On my Own

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=white] [glow=black,10,300]Cat-x: Snowpatch Notes-x: TIME: Night;; after rogues are accepted into the clan I would LIKE to have Twilight in this topic please. No other Windclan cats. Maybe [tom]cats who aren't in Windclan... -hopeful- xD Wordcount-x: 834[/glow] Stayed awake all night toss and turnin' Now my blood shot eyes are burnin' Workin' out why this ain't workin' Fight after fight after fight Two small paws dragged across the snowy hills of her moor home, her only home, her faithless, hopeless home that she clinged to so desperately. It was so hard... The she-cat's path was clear, as she made a double line of pawprints towards the river, the gorge, the waterfall. Snow fell slowly around her, speckling her black, fluffy pelt. Her yellow eyes were barely open and bloodshot, it was painful to move without regret in her thoughts. She wished... She wished someone would understand her. Not a tom in the clan cared for her, and her leader hated her, and the rest of her clanmates were loyal to Twilightstar. She was alone. And now it's killin' me You were too busy to believe in All the run away dreams I was dreamin' Time to pack up and go I'm leavin' Fight after fight after fight Snowpatch, as was her name, was feeling very out of place in this black and white world of the night. Even though it matched her coat so well and kept her safe from being spotted, it didn't seem to matter. She was glad to be a warrior- she could leave camp without any exclusive permission... Of course, unless Twilightstar had put her on Apprentice duties, because she was so wrong with everything. It was hard to think straight, but her mind was drifting back to her name and her clan. She was Snowpatch of Windclan. Windclan was her home, her clan, her everything. Yet her 'clan'mates were mostly not even born Windclan, and those that were... Had turned their backs on her. It stung, burning a hole through her heart. What could she possibly have done to deserve anything? And now I gotta be On My Own And living in a world alone Gets better every day That I don't have to say I'm sorry I'm coming home She didn't want to leave her clan. She couldn't imagine it. But in all honesty, she was alone. The more she accepted this fact, the harder her heart felt, the colder she felt. And for a moment, it felt almost better. She was Snowpatch of Windclan. Her leader and the rest of them were Twilightclan. She belonged to the moors, to Starclan, to their code... But she was a prisoner. She smiled weakly, trying to pretend that there was a reason for her clanmates actions. The reason why none of them were truly apart of the clan she once knew. Her paws lifted just a bit higher, her paws no longer dragged. I'm gonna make it on my own I'll always take the harder road Gets better every day That I don't have to say I'm sorry I'm coming home She had the harder life. She had to deal with oppression and hardship, but she would thrive! She would be a wonderful clancat, she would hold Windclan alive...! Unless she died. If she died and went to Starclan, her clan would die with her... Her heart sank. She stopped a few paces away from a tall cliff side, the rushing water keeping the freezing ice away. She looked up, staring at the Silverpelt. Her brother was dead, he was a Windclan cat. She missed him, he wasn't a traitor. He died to protect his clan, to protect her and everyone else. She had to have kits, she had to protect them, to raise them and tell them of the true Windclan. Of the Windclan that believed in unity and freedom. But she had no mate in Twilightclan. And if she took a rogue... Then wouldn't she be turning her back on her very own beliefs? Like Twilightstar had? How'd you end up oh so jaded? Cynical and so sedated Can't live in this world you created Day after day after day Her leader flickered across her mind. Why did she always have to listen to her? Why did she have to live in such a world? Why couldn't she have Windclan be the true moor clan?! Why didn't she have an apprentice? Oh, right. She was Windclan. Not Twilightclan. She blinked, sitting down in the snow, her yellow eyes staring into the black, abyssal sky. Still... If she had an apprentice, she could bring back Windclan. She had no options though- Twilightstar would never listen to her. The tabby cat was too busy, too narrow minded and cut off from any thoughts that Windclanners had. She would get an apprentice... Somehow... she had to. Or get kits- something she didn't think she would ever be able to manage. She closed her eyes, tired of the moonlit twilight that surrounded her.

