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Post by aspenwing .. on Mar 6, 2011 17:01:27 GMT -7
The sun was no more. It was chilly, it was cold, it was HORRIBLE! The snow was gone, sure, but the night could chill you to the bone. But the cat under the cloudless sky, moved forward. Muscles willing him to go on until his last dying breath. So he stuck a tongue out and licked his lips. The rabbit he had at camp had filled h'm gratefully since leaf-bare ended. But why did he feel weird? Odd, out of place. His paws gained more ground as he started, running, the spirit of windclan flowing through his muscles, his lungs, his everything! He was Windclan. Windclan was he! He leap up into the air, the wind rusting through his fur, and as he came to a landing, his free spirit came crashing down. He was horrible! He didn't need this, he shouldn't be deputy! He should be dead!
Bitting his lower lip in anger, the tom, Aspenwing, growled in anger. He was a horrible brother, a horrible father, a horrible deputy. He had killed his parents in a way, he had lost the fight to save them, and they died. DIED! His paws came to a halt in their mission to wards the border. A solo patrol as he would come later to describe it as. (Although he wasn't sure when!) His eyes, those startling emerald green, locking with his tabby grey paws. It was hard NOT to regret his life. HIS LIFE! The biggest mistake that his parents could ever let live. He drank in the scents. Windclan needed to renew their markers on the Riverclan border. THIS was needed! He closed his jaws and thought, long and hard as he stared at the border. His muscles wanting to break and cause mischief, while his mind forced him to stay and cry.
The river screamed it's joy of being free. Bubbling and rushing as if it could take all the pain and flush it out. Fernpaw, Ivypaw. His eyes snapped such, his whimper of inward pain clear on his usually blank face. What was wrong with him! Sure, he knew his kits were fine the way they were. Sure he had spoken about them with Ashhare, but was he ready to tell anyone else, other then his brother and sister-in-law? He shook his head and moaned in horror. Why, was it always his fault! His claws drug into the earth and he could just feel it screaming at him. That was when he lashed out. Yanking up bits of grass from under his paw he yowled in anger. damn it all starclan! damn it all! then he sat down again, once more in a calm state. (he was not, NOT, NOT crazy!)
NOTES? this is horrible!* ?! TAGED? willowstar, open* ?! WORDS? 46o* ?! LYRICS? heroes by shinedown!* ?!
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Post by willowstar on Mar 6, 2011 18:45:35 GMT -7
 Willowstar felt the same, warm rush of adrenaline that she felt every morning when she ran, despite the fact that it felt like her pelt was being torn by the post leaf-bare winds. But the dark gray she-cat just ignored it; it was just one of those things that she considered an easily overcome-able obstacle. She cleared her mind and just focused thoughts on just running through the moors, and getting that euphoric high feeling she got every time she ran. It seemed like Willowstar wouldn't be able to function unless she got that feeling, like she wouldn't be as happy if she missed a day. But of course, she'd never know. It was good to run, anyway. It was a good time for her to think about things that were important to her. Such as finding her sister. Worry always overcame her when the memory of the tiny gray kit floated through her mind... where was she? Was she okay? Hurt? Broken-hearted? Sick? Starving? Littlekit had told her she was fine, and she believed him. But the concerning protective-sibling instincts suddenly flooded her mind, and she felt her heart drop like a huge weight inside her. StarClan, she was so worried. All she wanted to do was find her. Her paws slowed to a stomp, and she let out a big, sad breath. 'So much for a peaceful little run...' Willowstar thought grimly, and then sighed. Well, she was sweating slightly, as well as panting. Maybe this was a good time for her stop...
The gray she-cat started walking back up to camp when the scent of her deputy, Aspenwing, filled her nose. Curiosity took her paws and nose over to the gray and white tom cat; she wanted to know what he was doing out here. Not for any serious reasons, though. It really was mostly just out of curiosity. After a few moments of sprinting, the lean she-cat reached Aspenwing, who seemed a bit off.
"Hey, you okay, Aspenwing?" Willowstar asked the tom, and she suddenly hoped that she didn't startle him.
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Post by aspenwing .. on Mar 7, 2011 17:09:23 GMT -7
He had scented her as she arrived. As her voice echoed through his ears, as her scent overwhelmed him. She did not startle him, so he played the act, and turned his large emerald green eyes, a odd set for such a tom cat who had never lived under the shade of the trees. they were un-natural in the territory he lived in. but as he let his bright green eyes travel to his leader's eyes, he paused. was he composed? he was not going to be a mess when talking to the she-cat. he might of only been a moon her senior, but he wished no one to have to handle the pain of his past. her words echoed in his mind like thunder over the moors. hey, you okay, Aspenwing? so he bowed his head. his eyes looking over the border in question.
his grey tabby fur brushed against the wind effortlessly. it was if, the wind and him were one, as if the old wise tales of the clans being lead by weird cats, with the same name as the clan they were in, had lived. breathed. acted, like the clans did today. so Aspenwing let his glaze travel up to wards the sky now, his glaze no longer seeking that of an enemy to distract him. now he pleaded with starclan. let a rock down between us. let a hawk snatch me away. let a two-leg walk by, speaking our speech and say hello. anything but me talking about myself. that was when he spoke, his prays did not give, so that was why he spoke his next words. life, it is a tragic thing, you make mistakes, and i guess i am proud of them.
he had never told anyone of his fears, his weakness. but he was ready to speak. but then, it closed off. he could not accept the fact that Fernpaw and Ivypaw were his kits, that he had stolen his brother's mate for one night, and in the end the two cats had ended in starclan together. he blinked away the grief as his eyes were away from Willowstar's. he parted his jaws in awe. the river is sweet, but harsh with it's current, do you think? he asked his voice never going off a beat. it's respectful tone noted well. well, hopefully.
NOTES? this is horrible!* ?! TAGED? willowstar, open* ?! WORDS? 4oo* ?! LYRICS? heroes by shinedown!* ?!
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Post by willowstar on Mar 7, 2011 17:58:36 GMT -7
The gray leader waited for her deputy to reply, though she wondered why he was taking such a long time. She wondered if he would rather that she left him alone to think about whatever he needed; usually the open place of the moors were good for that--to just think, and nothing else. But then she wondered if she'd be a good leader, or friend, for just leaving him here alone. They'd known each other since they were in the nursery together, and she trusted him. That was why she picked him, out of all the other wonderful and strong cats in WindClan, to be deputy. Willowstar hoped that she didn't make the mistake of choosing a cat that didn't trust her--she'd feel so stupid if that was the case.
A few more moments of quietness passed--only the sound of the breeze rustling the grass around them eased the awkwardness of the the silence. 'Maybe I should say something to him...' Well, that was a no-brainer; of course she should. But what? She definitely didn't want to sound to matronly, or say something cliche such as, "Oh, everything will be okay", because how would she know if it would be? She was only a cat, for StarClan's sake; she wasn't all-knowing in the least.
"Well," Willowstar finally mewed, her green eyes wide with compassion and a small smile on her face. "I just want you to know that if anything is bothering you, I can listen. I might not know what's going on, and there may be nothing that I can do. But... It doesn't hurt to talk?" Her voice rose slightly at the end, after she replayed what she said in her head. She sounded exactly like what she wanted to desperately avoid. She wouldn't be surprised if he rolled his eyes.
"Well, you know what I mean." Willowstar mewed quickly after, as if that would somehow make what she said before not so hackneyed.
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