull tilted upward, and quietly lyrics blissed the air.
"Shetani...."
Oh, how she missed the silly furball, longed for him really, one would think having lost him she would have gone back to duties...But, no.
"I miss you"
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Post by amayaff on Oct 9, 2008 19:41:42 GMT -8
Darkrain's ears swiveled at every sound, taking it all in. Her emerald optics gazed around, taking in the familiar landscape. Her tan brown and black pelt, in a most unusual pattern shone in contrast with the grass as she licked her chest fur. There she was, sitting all alone. Why did she have no friends? She really wondered.
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