[Shadewing]

Twilightstar, unknowingly, had stepped out of camp, and had come upon Snowpatch's tracks.Her grey tabby pelt hid her almost completely from sight as she tracked her warrior. What was Snowpatch doing out here in this weather? She shook her head, and closed her blue eyes, stopping for a moment. She breathed in the crisp night air. It was beautiful out tonight... Then, she opened her eyes and trekked on with a mission.

It wasn't that she hated the loyal WindClan warrior, it's just she had been mousebrained enough to think over the one warriors head and it had made that warrior feel unhappy and unwanted. Twilightstar couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, she could steer her warrior back onto the path of a happy, unburdened cat of WindClan. Oh, how she had messed up...

Then, she had finally caught up to Snowpatch, the white and black she-cat was heading towards the gorge. Gathering up her voice, she hollered. "Snowpatch!" She raced forward as fast as her legs could carry her lithe form. Oh, she had messed up big time... She hadn't listened to her warrior's fears and condradictions. That was something a leader should never have done...

At last, she couaght up to Snowpatch, and could see al the doubts, fears, and sorrows Snowpatch had ever had swirling in her warrior's yellow eyes. She shook her head, then spoke. "Snowpatch, I would like to talk." She looked off, apparently searching for what to say.

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=white] [glow=black,10,300]Cat-x: Snowpatch Notes-x: TIME: Night;; I'll probably stop with the songs throughout all of the post soon xD; Wordcount-x: 897[/glow] This is for the ones who believe their lives won't change Hoping that someday things will mend and be the same And this is for the ones who have lost it all When all that's left to gain Is a simple reminder that the things that we're blind to slip away One was never alone, even in darkness. They could be lonely or singled out or without allies... But one always had the sounds of the wind and the stars- Twilight, she tried to avoid the name that nagged at her again- and the light falling of snow. However, Snowpatch had more than even that. She liked having less rather than more- because her leader was tromping through the snow towards her, calling out her name in a worried voice. Did Twilightclan not want their hostage to be out at this time of night? Did they need her well and safe? Were they really trying hard to keep her, just to use her? How can I say Say I'll be okay And if I fall through these days that go by without cause Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on Her eyes opened slowly, bright and round and yellow, still centered on the sky that was so very dark, dotted with faint stars and a moon that was nearly full. Her head turned to look over her black shoulder, timidly, curious, and in all honesty- worried. She must have done something wrong? Why else would Twilightstar want to talk to her? She pushed herself up, her haunches stretching up so she would be standing, and she made the tightest turn to spin around to face the Twilightclanner. She watched as the gray cat raced towards her without a single hesitation. She looked honestly worried. Was something wrong with the she-cat's clan? Or did she want to bring back Windcl- no, that wasn't possible. Twilightstar had forgotten the true Moor clan. Her brother wouldn't have. Now that the line's been broken I'm too afraid to just look back The pages have left an empty space You were all I had Why does it have to be this way These things they'll never change Still I'm left with knowing, content and happy, this is all I need She shouldn't have turned around to look at the tabby cat racing towards her. She didn't want to see Twilightstar right now. She wanted to wallow in misery, and now the she-cat would probably tell her off or try to make her a Twilightclan cat. She never would be one of them, she would always be Windclan. The leader would never understand that her heart was so truely set on her clan, that it would never change. She would protect her clan, protect her brother's spirit. Pain filled her yellow eyes, wet and watery, but she was not going to cry. Crying was for those who were weak. She would be strong. Windclan needed her to. She felt the stars shimmer, reflecting faintly in her own pelt. She had them on her side. She would never forget. And if I fall through these days that go by without cause Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on I would like to talk. Twilightstar told her this, stopping closely next to her. The leader's scent burned her throat. She suddenly felt very misplaced and backwards. What was the point of fighting? Wasn't Twilightstar named deputy of Windclan, leader of Windclan... Warrior and clanmate of Windclan by Foxstar, her leader for her whole life... By even Starclan. She had been given 9 lives. She was a leader. Somehow... She felt very wrong for a moment, but it passed when she looked up at the sky and saw a bright, bright star in the sky. Her brother believed in her, he had to. She looked back to her leader with worry and fear and distaste and anger and... And defiance. Twilightclan would not destroy her spirit. And if I fall through these days that go by without cause Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on "What is there to talk about, Twilightstar?" She asked in a quiet, sharp voice. Slightly fearful, but strong. She stared in the blue eyes of the leader, her whole body tense. Be strong. Be strong, for my brother in Starclan. "I just can't sleep." Excuse, as if she needed one. Twilightstar would want a reason why she was out in the 'cold' anyway. With so many 'clanmates' sick.

[Shadewing]

Kit - Crueleye the slightly angered
Word Count - 237
Notes - Ooooh, another female for meeeeeeee~ A little swearing in here :c

Crueleye sat, hidden in the snow, a ways off from the two she-cats. One scent which filled his nostril was interesting. The smell of death, and a single kit. Oh, and old, foul milk. Crueleye tried to stop himself from retching. That smell reminded him too much of the b**** he used to fondly call 'Mother'.

But the other scent... Sadness, fear, anger. A loyal warrior longing for kits of her own, and angry at her leader for not listening to her. Crueleye smirked. She-cats were fools when it came to kits, they'd do anything for them. And he knew, that one she-cat had already fallen for his tricks, and one poor little apprentice bore his kits without wanting it. He smirked slightly. Lillith was due soon, and with Redeyes ill, he'd kill the kits to bring her back into season, kill Redeyes, and have the females to himself.

Oh, if the kits were males he'd kill them straight away. He hadn't done that with Angie, as they were his kits. But oh well, he also had little Silverpaw to toy with. His little toy. Crueleye almost laughed - Thank whatevertheclanintheskyiscalled for being downwind from the females.

They wouldn't smell him until it was too little too late.

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=50A7E9] Kitten: Twilightstar Word Count: 511 Notes: Oh, how Twilightstar wants to make things right between you and her. Just listen with an open mind, please. Involved:Snowpatch, Twilightstar, and Crueleye Twilightstar looked at her faithful, sometimes wayward warrior, and shook her head. Then, she said something that stung Twilightstar and shilled her to the bone. What is there to talk about? This may be a harder task than she ever imagined. "Snowpatch. This may sound a little...useless coming from me, but I want to get it out and I do wanna make things right between you and me. I really do. I just ask that whatever I say, I would ask you listen with an open mind and heart. In return, I will extend the same cortousy to you." She flicked her tail against the white snow as she sat down. "When Blackpaw came to the clan, I was worried for her, and I put her before the rest of my clan's thoughts and fears about her. When you objected to her staying with us, I was angered, and I was foolish and to hotheaded to listen. And, when the battle finally came and the only way to stop it was to give up the kit I found as a daughter to a rival clan cat, a d**ned spiteful medicine cat at that." Her voice grew hard and irritated mentioning Sandfire. "But, I had to do it because a little flicker of recognition came over me. If I did not give this kit up, my whole clan might be destroyed over one small life, which in the end, ended up with ShadowClan anyways." Mentioning her fault, all her pain and sorrow washed over her again. Her eyes grew soft and distant, as if trying to imagine a life that should have been with Blackpaw in her own Clan. If everything had never happened excpet her showing up and her clan thriving. But, tears can to the corners of her almond shaped eyes as she relized that that had never happened. Midnightmoon had died, ShadowClan got Blackpaw, she had gotten pregnant, and only one of her kits were surviving. Half of her clan had been wiped out by sickness. Oh, how she wished life was so much simpler. As simple as it had been when she had been Twilightdawn, Warrior of WindClan. Instead, she had been Twilightdawn, Deputy of WindClan, then Twilightstar, Leader of WindClan. She closed her eyes and shook her head, shaking away the tears. She looked her black and white warrior in the eyes. "Now, I want you to tell me all your frustrations, fears, and expectations. Even if you think it offends me, I want to hear it. I was mouse brained not to listem earlier on. If I had, my, no OUR clan might not be what it is now..." She knew the father of her now lonely kit lurked in the shadows, waiting for his chance. She would NOT let him. She blmaed him for the death of her three kits, besides for the living Sanctuarypaw. She would never know her father as long as she could help it.

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[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=white] [glow=black,10,300]Cat-x: Snowpatch Notes-x: TIME: Night;; Just so you know- Twilight- repairing a broken heart is hard. Putting the pieces of a shattered hope is even harder, impossible without faith. And Snowpatch has none of that. As much as I love her and Windclan, she's a broken spirit. But she's also very confused and lost... I wish it was easier for her to tell someone about her brother, it would clear things up a lot. Excuse any sharp comments. <: She's being defensive, is all, she doesn't trust Twilightstar. >: Also- She wants kits. Crueleye might not be the best point- but you can't protect Snowpatch forever... and we all know how sly that tom is. ^__^; On a FINAL note: I've always wanted a character that I could honestly use the song "Numb" to compare to. Somehow, it was fitting! Yay =D Wordcount-x: 923- nearly 1000 xD[/glow] I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Snowpatch stared coldly at Twilightstar in return, unphased by the look of pain and sorrow and the... The odd, kind, worried look. She listened with an open ear, trying to keep to what she thought was only right. She shifted nervously, as her leader sounded strangely sincere. This wasn't right, this couldn't be right. She seemed to... to want, to believe that she was a loyal member of what she thought was Windclan. She couldn't help but notice the clouds thicken in the sky- another storm soon to come. Was it a sign against her or Twilightstar? Her black pelt no longer glittered, and she stared at her leader, feeling like she was being compared to the very tabby before her. But she had done everything wrong- Twilightstar was always right. It was law- it was instinct- it was Twilightclan. I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you The cold nipped at her toes and tail and ears, and she felt very aware of the truth. As, what Twilightstar said was, possibly, the truth. Yes... The gray she-cat had been wrong. She hadn't listened. The black and white cat raised her head and her ears flicked back. Her yellow gaze remained on the leader. "Make things right? You think such a thing is possible? I just want to be a loyal Windclan cat." She, however, was acting very much like Twilightstar did at first- unwilling to listen. She knew she was right, she had to be right. The leader had admitted her wrongs- for what purpose? No cat with any dignity would have a reason to that... Unless they planned on justifying themselves. Can't you see that you're smothering me Holding too tightly afraid to lose control Cause everything that you thought I would be Has fallen apart right in front of you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take Tell me your fears. Tell her what you want. Anything, just tell the leader everything. So she can round you back in with fake promises? She closed her eyes, dipping her head and shying away from her leader, nose at her leg. Everyone else had listened to Twilightstar. Everyone else was perfect. She wasn't. So Twilightstar wanted to know what was wrong, promise to fix them, convince her that there was a "better way"... Because she had a will, and she wasn't going to be perfect. Why else would she had come down to the gorge, following her little messed up warrior to try and fix her. It had to be that. It had to be that. And I know I may end up failing too But I know You were just like me with someone disappointed in you But Twilightstar... Starclan! She had such sincerity in her voice. Did she mean every word? Did she really... She acted as if she regretted all of her choices- as if she had failed her clan, like Snowpatch had failed Windclan. Failed to protect it when it was spiraling into the mess of Twilightclan. She opened her eyes, her gaze planted on the snow, wondering if right here, and right now she would loose everything. The faint scent of tom-stench that wasn't of any clan she knew breezed past her senses, and instead of taking it as a threat, she merely felt placed back in the spot of her brother. Would they take her next? Would she fail like he had? I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you "Twilightstar..." She took a deep breath. "Look, I... I know what your trying to do, okay?" The black and white she-cat shook a little where she was, she felt there wind blow and she heard the roar of the river not too far away, just very far down. "But I'm... Rogues... These cats... They..." She couldn't tell the leader, but she couldn't find words. It didn't matter too much, she didn't want to tell the she-cat anything. "I... Why won't you just leave me alone? I'm not a kit, Twilightstar. I'm a warrior, a hawk-eyed, fleet-footed Warrior, and I'm just as good as any of your loyal cats, and I follow the warrior code just like everyone else. Isn't that enough for you? Or do you have some double standard that you need me to follow? I don't want to be part of your clan, Twilightstar. I love Windclan. I... I want to be apart of Windclan. Let me live like one. Stop treating me like a kit, you don't even understand me...!" ((I didn't really want her to start yelling at the end- it's more her voice sounding a bit more... desperate, I guess. Not sure how to put it.))

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=50A7E9] Kitten: Twilightstar Word Count: 672 ; MUSE!!!!! Notes: I'm telling the truth alright. And by your voice, I can guess what happened to your brother. I had been by later that day and had smelt rogues, you, your brother, and blood... Involved:Snowpatch, Twilightstar, and Crueleye She listened and watched as the black and white she-cat tried speaking.She listened to her words as calmly as a she-kat might when listening to her kit's problems. At the comment about her being Twilightstar's kit, she gave a small, laughing huagh. She closed her blue eyes and shook her pelt against the cold. Inside, she was in turmoil, but on the outside, she had an effective calmness at Snowpatch's words. Then, Snowpatch stopped speaking. The gray tabby leader shook her head in belief, and thought for a moment, before jumping in with her own thoughts. "Snowpatch... I'm not as keen to letting rogues and loners join the clan as you might believe. Like it or noit, and believe me, I don't like it one bit, our clan was cut in more than one way when the sickness came. We've lost more than half our warriors, and only one kit has survived. Goldenmoon is nowhere to be found, and her apprentice has caught the sickness and now he's run off. I let these rogues and their kits join because I feel truly in my heart that I can trust them. And, also for the fact that we can let rogues in faster than we can create true blooded WindClan warriors, that's for sure. I know one little talk cannot mend the emotional and physical rift that has opened between us, but I want to make the effort to make thing s alright with. That way we can argue about something without ripping each other's tails off." She gave a dry laugh to her last comment about the tail, and quickly went on, flicking her tail up and down on the snow. "I do not have a double standard for you. You are a loyal warrior, and you do everything you can for the clan, whether you think it WindClan, or whatever other clan you call it. And I really do appreciate that. It's just I was blind to all your thoughts, honestly because I wanted no harm to befall my clan and Blackpaw when she was still a member of WindClan. I have made mistakes, and I have learned from them. In a few moons, more like around...50 moons, it will be a true blooded WindClan once again. And, I might possibly be dead by then. Already I have a few symptoms of the sickness, but I have multiple lives to spare. I still have my nine." Twilightstar went on with humor in her voice. "I am the leader of WindClan. Like it or not, you are my kit in a way. I took an oath during my leadership ceremony, to protect my clan, as if they were my litter of kits. And I sincerely srick to that. And, you are right. I do not know you. Heck, I hardly truly know any of the cats in the clan. But, what I say to you will be the truth from now on. And honestly, I have never really lied to you. I just turned a deaf hear to your thoughts, and denied that what you said would never happen. If I had given up Blackpaw in the first place, we probably wouldn't be in this mess, would we?" Her last few comments were serious, and in no way humorous. Then, she made a sudestion, that to her, sounded like a good idea. Hey! An idea just came to me! Why don't we pick a day, and switch places. You be the leader, Snowstar, and I'll be the warrior, Twilightdawn. That way, I could be put in your position, and you mine! That might make us understand each other a little better. What do you think? And after you answer, let's go back to camp. A storm is not far off and it is COLD!" She laughed after finishing. and she was smiling.

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[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=white] [glow=black,10,300]Cat-x: Snowpatch Notes-x: >: I'd LIKE for Twilightstar not to know about her brother. It's her ONLY secret. Every cat needs a secret- it's SOTC >: Wordcount-x: 728 [/glow] From the moment that we met My world was turned around Upside down To some degree I still regret My memory for keeping you around Twilightstar wasn't "keen" on letting those non-clanners in her clan, huh... Really? She didn't believe a word of it, her ears flicking back and she frowned, looking more like she was confused than disbelieving. The black and white she-cat did not laugh with her leader when she laughed, merely stared and blinked quietly. Again she was wrong. Over and over again, Twilightstar corrected her. Blackpaw's name was mentioned and it sent shivers down her spine, and the sky could have crashed around her, and she wouldn't have noticed from the near blinding anger and fear that rose in her paws. She didn't trust Starclan's kit. Ever. She was always Twilightstar and Midnightmoon's kit, a rogue kit of forbiddenness and weirdness that should have never existed. But she nodded, knowing her leader could sense her feelings. It wasn't the first time she felt this way, so Twilightstar should have been used to it. But my broken hearts been shattered One too many times And I don't want to see you anymore I'm just not that strong The subject changed. The subject, her nine lives. Windclan... Her eyes closed, nearly a flinch, when Twilightstar called her "her kit". She was talking about her leadership ceremony and her believes and that she would stick to her words. And then she agreed that she knew nothing of her "own kit". Snowpatch could have left right then and their, but her leader wasn't done. She just agreed and agreed and then once more corrected her. She was never lying. Just ignoring, denying. And then... the craziest idea ever came from Twilightstar's mouth. I'm better when you're gone I'm certain that I've given and oh how you can take There's no use in you looking There's nothing left for you to break An ear twitch. She stood up, shifting her weight to her paws, the wind ruffling both of their fur. Her yellow eyes passed by Twilightstar, onto the moors that dove off into the sheer cliff, and she smiled. "Sorry Twilightstar. I don't think Starclan meant for me to be a leader. They wouldn't appreciate it, I'm not even your deputy. What would the rogues think?" She said calmly, a bit more collected than Twilightstar. Because she knew the rules, she knew the limits... She knew what a clan had to do, and they had to have a leader that would be a leader until they died- never taking a day off. Please release me Let my heart rest in pieces Someone let you down again So you turn to me "...And, um, if you don't mind... I'd like to stay here for a little while. I want to think alone, is all. I'll be back before sunrise- if the storm gets bad I'll come home right away." Like a good little kit. Since that honestly was all that she was. She would be praised repetitively when she got something right, and then quietly and politely scolded when wrong, like she couldn't handle the truth. She smiled blankly, her pelt quivering. No, one single talk would not fix things. Nor would another chance, nor would a day in each others paws. She padded away towards the edge of the gorge so her paws were right on the edge. Oh but I know what you're doing And what you hope to find I've seen it a thousand times Oh the fire we had before Are now just bitter ashes Left scattered on the floor Her ears stood erect and she flicked her tail. "Heh... Twilightstar, it'll be one heck of a jump of faith for me to get over this. And it's a forbidden jump in my mind." The metaphor was filled with a bland, tasteless calm.

[Shadewing]

Kit - Crueleye
Words - 275
Muse - Improved
Notes - Hurry up and leave Twilightstar I want some loving ;D

Crueleye listened to Snowpatch intently. He watched her every body movement, listened to her every sound. He studied her figure. She'd be a good cat to bear kits, they wouldn't all die like the others had. He'd got news of that, at least. And who was this Leafsong? Her kits? As soon as he was done with his job here, he would find out just exactly where they had gone.

~AFTER TWILIGHSTAR LEAVES~

Crueleye watched the tabby pad off. He moved forward slowly at first. Would he be able to fool this she-cat as he had done her leader? He grinned, rolling in the snow to rid him of most of his scent. It would have been on Twilightstar after she had left him - if, that is, she hadn't bothered to wish.

Crueleye prowled over, his thick brown fur making him appear like a strangely fluffy bush. He grinned, prowling forward again. The wind was still going from the she-cat to him, and he smelt her scent. She appeared to be a healthy cat, but she was desperate, and probably rather ticked off. He waited until he noticed her before he decided to move in.

He would make her bear his kits, even if she tried to kill him. He was bigger than her - much bigger, he could pin her down and force her to bear his kits. He didn't care, as long as he had kits in every clan. So, that meant two down and two to go.

[Shadewing]

Kitten: Twilightstar
Who: Twilightstar, Crueleye, Snowpatch
Word Count: 155 Words
Notes:
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some come into our lives, leave footprints in our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.
-Flavia Weedn

Twilightstar could feel her warrior's feelings as she spoke, and thought nothing of them. She would accept her anger, and she would listen to her side of the story, and she would never ever again be blind to this warrior's fears. Snowpatch had a leader's spirit, but not the sense to carry it through, as of yet. She nodded, and spoke. "Snowpatch, I'm always here if you want to talk to me about something. You are also going to the gathering. And, between you and me, once Leafsong's kits are ready, you get one. Your choice." With that, she jumped off into the night, back to her clan as she left Snowpatch standing. What she had said was the truth. She would be there for her. She was going to the gathering, and she would get one of Leafsong's kits. Her gray pelt faded away as she loped away.

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=white] [glow=black,10,300]Cat-x: Snowpatch Notes-x: TIME: Night;; Twilightstar has left ...There's a tom on my territory o.o will I ever get some time alone? Wordcount-x: 319[/glow] It's a damn cold night, Tryin' to figure out this life Snowpatch smiled for a single moment before Twilightstar turned and left her. She was getting a kit. A rogue kit, but a kit she could teach about Windclan. She just had to pick the right one. She shivered with excitement. "Bye!" She mewled timidly, stepping away from the edge of the gorge- it was dangerous after all. She sat down on her haunches and raised her yellow gaze to the sky. "Are you proud of me brother?" She asked. "Are you proud of me, Starclan? Windclan?" Her eyes sparkled and she shivered in the snow, feeling perticularly warm inside. And then the wind changed. Take me somewhere new, I don't know who you are It all sort of went downhill from there. I'm lookin' for a place, I'm searchin' for a face, Her eyes widened. A tom. An excited, rogue-tom. Her pelt prickled, and she stood up, her tail uncurling out behind her. Curiousity was in her bright gaze as she glanced around. "Hello... You're in Windclan territory, brute," she said in a calm voice, knowing she was one of the most healthiest Windclan/Twilightclan cats on the moors. She could handle anyone that meant her harm. But there was also the lingering hope- kits. She wanted them, so much... But, even now she was having second thoughts. How could she train an apprentice for Windclan and have kits? She tried not to think about it. This tom was probably just lost or something... Right? Oh, why is everything so confusing, Maybe I'm just out of my mind, Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah She opened her mouth, pinpointing his scent. Her yellow eyes glazed over the brown pelt, and she was surprised she hadn't noticed it sooner. She smiled, and stood up a bit straighter. "What are you doing here?"

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[Shadewing]

Kit - Crueleye
Words - Sorry, only 189 words, looks like my muse is mousedungpity mousedung =/
Muse - I dunno, I've just been in the shower so I guess tis okayish
Notes - Haha took you long enough to noting me

Crueleye looked at this she-cat. She didn't seem to like the gorge, nope, it had claimed her brother apparently. "Oh, nothing, just passing though..." Crueleye grinned, watching her every move. She looked desperate for kits, desperate and needy. He didn't move, he knew if he did she may attack him.

"I know how you feel, about your brother I mean." Crueleye continued. "My sister died during kit birth, and my brother was killed by twolegs." He lied about the second part, he had killed his brother in anger after he made his own sister pregnant.

He knew when she-cats were desperate, and by Starclan this one sure as hell was. Her every body movement, every time she spoke, desperate, or at least, in Crueleye's mind she was. He grinned at her, she would make a fine queen and bear healthy kits, if she actually fell for his ways.

[Shadewing]

A small voice came on inside Snowpatch's ear. "Don't fall for his tricks. He sired Twilightstar's kits. As well as Seamist's and a few other clan she-cats. Don't fall for him, loyal warrior." The voice was that of Midnightmoon, the old medicine cat. He had been proud of Snowpatch and the rest of his clan when he died, so he liked to watch over his clan from the stars. His burly black form seemed to slightly glitter beside the she-cats body. "For all you value, do not fall for his trickory!"

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=white] [glow=black,10,300]Cat-x: Snowpatch Notes-x: TIME: Night;; LOLWUT I'll give him a chance.... poor Snowpatch is about to FALL ;____; Oh and thanks, Midnightmoon, give her a heartattack o__o Wordcount-x: 530[/glow] Dear angel of mine, Where do I start to express how I feel? Well, my love's gone blind. Now all that I feel is what I hear. Your words rip and tear, and Through my heart so weak and pure. She flicked an ear at him casually. "You should know better than to tread of clan territory," she mewled, choosing her words carefully. He had a strange brown pelt- she was used to whites, blacks and grays- he would stand out on Windclan territory any time of the year. She blinked and then shuttered a little in the cold. "You're pretty brave for a lonely tom," she told him. "You really should get off of our territory. Not to be rude, but... We can't have rogues tromping all over our territory. Besides, it's late..." As I sit here alone Thinking about everything that you said. You know since I'm alone. Well, maybe after all, I was better off dead Snowpatch licked her chest fur, watching him with one eye. What was he doing? Really... It seemed like he had came at the perfect time. It didn't feel right though, and she knew it. He wasn't the right cat- his coat was too weird, and it would be just her luck that her kits would be unfit as Windclan cats. Besides, there was something... terrifing about him. Maybe it was the eye. She didn't dare ask him though- it was probably a touchy subject. It felt too... convinent. Not to mention, of course... The apprentice thing. She frowned, wishing that there was an easier way. If only there was someone in her own clan. But, somehow, Starclan d**ned her to a life of being alone. I'm lookin' for a place, I'm searchin' for a face, ... she wondered if he would fix the empty hole in her heart. If it was against the Warrior code. If... If she would be shunned from her clan even more. Something about him was naggingly familiar... I bleed for the second time tonight Holding the love that's in my mind. If only my love could be with you. If only this pain, this pain died too Snowpatch nearly leapt out of her fur. Scrambling towards the gorge- not on purpose, mind- she looked around wildly. She stared at Midnightmoon and his glittery form, and her eyes flickered to Crueleye. She looked back at her dead medicine cat in a panic. She wanted to ask and say so many things, all at once- but... There wasn't... She wanted kits, she really did. But did Starclan disapprove? This had to be a sign. Her gaze shifted back to the tom, and she dipped her head timidly. "I-I'm sorry. I have to go. You'd better get out of Windclan territory. If I ever see you here again, I'll make sure you leave." Her voice was way too scared sounding for her liking. I break you away, away, away from me. And I don't know I'll break you away! Said, I'll break you away, away, away from me. Sincerely Yours. ((the song only sort of matches, feel free to ignore it. o.o))

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[Shadewing]

Kit - Crueleye
Muse - Fail, I have to go sorry ;;
Words - 143
Notes - Cheater ;; Hey, you're gonna fall don't fall it will hurt [obv]

Crueleye listened as the she-cat talked to him. Then, without any apparent reason, she leapt three fox-lengths in the air, and scrambled towards the gorge. Crueleye felt a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. Usually, he hated most she-cats, but this one was different. She reminded him so much of Hordear.

"Look out!" he said abruptly. "You're gonna fall if you walk any further backwards!" He continued, not realising what he had said, but it just came out. His tongue felt kinda funny now, as if someone had put a ton of sugar onto it.

Crueleye felt wierd, Crueleye did not like this sensation, it was wierd indeed.